Oh hell yeah. My husband and I had a German Shepherd who was smart and loyal, and after saving our lives a few times in various scrapes, she was counted as a fully fledged adult member of our family, and was treated like a princess of her kind. She had her own purpose bought microfibre couch, and she slept on the end…

A few years ago, my husband and I decided on a whim to go on a Halloween weekend ghost tour hosted by a local historical group. A few stops into the tour, we realized it was going to be more historic than scary, and we weren't allowed to go into many of the buildings on the tour as they were private residences, which…

I have lots of ghost stories, especially from the Ouija board adventures in my high school, but I've told those before elsewhere, so I'm going to share some of my older sisters' stories from my hometown. Here's #1.

I love this thread. The 'just try to smile' one and the winner last year were great.
True story - My mom grew up in the country - off the paved road, turn left at the mountain, middle of nowhere in Arkansas country. When she was about 8 and one of my uncles was 10, her mother decided to bake one evening. She realized…

This just happened last month. We all have a bit of "second sight" in our family. I woke up one morning and an old Catholic hymn was running through my head, and I thought it was strange because I don't attend mass anymore and it's not a hymn that is on the modern church frequent playlist these days.

This is why I joke about starting a business for folks who are house-hunting and don't want to buy a haunted house. I would come over with a kid and a dog, and if the dog started barking at a corner, or if the kid said they met a girl who lived in the closet who wanted to be her friend forever, then don't put a bid on…

When my older sister was born my parents moved into a small house and in that house the laundry room was right across the kitchen table. So my sister would often be seen waving and staring and giggling while looking into the laundry room. This behavior continued for a long time and when she could finally talk they…

As a devout reader of this annual feature, lemme tell ya, the sleep paralysis stories may have perfectly reasonable explanations but they are still creepy. as. hell.

We were camping once, driving through some city, my dad was driving, my mom on the passenger seat, and I was kneeling behind them leaning on the boot that separated the truck from the camper. It was evening, not full dark. We weren't really talking and my mom was looking out her wind when she screams, "Oh, God. Oh, my…

Several years back, we got a rescue pup. Now rescue pup (RP) had a tendency to bark for attention, never sat still and was 100% fearless (no, seriously. He tried to make friends with a working lawnmower. Fucking fearless). Right around the time RP turned one, he still was fearless, barked for attention and had…

I grew up in northeastern PA, which is notable for many things. One of them isn't, necessarily, Knoebel's Amusement Resorts. This is a tiny park in the middle of nowhere; if you've heard of it at all, you're either a local or a serious roller coaster buff, as it has a very old wooden coaster called the Phoenix.

This may not qualify but it was pretty terrifying at the time.

I have two stories, but I'll type the shorter one for now.

When I was little, I used to wake up in the middle of the night and go into my parents room and sleep next to my mom. One night when I was about 5 or 6, I had this really really vivid dream where I woke up scared, and went into my mom's room to sleep with her. When I went in, however, there were a set of parents on…

I don't have a scary story, but I'm OH SO EXCITED you guys are doing this!!!

Mine would be about from my childhood home.

This one's my favourite so far: The Haunted Vibrator.

I'll start by professing that I am one of the most skeptical people you'd ever meet. I pretty much don't believe in anything and ghost stories normally make me roll my eyes.

My house has a history of spooky but mostly explainable events (there was a breeze! kind of things) but this one... well, I've got nothing:

This makes me feel better about what I used to do. It started with Barbie coming home early from work as a veterinarian or whatever it was that day to find Ken on the top floor of the Barbie dream house in flagrante with Teresa. And then escalated to my favorite game of all time which was I would cut up all the…