A few years back I was working at a home for troubled teens called Burlington. One night I was sitting in the hall monitor chair, I seen a figure walk across the hall in front of me, and go into a room that is padded for when the teens lose control. I got up, walked to the room, and it was empty.

I told the story to another worker there and he told me that he has seen the same thing. He had also seen a dog in the hallway playing and just disappear. Another worker told me that she has seen the same figure many times as well.

So this story didn’t happen to me personally, it happened to my dad’s brother and sister-in-law and their two kids, however, I’ve heard it told so many times I feel like I was there.

Anyway, it was around 1983-1984, my family lived in this little blue house in Guyandotte, WV. To properly tell this story though there’s three parts I have to tell that lead up to probably the creepiest ghost story I’ve ever heard.

First, I need to explain the layout of the house. This house was a two-story building when you walked in the front door, there was a foyer that you entered into before entering the living room, as you continued to walk into the house, from the living room there was a dining room, the kitchen, and a master bedroom, from the dining room and the set of stairs that led to the second story. From the moment they moved in no one would go upstairs unless they absolutely had too. It just had a bad vibe, they always felt like they were being watched. So as you go up the stairs, they led out to the middle of a hallway at one end was bedrooms and at the other end of the hallway was a little door that led out to the roof. My uncle, stapled plastic around all the windows upstairs and nailed the little door shut. The bathroom was also located upstairs and it was the only full bathroom in the whole house. So my family settled into their new home and nothing seemed out of the normal until they noticed a few unexplained things began happening.

One day, my uncles daughter, Cindy, side note we all called her “Sissy” was playing with her pretty impressive Barbie Doll collection in the foyer. Her mother walked in and said “If you pick up all your dolls and clean up in here you can go to the store with me.” Of course young little Sissy wasn’t going to miss that opportunity. So she dressed all her dolls, organized them all in her totes, and put them away. She left with her mom and that was the end of that, or so they thought. Upon their return home, Sissy hears her mother yelling at her for not putting away her dolls like she told her too. When Sissy finally made it inside to the foyer, confused, what she saw wasn’t explainable. Every single doll had been strung out on the floor and all of it’s doll clothing removed. Except for one single doll, it was a doll from the 1950’s that had the molded hair, it was standing up straight leaned against the wall in a blue formal evening gown. Okay, now I’m going to interject with my opinion, even though my family just fluttered past this encounter like just brushed it off, I can PROMISE you that if dolls are moving around by themselves. I’m out. Like BYE. However, they did let it go and continued on about their lives.

A couple months had passed since the “doll encounter” and little things would happen that weren’t really explainable but weren’t a big deal so no one really paid them any mind. I will say that from their telling of the story, the two kids were more afraid than the parents were. Which according to every horror movie I’ve ever seen, sounds about right. Sissy and her brother Frankie, never stayed in their rooms upstairs they both always slept downstairs in the living room. One night, however, their cousin decided to stay the night so my aunt Janey told them that they’d need to bring a mattress from upstairs down to the living room so that everyone had somewhere to sleep that night. So all three kids went upstairs to carry a mattress down, their cousin was in the front, Sissy was holding one handle on the side with both hands and Frankie was on the other side holding the mattress with both hands. They got about halfway down the stairs when their cousin just takes off head first down the stairs. Her head literally went through the wall. They pulled her out, she was bawling her eyes out, didn’t have a scratch on her but was screaming “Sissy, pushed me down the stairs.” Frankie and Sissy both just stared at each other in disbelief. Finally, Frankie speaks up and says, “Sissy was holding the mattress with both hands, no one pushed you.” What their cousin had to say next was the turning point for them in starting to realize that maybe there were strange forces here at play. Their cousin looked at them with puffy red eyes but a seriousness in her eyes. “I felt her hand push my back.”

Since that strange encounter things had kind of quieted down again but they were still considerably on edge, however, eventually things went back to their usual norm. Little things here and there but nothing so serious that it made them question their safety.

However, that all was about to change.

My uncle traveled every once in a while to Kentucky for work. One particular night he had to stay overnight and wouldn’t be home until the morning leaving Janey, Sissy, and Frankie alone for the evening. Janey got the kids ready for bed that night and was putting off the need to go take a bath because for some reason that night she just didn’t feel right going upstairs by herself. So she finally mustered up the courage to take a bath. I haven’t had the chance to mention the bathroom. The bathroom was like any normal bathroom I suppose but in the shower there was about a baseball sized hole in the wall. The hole had always been there. As she was taking her bath she couldn’t help but feel that something was inside that hole staring her down. She felt so uneasy she could barely stand it. She ran downstairs, got dressed, called my Uncle Frank, and demanded that he come home now. She said “I can’t stay here alone, I’m too afraid.” So Frank left work and came home for the evening. So time had passed and they couldn’t bring themselves to fall asleep, they both just laid in bed, listening. They kept thinking they heard someone upstairs, so finally Frank got up and said “I’m going to take the dog, and my gun and check upstairs.” Janey continued to lay in bed as she listened to Frank walk upstairs check every room, close the door, then walked back downstairs, it wasn’t until fifteen or twenty minutes had passed that she was concerned as to why Frank hadn’t come back to bed. So she got up and walked out in the dining room, where she found Frank, pointing the gun at the top of the stairs, and who hadn’t even moved a muscle. She looked at the panic in his face, and just asked “what are we going to do?” Before he even had a chance to answer the lights began to flicker. He walked into the living room where both the kids were sleeping. Sissy on one couch and Frankie on another couch. Pacing back and forth Frank keeps saying “Should I go upstairs?” “What should we do?”

Now, I’d also like to inject here again before I continue. I want to give you a little bit of detail about my cousin Sissy. Everyone may have called her Sissy but she was anything less than a Sissy. When it came to a fight or an altercation, she was the first to get involved. She didn’t fear anything and she for her age was pretty blunt. She even to this day is still like that, she’s that person you have in your life that just tells it how it is.

So, continuing to pace and trying to figure out a plan, and freaking out. My cousin who has been in a dead sleep this whole time, rises up from the couch, straight as a board with her arms out in front of her, turns her head to her dad and says “I wouldn’t go up them stairs if I was you, daddy.” Then lies straight back down and goes directly back to sleep. Not as soon as her head hit the pillow though, all hell began to break lose in the little blue house. The lights flickering, was now accompanied by what sounded like a bull running through the hallway upstairs and doors slamming shut. My uncle grabbed the kids, his wife, and ran outside to the backyard to drive everyone to my dad’s house. When he got to the backyard he noticed the curtains swaying back and forth, and the little door that led the roof was opening and closing by itself. Which probably only made him run faster away.

Now mind you when I heard this story the first time, I thought these people must think I really am dumb enough to believe this bull. Until my very religious dad told me that the next day he went with my uncle to collect their belongings and he carrying a Bible couldn’t stay anymore than five minutes in the house. He said as soon as you stepped on the property you could feel a dark presence.

The house is still located in Guyandotte. It still stands to this day, it’s been remodeled since then and actually is a very beautiful house. For a long time, the house always stayed up for rent and many of the neighbors rarely spoke about it. Someone lives their now, if it wasn’t for the fact that I’d sound like an all out creeper, I’d ask them if they’ve ever experienced anything weird.

That’s my ghost story. It’s been told so many times cause it’s a favorite in our family. Hopefully you enjoy it!

I had moved back to my grandparents farm near Lost Creek, WV.  The old house had a bedroom upstairs and two bedrooms downstairs. My parents were upstairs, I was staying downstairs.

My parents had a cat that I loved with all my heart. He hated me and would hide behind doors waiting for me to walk by so he could leap out, claw, and bite me.

About midnight, I am in bed watching TV, I hear something at my door. I quickly realize the cat that totally hates me is pawing at my door again and again trying to get into my room. I ignore it a little bit and finally get up and turn the lights on and let him in.

He darted into my room and leaped up on the bed and I notice the smoke. The entire house is filled with smoke so thick you can not see anything!  I grab the cat and try to run down the hall. My parents are upstairs!  No smoke alarms are even going off!

I grab the cat and scream “fire!”  I do not feel heat and when I got to the bottom of the stairs my parents are running downstairs. I turn around to get the cat outside… the air is 100% clear. No smoke anywhere, a second before had such dense smoke you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. It was perfectly normal. The cat is totally fine with being put down and is back to hating me.

Me and my team did an all night ghost hunt at the prison. This was in 2011. We were down in the hole sitting in complete darkness asking questions when all of a sudden a brick comes flying through the air!

A little later, as I was sitting in the chair, my leg starts burning. I noticed there was a couple light scratches. Then we went to the Sugar Shack. We were walking in total darkness when all of a sudden a light bulb shatters on the floor in front of us. Problem is, there’s no light bulbs anywhere down there.

We took pictures in the cafeteria and got 3 orbs in a perfect triangle shape about two inches off the floor.  And in the second floor bathroom, we took a picture in the bathroom. When we developed it, there was a very disturbing face in the mirror! And it was taken in total darkness.

Five or six years ago on Halloween, my daughter Jennifer, myself and two other friends visited Weston Hospital for one of the tours. My daughter who was in her mid-twenties at the time, had spent a significant amount of time working in a daycare in Charleston, WV.

As we waited for the next tour to begin, Jennifer began to feel sick and dizzy. Her boyfriend took her to the front porch and they sat on the bench and waited for the tour to begin. All the while, Jennifer continued to feel worse every minute.

It was then our turn to go into the facility for our tour.  Jennifer continued to feel sick and dizzy, but insisted that she take the tour. After the tour, she walked to the back door and stepped outside. Her sickness and dizziness had completely gone away.

After doing some research, we discovered the story of Lilly, the little girl who I believe was born at the hospital and her mother was mentally ill.  One story I read, stated that Lilly often played on the front porch, which is where my daughter became sick and dizzy.  We always wondered if Lilly’s spirit was on the porch that night because of the contact that my daughter had with children by working at a daycare.  Maybe Lilly was trying to get her attention, because of her love of children.  This may be way off the mark, but it certainly was an interesting experience.

Back in June I moved into a trailer with my boyfriend, his brother, and one of my friends at the time. At first everything seemed pretty normal but my boyfriend and his brother told me about how they believed there was something following my boyfriend around. They said it started in a house down Page around 5 years before we got together. Down in Page my boyfriend and his brother shared  a room. For a few days, my boyfriend was hearing stuff on and off, sounding like something was scratching on the hallway by their room.

One night he decided to put a camcorder up on a counter so that you could see the hallway and he went to bed. Now remember, there was no doors behind the camcorder, you could see if someone moved it. It ended up moved with nothing showing why it had moved and you could also hear footsteps and the scratching again. That night a big black figure showed up in their doorway and woke them up. Slowly walking towards their beds while scratching the walls. Needless to say, they left the house until day light .

Now to what happened in the trailer. We had lived in the trailer for maybe two weeks. I was pretty comfortable but one night I had the feeling of something watching me. It freaked me out so bad I wouldn’t leave my boyfriend’s side. It was so bad that when he had to go to the bathroom, I stayed right by the door (this is not normal for me at all I usually am one of the first people to investigate something).

While still in the bathroom he finally asked me what was wrong. I told him I had the intense feeling of someone watching me. He told me that we should just go to bed, but he had a freaked out look on his face.

We laid down but he kept looking from our bedroom door to our closet, our bed was right up against the closet doorway and it didn’t have a door. I didn’t think anything about it and got comfortable (I sleep with my feet outside of the bottom of my blanket). We didn’t have power yet so we had candles lit to see our way and it was around 9, so it was dark outside.

As I was laying there I felt something grab my foot I jerked my foot up fast putting it under my blanket. My boyfriend looked at me and tells me to slowly grab the candle and go to his brother’s room down the hall.

I climbed over my boyfriend and as I am lifting the candle up, it goes out without a reason, my boyfriend screams for me to run and I do. I run so hard I hit two walls on the way with the candle still in my hand splashing wax all over them.

As I run down the hallway I hear foot steps thinking it was my boyfriend and I run into his brother’s room. His brother runs out and I turn around and realize my boyfriend was still in our bedroom.

