This isn’t your typical spooky/creepy/ghosty story but it’s haunted me since 2007.

Back in high school, my parents were strict about my curfew and driving long distances. I thought it was lame then, but I would not drive 2 hours with a 17 year old behind the wheel now.

Oh joy, I finally have a spooky story to share this year! This isn’t as bone-chilling as many other ones here, but it is all true and gives me the creeps.

omg so did he die?!I guess that’s what that means? JFC.

I remember this one from last year. Absolutely chilling :(

I submitted this last year but it was way too late... so here goes again

Creepy Footsteps

Shadow

A couple of years ago my mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer. At first, I took time off of work to take her to appointments and my dad did the best he could when I couldn’t be around. Unfortunately my dad had Parkinson’s and his condition was deteriorating under the stress and he became less able to help. So toward…

A Native American friend of mine once told me that this is why white people always die in movies. I was telling her about hearing what sounded like foot falls on the roof of my house. I went out to check and didn’t see anything. Then she told me about a local legend about “roof walkers.” She was teasing me but she was…

After the story I just submitted about UFOs I started thinking about how even though it’s not even really scary, my husband hates that story. Then I started thinking about why he hates anything alien related. So here’s a follow-up short one about him:

Demon

I wish I had a ghost story because I love them (although I’m too much of a scaredy cat to seek anything like that out). But this is the most terrifying thing that ever happened to me.

As soon as I read “Sundown town”, I spent the rest of the story thinking about something my mother told me growing up.  She grew up near a string of East Texas Sundown Towns and her own wasn’t exactly progressive.  Apparently one day, her grandfather sat her down and showed her a bunch of trinkets from a storage…

Years ago, when I was a young adult, I lived in a rural area outside of a small town. To get to my house, I had to drive through a section of a wooded area. Not quite big enough to be a forest, and if you walked enough in one direction or another, you’d hit cattle pastures and farmland.

My grandmother died when I was about 15 (which would make my younger brothers 7 and 5). She basically raised me, but by the time my brothers were born, she was a lot older and a lot of the physical/interactive child stuff fell to me: getting them up in the morning for school, dressing them, playing, changing…

Stormy Night.

The scariest stuff posted here is the stuff that could *actually* happen, far as I’m concerned, like the terrifying one about the crawlspace above. Ghosts I can deal with. Psychos, not so much. 

Motive Unclear

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