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Make America Great With Child Again.

Hooray for NH! Mount Moosilauke is supposedly VERY haunted, and I completely believe it. I love that mountain and those woods, but there is just something unsettling going on there. It’s haunted by s spirit / creature that people call ‘Doc Benton’. I once took a boyfriend to the mountain for a few days of hiking and

An acquaintance’s daughter had more hair at birth than I did at the age of 2. It’s disgusting (ly cute).

UPDATE: One of the winners has since admitted that her story was fake, a clear violation of the rules. As such, the story has been removed and replaced, but you can still read it here. Please congratulate Look_for_the_Nines on his move to the top 10.

A quick etch-a-sketch shake it off from alllllllllllll of the fears skittering about your brains (I know bc I have been mentally addled from reading too many of these this week - eek!)

Kids are terrifying.

There’s only three requirements for submission, and one of them is that the story has to be true. So how does stuff like this end up “winning”? Makes me sad and angry. Sangry?

I love the spooky stories every year, but never had anything to contribute... until last night. I’ll just leave this here.

I have one, and missed the original post (by the time I tuned in, there were already 1500+ comments so I figured it’d be buried and didn’t comment). But here it is now!

Mariiiiiaaaaaaaa, I just met a ghost named Mariiiiaaaaa

I was attending Bergen community college in the mid 70's....We had taked a field trip to an older ladies house in Ridgewood NJ on the street leading from Midland Park, it was a pink victorian. When we got there we were shown around the house. The lady had dozens of shelved collection cases filled with everything from

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

A story of what happens when you co-habit with “ghosts” and my experience of the “shadow people” phenomena.
(Names changed for anonymity)

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The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs

This just happened, on the 1st of this month.

This isn’t my story, personally, but it’s one that has kicked around my family for so long that it definitely feels like it’s mine. It’s been told and re-told, but I do think that the central details are very solid.

I should preface this by saying that I have never seen a ghost or had any weird experiences, but my mom, who must be more sensitive than I am, has them constantly. She’s had multiple family members appear to her after they died (as has my grandma), she’s had ghosts appear and react to her presence simply because she

I will preface this with the fact that unnatural movements freak me out. A lot.

My son had so much blond hair at birth, that they actually styled it for his photo. It was straight and fine until he hit around ten months, then a little curl sprouted up and by the time he was two he looked like Little Orphan Annie. I miss his little curls.

my little sister was bald forever, seriously could not grow any legit amount of hair. she now has the most gorgeous, luxurious red hair you could imagine.