I had to ask my mother the other day to stop commenting on my (5 y.o.) daughter’s weight, even though the comments are meant to be good or encouraging. Thanks, she doesn’t need to know you’re constantly judging her weight or figure, even when the appraisal is positive. 

geez, and I thought MY first apartment maintenance guy was being rude by knocking once and barging in! He even dismissed coming by in the morning when I repeatedly told him I worked second shift and didn’t usually get up until 10 or so.

When I was 9, my family moved to a small, ranch style house in a very rural suburb on Lake Erie. The last house we lived in was over 100 years old, and my family has personal ghost stories about little things they’d seen and heard while they lived here, but for my little sister and I, this new house would be the home…

People always share really heartwarming ghost stories in this contest. This isn’t that exactly, but I hope it’s the prelude to someone else’s heartwarming ghost story.

“Ghosts in the Walls”

About 11 years ago, myself, my husband and our one-year-old daughter moved into a house on a quiet cul-de-sac in a great neighbourhood. The house had been built in the 70’s and had not been updated, so inside it wasn’t overly attractive, but it was spacious with a nice little yard and it was affordable. Weird things…

Not supernatural, but scary (and true) as fuck. This has been on my mind after the stories of that young woman killed by someone who worked at her apartment complex.

I’ll preface this by saying I’m a skeptic-as much as I’d like supernatural things to exist, I find it hard to believe. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for what I encountered, but that doesn’t stop it from being the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

He had decades of sobriety when he died, but the damage that he did to his liver prior to 1990 is what really killed him. I guess the cause of death was “cirrhosis,” which is ironic since he was clean and sober when he died.

Back in 2011 I spent 6 months studying abroad in Cape Town, SA. It was largely a great experience, but at least at that time the amount of violence against women was incredibly high. We were constantly warned by program admins to be on guard when we traveled around, but of course being 20 years old I didn’t take their…

2nd story. My maternal gran had a three storey house, which is let out as apartments. This is in the 1950s, Wales. She stopped when they had an incident where a young woman, about to go into the forces committed a crime. She had given birth to a child, probably stillborn, and his the body in a linen hamper. The body…

Okay, here goes. I’m 20 something, walking to my new job through the park. It’s really early in the morning, nobody around. I’m not easily scared, so it didn’t bother me. Anyway, one morning I see a guy in the park, he starts walking toward me then gives me a weird look and beers off at the last minute. I carry on, go…

I can! It’s a small village just outside cottage country, in an agrarian community. The kind of place with Thanksgiving hay rides, a dog sledding festival, and an opiate epidemic.

This happened 30 years ago. My dad and two friends were on a backpacking trip to a remote region of the Medicine Bow Wilderness. It was a quick, uneventful weekend trip, and the two friends actually left early Sunday morning to get home because they had to work the next day (it’s about a 2 hour hike in from the canyon…

Quite a few years ago, I was in a very bad relationship with a guy who we will call B. He was all around wrong for me, but I was young and of course I thought I could change him. We had already been dating for a while when I began to suspect he was into some....bad endeavors. Anyway, the final straw came when I found…

From ages four to fourteen, I lived in an old brick house in a college town in central Texas where almost everything was new construction. It was in a pretty ritzy part of town, and even there it stood out with its “circa 1925" bronze plaque next to the front door. My parents were professors at the local…

My mom moved to a different state when I was a teenager and I’d come visit for a few days every summer and stay in the same room. I never got a good night’s sleep and would always end up with horrible allergy symptoms.

Back in the early aughts, during the half-year or so when I lived alone in an apartment, I had a small TV in my bedroom that every so often turned itself on.  Sometimes I’d wake up at night and it would be on, showing static, so that detail in this story definitely hit home.  Nicely done.

Totally off-topic, but am I the only one who’s checking every day to see if the annual ghost story thread is up yet?

Cool. Now put Bill Cosby back in jail.