So I worked for police dispatch in a decently sized city (in the top 15 in the US) for over a decade. This story happened somewhere after 2004 but before 2008-ish, I think.

When my dad was a teenager in the late 1950s, he used to work as a dishwasher at a Mexican restaurant that was near the local cemetery. To get to work, he could either walk the long way around the cemetery, which was twice as far, or cut straight through it. More often than not, he’d opt to go through the cemetery.

This is an old story, my grandfather’s story, about a hundred years old. It’s a very short one, but it’s all about the power of love.

I grew up in a wooded area — my parents still live there. And something that happened this past December put a creepy spin on a thing that happened when I was a kid.

Jfc...

When I was a kid, in the summers my family would visit my grandfather’s cabin, located in a remote area in the woods in northern New England. The nearest neighbor at that time was about 5 miles down the road. The cabin was just yards from a lake ideal for fishing and boating, and I suppose you could say that the area…

“Ghosts in the Walls”

This story takes place in a small town, in a small South American country, in the mid-seventies. My parents are a young married couple, with two young daughters, living next door to my dad’s sister, Esther, who is also married and has two small children of her own. After being home with her boys for while, my aunt…

Not my story, but my father’s story.

Not supernatural, but scary (and true) as fuck. This has been on my mind after the stories of that young woman killed by someone who worked at her apartment complex.

My mom grew up in a small farm in the middle-of-nowhere northwestern Minnesota. Her dad died before I was born, but I regularly visited her mom (my grandmother) still living at the farm, until she passed when I was a teenager. My grandmother was the prototypical Great Depression-forged Midwest farm wife of Norwegian…

Here is a short one that is nonetheless creepy - file this under “Kids Say the Darndest Things!” - While sitting around the dinner table with my husband, our daughter (age 3), and our son (a little less than 1), our daughter says, “I have a friend who lives in my voice and talks for me. Sometimes my friend doesn’t…

I posted this last year hours before the deadline. Doubt many people saw it so I thought I’d post again. Hope that’s cool.