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God, dating in DC sucks.

I 100% believe that our dead loved ones contact us in various ways. My mom and I were very close, and she died under mysterious circumstances when I was 21. I have had several experiences since then that I believe are ways she has reached out to me.
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I spent the night before my mom’s funeral at my grandfather’s (her…

i love this so much, i keep re-reading it days later

i have something of an update to my report from last year. i’m an atheist and a skeptic, but part of being a good skeptic is looking fairly and honestly at all the evidence. probably this can all be explained by some weird instance of sleep disruption, but there’s enough weirdness to it to make an avowed…

Same exact thing happened to me with my grandparents who died 3 months apart. This dream almost sounds exactly like my dream. I was also pushed out of the dream and told I had to go. Being pushed out feels as if you are dropped from a plane without a parachute.

I want to meet your Gram and have her tell me my death. Have you asked about your own?

When I was 13, my friends and I decided it would be fun to use a Ouija board because we were rebellious geniuses. The old, secluded farmhouse we were staying at doubled as my friend’s parents’ business: hospice house on the first floor, family residence on the second. I don’t remember much about actually interacting…

My grandmother was known in our family as “the psychic,” which was always said half-jokingly, but in truth she always freaked us out with the things she knew. Sometimes it was sweet and cute - we would take turns trying to surprise her with birthday or Christmas gifts, only to have her rightly guess what it was before…

When I started out I was working in Chicago as a night editor at a production/post house. The building the company was situated in was an old 7 story (I think, forget the exact number) place that survived the Chicago mafia’s heyday. The place had exposed brick walls, the A/C was obviously added later as it was just…

I’d heard mumblings growing up of a strange incident involving my family and a famous murder, but my grandma refused to discuss it and I knew better than to ask around. After my great-aunt died and left behind 200 pages of memoirs, I finally got the full story.

I might be a little late considering the 804 comments ahead of me but...

I was napping in our guest room one Monday morning when I woke up to hearing someone running up and down the stairs, and the swishing of track pants. ‘Give me five minutes Daniel,’ I said, assuming it was my son. Then I sat up with a start - it was Monday. My son was in school. The footsteps and swishing continued. I…

This isn’t my story, personally, but it’s one that has kicked around my family for so long that it definitely feels like it’s mine. It’s been told and re-told, but I do think that the central details are very solid.

Not so much scary, but definitely creepy, and a legendary story in my family.

When I was in my early twenties, I drove my friend to the hospital after his dad had a heart attack. I stuck around with him waiting for news, and we were sitting outside the hospital on the curb when the strangest thing happened.

This is a bit of a long one, sorry.

I love this! My favorite time of the year. Okay here goes.

Growing up I had a piece of quartz that I would take everywhere for some reason. When I was about 7, I left it at my paternal grandmother’s house. She lived several states away so I went several months without it until she came to visit and brought it with her. Eventually I put it in a drawer and forgot about it. She…