The Voice from the Water

I had an ill child, stressful job, and was in the midst of the worst time in my life at that point.

Suspenseful, but this reads like fiction.

I was maybe 10 or 11. My Dad was out of town at a conference and I was home with my Mom. She was preparing to go take a shower when suddenly we both heard this horrible hissing noise coming from the bathroom. To her credit, my Mom carefully went to investigate. When she came out, all the color had drained from her…

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…

And this, my dears, is exactly why you get big, thick, wooden dowels or heavy broomsticks and cut them to fit in the tracks of the sliding glass doors when the door is closed. The entire back wall of our house — both downstairs and upstairs - is just a wall of sliding glass doors that open out onto the woods. You can…

I feel like it would be entirely appropriate for Jezebel editors to pick titles for these stories. Also, to do some basic editing of the stories, because sheesh.

Holy shit. Yours was the scariest, by far. I mean WTF!!!! Tell us more in the comments? Also, glad you’re OK. I’m Hindu but not particularly religious but I too believe in messages from strangers because of one particularly fucked up incident that happened to me.

I’ve got one I call “Old Gray Thing” that I always forget to post. It was a paranormal encounter but I’m still not sure what exactly it was, and I’ve always been curious if anyone else has seen one too. I’m doxxing myself if anyone I know reads this, but here goes nothing...

First, in spite of these being the also-rans, they’re all way better than that thrift store lady getting a murder confession. Second, the Lassen County one sounds like Walker Lake and it is indeed creepy as hell sometimes. Fond memories of driving my Subaru wagon along those dirt roads between there and Almanor. 

The last one is a big fat nope. NOPE.

By acclaim, Sorcia McNasty’s story about the haunted truck would go in there, and I’m still going to stand by my contention that the freakiest story I ever read on here was IndianaJoan’s story “911 Calling.”

Does anyone want to start building a canon of the all-time greats we’ve had on here, over the years?

I feel like the crawling civil war ghost would go on there for me, from this year. Just a deeply upsetting mental image.

No, she just emerged outside my door (instead of coming back through the hole into the apartment). I got her back, I’m just not sure how! Here she is, totally safe:

My first time contributing, finally! I live on the west coast of Norway, and despite the grim weather, I love the dark and moody atmosphere that the weather brings, especially in winter. Despite all the tales and stories, I have never seen anything out of the ordinary, although I can definitely understand how such an…

“I saw her prowling around us like a cat on all fours.” NOOOPE. That’s no little girl.

I lived in this tiny patchwork cottage in Sacramento for a few years. The front bedroom, livingroom, and kitchen were all originally built over 100 years ago. In the expansive backyard, planks of wood covered the now defunct outhouse hole— it was that old. My bedroom and attached half bathroom were at the back of the…

I’ve posted about this incident anecdotally before and a reader was a little shook so in fairness, trigger warning because of an actual child’s death.

Back in the early 2000s I moved in with a now ex-boyfriend. He lived in a bungalow style house in one of the neighborhoods of a large midwestern city. This happened when I was taking a personal day from work after moving in to finish getting things arranged and unpacked.

This story is not my own. It belongs to my mother, who, unfortunately, had to live through the events that I am about to share. To lend some credibility to this story, my mother is not eccentric. She was raised conservatively in a small town. She is an attorney. She started her own law firm in rural America in the…