Who Lives in Our House?

Step into a chilling real paranormal ghost story from my life as a medium—Barbara. This scary tale begins in a charming 18th-century house my partner and I bought in our early twenties, where unexplained events hinted at a paranormal scary story unfolding.

Discover the eerie mysteries that lurked within, perfect for those seeking scary stories read online free.

A Haunting in Our Home

In my journey as a clairvoyant, I’ve encountered many true paranormal tales, but this real ghost story stands out.

Bought in our youth when mortgages were easier, our old house hid secrets behind its preserved beauty—high ceilings, stained-glass sliding doors, and a thirty-foot hallway.

As we renovated, strange occurrences began, revealing a paranormal presence that would test our courage.

Unexplained Disturbances

At first, we didn’t notice when tools were moved and misplaced. We blamed each other, frustrated by the search for missing items.

One night, a screwdriver clattered down the stairs—a sound we were sure came from a room far away.

Days later, a massive bang jolted us awake: the heavy front door, our house’s showpiece with three locks, had slammed shut.

We sat up, hearts racing, expecting footsteps, but silence reigned. With a flashlight, we descended anxiously, stunned to find all locks still secure.

What burglar enters, slams the door, and locks it? We were baffled.

After renovating the living room, we began decorating. Above a dresser, we hung a large, heavy mirror with an engraved wooden frame, flanked by two glass bowls on the sideboard.

Weeks later, a deafening crash woke us. Rushing downstairs, we found the mirror shattered in thousands of pieces, far from the dresser, while the bowls remained intact.

The thick rope holding it was unbroken, and the steel screws—both in the wall and mirror—were still firm.

No damage to the dresser’s glass accessories. How could this mirror fall without breaking anything nearby or loosening its fittings?

The Mystery Deepens

The strange events persisted. In the kitchen, a ladle fell to the floor on the opposite side, though the wooden spoons in their tall jar couldn’t have escaped on their own.

We sensed an unseen force, yet it didn’t feel threatening—unlike the dark energy of my Tuscan real ghost story.

As a medium, I wondered who or what shared our home. Around that time, I entered a contest in a psychic magazine, hoping to win a session with a regression therapist to uncover the truth.

I wrote about my desire to learn who was behind these paranormal scary stories, inspired by the therapist’s heartfelt photo.

Weeks later, I won—my journey to unravel this mystery was about to begin.

A Cliffhanger in This Real Paranormal Ghost Story