My mom has said that for the past 30 years, she sometimes dreams of the same neighborhood, populated by the same people. It doesn't exist, but whenever she has the reoccurring dream all the same people live there and time has passed. Gives me the creeps! 

The forest changed

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I have a few stories about my mom in this thread, so I waited a bit to write my own. A simple but powerful occurrence.

People always share really heartwarming ghost stories in this contest. This isn’t that exactly, but I hope it’s the prelude to someone else’s heartwarming ghost story.

Warning – Domestic Violence

I’ve crossed past with serial killers 3 times in my life. All are horrific and one was even turned into a made for TV movie. Of the three, this story is the most frightening.

2nd story. My maternal gran had a three storey house, which is let out as apartments. This is in the 1950s, Wales. She stopped when they had an incident where a young woman, about to go into the forces committed a crime. She had given birth to a child, probably stillborn, and his the body in a linen hamper. The body…

This happened 30 years ago. My dad and two friends were on a backpacking trip to a remote region of the Medicine Bow Wilderness. It was a quick, uneventful weekend trip, and the two friends actually left early Sunday morning to get home because they had to work the next day (it’s about a 2 hour hike in from the canyon…

Totally. And I struggle with the ones that feel like a creative writing assignment. Even if they’re well written, too much detail/dialogue (that seem unlikely to really be remembered accurately) actually take me out of the story because it can feel so contrived.

Quite a few years ago, I was in a very bad relationship with a guy who we will call B. He was all around wrong for me, but I was young and of course I thought I could change him. We had already been dating for a while when I began to suspect he was into some....bad endeavors. Anyway, the final straw came when I found…

My mom moved to a different state when I was a teenager and I’d come visit for a few days every summer and stay in the same room. I never got a good night’s sleep and would always end up with horrible allergy symptoms.

I didn’t write this one but know of the house in question. I also know the part about the bartender is true, as it happened to a friend when I first moved to town. The house is back up for rent now. I believe someone moved into it towards the end of last year, so it means another family couldn’t stand it.

I rarely tell this story, because people just chalk it up to the weed and wine, but I was pretty clear-headed when it happened. What I saw may not qualify as a ghost, but it was something. Anyhow.

Two creepy moments to share:

Way, way back in the 1980’s, when all phone lines were ‘landlines’, answering machines were rare, and caller ID was not available, I was in Grade 11, home alone, and at the mercy of a persistent prank caller.

Okay so I talked about my creepy haunted childhood house for the home improvement Pissing Contest and was advised to post it in the Spooky Story contest. I have already read way scarier stories but I’ll just cut and paste with a few edits:

This happened pretty recently. I found an old neighbor on the street one day with a bloody face. He had fallen over while walking his dog and couldn’t get up. I called 911 and hung around to see if he got admitted to the hospital, offering to keep his dog if so. He didn’t but I checked on him a few days later, worried…

I grew up in a small town in North Florida. It is small with a picture perfect Main Street, beautiful beaches untouched by tourism, everyone knows each other kind of town. When my parents moved to town, we would drive by this Victorian style house (it wasn’t new built in the early 1990s) that we loved. It has a what I…