My mom was a teacher. She had a little boy in 3rd grade that just always seemed a bit off. She asked his parents to come in for a meeting to discuss his progress. The father was very domineering and tried to constantly overtalk my mother and his own wife. A know-it-all, but in a creepy, threatening way. Mom suspected…

He is the prefect protagonist for a thriller. Awkward, curious, adventurous. I loved Nightcrawler, I loved End of Watch, shit, even The Day After Tomorrow.

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs…

This took place when I was about 10 years old. My mom had rather quickly filed for divorce, but she only had a part-time job and made very little money, so finding a place to stay that was affordable and available immediately was tough. A friend of hers told her that she and her husband had…

I know I’m late to the party, but here is a truly scary story - you might say it was a matter of life and death.

I’ve only told this story to my closest friends. I haven’t even confided in my sister (for fear of the obvious shame). Please buckle in because this tale needs to be told in length.

“the spirit that scared you as a child meant you harm, and you will have two more such visitations in your lifetime.”

Not my story personally, but from a friend: