Seriously. So much shit can happen because we’re worried about being rude. The Gift of Fear by Gavin de Becker changed my life.

I’d never heard of BEK before, so that was a good intro. Kids are creepy as fuck anyway.

I’ve had a couple weird encounters over the years, but this was definitely the most uniquely bizarre.

As a “ghost story” mine is very tame, but I’m not a believer in the paranormal and this is the one thing that has ever made me go “Well, that is weird.”

My only encounter with something eerie happened 2 years ago. I had just undergone an appendectomy, and was staying at my then boyfriend’s apartment to recuperate. I was sleeping on the couch downstairs at that time because it was easier and more comfortable to positon myself. My boyfriend had always joked that his…

I was actually disappointed when I’d gotten to the last story, in the same way I’m disappointed by the the last Game of Thrones episode of a season.

My goodness...watched the hairs on my arm rise after the 911 one. so creepy.

The second story... Was my childhood. I’m the youngest of 6 girls and that fucker always managed to run away faster than my dad could catch him. Probably for the best or my dad would have been in jail for life I’m guessing. The worst is after my dad suddenly died my mom had to deal with that shit herself. I was so…

SATAN WAS PHONE!

Dammit, these are supposed to be *Ghost Stories*! I should be able to have a little shiver and then rationalize that ghosts don’t exist and we’re all just dirt when we die. I do not approve of all these real life scary dude invasion stories! ESCAPISM OVER REALITY!

I love love love these threads and I’m a major weenie when I read them. Last year I woke my 5 year old up just to sleep next to me on the couch so I wasn’t alone while reading them. (Pilot husband was gone piloting)

Kids are terrifying.

Fucking scary!

Like overtheriver1991, I too thank and resent my friend for telling me that story. I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks it’s terrifying.

Ok, I’ll throw my hat in the ring: my first apartment when I moved to Chicago was in kind of a bad neighborhood. I wound up there partly because I didn’t know the city very well and partly because I couldn’t afford much. The guys in the building next door dealt all kind of drugs including heroin and they were always…

repost it here!

Sooooooo can people keep submitting these, because I read every single comment on the last post (oh hey fellow greys) and I’m not ready for them to end!

That armoire story...

This is Maria was my favorite one. Hoping that submission is a true story. I especially like any story shared by people of experiences with the recently passed in dreams or otherwise.

YAYYYYYYYYY!!!! I submitted mine too late sadly and it got buried. Here it is if anyone would like to read it: