This is real ghost stories online.

Now when you think back as to all the places your bed has been or where you call bed, it can

be a long list.

Even for someone who hasn't moved around all that much. You think about your childhood bed where was that? Let's go back to even before that. Let's go like your crib. Where was that? Then your bed and then wherever else that bed went around that house as you got older or maybe to other houses and then

You know moving out what do you got there where was that where did you live there's been a lot of places. Has there ever been one though that you would

absolutely not go back and stay yet again? A place where that bedroom just was not

not at all welcoming

whether it be from

something traumatic happening with human beings or

for the dead ghost spirits visiting you in that room.

That's what happens in our next story.

Take a listen. My name is Victoria. I'm from Quebec Canada and here is my ghost story.

Before I was born my parents bought a house in which the previous owners died.

The father died of a heart attack and the mother overwhelmed with depression and capable of taking care of their young twin boys ended her life by firing a gun at herself.

I learned that the woman committed suicide in the house when I was around 12 or 13 years old.

I've been told the whole story two or three years ago by my aunts I'm 25 now.

Since I can remember I never felt safe in that house. I felt watched. I've

always been mostly afraid of the guest room in the basement.

When my older sister was a toddler, my dad recalls that one night the door to her bedroom

wouldn't stop closing by itself.

The thing is that the carpet was so thick that the door couldn't just move without assistance.

He told me that he tried to talk to the spirit and asked it to stop messing with him and leave.

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