Ok, so this story definitely falls into the “kids say the creepiest things” catagory, but there’s a helluva coda at the end of it, so stay with me. I promise every word of this true. This is what took me from ghost agnostic to believer.

This might not be as scary as others, but it freaked me out and I’ve waited a whole year to share. Last year, there was a story in the Top 10 about a Black Dog at Army Camp. The poster talked about going to the river to watch a meteor shower. I know where that is. I’ve been there, taken my kids to swim in the river…

So, I know this one isn’t a big deal, but I haven’t liked writing / revisiting it, and am kinda glad I’m posting super late so maybe it won’t really get seen and I won’t get in trouble with who/whatever was in that fucking house.

My husband bought me a dachshund puppy, a few months before we got married, and he was my best friend. Walt was the sweetest, most loyal and precious dog. He was my constant shadow and my sidekick. When we brought our daughters home, I never did a late-night feed alone, he was always curled at my feet. He doted on the…

Howdy neighbor, I’m also from Piney View! Small world!

The Black Dog

My parents came to the US from South America in the 70’s. So we were always having family/friends to California for a visit. Part of the touring was always going to see the Queen Mary, retired ship and presently a hotel. It kinda looks like the Titanic when you squint.

Maybe too late to the game, but here’s my only (personal) story:

I’m not really a believer in the supernatural, but I had a ghost in my old apartment.

Over the first lockdown, I decided to download a sleep tracker and take my sleep hygiene more seriously, as I’ve had interrupted sleep since childhood. It wasn’t hard to use—- I’d tell the tracker I was going to sleep, put it beside me, and then turn it off on the morning.

I think something in my house is trying to get my attention.

Oh man, I thought I included! Hope this works:

I posted this in years past and got stuck in the grays, but here goes:

This happened to the ex-boyfriend of my cousin Alex. His family had just purchased a home in San Angel, a neighborhood in Mexico City filled with history and old houses. Among other things, it was site to the mass hanging of men belonging to Saint Patrick’s Battalion.

This is about an uncle who was a real-life rocket scientist. He worked on the rocket fuel formula that got men to the moon. He was my favourite uncle, my father figure as my own was indifferent to me at best. It was a horrible shock when he got colon cancer. He married into my father’s family but was such a good guy…

The Voice in the Basement

When my dad was a teenager in the late 1950s, he used to work as a dishwasher at a Mexican restaurant that was near the local cemetery. To get to work, he could either walk the long way around the cemetery, which was twice as far, or cut straight through it. More often than not, he’d opt to go through the cemetery.

I’ve shared this before, but it was lost in the grays and/or posted too late, so I’ll give it another shot.

A Single Flower

And here’s another tale from my mom’s time in the lab: