A few summers ago my brother and his family had a similar close brush with death. I’ve never been, but it’s a place called Banana Bend on the banks of the San Jacinto River near Houston, TX, that is notoriously known for being the site of several drownings.

OMG. Fucking asshole police men. You should send your story to whoever heads that police force. Morons.

Shit, you made me cry. Big Star for you!

When I was in my early twenties, my cousin called me in LA and told me I needed to come home immediately (NY) because they’d found cancer in my grandfather’s stomach. I was home within three days and he had already lost his vision and couldn’t eat. It was alarmingly fast.

No nonsense farmer ghost coming to save the day then get back to the chores.

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.

Because this university/museum are on unceded First Nations land, there is an important protocol for dealing with human remains that is connected to the beliefs of the group who historically inhabited that area

Not scary, but still…

I was studying abroad in Rome, almost a decade ago. Had a late night dinner with friends a few miles from my apartment. Finishing our food, my friends insisted I call a cab—it was almost 1:00 am and the streets back were poorly lit. Wanting to seem whimsical and self-sufficient, I refused.

I might be slightly doxxing myself here, but I taught for several years at a university with a significant museum of anthropology and many of my colleagues were archaeologists. Some of the grad students would do lab work there cataloguing and identifying a collection that had been donated to our department by someone…

I’m sooooooo happy!!!!

Ok, I hope I finally got in early enough not be lost in the thread! I can’t quite decide which experience to share first, but I assure you my experiences are very true. I understand the tricks our brains play on us, and how memory can be unreliable, but I remember these things so, so clearly.

Read this on the way home and enjoyed the mild creeping. Picked up my preschooler, did the normal dinner and bed routine, looking forward to reading the comments. As I kissed my sweet child good night she said to me, “Mommy, can I get another animal in the middle of the night instead of [bunny she’s slept with since…

I have to claim PTSD on this one, I never actually realized what happened until years later. I was 17, pregnant, going to school full time and working two jobs. I took the city bus every day from my community college to first job, around 12 every day. My bus driver was adorable-definitely a Grandpa-type, friendliest…

Last year I told a story about a dude (cause of course it was a dude) dressed as a clown staring at me through my bedroom window from the park across the street from my house. I still live in the same house, and while the park and neighborhood are generally safe, occasionally (once a year) shit gets weird.

True story. Also, trigger warning, I guess.

This is more weird than scary, but it was very weird so I’m going to tell it. A little bit of background first. My roomie and I lived in the Beach section of Toronto, in a group of three semiattached houses, with our place being in the middle. The neighbours on either side of us had yard sales every weekend, but we…

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

I’ve worked at the same medical billing office for years now and was warned it was haunted. I poo pooed the idea but one night has me doubting my “no ghosts are real stance.” We occasionally have to do major refilling when Medicare has a rule change and charges more. Sometimes they’re retroactive and it’s lots of late…

Mine might be a little unconventional but here we go. I have to start with the history of the house I grew up in, which some people say is probably the creepiest part of my story. Warning, there is some graphic content. And sorry, it’s a bit long.