I always enjoyed the dark crystal / full house crossover episodes,

I’ve never commented on this platform before, but seeing this post the day after this weird thing happened seemed like too much of a coincidence. I’m commenting hoping one of you might have a logical explanation for what happened. Something that makes sense and lets me forget.

Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

True story. When I was eight years old, I got my first bus card and started taking the city bus home from elementary school. My parents had transferred me into a school far from home, so there were no other kids from my school in my neighborhood. My bus stop was the end of the line, on a quiet intersection a few…

Not scary, but still…

For a few years in the mid-90s I was studying to be an archaeologist and spent a few summers in the field doing excavations. Whenever I would bring this up in later years, people would occasionally ask if I had any cool Indiana Jones encounters. I’d laugh, and they’d laugh, and we’d move on to some other topic. And…

So I moved around a lot when I grew up, but there was one house in particular that was very very much haunted.  

Tried posting this one a few years ago, but was too late. Not a ghost story, but it’s one of the scariest things that’s ever happened to me.

So, in her life, my mom has gone through some shit. Sometimes, she’s not the most reliable narrator, but she tells this memory so consistently and with such emotion, that I believe her. She grew up in the late seventies, and eighties. My grandma was (still is tbh) a disaster. Grandma was part of the California…

True story. Also, trigger warning, I guess.

I have never seen a ghost. I have not received repeated phone calls from disconnected numbers. Weird things do not generally happen to me.

This happened to me about ten years ago while I was attending college at West Virginia University. At the time, I was really into backcountry camping, which for reasons that will become obvious, I am not into anymore. One of the benefits (actually probably the only benefit) of attending college in West Virginia was…

I’m going to post a second story. I saw my dad.

This is a story my grandmother told me when I was a kid —

I FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO ADD!!

Ok, first time commenting, so I’m sure I’ll be buried in the grays.... but, here goes.

I have a story, but it’s not mine. It comes from my mom who heard it from her older sister when she was young. I have no idea if it is true. It could just be a story made up by a teenager trying to spook her younger sister. There’s one detail of the story that does ring true though, and that’s the location: Purple…

Right before I turned 21 I moved to a new city, transferred colleges, and got an apartment by myself. I picked a place out on the third story of a rambling old Victorian mansion - a modest studio with white metal cabinets from the 1950's and a rusted fire escape which always gave me bad feelings. It was metal, and…

I have a story.