This has been on my mind since talking about haunted libraries and it may not exactly be a haunting, but still, I remember it well.

Shadow Man

I had a paper route. This was in the mid 1980’s. At the time I was a typical ten year old boy living in the suburbs of Cincinnati, Ohio. We lived in a two story house near the end of a cul-de-sac. My mom and dad and me. I’d taken over the paper route from a friend at the beginning of summer, thinking of earning some…

The Women in the Library Stacks

My wife and I bought a house on see Lake Michigan just north of Chicago. Beautiful views of the water, the city, and the home is spectacular for raising kids. It was built in the 80s, so we didn’t think anything weird would come up. For the first 1.5 years in the house, nothing. The occasional creaky floorboard but…

This happened in November last year. The only positive I have been able to take away from it is that I finally have something for this story contest, because I definitely cannot afford to move!

Fuckkkkkk this was awesome but I definitely got goosebumps lol. I submitted this as part of my scary story last year but I’ll share it again because my story is very similar! Teacher to Teacher.

The Red House

backstory: the school I work at in Vancouver, BC is being seismically upgraded, as are many because many of the schools built in VSB are gaining on 100 years old. In March (2020), before spring break, we all tirelessly packed up our entire classrooms in boxes to be moved over Spring Break to our ‘new school’ for the…

You can’t blame everything on the cats

Oh joy, I finally have a spooky story to share this year! This isn’t as bone-chilling as many other ones here, but it is all true and gives me the creeps.

I wrote this up last year, intending to share it on here, and then I never did for some reason. A year later and I’ve decided it’s time.

There’s something downstairs.

This is a long story and will probably end up buried, but honestly I just want to tell it. This seems like a good place. It involves me making some very poor decisions - if my life had an absolute nadir (so far) it would probably be the week this happened. Please remember that as you read. It is also *slightly*…

This is a story that doesn’t involve me, but it really does freak me out.

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…

At the end of this summer, I had quite a decent Facebook Marketplace addiction, and I was sporadically zipping out to drop off or pick up random items.

The Boy Who Wasn’t There

My sister and her husband are foster parents to two little girls, and have two biological children of their own. They are hoping to adopt the girls but needed a bigger house for that to be a possibility. They started searching and found a giant house that used to be owned by a group of priests in the area. They housed…

My Uncle Billy was the black sheep of the family. He was my mother’s older brother, who joined the military in the early 1990s and saw combat in the first Gulf War, but he didn’t come entirely back. My mom said he suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder and something called gulf war syndrome. My father said he…