True Ghost Stories: Jim Harold's Campfire 6

By Jim Harold

65 MORE TRUE PARANORMAL STORIES TO CHILL YOU TO THE BONE

• A terrifying source tells two young women that the Devil is real.
• A mysterious 911 caller seems to dial from beyond this world
• Winning Lotto numbers are revealed by a deceased loved one
• A vengeful woman puts the Evil Eye on an unsuspecting family
• A loving grandfather returns for a last dance
• PLUS many more TRUE, Spooky Stories from the popular Jim Harold's Campfire podcast

Books in the Campfire series have reached #1 Best Seller status on the eBook Supernatural rankings on the world's biggest online bookstore multiple times.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jim Harold's free podcasts, The Paranormal Podcast and Jim Harold's Campfire, are among the most popular of their type. Founded in 2005, The Paranormal Podcast is the longest running paranormal podcast on the internet. Jim's podcasts have been downloaded over 65 million times.

True Ghost Stories: Jim Harold's Campfire 6 is Jim's sixth book. The Campfire book series can be read in any order. Each volume is an independent compilation of some of Jim's best stories!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jim Harold Media LLC
• Release date: May 7, 2024
• ISBN: 9781945676079

Jim Harold

Jim Harold is the host of “Campfires” and “The Paranormal Podcast.”

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TRUE GHOST STORIES:

JIM HAROLD’S CAMPFIRE 6

1

THE DEVIL IS REAL

I have used Ouija boards since I was a child. Many people frown on that, but it's always interested me. I started with my friend Molly years ago. We would play it every single night over the summer. Whether at my house or hers, we would always be on this thing.

The same spirit, Gail, would come through each time. Every night, we'd ask for somebody different, but it would always be Gail. At the time, it seemed innocent. Nothing was weird aside from the fact that we were talking to the dead.

We had heard that you were not supposed to leave the Ouija board on the floor because it was considered disrespectful to the spirits. So, during this particular session, we had the board propped up on a broken, unplugged guitar amp, and we were talking with Gail. Not much was happening, but then the planchette stopped moving, and the room got very still and spooky.

The unplugged amp clicked on and started making sounds like an old radio tuner does when someone tries to dial in a station. We were taken aback by the noise coming out of this broken amp. Then, it got worse. Suddenly, we heard this deep, southern voice of a man who sounded like a preacher, and he said, THE DEVIL IS REAL!

Then the amp audibly clicked off.

I never ran so quickly in my entire life. We couldn't recall much about what happened next. Molly and I were almost killing each other to get out of that room.

Some might question my judgment, but I went right back to the Ouija board, and nothing like that has happened since. I don't know what was coming through that night, but it was terrifying.

–Mariah, Pennsylvania

2

THE FINAL VISITOR

I never really believed in the paranormal until we moved to New York. We lived in this old farmhouse, and many strange things happened. While watching TV with my older brother in the living room one night, we saw a full-body apparition walk from the dining room into the kitchen.

A few years later, I became a Certified Nursing Assistant. I was working at a nursing home in upstate New York. At first, I didn't find anything unusual. After about a year, I noticed that residents would often see a little girl in the room with them whenever they were about to pass. We'd be there on the night shift, and they'd hit the call button. When we'd answer it, they'd say, Someone come get this little girl out of my room. Unfortunately, after seeing the little girl, the person would pass in two or three days.

During my duties, I went from one building to another. I'd be in the standard unit, and then they'd have a violent male patient in the lockdown unit, and they'd call me. I'm six foot three and 260 pounds. Usually, the patient would settle down when I walked into the room.

One night, it was about two o'clock in the morning, and I was called because a patient had beaten up a female CNA. I had to sit with the resident until everything was resolved. On my way there, I noticed a little girl, clear as day. I was trying to figure out why she would be in the unit. So, I followed her a little bit. She went down a stairway that I knew led to nowhere. I opened the door, and she was gone.

I don't know if it was the same girl as the dying residents saw. I couldn't make out her features. I just saw her silhouette. I went and sat down for a while with this man. On my way back to my floor, I saw the girl again. It was on my floor this time, and she entered one of my residents' rooms. So, I followed her into the room and the patient who'd been there had passed.

I guess you'd say this little girl might have been an Angel of Death because I noticed that every time someone would die, no matter what floor, or if there was someone close to death, there was a report of a little girl in their room.

Maybe she was shepherding these people over to the other side because whenever she was around, if the patient was stressed, they immediately calmed down and started relaxing. She seemed to help them find peace.

–Jebediah, Mississippi

3

TWO SISTERS ARE BETTER THAN ONE

A little background here will help. My sister lived with me here in Central Ohio from 2006 - 2008. During that time, she had some business-oriented things going on here, so she lived with me. She was transferred back to her Chicago office in June 2008. The timing is significant.

On July 13th, 2008, I woke up to a beautiful summer day, and the date stuck out in my mind because it was my brother's birthday. He is about four years older than me and lives in Texas, so I don't get to see him that often. Between our busy careers and the distance, it doesn't lend itself to visiting much, but we're still close and try to stay in touch.

My brother was going through a difficult time. He was part of a large layoff by a company he'd been with for quite a while. Like many people back in those years, he struggled to find employment. It was really difficult for him. My parents told me, Gosh, he's really getting down on himself and depressed. He's trying to find a job, and he can't find a job, and things are getting rough for him.

That morning, I made a mental note, I've got to give him a call. I want to wish him a happy birthday and put forward some words of encouragement. I thought, I don't know if I have his phone number. He moved recently; I don't know if I've got his address. I don't know if I've got his email to send him a nice birthday e-card, but I'll call Mom and Dad. They'll be able to give it to me. I put it out of my mind and went on with my day.

