The Servant

Not a scary story but it happened this week and feels like someone was looking out for me.

“The Lady in the Attic”

When my boyfriend and I moved in together in San Francisco, we rented an apartment which was basically half the upstairs of an older home converted into apartments. The other half of the upstairs was another apartment where our landlord, Sue, lived. Sue was an interesting character who at first came off as an angry…

Oh man, I thought I included! Hope this works:

I posted this a few years ago, but with all the scary stories involving children, I thought I’d throw this out again as well. My update is that (as we thought) our old neighborhood has sustained a substantial re-haul. The row house is still modest in size, but the amount of time, effort and money thrown into making…

I wait all year long for Jezebel’s scary story contest, and this year, I have finally decided to contribute. My story is short, but not so sweet.

The Window

I posted this very late a few years ago, wanted to try again.

The house I lived in from age 8-18 was 100% haunted.
The house was two stories – built into the side of a hill. My room was upstairs in the old part of the house (it was about 50 years old when we moved in) and my parents were downstairs in the added-on part of the house – the add-on jutted out over the hill incline…

I posted this in years past and got stuck in the grays, but here goes:

The Man....

the things I smashed with my 89 volvo, hoo buddy

And here’s another tale from my mom’s time in the lab:

I gave birth to my baby girl at the end of June this year. I was in labor when the Dobbs decision came out, but that is a different kind of story for another day.

“Tales from an ER Laboratory”

So I’m a dude, and a couple years back I went on a Tinder date with a woman who had just joined the app. She seemed normal at first, but after talking for an hour or two in person she started to give off that vibe that some isolated homeschooled kids have (not that it’s a bad thing), but basically like they haven’t…

Posted this last year way too late and it got lost:

This story took place in 2010, and I still get weird queasy feelings when I think about it.

When I was fourteen, I had a super creepy dream. In the dream, I was walking down the upstairs hallway of my house heading towards my bedroom. It was dark. In my mind I just kept having this sense of dread and death. As I entered my room, I saw uncovered feet at the end of my bed, which I thought was odd because I…