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I scrolled allllll the way down just to read this one again. I don’t know why it is so creepy to me, but this is easily the scariest story here. The rational part of my brain says you only have your lab assistant’s word that the door was locked and dusty, and that he had obviously set the whole thing up somehow to

I have been wanting to write about this for a while now- since it still gives me nightmares and chills when I think about it... I am back home in Boston after being gone for over 10 years living in California. The majority of my family lives here and it has been a while since I have seen some of them. I have been

aw. your story had a nice ending. also, there are a few of us that are wading through all the stories. :)

Late to the game but here is my scary story.

No one will wade through 1500+ comments to read this, but I’ll share anyway. Mr. Level, the Level kids and I moved into a new-to-us home about 3 years ago. We purchased the house from a completely lovely couple, whom I’ll call Sam and Janice. This house is just a rambling sprawl; nearly every square inch of basement

Okay, so this isn’t as good as other other stories this year, there have been some really fantastic ones, but. Ever since this was told to me, I haven’t been quite able to put it out of my mind.

This may never get out of the greys... but here goes! I posted on this board last year about the after death haunting of my grandfather but there is more to tell now.

Still in the grays as far as I can tell, but here is a vaguely-upsetting, not paranormal one:

My whole life I’ve had otherworldly experiences, in some sense I feel like I’m a kind of magnet for it. Non-believers that I have dated usually end up seeing things. I’ve come to realize that mostly the things I’ve experienced are completely harmless, and there isn’t a whole lot that

Maybe this isn’t exactly the stuff nightmares are made of, but it sure spooked me!

After college I lived with my boyfriend in his family’s townhouse in one of the oldest parts of London. They had told me lots of stories about “the ghost” which I found entertaining and ridiculous in equal parts. Nothing could have prepared me for living there. 

Lunch hour at the Library

Not a paranormal story, but I was incredibly creeped out by this.

Okay, so I usually wouldn’t share, but if there’s ever a time to share this story it’s now... because of its tangential Donald Trump association.

I hate that spirits do this to innocent people to communicate what happened to them. I get they are stuck and suffering but I think it is cruel and selfish to “show” someone what killed them or what they experienced. It’s fucking terrifying and lasts for the rest of that poor person’s life.

Here, for a change, is the other side of a scary story (or not-so-scary story, in this case).

I suppose this story can be read as either creepy or comforting, depending on your point of view.

I’m gonna call this one: With Her Face All Read as an homage to the Emily Carroll story.

So, I think my parents’ house is low-key haunted. Like, enough things have happened over the years to suggest that something is up, but not with enough frequency to really warrant actually addressing it. There are five stories that come to mind, as follows.

So I don’t have a story to share unfortunately. But I read a creepy story on Reddit a while back that really stuck with me. It’s about a man who may have called himself: