I never felt like anyone/anything wanted to hurt me, but I was always a little wary because it just wasn’t “normal”. I feel like whatever was in the house switched up its energy like it was having different moods. It was a very old, but childish energy if you get me.

I love that the “little boy ghost” was actually helping you to “fly” instead of trying to entice you to badly hurt yourself. Or—and this just occurred to me—maybe he was malicious, and it was a different set of hands around your ribcage keeping you safe.

I’ve read about this absolute, unnatural silence before from others. I can imagine how utterly startling that must feel. And I say ‘feel’, because I imagine you can feel the silence, not just ‘hear’ it. I sure do wonder what in the world causes that.

When I had just turned 6 years old, my family moved from our home town to a larger suburb in a state several hours away. I was still 5 when my parents took me with them to look at the house they would end up buying, and while we were walking through, the little girl whose parents were selling the house invited me to…

“The sleep watcher” from this article targeted a house I shared with six other girls in Halifax. At least we think it was the same guy, this happened about 8 years before this guy was caught. It was truly terrifying. One night we found a ladder he left outside my friend’s window… she heard a noise at the window and…

In early 2022, my father-in-law passed away. And although he was a 20-year stroke survivor, it cost us all off-guard.

All three of us clearly heard someone sneeze a few feet away from us.

Its always the most grounded stories that give me the biggest case of nopes.

1996 - Chicago suburbs - I was a scrawny 14 yr old boy. My sister and I were home alone - she was in her bedroom on the other side of the house. I was doing homework at our kitchen table facing a floor to ceiling window facing the backyard. It was already dark outside, which meant the window was basically a mirror…

When I was 14, I went camping with my Boy Scout troop in the mountains in summer time. This was in a campground with several sites you could rent, each separated by each other by some distance and trees - and with a common outhouse building at some remove. For our site, it was up a trail about a quarter-mile or so…

Fuuuuuuuucccckkkkkkk.

The Watcher

I remember this one from last year. Yes.  Good story.

Spooky! Sounds familiar, did you submit this in the comments last year?

This story belongs to my dad, but I was present for it- albeit in my mom’s belly. My dad worked transporting buses across the country and taking odd jobs for a big part of his twenties, and by the time he married my mom, he’d experienced more strange happenings than the average person. But this story happened in his…

When I was in fourth grade, my mom and I moved a few hours away to live with my grandma. I was an only child and painfully shy; all my friends had been my friends since forever, and I had no idea how to talk to these new kids at school.

In 2005 I spent the majority of the summer hitchhiking. I had just graduated from college and wanted to try something completely unfamiliar to me, and I insisted on making it a challenge. I lugged everything I had in two large backpacks, one carried on my back and the other on my front, filled with…

Scientology :

In the August of 2012 my dad killed himself. Earlier in the year he’d had open heart surgery and was never quite the same after. Then he broke his jaw and a business partner screwed him over in a major way. He’d struggled with mental health issues for years but all those things combined broke his spirit. In July it…

I grew up in a small town in central Illinois surrounded by miles of corn fields in every direction, broken only by the interstate to the east. Class sizes hovered around 80, and it wasn’t unusual to invite half the class to parties. This was especially true for kids who lived on the outskirts of town or out in the…