Ghost stories from WW2.

[finnjaeger]

I was looking through Bairs mannerheim-line site and found couple of ghost stories from WW2 where moder day russians have seen finnish ghost skiing in former battlefields and one guy camping/looting in battlefield heard finnish songs sang from destroyed bunker. That make me wonder what kind ghost stories there are going around from WW2. If you have / have heard a ghost story / sighting from WW2 please share it with the rest of us.

To moderators, if you think that this topic should be in other gategory, then feel free to move it. i couldn´t find such topic with search so i decided to put it here.

best regards, TK

[powerpoint1]

well here is one I can think of, there are places in Hong Kong where the Japanese committed atrocites. There was a school in Tuen Muen where the ground was before a massacre site. Students were afraid of using the toilets as it was not common to see the reflection of the mirror to be bloody faces of males and females. At night near the soccor fields, students playing late games could here screams and cries, sometimes a re-enaction of the horrible scenes would play out again. From across the field students said they saw japanese soldiers beheading people, or on other nights some japanese soldiers marching. On Hong Kong island, the docks were heavily bombed by the Japanese prior to the invasion. Hung Hom docks was one of them and after the war it was a pretty haunted area, people would hear the usual screams and cries. As it remained a dock after the war, whole containers would moved by themselves. Wharf security would sometimes witness beheadings or people dressed in white with no faces begging for help. Today the area is quite develop and strange occurence aren't heard of anymore.

There's some singaporeans ones I have heard, about lost conscripts during night time training being help guided out of the forest by friendly 'englishmens that look out of place.' However the island is a military island Pulau Tekong is off limits to civilians.

I got some more, but want to see other peoples post some too. Just to keep things going

Cheers!

[Tom Houlihan]

Some years ago, my USMC battalion landed on Iwo Jima for wargames and a tour. During the night, two of my buddies (who were attached to a rifle platoon, from weapons platoon) heard someone following their patrol. They dropped back to ID their pursuers. The next morning, when I met up with them again, they were both still quite shaken. They told us that they were being followed by a Japanese squad.

I don't know if I fully believe them, or not, but I had known them for a while, and neither was given to flights of fancy.

[David W]

I have heard that "Death" was seen stalking the hill of Monte Cassino. But I have no details of eye-witness reports. Perhaps someone else can help with those?

[Kal_El]

I have heard that "Death" was seen stalking the hill of Monte Cassino. But I have no details of eye-witness reports. Perhaps someone else can help with those?

Isnt this part of Sven Hassels book Monte Casino?

[kstdk]

Hello

If so - then it really is a "Ghost story" !!!!!!

I have heard that "Death" was seen stalking the hill of Monte Cassino. But I have no details of eye-witness reports. Perhaps someone else can help with those?

Isnt this part of Sven Hassels book Monte Casino?

Regards
Kurt
kstdk

[David W]

If it is, then it's not what I am talking about, because I have never read any fiction concerning WWII, much less Monte Cassino.

[Panzer94]

I once remember reading that Hitler's bunker(after the war)was haunted,but I haven't found any info or link for this.

[powerpoint1]

Well here some more to add. Nanjing, the place where the Japanese commited countless rapes and murders after they captured the city. Well nowadays the city is flourishing but there are still echoes of the past being played out in this old city. The usual hauntings always take places. In hotels there are knockings on the door, your usual people in white dashing by suddenly, screams and cries and appariation of the dead wandering the streets. But there's one story that I heard but cannot say its true of not. Apparently there was a Japanese soldier who was present a Nanjing and participated in the massacre, he chased a man and tied him up, afterwards he took the man's pregnant wife and stabbed her in the stomach killing the mother and the child. He then proceeded to pour acid on the poor man's face. As the man lay dying in pain he sweared revenge. After the war was over and most surviving soldiers returned to Japan. The Japanese soldier lead a normal life, life seemed to return to normal until his wife became pregnant. One night he heard her scream from the another room, rushing to see what was happening, he finds his wife dead with a knife sticking through her stomach from the inside.

[finnjaeger]

Thanks guys for thes stories, hopefully we have more of them.

best regards, TK

[oddessa]

was this tv show a while go on spirits and there was once place in norway where the germans had a barracks and it was bombing by the RAAF one and if ws flattened to rubble .but today people can hear soldeirs doing drill and tanks moving and so on.

[Rosselsprung]

In several buildings used by the Japanese as interrogation centers in the Philippines, there are endless ghost stories. Many of them were in the buildings used by the University of the Philippines, which scared quite a few students afterward.

