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Yeah, ouija board stories never do it for me because every single time I’ve used one something spooky has happened, and every single time we all swore it wasn’t any of us moving it, and every single time I’ve been lying and it was definitely me moving it.

After seeing it, I’m inclined to believe that this is just an old window with lead sash weights. The ropes and pulleys are probably shot. What’s likely happening here is the weights eventually coming loose and literally pulling the window open as they come down. Spooky, but not paranormal.

I think there’s a good chance the stairs were uneven in some slight way even though we haphazardly measured them and they seemed fine. We weren’t really scared of the stairs because of the falling-down-them part, though, which usually happened in the day time and never resulted in any injuries. They were normal

I mean yeah, the story is that the whole family jumped together. And it seems likely that story comes from the building opening in 1929 and it being one of the tallest buildings in the area at the time and an attempt to tie the haunting to a recognizable event from the same year. Like, I’m spooky but not a sucker. I

So not even death can spare us from unpleasant men :(

IT WAS NOT YOU.

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

Thank you so much for your incredibly thoughtful response. You articulated what I could never put into words. I have always felt that my bringing it up and wanting to talk about it and his obdurate refusal to do so was just me being troublesome, in fact he’s told me so. He tells me that I’m starting trouble and that

This is heartbreakingly familiar and scarier than any haunted house or restless spirit.  I’m a trauma psychologist who works with abused women (and occasionally men). I also grew up witnessing my father’s abuse toward my mother, sometimes explicit and evil, some times deeply insidious and gaslit. When the ones we

I think you might be thinking of Sorcia McNasty’s The Haunted Truck, which is one of the all time greats. Go to google, plug in Jezebel, Sorcia, Haunted Truck and it should come right up. Hang on, I’ll try..

I’m so sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing this really beautiful story with us.

This proper upset me because I had my own old, clingy senior citizen situation this summer! We even met the same way, he fell at the end of the my drive and cut his hand really bad, and actually our postwoman (I live in a rural town, we know who delivers our mail) came to my door to ask if we could help bc she knows

I was in an abusive relationship. It was a long time before the abuse surf5, and I  was shocked when it did. I never saw it coming. I had never been exposed to anything like that. I don't want to be mean or step into a situation I don't really know, and I thought about this a while before posting. This will almost

Your grandmother got hit every night and “bounced“ back the next morning, because she didn’t gaf? Because she had strong opinions? Seriously? She was trapped in an abusive marriage.

Mine’s short and sweet. Not so much a ghost, as a visitation.

Mom was always a birdwatcher and particularly loved cardinals. She would repeat as often as she could that they mated for life. We had a series of them nest in the forsythia bush outside our porch and watched several generations of babies raised while I was

I am sorry, Jenny, but you MUST research this. Could you find the house again? Look up who lived there? I don’t want you to be decapitated but I want answers!

I’m not sure if this is truly scary but it has creeped me out and given me nightmares for many years. When I was 8 or 9 we lived in a pretty safe neighborhood and used to play with other kids in the area. One family with kids lived on the street behind us and a couple blocks over. We used to take a cut-through between

My grandmother died when I was about 15 (which would make my younger brothers 7 and 5). She basically raised me, but by the time my brothers were born, she was a lot older and a lot of the physical/interactive child stuff fell to me: getting them up in the morning for school, dressing them, playing, changing

This would probably be better categorized as a “Well-That-Was-Weird Story”, but: Our washer and dryer are in the back of our basement, there are double doors to get back there. One night a few years ago I took a load of laundry down. I reached out to open one of the doors but as soon as my hand touched the knob the

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