My house is in a heavily forested area and relatively remote. It’s a place where people might take a camping trip into the forest for the weekend and then freshen up and have brunch in town on Sunday.

This happened at the end of last year, and very firmly solidified why we got rid of our ex-housemate.

The summer after my sophomore year of college, my parents asked me to house sit for them while they went out of town for a long weekend. At the time, they lived in a fairly remote area so it was a bit of a trek, but it was a big beautiful house on the lake and my parents’ pets were sweethearts. First night I actually…

Hi Frida,

This goes back to sometime around my high school years. I was sleeping in my old wooden framed twin bed at home. It was the middle of the night and I rolled over. Next thing I knew an arm was laying across me. I quickly woke up and grabbed it by the wrist with my right hand. I held the wrist at just about a full arm’s…

Follow up: just now, thinking about this story, I went to look at the registry of deeds for the town I grew up in. They’ve got everything digitized now, so I was able to look up the closing paperwork for the house. There, my parents both signed, as did a notary, but the witness section?

When was about 26 I moved back in with my parents. I had been going through a rough time and was in between jobs. I didn’t really know what I was going to do with my life and felt a lot of unease. I had broken up with the first person I had ever loved right before my move, knowing we were not right for each other. On…

My ex used to work at a bar that was reportedly haunted by the ghost of a woman who was killed by her husband on the property. All the women staff had experiences where they felt a friendly presence, they’d often think it was another female staff member who had come up behind them, they’d start talking and hear…

I’ve been waiting for this all month long, finally I found it while it’s still early. Here’s my story:

I might have posted this before a few years ago but here it goes. We don’t talk about it much in my family, because it stills makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up (moreso for my parents, who got the full brunt of it), but we all agree that Something Bad happened.

When I was I maybe 10th grade I visited a friend at her boarding school in southern Germany. The school was for kids of Americans abroad, mostly as missionaries, and was just outside a small town in the Black Forest. I don’t remember the name of the town but it was strait out of a fairy tale (the original ones, with…

Alright, been debating writing this down because I’ve been trying to get it out of my mind. This story has a few different facets and I have no idea what to make of all of it.

Your writing style is excellent, the descriptions of the apple orchard and the flight home was so good. I seriously got goosebumps from reading that final line!

I hope to god that paranormal stories outweigh the creeps/psychos/stalker stuff, this year. And I’m flagging posts along the lines of “Trump is Prez”/ Kavanaugh is on the SCOTUS”. We *know*. Save it for another post.

I’ve posted this before, under an old burner, but figured I can post again to lighten things up.

Oh my god, that is surreal.

I never post so I don’t know if anyone will see this but, a few weeks ago, I came home to this. That is not my hand.

This is kind of scary, but the scariest part of this story is how awful my taste in men was/is.

Not nearly as scary as some of your absolutely horrifying stories, but here’s mine. I remember it vividly and get chills every time I think about it.

I went down a “staircase in the woods” rabbit hole on reddit one time. I think it was later revealed to be some fiction writing workshop thing, but it was great while it lasted.