Korkipantz
Korkipantz
Korkipantz

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.

My mom had a pretty aggressive disease, however, she looked like she was making a recovery and for the most part seemed healthier than she did since diagnosed. Within 24 hours she went from alert and feeling good to in a coma and ultimately passing away. It was absrupt and shocking. Still doesn’t feel real.

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

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

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:

From 2014 up until the pandemic, I worked at a small hotel in New Orleans. There are two wings to the hotel.

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

I hadn’t realized it, but I’d been eagerly awaiting these stories for a whole year! This is my first time submitting; this is the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me.

Right?! Thank you!! 😂

He refused to talk about it afterwards, he was too terrified!

Can we talk about how your boyfriend just ran and left you behind?

My folks bought a large farm house built in 1924 the summer before I started 3rd grade (1984ish). My mom, brother and I had been gone all summer at her folks on the east coast, and my dad and some friends moved us in while we were gone.

Wait did you and your boyfriend ever talk about it afterwards?

When my children were small, they used to tell me about the “gnome” or little man that would stick to the shadows of their bedroom. They would see it in the far corner at night, crouched, or moving at the end of the hallway into another room, but always in the peripheral. This is the only house they ever remember

I was maybe 10 or 11. My Dad was out of town at a conference and I was home with my Mom. She was preparing to go take a shower when suddenly we both heard this horrible hissing noise coming from the bathroom. To her credit, my Mom carefully went to investigate. When she came out, all the color had drained from her

A few years ago, I was laying in my bed one morning. I could tell my twins and my son were asleep because the hallway was dark so I knew no one had opened their bedroom door to come out. As I was laying down, I felt the bed depress from the foot of the bed and it continued towards the head of the bed. No big deal, I

I went to a boarding school when I was a teenager, at a very small, liberal prep school in the Berkshire mountains of Massachusetts. It was located on the ancestral estate of an old rich family, and most of the buildings and grounds we used were originally made in the 1800s. Some of the teachers had lived there for