A few years ago, I had a great job: It was my first office job, and it was in my field of study. I got along great with all my colleagues, we had a lot of fun together, and I learned so much working there.

From ages four to fourteen, I lived in an old brick house in a college town in central Texas where almost everything was new construction. It was in a pretty ritzy part of town, and even there it stood out with its “circa 1925" bronze plaque next to the front door. My parents were professors at the local…

Over twenty years ago, my then-boyfriend and I booked a 3 week trip to South Africa. His childhood best friend was marrying a South African girl, and we would fly into Johannesburg to attend their wedding and then rent a car to travel around the country.

I posted this last year hours before the deadline. Doubt many people saw it so I thought I’d post again. Hope that’s cool.

I had a paper route. This was in the mid 1980’s. At the time I was a typical ten year old boy living in the suburbs of Cincinnati, Ohio. We lived in a two story house near the end of a cul-de-sac. My mom and dad and me. I’d taken over the paper route from a friend at the beginning of summer, thinking of earning some…

PS I am a like-minded snarky creative person, and I created a custom scary stories bingo card that would be hilarious for this year’s stories but I’m forever banished in gray space as I read much, comment infrequently. Can you help a gal out and make this bingo card visible so it can be shared? For now, my creative…

When I was a young girl my mother used to tell me these stories about a “shadow man” who at visited her at night when she was a kid. She said she’d often wake up with him standing next to her bed, or staring down at her. He was just a shadow in the shape of a man with no discernible features. She also tells me that…

My mom was the youngest of seven children. How all seven siblings and my two grandparents lived in their tiny little Northern Virginia house (with one tiny bathroom!), I’ll never comprehend, but it was a cute and cozy little place. There were four bedrooms in the house, so one bedroom went to my grandparents, one to…

When I was 10 my mom and I had to drive through the Colorado Rockies in the middle of the night. We were going home from a family reunion and on the last leg home crossing six states, she said we had enough money left for gas or to stay overnight in a hotel room, but not both. Everything on the trip had cost more than…

My mother told me last night that I need to tell you a “sweet” ghost story to counter the one above. I don’t think it’s particularly malevolent, but, hey ho. She’s the spiritual one in my family and she thinks I should cleanse the air. So, I’m going to tell you all a wee tale that her mother told her, many many years…

*Names changed for privacy*

I’m going to call this The Man In The Attic.

I have a few. All are short, and all are very recent. Before I start, I want to explain why I’m putting them together: I’m Caribbean and come from a long line of santeros and people who speak to the dead. I grew up accepting spirits as a normal part of life, but until my birthday this summer, I hadn’t had any…

The Chimes

Okay, this story isn’t necessarily scary, but it solidified my belief in supernatural spirits.

About eight years ago, my family and I took a trip to Boulder, CO. We found an awesome airBnB right on the outskirts of downtown Boulder. It was an old Victorian house that had been rehabbed and converted into three…

This happened to me 15 years ago while backpacking in Peru with a friend. There were a lot of backpackers in the region, and we quickly discovered a lot of them came with the sole intention of doing lots of drugs. We were both straight edge at the time so we generally avoided befriending these types. I think they…

Ever since I was little I would have weird dreams about things that had already happened that there was no way I would know about them. Like knowing the not common name of my great grandfather’s fishing buddy who died well before I was born.

I was really young when this story took place, only about four years old. It happened to my sister although I was in the house at the time. My father had just finished his law degree, and we had moved back to my parents hometown for him to start his articling process at a firm there. They were both young and…

“Back to Work”

I am the spooky friend. Like, I’m the friend people call when they have questions about the ghost in their attic or how to stop a streak of nightmares. So when my job booked our massive yearly work training at a notoriously haunted hotel, a few close work friends asked if we could hold a seance. After some thinking…

So this story is not really scary but it was creepy when it happened and I hope it never happens again.