Oh, these are excellent!

Eek!

I was definitely reading your earlier descriptions of the house like “Sounds amazing; sign me up!” but then “da man” started frightening the toddler, and I was like, “Oh, yikes, no, no thank you, hard pass!” Not cool, Da Man! Not cool!

The chairs are definitely for the cult meetings.

I remember this one! Chilling (and not just because of the snow)!

Aww, the Good Dog one is sweet! Poor li’l buddy just wanted to be acknowledged!

Yikes, scary!

“The scary guy wants to be my friend. He wants to get in my bed and snuggle me.”

That. Is. Terrifying.

Argh! Ghost train! I feel like you don’t get many ghost train stories nowadays, which is a shame. Great story!

I keep thinking about this one, and how much I hope that the “Eat fire, old man” was a ghost giving that predator asshole some kind of gut cancer or bleeding ulcer or something. I am so sorry you went through this.

Well, now, that’s just terrifying...

Gah, so creepy! I remember one time I read an old Edwardian era political-satire-as-ghost-story, and it featured a disembodied finger that poked and prodded someone as they lay in bed, and for days afterwards, I was terrified (but also annoyed at myself for being so freaked out by what was essentially a joke). I…

Ah, I just remembered, she would also leave me judgy notes on my food. Like, two or three meandering pages of Post-Its on my store-brand boxed mac and cheese.

“Howl”? A man in a suit holding a drink? Are you being haunted by a Beat poet perchance?

Horror fiction has its place, but this is not it. Good story for somewhere else, though. Maybe try Reddit?

Oh gosh, where to even start? Well, to begin with, I hardly ever saw this woman in person, but one of the few things she actually told me, to my face, when I first moved in, was that basically she thought young people were inherently untrustworthy, and then she spent the next couple of months trying to trick me into…

I mean, red is my absolute favorite color and I would dearly love to have a house all done up in red, but... not like this. Eek!

Didn’t the “there was no dresser” one turn out to be a copypasta? Or am I thinking of a different story?

Yeah, that sounds like something straight out of a horror story. Charming and idyllic on the surface, but dark and violent underneath. Yipes!