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Jim Harold’s Campfire: True Ghost Stories

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The ghost stories below are from listeners of the popular paranormal podcast Jim Harold’s Campfire. Many of these stories are now compiled in the book Jim Harold’s Campfire: True Ghost Stories, available now in our Bookshop.

A CALL FROM GRANDPA

When I was about 4 1/2 years old, back in the early ’70s, my father passed away. I was pretty close to his side of the family as a child. But in the ’80s, as I was growing up, life happened, and I just kind of swayed away from that side of the family.

During the early part of 1990, my grandfather (my father’s father) passed away. Unfortunately, I did not go to the funeral. In August of that same year, a couple days before my birthday, I was at home in my apartment and getting ready to go to work when the phone rang. I picked up the phone, said “Hello,” and I could just hear a muffled sound. I had to say hello several times. I could tell someone was there but I just heard a muffled sound, like the person was really really far away.

The third time I said “Hello?” I heard the voice call me by name—a nickname that only my father’s side of the family called me. I knew right away it was my grandfather. I knew right away. He called me “Velmita,” and I really got spooked. I hung up the phone, because, I mean, I didn’t understand what was going on, you know? I didn’t really expect this. I hung up, and I picked up the phone again thinking I was going to get a dial tone. And he was still on the line.

I just got totally spooked. I hung up and left my apartment, because I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t know what to think. When I told people, I got made fun of a lot: “You got a long-distance call from heaven,” blah, blah, blah. I insisted, “No. This really did happen.” I know I wasn’t going crazy. It really did happen.

I was 100 percent sure it was him. 100 percent sure. And for it to be around my birthday cinched it.

You know, I think about if I had done anything differently. It just really spooked me. I mean, going back…I don’t know, I may have done the same thing. I hate to say I was frightened, but it’s just something you don’t expect, you know?

Velma
Texas

THE GIRL IN THE ATTIC

When I was about 9 or 10 years old my best friend in the world was one of the neighborhood boys, named Hubert. His family had invited me to go with them on a long weekend to visit some of their relatives, so I went. I’m not really sure where we went, but it couldn’t have been very far; it was just a couple hours’ drive. Not much about the weekend was that memorable, to tell you the truth. I don’t remember much about the family either. Of course, being a young boy I wasn’t aware of much anyway.

So anyway, we got there, Hubert and I. He was usually the one who was more inquisitive; he’d do things…he was mischievous, in other words. So, at one point, we decided to go up to the attic and play for something to do. He was probably bored, so up we went to the attic. The one thing I remember about the attic is that it was very clean and sparse. There wasn’t a whole lot to do up there.

We got up there, and noticed that there was a little girl in the attic. This little girl, she wanted to stay in one corner of the attic, like that was her space, and she didn’t want to come down and really play with us much. I remember at one point we had maybe a ball or something that we were tossing around, and we’d toss it to her. She’d never respond.

She never talked. She had long hair, and I never saw her face; it was strange. Never saw her face. She had long hair that basically just covered her face. It came down probably to the middle of her chest. And I remember she was wearing maybe a white sundress or a gown of some sort. Her clothes seemed modern. That’s my feeling about it.

So, after trying to play some ball with her, we decided…I think there was a table, so we were going to play some cards or checkers, something like that. We got her to join us at the table, and she was just sitting there with us. We’d make our moves, and she was just sitting there, not doing anything. She didn’t talk, and I don’t remember seeing her face. It was kind of like the girl in The Ring. At the time, I was a kid and I thought, She’s no fun; she doesn’t want to play with us.

Well, in addition to how strange she was acting, my memory of her is not of fluid movement; it’s not like she actually moved. She didn’t seem ghostly, like ethereal or something like that; I just remember that she was in the corner and she wouldn’t play with us, and then all of a sudden she was at the table. Kind of herky-jerky; it was almost like snapshots of her.

Well, the family…that’s what led me to believe that something strange was going on, because I remember after we did what we were going to do in the attic, we got bored with it or whatever, and came downstairs. I remember watching a movie with the family and even having dinner with them later that night, and the girl wasn’t there. She wasn’t there with the family at any point! If the girl was for real, she would have been there with the family. At that point it dawned on me: Oh God, we’ve been playing with a ghost! That’s the only conclusion I could come up with, really.

If he listens to the podcast: Why don’t you call up, Hubert? Maybe he could fill in some of the holes for us. I haven’t been in touch with him since. They moved away when he was little.

Lindsay
North Carolina

-THE END-

Reprinted, with permission of the publisher, from JIM HAROLD’S CAMPFIRE: TRUE GHOST STORIES © 2011 Jim Harold. Published by New Page Books a division of Career Press, Pompton Plains, NJ. 800-227-3371. All rights reserved.



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12 Responses to “Jim Harold’s Campfire: True Ghost Stories”


Megan:

Niccceee

Jenny:

DANG!!!! I love ghost stories….

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henry:

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naany:

hey i hate ghost storys

pj:

but iiiiiiittttttttttttttssssssss really anoyng for me then i sleep and my dream is ghosts are killing me grose

Bill:

The girl in the attic story was really creepy. Well worth reading, loved it.

Tina Crabtree:

Creepy

Tori:

they were okay but i have heard and experienced worse

Titan Man:

The dark ghost was mad and threw something at him. This ghost was hanging out in a warehouse in Washing state.

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