Hi friends. In years past, I have always submitted (late, sorry!) my story about getting lost in middle school, getting lost in the woods and accidentally finding myself in a Haunt, where Jason leaned, smoking, against a tree and helped my poor, young teacher find her way out of the (fake) haunt and back to our camp.

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This isn’t really scary and I’m certain there’s an explanation but it threw me for a loop at the time. It certainly isn’t going to be in the running for a prize, I just felt like sharing it as a supernatural-adjacent story.

No Running (in the Hall)

I went through every inch of that mental hospital while I was there. I found old patient underwear in a locker (bags of it, intended for new patients). I found restraints. I found a dental chair with restraints. I went through the morgue. I found one patient report. A twin, and the report went on about how she must ve…

One night, toward the end of our project, an extra slips away and I and a few others are sent to find him. The building is old and dangerous, and we have given strict orders to keep people from going exploring. Johnny didn’t listen. I check the upstair surgery suites, and don’t find him. My team and I regroup on that…

The friend who is my ride has all the power and the keys. I am at the mercy of their schedule. Two days in, the day after my humiliation by the morgue, they declare it is time for a shower, and we take a break and leave.

Years ago, I worked on a movie being shot in an abandoned mental hospital. We worked round the clock, sleeping there for several nights. I am a skeptic. But I can’t explain the many things that happened there. It took me awhile to talk about this one.

When I was 10 my mom and I had to drive through the Colorado Rockies in the middle of the night. We were going home from a family reunion and on the last leg home crossing six states, she said we had enough money left for gas or to stay overnight in a hotel room, but not both. Everything on the trip had cost more than…

The Red House

You can’t blame everything on the cats

Back in high school, my parents were strict about my curfew and driving long distances. I thought it was lame then, but I would not drive 2 hours with a 17 year old behind the wheel now.

This story is true, but names have been changed to protect my password verification questions.

Years ago, I was living in an apartment with my cat Coco. We lived there happily many years, but I wanted a dog too so I bought a house with a yard. Being an old fellow, Coco was upset by the move and was especially freaked…

Super excited to see Jezebel picking up those ice-cold Fandom Wank takes from over a decade ago. Good times.

I wish I had a ghost story because I love them (although I’m too much of a scaredy cat to seek anything like that out). But this is the most terrifying thing that ever happened to me.

I used to work in a very remote town, while living in my hometown 30 miles away. I was 20 and my Dad had just secured me my very first car to make the commute, it was a mid 1990’s Thunderbird with oxidizing paint, leaked every fluid I put into it, and had shitty gas mileage. Needless to say I was in love.

I wonder if it was even your mom. I had a similar experience when I was in kindergarten and it’s never left my mind. My mom worked crazy shifts when I was little and we lived with my grandma, my dad and my sister. Sometimes my mom or grandma would get me up and ready for school depending on who was available.

FINALLY!!! I have been waiting all year for this!! Here is my story.

I was raised Southern Baptist. We didn’t tell ghost stories around the campfire growing up. We told possession stories. And we believed in them because demons are biblical. I remember having lively debates with my friends about the biblical case for demons and how not believing in them means you don’t believe…

I have been waiting for this thread all year! These will probably doxx me to anyone who knows me/my family, but they’re too good not to share.