I’ve definitely been in a sketchy, rural area where I breezed past a hitchhiker (my policy for hitchhikers is “never, ever, ever”) and had him pull out a whole-ass sword and wave it around in my rearview mirror. The area in question is a known pot-farming locale, back when pot was illegal here. Super cool!

Better to pretend they don’t exist if the intruder isn’t aware of them yet.

Full disclosure / Trigger Warning: This post could be triggering for people who have experienced abuse.

I had an odd experience the year after our Golden Retriever Lucy died.

I say ‘our’ because we originally got Lucy as a puppy for our kids, but she was really ‘my’ dog - I named her, and when I would get home from work I would call out, “Lucy I’m home!” in my best Ricky Ricardo voice, and she would come running to greet…

My best good boy ever died last summer and I was pretty heartbroken, although he was nearly 16 and a larger dog, so it wasn’t unexpected. Even still, he’d been my bestie for all those years and I got him right when I started college, so he’d been through some shit with me and I missed him. I distinctly remember having…

I wish I had a ghost story because I love them (although I’m too much of a scaredy cat to seek anything like that out). But this is the most terrifying thing that ever happened to me.

Aww! That’s a lovely story! I have a dog story too. When I was a kid, we had a spaniel. He was called sparky, and he was very protective of me, I guess because I am disabled and and only child. It was just him and me for most of my childhood. He died when I was 20, he had cancer so had to be pts. I was heartbroken...…

Our pet dog passed away unexpectedly late last year. We grieved and were despondent for months. It literally felt like there was a gray pall over us.

Years ago, when I was a young adult, I lived in a rural area outside of a small town. To get to my house, I had to drive through a section of a wooded area. Not quite big enough to be a forest, and if you walked enough in one direction or another, you’d hit cattle pastures and farmland.

Caution: This story is liable to be triggering for some people.

Did this occur during the time the serial killer Israel Keyes was active? Burying a “murder bucket” in a random location and coming back to it years later were part of his MO. He died in prison, but the FBI is still investigating his activities to identify victims. 

My stepmum is pretty sensitive to the other side, she’ll get a look on her face in the middle of a conversation and eerily look past you, and you’ll know that she is seeing a ghostie. She’s never scared and will often just tell them to move along. This spookiness was seemingly inherited by my oldest niece, who is now…

I bet it was Israel Keyes> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel_Keyes

I must confess up front this is not particularly scary - but it is definitely ghostly. It just involves my father - the sweetest man ever - so how scary is that?! Lol. I grew up in the country on a farm with horses. Since we were so remote, and the driveway to my childhood home so long, my parents had installed a…

What’s In the Bucket?

I’ve grown up with ghosts and spirits being real, and a good grounding in how to handle them, and I’m afraid there’s only two times I’ve really been scared in that context – one a very weird encounter with a partial thing when I was a kid that’s not lending itself to a telling, the other a location near my family’s…

This happened to me a few years ago, and I still get chills every time I think about it.

This happened on Halloween night 6 years ago. I had been out partying with my friends for hours, so needless to say I was very drunk, and very tired of being in my makeup and heels. I was a student back then, and had no money to take a cab, so I left the bar and ran to catch the last subway (just before 2am). There…

When I worked in NY in the 80s Lord and Taylor was my favorite place to browse on the way home. It had a more refined atmosphere than the zoo that is Macy’s Herald Square store, and it felt less intimidating than Saks or Bloomingdales. I bought a Coach handbag there (a real one and not the junk they sell today) in the…

I’m glad I’m not the only one who was suspicious of this.