Milk in bags. I know there are parts of the US that have milk in bags, but that is literally my favorite thing about visiting my brother-in-law. It’s such a good idea!

OMG! I grew up in Foster, RI, and I can confirm this! I know exactly the place you are talking about and yes, those are the local legends. And your professor is right—there are no churches with bells in the entire town.

I, too, am a fan of this podcast. It’s “Snap Judgment Presents: Spooked”

My grandfather died after my oldest was born, his first great grandchild. We lived in a different state and had been planning on bringing home the baby to meet the family the following month, at Christmas. He died less than a week before we were supposed to be there so he never got a chance to meet my son and vice…

I smelled my grandfather’s cherry tobacco about the time my mother passed. I was at work, where we were making medicated powders, and the room was full of chemical smells, but we did NOT use any type of cherry flavoring/scent. I was even wearing my respirator, asked co-worker if he smelled anything unusual? Nope? I ste…

I like these kinds of stories. My niece, who now has two kids of her own, was putting her daughter to bed one night and her daughter said “Hi Mimi” or “Mimi’s here and says hi”. She is 3 and might have been even 2 at the time. Mimi is my mother, my niece’s grandmother, and she died before seeing her great…

Thanks for sharing this.
A scary coda for you: I drank down my granny’s entire snuff can as a toddler (this was a year or two after I was found teething on a dead mouse from a trap.) It’s a wonder I’m alive.

What you’re describing may well have been a lateral temporal lobe epileptic (LTLE) event. I experience these and I even wrote about it in the comments section of this exact post a few years ago. The sensations you experienced (jamais vu, intense feelings of nostalgia) are key components of it. Check it out and see…

For some reason, your description of this house reminds me of a house down the street from ours that went up for sale a couple of years ago.

Not scary, but a couple of happy paranormal (?) bits.

I know many of you are here for the truly terrifying scary stories (me included!), but I’ve got a heartwarming one that I’ve been aching to share for years. Please stick with me, as I promise that there is a payoff after the setup! And with that, come along with me and travel back to a tour bus full of exhausted…

My mom met Paula through the Pittsburgh Junior League in the mid-80s. They’d both moved to the area after getting married, and became fast friends.

Over the years, we went to many a summer cook-out at Paula’s lovely 1920s bungalow, where she lived with her husband and two young sons. But one gathering in particular,…

That's actually kind of... sweet. 

Ohhh, this one really bothered me! It’s like being “ridden,” as if you were a pack animal or a vessel for someone else’s psyche. Truly scary. Thanks for sharing it.

I am the spooky friend. Like, I’m the friend people call when they have questions about the ghost in their attic or how to stop a streak of nightmares. So when my job booked our massive yearly work training at a notoriously haunted hotel, a few close work friends asked if we could hold a seance. After some thinking…

So this story is not really scary but it was creepy when it happened and I hope it never happens again.

A lot of weird stuff has happened to me over the years, and I consider myself “sensitive,” despite also being an atheist. I tend to think that there are explanations for the supernatural but that we just don’t have the answers yet. It’s all energy, right? Anyway, here is one of the creepiest things that happened to me…

Ok, here goes. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and all that.

Love these and just want to say, the Spooked podcast is a great supplemental al la the vibe of these scary stories, if you haven’t listened to them all already. I saved some from last season just for October listening.

Not scary but paranormal and lots of witnesses. So in Foster, Rhode Island, there’s an area deep in the woods that is considered to be “legally haunted”. It’s the site of an old factory/mill in the early 1800s, and apparently way back in the day paranormal activity was so high in the area that they counted the ghost…