I have a reaaaaaal hard time believing the robbers beared any resemblance to John Henson whatsoever, other than the fact that they may have also been black. The man is seven feet tall. Getting robbed sucks, but don’t try to sugarcoat this...

Asking what time you close is suspicious? Sounds like this person needs a new line of work in that case. I would imagine a large number of the phone calls they receive are that exact question.

How exactly did they “bear a resemblance” to Henson? You realize he’s 7 feet tall right? I know people aren’t great at guessing height, but when you see a 7 foot tall person it’s pretty obvious they don’t look like a 6 foot tall person.

What kind of criminal would ring the door bell? If it was really closed, wouldn’t a criminal just break in and steal shit? He had the actions of someone acting like they wanted to buy stuff, not like he wanted to steal.

I had a similar experience. My husband and our son and I moved into an old townhouse in the Rittenhouse area of Philadelphia. Always seemed colder than it should be, weird smells, just uncomfortable vibe at times. One night, I wake up with a jolt and see something descending from the ceiling above our heads, coming…

My grandfather in 80’s Romania: everything was rationalized, bread, oil, butter, meat especially. So the black market flourished. He was shopping in the local market one day and some guy approached him. Apparently he sold pork for fairly decent prices. My grandfather followed him though narrow alleys and abandoned…

Queen of creepy comin at ya with yet another story cuz I can’t stop. This is not a ghost story and is the real deal. Slight name changed for anonymity.

Ouija board stories totally freak me out. My mom always warned me to never use one because of a bad experience her friend had a teenager and I listened. I still have a story though!

I’ve been waiting years to tell this story on this thread, from waaaaaay back when I was a nameless lurker. (well I still kind of am :))

AND my second one. This was the most terrifying night of my life:

That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Lambies to the rescue!

I work at a school that is haunted. Every few years, we have to do purification rituals because weird things start to happen. Things move around and we start to see the ghost kids and evil ghost nun. The nun has icy blue eyes while the kids don’t have eyes. Just dark pits where their eyes should be.

It’s a widely accepted fact in my parents’ neighborhood that their house is haunted. Mostly because of the gruesome double murder of the original owners a few decades ago, and a few other deaths, but also because of all the weird noises older houses make. Even now, it’s really hard for my parents to get a house sitter…

Okay, so this year I can participate since the main player who would be scandalized by airing the laundry has passed. As background, my mother had me in her late thirties and her mother in turn had her in her late thirties. My mother was the youngest of eight children and had brothers much older than she, which is how…

This didn’t happen to me.

I’ ve always been weary of the supernatural, anxious to find a reason behind the phenomenon, if only to keep myself from getting too scared. I have no logical explanation for what happens in my house. When we moved in, my oldest was 2. His bedroom closet has a small door in the back leading to the attic. My husband…

Well, this will be far at the bottom, and it’s barely a ghost story anyway. My condo was built in the turn of the last century, it has VERY little sound dampening and I constantly hear my upstairs neighbors. There were definitely times when I heard voices and woke up to nothing. One time, I thought I heard my…

YAY, I’m so excited! Anyways, I don’t know if this is scary but it creeped me out.

Third-hand story here (2 generations removed) - per my memory of a story my father told regarding my grandfather. My father is from a tropical country and grew up in relative squalor (no electricity or plumbing, etc.). Similarly, my grandfather grew up when the jungle was even less populated and there was very little…

I’m pretty sure I’ve never shared these stories here. Apologies if I have!