OMG. What an amazing story. Thank you for sharing, and hope you are doing well. Hugs. Be good to yourself.

Last year I settled down to read these stories on my couch in my house, alone. My husband works late-ish, gets home at 1130 at the earliest but often way later, like 2 or 3 am. Anyway, I’m settled in for the night, in relaxation mode after work, chores done for the day, and getting ready for some spooky stories. I…

I think they’re just way more attuned to sounds and shit. Years ago, my Mom was visiting me, and the lot I had to park in for my apartment was nowhere near my apartment. Usually about ten minutes before I’d get to the door my cat would wander out from wherever she had been napping and sit there waiting.

I told a very condensed version of this in a comment to one of the Jez horror story posts maybe about five? years ago, so I’m officially submitting this now. Now with bonus pics. 

I vote magic

The summer after my sophomore year of college, my parents asked me to house sit for them while they went out of town for a long weekend. At the time, they lived in a fairly remote area so it was a bit of a trek, but it was a big beautiful house on the lake and my parents’ pets were sweethearts. First night I actually…

Our current dog and my husband have an extremely close bond and I think my dog is a little psychic. My husband and I both normally work from home so we have very erratic schedules, we’re always coming and going, sometimes with the dog and sometimes without. 

Plot twist: guy trying to break into your house is a demon hunter

He was. Awwww.

This one isn’t mine, but my mom’s. She told it to me a few years ago, when my husband and I bought our house; it’s the story of how my parents got my childhood home.

I always try to stay at a haunted hotel and/or catch the local ghost tour wherever I go. Glad I’m not the only weirdo!

YIPES. Man, some places just thrive on bad energy and actively try to generate it!

Senior year of high school-in the eighties. My parents had moved our family to this godforsaken desert city from the Midwest the middle of my junior year. I was a fish out of water; often quite literally. Left my boyfriend in the Midwest; my first true love. We spent a few months with feverish phone calls, long love…

Creepy! I was convinced you were going to say that your husband called afterwards to say that his mother had passed.

Alright, been debating writing this down because I’ve been trying to get it out of my mind. This story has a few different facets and I have no idea what to make of all of it.

Oh my god, that is surreal.

Not nearly as scary as some of your absolutely horrifying stories, but here’s mine. I remember it vividly and get chills every time I think about it.

The girl scout troop I lead has met in the same church since kindergarten, they’re now in 4th grade. Its built on the side of a hill, and we meet in the “basement” which is really a large, well lit room full of windows. At the back of the room is a hall with the bathrooms, and stairs to the main floor. The girls call…

This is not my story, but my best friend’s, and I’m sharing with his blessing. (Re-post from last year.)