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So, I know this one isn’t a big deal, but I haven’t liked writing / revisiting it, and am kinda glad I’m posting super late so maybe it won’t really get seen and I won’t get in trouble with who/whatever was in that fucking house.

One of my professors told me about a house he had lived in that was so severely haunted that one day his wife said she just couldn’t stay there and didn’t want the kids to stay there anymore and they’d have to move back in with family (I can’t remember particulars as this story was told to me around ten years ago) and

I disagree, and not just because I posted a non-scary story myself. I enjoy reading the heart warming brushes with the supernatural. They aren’t in contention for the actual contest but I enjoy them just the same. 

Probably a bit late, and has no real narrative structure. (Thank goodness.)

Not sure if my story fits in here, but it still gives me the creeps all these years later, so thought I’d share it.

My god, what a nightmare.

Not my story, but my Mother’s (and my Aunts). I have permission to relay.

That “somebody’s watching me” feeling (shoutout to Rockwell!) is awful. I went to college at a large university that is known for its beautiful campus. But it was so beautiful because it was full of trees, creeks, secret paths, etc., i.e. lots of places with little to no light at night. I had a “late” class (I think

I used to stay later than everyone else at the office, too. I’ve posted about it before. It always sounded like someone was coming down the hall when everyone was already long gone for the day. The footsteps always stopped right outside my office door and I’d look up, expecting to see someone there but there was never

BEACHTOWN

Here are a few of my spooky encounters over the years:
-One summer when I was in law school, I worked at a small law firm whose offices were in a 100+ year old house. It was a very small firm, and the offices of the attorneys, paralegal, and assistants were spread out over the whole house. And I knew every person that

There was someone in the other job when I was laid off. She quit a few months later and my friend, who was already on contract there, took her job. But don't worry. I was doing my actual dream job in a museum that wasnt super haunted despite being built on an actual graveyard by then. 

I’ve also been man-handled by a ghost on a staircase. At the Hemingway House in (Pauline Pfeiffer)Key West, my husband saw a photograph of Martha Gelhorn which is who Ernest left the lady of the house we stood in for and apparently she died of shock in that house and my husband commented on how much I look like her

I look forward to this all year! Nothing brings the spooks quite like this community. I’ve thought about writing up my story for years now, but I always put it off. The first part is mine, and the second part happened to my best friend, who I can vouch for - she doesn’t really believe in the paranormal, but can’t

I started Googling “Jezebel scary stories 2022" every day the last week of September so I didn’t miss it.

My mom’s *crazy*.

In the greys, late, but fuck it.

We moved into a new to us house 6 months ago. There are 2 large bedrooms upstairs, and 2 small bedrooms on the main floor. My husband and I take one of the upstairs bedrooms and our 2 year old daughter is in the other. Since moving in, she’s been a bad sleeper - up several times during the night, sometimes crying,

A few evenings ago, my three-year old son was staring past me with a furrowed brow and asked who was the scary lady with black hair who lived in the bookcase? I damn near pissed myself. I looked and nothing was there, fortunately. He asked again last night who was the dark lady in the bookshelf, and my blood ran cold.

It’s the 80s it’s Halloween on a weekday and I, being the oldest and a girl, am responsible for taking 2 younger brothers trick or treating, along with 2 young sons of my parents’ friends. My parents and the kids’ parents are at our house playing cards and and smoking cigarettes.