You never told your partner about your creepy-ass uncle that stalked you and terrorized your town for your entire life? Or who you saw weird reminders of after his death all the way in NYC? Each of your aunts and uncles never came up once? 

Yeah, I love a ghost story - but it seems that nobody checks for mundane explanations for their scary stuff anymore. It makes everyone seem very credulous. Blah, I’m not happy with this contest lately I guess.

I thought the Uncle Billy story was pretty humanizing actually, it was very evocative and well written I thought

several of them do :/

Just fuck off with this shit. You're not original. You're not funny. You're a fucking pain in the ass, now go away.

Also - if your toilet tank is leaking into the bowl, it’ll make flush sounds at random times when the water has finally all leaked out. Replace the flapper or maybe the entire valve. It’s not ghosts; just a bad seal.

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booo hisssss 

Wow. I generally tried to keep up with the discussion thread on a daily basis, so I’d read all of these except the creepy uncle one. It wasn’t as scary as it was riveting and sentimental in a spooky sort of way.

I posted this as a reply, but thought I’d share it in case anyone else wants to read it.

AAA! You should share your stories, I’d love to read them!

Both this and the other story have really intrigued me about going to Arizona. 

Arizona native here - I wonder where you were? Jerome or Bisbee? Tombstone? Old Tucson Studios? Regardless, I’ve been pulled by the desert. I have traveled and lived in different places and there’s nothing quite alluring like the desert. It’s terrifying as shit though. One time I was living on the North side of…

I read that as a “puppet” and really freaked out at first. A doggie is much less scary!

I love how willing people are to believe in dog ghosts, even people who do not believe in human ghosts. My dog certainly lingered with us for a few days after she died. I like to think that she’ll still bark for us if anything gnarly is about to occur. 

We live on a short, dead-end street and we got to know many of our neighbours through our foster dogs that we had to walk from the far end of the street to the corner every time we’d take the dogs for walks.

This happened in November last year. The only positive I have been able to take away from it is that I finally have something for this story contest, because I definitely cannot afford to move!

So this is going to sound like nothing. At the time it FELT like nothing. It was only the next morning that I realized how fucked up it was. After the story last year about the yoga retreat (submitted by annclayborn) I figured I’d share.

Hi friends. In years past, I have always submitted (late, sorry!) my story about getting lost in middle school, getting lost in the woods and accidentally finding myself in a Haunt, where Jason leaned, smoking, against a tree and helped my poor, young teacher find her way out of the (fake) haunt and back to our camp.

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This isn’t really scary and I’m certain there’s an explanation but it threw me for a loop at the time. It certainly isn’t going to be in the running for a prize, I just felt like sharing it as a supernatural-adjacent story.