Many of you have responded to my request, and have written to tell me of your own ghostly encounters at school and other places. Here are a few more that I present for your entertainment pleasure.

The Camper’s Tale
by Casey

The other weekend, me and three friends decided to go camping at a small campground. So we loaded up the CD player, nsync, and our blankets, stuffed animals and things like that to keep us warm. Down about 100 feet or so from our campsite there was a bathroom with stalls and places to take showers and stuff. Well, we were all hanging around the fire when I really needed to get to that bathroom. Steph, who is twice as brave as me, came with me. To keep me calm, she talked to me the whole time. After I finished my business, while we were both washing our hands, I looked at my watch to see what time it was. 12:15. We quit talking to fix our hair, and we heard a little girl say “Hi!!” I turned around and there was NO one, I mean NO one there! All the stalls were open and I started to cry, so we went outside. Steph said it was just one of the other campers, but I checked and NO ONE was outside, either!

So when we got up to the tent we put on our jammies and slipped into our sleeping bags. We talked about boys and stuff for about an hour, until we fell asleep. I woke up a little later. I didn’t know who else was awake, so I rolled over to go back to sleep. Then I heard Danny say, “Cindy, do you hear that??”

Cindy whispered “It’s just a train. It’s nothing scary.” Danny replied, “NO! Not the train. The footsteps.”

I thought maybe they were just trying to scare me, knowing that I’m the most gullible. But then I heard them too. Cindy rolled over and said, “Casey are you awake?” I was like, “Yes.” She said, “Do you hear that?” And I said, “Yeah.”

So we lay there quietly listening to the heavy footsteps walk around our tent. Then we heard something so weird it still gives me chills. First I heard a bike squeaking, and then a man sounding like he was getting knifed.

We finally woke up Steph, the brave one, and she didn’t believe us. But she did when we went outside and we saw the footprints. Then, while we were gathering up our junk, another camper came up and asked us if we were walking around and touching their camper. We were like, “No…” Freaky, huh?


The Ouija Board
by CeCe

My name is CeCe. I am 12 years old and have a ghost story to tell. Okay, here goes….

One time, my friend Meghan came over to my house. We were both upstairs in my room. We turned off all the lights in the room and closed the shades so it was pitch black. Then I took out my new, glow-in-the dark Ouija Board and sat down across from Meghan on my bed with it. We lit 10 candles and put them in a circle around us. We put our fingers lightly on the planchette and asked if there was a spirit in the room with us. It quickly pointed to “yes”.

Cool, huh? Knowing that there is a spirit in the room with you. Wrong. Not if it isn’t a good spirit…

After asking if there was a spirit in the room and getting our answer, me and Meghan both asked if it was an evil spirit. It pointed to “yes”! Right when it answered yes, all the lights in the house went out, my bedroom door slammed shut, the candles all flickered out, and we heard a girl scream. The weirdest thing is there was no one else home!

This is my most horrifying ghost story. Hope you like it!


The Devil’s Barn
by Samantha

My name is Samantha. Here is my story. I was in Louisiana visiting my aunt’s house. My cousin Josh and me went out after it got dark.

Josh and some of his friends drove me to an abandoned barn. We parked the car and walked up to the barn. But the vines hanging over the door looked to us like they were in the shape of a devil. One of Josh’s friends decided he didn’t want to go in. To tell the truth, I really didn’t want to go in either, so we were walking back to the car when I felt someone touch my shoulder. There was no mistaking it, someone definitely touched me. But when I looked back, no one was anywhere near me! Zack was at least six feet away, so he couldn’t have touched me, and none of his friends were any closer.

WAS IT A GHOST OR WHAT?

This is Eric again.
So what do you think? Real ghost, overactive imagination, or completely made up? Feel free to comment below.

And remember–if you have your own true ghost story, by all means send it to me, and I will add it to my collection, and post it here if you give me permission. Click here to send a message to Eric!

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