[Dirk de Klein]

This is a story which is on reddit, I don't know if it is true or if it was just a story by a grand father. If it is true it probably is one of the most amazing stories of WWII.
I would love to know the name of the village, does anyone know?

The following is a story my grandpa used to tell me before he passed away, I thought r/nosleep might be able to appreciate it. This story is really long, so if you don’t want to read the full story, I’d suggest skipping the first two paragraphs (disclaimer: I’m not a WWII buff and I’m just telling this story the way I remember hearing it, some dates/locations may be slightly off):
My grandpa was a British infantryman in the Second World War. He was only about 19 years old when he enlisted to serve his country, and while he thought that joining the military would give him opportunities to see exotic locations around the world, he was never deployed to Tunisia, or Italy or the Pacific, instead he ended up practically in his own backyard—Switzerland.
This is just some historical information, but it’s important to understand before reading the rest of this story: Switzerland did its best to maintain “neutral status” throughout the war. But regardless of its attempts to maintain neutrality, Switzerland was still highly sought after by both the allied and the axis powers. Once the Nazis began committing acts of aggression against Switzerland, England provided reinforcements to the Swiss military. Yet, in an effort to prevent open war within its borders, the Swiss government instructed its military (and subsequently, the British reinforcements) to perform a series of tactical retreats into the Alps. That’s how my grandpa found himself stationed in a remote village in the Swiss Alps.
At this time, it was early in the winter of 1943, and my grandpa’s company was stationed in a secluded village of about 500 people. Part of the advantage that they had with this location was that it was really hard to get to and therefore had little chance of being spontaneously invaded by Nazi Germany, but this was also a disadvantage because it made communication with the rest of the Swiss military very difficult. The issue with communication was further compounded when sometime in early December, a series of blizzards swept through the region and completely destroyed the few lines of communication that they had in the first place.
So, essentially trapped in this isolated Swiss village without being able to make contact with the rest of the army, my grandpa’s Captain decided it would be best to uphold the standing orders and continue defending the village.
Weeks passed. Any roads to the outside world were buried in 7-9 feet of dense snowfall, and any telegraph/phone lines that they had were equally useless. It grew deeper into winter, the leaves were stripped from the trees and the bare trunks protruded from the mountainside like broken ribs. The town was nestled between two large mountains, sunlight only directly reached the town for a few hours each day, making the soldiers feel as if they were living in a state of perpetual dusk.
One night my grandpa was at the town bar with a few of his friends from the company, and a group of locals approached them, one of them in particular was visibly upset. All of the Swiss people in the town grew up speaking German, and none of them were used to having Brits around, so one of them began shouting in broken English:
“Where… take you… the children?”
Luckily, one of the guys my grandpa was drinking with spoke fluent German, and was able to act as an impromptu translator. After several minutes of confusion and yelling, the “translator” turned to my grandpa and the rest of the soldiers and said:
“They say some of the village children have gone missing. They want us to do something about it.”
Now obviously, the British military doesn’t exactly act as a bunch of “mercenaries for hire,” so my grandpa and his friends told the villagers to come back to the “Headquarters” (really just a makeshift barracks that they had thrown together in the town’s church) to talk to the Captain.
Due to the language barrier, the villagers’ discussion with the captain took about two hours. And basically what the Captain and his self-designated translator were able to piece together was that:
A few weeks after the company entered the village, the locals had noticed a variety of bizarre incidents. At first it was just benign stuff like “vanishing” pieces of wood and tarp from peoples’ sheds, but over the following two months, people realized that valuable items were being stolen from their homes—one man claimed that his family heirloom, a hand-made ceremonial halberd (sort of like a traditional Swiss war axe) had disappeared from above his fireplace mantle. The culmination of all of these incidents was when a village child went missing.
Of course many assumed that the child’s disappearance, although tragic and disconcerting, could be attributed to something as simple as the boy falling into a snowdrift while playing outside or possibly being attacked and killed by a wolf or other predatory animal.
But there wasn’t only one child that disappeared. There were several.
The villager who entered the bar who looked especially upset? That was the father of two young boys who had gone missing two days before. He had searched everywhere for them, even rounded up a posse of his fellow townspeople to join the effort, but they couldn’t find a single clue as to what had happened to the children.
The Captain told the villagers that he would continue to look into the matter, and that he would begin sending some of his men to patrol the streets each night looking for whoever (or whatever) was the culprit behind all the strange thefts and abductions.
