I just spent a glorious hour reading the terrifying stories someone linked to on reddit about all the creepy shit a Search and Rescue officer supposedly encountered during his career. And I suddenly remembered something that used to scare the piddle out of me. And I’m gonna talk about it here because it stands a…

I love that this year, a number of the scariest stories centered on non-ghost incidents. The modeling gig... the poisoned uncle... a woman buried alive... a madman in the basement... Sometimes the spookiest stories are the ones about other humans.

I woke up one night screaming in terror because I had a dream that Donald Trump started to make sense.

I think he secretly wanted to get arrested, otherwise he wouldn’t have been sitting like that.

As the fine criminologists that we all are, I believe that Dr. Reid would not be happy with us if we didn’t point out that stabbing someone 24 times is usually done by someone intimate with them. And not in self-defense.

sure did, they were really kind but there was not a lot they could do, one of them seemed pretty freaked out himself

Its all true. Its scarier hearing the story in person. What’s not in the story is how a few days after the first encounter my dad and grandmother went to the cops but it was a small town and the cops kind blew them off saying they didn’t have enough to go off of.

The bar where my boyfriend worked had a ghost that was well known among the staff. I have a personal theory about it based on what I’ve heard from the staff. Legend has it, the building that used to stand in the spot where the bar is had a woman murdered on premises by her male partner. The spot where my boyfriend saw…

I had a similar experience. My husband and our son and I moved into an old townhouse in the Rittenhouse area of Philadelphia. Always seemed colder than it should be, weird smells, just uncomfortable vibe at times. One night, I wake up with a jolt and see something descending from the ceiling above our heads, coming…

I DON’T LIKE THIS ONE. Too scary.

Crazy! Something similar happened once to me when I was about... eight-ish, I think. That’s 4th grade, right? Anyway, we were visiting my little brother’s godparents and I both loved and feared their house. We lived in a pretty non-descript, one story 3/2/2, so this two story, stone faced monolith with what seemed to…

I came across these stories last year and I found them hard to get through, I guess I’m a wuss, but last January something really weird happened to me and I’ve wanted to share it ever since.

*looks up from reading all the stories in the comments*

Okay, so this year I can participate since the main player who would be scandalized by airing the laundry has passed. As background, my mother had me in her late thirties and her mother in turn had her in her late thirties. My mother was the youngest of eight children and had brothers much older than she, which is how…

I’ ve always been weary of the supernatural, anxious to find a reason behind the phenomenon, if only to keep myself from getting too scared. I have no logical explanation for what happens in my house. When we moved in, my oldest was 2. His bedroom closet has a small door in the back leading to the attic. My husband…

Not mine, but here’s an old family story that comes by way of my late Great-Grandmother, a hardy rural Yugoslavian woman if there ever was one.

I’m pretty sure I’ve never shared these stories here. Apologies if I have!

My scary story -

Over the summer I took my son and his friend on a ride at the local fair. My son has Down syndrome, which is relevant to the story in that he doesn’t have the sort of fantastical imagination of his peers. Said differently, he doesn’t make shit up. As we were sitting waiting for the attendant to buckle everyone in my…