How lovely, to believe in magic. I left our conversation feeling less jealous of Grote’s ability to commune with actual spirits than I am of her confidence in her own intuition.

That is so much more terrifying than a ghost. I hate this. (I’m certain this was a sick, twisted fuck of a human). Just fuck all of that. I honestly don’t know how you came back.

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.

Posted this last year way too late and it got lost:

Can we also add: To please not repost/recycle stories submitted from last year and or the previous years before that? 

Or the ones that include lengthy conversations, complete with the tones and facial expressions with which things were said. Nothing forces me out of the contract between me and the poster that this is to be taken as a true story not a creative writing exercise like dialogue that’s too fucking long for a realistic…

Can I also plead that we don’t need to know the layout of your entire house to hear about something scary that happened inside? The long, overly detailed and confusing architectural descriptions are nearly a convention at this point.

They really are getting ridiculously long, huh?

I posted this last year hours before the deadline. Doubt many people saw it so I thought I’d post again. Hope that’s cool.

And like I plead every year, folks, please please remember that longer doesn’t mean better. Brevity is the soul of dread. 

Holy shit ... Something interjected and made your parents come home that night .... And maybe saved your life. 😮 Daaayyuuum.

You were a kick-ass kid! 

Poor Shaw! They should name that street after him.

I have a treasure trove of weird stories. I’m “that friend” for ghost problems, bad ju-ju in your house, all that stuff. I did college ghost hunting (which went well in hand with being a reinactor — you get a good sense for the historical and the legendary, and you learn what stuff could be plausible in old houses as…

This reminds me of when we came home from a 10 day vacation during the holidays about 5 years ago. We left our car in the driveway and had our ex-roommate come check the house once a day and play with/feed our cat. Our first night back, just after we got into bed, we heard a loud truck pull up and park right in front…

It was worse because I was alone. And on our way out of the park we stopped at a bat cave that you couldn’t access, but could look into. It smelled awful. There was a map there that showed the network of caves beneath the park and that really freaked me out. 

Honestly, I’m not. I just thought it was my sons messing with me. But after looking around and not seeing anything I did freak out, which was why I raised the windows on the truck. Then when it happened again I realized it might be a bird on the roof of the truck. I thought... “Of course! Duh. Look at me, getting all…

Way, way back in the 1980’s, when all phone lines were ‘landlines’, answering machines were rare, and caller ID was not available, I was in Grade 11, home alone, and at the mercy of a persistent prank caller.

This is the scariest story I know.

I post every year cause I’ve lived quite the haunted life. Last year I posted about phantom smells and wanted to do an update on that, briefly.