ghost storys

Anyone have any cool ghost stories

really random but funny :)

i dont really believe in ghost...

but i have this f**ked rocking chair...i might sleep walk and move it...but it always makes it to the front of my bedroom door...even when i through it in a closet...it does it...damn that chair...

lol thats great

i have 1 fro real experience it goes like this

d incident took place sum 5yrs ago wen my granny visited us on holidays ,i n my mom were in kitchen while my sis n granny in other room n we (me n mom) heard a loud call "MOM" n so did my sis n granny in other room ,we thought it my sis calling my mom n they thought my mom calling granny .
we all were surprised 2 find none called up.......so whos cry was it wen no 1 else was in house other than 4 of us.
we never found out.

I made one up...
The wind was calling through the trees to her, just as the rain was pushing her forward. She was now at the edge of the forest, this forest she has seen so many times from her bedroom window now seemed so different, so imposing. She felt as if she had walked in these tracks so many times before, it all seemed so familiar, but yet she knew she had never dared to step a foot in this place, she knew what was concealed in here. So many times had it haunted her in her dreams, turning good to evil. She felt as if those red red eyes could kill anything with just one glance. She was now in a clearing and could see the full bright moon staring down on her. For some reason she was completely calm, although she knew it was near she did not fear it. Something cold and soft touched the back of her neck, this soothed her knowing that the end was near. It moved slowly round to face her but did not lift those eyes, the eyes that she knew would kill her. There was something sad about it, she wanted to help it, remove that tear running down its white cheeks. She reached out and touched its falling tear. Suddenly her finger was bleeding, even its tear caused harm. She now watched it slowly lift its head, fear came flooding in as she saw its perfect features. How could something so perfect be so evil? The eyes, the eyes she feared now lifted upon her. She looked deep within them and saw the creature’s pain, this pain overwhelmed her and she started to fall. Spinning and spinning she saw its ‘life’. She saw all those who had tried to help had been killed, as she was being killed now. But the creature itself could never die, not for along time, it was dying so slowly. Only inside of course, its perfect features would remain, but the eyes, the gateway to its heart would become more and more deadly.
Its not great but hey! What can you do, it was only for an english project xxx