Are child ghosts real? Some find it hard to believe, but countless eyewitnesses share chilling stories of young spirits who never moved on. In this volume, we explore true encounters with ghost children—lost, lingering, and sometimes seeking something unknown. These stories invite you to look deeper into what happens when a child passes… and stays behind.
These tales are not fictional. They come from people who experienced something they couldn’t explain—something that still haunts them today.
Watch. Reflect. Decide for yourself.
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Dreamer’s Sensing Spirits Ghost Story
This is a true story submitted to us, prior to Angels & Ghosts, back about 2002-2003. We believe Dreamer is having visitors who are either curious or in search of help.  Sometimes, children may be attracted to us and just want to hang around in spirit for comfort. Â
Spirits are all around us – we just may not comprehend their presence, and if we do, we might not understand their motive. The following is Dreamer’s story of beginning to sense the spirits around her…an awakening to what has been occuring behind the curtain, if you will…
In the last few years, I have begun sensing spirits around me, pretty much all the time. At home, in all rooms, even at work! I get the touches on my hands, the pressure on my head, the sounds, the smells (the flower smell especially), and the shadows and flashes in my peripheral vision.
A couple of times I woke up and felt someone holding my hand. Most of the time I just “feel” their presence. I am trying to understand why they are around me and what they want from me. What are they trying to tell me? I was in a very dangerous car accident many years ago…the medical staff at the hospital said I should have died.
They were all surprised I lived and said that in most cases of an accident such as mine, the people who come to them are in body bags. Â I walked away with only major bruising and stitches. They didn’t even make me stay overnight at the hospital. I was lucky. God was watching over me.
I saw a little girl ghost in my room at 2:00am in the morning. She stared at me curiously and then turned and walked into my mirror which I sensed and just “knew” was the “other side.” Â Months later, I heard the sound of little girls singing, “Ring-Around-The-Rosy,” at 10:30 at night…there were no little girls in our neighborhood at the time. Â
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Black Eyed Kid
Ghost story from Amy Fortney…
I have one of those children (black-eyed kids) attached to me. I’m not sure how long he’s been attached, (possibly at least 4 years now and maybe longer), but I finally realized he was with me around July 2010.
He’s 10 years old and his name is Michael. I can describe him perfectly, from his features to his clothes and everything in between. But the most disturbing thing about him is the eyes. They are black, and there is something about them that I find deeply unsettling. It’s hard to describe the feeling of looking into those eyes.
Up until July, I only ever saw him in dreams, so I shrugged it off even though I dreamt of him often. In July, though, I was riding with another investigator to a ghost investigation. I didn’t know this guy very well at the time, and he knew nothing of Michael or my dreams about him. I had only ever told one or two people up to that point.
When we got to the location (which was 1-1/2 hrs drive), he shut the car off, looked at me and asked, “So who’s the young boy that follows you around?” He then proceeded to describe Michael to a T. I knew at that point Michael was not just a dream but real. I then started to give more thought to this child as time passed. I can even remember a time when my arm was grabbed by what felt like a child’s hand, although nothing was there.
What’s interesting is that since July, I have had no more dreams of Michael. Now, instead, I hear him on my ghost box. Others have witnessed hearing him as well. He constantly says “Mommy” or “Where’s Mommy?” and it sounds like he’s crying or scared.
One day I was using the ghost box with two other people. We opened the session, introduced ourselves, and asked the box which one of us they would like to speak with. We all heard my name. So naturally I said, “I’m here. What would you like to tell me?” The voice replied, “Who’s the boy?” And within minutes Michael was asking, “Where’s Mommy” through the ghost box. Michael’s communication with me has escalated to the point that I hear him every time I turn the device on. People I tell think I’m crazy. So when I turn the box on for them, and they hear it, they’re in shock or think I’ve somehow rigged the ghost box to say specific messages.
I’ve never felt scared by Michael other than his eyes creeping me out. Instead, I feel completely heartbroken that there’s a kid who’s apparently lost his mother. I feel compelled to help him somehow. And I also feel that I am supposed to protect him, but from what? I don’t know. I have a strong desire to learn who this boy is, why he’s attached to me, and what I can do to help him. I have asked him but only ever hear him calling for mommy.