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In all fairness, KAC was jelly that teenager still had her original skin.

They’ll pay her in lossless copies of “Lemonade” and “Rebel Heart.”

Creepy, real life story, in the woods:

I always question my own version of events, simply because my parents were quick to tell me I was being foolish. But my parents are soundly outside of the “superstitious” catergory.

Haunted Reflections

When I got out of undergrad in 2003 with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree, I started working as a painter...of houses. (my job prospects were a different sort of horror story). This one guy I worked for did a lot of historic renovation. He told me that one time they were working on an old Victorian house (of which there

I’ve always been intrigued by spooky, but they never seem to happen to me, except once.

This story is lore in my family. In the 1970s, my aunt lived in Seattle. Her apartment was across from another apartment building, and her window looked directly into the apartment of a handsome, seemingly well-to-do young man.

My scary story involves house hunting —- so it’s an HGTV kind of tale.

This year, we decided we needed to sell our home and move closer to work. We started the hunt in the summer — and completed our relocation (selling and buying) by September 2nd.

I live in a very hot market, lots of companies are re-locating

I’ll start by telling you all that my work is in the field of tissue transplantation, and I spend a good deal of my time performing surgery on deceased patients. Because of time frames for recovering tissue after death, a large number of those surgeries take place in morgues, alone, in the middle of the night. The

This happened about four years ago. For the record, I’m a woman in her twenties. I was like 21 or so at the time, my mom was in her early 50s.

My parents were really poor when I was young and they always drove these old jalopies that were one long drive from breaking down.

Even though none of my spooky stories from years past have gotten past “pending approval”, i’ll try again.

So I’ve been wanting to share my encounters for a few years now and I finally worked up the courage to make a user name to do so! I hope this, at the very least, entertains you:

A friend of mine moved into a house with a bunch of friends when she was in college. Right after she moved in, they were all out in class/running errands except for one girl. The girl that was alone at the house took a selfie and sent it to their group text, and all the other girls started making fun of her for having

I am a very vivid dreamer, and typically a lucid dreamer. I always have been, and still clearly remember select dreams from when I was 4 or 5. This one still gives me chills.

I know this is probably going to go straight to the greys (why did I work today? ;-;) and no one will ever read it, but here goes......

I LOVE this tradition! My humble story: A few years ago my then-boyfriend and I moved into my dream rental: a cute old Victorian house. Why was it so cheap? Why, indeed.

Not sure if this qualifies as scary, but it’s definitely weird:

Here’s one which is still...I’ll just say active, today.