Ugh, so creepy! I had a similar experience once of hearing footsteps coming up the stairs when I was expecting someone, only to find they hadn’t actually arrived yet, but luckily for me there were no doors opened by the mystery visitor. Major heebie-jeebies!

Spooky!

You would think, but I guess it would probably be weird to try to get a law passed that landlords have to disclose hauntings, because, like, wouldn’t that require a legal definition of what qualifies as a haunting? I guess the easiest thing would be like some kind of GlassDoor website where tenants can go to report…

Yes, a five-story building in total, with one flat per floor: the basement, then us on the ground floor, then the elderly gentleman above us, then two floors above him which have just been used for storage for ages (though the owners are now renovating at least one of the upper flats to rent out; not really sure…

I would not be surprised! I don’t know anything about who, if anyone, might have been living here when the place was bombed out, but I have to imagine it can’t have been good for the “psychic energy” or whatever, right? I’ll have to ask the new downstairs tenant if he’s noticed anything odd--but then again, I don’t…

There is something just so, so spooky and otherworldly about the redwood forests in the Pacific Northwest. I’ve been less creeped out in famously haunted places like the Winchester Mansion and the Tower of London than I have been on what was supposed to be a short, simple walk through the old-growth redwoods. They’re…

Yikes!

Excellent! I love a good “old scary house” story!

The editors used to title the contest winners, but then they stopped doing it for whatever reason, so if you wanted your story to be anything but yet another entry in a stream of “untitled”s, you had to give it a title yourself. I would definitely prefer if they went back to the editors doing the titling, because I *ha…

I gotta say, I sincerely admire your fortitude for not looking up the stairs for a whole year and a half, because if it had been me, I would not have been able to resist the urge, and would possibly not be here to leave comments now.

I remember this one! The faceless man with the backwards feet, no thank you! Chills!

Whhhhyyyy is the fact that all that *stuff* is still there, when no one has lived in the house for so many years, just SO. DAMN. CREEPY?? *shudders*

Was that the one with the random items received in the mail over the decades? Or was Uncle Billy the one with the haunted balloon?

Oh man, this is kinda like what I was talking about in my own story (posted a few days ago). It’s so, so creepy when you *think* you’ve got a perfectly logical, very human explanation for the “supernatural” sounds you keep hearing . . . until! The realization hits and you’re just like, wait, what the hell have I been…

Yikes! I think it’s the part where you just assume it’s normal human noises only to be unpleasantly surprised by the revelation that, no, there hasn’t been anyone there this whole time, that’s so unsettling. It makes you start to wonder how many other times in your life you thought you were surrounded by other living…

The Downstairs Tenants

Aww, the tree just loved you. Love love love love love. Always. Always. Faithfulness beyond any man’s deserving. After all, there is no immortality but a tree’s love.

Well, that’s just terrifying...

I remember this one, too! So creepy!

I totally agree! We definitely need more, and better, titles for these stories. Like, no one will remember Untitled Story #whatever of year 20xx, but damned if we don’t all remember “Look At Me”.