I really love this story. I’m sad to think of what happened to that little boy in this world to end his life and banish him to that stairwell. :*( I hope he's found peace and is in a better place now. 

As soon as the post goes up I read oldest to newest first, and then every time I load it I read newest to oldest. And toward the end of the month I spin through most popular just to see if I missed any that turned out to be gems. I always miss a few in the middle of where I get stopped but its my tried and true method…

“That Time I Took a Spirit on a Trip to Michaels”

I’ve got a scary story. About 4 times I’ve come back to this tab that I have kept open the whole time and the most dreaded thing has happened. The page has been reloaded and sent me back to the top.

Since it sounds like you’re near the area, y’all might be interested in Cave Without A Name, in Boerne north of San Antonio. Pre-pandemic, they’d have chamber music concerts in one part of the cave.

Ill add another one just because it’s fun!

My encounters with ghosties:

When I was little, we used to vacation a lot with my mother’s brother and his family. His girls and I were about the same age, my eldest cousin ‘Jane’ being 2 years older than me. One holiday weekend, the grown-ups rented a house near the beach called Christopher’s. It was a beautiful two-story house with a pool off…

This happened in 1999 in my Chicago suburb. I was 17 (guy) home alone on a week night - maybe 8pm or so - it was dark out. My dog was in the backyard barking and growling, which was not usual, but happened from time to if there was a squirrel or rabbit in the yard. I opened the door to my dog intently staring out to…

Disclaimer- I shared this last year after the submission deadline. My story is by far the creepiest and most random thing that has ever happened to me but I acknowledge it is definitely not the scariest of the bunch. However I do want to share again and would love to hear thoughts on what this could have been.

Years ago, I housesat for my sister and her husband when they went off on their honeymoon. My boyfriend at the time was out of town, so it was just me and my sister’s two large boxers. It was in a suburban neighborhood, but their house sat at the edge of the neighborhood, next to a grove of hazelnut trees that then…

There’s something downstairs.

Oh my gosh, I can’t wait to visit New Orleans!

IT WAS NOT YOU.

Please seek outside support. Your folks, a group, therapy, anywhere where you can get opinions and buttressing that aren’t dependent on him.

Poor Shaw! They should name that street after him.

Oooo chills. Little imp followed you home.

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…

I absolutely love New Orleans and have been 3 times, but always missed JazzFest. My partner has never been, and we made all the travel arrangements to go to JazzFest 2020. Then COVID-19 happened. Your post made me miss NOLA so much, I can’t wait till I can go back and to see my partner experience it. I don’t think…