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When I was a 10 year old girl, I was walking to the bay by myself. It was a normal thing to do at the time (small-town 1990s). One day, a brown van followed me down this long, lonely road. It had tinted windows so I couldn’t see inside, and it kept pulling into the shoulder, then creeping up behind me. Thankfully

If you’re a Grey, don’t reply to my comment with your story, as Kinja is borked and I won’t actually be able to access your comment to star it! Just post it as its own comment. To the people who’ve replied to my comment with stories, I haven’t ignored you. I’m not able to star your reply because I can’t see it, only

Back in 2015 while in grad school I moved into an apartment with a friend of a friend named Rachel. Being that this is San Diego and not many apartment buildings are *that* old, this one was built in the 20s, and was propped up over a deep canyon. My room was located in the back of the apartment, on the canyon side,

i loved all of your story, but this sentence takes the cake: She then also said did I think my two cats would get along with like five hedgehogs because she wanted to get them and I started to realize we wanted very different things out of a living situation.

In the winter of 1987 I was working as an intern for the United Mine Workers at their Washington D.C. headquarters. One cold, rainy late-February day I had business at the National Labor Relations Board. As I was walking back to the Mine Worker’s building, I had to walk past Old St. John’s Episcopal church, the

I have decided to also share about the haunted house I lived in from age seven to eleven. Skip the first two paragraphs if you hate architecture.

I loved this house and I still love this house. I look at it on Zillow and I look at the backyard on GoogleEarth. Sadly, I’ve never been back since we moved away to another

I’m much too late for anyone to see this. But I’m posting because this literally happened to me LAST NIGHT: 10-10-21.

This happened when I was living in Chicago in 2015 in a three floor walk up apartment building. Only 3 units that shared the stairwell - mine being the middle. One night I was in a hurry to meet friends for a night out. Around 4am, my boyfriend and I came home very drunk to my apartment door wide open. We went through

This isn’t my own story, but my dad’s - and my dad isn’t a liar. He’s experienced a lot of wild things taking odd jobs out on the road throughout his twenties, but this story happened right in my Indiana hometown when my mom was pregnant with my older sister. We lived in the country, and there was a hairpin turn on

So, I went to college in a southern town, but I’m not Southern. When, I first lived there a man was arrest for killing several women. He was dubbed the garden city killer since the town was called the garden city. I saw his name in the paper, but not his picture.

I hope the old man ate fire. I’m glad you got out alive.

Damn this is incredible and should also be a PSA or something. 

NICU units only place newborn infants.

When my kids were around the same ages (1 and 3) my oldest said, “Why did I see an owl outside my window last night with glowing eyes? It told me it wanted to eat [brother’s name].” Her room is on the second floor with no trees nearby so if something is outside her window it is *not* normal. Husband and I looked at

So many painful memories here friend, I hope you are doing ok.

A few years ago my daughter’s brownie troop spent the night at the Natural Science museum in our city. It was an amazing opportunity for them to see some of the exhibits after the museum closed and take part in a bunch of girls in stem activities. Each group was assigned a different exhibit to sleep in. At the end of

Sleep paralysis is terrifying. 

That’s so cute. I love spending time in National cemeteries with my young kids. They are nicer than most parks! I get to tell my kids to be quiet and contemplate respect!

I like both! Both scare the shit out of me!

I’ve experienced many a spooky thing in my life but this one hands down is my favorite. I used to live in an apartment building that was originally a doctors house from about 1900. My sensitive friends and I took the time to identify the different ghosts we felt around the house there was a little girl and everyone