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A Personal Ghost Story

Nationality: American

Age: 21

Occupation: Student 

Residence: Sturbridge, MA, USA

Date: 04/05/2025 

Language: English

Description 

When my parents were moved into [the house], they had to have it like, cleansed spiritually. Because they kept hearing like all of these noises, and they would like see things at night, this whole thing. Um, and then. Yeah, they would like, see things. I don’t know, like ghosts or whatever. I remember one night they were telling me that I think they like saw something, and we have a mud room like with, you know, the pantry and all that. And they had, like, come downstairs to get water or something. And there was just like something sitting in the corner. Um, and then, when I was like, probably a teenager, I heard something really loud downstairs. And then I went downstairs to check it, and all of our cabinets were open. With the plates like, have fallen out everywhere. And like, obviously, there are no Earthquakes in Massachusetts. So, like, that was definitely not an earthquake. Um, and then I went back upstairs, and like the second I had gotten into my bed, I heard like footsteps on the staircase. I also used to hear, like, things, call my name a lot that I thought were my parents, and then I’d go out and they’d like dead asleep. I’m so serious, like. This actually happened in my childhood. There’s no indication of like, what kind of ghost it is. I don’t know what kind, but they’ve like, never been aggressive. Like, they’re like spirits. I don’t think they’re like evil ghosts. Although, we also used to hear, like, like, horse clopping around the house at one point, and then my dad bought a metal detector, and we went outside, and we found a bunch of horseshoes that were buried in our yard. And our garage used to be a stable, so I guess that’s like a specific type of ghost. 

Subject’s Opinion

Interviewer: How did you guys find out it was? Did someone tell you it’s haunted?

Subject: Prior to me, they were…there was just so much weird stuff that was going on, that they had to have, like, bring someone over to like, cleanse it.

Interviewer: Who was that person? 

Subject: I don’t know, it was like…some spiritual person that, like, dealt with spirits, and like, I don’t know what you would call them. 

Interviewer: Like a priest or something. 

Subject: No, it wasn’t like religious, it’s um. Oh my God, I need this word. You know what I’m talking about, right?

Interviewer: So do you believe in ghosts? Do you believe in these spirits? 

Subject: I don’t know. I feel like I’m like the type of person that’s like…if I don’t believe in them, they’re gonna get me. So especially growing up in the house like I believed in, like the spirits, but I don’t think I believe in like ghosts. Like, I don’t think there’s like evil ghost. I just think there’re some spirits going on. 

Analysis

This personal ghost story is a prime example of why ghost stories manifest and how they inform or alter our behavior. The subject claimed her family home is haunted quite matter-of-factly and went on to state three examples as evidence that validate the existence of paranormal entities, which initially suggested a strong belief in the existence of ghosts. But later, the subject drew a distinction between “ghosts” and “spirits”, but was unable to clearly communicate how she differentiates the two. Based on her explanation, it seems like the subject does not regard the “spirits” in her home as “ghosts” with ill intentions. Further, the subject seems to see ghosts as a more heightened concept than spirits, which made me realize that the very narrative definition of a “haunted” house is being challenged. The subject’s family has made meaning out of the odd events around their house by attributing them to paranormal activity, but rest assured as they believe the spirits are friendly and cannot harm them. This particular way of engaging with the belief of a haunting is unique. As we discussed in lecture, places claimed to be haunted are often associated with guilt and trauma without closure, but the subject’s family has clearly separated themselves from any potential history that could cause them to believe these spirits mean harm.

Staircase Ghost

Nationality: Korean- American
Age: 20
Occupation: Student
Residence: Los Angeles, California
Language: English

Text: When I lived in Missouri, my room was located in the basement. My bed was positioned opposite to my doorframe, which was right next to the staircase. If my door was open, which it often was, I could see most of the basement and the first few steps at the bottom of the staircase. On numerous occasions, mostly when waking up from naps, I would see a black figure quickly move up the stairs and out of sight. I was never motivated enough to pursue it, but I always ended up closing my door to avoid the perceived threat. When informing my parents about this, they would always act like they went to check the basement out, but I was aware they didn’t believe me. I, truthfully, didn’t know if what I was seeing was real or not.

Context: Informant was in elementary school during this time of her life. They recall the previous owners of the home being of older age, and correlate this with the potential ghost near the staircase. Informant was never terrified of the figure, as they were not certain it was real. However, they felt a close- relationship to its presence because of their parents lack of belief in her sightings. Informant believes that, whether the figure existed or not, the chance of its presence promoted her habit of closing her door.

