I grew up in a wooded area — my parents still live there. And something that happened this past December put a creepy spin on a thing that happened when I was a kid.

Back in 2015 while in grad school I moved into an apartment with a friend of a friend named Rachel. Being that this is San Diego and not many apartment buildings are *that* old, this one was built in the 20s, and was propped up over a deep canyon. My room was located in the back of the apartment, on the canyon side,…

i loved all of your story, but this sentence takes the cake: She then also said did I think my two cats would get along with like five hedgehogs because she wanted to get them and I started to realize we wanted very different things out of a living situation.

I’ve got a story about how apartment hunting can so quickly turn into apartment HAUNTING. Muahahahaha. Seriously though, this was terrifying. It happened about ten years ago and I’m still feeling a little shaky just thinking about it.

It was probably a mistake to put my manic pixie dream girl friend in charge of…

I’m much too late for anyone to see this. But I’m posting because this literally happened to me LAST NIGHT: 10-10-21.

This happened when I was living in Chicago in 2015 in a three floor walk up apartment building. Only 3 units that shared the stairwell - mine being the middle. One night I was in a hurry to meet friends for a night out. Around 4am, my boyfriend and I came home very drunk to my apartment door wide open. We went through…

This isn’t my own story, but my dad’s - and my dad isn’t a liar. He’s experienced a lot of wild things taking odd jobs out on the road throughout his twenties, but this story happened right in my Indiana hometown when my mom was pregnant with my older sister. We lived in the country, and there was a hairpin turn on…

It’s always good to have a big dog.

I mean, close enough...

I used to love Halloween and trick or treating, until the year I was eight years old. Up until then, I would go out on Halloween with my brother and sisters. There was a huge group of us, and we went trick or treating for hours, and came back after dark. It was a lot fun, because it was a large group, and I was…

I call this one “His Name Is Gus”

I made an account just to post this story. I’ve been wanting to do this for years, but I am a terrible writer and never comment on anything because of this, so bear with me regarding any grammatical or writing errors.

Another one that proves truth is scarier than fiction...

I think one of the creepiest stories I’ve ever heard was from my friend Lisa, about the worst kind of ghost: the ghosts who are all too real. Lisa’s originally from the city of Rostock - a seaport in Germany. It used to be quite the big deal in the old GDR and her family have always had a presence in the shipbuilding…

Posted this to a different website a couple of years ago but deleted that account, figured I’d add to all the tales here that I’ve enjoyed reading. Anyway, here’s the story:

I forgot that I had this account, so I created a new account in an attempt to post this story. Those posts are currently greyed, so I apologize for the duplications. Anyway, here’s the story.

Horror fiction has its place, but this is not it. Good story for somewhere else, though. Maybe try Reddit?

I’d love to share a story with y’all that I love, though it is not my own. It was told to me by my very sweet, very Irish mother-in-law, who after telling me supes casually her grandmother survived the Boston Strangler by beating the shit out of him with her CANE over dinner, I’ve learned to shut up and listen when…

“December 1941"

LONG LIVE DOG