The last time I read any of these it was 2016! I’ve got two stories: one eerie, one nice.

Hi friends. In years past, I have always submitted (late, sorry!) my story about getting lost in middle school, getting lost in the woods and accidentally finding myself in a Haunt, where Jason leaned, smoking, against a tree and helped my poor, young teacher find her way out of the (fake) haunt and back to our camp.

B…

This isn’t really scary and I’m certain there’s an explanation but it threw me for a loop at the time. It certainly isn’t going to be in the running for a prize, I just felt like sharing it as a supernatural-adjacent story.

I love this post, I look forward to it every year and have been reading these since at least 2012. I’ve shared the one and only seemingly supernatural experience that I’ve ever had. It was about an uncle of mine that hanged himself in our closet back in the 80's and when my mom, aunt and myself were at home by…

No Running (in the Hall)

It’s appalling and sad that he had so much hate in him even in death. You are a survivor.

Sorry for lateness! I’ve been trying for days to login to kinja! I was gonna write about my unfriendly ghost in my first apartment, but as I was writing I remembered this odd story that happened.

This happened to my mom in the 80’s and is one of her many freaky stories.

I posted earlier about my one possibly supernatural experience. This is the only other thing that has happened in my life, and while I do not believe it to have any paranormal element, others have suggested that it does.

I lived (still do) in Turkey. I love the country, but found the language hard and was pretty lazy about learning it. Last year I lived in a big, old apartment that took up an entire floor of a three-storey block. An old man lived upstairs and a middle aged couple lived downstairs. The neighbours were friendly but I…

That’s such a beautiful experience/way of looking at it. A friend has a similar story. Her dad had heart attack and was in the ICU. She’d gone into her job for a couple hours one morning, where she worked in a high rise in Manhattan. She was working (in a lab) by herself when there was a large smack against the…

Yep, same here! I spend the whole month going over each and every single comment. Have been doing it since the first time I saw this back around 2010. Luckily it’s around this time of year when things start slowing down at work, so I’m able to read these!

Now for something a bit totally fucking kick-arse and completely true (and demonstrates why you shouldn’t fuck around with any wean from Glasgow, especially if you’re of the blood-sucking type...)

Years ago, I housesat for my sister and her husband when they went off on their honeymoon. My boyfriend at the time was out of town, so it was just me and my sister’s two large boxers. It was in a suburban neighborhood, but their house sat at the edge of the neighborhood, next to a grove of hazelnut trees that then…

I always want to go somewhere remote to hike because it’s Covid and EVERYONE is trying to be outside right now but then I read shit like this and I'm like, no thanks, I'll just keep walking my dog around the block at home, I'm good!

Same here! I literally read every single comment every year, even the ones posted after the cutoff date. Then I read all of the comments on the winner pages to read additional stories posted! XD

My aunt had a friend who made a “joke deal” that whoever died first, they would send the other pennies to let the other know they were fine. He died shortly thereafter, she started finding change all over the place, even after she just cleaned/vacuumed.

My mother told me last night that I need to tell you a “sweet” ghost story to counter the one above. I don’t think it’s particularly malevolent, but, hey ho. She’s the spiritual one in my family and she thinks I should cleanse the air. So, I’m going to tell you all a wee tale that her mother told her, many many years…

Ugh I lived in a cheap, clammy, inexplicably cold apartment for a few months that just felt like sorrow. Got out as quick as I could. 

Oooooh, that is so tough, and sad! I can’t say I don’t get it. I feel like if something happened to my husband and I felt on some level I could still feel him there it’d be really, really hard to let him go, even knowing that it may (or may not be!) completely psychological!