Analysis: This memorate reflects the turbulent boundary of deciphering the known and unknown. The informant cannot be sure of the existence of the figure, but it is clear that the events described had a long term impact on the informant. Drawing a possible conclusion that the figure could have been a past resident of the home, we can see a perpetuation of the commonly held cultural ideas revolving around property ownership and death. This retelling highlights the ambiguity of memorates as legends. Their truthfulness is not essential to their ability to shape behavior. In many cases, proof of presence is not needed for significance.

A Ghostly Warning

Nationality: Iranian- American
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Residence: Los Angeles, California
Language: English

Text: I was sleeping on my mom’s bed with my older brother. I woke up to the sound of a creaking door and looked through the doorframe to see the figure of tall woman. She had the most wrinkly skin I had ever seen, and a distinctively red lipstick. She was looking directly at me, but her hand was pointing elsewhere. I followed it to my brothers sleeping body, and when I looked back to where she was standing she had disappeared.

Context: Informant was in elementary school when this event occurred. Informant’s parents had recently divorced, and this was the reason him and his brother were sleeping in the same bed as their mother. Following this event, the informant was worried for the safety of their brother. They believed the figure was warning him of something bad to come. Informant is now indifferent to the situation, as the brother is well, but still remembers the event vividly. They now believe the experience was likely fueled by emotions relating to their parent’s crumbling relationship.

Analysis: This memorate follows a typical structure in which the informant interprets a ghostly figure as a messenger. What makes this account particularly significant is the way it demonstrates how supernatural experiences are shaped not only by what is perceived, but also by the emotional state of the individual experiencing them. At the time, the informant was dealing with the emotional impact of his parents’ divorce, which may have heightened his sensitivity to perceived threats or signs. It’s possible that the figure pointing at his brother was not just an insignificant gesture, but a projection of the informant’s deeper fear of losing his sibling relationship. Without the emotional strain of that situation, the event may not have been interpreted, or even remembered, in the same way. I find this especially compelling because I have a similar memorate tied to my parents’ divorce, which leads me to believe that memorates can be shaped not only by cultural tradition, but also by shared emotional experiences. In this sense, supernatural encounters can become deeply personal expressions during times of internal trouble.

Whispers of a ghost

Date_of_performance: 03/29/2025

Informant Name: BT

Language: English 

Nationality: American

Occupation: Student 

Primary Language: English

Residence: Los Angeles 

Interview:

BT: I don’t necessarily believe, like I have my own spiritual beliefs. So like I don’t necessarily fully believe in ghosts, but like I have had like my own like parental experience.

BT: My mom is a realtor and she like does probably way more than like a realtor should do. Like she does like duties in her work that she’s, I’m like, okay, you should like have the client probably do that. But these clients like moved out of their house. And they left it like a little bit messy. But I think that they were probably like in a hurry to move out and everything.

BT: So she’s like, Hey, can you guys, like to me and my older sister, can you guys go and help me clean this stuff? We’re like, Yeah, of course.

BT: So, we went to the house and it was like, main floor was kind of big, upstairs was like a little lost.area and then downstairs like you walk down the stairs and there’s a room on this side of the room. *she gestures to the left with her hands*

BT: So we, my sister and I went downstairs, my mom stayed upstairs and I go and it’s scary because I don’t know if it’s a paranormal experience or if someone was literally in the house.But I go downstairs and I’m like first, like I’m going down and my sister’s going down behind me. And I look to the right in this room, it’s dark. It’s like after the sun went down, so it’s also dark outside. And I look in that room, don’t see anything.

BT: I look to my left and then there’s like a walkout basement, it’s a walkout basement, so there was a door. The door was open. *pause* The door was wide open, like leading to outside. So I was like, okay. I was like, let me just go shut it, ’cause we were like, maybe it was the wind, like maybe the family didn’t lock in.

ME: Yeah. Yeah

BT: And I had no explanation as to why it was open. So I went from the stairs into the room, the door was here, I closed the door, and I walked in.

ME: Okay.

BT: On my way back, I kind of stop here, so like here’s the stairs. My sister’s at the bottom. And I’m like, to my sister, oh, I don’t know why that was, I don’t know why that was open.

BT: But like, I don’t really survey the rest of the room. ‘Cause I was like, kind of jogging back because I was freaked out by the door being opened. And so as I’m saying that to my sister, and suddenly I hear heavy breathing…

ME: Oh my god! That’s terrifying.

BT: I hear very like heavy breathing from like the corner of the room, but it’s dark, so I can’t really see. It’s like shadowy, so I’m like, and I don’t even take a look. It’s like shadowy, so I’m like, and I don’t even take a look or even want to look back.

