I guess this is more creepy than scary or whatever.
I guess this is more creepy than scary or whatever.
The Voice from the Water
I am walking around my old school, which went from Pre-K through 12th grade. I hadn’t been there in years. I turn around and about ten feet away there’s a little white girl who wasn’t there before, with her head tilted to the side staring at me intently and completely silent. I stop abruptly and look around and…
It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving about 10 years ago. My spouse was still at work, and our two young daughters were off with my mom, who had picked them up after school. I walked into the kitchen after our dog greeted me at the door.
It’s early fall, 2017. We had just fully fenced and added gardens to our backyard, including a lovely fairy path on a narrow stretch of dirt that separated our property from the apartment complex next door. With tall grasses, flowers, and stepping stones it made a magical little space that my daughter loved to run…
Let me just preface this by saying I’m not a writer so please bear with me…
As an anxious child, I’d wake up several times overnight to use the bathroom. This happened so often and for so long that my parents forbid me from turning on the lights because it would wake them up.
I live in Wales, and the Welsh word for grandfather is Tadcu. My daughter has sadly never known either of her grandfathers as they passed away before she was born. My father had polio as a child, and as a consequence lived with a very pronounced limp for the rest of his life, having to wear an orthopaedic shoe.…
I’ve written about the house I live in before (https://jezebel.com/1849648358). It’s the family home, built just after WWII. It’s been haunted and had weird things happen in and around it my whole life.
Back in the early aughts, I had been dating my now-husband for a few months. We drove out to my parents’ house, where my sister and her three children were also visiting for the day. My sister’s youngest daughter was probably about 3 at the time. My boyfriend went outside to have a cigarette, and the kids were playing…
So, I lost my best friend Pete. He was my grade level partner at the school where we taught, my professional and personal sounding board. Pete knew how to reveal my insecurities as paper tigers (when he wasn’t inciting them) and gently mock me until I relinquished my bad moods. We recited poems, debated about cynical…
Long ago, before everyone had dating apps on their phone, us gay boys would sit at our desktop computers and try and meet guys for sex on sites like Manhunt and DudesNude.
My story is more unnerving than scary, but it is true, DOES involve a ghost, and has totally changed my understanding of spirits and what the hell they’re up to.
I’ve replied a few times in the comments here (usually in the “best of” haunted posts). The place I work at is famously haunted. It’s been on every “true” ghost show on TV. If anyone works there for any length of time they’ve heard something or seen something. In fact, one of my bosses (who I’m very fond of and who…
About five years ago I lived in a neighborhood called Hillcrest, right above downtown San Diego. My wife, daughter and I were living in a tiny one bedroom apartment that looked like it had once been part of a larger house that got subdivided. We liked that apartment a lot. We had a little L shaped garden out of our…
This would have been in the early 2000’s, right after I graduated high school, in the Philadelphia suburbs. My best friend at the time was living in a converted attic above his dad’s house. We were hanging out and drinking a bit when he told me about an older man named John who had passed away in the house before my…
This story is from my sister. I’ve known about it since it happened, and finally got her to write it out in all its glory, so I can share.
Yikes! This story made me remember the same kind of awful housing situation I was in my junior fall. Miraculously, a room opened up in my sorority house and I only had to stay there four days. I wouldn’t have survived it months.
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