The Office Building Ghost

Age: 65

Story: This is a crazy story that happened to me in December that I still think about everytime I go to work. I think it was like December 10th or 11th or something like that and I was working in the homebase office of my job, which I never go to, and it seems like for good reason. 

Well this day, I got to work and my manager was acting a little odd. She seemed a little antsy, a little jerky, but I brushed it off as an off day. A few hours go by and she just is not letting up. She’s squirming in her chair, sighing, huffing and puffing… and so finally I go “Hey, is everything okay?” And my manager assures me everything is fine and that she just needs to take a breath outside. So, she gets up, and as she’s walking out the door, a box of tissues on her desk goes FLYING off. 

Now, I do not believe in ghosts, I never have, I don’t think I ever will, but I swear on my life that this box of tissues, on its own, went flying off my boss’ desk and onto the floor. 

So, my boss turns around and shrieks “DID YOU SEE THAT?” and of course I did but I said “Oh the vent must be turned up too high.” But, I knew damn well that there was no vent… there must’ve been a spirit or something in that office, but I didn’t want to freak her out more than she was that day. 

My boss then steps outside finally, I pick up the tissue box, and as I do, a tissue is YANKED out of the box and onto the floor … and again, I swear I did not touch the tissue. It flew out of that box and I felt a force. That’s when I went running outside to grab my boss, and she did not want to come back into that room…so instead she went home, grabbed sage, and we burned sage in the room to rid it of the spirits there. 

To this day, that is the craziest thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t know if I believe in ghosts, but I do believe that happened.

Analysis: This personal ghost story reveals how supernatural beliefs and folk narratives continue to shape how we interpret unexplainable events, even in professional settings. What makes this story so compelling is the dichotomy between skepticism and belief. My friend begins by emphasizing that they don’t believe in ghosts, but what they experienced at work that day has possible caused them to reconsider, at least for a little bit. This is a common feature in ghost lore: even skeptics can become believers when faced with something they can’t logically explain. It also highlights how ghost stories often originate from direct personal experience, evolving into contemporary folklore through retellings and shared memory.

The role of the sage burning at the end of the story also speaks to the blending of traditional folk practices with modern life. Burning sage is a ritual drawn from spiritual traditions, and in this case, it’s used as a way to cleanse a space of any hauntings, demons, or spirits, which is something we see across many cultures. The fact that this person and their boss felt compelled to perform a ritual to fight back at a spirit shows how folklore is still deeply tied into our behavior, even if we don’t know it.

The Ghost Hitchhiker

Age: 19

Story: This is a story about a ghost that still scares me to this day. One night, my family and I were going on a roadtrip from New Jersey to South Carolina, and it was late at night. I was tired, and I was staring out into the distance as we were driving south down I-95. This is when my mom would tell me a story that would shake me to my core, and I don’t know why, it’s not even that scary. Okay, anyway, she told me the story of the Ghost Hitchhiker. 

We were driving, and she said “Look out the window, have you ever seen a hitchhiker?” 

Now, I actually had never seen a hitchhiker in real life, but I’ve seen movies, so I said, “Yeah, I’ve seen one before.”

And my mom goes, “Well, chances are that was the Ghost Hitchhiker…” 

So I said, “Who is the Ghost Hitchhiker?”

And my mom would go on to tell me that the Ghost Hitchhiker looks like any other hitchhiker, just a guy sticking his thumb out, and if you pull over and let him in, he’ll get in the back seat of your car, and say something like, “Just up the road,” or “Not too far.” However, you would drive a couple miles up the road, waiting for him to give you the heads up for when you were approaching his destination, and then you’d turn around to find…that he was no longer in the car. He had disappeared.

I remember my mom started laughing after telling me this, but I did not laugh at all. I think she felt bad because she said, “Don’t worry, I’m not picking up any hitchhikers…but if I do, keep an eye on them, okay?” But, like I said, to this day, I always think about the Ghost Hitchhiker whenever I’m driving on any highway…and unfortunately, I don’t think I’m picking up any hitchhikers anytime soon.

Analysis: This ghost story, shared by my friend about their mom’s tale of the Ghost Hitchhiker, highlights the way folk narratives are passed down casually through family storytelling. The Ghost Hitchhiker legend is a great example of the vanishing hitchhiker tale, a widely recognized motif in ghost folklore where a seemingly real passenger disappears without explanation. These stories often blur the line between imagination and belief.

What’s especially interesting is how this story fits into broader cultural meanings of ghosts in folklore. In many ways, ghosts often symbolize warnings or trauma, but in stories like this, they also serve as a reminder of the thin line that exists between the natural and supernatural world. The hitchhiker’s request to be taken somewhere, but never actually reaching their destination  becomes a metaphor for the unreachable, or the liminal space of the unknown. Stories like these are obviously very powerful, as this one has found its way into their adulthood. 

