GOOD BOY. GOODEST BOY.

Good dog.

This is a true story that is scary on... well, levels, ha. I’ve obscured some details so as not to give away any too identifying information, although the details are part of what makes the story.

My house is in a heavily forested area and relatively remote. It’s a place where people might take a camping trip into the forest for the weekend and then freshen up and have brunch in town on Sunday.

The summer after my sophomore year of college, my parents asked me to house sit for them while they went out of town for a long weekend. At the time, they lived in a fairly remote area so it was a bit of a trek, but it was a big beautiful house on the lake and my parents’ pets were sweethearts. First night I actually…

Hi Frida,

Plot twist: guy trying to break into your house is a demon hunter

I blocked him but hung on to the texts/videos for awhile just in case. He 100% doesn’t know where I live. Thank goodness.

This one isn’t mine, but my mom’s. She told it to me a few years ago, when my husband and I bought our house; it’s the story of how my parents got my childhood home.

This is so real and is my constant nightmare. Dating is scary. Underrated story. I hope you blocked him right away and he doesn’t know where you live. 

When was about 26 I moved back in with my parents. I had been going through a rough time and was in between jobs. I didn’t really know what I was going to do with my life and felt a lot of unease. I had broken up with the first person I had ever loved right before my move, knowing we were not right for each other. On…

Creepy! I was convinced you were going to say that your husband called afterwards to say that his mother had passed.

Okay okay okay!
here’s my story - it’s a brief one!

Alright, been debating writing this down because I’ve been trying to get it out of my mind. This story has a few different facets and I have no idea what to make of all of it.

That’s really lovely. Like, I probably would have peed myself a bit in the moment, but after a change of pants, I’d have really appreciated it.

Oh my god, that is surreal.

When my husband and I got engaged, I was living with a roommate. To save money for the wedding, rather than re-upping my lease, I moved back into my childhood home. This meant my parents and grandparents (who lived there) were always keeping an eye out to be sure we weren’t fornicating.

So, being creative, young…

I finally found this thread early early enough to *maybe* not be totally buried! The most intensely creepy thing that’s ever happened to me is also the most oddly beautiful.

Not nearly as scary as some of your absolutely horrifying stories, but here’s mine. I remember it vividly and get chills every time I think about it.

This is not my story, but my best friend’s, and I’m sharing with his blessing. (Re-post from last year.)