I am convinced that kids can see through the veils between our world and the world beyond...
This is one of the scariest things I’ve ever read.
“When I got home, I could see the blur moving to the kitchen and I realized it followed me home. It went back to school the next day”
Try to Smile was fuckin horrible too ho god
This gave me chest pains.
Oh wow, that was so smart of your mum!
When I was in university, my walk home took me through a not-so-great neighborhood, often after a late night studying at the library.
Crazy! Something similar happened once to me when I was about... eight-ish, I think. That’s 4th grade, right? Anyway, we were visiting my little brother’s godparents and I both loved and feared their house. We lived in a pretty non-descript, one story 3/2/2, so this two story, stone faced monolith with what seemed to…
This is the story of the two times my father came face to face with a serial killer.
I came across these stories last year and I found them hard to get through, I guess I’m a wuss, but last January something really weird happened to me and I’ve wanted to share it ever since.
That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Lambies to the rescue!
Rest in Peace, Doctor
Okay, so this year I can participate since the main player who would be scandalized by airing the laundry has passed. As background, my mother had me in her late thirties and her mother in turn had her in her late thirties. My mother was the youngest of eight children and had brothers much older than she, which is how…
Well, this will be far at the bottom, and it’s barely a ghost story anyway. My condo was built in the turn of the last century, it has VERY little sound dampening and I constantly hear my upstairs neighbors. There were definitely times when I heard voices and woke up to nothing. One time, I thought I heard my…
When I was sixteen I would sneak out of the house at night get high and read a book (Such a rebel, I know). There was an empty forclosed home next door, and I would get inside via a basement window well and smoke in the basement’s bar area. One night it was raining pretty heavy, and I forgot to bring my lighter. I…
Over the summer I took my son and his friend on a ride at the local fair. My son has Down syndrome, which is relevant to the story in that he doesn’t have the sort of fantastical imagination of his peers. Said differently, he doesn’t make shit up. As we were sitting waiting for the attendant to buckle everyone in my…
It’s the moooost wonderful time of the year! Seriously, I live for this thread. My experience is not nearly as spooky as others’, but here goes anyway: