Some people may notice theyre finding dimes everywhere, and that carries the same meaning.
I dont think things happen coincidentally.
I think everything does happen for a reason, one way or another.
Rob Potter
These are the stories that completely confirmed the belief I had always had in ghosts.
When she was about five years old, our Grandmother sadly passed away.
We really didnt know how to break the news to her just yet.
We made sure to never mention it to my niece or even around her, and we werevery careful.
As days went by, we knew she had no idea our Grandmother had passed.
Then, just days before the funeral, my niece woke up screaming in the middle of the night.
She ran into her parents bedroom, breathing heavy, all the color flushed from her face.
My sister woke up instantly and could see the terror in my nieces eyes.
She really scared me, I dont understand.
My sister hugged her and could feel her little heart pounding fast and hard.
They slowly walked back into my nieces bedroom together.
When they entered, no one was there…but the curtain was slowly moving back and forth.
As months went by, the stories became more terrifying each time this client would come in.
After a few weeks of settling in, it began.
Their son, who was about five years old, began having trouble sleeping at night.
They let this go on for weeks, but things only amplified.
Finally the dad had had enough.
He kept his word and stayed up the following night.
He sat in a chair in the hallway in front of his sons bedroom.
And he kept on standing there, staring, until he finally disappeared.
He woke up his wife instantly and they began researching ways to rid a house of ghosts.
Things only progressed as days went by.
More and more things began happening.
Items moving on their own or falling off shelves, cabinets opening, lights flickering…seemingly little things.
She turned the water on, but then heard the radio turn on in the living room.
Confused, she quickly ran over and turned it off, then headed back to the bathroom.
After a few minutes, she heard it turn on again.
Despite being unplugged,the radio turned on again.
She kept on, but suddenly heard noises coming from the kitchen.
Plates and cups shattered, utensils, scattered all over the floor, and cabinets and drawers wide open.
It was as if they have been ransacked.
They left the house immediately and stayed with family until finally moving into a new home.
Guests were never really welcomed, and apparently, they still arent.
One time, I was in the car with her while my sister ran into the grocery store.
We were just chatting about random things, she was about 6 years old at the time.
She was saying the cutest things, so I started to take a video of her.
After a few minutes of random chatter, her face suddenly changed.
A seriousness fell over her.
She looked up at me and said,Charlies in here.Goosebumps ran up my arm.
She started to get uncomfortable and squirm and just said, Charlie is in here.
The more I pressed for questions, the more she would no longer answer me.
One night, my sister was giving my niece a bath.
And not just any girl.
It was apparently a girl who used to be friends with our Grandmother.
My sister wasnt really buying the story.
But then my niece asked, did you used to have a bird named Tweety?
But we hardly, if ever, talked about the birds my Grandmother used to have.
My sister, completely shocked at this question asked, how do you know about Tweety?
My niece responded, Charlie told me about it.
We still have no idea how she knew about Tweety.
Uninvited House Guests
My friend and her husband moved into a relatively old house in New Hampshire.
After a few weeks of living there, they began to notice a lot of strange things happening.
Dimes just randomly appeared in different rooms around the house.
One night, they both were awakened by the sound of a loud thump noise coming from the basement.
They instantly thought someone had broken in.
Her husband grabbed his gun, and went downstairs to search the basement and find the intruder.
But he found nothing.
Things seemed to be escalating.
The rest of the house was silent, they had no TV on, no radio, nothing.
The voice slowly tapered off after a while, with no explanation as to where it came from.
They slept with the lights on that night.
we need to talk.
we need to talk.
It repeated on like this until she went over and disconnected it.
She later called Amazon to explain what happened.
Amazon records every Alexa glitch with a certain corresponding code.
They ditched the Alexa.
Fortunately, the activity has died down since the full sage cleansing.
For now at least.
We picked a random restaurant, one with the shortest wait, and sat down for dinner.
My niece started acting really strange at dinner, almost as if she shut down entirely.
She turned away from us with her head down and didnt say more than two words the whole time.
She sat through dinner like that, not answering when we would ask her what was wrong.
She explained they didnt look like they were from this time period but that they scared her.
I wonder if it were those very guests that she was seeing.
A Friendly Visitor
My uncle passed away when I was just a baby.
I have no memories of him.
Years ago, my sister and I were both asleep in our beds.
In the middle of the night, our mother woke us up.
Were you just in my room?!
she asked in a panicked voice.
I opened my eyes to find her looking back at me, she was frantic.
I asked as I was half asleep.
Were you just in my room?
No, I said as I rubbed my eyes, thinking she probably just had a nightmare.
She went into my sisters bedroom asking her the same question and receiving the same response.
I slowly drifted back to sleep.
The next morning, my mom was a mess.
She was cooking us breakfast with this look on her face Ill never forget.
Pale, drained, and full of fear.
No, Mom, we were not in your room.
We were both sleeping when you woke us up.
I think my brother came to visit me.
But this one struck me the most.
One night he was working late, there was no one in the building he was working in.
He went to take a break when he heard a noise coming from the lounge downstairs.
He realized it was someone playing the piano.
When he turned the corner to scold them, there was no one there.
No one around, and no one sitting at the piano.
He looked around for a few minutesbut only discovered that he was completely alone.
One evening after dinner, the teenage son was going upstairs to his room.
On another occasion, the dad got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.
Everyone else in the house was asleep, but he heard voices coming from downstairs.
When he went down to look, he realized the voices were actually coming from the basement.
He couldnt believe it at first, but it sounded like a lively party was taking place.
Although he couldnt understand the words being spoken, he could hear crowds of people talking at once.
He cleared his throat, and suddenly, all of the noises stopped.The room went silent.
One night, the daughter came home from babysitting.
She asked her mom what her dad was doing home a day early.
Her mom, confused, asked what she was talking about.
She explained to her mom that she saw dad upstairs in the window when she got home.
Also, the mom and daughter were the only two in the house.
No one was upstairs.
I, too, have felt a certain presence on nights Ive stayed there.
My fiances grandma lived in that house with them for nine years before she passed away.
She used to claim to always see a blonde little boy running around the house.
A little boy that did not belong there.
His sister would occasionally see the boy too.
His family has heard voices, footsteps, seen shadows, and encountered cold spots within the house.
One day, his mother heard a little boy behind her calling out, mommy.
But no one was there.
She thinks it may have been the blonde little boy who was calling her.
My fiances aunt was visiting from Florida and she was in the house alone one day.
Muriel was her mother, my fiances grandmother.
Confused, she replied, Im sorry, Muriel passed away many years ago.
The person said Im sorry to hear that, and abruptly hung up.
A little unnerved, she went on the caller ID and wrote the number down.
She Googled it, but found nothing.
She called back, and the number was no longer in service.