Later that night, Private Reginald disappeared from the barracks.
Disappearing children was one thing, but a grown man? It seemed unlikely that an animal (even a wolf) could have taken down a healthy full-grown man on its own. Naturally, rumors began to surface that there was some sort of monster living in the mountains that came down at night to feast on the occupants of the village.
Despite the nightly patrols ordered by the Captain, the disappearances kept occurring. Reginald was the only adult victim of whatever was preying on the village, the rest of the victims were all young kids between the ages of five and ten.
All in all, including the original three kids who had gone missing, seven children vanished from the town.
Many people in my grandpa's company were growing suspicious. One explanation that got passed around was that impoverished villagers were actually selling their own children to human traffickers for extra cash. But even that didn’t make sense because the roads into and out of the town were still blocked by snow.
Three more weeks passed without incident, at this point it was early spring and the snow was starting to thaw. That night, coincidentally when my grandpa was on patrol with several other soldiers, they discovered what was behind the children’s and Reginald’s disappearances…
It was sometime past midnight when my grandpa and his comrades noticed a figure peering through the bedroom window of one of the villagers’ houses. My grandpa was at the opposite end of the street, so at first the figure looking through the window didn’t see the patrol. My grandpa and the other soldiers yelled at the prowler, and it immediately tore itself away from the window and began running away. Everyone in the patrol was certain that this was what was behind the disappearances and break-ins. They ran as fast as they could in pursuit, through the melting snow and ice in the dead of night screaming at whatever it was to stop. They kept running and running, and soon they found themselves on the outskirts of the village, where the snow was still fairly deep. The figure “jumped into the ground,” it looked like it had vanished into thin air at first, but as the patrol grew closer, they realized that the prowler had actually just jumped into a “cave” that had been hollowed out in the side of a snowdrift.
Just as the soldiers began yelling into the cave for the figure to come out and show itself, several gun shots exploded out of the entrance to the snow cave. Without thinking, my grandpa and the rest of the patrol shouldered their weapons and all began firing into the hole.
Silence.
They waited for what seemed like hours, but was really just a couple of minutes. One incredibly brave member of the patrol volunteered to climb into the cave and investigate, he drew his pistol, kneeled down and crawled into the cave. Several seconds later, he emerged with a completely horrified expression on his face.
My grandpa took out his flashlight and shined it into the cave, when he saw the gruesome explanation behind the strange occurrences in the town.
The “figure” that they had been chasing was Reginald, the private who had “gone missing” weeks before. They had shot Reginald right through the heart.
The cave was not only occupied by Reginald, but also the bodies of seven partially eaten children.
Either due to the stress of being snowed in all winter, living in near constant darkness or some sort of terrible mental issue, Reginald had gone completely insane and had begun breaking into the villagers’ houses, and snatching their children from their homes in the middle of the night. He had used the halberd that had been reported missing to dismember the bodies after he slit the children’s throats and hid them in the cave he carved into the snowdrift.
TL;DR: My grandpa was stationed in the Swiss Alps during WWII, got snowed in in a remote village. Kids began disappearing from the village. Turns out one of the soldiers that had “gone missing“ from his company actually was abducting the children and cannibalizing them in a hidden snow cave that he had constructed on the outskirts of the town.

[Walt]

I think I got some. I currently live in a former Japanese-occupied country, so as expected, there are a few of those wartime ghost stories.

In the capital of my province, there is this elevated woodland that is only a 30-35 minutes drive from downtown. It is quite secluded even now and it has a good view of the city bellow. Thus it was chosen by the Japanese and the former colonial force as an ideal place to dig bunker-tunnels. Then both ceased to be used and the hauntings rumor began. Many, many stories were told of different entities and sightings.

Another site which has a simmilar background story is the coastal bunker-tunnels near another major city. Well, not exactly "near", but...

Many soldiers, after learning of their country's impending defeat and the Allies moving even closer, took their own lives... or something. This, as the rumors go, resulted in many headless or mortally wounded ghosts. Some people said you sometimes can hear organized footsteps marching across the sparse vegetation, or even see the actual headless columns doing so.

To be noted is that both sites were said to host particularly nasty entities. Not demons, just a bunch of very angry dead soldiers.

[VanillaNuns]

I thought this was supposed to be a serious research forum? Not for sharing unsolved ghost stories, myths and paranormal activity from beyond the grave.

Most of these above stories are absurd and ridiculous. That's my opinion anyway. :roll: