After my divorce, I spent 4+ years looking for a home to buy for my son and I. I had a very hectic government job and my son had a rare genetic disorder that caused a myriad of health issues. I had hired a private caregiver for him who spent 12+ hours caring for him each weekday. Life was very busy.

My mom had a pretty aggressive disease, however, she looked like she was making a recovery and for the most part seemed healthier than she did since diagnosed. Within 24 hours she went from alert and feeling good to in a coma and ultimately passing away. It was absrupt and shocking. Still doesn’t feel real.

Memories are strange things. The dictionary defines them as: the mental capacity or faculty of retaining and reviving facts, events, impressions, etc., or of recalling or recognizing previous experiences; A mental impression retained; a recollection: one’s earliest memories. The emphasis on “one’s earliest memories”…

This experience happened 30 years ago this summer, and it’s still something I can’t explain – but it absolutely saved my life.

I think I submitted this year’s ago, but here I am, in the greys, submitting again!

In early 2022, my father-in-law passed away. And although he was a 20-year stroke survivor, it cost us all off-guard.

2011

My freshman dorm was co-ed — boys and girls divided into parallel halls on each floor, split by a bank of elevators in the middle. On my floor, the elevators were rumored to be haunted by a student who struggled with depression and died in his room about 15 years earlier. The circumstances were unclear but part of the…

I am sharing this again this year because yesterday my kid happened to ask me if anything truly spooky had happened to me, and, well, yes:

After University I hadn’t yet found a job and needed an apartment that wasn’t going to destroy my savings. I live in Toronto and ended up finding a basement apartment rental in a beautiful old Victorian home in the Parkdale neighbourhood, which has a lot of historic homes but is known for not being the nicest area.

When I was about to start 5th grade, my mom took me and my older brother on a road trip to see the waterfall trails in Elmira, NY. A hotel would’ve been too pricey so we stayed the night in my step-grandmother’s place, which was a big, empty old farmhouse. I barely knew my step-grandmother and had never been to her…

1996 - Chicago suburbs - I was a scrawny 14 yr old boy. My sister and I were home alone - she was in her bedroom on the other side of the house. I was doing homework at our kitchen table facing a floor to ceiling window facing the backyard. It was already dark outside, which meant the window was basically a mirror…

My ex husband owned a house when I met him. It had been abandoned when he bought it, left unlocked even, although a squatter lived in a bungalow in the backyard not the main house.

First of all- Squeeeeeeeeee! My favorite article/comments section of the year! Now, on to the story...

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 ...

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.

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…

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…

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…