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Oh, holy cow. So glad you are ok and had help from whatever.

What a nice spirit, you should leave out a glass of wine for her or some small morsel of food for the looking out.

JFC. I hope this story isn’t too far behind for people to read it, because holy crap. This is one of the few to genuinely freak me out.

It’s always real people who are the scariest. 

My husband and I purchased our first house together, it needed a lot of renovation work. But we got it for a pretty reasonable price because of this. It was a small house but I was totally in love with it and the backyard, it was a huge long kind of narrow backyard and definitely overgrown. We shared one fence with a

Second, I want to say that my rational homo sapiens brain does not believe in ghosts. It’s my irrational lizard brain that can’t quite manage to commit to full skepticism. So, although the story I am about to tell you is, to the best of my knowledge, 100% true, and I would swear in a court of law that it happened as

I turned to my friend, and I swear I was about to make a joke about what we were watching, but what came out instead was “We need to get the kids together.” She didn’t seem surprised at all; she just nodded and said, “I know.”

Yes, they are. My mom went to confession some time ago when she found out my dad was stepping out on her and the priest straight up told her that she needed to focus on her duties as a wife and mother because my father was busy being a provider and a man. Wtf

I feel like I have to make the obligatory “gift of fear” garbage comment but it’s so true!!!!! Sometimes you just know!!!!

Yay! My favourite time of year. I’ve been devouring these stories for the past five years, but this is my first time sharing one of my own. This happened to my mum, not to me, but I’ve heard it so many times I feel like I was there. My mum swears this is absolutely true. I should note she was devoutly Catholic at the

I submitted this one far too late last year, so I guess I may as well send it in again? Here goes:

I think I might have written this before, but I can’t find it in my post history! My dad’s dad owned a grocery store in Southern Ontario. This was back in the 60’s & 70’s – a little corner grocery with five shopping carts that were on the cutting edge of the grocery store experience at the time.

This is my aunts interaction with another worldy demon.

When I was about 14 I went down to San Antonio with my family and a buddy of mine. We were staying at a hotel that was right next to Six Flags Fiesta Texas. Since we were staying at the hotel they gave us free tickets and early access to the park, which was awesome. So me and my buddy go in and we are basically the

Why do people keep creepy stuff? Burn it with fire!! D:

When I was in 7th grade one of my best friends, Carrie, had a Halloween party at her house. She invited a bunch of girls over. She asked me and our other best friend, Stacey, to spend the night.

For the most part it was a relatively wholesome Halloween party with activities like pumpkin carving, a bonfire with

GIRL NO, HE WILL DO TO YOUR LIFE WHAT I JUST DID TO YOUR SHOES.

When I was 15, I got a job at Wendy’s. The usual, kind of shitty but mundane fast food job, where you work your way up from cleaning restrooms to tables to restocking the salad bar and the Frosty machine, until finally you get to either flip burgers or take orders. I wasn’t technically old enough to flip burgers (you

I hope you get out of the greys so you can tell that story.

Also, I hope you write an amazing series about a kid who somehow befriends an annoying brat of a demon who tells him important information, and when he grows up they solve crimes together and stuff, because I would absolutely read/watch that.

Back in college, I spent a semester abroad studying in New Zealand. Over one weekend, some girlfriends and I decided to book an overnight horse trek with a company just outside the city on the south island where we all went to school. The company offered an hours-long ride to a small, secluded beach where we would

Grandma, was that really you?”