I read a bunch more and I’m coming back to say this one better be in the top picks. It has all the best hallmarks of a jeze scary story WINNER!!! 

UHM I WILL LOSE ALL MY SHIT AND OPENLY EMBRACE IT... BUT ALSO TOTALLY LOSE MY SHIT.

Oh HELL NO. He was cutting off your clothes?! WHAT THE F*CK. 

So this happened to me quite some time ago (almost 20 years, wow I feel old!), but I still remember details to this day.

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 …

My other post was embarrassing and real-life, so I separated the one that’s emotional and possibly-supernatural.

I don’t think this is what Jezebel intended for the contest, as it’s not scary. I briefly told this story in the comments of one of the contest pages a few years ago. Frankly, I don’t think about it much, as although it’s not the supernatural element that got to me at the time, it was a frightening experience and…

This is a true story that is scary on... well, levels, ha. I’ve obscured some details so as not to give away any too identifying information, although the details are part of what makes the story.

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…

Yep yep!  I have several stories about my childhood self and my great-great-great aunt that are like this.  Once when I was three, I was climbing from an embroidered footstool to the bed to the footstool to the floor (easily amused even then).  My grandmother asked me what I was doing, and I said, “I got this when we…

Medium creepy story, but very affecting part of my life...

Wow I finally have a contribution!

Short but sweet.

I’ve posted in each of the last two years. This will probably be my last; I’m out of stories about the ghost I had in my house growing up.

Ok, I’ve been a reader of this thread for a few years now, every year I both love and loathe this thread because my morbid curiosity and inability to stop reading inevitably leaves me scared shitless for several days, and then I start the cycle all over again. This year, I want to submit my own.

When was about 26 I moved back in with my parents. I had been going through a rough time and was in between jobs. I didn’t really know what I was going to do with my life and felt a lot of unease. I had broken up with the first person I had ever loved right before my move, knowing we were not right for each other. On…

I submitted this last year, too, because it is the best dang spooky thing that ever happened to me.

In the bed asleep and something screams my name jolting me awake. I look around, get up and check to see if it was my wife. Nope she is sound asleep in our daughters room. I go back to lay down and try to go back to la la land. I lay down with just the sheet over me and toss and turn.