I love all the haters in the comments. You do know this in entitled, “Scary Stories” ones based on taking the face value (honor system) of people telling personal stories. You don’t like it, submit a better one, or just don’t read them. This is for amusement and for people to get a little scared. They don’t scare you?…

My neighborhood used to be the ‘suburbs’ of my home city, but over the last 40 years or so development and mall building has swallowed it to where it’s basically just ‘north of downtown’ and the suburbs are way out in the sticks. So the street my wife and I live on—and both coincidentally grew up around—is early-60’s…

My sister and I had been reading these to each other during our last few days in Costa Rica and succeeded in spooking each other (in a fun way) in our non-familiar hostels, etc. and these have been SO FUN TO READ.

Okay, so I am going to tell this little story that my mother refuses to even acknowledge as she is freaked out enough by it. Apparently I have always had a sensitivity to ‘other forces’ beginning from a baby. For example, My parents took me to my deceased grandmothers grave and apparently I was thoroughly entertained,…

Well, this may stay in the greys but I’ll whip it out next year:

I was always a weird child. Since very young, I could hear people calling my name. Mom actually thought I could be schizofrenic at one point of my life, but after many stresstful moments in life and already dealing with anxiety for years, no sign of it. (I also have a doctor I see every month to get my meds and he…

Used to work loss prevention. Most shoplifters are young white and affluent. Their excuse is always, “I just felt like it,” and “because I can.”

Here’s one story I’d like to throw in for fun. An experience from a close friend of mine.

OK, So I’m curious to see if anyone else thinks this is creepy.

You've just described the demographic most likely to feel entitled. A sense of entitlement, an excuse, and a rationalization are the three elements that tie most deception thefts together.

When I was eighteen I believe I had an out of body experience. It was a normal night, I went to bed and was dreaming about the usual things. Suddenly I awoke and felt this terribly uncomfortable feeling all over my body, almost like I was being suctioned out of my skin. I remember thinking just let it be over I can’t…

So many ghost stories take place in a deserted cornfield in Iowa, next to a lonely stretch of highway where one person was murdered 60 years ago. There are streets in Baltimore and Detroit where someone gets shot every 2-3 days. Those streets must be fifty feet deep in ghosts!

Ok! (All names changed to protect privacy) When I was 11, my very good friend Jane passed away after an awful several year battle with cancer. Among our group of friends, I was the only one who stuck around (not blaming anyone, we are in 5th grade, ffs) at the last painful bout and I held her hand at hospice hours…

Same here.

I couldn’t help but feel exactly the same way. "Improper actions" just screams I'm A Creep and I'm Full of BS to me.

“And now she must accept the consequences of her improper actions.”

I worked on that analogy for weeks.

When I moved to the East Coast, I lived in northern Virginia — just up the road from Manassas. One night, my boyfriend and I were driving through the Manassas Battlefield after spending the day down south. It was a misty evening, and through the fog (sooo cliche, I know), I saw a group of men crossing in front of our…

Um, *looks around, takes hand count* yeah, we wanna know about the other stuff you've seen.

A day late to the party, but I'll share.

I grew up on an Indian Reservation in the Dakotas. My father became rather traditional as he got older, and being aware of the spirits that are constantly around us is a huge part of Sioux spirituality. The Cheyenne believe that once something terrible happens in a place, it…