BT: I literally, I swear like adrenaline, I think. I literally carried my sister like up the stairs, ’cause I was pushing her, like she didn’t hear it.

ME: Oh my god.

BT: that I literally carried my sister like up the stairs, ’cause I was pushing her, like she didn’t hear it. She was like at the bottom of the stairs. And I was like, go, like go, go, go, go, pushing her up the stairs trying to get out. So we literally ran up the stairs and like fell, like I literally fell up the stairs. Once I got to the top, I fell on the ground. Once I got to the top, I fell on the ground. My mom was standing at the top of the stairs because she heard us running up in a hurry and she was like “What the heck just happened?” And I was like, I think that there’s someone downstairs.

ME: Oh my god.

BT: And I told her I heard someone breathing right in my ear. And I was like, someone literally opened the door and the door is open, so I think a person was downstairs. And so my mom was like, “Okay, let me go check.” She goes down and there’s no one.

ME: That’s crazy!

BT: So I’m like, either it was a real person, which is even scary to me. It’s like they waited  before my mom got down there, and they’re gone. So that was my only like– Oh my god. Yeah, and it just felt eerie and weird and scary to me.

ME: No, that would freak me out.

BT: Yeah, it was freaky. It was probably like 8 o’clock we had gotten there. So it was like sun was going down and then by the time we went downstairs, it was dark.

ME: That would be the last time im every entering that house again.

BT: Exactly! It’s like I’m not messing with it. I’m not messing with any ghosts in there. But that’s my personal paranormal experience. I hope that is helpful!

ME: That’s perfect! That’s amazing!

My interpretation

I want to believe that this was a ghost that my friend heard down in the basement. If it was a person, I feel like she would’ve heard footsteps if they walked back inside or coming up behind her. And since her mom is a realtor, she definitely would’ve down a check down there after the clients left or heard the door open. Her sister also didn’t hear the whisper herself, so it likely is a ghost. And if it was someone trying to scare her, they would’ve done more than just breathe, they could’ve talked or grabbed her arm to really freak her out. She mentioned how she has her own spiritual beliefs and that could fall under believing in ghosts. This also could be a psychological feeling, she got freaked out by the door being opened and thought she heard something, since her mom didn’t see anything, so I am leaning towards it being a ghost or her imagination.















































Flickering Lights

Date_of_performance: 04/03/2025

Informant Name: VL

Language: English/Spanish 

Nationality: American

Occupation: Student 

Primary Language: English

Residence: Los Angeles

Interview:

VL: Hmm my next door neighbor had a chandelier that started flickering and then it lifted/turned upside down/swinging and the painting that it was in front of fell off the wall.man it was so long ago I don’t remember a lot of the details.I think it maybe was over a course of a few days and it was progressively getting worse until the painting fell.

VL: Oh yeah the painting was of the Virgin Mary, forgot to mention that first.

ME: Do you know if they ended up moving or getting rid of it?

VL: nope they stayed for a while after that and I’m pretty sure they kept the painting. They kept the chandelier too.

ME: Hm okay! Do you know if they talked about anything weird going on in the house or did you mainly see the light flickering?

VL: Apparently the whole house was haunted, at least that is what my friends would say to me. But the chandelier lights flickering and the painting falling was just a big moment I remember the most.

ME: Wow! That’s helpful to know about the house.

VL: But there was always noises or things falling by itself in the house when they were there.

ME: How long have they lived there for? And were the lights always flickering or something that happened suddenly.

VL: Damn they lived there forever probably more than 2 decades, *pauses* if im remembering correctly. And I think the flickering happened suddenly.

ME: Wow! That’s perfect! I think that is all I need. Thank you for your help.

Interpretation

What stood out to me the most was that the painting was of Virgin Mary, which is known for being a symbol of purity, divine grace and motherhood. So that painting falling down instead of any other work of art they may have, could be read as a sign that there is a force in their house haunting it and trying get rid of anything that could be seen as a protection or pure. When lights flicker in horror or thriller movies, it is a scene that there is an evil sprit in the room that is either trying to gain control and take over or kill someone. Or simply sending them a spiritual message to back off and move out. I want to think it is more than just a faulty electrical wire or connection, if the painting of Virgin Mary didn’t start falling down with it, I would believe they just need to fix what wire is connected to the chandelier. They also have lived in the house for so long, there is a possibility that while they have lived there, a ghost or paranormal spiritual could’ve came in and started to slowly haunting them until it become obvious. VL said the family still leaves there, so the spirit hasn’t done anything harmful so maybe it left after scaring them for a bit or showing that they were there and could come back.