[TW: Domestic violence]

Good story but sounds like fiction...

When I was 10 years old in the 1990's in the Central Valley, California, I had already become the procrastinator I am today. I was up late working on a major term paper for our 4th grade class. It was never normal for me to stay up past midnight on a school night (or ever, really), but the research report was due the…

I already submitted a scary story from childhood at the beginning of the month. This creepy incident happened last night.

Two short stories - both told to me by the folks it happened to in NYC, and for some reason I found super creepy.

1 - My friend “Mickey” had some time to kill one afternoon so he went into a well known midtown Irish pub for a pint of Guinness (or 2 or 3). As he is leaving the bar, he notices a disheveled older guy…

[I heard this story multiple times, directly from the source--I don’t even remember everything about it, but the part I do remains one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever heard, and I will still think of it from time to time and get a little freaked out]

If this seems familiar, I submitted too late in the past and got stuck in the greys.

Well my story is just scary and might be spooky too. I have read Jezebel for a long time as a man who loves all of the authors who have permeated these Jezebel halls since I started reading the original Deadspin and Gizmodo iterations.

The summer I turned 15, my dad moved the family to Alaska to satisfy his craving for solitude and unspoiled nature. Our rental house was in a pretty spot on top of a hill, but was really isolated. We’re talking a 30+ minute drive from town, steep dirt road most of the way, with no neighbors around for a couple miles.…

In 1996, when I was 13, I went to my cousin Sarah’s house in a North London suburb called Kingsbury. We were both only children and have overbearing, insane mothers who would never let us out by ourselves, so when we got together would become hyper, boisterous, pests. While we would have every detail of our life…

My then boyfriend (now husband) and I stayed at a remodeled “poorhouse” in Oregon - McMennamins Edgefield. That night, I had a vivid dream or something where a woman was standing above me, telling me she would “see me in hell” for being an adulterer. She was wearing tattered clothing from the early 1900s. I have never…

I grew up in an old house on a private road with no outlet and only one neighbor visible from the house. The house had originally been a little ranch style cottage that was used as a weekend getaway in the woods near the creek. My parents eventually built a second floor where my bedroom and my parents bedroom were…

Roommates Unwanted
I moved to New Orleans over 15 years ago for grad school and like many before me immediately fell in love with the food, culture, and people. It is a very intoxicating and romantic place. The historical homes with their antique fixtures and furniture make it to easy to imagine people from a different…

My bf and I live in a warehouse that stretches from a busy street to a back alley. We love to be outside but lack a backyard, so we spent a lot of time in the alley, which was cozy despite being open to public traffic. Two lots across the alley are undeveloped and overgrown with tropical vegetation and large oak…

Why are all of the entries so aggressively awful this year? Are they always this bad? Half of them have nothing to do with spooky Halloween stories. My kid ran off for a minute at the store? Really? That’s your spooky Halloween story? Ffs...

Back in early 2018, my fiance & I bought a house to rehab into our home. It was a foreclosure, halfway between our respective workplaces, in rural western Pennsylvania. Nice property, nice neighborhood, but house needed a LOT of work. Think all new wiring, plumbing, gas lines, drywall — you name it. The house was…

The Succubus

I’ve told a different story or two before but honestly this is the last I’ve got. Plus I’m doing it in the month so late I’m not sure many will see it.

Did this occur during the time the serial killer Israel Keyes was active? Burying a “murder bucket” in a random location and coming back to it years later were part of his MO. He died in prison, but the FBI is still investigating his activities to identify victims. 

What’s In the Bucket?