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Yay! I made the cut. I just told a live version of this story last night and had several people tell me they had similar experiences after messing with Ouija boards or seances. So my advice to all of you who are creeped out is to NOT DO THAT THING. 

When I was a kid I had this re-occurring dream. In the dream I was in a creepy old department store and I would go to use the change rooms, which were deserted. Upon entering the change rooms, before I could get into the room and lock the door, a scruffy man would come charging around the corner and slam me up

After many years living in Los Angeles, a friend and I decided to take the midnight tour of the Queen Mary (which consistently ranks among the most haunted places in America and is now an event center/hotel combo). The midnight tour is run by a psychic, and includes a full tour of the ship, so we figured it would be a

As a Jew, I can also 10000% confirm this is not a Jew-fro.

As a black woman currently rocking a ‘fro, I can 10000% confirm this is not an afro. 

She looks like your Aunt Clara in 1985.”

Christmas Eve, 1981

I grew up in a remote north eastern town in the province of Quebec. After my parents separated, my mom moved my siblings and I into an older house on a cul-de-sac street. The neighbourhood was for the most part a decent place to raise kids and teens, however the area had experienced issues with a high volume of

But it adds to the suspense! I rather like it! “...like a box of chocolates, you never know what you gone get!" 😁

Okay, this might get lost in the abyss, but I know that a lot of folks read these all month. Bear with me, this got a little long as I typed it out.

I’ve never been a superstitious person. Hell, before this incident, I’d never experienced anything remotely paranormal. To me, anything that happened out of the ordinary could be explained one way or another. Yeah I know, it’s one of those cliched “I didn’t believe until it happened to me” kind of deals, but I don’t

The parent in me is screaming “KIDS THIS IS WHY WE DON’T MAKE OUT WITH STRANGERS AT THE CLUB -- THEY’LL TURN OUT TO BE SERIAL KILLERS AND GIVE YOU THE DAMN CORPSE RASH. OR HERPES.

Not my story, but a story that I’ve heard from a friend a while ago. Therefore, sorry for the lack of details.

About 12 years ago I think, I went to my Mom’s house for a Thanksgiving. In the evening we had the TV on low while we were chatting with some other family members. I see my Mom’s brow furrow as she’s looking at the TV, and she said “I know that young man”, and we looked up at the picture of someone on TV. “He was at

Bieber looks like what would happen if you crossed Scooby Doo’s Shaggy, a frazzled David Lee Roth impersonator and an ad recruiting patients for a hepatitis drug clinical trial.

In my early twenties, I had a job in the national security bureaucracy where we dealt with a bunch of classified stuff, which meant that there was no ability to work remotely. For the year+ that I did the job, I generally got to the office early in the morning and left around midnight, six or seven days a week. It was

My husband worked maintenance for a company that rented out apartments and houses, and and about 3 years ago he was due to do work on a house that the company had just acquired. He’d seen it on his own already (well, with people from the company),but he told me it was the creepiest place he’d ever seen. I wanted to

When I was about 12 years old, my dad took my brother and me to Vegas for a weekend one summer for some inexplicable reason (male bonding?), even though I was too young (and already too gay) for strippers and couldn’t gamble. My brother was older, so he and my dad spent the day gambling at Caesar’s Palace (where we

I left work late tonight and as I sat in the parking lot waiting for my windows to de-fog, this phrase kept running through my mind, “a man’s face leering against my window in this rictus grin of terrible delight.”

This just reminded me of my own story like this. I live in NYC so am used to my fair share of creepy dudes/occasionally getting followed. One night I was walking home a little tipsy from a friend’s party a few blocks away from me. It was the weekend, but only about 10pm so I didn’t think I was putting myself in a ton