chaoticinsomniac
ChaoticInsomniac
chaoticinsomniac

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I’m sitting here in my office with tears in my eyes. This is such a sweet story and every single one of us who have lost our beloved fur babies can relate. We lost our Macky about six years ago - he was almost 16, so we knew it was coming. He died in our house, and we have subsequently moved. Part of me feels like we

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Also, just noticed your handle... I’ve joked I’m living in a miniature, tame version of Rose Red before :-D

When In New Orleans

When In New Orleans

I’ve got one I call “Old Gray Thing” that I always forget to post. It was a paranormal encounter but I’m still not sure what exactly it was, and I’ve always been curious if anyone else has seen one too. I’m doxxing myself if anyone I know reads this, but here goes nothing...

When I was 14 I worked in a doll shop on the first floor of an old colonial house.

You forgot to include the line after the unnecessary description of the house layout “This will be very important later, trust me.”

I had an odd experience the year after our Golden Retriever Lucy died.

I say ‘our’ because we originally got Lucy as a puppy for our kids, but she was really ‘my’ dog - I named her, and when I would get home from work I would call out, “Lucy I’m home!” in my best Ricky Ricardo voice, and she would come running to greet

Two creepy moments to share:

My best good boy ever died last summer and I was pretty heartbroken, although he was nearly 16 and a larger dog, so it wasn’t unexpected. Even still, he’d been my bestie for all those years and I got him right when I started college, so he’d been through some shit with me and I missed him. I distinctly remember having

I used to live in Scotland with my ex fiance. I met him about six months after his mother had passed away, and his father had died of a heart attack when he was a teenager, and he was an only child. So at the time, we lived in his family home. He had let his apartment in Glasgow go and moved back there for the time

Aww! That’s a lovely story! I have a dog story too. When I was a kid, we had a spaniel. He was called sparky, and he was very protective of me, I guess because I am disabled and and only child. It was just him and me for most of my childhood. He died when I was 20, he had cancer so had to be pts. I was heartbroken...

I do not want to scare you any more than you are but the 3:30 a.m. shit is particularly bad and suggests that the paranormal activity might not be caused by a human ghost (“incarnate energy” sounds like a kind euphemism to me...but those things usually don’t go away with ordinary house cleansings).

What is it with weirdos auditioning to be in the new Joe Hill collection? This is straight out of Best New Horror! Eek!

SCARY STORY TIME!

Our pet dog passed away unexpectedly late last year. We grieved and were despondent for months. It literally felt like there was a gray pall over us.

I’m not a believer in ghosts or the afterlife or the supernatural, but horror comes in many forms. I used to take my toddler to and from daycare on the train. I always enjoyed those trips, but one evening something happened on our return trip that had me so frightened I was almost in tears. My daughter was a very

I love stories that end with “They said a small prayer and the ghost/spirit/tormented soul left.” I’ll try to remember that if I’m ever visited by the paranormal.