Not sure how scary this is, but here goes - a psychic cat lady story:

After my divorce, I spent 4+ years looking for a home to buy for my son and I. I had a very hectic government job and my son had a rare genetic disorder that caused a myriad of health issues. I had hired a private caregiver for him who spent 12+ hours caring for him each weekday. Life was very busy.

Memories are strange things. The dictionary defines them as: the mental capacity or faculty of retaining and reviving facts, events, impressions, etc., or of recalling or recognizing previous experiences; A mental impression retained; a recollection: one’s earliest memories. The emphasis on “one’s earliest memories”…

This experience happened 30 years ago this summer, and it’s still something I can’t explain – but it absolutely saved my life.

About 25 years ago I worked for a couple of years in a very old office building located in the center of a large city in Texas. Built in 1907, the original part of the building was a former home for confederate women (widows of confederate soldiers). After all the widows died and the building sat empty for several…

In early 2022, my father-in-law passed away. And although he was a 20-year stroke survivor, it cost us all off-guard.

My freshman dorm was co-ed — boys and girls divided into parallel halls on each floor, split by a bank of elevators in the middle. On my floor, the elevators were rumored to be haunted by a student who struggled with depression and died in his room about 15 years earlier. The circumstances were unclear but part of the…

Years and years ago, my friend (A) and I were invited to stay in another friend’s (B) holiday home in the south of France. It was a beautiful old building in an ancient village on top of a hill, and B reckoned there’d been a dwelling on the spot for around 1,000 years. I’m not sure how old the house was, but the…

This is my first time posting because until recently I’ve never had anything that spooky happen, but this event floats back to my brain every so often and I still have no idea what the fuck this was about.

I am sharing this again this year because yesterday my kid happened to ask me if anything truly spooky had happened to me, and, well, yes:

After University I hadn’t yet found a job and needed an apartment that wasn’t going to destroy my savings. I live in Toronto and ended up finding a basement apartment rental in a beautiful old Victorian home in the Parkdale neighbourhood, which has a lot of historic homes but is known for not being the nicest area.

When I was about to start 5th grade, my mom took me and my older brother on a road trip to see the waterfall trails in Elmira, NY. A hotel would’ve been too pricey so we stayed the night in my step-grandmother’s place, which was a big, empty old farmhouse. I barely knew my step-grandmother and had never been to her…

My ex husband owned a house when I met him. It had been abandoned when he bought it, left unlocked even, although a squatter lived in a bungalow in the backyard not the main house.

My great aunt was the coolest, chicest and beautiful woman I knew. She loved the color hot pink. She wore hot pink lipstick and blush. The carpet of her cottage was even the color.

First of all- Squeeeeeeeeee! My favorite article/comments section of the year! Now, on to the story...

When I was about 12, my two cousins moved from Los Angeles to New York City. My aunt decided to make it a fun, family road trip, and she drove them to my house in the Midwest, and I got to join them for the rest of the journey. We were all pre-teens at the time (I was the middle in age between them), so the drive was…

This happened to a friend and I on a camping trip to a really remote national park in the South. The first night we lost our tent in an intense sand storm that blew in from the south and ended up having to sleep in the Jeep. We were inside the Jeep just killing time while the storm is going on hoping it would be over…

Years ago, in late fall, we moved our young family from a house in the city to my grandmother’s old home, which was rural and secluded. My grandparents had passed on, and so had my mother, but she grew up in that house. It’s a two-story farmhouse with hidden rooms, and it’s more than 150 years old. When we moved…

Suspenseful, but this reads like fiction.

When I was in fourth grade, my mom and I moved a few hours away to live with my grandma. I was an only child and painfully shy; all my friends had been my friends since forever, and I had no idea how to talk to these new kids at school.