The Ghost That Saved my Grandmother’s Life

Age: 20

Story: I remember being like 12 or 13 when my aunt started having crazy… and honestly terrifying dreams.  There was maybe a period of 4 or 5 months where my aunt would call my mom every other week or so and tell her about a ‘ghostly figure’ that appeared in her sleep that night. She was never really able to explain what happened or what the ghost looked like, but she would always call feeling a little shaken up, and she would always ask how her mother (my grandmother) was doing, who was living with us at the time. Not that it was odd for my aunt to ask about my grandmother, but it was every single time that she had one of these dreams, she would start the call with “How’s Momma doing?” Luckily, my grandma had been doing good for these 4 months. 

It wasn’t until the 5th month of my aunt having these dreams that they became more prominent and more specific, to the point where she had 3 dreams, or I guess nightmares, 3 nights in a row, and she could make out the ghostly figure to be her grandmother, my great grandmother. On the first night of the dream, her grandmother stood at the foot of her bed and just stared at her. On the second night of the dream, she had moved to the side of her bed where she slept and was leaned over staring at her, and on the 3rd and final night of the dream, her grandmother pulled in closer and said “Your mother is bleeding. My daughter is dying. She needs you”

That morning my aunt woke up and called my mom immediately, screaming that we needed to take my grandmother to the hospital. Of course, my mom was freaking out about this and was trying to make sense of why in the world my aunt would call like this out of nowhere, and she just kept saying “Trust me on this. Please, Mommom says we have to.” So, we did just that. We trusted her and we took my grandma to the hospital, and lo and behold… she was bleeding internally.

My grandma got the help she needed, she stayed in the hospital for a few days, and came back home with us, healthy and happy. My aunt never jokes about ghost stories, so I believe her on this one… To this day, I believe that my grandma wouldn’t be alive today if it wasn’t for those ghostly dreams.

Analysis: When my friend first told me this story about her aunt’s dreams, it immediately struck me as a powerful example of a personal ghost narrative—one that really blurs the line between the supernatural and the everyday. Her aunt started having dreams of a ghostly figure, and over time it became clearer and more intense, eventually revealing itself as her own grandmother. The final dream—where the ghost says, “Your mother is bleeding. My daughter is dying. She needs you”—is a classic turning point. That’s when the dream crosses from eerie to urgent, and her family actually acts on it.

What makes the story so compelling is how it follows a narrative rhythm we see a lot in oral traditions: three escalating encounters, each one more specific than the last. That repetition builds tension and gives the story weight. It also shows how ghost stories, especially in families, often function less as entertainment and more as a way to convey emotional truths or even life-saving warnings. In this case, the family listened, and found out her grandmother was indeed bleeding internally. That outcome gives the story legitimacy and reinforces the idea that dreams and ancestral presence can hold real power.

Even if someone doesn’t believe in ghosts, stories like this show how folklore is deeply woven into how we process fear, intuition, and care for loved ones. My friend’s story is more than just spooky—it’s a reminder of how personal and meaningful ghost stories can be, especially when they exist within family bonds and generational memory.

Roswell UFO Incident

Text:
A rancher found metal debris on his property in Roswell, and the local newspaper ran the headline that a flying saucer had been spotted. Many locals heard from one another that aliens have also been spotted. The very next day, government agents arrived in the small town and retracted all the debris. The news retracted their statement, saying it was a weather balloon.

Context:
The informant went to the Roswell UFO festival and learnt about the history behind this urban legend in person. They believe it started as a conspiracy of a Cold War surveillance project that detected Soviet nuclear tests, but to cover it up, another conspiracy was formed. 40 years later, the government released declassified documents that revealed that the crashed “flying saucer” was a spy balloon. The informant does not believe in this conspiracy themselves, but they know that this reveal just leads to a third conspiracy that the declassified information is the real cover up of alien spottings.

(Photo taken at the Rosewell UFO Festival from the Informant.)

Analysis:
The Roswell UFO Incident is the origin point for modern UFO conspiracy culture. A powerful symbol of distrust in government and secrecy. Like classic legends, it has a real event and press release; ambiguity or contradiction, and malleability—the story evolves over time with new “witnesses,” reinterpretations, and additions. Furthermore, Roswell serves as a folk counter-narrative to official authority, symbolizing the power of everyday people to challenge dominant truths.

Evanston Township High School Bowling Alley

Text:
There is an urban legend that Evanston Township High School (ETHS) suggests the existence of a hidden bowling alley within the school’s premises. This belief has been popular among students and community members, with many speculating about its location, particularly in the school’s basement.

Context:
The Informant is from the school and heard this from upperclassmen. It is a well known belief despite being proven wrong, they know school staff have debunked this myth. A maintenance worker clarified that there was never a bowling alley in the basement. He mentioned that the rumored bowling alley was actually located where the auto shop is now.

Analysis:
Urban legends like this thrive on ambiguity. The fuzziness of fact vs. fiction is part of the appeal. The bowling alley legend serves as a symbol of past eras, hinting at a more glamorous or strange history of the school. The basement becomes a mythic space, a metaphor for the hidden layers of institutional history that current students aren’t supposed to access.