Finally they both come walking fast down the hallway and as they get to the door, it jerked back, they kept a hold of it and finally got it shut. We slept in my boyfriend’s brother and girlfriend’s room that night on the floor. You could hear whatever it was banging on the doors and walls and throwing stuff all night.

After that at around 10 PM until 2:30 AM every night, if you walked by he living room, you could see something walking around our kitchen and hear it stomping all through our trailer.

Another night my boyfriend, his brother and I (his brothers girlfriend was at a friends house) were hanging out in living room. My boyfriend’s brother fell asleep on the sectional couch so I covered him up with my grey fuzzy blanket. When we went to bed I laid down in bed and he went to the bathroom. Not five minutes after we left the living room (with my boyfriend still in the bathroom) we heard a big bang like slamming noise and his brother screaming his name and I see him run down the hallway. As my boyfriend runs out of the bathroom I run out of my room down the hallway to them.

Finally his brother tells us what happened and shows us his chest. He has what looked like 5 claw marks running from his shoulder and across his chest curving down his side a little above his hip. Turns out he got work up from the slamming noise with the blanket thrown off of him and his chest burning.

When he got up to run down the hallway he said it felt like someone tried to push him down. We stayed in his room that night. For some reason nothing ever happened to us in his room. It seemed like whatever was tormenting us couldn’t get in and finally got tired of trying. The morning after the scratching, our coffee table was turned over and a lot of our stuff was thrown everywhere .

The last big thing to happen before we finally moved out, was one night my boyfriend and I was sitting in the living room around 1:30 in the morning. I was reading off of my phone and he was playing a game on the TV. I had something thrown at me. I felt the wind off of whatever it was and seen something fly across my line of vision. I took off running and had a panic attack in my boyfriend’s brother’s room. Finally after I got calmed down, we decided it was time to leave.

My question is, what is this thing and why is it following my friend. How can something you can’t even see touch you?

One day at my home. When I was about 6 years old. I was playing on the stairs. And my ball hung above the stairs. It was hanging as if something was holding it and it dropped back down after 15 seconds.

When I was 12 and moved to my parents house. My room was always cold. When I was away for long amounts of time. My room was warm. Then my room got colder as time progressed. Most of my nights I spent watching the shadows dance on the walls above me in my dark room of no light. I see them most of the time in my house on the second floor.

If you’ve hiked Grey Flats near Beckley, W.Va., you know how eerie those woods can be. But there’s no more eerie a place in all the flats than the at old farm beyond the south end of the flats. There the Old Farm Trail meets the South Grey Flats Trail in a patch of thorns and brambles. That patch of bramble and the decrepit old oaks and maples that shade it are all that’s left of an old farm, the ruins of which have been there as long as anyone can remember, though there’s little to be found but old foundation stones. Hikers and bikers on the trail have long told tales of a haunting there, but I didn’t put much stock in the tales until a few years ago when my friends and I actually saw something that none of us can explain.

It was nearly dusk in late October and it was cold and drizzly, and though that made seeing difficult, what we saw was plainly visible. At the point on the Grey Flats Trail where trees move in close we saw a black figure in what might have been a long coat and a broad-rimmed hat. Though man-shaped, it had no obvious depth as no light fell upon it. It was completely black. And rather than moving like a person, it moved without walking. And it moved to the side, away from us up through the trees away from the road toward what might have been the farmhouse. And though the rocky ground rose, the figure did not. It appeared to move into the earth. As soon as it disappeared into the ground my friend Becky began to get sick. She held her hands over her stomach and bent down and began to let out of kind of a long sob. We asked her if she was alright and she shook her head yes, that she just wanted to go home, so we grabbed her by the arms and went back out toward Ship Rock. Just as we were getting ready to turn onto the old farm trail we looked back and saw the shape again. It appeared to be emerging from the ground and heading down toward where the old strip mines were.

I have no explanation for what we saw. I have heard that someone was murdered near the farm, but I can’t find anything to confirm that. This is the only time I have ever had anything like a supernatural experience. I have been past the site many time since and have never seen anything, though I don’t linger long waiting.