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…

This made me so sad for Sue and so many old folks, or even not so old folks, who are on their own during their last moments. I hope her passing was relatively painless and that she had a happy life.

Some observations of themes so far this year:

It’s interesting to me how there are so few creepy actual people or stranger danger stories (don’t worry I saw you Machete Gang and yikes) so I get the vibe that a lot of the commentariat is still not all the way outside. I started an in-person job in April and have had…

“The Beedi Man”

The Servant

Not a scary story but it happened this week and feels like someone was looking out for me.

“The Lady in the Attic”

When my boyfriend and I moved in together in San Francisco, we rented an apartment which was basically half the upstairs of an older home converted into apartments. The other half of the upstairs was another apartment where our landlord, Sue, lived. Sue was an interesting character who at first came off as an angry…

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

I think this is my first story! And it’s not scary, so much as sweet. And if anyone I know reads this thread, hi, it’s definitely me.

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

This happened to me, once, only a little bit different - I lived in a winterized cottage with a twin cottage attached to it, and one night while reading in bed, I heard the sounds of someone cleaning the space next door - vacuuming, running the water, what sounded like someone hammering nails into the wall, etc. I…

I totally agree! We definitely need more, and better, titles for these stories. Like, no one will remember Untitled Story #whatever of year 20xx, but damned if we don’t all remember “Look At Me”.

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.

I enjoy this feature every year and I always think I should share my story but never do...this year, I am going to tell it!

A little help from the other side:

A Single Flower

I have some STRONG OPINIONS about titles. I’ve been reading this from the beginning. Back in the beginning, Anna North or Dodai Stewart or Erin Gloria Ryan or whomstever (all excellent hosts of these spooky proceedings) would read through the comments and GIVE stories shared in the comments a title. Their titles were…

I gave birth to my baby girl at the end of June this year. I was in labor when the Dobbs decision came out, but that is a different kind of story for another day.

I told this story here years ago, but I was reminiscing with my son the other night and was reminded of what happened when we lived in our former house.