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I write about Into the Woods ALL OF THE TIME.

Ditto that. I could barely sleep last night even though I stopped reading stories at 3:30 in the afternoon.

Ghosts I Have Been is even better! Speaking of abusive parents and the whole town willing to write off a twelve year old girl...

This is available on Kindle Unlimited, it made me want to sign up for that just so I could read this for "free!" Can't wait!

I remember really liking this one too:

I love Mary Downing Hahn's books! She was my favorite author when I was in 4th and 5th grade. She came to my school and autographed one of my books (The Jellyfish Season). I haven't read Wait Til Helen Comes in a while though, it might be time to revisit it!

I remember this book, but with the way mulletier cover:

Oh MAN I loved this book as a kid! It was my staple freak-myself-out book in the elementary school library. I just read it again last year when I found it at my local public library. Still creepy!

My parents just bought a house in Maryland. When they were in the process of buying it, I immediately asked how old the house was and how many previous owners there were, because I am an avid horror fan and I do believe in ghosts. My mother told me that the house is pretty new—only one previous owner, who was selling

Alright, this will never be read, I don't know why I bother.

As some of you know, I grew up in a very rural part of northern Utah. My family were transplants from California, and because we weren't mormon, we never really fit in. I spent a lot of time alone as a child and had a reputation for being a bit strange. We had started out in a cabin in the woods, far from everyone

This is my story, that I posted somewhere far away in the grays, but after reading yours I wanted to share because I went through something similar...

I'm home alone right now and extremely effing scared from reading too many of these stories, so I'm going to post my own as a sort of palate cleanser. It isn't frightening, thank god, but it remains one of the most surpassingly strange things I've ever experienced.

I have a close girlfriend - well, we've waned a bit in the past 6 years, but we love each other - whose brother and nephew have a similar story.

Never seen one myself but I have a story from someone I trust. A few years ago, I asked my SO if he had ever seen a ghost. He got really uncomfortable and squirrelly, lots of hemming and hawing. Annoyed, I said "Just say yes or no! I won't judge if you think you have seen a ghost." (I'm a skeptic and figured he didn't

This is the closest thing I have to a ghost story. It isn't scary, but it is haunting.

Something like this happened to my best friend in college. She was in her bedroom in her hour sleeping. She starts to hear rustling around in her roommate's room, like someone is trying to open the window. It's an older house, so the windows are the kind that push up. Said roommate was staying at her boyfriend's

Back in 2007, my husband and I were newly-married and moved to the mountains in Southern California. I was pregnant at the time. We found this house that had two levels: we would rent the first floor, and another couple with a baby were already living on the second. The place was in one of the less-sunny areas of

When I was a little girl, I would be unsuccessfully put down for naps on a regular basis (how foolish I was!) and would chatter alone in my room or the guest room of my grandparents house. One day my mother asked me who I was talking to and I raved on and on about my friend Naomi, the lady who came to talk and sing

I truly don't know why I subject myself to this thread every year.