Our Ghoul Friend
When I was in college, I lived in a sorority house. Over the years, there was an ongoing joke throughout the sorority that the house had a ghost friend. One of our sisters would wake up in the mornings after drinking and tell us stories about how the ghost visited her during the night.
She said she asked the ghost her name, and the ghost responded with what sounded like either Helen or Ellen. Some nights, we would come home and find our sorority sister trashed and in the kitchen with her arm around the air talking to this Helen/Ellen ghost.
Every odd thing that happened around the house was attributed to this ghost. She was a common topic around the place. One day, a curious member of the sorority decided to go to the city’s historical museum and find out what she could about our house. We couldn’t believe what she found.
She came home with a package full of papers, pictures, and information about every previous resident that lived there. Lo and behold, we found out that one of the very first residents, who built the house themselves, was named ELLEN. There were wedding photos of her under an archway, in what was their extended living room, that was now MY bedroom.
We found out that Ellen had gone crazy, got sick, and died on the stairway IN THE HOUSE. Her casket sat in the exact spot they were married, which was THE EXACT SPOT WHERE I SLEPT EACH NIGHT. Story credit: Reddit / britta