But replace spider with ghost. 

OH I did NOT see that coming!! What a twist. That is so interesting! A total time slip in both time lines. Oh that is just so profoundly neat.

OOOOHHHHH all the feels!! Oh good puppy doggo!! 🐕❤

I grew up in a wooded area — my parents still live there. And something that happened this past December put a creepy spin on a thing that happened when I was a kid.

I’m so sorry you had to live through that and live with the memories of it. I started having really weird “psychiatric” symptoms and occasionally losing my ability to remember simple words about 5 years ago. No doctors could explain them, and they came and went at random. One rainy day at work I heard a dripping noise…

Thank you, I really appreciate it. Things are a lot better now. It’s nice to have my sister living with me in a big house with all our cats where we feel safe. It’s not always easy, but it’s certainly better.

Time slip stories are my favorite. For some reason, this story reminds me of Back to the Future when Marty dressed up as an alien to scare his dad into inviting his mom to the dance. Also an unexpected visitor from the future.
There was an epic time slip story on here a few years ago about a boyfriend who got dropped…

So the bad friends took your daughter’s hair, cool, cool cool cool, I didn’t need sleep tonight anyway. 

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…

Okay, yes, this is terrifying! 

Awe, I love the idea of your dear ol’ pup being your guardian angel. But, of course hate the thought of another poor woman being assaulted =(

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…

Aw, thank you!! I was worried about posting it because it doesn’t have much of a resolution or reveal at the end, but honestly I’m glad I we didn’t stick around that house long enough to get a truly spooky ending out of it.

And yeah, I’m glad too! It’s kind of been a process – when I say TERF, I don’t mean “garden…

Right??? And I genuinely did not realize how utterly wild a decision it was on her part until I was, like, sixteen. In the moment, it felt like a normal decision!

As my parents gave me more freedom and independence so they could enjoy themselves as adults I was often left at home to do homework, talk on the phone, or as I was wont to do: listen to Van Halen. In the spring of 1980, at 13, we lived on the West Bank military base across the Mississippi river from New Orleans. My…

Kinja is weird - now I’m logged in as a different name (I couldn’t for the life of me get Kinja to cooperate with me on my phone last night).

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…

Apologies on the weird time inconsistencies. I wrote this up several years ago and post it every year when I remember the contest but I always end up like 1500 posts down in the greys. To clarify, this happened in the mid 1990s, my dad has been backpacking in these same woods since the 1970s. Obviously should have…

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…

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…