Last year, I moved back to my (rather small) hometown and began working at the local history museum. The town was settled in the early 18th century and was occupied by the British for a while during the Revolutionary War. When the British left, they burned the town on their way out and later it was rebuilt a few miles…

I grew up in a remote north eastern town in the province of Quebec. After my parents separated, my mom moved my siblings and I into an older house on a cul-de-sac street. The neighbourhood was for the most part a decent place to raise kids and teens, however the area had experienced issues with a high volume of…

Hello,

Bahh, I’m going to be buried in this comments section, but I’ve been meaning to submit this for four years now, so here goes:

My husband and I were renting a small house in ’08, just after we’d had our daughter. One day at my husband’s work, the publishing company with whom he was employed asked if he’d help clean out…

Not my story, but a story that I’ve heard from a friend a while ago. Therefore, sorry for the lack of details.

About 12 years ago I think, I went to my Mom’s house for a Thanksgiving. In the evening we had the TV on low while we were chatting with some other family members. I see my Mom’s brow furrow as she’s looking at the TV, and she said “I know that young man”, and we looked up at the picture of someone on TV. “He was at…

This story belongs to my dear friend, we’ll call her Dee. We grew up in in the same tri-city area, but didn’t meet until our 20’s. She became my very best friend- and has remained so for 15+ years, even when we moved to opposite ends of the country.

My 100% true story is pretty brief but still scares me over a year later...

WHOA. Just, whoa.

I have a funny story but was probably pretty scary for the people involved.

Okay, for starters, I want to say that I have never *seen* a ghost. Maybe at least in part because I don’t want to, but there it is. I have, however, *heard* some things that have decided me to never ever ever live in a detached home again, because as long as I have neighbors in my same actual building, I have…

it’s hard not to think about how I am basically the idiot who dies first in the horror movie.

I never get here in time, so this will be bured in the grays...oh well.

Can I just say thank you on behalf of your child for indulging her goth-ness? I was like that as a kid and it FREAKED my mother out. She wouldn’t let me have/do gothy things and it left me with a real complex and sense of inadequacy. 

This took place three years ago when my now-6 year old daughter was turning 3, and made her famous (infamous?) at my hair salon.

I think he did. I couldn’t face working there after the incident (a little embarrassed and freaked out) but I heard that the company didn’t press charges and they contacted social services to try get him some more stable housing.

This is both scary and sad! I hope that poor man got help.

So I hope this doesn’t get buried but here goes anyway...

You can post. I guarantee i won't be the only one to see it. :)

I really don’t know if this’ll be scary to anyone else. It doesn’t have a satisfying denouement, and I wasn’t even privy to all the details, as young as I was.