Same here! I literally read every single comment every year, even the ones posted after the cutoff date. Then I read all of the comments on the winner pages to read additional stories posted! XD

I have a treasure trove of weird stories. I’m “that friend” for ghost problems, bad ju-ju in your house, all that stuff. I did college ghost hunting (which went well in hand with being a reinactor — you get a good sense for the historical and the legendary, and you learn what stuff could be plausible in old houses as…

I know you don’t want to dox yourself, but I’m also curious where this story takes place. We have a lot of these “secret cemeteries” in Colorado, also. Usually they were for pioneer families and were forgotten and abandoned many decades ago.

Calling the cops would have made sense, but I don’t think he did. Like I said, colorful life? Maybe he felt like she hadn’t harmed or even threatened him and he wasn’t a snitch? I’d have to ask my mom if either of them thought to call the cops.

People tell you he may have been “just checking out the house” as though that’s not a sketchy thing to do? Should we expect tradespeople to wander through our houses, exploring all the floors, opening hard-to-open doors because they’re just curious? Bloody hell.

I didn’t tell my mom until I was an adult. She felt guilty that I was put in this situation. Growing up my siblings and I were often left alone with different workers in our homes because they were often still under construction in some way or we were in the process of moving. I look back and think it was insane, but…

Not exactly scary and will probably get stuck in the greys (can I please be ungreyed?) but here goes:

This reminds me of something that happened to me! My parents house has a back deck door that is basically just a giant window with blinds covering it. One day my parents were out and I was hanging out downstairs in the living room (where the deck door is) and I heard a light scraping on the window part of the door. It…

This story is 100% true... to the point that I have written about it twice and been published in my local newspaper. There are credible witnesses to whom I have personally spoken and from what I hear, even recorded evidence on a cell phone.

I’m a little late, but I wanted to share some stories my dad told me about his experiences with djinn in India. I’m pretty sure every Muslim kid loves a good djinn story and I’m no exception, but hope you all enjoy it too.

Back in college, I spent a semester abroad studying in New Zealand. Over one weekend, some girlfriends and I decided to book an overnight horse trek with a company just outside the city on the south island where we all went to school. The company offered an hours-long ride to a small, secluded beach where we would…

Several years ago, I had a run in with a relatively famous ghost in Key West, Florida. I was visiting a friend who lived in Southern Florida and was a spirit world aficionado. We were also with her fiancé, who was a skeptic. She booked a ghost tour for us, which was the kind of silly tourist thing I love. I wasn’t…

Dear folks that are worried their comments will never be seen, I am reading them and I am sure folks like me are reading them too. I truly appreciate all of your stories and they genuinely scare me. Your efforts are not for nothing, YOUR RANDOM STORIES ARE MY FAVOURITE. Thank you! Keep it up. With much love, me. And…

Awww.... that’s so sad. Poor Jay.

I’ve been meaning to share this story for years but I always got in too late. Hopefully I’m in time this year, although there are already 500+ comments and even more in moderation. Oh, well. Onward!

Not paranormal or supernatural at all, and in the end more funny than scary, but it was extremely scary at the moment it happened...

Growing up my family moved a lot. All within the same town. My parents had their own business building custom homes and for our family they would build a nice house and we would live in it until it sold. By the time I was 18 I had moved 30 times, mostly in the same town. Just from house to house. I mention this because…

My Mexican grandmother is a devoutly Catholic woman who is close friends with her priest and has spent decades giving communion at Sunday mass. Her life revolves around church. This is to say, she’s not one to mess with any unholy shit.

I posted this story last year, but I was sort of late in my submission and it ended up buried about 5,000 comments down. Now, two days into the contest and there’s already 365 comments! Well, here’s hoping it gets seen this year.

This happened when I was around 13 or 14. My dad had recently passed away, so it was just me, my mom, and my 5-years-younger brother. After my dad died, my mom became really adamant about always keeping the doors locked all the time, even though we lived in a safe, quiet neighborhood in a safe, quiet Alaskan town. I…