Not sure if anyone will see this, but here’s something that happened to me about five months ago—two things, actually, separated by about three weeks. The first part is magical and strange, the second part is terrifying. I live in India and these two events took place during our second hard lockdown back in May. We…

This happened 30 years ago. My dad and two friends were on a backpacking trip to a remote region of the Medicine Bow Wilderness. It was a quick, uneventful weekend trip, and the two friends actually left early Sunday morning to get home because they had to work the next day (it’s about a 2 hour hike in from the canyon…

From ages four to fourteen, I lived in an old brick house in a college town in central Texas where almost everything was new construction. It was in a pretty ritzy part of town, and even there it stood out with its “circa 1925" bronze plaque next to the front door. My parents were professors at the local…

One of my best friends growing up lived in a house that was deeply haunted. When I would stay over, sometimes we would sleep in her bedroom, and sometimes, we would sleep in the living room. I always preferred sleeping in her bedroom, because when sleeping in the living room, there would always be something that…

I posted this last year hours before the deadline. Doubt many people saw it so I thought I’d post again. Hope that’s cool.

I thiiiink I told this story like ten years ago here, but it may have been somewhere else. Anyway, here it is again!!

I have this story because I like true crime podcasts.

The debacle of where to buy clothes then is best summed up by a TikTok video from the user @curlie_fries, who rattles off her options in a breathless monologue. “What I’ve learned on TikTok is that I can’t shop at thrift stores because I contribute to the gentrification of thrift store prices,” she says. “But I also…

With the death of Eddie Van Halen and watching Cobra Kai, I’m recalling my youth with a weird mix of nostalgia and confusion, particularly the years 1986

That’s my house!

Little T & Mr. Conductor

I had a paper route. This was in the mid 1980’s. At the time I was a typical ten year old boy living in the suburbs of Cincinnati, Ohio. We lived in a two story house near the end of a cul-de-sac. My mom and dad and me. I’d taken over the paper route from a friend at the beginning of summer, thinking of earning some…

Absolutely no part of this story is exaggerated, and I still don’t know what to make of it. Until I was five, I was raised in a teeny tiny town. My small neighborhood was more like a compound, where all of the people who worked in the clinic next door lived. There was a big garden in the middle of the neighborhood…

Did anyone ever watch the 90s show “Ghostwriter”? I remember an episode that was basically all moments of time were all happening at the same time. So people that lived in a house across generations kept seeing flashes of each other. Or something, my memory of my after school TV habits from over 20 years ago aren’t…

This happened in November last year. The only positive I have been able to take away from it is that I finally have something for this story contest, because I definitely cannot afford to move!

So this is going to sound like nothing. At the time it FELT like nothing. It was only the next morning that I realized how fucked up it was. After the story last year about the yoga retreat (submitted by annclayborn) I figured I’d share.

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.

No Running (in the Hall)

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.