Around noon, I decided to take my dog for a walk. We had rounded the block and started back to my house when I saw my neighbor from across the street, Karen. She is a lovely lady, but she tends to know everyone's business in the neighborhood. If you pass her, you understand that you'll be stopped to talk to her for a few minutes.

We exchanged some pleasantries, talking about the weather and so forth. Karen said, I see your sister's back in town. I said, No… She jumped in, I just saw her a few minutes ago. She drives a little blue Subaru. I said, Yeah, she does, but she's in Chicago. She's not going to be coming back for a few months to get the rest of her stuff. She said, Oh. Gosh, I could swear that I just saw her. I said, Okay. No, that's not her.

We talked for a few more minutes, and I brought the dog back inside. I started house cleaning.

I was unsure how long it was, but I went to my bedroom. I put one foot across the threshold and froze in my tracks. I'm a neat freak, so I make my bed nicely every day. Typically, the bedspread has no wrinkles. I do the whole hospital corners thing.

I was surprised when I saw one of my sister's business stationery notes smack dab in the center of my bedspread. It has my brother's first and last name, his new address in Texas, his phone number, and his email address. It is in my sister's distinctive handwriting. My heart was racing at this point. I was looking around, and I thought, This is odd. This is really odd.

My sister is two years younger than me, and we are very close. We grew up and did everything together. I picked up the note, and my hand was actually trembling. My cell phone was on my dresser. I went over, picked it up, and called my sister.

On the first or second ring, she answered. Before she could say, Hey, how are you? I said, Are you in town? She stated, No… why? I said, So you are not in town? Seriously, don't joke around with me. Are you in town? She replied, No! I'm in Chicago. What are you talking about? What's wrong?

I told her that I'd just found a note on her business stationery with our brother's name and address on it. She said, Okay, what are you calling me for? I said, No, you don't understand. I told her the story about Karen, whom she knew from here. She asked, Are you kidding me? I told her absolutely not.

She was surprised, too, because her things were in the storage area of my basement. She couldn't take it all when she moved back to Chicago a month earlier. I live in a three-story house, so I have a basement, a main floor, and a top floor. That note couldn't have walked up three flights of stairs and planted itself on my bed. We were both in disbelief, and she said, You're scaring me. You're freaking me out. I stressed that I was not making it up, kidding, or trying to be funny.

I was in my house alone with my dog and two cats, and the dog was walking with me. I don't think cats could've gone downstairs, gone through the storage area, and brought a note up. It was just so eerie.

It was my sister's handwriting and stationery. She had very clear business stationery with her full name, business title, etc. People try to explain it away by asking, Was the note crumpled? Could it have been there? They don't understand. The note wasn't just there; it was in the center of my bed so I would see it.

My sister and I think that maybe it was my grandmother, who we were both very close to, sending a sign or somebody else from beyond saying, Call your brother. He needs some words of encouragement.

I called my brother, and he was thrilled to hear from me. I wished him a happy birthday. But it was all so odd. The only theory that I could speculate on was that my brother was at a point where he was very down on himself and depressed. I almost feel like some divine intervention happened to make sure I called, or maybe it was a doppelganger of my sister.

Initially, when I thought of calling my brother, I said to myself, I don't have his address. I'll just call my mom and dad later. I was wishy-washy about it. I wasn't thinking, I'm going to do this. Something from beyond said, No, your brother needs to hear your call. He needs to hear 'happy birthday' and words of encouragement.

I cannot explain it, but I am glad I made that call.

–Anna, Ohio

4

THE CREEPY CRAWLY THING

In 2004, I worked at a paper mill in Pomona, California. One Thursday night, I was assigned to the basement, driving a forklift. A basement sounds spooky, but it’s on ground level and usually not bad. At this mill, we recycled newsprint; sometimes, there were staples and other things in the paper that would have to be removed while preparing it for recycling. All these items are taken out and then fall into a large container in the basement.

My job was to take the container, drain out any water by rotating it, then drive it outside and put it in the trash. To my left was a long, dark hallway. To my right was an electrical room and some water clarifiers. In between was a long, dark hallway about forty to fifty feet long.

I picked up the container and started rotating it. I was looking at the edge of the container because I didn’t want any solid material to fly out, just the water. As I was looking to the side, I saw something off in the distance about thirty feet, and it looked like a person. It was crawling on the floor!

Within seconds, it went from thirty feet away to three feet in front of me. It moved very fast. I watched it as it came up to me, and then it just disappeared. I looked around, and there was nothing to be seen. I thought, Maybe it was somebody, and they crawled underneath, but the forklift was too low for anybody to fit under it.

I didn’t even bother to empty that container. I just put the thing back down and left, pronto. There were two hours left on my shift. When I think of it now, I laugh, but it scared the life out of me.

I got into my chemical hazard shack, closed it, and waited out the two hours. Thinking about it, I remember that the crawler looked like a man. He wore a short-sleeved blue shirt, which looked like part of a work uniform. He was Caucasian with blondish hair.

The strange thing was that I couldn’t remember his face. I don’t know if it was just blurry or if he had skin pulled over his face. He didn’t crawl like an average person; he seemed almost lizard-like and knew how to crawl exceptionally well.

A few days later, I worked with a guy on the crew who ranked above me and was a clarifier operator. He was instructing me how to do his job.

So, I was in his shack, and my co-worker was training me. Out of the blue, he said, Hey Ed, I forgot to tell you. I saw something strange last Thursday. We were both working that night. My shift ended at 11 pm, but he worked late until 3 am. He said that around midnight, something strange happened. He was going to check on some clarifiers, and while walking, he saw somebody crawling right in front of him!

The guys at the mill liked to play practical jokes to scare each other, so he thought somebody was messing around. The guy he saw crawling went behind a big water tank, so he ran to the other side to scare or catch him. He thought it was a joke, but nobody