I believe you. We’ve experienced enough weirdness that whenever we hear stories like yours we don’t discount them. The breathing thing resonates with me because I distinctly recall a couple of instances when my husband and I were in bed, just talking companionably. During a lull in the conversation I heard deep, even…

Invitation: Ghost Orgy

Have you seen Jesus Camp? This is just how Evangelicals are. It’s disturbing as hell. 

Phantom Smells

Does she know? Does she know?

The Breathing in the Attic

Let me preface this by saying I don’t believe in ghosts. I believe there is a reasonable explanation for what I experienced. I just don’t know what it could be.

I grew up in an old house. The kind with high ceilings and big windows and lots of creaking. We had a full attic, filled with…

When I was in junior high, I made some friends at school who invited me to go to church with them on Wednesday nights. My family wasn’t especially religious, but growing up in Oklahoma, we were surrounded by many people who were. We occasionally went to church with my grandparents or other family members, but weren’t…

I’ve lurked, like many, for so many years of this contest! Every year I think about telling this story but chicken out. I even contacted the person involved with me (even though we hadn’t spoken in YEARS), to attempt to get him to tell it, but alas. I’ve only retold this aloud to a few folks, so hopefully my retelling…

Give Us A Sign

Couldn’t have been a knife. That ceramic takes some hardcore cutting to get through, which makes the perpetrator more frightening. A saw or dremmel tool with the right blade could do it. So someone came prepared. Yeesh this gives me chills.

“Hello Senoritas” 

The Ghostest Generation

Oooh! This was super spooky! Now I *really* want to know the name of this restaurant!

I grew up in a small historic town in New Jersey and have a couple ghost stories, but this is the one I’m going to share: In high school and college I worked at a restaurant that was originally an old inn from the 1700s. One Sunday afternoon, I picked up the phone at the hostess station and had a chilling conversation…

Mine’s kind of short, but It still lingers with me.

About five years ago I was in my early twenties, working my first full-time job and living at home with my parents while I saved money. My parents’ house is on an acre of land in rural Oregon, about a 15 minute drive in each direction to the surrounding small towns. My dad, being the curmudgeon-y “get off my lawn”…

LOVE this time of the year! First time commenter, longtime reader. I have quite the haunting experience that still brings chills and fear to me...nearly nine years after the fact. I call it...

That’s lovely.

My stepgrandmother was a very religious woman...church every day, prayers before every meals, you get it. She also lived to a ripe old age and was well and “with it” all the way through. She only lived with her daughter towards the very end of her life and even then, it was more out of convenience than need.

I work at a theme park - a major one, you’ve definitely heard of it - and there’s no doubt in my mind that this place is haunted.