Then why are you reading a whole collection of spooky stories that are mainly about ghosts? Weird way to spend your time...

Possibly not a dream. In your groggy state, your subconscious may have picked up enough of the timbre of even faint calls (screams) to manufacture a scenario. Or. Perhaps in your sleep-dep state, you were more open and accessible to any urgent energy streaming around you. If that poor girl were semi-conscious but…

If you don’t want to add stress, then I would call the city about the street lamps and let the cops know what you saw (mention the street lamps to them, too - it’s not out of bounds to think it might be connected) in case this is an ongoing creeper situash, and then just tell your friend that you reported it so she’s…

I submitted a spooky not scary one a bit ago, but the more I read there some of the sweet ones make remember this story, which is pure coincidence (if you believe in that even). 

This is part actual crime- part something else, so trigger warning for domestic violence; and if you’re thinking about getting out of a bad relationship for any reason, let this be the sign that you need to get out ASAP.

I did as well! The description of the plastic carpet runners was perfection, and the sound of the picture frames being lifted up and set down again, one by one, was eerie.

Right?! Creeper guys on the prowl is always worth a call, IMO. Unfortunately the “tween girls are melodramatic/hysterical/untrustworthy” narrative was strong in my house at the time, but if nothing more, that experience taught me not to replicate that narrative with the kids/teens in my life.

The Rock & Roll “possession”

Terrifying, especially not being able to get in the car fast enough

I see stories in all kinds of houses and flats. maybe you just remember the ones in Victorians. I would say there are more in old farmhouses. And over the years I cant think of many stories with nonverbal children. The scariest stories are the ones where kids are VERY verbal. There are a lot in New Orleans tho.

Creaky Visitor

These are tremendous one paragraph stories. 

I used to live in Reno and sure do recognize that quality of Twilight darkness in that region of the Eastern Sierras. When the sun starts to go down and it’s during the Fall/Winter, it’s a heavy type of cold and blackness. Also your actual encounter, your instincts were correct to haul ass and get away from that…

Two short stories - both told to me by the folks it happened to in NYC, and for some reason I found super creepy.

1 - My friend “Mickey” had some time to kill one afternoon so he went into a well known midtown Irish pub for a pint of Guinness (or 2 or 3). As he is leaving the bar, he notices a disheveled older guy…

I’d like to think this guy was just a mean big brother type who had little sisters and knew exactly how to terrorise and scare them . But I agree that it’s the amount of time and effort that went into trying to find you that makes that theory not quite add up. My big bro would go to great lengths to get me or my…

This is the “F*ck you, Clown” of Halloween stories. (Every star to anyone who gets the reference.)

I find that is because no one knows the difference and it’s easier to classify a house as Victorian. Everyone knows what a Victorian is!

definitely not. and the edit really ties the room together, no?

Why,why,WHY do parents not listen when their kids tell them stuff like this?if either of my daughters had told me this story I'd have gone straight to the police.

Thank you for the great question! Anna was Steve’s wife. Oddly enough, I have no memory whatsoever of her; I do know she survived the crash, and I have to assume she was injured, but I honestly don’t know. I will ask my mom and see if I can get some clarity on that.