I liked this one. Spooky and very well written - I could really picture everything you described. 

I had a paper route. This was in the mid 1980’s. At the time I was a typical ten year old boy living in the suburbs of Cincinnati, Ohio. We lived in a two story house near the end of a cul-de-sac. My mom and dad and me. I’d taken over the paper route from a friend at the beginning of summer, thinking of earning some…

This happened to me about a year ago, in early October, while on a road trip with my mom (another horror story unto itself. She didn’t let me drive the car for our entire 11 day trip. Who does that?). We stayed our second night of the trip, due to my urging, at a very famous haunted hotel in rural Arizona. This is a…

Super late but oh well. I didn’t even remember this story til I was reading through and some of the others reminded me. This happened when I was in college, in a small town in PA, pretty out in the boondocks.

Arizona native here - I wonder where you were? Jerome or Bisbee? Tombstone? Old Tucson Studios? Regardless, I’ve been pulled by the desert. I have traveled and lived in different places and there’s nothing quite alluring like the desert. It’s terrifying as shit though. One time I was living on the North side of…

I don’t have any specific supernatural stories, but I do have a good kids say creepy things story.

I’m not sure I’ll make it out of the grays, and if I do this post will get buried, but I still want to share. This isn’t my own story. It’s my late grandmother’s, and I remember her telling it to me only once when I was a kid. It scared the hell out of me then and it scares me even more as an adult.

a few years ago in our late 20s my boyfriend and I had booked two nights in a cheap walkers’ lodge in a tiny remote Scottish hamlet during one of our trips to the Highlands. we had planned to camp one night, stay one or two in the hostel, depending on weather, then camp some more. as it was late autumn and the…

This story isn’t nearly as scary as others here, but it still creeps me out when I think about it.

A few years ago my daughter was taking skiing lessons at a place in the Shenandoah Valley about 90 minutes west of where we live (if you live in the area, you probably know where I’m talking about). You could get there…

My wife and I bought a house on see Lake Michigan just north of Chicago. Beautiful views of the water, the city, and the home is spectacular for raising kids. It was built in the 80s, so we didn’t think anything weird would come up. For the first 1.5 years in the house, nothing. The occasional creaky floorboard but…

Absolutely no part of this story is exaggerated, and I still don’t know what to make of it. Until I was five, I was raised in a teeny tiny town. My small neighborhood was more like a compound, where all of the people who worked in the clinic next door lived. There was a big garden in the middle of the neighborhood…

Ok, I live for these every year but never post because nothing super spoopy has ever happened to me. But there was one time. I had moved to a house on Alki (West Seattle) because this was the time where rent prices were literally doubling every year, but West Seattle was a little bit of a reprieve. I found a 2 bedroom…

Home Sweet Haunted Home

This happened in November last year. The only positive I have been able to take away from it is that I finally have something for this story contest, because I definitely cannot afford to move!

So this is going to sound like nothing. At the time it FELT like nothing. It was only the next morning that I realized how fucked up it was. After the story last year about the yoga retreat (submitted by annclayborn) I figured I’d share.

The last time I read any of these it was 2016! I’ve got two stories: one eerie, one nice.

This isn’t really scary and I’m certain there’s an explanation but it threw me for a loop at the time. It certainly isn’t going to be in the running for a prize, I just felt like sharing it as a supernatural-adjacent story.

Sorry for lateness! I’ve been trying for days to login to kinja! I was gonna write about my unfriendly ghost in my first apartment, but as I was writing I remembered this odd story that happened.

I lived (still do) in Turkey. I love the country, but found the language hard and was pretty lazy about learning it. Last year I lived in a big, old apartment that took up an entire floor of a three-storey block. An old man lived upstairs and a middle aged couple lived downstairs. The neighbours were friendly but I…

I post every year cause I’ve lived quite the haunted life. Last year I posted about phantom smells and wanted to do an update on that, briefly.