In the late 1960s, my mom lived with her parents and three sisters in a ranch-style house in a middle-class neighborhood. Throughout the summer, the neighborhood had been plagued with a series of strange nocturnal incidents - dogs growled inexplicably, back gates were left open, outdoor items were moved around. A few…
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My soon-to-be husband and I were out in Los Angeles visiting a friend of ours for a few days. Said friend has very graciously offered to host the two of us for a few days and adorably has set up his futon for us (he all but put a mint on our pillows — he was very excited to have us over).
The house that I grew up in dated back to the early 1700s. It was a mansion, that had been converted into apartments. Supposedly it was used as the basis for one of the locations in a Sherlock Holmes story. Presumably because Sir Arthur Conan Doyle lived about a mile away, and you could see my house from there.…
As a family historian, I love this one ❤️ spooky but sweet
Years ago, when I was a teenager, I had my one and only waking nightmare with sleep paralysis. I woke up, unable to move, and saw a huge demon’s face floating in the air in front of me. It was staring right at me! It didn’t speak or move it’s eyes or mouth. I wanted to wake up or get away from it because it was…
Our old house was built in the 1980's in a nice neighborhood and had’t had, to my knowledge, any deaths or tragedies. It’s a pretty generic suburban house, the upstairs bathroom is directly in front of the stairs with my youngest son and my daughters bedrooms off to the left and my middle son’s and the master bedroom…
This happened June or July of this year... we were having a little backyard BBQ and my son invited his girlfriend over. It was our first time meeting her. We were all sitting in the living room. My husband on one armchair, my son and the girl on the long sofa, with me sitting at the very end. We’re chit-chatting…
This all happened maybe 12-13 years ago. I had always lived with roommates and finally got fed up with them and decided to get a place of my own. Money was tight, so I settled on a small one bedroom apartment in a mediocre neighborhood. It wasn’t the nicest place, but rent was cheap.
I used to work in an old Manhattan townhouse on 5th Avenue near the Guggenheim Museum. The townhouse was donated to an arts society by its original owner—a wealthy industrialist from the early 1900's. The townhouse was huge and consisted of several floors which had remained almost exactly the same except for a few…
This is actually kind of sweet, I think. Uncanny, but sweet.
I had just lost my job - I’m a single dad and this hit hard; I live in northern Michigan, positions in my field are difficult to find, and the company, based in San Francisco, just kind of phased my position out. I’m prone to depression, so I got really low,…
I became fascinated in ghosts/the afterlife a few years ago when my 3 year old began talking about my husband’s cousin, who passed away before we met. My little guy would say things like “Ella’s here!” or just shout her name and laugh...and once he saw a picture of Ella’s sister & he asked, “is that Ella?” He never…
We recently moved into a big house built in the 1880s. Almost 3000sq ft, far too big for three of us but it was a good deal and exactly in the neighborhood we wanted. It has creaky old wood floors and multiple staircases. Sometimes my toddler will just look up from playing and ask me “mommy, who’s that?” And I don’t…
About four years ago my best friend was getting married in Galveston. She booked a reservation at the Ashton Villa, a historical mansion that is considered among the top ten most haunted places in Galveston (and considering the history of tragic deaths in Galveston, that probably means something). A week before the…
Well I have a lovely story to share and it literally just happened, so I thought I’d add it in here. (I have several spooky stories, but I like these types too and am in the mood for this kind. )
Gonna share a story from when I was a kid. I’ve shared it years before but I have a new update since the last time I did.
Ok. So this story is about how my mother saved my father from dying.
I’m in the greys so who knows if this will even go through..
About 6 years ago my husband and I bought a condo in a renovated religious school building dating from the 1880's. Picture massive granite stones and a building that is a block long, a true gothic thing of beauty. Anyhow, we’re on the top floor east wing which was apparently the student dormitories for the elementary…
When we were moving out of my dorm in my freshman year of college I found a pumpkin that had been there since October and I didn’t know because I am so goddam filthy. My hallmates screamed in horror.