#real ghost stories
At the Hotel Retlaw, the historic haunted hotel in Fond du Lac, many of the guests never checked out.
Learn more about the history and hauntings of Hotel Retlaw right here.
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After a series of harrowing demonic experiences connected to a haunted bunk bed, the Tallmann family in Horicon, Wisconsin fled their home in the winter of 1988. Their story was later featured in the Halloween episode of Unsolved Mysteries that year.
Here are some rare photos from the investigation of the Tallmann house soon after, including the only known photos of the actual haunted bed.
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This was just re-posted on Facebook by one of my friends. Thanks to Saul for sharing the image!
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Hell House: The Doors
After moving into Hell House in 1968, they very quickly began to realize there was something not quite right with the house. Around Christmas time that year, they began to wake up every night with the house extremely cold. Without fail they would find the front door wide open. At first my grandfather (who I have called ‘Papa’ all my life) thought it was my mom sleep walking. After about a week of this, and being unable to catch the door opener in the act, my Papa decided he needed to do something. Being a fire captain and an ex-marine, he was a practical, get it done type who wanted to solve the mystery.
He decided that he would sleep in the entryway. The house was built with a divider that separated the entryway from the rest of the living room that was only wide enough for the door. He slept with his head facing the door and his feet sticking out into the living room. When laying this way, it would be impossible to open the door without bonking him in the head.
He woke up freezing in the morning. The door was open against his back. The wind blew on his head. Once he admitted that he had no clue what was happening, it stopped.
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My parents live in a haunted house
(Picture grabbed from Google street view.)
My mom moved in with her new husband in 2014, and I came along after living with s friend for a year or so. I affectionately call Hot House. My bedroom was a small room on the second floor with an angled roof, and it was constantly swelteringly hot in there, even in the winter. I moved out of Hot House twice, first in 2015 to live with my now husband and our mutual friend in our first ever apartment, and second in late 2016 after having to return home for a few months when we fell on hard times financially.
With a sordid past involving poisoned soil from a massive oil spill, arson on the property, theft, violence, and possibly even murder, Hot House is not a place I like to be. Negative energy clouds the place like a dark, warm blanket, and the ever present feeling of violence seeps into the heavy air. I tolerate it to visit my family a few times a year, but I much prefer they visit me.
I do not know the history of Hot House as well as I do Hell House, since it was not in our family until 2014. I have heard stories from my father-in-law though, since he had owned the house for many many years before we moved in. I know for a few years he allowed his brother to live there. His brother is a known hoarder and destroyed the home, a choice the home still has not recovered or been fully cleaned of. He took the house back in order to take care of us, his new family, and we have done our best to return the home to a comfortable place to live, but with rotting boards, crumbling foundations, and years of neglect piled in the dark corners, it just isn’t there.
Anyway, there is the intro for Hot House. This house is still owned by my mom and step-father.
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Hell House: Kids in the Tub
Demons are known to take the form of children to gain people’s trust. I believe this waa the case for the kids in our bathtub, seeing as no one ever died in the house and no one ever owned it before my family. But demons are drawn to negativity, and I had some of my darkest times alone in the shower at that house. Though I will say, the kids never harmed me.
The kids appeared to be a young boy and girl, about kindergarten age, in overalls. The girl wore pigtails. Both were starkly blond. They only ever showed up in the bathroom, and could usually be seen playing on the floor together through the sliding glass door. They were never there if you looked out the crack or opened the door. You could also hear them talking to each other, though I believe they were one entity because they moved at the same time and were never seen apart.
The only way I got them to stay silent was for me to sing. They tended to knock mp3 players off the sink, but if I sang, they sat silent and still, listening to me. I sang to them in every shower once I figured this out, and even tried to step up my game with new songs and better quality for them. But my favorite story of the kids was a day I was terribly sick. I silently started my shower and heard them say in unison “why aren’t you singing?” I explained that I was very sick and couldn’t sing.
I shit you not, those kids started singing to me! They repeated some of my favorite songs. I cried int the tub, overwhelmed by their kindness. When I got out my mom asked me if that had been the kids she heard singing (Everyone who showered there heard and saw the kids, they weren’t a secret or doubted by anyone) and said they sounded nice.
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Hell House: Radio Ghost
There were many individual spirits in Hell House that I got to know over time. At first it confused me why there were ghosts in a house that had never had any residents other than our family. No deaths. I have come to learn now that all the spirits of the house were inhuman in some manner. Some kind, some not so much. The first of these spirits that I met, I lovingly named Radio Ghost.
Radio Ghost was a poltergeist who enjoyed making his presence known by turning on radios or the TV very loudly. At first he haunted my mother, and later, me. The first time I was aware of him was a night in 2003. It was a school night in the spring. For my birthday my parents got me a nice stereo. Just as I fell asleep, it turned on full blast. Scared the shit out of me. Had to always keep any noise making electronic unplugged at night in that house.
Radio Ghost had a very specific vibration. He felt playful in a way. I noticed, when I felt sick or sad there would always be a butt print in the bed like someone was sitting there. I once asked him to stand up if he was Radio Ghost. The print lifted.
Radio Ghost ended up being my friend through the whole time I lived there. He assisted me in keeping my room a safe space from the other less kind spirits of the house. I allowed him to view the room as his in the spiritual plane while sharing physical space with me, in turn for him keeping the others out. In 2009 when we lost the house I had a tearful goodbye with Radio Ghost that ended with my phone randomly playing a song. I can’t remember what song it was, but it was a sappy love song about two lover’s parting. I cried super hard. Radio Ghost never stepped out of the house, I never felt his vibrations anywhere but inside, so I sadly feel he is a friend of the past. I would love the chance, however, to visit with him again.
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Hell House: Ticking Clocks
As I mentioned in Red Rom Part 3, I had chosen to take my grandma’s room when my parents decided to move into her house less than a week after she died. The first night we slept in her house, it was still filled to the brim with her food, her things, and her scent. Her room was really creepy, but was the only room that didn’t have any scary stories about it, so that was the room I took. That first night I slept surrounded by her wig heads with faces painted on them and boxes filled with reeking perfume bottles.
But the worst thing was the fact that she had at least ten ticking clocks in her room, on the wall, on shelves, on the floor, and in boxes. These clocks did not tick in unison, so the room was filed with a constant uneven clicking nightmare. The next morning I puled all her things out of the room and found all the clocks. I thought my grandma was mad to sleep with so many clocks, and it was so nice to sit in the room without the ticking… At first.
The second night I slept with my light on because as soon as the sun set and the room went dark, the ticking continued. One solid ticking clock still ticked. Loudly. When the light was on though, the room was silent. I showed my parents and their answer was to just leave the light on, or bring the clocks back in. I realized that grandma had all those clocks to hide the fact that the room ticked all on its own. After those two nights I always had ONE clock in there ticking to hide the fact that I had moved into a nightmare.
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