September 19, 2025 • 6 mins
'Ghost Story,' the podcast that unearths the spectral secrets from beyond the grave. In each episode, we bring you firsthand accounts of ghostly encounters, as told by those who have experienced the unexplained firsthand. Brace yourself for tales of restless spirits, haunted locations, and inexplicable phenomena. Whether you're a skeptic or a believer, prepare to be captivated by the tales that will send shivers down your spine. Feel free to check out our sister podcasts, Bone Chilling Tales to Keep You Awake Podcast, A Truly Haunted Podcast, Forever Haunted Podcast and True Whispers a True Crime Podcast. See you on the next dreadful episode. #scarystories #realstories #horrorpodcasts are #horrorpodcasts #horrorpodcast #horror #horrormovies #podcast #horrorfilms #horrorfilm #podcasts #horrormovie #film #films #movies #movie #horrorcommunity #horrorfamily #damnedmovies #moviesofthedamned #horrorobsessed #horrorfans #halloween #horrornerd #horrorfanatic #horrorpod #horrorfan #slasher #paranormal #horrorjunkie #horrorpodcaster #horrorgram #horrorcomedy #scarystories #scary #creepy #horrorstories #horror #scaryfacts #creepypasta #creepyfacts #creepystories #creepyfact #scaryfact #horrormovies #halloween #conspiracytheory #conspiracy #horrorstory #scarymovie #scaryposts #conspiracytheories #scarythreads #spooky #scaryvideo #horrorfacts #paranormal #horrorfan #horrors #scarymemes #haunted #horrorfact #ghost Warning: This podcast may be: frightening · scaring · hair-raising · terrifying · petrifying · spine-chilling · bloodcurdling · chilling · horrifying · alarming · appalling · daunting · formidable · fearsome · nerve-racking · unnerving · eerie · sinister #murdermystery #bookstagram #death #buzzfeedunsolved #crimescene #truecrimepodcasts #missingperson #missing #halloween #crimejunkie #news #myfavoritemurder #spooky #supernatural
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Speaker 1 (00:12):
When my brother was eighteen, he died in a car accident.
I was sixteen at the time, and I was devastated.
Over the course of the last two years in my
parents' home, I have had several experiences where I felt
as though he was trying to communicate with me. The
(00:34):
first time it happened was in the middle of the night.
I'd woken up from a nightmare and decided to go
downstairs to get a glass of water and calm myself down.
At the time, my brother's ashes were sitting on the
fireplace mantle in the living room, which was located to
(00:55):
the right of the kitchen. The door between the two
rooms was usually open, so you could see into the
living room quite clearly. On the way to the kitchen,
I had not turned any lights on in the house
as I was trying not to wake my parents, whose
bedroom was also downstairs, so I was halfway to the
(01:18):
kitchen walking through the near complete darkness, when out of
the corner of my eye, I saw the black silhouette
of a person standing in the living room, right by
the fireplace where my brother's urn was. I was still
a little spooked from the nightmare I just had, so
(01:40):
I hurried to the kitchen and flipped on the light
switch as quickly as I could. When I turned back
and looked through the door to the fireplace, the silhouette
was gone. Even though it was dark, I was sure
there had been someone standing there. I found myself wondering
(02:00):
if it had been my brother. They had been standing
directly beside the urn that held his ashes, And as
the days passed and I went over the moment in
my head, I realized that the shadow had been the
same height and build that my brother had been, I
convinced myself it had been him. On another occasion, after
(02:27):
basketball practice, I had climbed into my car and leaned
over the seat to put my backpack into the back seat,
when I was suddenly overwhelmed with the smell of my
brother's cologne. It was so sudden and so strong, as
though he had been sat right there. The next morning,
(02:49):
when I got into my car, I expected the smell
to still be lingering, but it had already disappeared. A
few weeks later, something else happened. I have this bad
habit of leaving the fridge door open, which used to
drive my brother insane. He'd always walk in and shut
(03:11):
the door and give me a lecture about it. But
it was a habit I could never seem to shake.
It was the weekend and my parents had gone for
a bike ride at a park close to our house,
so I was alone. Around lunchtime, I got hungry and
went downstairs to make myself a sandwich. As usual, I
(03:35):
forgot to shut the fridge door and left it open
for about ten minutes. I remained in the kitchen this
whole time, looking out the window as I ate my sandwich.
I remember that our creepy neighbor was arguing with the mailman. Again.
As I watched them, I heard a whoosh behind me,
(03:57):
and then the sound of the fridge door being shut.
By the time I turned around and looked, there was
nothing there, but the fridge was definitely shut. There was
no way it could have closed on its own. No
windows were open, and there was no breeze. Plus the
(04:17):
fridge door itself was too heavy for anything other than
a person to shut it. But I was alone. After
the fridge incident, nothing else happened For over half a year.
I used to take forever getting ready in the bathroom
on a morning, which was another thing that used to
(04:38):
irk my brother to no end. He actually ended up
developing his own knock, which basically translated to get out
of the bathroom. Now, it was the morning of our
school picture day and I was taking a longer time
than usual getting ready and making sure my hair was perfect.
