Warning – Domestic Violence

Here is my story. I am a hunter and one morning when I was about 17 years old I drove myself out alone to hunt deer at a small farm I had permission to hunt on. This morning was really foggy and the farm was in a valley that seemed to collect all of the fog really thick. I get there an hour or so before daybreak there…

As my parents gave me more freedom and independence so they could enjoy themselves as adults I was often left at home to do homework, talk on the phone, or as I was wont to do: listen to Van Halen. In the spring of 1980, at 13, we lived on the West Bank military base across the Mississippi river from New Orleans. My…

I just talked to my husband and the historic house is a duplex and the four cats my husband tends there live in the section where there is now a ceiling cutting off a staircase halfway through. The cats’ human said that one day he saw what looked like someone walking through the ceiling up the stairs and because the…

In my Sophomore year of high school, my family moved into a house we would later learn was known as “The Mafia House” due to a former owner who boasted about having worked for the mob. It was a small town where people left their keys in their car at night, so the FOUR alarm systems might have proved he was hiding out…

Halloween night, early 2000's. My wife, a couple of friends and I decide to take a haunted tour of a historical house in our area. We get there, the tour begins. For the most part it’s just the normal historical stuff about the owners and the grounds.

(Late submission last year, cleaned up a bit. I apologize if it falls into the “long” category, but no effusive descriptions I promise):

Not my story, but my father’s story.

Not supernatural, but scary (and true) as fuck. This has been on my mind after the stories of that young woman killed by someone who worked at her apartment complex.

There have been several recent episodes of the wonderful Jim Harold’s Campfire with stories of ghosts from the future meeting ghosts of the past aka time slips appearing as strange hauntings. Time seems like a very funny thing that we cannot fully understand. 

This isn’t really scary, but it still shook me up, and has stayed with me.

My senior year of college I rented a ramshackle off-campus house with 4 friends. Our landlord had bought the house for his daughter while she was in college but completely neglected it after her graduation even though he was renting it out. When we arrived during the last days of the summer we were met with a…

My mom grew up in a small farm in the middle-of-nowhere northwestern Minnesota. Her dad died before I was born, but I regularly visited her mom (my grandmother) still living at the farm, until she passed when I was a teenager. My grandmother was the prototypical Great Depression-forged Midwest farm wife of Norwegian…

Here is a short one that is nonetheless creepy - file this under “Kids Say the Darndest Things!” - While sitting around the dinner table with my husband, our daughter (age 3), and our son (a little less than 1), our daughter says, “I have a friend who lives in my voice and talks for me. Sometimes my friend doesn’t…

DUDE. My friend is a witch and I told her how much I love ghosts and she’s like, “well yeah, I can see your entourage” and then peaced out. I still all the time want to know who or what makes up my ghostly entourage. I have to assume they’re chill and don’t bother me in my apartment. 

I’ll preface this by saying I’m a skeptic-as much as I’d like supernatural things to exist, I find it hard to believe. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for what I encountered, but that doesn’t stop it from being the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

Apparently I’m sharing more? OK.

So I spent a lot of time growing up in my grandma’s haunted house where she still lives. When she first moved in (iirc) all the walls were dark brown or black and there were pictures of people in coffins hanging up. My grandma had no time for that nonsense so she just threw all the…

I have two contributions. I’ll start with the one that still creeps me out a couple decades later.

I was probably 16-18 years old, spending the night at my grandparents’. My room was at the beginning of a long hallway, and was right next to the hall bathroom. My grandparents’ rooms (they slept separately) were at the…

The Ghost Children

When I was a little girl, we lived in a busy little seaport town in New England. Most of the houses in my neighborhood were built in the late 18th and early 19th century and were owned by sea captains and the like. When I was in seventh grade I was friends with the weirdos and we enjoyed doing our own thing, which…