Word.

Fuuuuuuck you. Got called in to a meeting right as I finished reading this and could not concentrate.

Yeah, that kind of thing is way scarier to me than supernatural scary stories. See: “Look at Me.” (I got goosebumps now just typing the name of that damn story.)

no. no. no.

I finally have a new one! Not a specific story, but my best friend moved into a haunted apartment. Haunted in the sense that the relator had to disclose that it was haunted when they took it. Supposedly it had been shut for 30 years and the last tenant had killed himself because it was too haunted. (Not making this…

The explanation of this phenomenon creeped me out even more than the story.

With a side of “hell no” and some “fuck that” sauce.

She told me that she’s now pretty sure that it was Jim standing in her doorway silently at night, and that is so much creepier than a ghost.

bless you.

This story is from my mother’s side of the family. Everyone who lived through it has a story.

I’m going to barf.

When I was 8 months pregnant, my husband and I moved into a cookie cutter 15 year old home. There was nothing about it that would cause us to think it would be a creepy place. A few weeks after we moved in, I was putting clothes away in the baby’s room and got an overwhelming feeling of dread. It felt like something…

When I was 7, my older sister, who was 11, started telling this story about a disembodied green hand she’d see floating in her closet at night, if she left the door open. She made up shit all the time and didn’t seem to be actually afraid of anything, so my parents, my younger brother and I just chalked it up to…

Ok, mine isn’t that scary, but I experienced it, and I don’t believe in any of this stuff (until its 3am and im creeped out).

Back in the early 2000s I lived in a brownstone in Park Slope. It was a duplex with one floor of the apartment on the ground floor and the other floor in the basement. My brother and I shared the apartment – I was on the ground floor and his room was in the basement. At first we didn’t notice anything strange but it…

When I was little it was just my mom and I in this tiny tiny house in a small town. I have a freakishly good memory so I can clearly see the layout of my tiny room (which was the laundry room from the previous owners). It was long and narrow, with just enough room for my crib against one wall and a window…

Here’s my story called “Bad Clowns”

YAS I love this!

The very first house that I bought was haunted...by a cat. I knew the previous owner has a cat because there was a cat door cut into the utility door and when I was cleaning before moving in, there was cat hair all over the carpet.