(05:00):
I was curling my hair and was almost done when
I heard it. Some one knocked on the bathroom door,
and it was my brother's knock. I almost burnt myself
on the curling wand when I jumped at it, I
turned around and just stared at the door for the
next few minutes, not sure what to do. Part of
(05:24):
me was almost scared to open the door. Nobody else
knew about that knock except for me and my brother.
Not even my parents would know it, and yet I
was certain it was the same. Finally, I set down
the curling iron, took a deep breath, and reached for
(05:47):
the door. I opened it in one short, sharp movement,
not wanting to delay any longer, and looked out. The
hallway was empty. I peeked my head out further and
looked left, then right, but there was nobody out there.
(06:08):
I never could debunk or explain any of these events.
They were too specific to my brother's behavior, I think
it really was him letting me know that he was
still there watching over me. When I turned eighteen, I
moved out of my parents house and now live in
(06:31):
an apartment with my best friend. Since the move, nothing
unusual has ever happened, and I still leave the fridge
door open for long periods of time.
When my brother was eighteen, he died in a car accident.
I was sixteen at the time, and I was devastated.
Over the course of the last two years in my
parents' home, I have had several experiences where I felt
as though he was trying to communicate with me. The
(00:34):
first time it happened was in the middle of the night.
I'd woken up from a nightmare and decided to go
downstairs to get a glass of water and calm myself down.
At the time, my brother's ashes were sitting on the
fireplace mantle in the living room, which was located to
(00:55):
the right of the kitchen. The door between the two
rooms was usually open, so you could see into the
living room quite clearly. On the way to the kitchen,
I had not turned any lights on in the house
as I was trying not to wake my parents, whose
bedroom was also downstairs, so I was halfway to the
(01:18):
kitchen walking through the near complete darkness, when out of
the corner of my eye, I saw the black silhouette
of a person standing in the living room, right by
the fireplace where my brother's urn was. I was still
a little spooked from the nightmare I just had, so
(01:40):
I hurried to the kitchen and flipped on the light
switch as quickly as I could. When I turned back
and looked through the door to the fireplace, the silhouette
was gone. Even though it was dark, I was sure
there had been someone standing there. I found myself wondering
(02:00):
if it had been my brother. They had been standing
directly beside the urn that held his ashes, And as
the days passed and I went over the moment in
my head, I realized that the shadow had been the
same height and build that my brother had been, I
convinced myself it had been him. On another occasion, after
(02:27):
basketball practice, I had climbed into my car and leaned
over the seat to put my backpack into the back seat,
when I was suddenly overwhelmed with the smell of my
brother's cologne. It was so sudden and so strong, as
though he had been sat right there. The next morning,
(02:49):
when I got into my car, I expected the smell
to still be lingering, but it had already disappeared. A
few weeks later, something else happened. I have this bad
habit of leaving the fridge door open, which used to
drive my brother insane. He'd always walk in and shut
(03:11):
the door and give me a lecture about it. But
it was a habit I could never seem to shake.
It was the weekend and my parents had gone for
a bike ride at a park close to our house,
so I was alone. Around lunchtime, I got hungry and
went downstairs to make myself a sandwich. As usual, I
(03:35):
forgot to shut the fridge door and left it open
for about ten minutes. I remained in the kitchen this
whole time, looking out the window as I ate my sandwich.
I remember that our creepy neighbor was arguing with the mailman. Again.
As I watched them, I heard a whoosh behind me,
(03:57):
and then the sound of the fridge door being shut.
By the time I turned around and looked, there was
nothing there, but the fridge was definitely shut. There was
no way it could have closed on its own. No
windows were open, and there was no breeze. Plus the
(04:17):
fridge door itself was too heavy for anything other than
a person to shut it. But I was alone. After
the fridge incident, nothing else happened For over half a year.
I used to take forever getting ready in the bathroom
on a morning, which was another thing that used to
(04:38):
irk my brother to no end. He actually ended up
developing his own knock, which basically translated to get out
of the bathroom. Now, it was the morning of our
school picture day and I was taking a longer time
than usual getting ready and making sure my hair was perfect.
(05:00):
I was curling my hair and was almost done when
I heard it. Some one knocked on the bathroom door,
and it was my brother's knock. I almost burnt myself
on the curling wand when I jumped at it, I
turned around and just stared at the door for the
next few minutes, not sure what to do. Part of
(05:24):
me was almost scared to open the door. Nobody else
knew about that knock except for me and my brother.
Not even my parents would know it, and yet I
was certain it was the same. Finally, I set down
the curling iron, took a deep breath, and reached for
(05:47):
the door. I opened it in one short, sharp movement,
not wanting to delay any longer, and looked out. The
hallway was empty. I peeked my head out further and
looked left, then right, but there was nobody out there.
(06:08):
I never could debunk or explain any of these events.
They were too specific to my brother's behavior, I think
it really was him letting me know that he was
still there watching over me. When I turned eighteen, I
moved out of my parents house and now live in
(06:31):
an apartment with my best friend. Since the move, nothing
unusual has ever happened, and I still leave the fridge
door open for long periods of time.
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