When I was in college 1.0 for a theater degree as a costume tech, I lived with my roomie in a scuzzy apartment complex, but the building I lived in was a very happy little microcosm of nice folks. It was the single nicest community of people I’ve ever lived with, they are relevant and...this one’s long. Because…

The thing is it’s not an average day, and as someone who’s lived here for 30 years I thought I could shield my niece from a lot of NYC’s craziness but so much is unavoidable. She got a month’s worth in 12 hours. And she was only 19 and had never been in an urban environment before. I would have been terrified. She…

About 12 years ago, my now ex-husband and I were just married and expecting a baby. We were looking for an affordable place to live in the Southern CA mountain town my parents lived in. We found this house on the part of the mountain that didn’t get much sunlight. Most of the houses around it were unoccupied for the…

This is by far— by FAR— the freakiest thing that has ever happened to me.

My parents thought they were just going to have one chid-me. My mom had my brother the summer before I started fourth grade. I was *relatively* okay with this. My mom had a c-section, and her mom came to stay because my baby brother was freaking huge and my dad had to get back to work.

I grew up in a small town on the Oregon coast, and it was the summer of my senior year of high school in the late 90s. My best friend and I were asked to house sit for some family friends of ours as they drove their son to college back east. They’d be gone for a whole month—jackpot! The family was one of the wealthier…

When I was about 22 one of my close friends, T, completed suicide. His housemate found him. None of us knew what he’d been going through. He was the life and soul. It was hard.

Two years ago, I got severely, awfully sick (probably the flu). I didn’t go to work for the entire week. It was all I could do just to keep myself drinking liquids and soup and shuffling to bed. The worst part was my husband was traveling for business, so I was all alone, just me and our sweet black cat Libby.

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I was recently staying at a wellness resort retreat in the desert. I don’t want to say the name because it’s truly delightful, but it’s like one of those place where white women go to do yoga and eat organic food and get Ayurveda massages. They also have a lot of things there that would maybe be considered mysticism.…

Hi. I’ve been reading this scary story series for years but have never taken the time to tell my story:

About 16 years ago I was single and living alone, for the first time ever, in my 1920s bungalow. I loved my little fixer upper, and I had found a nice antique English haberdashery armoire at an action house for only $100. My bedroom was the very back room of the house and had no closet, only my bed and this armoire. I…

I will start this off by saying I do not believe in ghosts or spirits or the afterlife, but I experienced something a few years ago that spooked me to the core and still gives me the chills when I think about it today. I was living in an apartment in the Flatbush area and had been there for a few years with no issues…

“Station wagon Stalker”

I think I’ve told this one in the comments before, but I couldn’t find it. This isn’t really paranormal either, but it happened to me when I was a kid of 12 or 13.

I was walking back home from the park with my sister and my best friend one Saturday. The park we went to was a quarter to a half…

Trigger warning: violent rape.

I like spooky things, but I wouldn’t consider myself a big believer of the supernatural. In fact, if this hadn’t happened to me, I would easily write all ghost stories off to be just that - stories. But it did, and for 30 years it has lingered in the back of my mind “was that real?”.

I was too late with my submission last year, so here goes...

I’m doxxing myself because my friends all know this story. I waited until daytime to write it because it scares me so much.

The scariest thing that ever happened to me was not supernatural which is odd because I grew up in a haunted house. But it was a house that was haunted by an old lady ghost who would do things for me like get me a glass of juice or if I sat up in my bed in the middle of the night and asked for it. Not like she’d bring…

In college, and still now (nearly 6 years out) I worked at a haunted summer camp.