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Mrs. Thom Yorke
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I never felt more vulnerable as when I traveled abroad as a college student, especially if I went anywhere by myself. You think you’d be fine in a crowded tourist area in the middle of the day? Wrong. I was followed a few times even after I politely tried to disengage from them (lesson#1 - stop being polite). One guy

Yeah! In the great beyond I want to take my great great great Grand-daughters ring and hide it, because her fiance is a douche. I support this statement!

Parts of this story reminded me how the women were targeted in Taken. Travel Safety 101 - don’t tell strangers the real details of your life or your travel plans. I’ve given fake names, hometowns, hotel info., etc. many times. I might make plans to meet a stranger somewhere (other than where I’m staying), but they

Another weird thing - the night before she had the gender ultrasound, she woke up and her phone showed a “failed call” to mom. She hadn’t called my mom’s phone in a year, so it would be super difficult to have butt-dialed in her sleep. I used to be a complete skeptic but I’m starting to become more of a believer. I’ve

Same.

my dad passed away a couple of weeks ago and i’ve had a really hard time processing his death, mostly because for the last few years of his life he’s been living a life completely opposite of who he was when i was growing up (growing up he was super abusive to my mom and siblings, very misogynistic/racist/bigoted and

Now I want an entire site dedicated to Realtors Dealing with Ghosts”. LOL. 

This reminded me of The Strangers. Creeeeepy.

My mom died last year. My sister and I were very close to her. Several months ago, my sister had been trying to get pregnant. One night she had a rare dream of my mother. It was extremely vivid; she said she was sitting with mom, talking like they used to, laughing. She said mom kept asking “Did you tell him yet? Did

This is the kind of ghost I aspire to become.

Yessssss- here.we.go. My story is longer, sorry y’all! Meet Stalker Pierre.

When I was in my early 20s - circa 2003 - I lived in a suburb of Atlanta that was generally considered safe to live. Since I was 18, I had always lived on my own in various apartments. This was my first ‘ground floor’ apartment, and I remember talking to my mom about it and receiving a warning about the added dangers

I always know I’m dreaming when I see/talk to people, but they do seem extra vivid and they give me info. In one shortly after my dad died, he took me into his and my mom’s walk in closet and pointed to a sort of cubby hole in the ceiling corner above where his shirts hung. The next day I went to look and there was no

“Come outside,” the voice implored. “I need a ride home. Come outside.”

My husband and I had an experience like that. Looking to buy our first house, and the realtor took us to see a really attractive Colonial. Lots of windows, hardwood floors, wood burning fireplace (!), etc. It was the PERFECT house. Except it hated us, and it wanted us to leave, NOW. I remember vividly every detail of

I’ve had multiple experiences with relatives who have passed away that usually occur via dream. But they’ll always tell me or show me things I wouldn’t have otherwise known about. Occasionally my sister and I will have the same dream about the same person on the same night. I find it comforting that they’re still able

Sorry, this turned out longer than expected. It’s not creepy in the way typical horror stories are, but it’s a story I’ve always wanted to share, and this seems like an appropriate enough forum. My story takes place spring 2000. I was 17 and going through a rough time. One of my older brothers had unexpectedly passed

Wow I finally have a contribution!

Short but sweet.

During the summer before my senior year a few friends and I were parked in a remote area at the end of a dirt road so I we could hot-box the car. It was a spot we went to frequently. It was about 2 in the morning, there were no houses within a few miles, and there was no place for any other cars to have parked. After