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So you have no idea what he meant by traitor? Did he know about your boyfriend at the other school? How did you betray him? 

Oh wow. Good ending.

Your story doesn’t really fit in this forum but gotta say, you are possibly the only person in the history of insurance holders/hospital goers to experience this.

I remember you’re story. It’s great.

Don’t read that kind of crap anymore. Stay away from it. You are too sensitive.

Words to live by.

Five year reader, first time poster! This is my one and only IRL ‘paranormal’ experience, probably because I’m a hard core skeptic.

I love these every year and never had anything creepy happen to me spiritually. I’m pretty open about those things, I feel spirits sometimes, but they leave me alone.

WHEN YOUR LOVED ONE CREATES THE GHOST

Believe me, so am I. None of my other paranormal experiences (there was another house where I saw my closet door open on its own, and woke one night to the sight of a glowing, smiling old woman watching me sleep; and I lived in a haunted women’s dorm in college but the ghost was very protective of her girls) have been

Okay this is actually amazing to me. I really, really adore the idea of a plucky teacher leading a group of angst-ridden pre-teens through the woods to some camping destination only to accidentally get close to a haunted horror attraction. That is actually hilarious and I think this is just the weirdest, sweetest

this one is creeping me out the most. glad you don’t live there anymore.

I posted this back in 2016 - I missed the cutoff, but I threw it into the comments. Here again to try for real!

Firstly, it’s fascinating as a British person to see how Americans perceive history. American “Old” buildings are (seemingly, thanks TV) always haunted but in the UK most people live in homes 100-200 years old and don’t have much to report other than shoddy plumbing. Maybe it’s the ‘building the nation on the blood of

A few years ago, my husband and I were living in Tucson due to his job transfer. We were both native Pacific Northwesterners and met when I moved to Portland for college, and got married, established our careers, and bought our home in Oregon. I didn’t adjust well to Arizona, and after a year and a half, I contacted a

Our old house was built in the 1980's in a nice neighborhood and had’t had, to my knowledge, any deaths or tragedies. It’s a pretty generic suburban house, the upstairs bathroom is directly in front of the stairs with my youngest son and my daughters bedrooms off to the left and my middle son’s and the master bedroom

I feel like the douchebag energy from boyfriend’s parents were feeding the haunting, personally.

My story is the best, lucky kind of creepy—the very best—but still creepy in the WTF? way. Eight years ago I had a mastectomy (the very good outcome kind—stage 0). Six months later—my reconstruction surgery. You know, even if you have insurance, there are bills that show insurance paid this or that, and even if your

so I just stayed up reading all the comments til 2am. hard to feign sleep, here’s my completely real tale.

I don’t remember if I’ve told this one here before. You’ll find it in a few places online. I’m leaving one of the details out because it’s a little...beyond what I’m describing, it just feels beyond the pale.