Ok, it’s basic etiquette that you don’t use someone else’s event to draw attention to yourself, though. No grabbing the mike to propose at someone else’s wedding, no announcing your engagement at someone else’s shower or gender reveal, and yeah, no announcing pregnancy at someone else’s wedding parties.

One day I’m walking up to my apartment and notice a cinder block is sitting underneath one of my bedroom windows. I’m puzzled, how long has that been there? There’s a dumpster for our building’s trash at the end of the drive, and I think, maybe it accidentally ended up over next to my window when someone was trying to…

This is not the same thing, but recently I had a moment where I ordered in takeout (also in Brooklyn), and the delivery guy asked to use my bathroom. He seemed slightly off, but in a very harmless way (in a way that made me wonder if he was somewhat developmentally disabled). He’d asked in Spanish, and I felt really…

I guess I’m pretty chilled out when it comes to ghosts LadyGrinningSoul. We all had a good laugh at the “Most Haunted” episode though. I mean the house is definately haunted but the stuff that they made up was bonkers - it’s a tiny village, even back then where would you find all these sacrificial virgins? There’s…

i’ve been reading this for several years and for me, there are three options.

don’t tell anyone but I’m happy to say I actually did sell my house at the beginning of this year (I wrote this for last years entry but was too late to submit.) Fuck that place!

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

I thought about suicide every day. My ex told me it was probably the best thing for the children.

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…

I used to work at Appuldurcombe House, a stately home on the Isle of Wight, it’s down the road from me. It’s kind of famous because it’s where the origin of “peeping Tom” came from as Lady Worsley who lived there banged so many people she was major tabloid fuel for 18th century newspapers. The house got bombed in WW2…

Probably too late for this/no one will read but I’ve had this story in my head for many years and haven’t had a lot of chances to tell people about it. It’s the one and only reason why I personally cannot rule out the existence of ghosts or at least spirits or energy that stays after someone dies

When I was in 7th grade one of my best friends, Carrie, had a Halloween party at her house. She invited a bunch of girls over. She asked me and our other best friend, Stacey, to spend the night.

For the most part it was a relatively wholesome Halloween party with activities like pumpkin carving, a bonfire with…

“The Running Man”

My dad has always had a bit of the shine. I grew up listening to his harmless ghost stories – the ones where windows slam shut on a windless evening, kitchen appliances and lights turn on and off all night long for no discernible reason, and heavy steps stalk the hallways and staircases at night. But it wasn’t until I…

This happened to me once when I was housesitting. The house had external metal security screen door that locked and regular doors with deadbolts. It wasn’t the greatest neighborhood with lots of (usually) harmless homeless people hanging around so I always double checked that every door )including the heavy duty metal…

I’ve hiked in the Superstition Mountains in Arizona quite a bit. One day I wanted to try somewhere new that wasn’t too taxing and still scenic. So I bypassed my usual trails and went to an area with a parking lot and set off from there. There was a paved path and once it ended, the trail led into a steep wash (kind of…

Cool story (Genuinely! No sarcasm!) but this typo made me expect something much, much stranger:

“Something is going on in your room here too, the cabinet the old computer is in is randomly growing.” 

Holy crap.

The real people stories are always the scariest. Always.

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.

Back in college, I spent a semester abroad studying in New Zealand. Over one weekend, some girlfriends and I decided to book an overnight horse trek with a company just outside the city on the south island where we all went to school. The company offered an hours-long ride to a small, secluded beach where we would…