Dogs are the best. I was house-sitting for my parents once, and their dog - a lab/shepherd mix who was so stupidly friendly he would open the door for burglars and show them where all the best stuff was - started creeping from room to room. I was following him when he suddenly turned away from the wall and physically…

This isn’t my own story, but my dad’s - and my dad isn’t a liar. He’s experienced a lot of wild things taking odd jobs out on the road throughout his twenties, but this story happened right in my Indiana hometown when my mom was pregnant with my older sister. We lived in the country, and there was a hairpin turn on…

I think one of the creepiest stories I’ve ever heard was from my friend Lisa, about the worst kind of ghost: the ghosts who are all too real. Lisa’s originally from the city of Rostock - a seaport in Germany. It used to be quite the big deal in the old GDR and her family have always had a presence in the shipbuilding…

I shared this too late for last year’s contest, so I’m trying again. This isn’t my own story. It’s my late grandmother’s tale, and I remember her telling it to me only once when I was a child.

It was 2003 and I had just moved to Chicago for a job. I didn’t know anyone but I was in my early 20s and always wanted to live in a big city. I worked in the suburbs, but I found an apartment in a somewhat-nice neighborhood on the north side of the city and after a few months I felt settled in.

And this, my dears, is exactly why you get big, thick, wooden dowels or heavy broomsticks and cut them to fit in the tracks of the sliding glass doors when the door is closed. The entire back wall of our house — both downstairs and upstairs - is just a wall of sliding glass doors that open out onto the woods. You can…

Yeah, we talk about it every few years. We come to the same conclusion-why did we BOTH see it?

I’ll preface this by saying I’m a skeptic-as much as I’d like supernatural things to exist, I find it hard to believe. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for what I encountered, but that doesn’t stop it from being the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

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.

Yeah, they aren’t cool. Trust me, that home was abusive in more ways than one. The real horror story is when my mother had a psychotic break and my alcoholic father decided instead of taking her to the hospital he needed to drink at the bar. He gave me a gun and told me to shoot her if she tried to kill me, then…

When I was 12, I briefly hung out with a group of girls who were more “mature” than I was—which is to say, they liked boys and makeup, and I was more of a play-with-my-American-Girl-dolls type of tween. One summer day we decided to dress up and walk around our town, which was basically an attention-getting exercise.…

Back in 2011 I spent 6 months studying abroad in Cape Town, SA. It was largely a great experience, but at least at that time the amount of violence against women was incredibly high. We were constantly warned by program admins to be on guard when we traveled around, but of course being 20 years old I didn’t take their…

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…

Your mom was weiging her options like, “hmmm....tornado or ghost, tornado or ghost....you know what? Tornado!” Amazing. 

From ages four to fourteen, I lived in an old brick house in a college town in central Texas where almost everything was new construction. It was in a pretty ritzy part of town, and even there it stood out with its “circa 1925" bronze plaque next to the front door. My parents were professors at the local…

I posted this last year hours before the deadline. Doubt many people saw it so I thought I’d post again. Hope that’s cool.

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 thiiiink I told this story like ten years ago here, but it may have been somewhere else. Anyway, here it is again!!

Holy shit. 😬

This happened when I was around seven and living in a small farm town outside of Chicago. Each night I’d go to bed and from the ceiling above me a little girl, in the shape of a shadow, would watch me. I recall she had this curly untamed hair and no facial features, but she definitely read as a little girl around my…