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The house I lived in for ~9 years was haunted. I would swear it was.

I hadn’t realized it, but I’d been eagerly awaiting these stories for a whole year! This is my first time submitting; this is the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me.

I always love staying at historic hotels, which usually come with at least one ghost story. I was psyched when my spouse’s friend had a wedding in Lewisburg, WV and booked a block of rooms for guests at the historic General Lewis Inn. Of course I googled around for ghost stories in advance - the hotel is known to have

I moved into a new apartment in Manhattan’s East Village in 2018. It was a huge upgrade for me, and it really is special. It’s kind of a carriage house building with only five apartments and you have to walk through another building to get to it. There is an adorable little courtyard with trees and flowers, and I even

This story belongs to my dad, but I was present for it- albeit in my mom’s belly. My dad worked transporting buses across the country and taking odd jobs for a big part of his twenties, and by the time he married my mom, he’d experienced more strange happenings than the average person. But this story happened in his

When I was 12, every night for close to two months someone would knock on my bedroom window. It was usually after 11 p.m. and before 2 a.m. and, at the beginning, would wake me from a dead sleep to where I thought I was dreaming. A few times I even heard the knocking in my dreams and then woke up and the knocking was

I’ve been reading these for years and finally shared my favorite ghost story from my youth hours before posts closed last year, so I’m posting again ...

PSA - usually there are comments/questions about being able to pick up where you left off - I don’t think there is still a good way of doing that, but the best method that I’ve been using for years is:
Select Show Pending as being active and then Sort By: Newest.

My folks bought a large farm house built in 1924 the summer before I started 3rd grade (1984ish). My mom, brother and I had been gone all summer at her folks on the east coast, and my dad and some friends moved us in while we were gone.

Mom would go all out for Halloween when I was a kid. I’d find at least one of those cheap plastic skeletons in every room, the TV would be playing some schlocky horror movie every night, and the halls were filled with orange and black. But the front yard is where she shined. Her and dad would haul in these

When I was 10 years old, I had an old black and white tv, that had a dial for the volume; you rolled it up to make it louder, you rolled it down to lower it and turn it off. One particular night, I was watching That’s Incredible in my room. One of the segments was about hauntings and it creeped me out. About halfway

In 2005 I spent the majority of the summer hitchhiking. I had just graduated from college and wanted to try something completely unfamiliar to me, and I insisted on making it a challenge. I lugged everything I had in two large backpacks, one carried on my back and the other on my front, filled with

When my children were small, they used to tell me about the “gnome” or little man that would stick to the shadows of their bedroom. They would see it in the far corner at night, crouched, or moving at the end of the hallway into another room, but always in the peripheral. This is the only house they ever remember

Back when I was on dating apps, I match with this guy and he’s really cute. He had a shirtless mirror selfie as his profile pic which was usually a hard pass for me, but he seemed sweet/nerdy so I talked to him. He tells me how he’s really worked on his body because he was a nerd and really awkward with women.

I am active at the local theater. Our building is just over 100 years old, and its history includes the owner’s mother living upstairs, a particularly mischievous actor pulling pranks onstage, and other stories that add up to the place being really hecking haunted.

I was maybe 10 or 11. My Dad was out of town at a conference and I was home with my Mom. She was preparing to go take a shower when suddenly we both heard this horrible hissing noise coming from the bathroom. To her credit, my Mom carefully went to investigate. When she came out, all the color had drained from her

I went to a boarding school when I was a teenager, at a very small, liberal prep school in the Berkshire mountains of Massachusetts. It was located on the ancestral estate of an old rich family, and most of the buildings and grounds we used were originally made in the 1800s. Some of the teachers had lived there for

Isnt the post about her turning down the job offer?

I don’t have a Batfleck story, but I do have a The World’s End story.

that’s absolute bullshit lmao. there are so many other factors that go into what happens after a “bad show” gets released — your reputation, who will work with you, etc. regardless of how good or bad a show is, the laborers still deserve to be paid. if it’s truly an unwatchabe mess other people in the industry will