“I just need to call a tow truck,” he said. “Unless you’d rather I walk to the gas station a mile away.”

Something like that happened to me in college, too. A friend and I were walking back from a party and a white van passed us real slow, with the sliding side door open and about 4 dudes in it. The college town, Isla Vista, has a street that goes in a U around the central park in the town. We got to the bottom of the U…

Ahhhh! So scary! It reminds me a bit of an incident I had myself. When I was younger I didn’t have a car and my high school, work, and university were a long way from my house so I was on the bus a LOT. I can’t tell you how many times people (usually guys) stopped and offered to give me a ride. I have always wondered…

Holy shit. This reminds me so much of something similar that happened to me. I lived on a long dead end road in northern Minnesota when I was in middle school. Very few houses as it was towards the end of the road. I was walking bored by myself one day, and like what happened to you, a car went past. Reached the dead…

It seems so obvious, doesn’t it? While I was writing this comment (which was the first time I’d ever put it in writing), I kept thinking, “What the hell was wrong with me??? Why didn’t I call the police?”

Thinking about this was definitely a vampire. Can’t come in unless invited, unbothered by weather, old trend of dress for a young looking person, ability to move so quickly as to appear to be at both doors at the same time.

Yes, they are. My mom went to confession some time ago when she found out my dad was stepping out on her and the priest straight up told her that she needed to focus on her duties as a wife and mother because my father was busy being a provider and a man. Wtf

Thank you! Yes I know, mean priest. Mum was very offended.

Omg...what an asshole priest!! Honestly, he’s the scariest part of the story. (Don’t  get me wrong - the rest of the story is VERY scary, but what a DICK.)

At my Mom’s house, there is this shed that her father built a long time ago. We never really used it growing up, and it’s gone to waste really. My Mom just keeps gardening stuff in there now, and the lawnmower.
My sister and I were staying there at Christmas, and one night I had this really weird dream about the shed.…

One day I’m walking up to my apartment and notice a cinder block is sitting underneath one of my bedroom windows. I’m puzzled, how long has that been there? There’s a dumpster for our building’s trash at the end of the drive, and I think, maybe it accidentally ended up over next to my window when someone was trying to…

Perhaps you saw it here: https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/boyfriend-corpses-medical-condition/

Security cameras are super inexpensive nowadays. You can buy them on Amazon, they connect via WiFi, you can monitor them from an app on your phone, they alert you when there’s sound or movement, you can make them do an alarm sound or a dog barking sound, etc. and they work at night, too (they have basic ‘night vision’…

Apologies in advance for the length. This story happened about 6 months ago, and I’ve gone back and forth on whether I should even post it. Last April, I decided to take advantage of one of the last cool evenings of the year and go for a walk while my husband waited for our food to arrive (we relied heavily…

I grew up in a small town on the Oregon coast, and it was the summer of my senior year of high school in the late 90s. My best friend and I were asked to house sit for some family friends of ours as they drove their son to college back east. They’d be gone for a whole month—jackpot! The family was one of the wealthier…

Up the misty mountain

This is a tale from the 90's, that long ago time when land lines ruled king of communications. It was during this hypercolor era that I was left alone one evening on my family’s 120 acre plot of land in the Great Piney woods of East Texas. The house that we lived in was a bit ramshackle with the original shack my…

Hi. I’ve been reading this scary story series for years but have never taken the time to tell my story:

“Station wagon Stalker”

I think I’ve told this one in the comments before, but I couldn’t find it. This isn’t really paranormal either, but it happened to me when I was a kid of 12 or 13.

I was walking back home from the park with my sister and my best friend one Saturday. The park we went to was a quarter to a half…

The scariest thing that ever happened to me was not supernatural which is odd because I grew up in a haunted house. But it was a house that was haunted by an old lady ghost who would do things for me like get me a glass of juice or if I sat up in my bed in the middle of the night and asked for it. Not like she’d bring…