Okay, so my sister came over on Sunday and I thought, What the hell, let’s talk about her killer flat at uni. I waited for the moment to present itself and just went for it: “Hey, remember your flat in [university town]? That was totally haunted, right?” WELL. Here is some stuff that I did not know.

I grew up in a wooded area — my parents still live there. And something that happened this past December put a creepy spin on a thing that happened when I was a kid.

I have decided to also share about the haunted house I lived in from age seven to eleven. Skip the first two paragraphs if you hate architecture.

I loved this house and I still love this house. I look at it on Zillow and I look at the backyard on GoogleEarth. Sadly, I’ve never been back since we moved away to another…

I’ve got a story about how apartment hunting can so quickly turn into apartment HAUNTING. Muahahahaha. Seriously though, this was terrifying. It happened about ten years ago and I’m still feeling a little shaky just thinking about it.

It was probably a mistake to put my manic pixie dream girl friend in charge of…

I’m much too late for anyone to see this. But I’m posting because this literally happened to me LAST NIGHT: 10-10-21.

This happened when I was living in Chicago in 2015 in a three floor walk up apartment building. Only 3 units that shared the stairwell - mine being the middle. One night I was in a hurry to meet friends for a night out. Around 4am, my boyfriend and I came home very drunk to my apartment door wide open. We went through…

This isn’t my own story, but my dad’s - and my dad isn’t a liar. He’s experienced a lot of wild things taking odd jobs out on the road throughout his twenties, but this story happened right in my Indiana hometown when my mom was pregnant with my older sister. We lived in the country, and there was a hairpin turn on…

There’s been a bunch of replies already & I’m in the greys so this will probably be buried but I’ve thought about writing this since we moved so here we go.

Another one that proves truth is scarier than fiction...

Not scary but kind of nice...

I think one of the creepiest stories I’ve ever heard was from my friend Lisa, about the worst kind of ghost: the ghosts who are all too real. Lisa’s originally from the city of Rostock - a seaport in Germany. It used to be quite the big deal in the old GDR and her family have always had a presence in the shipbuilding…

I’ve been waiting all year to tell this one that happened to me last October!

When I was 9, my family moved to a small, ranch style house in a very rural suburb on Lake Erie. The last house we lived in was over 100 years old, and my family has personal ghost stories about little things they’d seen and heard while they lived here, but for my little sister and I, this new house would be the home…

When I was a kid, in the summers my family would visit my grandfather’s cabin, located in a remote area in the woods in northern New England. The nearest neighbor at that time was about 5 miles down the road. The cabin was just yards from a lake ideal for fishing and boating, and I suppose you could say that the area…

This happened a couple of years ago in North Carolina. I was living alone in an apartment complex by a park with a lake. It was several different two story buildings, divided into sections. The outside door to my part was to four apartments: it opened to two apartments at the bottom, and then stairs right by the door…

Decided to share my not-scary, yes-supernatural story.

It was 2003 and I had just moved to Chicago for a job. I didn’t know anyone but I was in my early 20s and always wanted to live in a big city. I worked in the suburbs, but I found an apartment in a somewhat-nice neighborhood on the north side of the city and after a few months I felt settled in.

I was 18, broke & need money badly. A rich couple asks me to babysit in their massive home. My older sisters used to babysit in the same house for former owners & told me it gave them the creeps. I scoffed at that. To my defense, I grew up near a cemetery & rode bikes there. My grandfather’s ghost used to “check on…

“Ghosts in the Walls”

***CW: attempted suicide, self-harm***