I grew up in a small town on an Indian reservation. Most houses in this town (old rundown project houses) had creepy histories and stories. Some worse than others. One house stood out in particular.

That’s my house!

Reminds me of my shittiest job as a paper deliveryman — they’re delivered between 1 AM and 6 AM around here, so it’s not a job for teens. Poor pay, bad weather and lots of unpleasant drunkards. Still, there was one address that was downright eerie, but in a good way: an over 100-year apartment building where one…

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…

Before I met my partner, I went on road trips by myself a couple times a year, usually to remote places. Sometimes friends expressed concern for my safety, but I relished the solitude and thrill of navigating new places on my own.

“Oh that place’ll never rent...”

I thought about submitting this story last year, but truthfully, it felt too fresh in my mind. Even now, over a year later, I still feel a pit in my stomach when I think about it.

I wake up to the sound of the toddler babbling in his bed in the next room over. My phone informs me it’s 7:15 AM. Saturday. A sliver of sunlight creeps around the window curtain’s edge. A slight turn of my head to see my husband snoring softly in the warm space next to me. A little flutter in my heart, love,…

Imiñauraḳ

Absolutely no part of this story is exaggerated, and I still don’t know what to make of it. Until I was five, I was raised in a teeny tiny town. My small neighborhood was more like a compound, where all of the people who worked in the clinic next door lived. There was a big garden in the middle of the neighborhood…

Several years ago, I lived on the first floor of an old triple decker. I shared the place with several roommates and things were usually pretty normal. We did have ghosts, but THAT seemed normal after awhile too for some reason. Plates rattling? Just the ghosts. Something not where you left it? Ghosts.

Ok, I live for these every year but never post because nothing super spoopy has ever happened to me. But there was one time. I had moved to a house on Alki (West Seattle) because this was the time where rent prices were literally doubling every year, but West Seattle was a little bit of a reprieve. I found a 2 bedroom…

We live on a short, dead-end street and we got to know many of our neighbours through our foster dogs that we had to walk from the far end of the street to the corner every time we’d take the dogs for walks.

This happened in November last year. The only positive I have been able to take away from it is that I finally have something for this story contest, because I definitely cannot afford to move!

When I was in college in the early 90's, I shared an apartment with a friend of mine in northern Alabama. Small, cotton town, with lots of large plantation homes scattered throughout our county. We lived in the Pryor Manor, right off of the courthouse square. The house was probably close to 150 years old. The Pryors…

Maybe it was an 80's-90's thing to not talk about death in schools. My school as a child saw one family be decimated in a car crash - 1 parent, 1 grand parent and 2 of 3 kids dead - and there was only a brief announcement about it. Maybe they silently planted a tree, dedicated to the family - I can’t remember. The…

The last time I read any of these it was 2016! I’ve got two stories: one eerie, one nice.

No Running (in the Hall)

Hmmm... my sister once told us that she went into my parent’s guesthouse, where she was living at the time, middle of the day and there, floating near the ceiling was a *person made only of white light.*

When I was a kid, my parents were thinking about moving us from a big city to a nearby more rural state, to save money, be near better schools, and be closer to my mom’s brother. So one day, we made the few hour drive north as a family to look at a house my mom had found in a small town near my uncle. It was a…