(Copying/pasting from my own blog here, so yes, you can find an almost verbatim version of this elsewhere online.)

When I was a kid, my family acquired a Ouija board. We tried it out a few times, with minimal success, until one day, we ‘struck gold’.

Last year my husband and I moved into a very old brownstone in the Philadelphia. The house was built in 1860, and is now divided into 6 apartments. Ours is an Edgar Allan Poe story come to life - I was immediately drawn to its 14-foot ceilings with intricate molding, wood floors, fireplaces, tiny carved wooden…

Is the creepiest/scariest, because: