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I had a kind of similar incident after my father died. My mother, who had polio as a child, had to have a few surgical procedures. I was staying there to look after their elderly dog. In the house was a pair of brass davey lamps, once used by miners but now converted to run on battery, not oil. Every time I came in

My daughter & I got telltale headaches & chest pressure & got the hell outta there in under a half hour - 0/10 do not recommend that engine room

Maybe too late to the game, but here’s my only (personal) story:

I wish we had ways to post pictures or I’d post a pic of the house. It really is a gorgeous old place, but man... 

“Prey response” gave me shivers! Great story!

So I worked for police dispatch in a decently sized city (in the top 15 in the US) for over a decade. This story happened somewhere after 2004 but before 2008-ish, I think.

A friend of mine passed a few years ago. One of our other friends had a train & tracks that this friend had bought for her son. Some time after he had passed, it started going at night, even though it was turned off. So she ended up taking the batteries out of it. And then it went off randomly again another night,

This story is stellar. I hope it gets more love this year. I loved it then but had forgotten exactly what was so scary about the man. BACKWARDS FEET. YES. but actually NO. NO THANK YOU. This should be an anti-smoking psa. 

“The Beedi Man”

I can’t remember how many years ago this was but someone else once posted in this contest with something similar that happened to them! They were on a yoga retreat in the desert, woke up to drumming and they felt angry but also scared, like whatever it was wanted to lure them out. Might have been the same kind of thing

I don’t want to assign my own impressions to your story, and I’m Anishinaabe so I feel a little more comfortable saying this than maybe the average bear, but when you described the drum circle and the irrational, seething anger you felt, I suspect that the camp ground is on former tribal land, and more likely a spot

My family is touched in a similar way. Honest question: if your husband knows that about you, why did he try to convince you otherwise when you talked about the shadow, when he himself saw something even more severe right when you arrived?

I totally agree! We definitely need more, and better, titles for these stories. Like, no one will remember Untitled Story #whatever of year 20xx, but damned if we don’t all remember “Look At Me”.

Burning Holes from Beyond

It’s a wonderful name ;) . I love animal ghosts! We actually get some transient spirits in our home (I’m going to probably share some things from that in another post this season) and a recent one was a little dog! We have 3 dachshunds: 2 sleep in the bed and 1 is in a crate at the foot of the bed because he’s a sweet

My husband, at-the-time-6 month old son (Forrest), and I were visiting his family at a small lake in Missouri for the 4th of July this year. I’m not going to give the name because it was pretty small and I’m not trying to blow anyone up with unwanted attention. We rented an Airbnb with my MIL and FIL to have a place

This is about an uncle who was a real-life rocket scientist. He worked on the rocket fuel formula that got men to the moon. He was my favourite uncle, my father figure as my own was indifferent to me at best. It was a horrible shock when he got colon cancer. He married into my father’s family but was such a good guy

I submitted this last year, but it got buried.

I have some STRONG OPINIONS about titles. I’ve been reading this from the beginning. Back in the beginning, Anna North or Dodai Stewart or Erin Gloria Ryan or whomstever (all excellent hosts of these spooky proceedings) would read through the comments and GIVE stories shared in the comments a title. Their titles were

“The Back Room”

Not sure if anyone will find this scary, but it certainly freaked me out at the tender age of 8...

The two cottages were built by my grandfather on the second to last lot at the end of the road. Out the back (front? we never could decide) of the cottages was a view of the lake which was the core of most