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A Spirit Plays Ding Dong Ditch and Other Real Ghost Stories
Published 3 months, 1 week ago
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Hey everyone, Michelle here!
You guys brought it this week. I mean, seriously, the voicemails have been incredible. I sat down to go through them, and I got actual goosebumps listening to some of these. So let's just jump right in because I cannot wait to share what you all called in with.
Sarah's Through-the-Door Guy
First up is Sarah from Luther, Alabama. So this happened about five or six years ago when she was living in Florida. She and her ex were heading to a friend's house, and right as they're pulling into the driveway, she saw this man standing at the front door. Back turned to them, long hair, shorts, t-shirt, she could even see his socks. Just a regular-looking guy, right? Wrong.
He walks straight through the door. Like, INTO the door and gone.
Sarah made her husband drive around the block because she needed a minute. And honestly? Same. She's like, "I've seen things my whole life, but I've never seen anything go through a wall or a door." So they finally go inside, and she's asking, "Is anybody else here? Is anybody else here?" trying to make sense of what she just saw.
Nobody was there.
She mentions it to the guy who owns the house, and he's like, "Oh yeah, my brother-in-law saw the exact same guy you just described walking through my house." THE EXACT SAME GUY.
Sarah, I love that you called in with this. And you said you hope to see something else soon? Call me when you do!
Also, Sarah gave a shoutout to Cindy, who calls in all the time, and Cindy, we're getting to your story in just a bit because yes, you did call this week!
Tessa and the Doll That Moved Itself
Tessa grew up as a military kid, always moving around, temporary houses, the whole thing. When she was five, they rented this huge Victorian house in East Texas. Three stories, creaky everything, the works.
The attic was full of the owner's stuff, old furniture, trunks, and this long glass case just FILLED with porcelain dolls. Like a hundred of them all lined up. And there's one doll Tessa just fell in love with, red hair, green eyes, this beautiful blue silk dress.
She begged her dad to let her have it. He said no. He even locked the attic door.
A month goes by, Tessa's kind of forgotten about the whole thing, and she comes home one day, and there's the red-haired doll sitting on her bed.
At first, she thinks it's a surprise! She plays with it constantly until her dad gets home. When he sees the doll, he FREAKS OUT. Takes it away, marches straight up to the attic to put it back... and the door is still locked. His key is still in his pocket.
Years later, Tessa learns the house's history. The man who built it had a daughter who died when she was eight years old.
Back in those days, families would actually make a doll that looked like the child who passed away, using their real hair and putting it in the same clothes the child wore when they died.
That doll was that little girl.
The Post Street Ghost
Alright, so we got a call about an old estate jewelry place on Post Street, I think this was in San Francisco, back in 1993. Long offices, long hallways, and apparently, everyone who worked there knew about the ghost that would ring doorbells when people were alone.
Our caller - I didn't catch your name, sorry! - he's there by himself one day, and sure enough, the doorbell rings. Goes to check. Nobody there.
He glances down this long hallway and sees what he thinks is his coworker Brett. Tall guy, red flannel shirt.
A few seconds later, the phone rings. It's Brett. "Hey, how are you doing?"
Brett is not in the building. It was the ghost.
And the doorbells just kept ringing the whole time he worked there.
You said you have more stories, and honestly, I
You guys brought it this week. I mean, seriously, the voicemails have been incredible. I sat down to go through them, and I got actual goosebumps listening to some of these. So let's just jump right in because I cannot wait to share what you all called in with.
Sarah's Through-the-Door Guy
First up is Sarah from Luther, Alabama. So this happened about five or six years ago when she was living in Florida. She and her ex were heading to a friend's house, and right as they're pulling into the driveway, she saw this man standing at the front door. Back turned to them, long hair, shorts, t-shirt, she could even see his socks. Just a regular-looking guy, right? Wrong.
He walks straight through the door. Like, INTO the door and gone.
Sarah made her husband drive around the block because she needed a minute. And honestly? Same. She's like, "I've seen things my whole life, but I've never seen anything go through a wall or a door." So they finally go inside, and she's asking, "Is anybody else here? Is anybody else here?" trying to make sense of what she just saw.
Nobody was there.
She mentions it to the guy who owns the house, and he's like, "Oh yeah, my brother-in-law saw the exact same guy you just described walking through my house." THE EXACT SAME GUY.
Sarah, I love that you called in with this. And you said you hope to see something else soon? Call me when you do!
Also, Sarah gave a shoutout to Cindy, who calls in all the time, and Cindy, we're getting to your story in just a bit because yes, you did call this week!
Tessa and the Doll That Moved Itself
Tessa grew up as a military kid, always moving around, temporary houses, the whole thing. When she was five, they rented this huge Victorian house in East Texas. Three stories, creaky everything, the works.
The attic was full of the owner's stuff, old furniture, trunks, and this long glass case just FILLED with porcelain dolls. Like a hundred of them all lined up. And there's one doll Tessa just fell in love with, red hair, green eyes, this beautiful blue silk dress.
She begged her dad to let her have it. He said no. He even locked the attic door.
A month goes by, Tessa's kind of forgotten about the whole thing, and she comes home one day, and there's the red-haired doll sitting on her bed.
At first, she thinks it's a surprise! She plays with it constantly until her dad gets home. When he sees the doll, he FREAKS OUT. Takes it away, marches straight up to the attic to put it back... and the door is still locked. His key is still in his pocket.
Years later, Tessa learns the house's history. The man who built it had a daughter who died when she was eight years old.
Back in those days, families would actually make a doll that looked like the child who passed away, using their real hair and putting it in the same clothes the child wore when they died.
That doll was that little girl.
The Post Street Ghost
Alright, so we got a call about an old estate jewelry place on Post Street, I think this was in San Francisco, back in 1993. Long offices, long hallways, and apparently, everyone who worked there knew about the ghost that would ring doorbells when people were alone.
Our caller - I didn't catch your name, sorry! - he's there by himself one day, and sure enough, the doorbell rings. Goes to check. Nobody there.
He glances down this long hallway and sees what he thinks is his coworker Brett. Tall guy, red flannel shirt.
A few seconds later, the phone rings. It's Brett. "Hey, how are you doing?"
Brett is not in the building. It was the ghost.
And the doorbells just kept ringing the whole time he worked there.
You said you have more stories, and honestly, I