You can’t blame everything on the cats

Back in high school, my parents were strict about my curfew and driving long distances. I thought it was lame then, but I would not drive 2 hours with a 17 year old behind the wheel now.

So so glad you listened to your gut and were able to get out of there! And please don’t feel ashamed of “your choices” - you were doing what you could to get by, and someone terrible and scary and experienced in exploitation tried to take advantage of you at a vulnerable time. Best of luck; I hope things start looking…

This happened in 1999 in my Chicago suburb. I was 17 (guy) home alone on a week night - maybe 8pm or so - it was dark out. My dog was in the backyard barking and growling, which was not usual, but happened from time to if there was a squirrel or rabbit in the yard. I opened the door to my dog intently staring out to…

Disclaimer- I shared this last year after the submission deadline. My story is by far the creepiest and most random thing that has ever happened to me but I acknowledge it is definitely not the scariest of the bunch. However I do want to share again and would love to hear thoughts on what this could have been.

Years ago, I housesat for my sister and her husband when they went off on their honeymoon. My boyfriend at the time was out of town, so it was just me and my sister’s two large boxers. It was in a suburban neighborhood, but their house sat at the edge of the neighborhood, next to a grove of hazelnut trees that then…

This is a long story and will probably end up buried, but honestly I just want to tell it. This seems like a good place. It involves me making some very poor decisions - if my life had an absolute nadir (so far) it would probably be the week this happened. Please remember that as you read. It is also *slightly*…

My wife’s been telling me to post this for the last few years and I always brush it off :/ I’m not sure it stacks up against some of the crazier stories on here, but it’s true, so I guess that counts for something.

I was born in Oklahoma. When I was two my parents divorced (my dad was a cheating cunt. Still is, but he…

At the end of this summer, I had quite a decent Facebook Marketplace addiction, and I was sporadically zipping out to drop off or pick up random items.

Not exactly scary and will probably get stuck in the greys (can I please be ungreyed?) but here goes:

I’m a little late, but I wanted to share some stories my dad told me about his experiences with djinn in India. I’m pretty sure every Muslim kid loves a good djinn story and I’m no exception, but hope you all enjoy it too.

Dear folks that are worried their comments will never be seen, I am reading them and I am sure folks like me are reading them too. I truly appreciate all of your stories and they genuinely scare me. Your efforts are not for nothing, YOUR RANDOM STORIES ARE MY FAVOURITE. Thank you! Keep it up. With much love, me. And…

I’ve been meaning to share this story for years but I always got in too late. Hopefully I’m in time this year, although there are already 500+ comments and even more in moderation. Oh, well. Onward!

Not paranormal or supernatural at all, and in the end more funny than scary, but it was extremely scary at the moment it happened...

Growing up my family moved a lot. All within the same town. My parents had their own business building custom homes and for our family they would build a nice house and we would live in it until it sold. By the time I was 18 I had moved 30 times, mostly in the same town. Just from house to house. I mention this because…

I posted this story last year, but I was sort of late in my submission and it ended up buried about 5,000 comments down. Now, two days into the contest and there’s already 365 comments! Well, here’s hoping it gets seen this year.

This happened when I was around 13 or 14. My dad had recently passed away, so it was just me, my mom, and my 5-years-younger brother. After my dad died, my mom became really adamant about always keeping the doors locked all the time, even though we lived in a safe, quiet neighborhood in a safe, quiet Alaskan town. I…

The Thing in the Apartment

In high school, I lived in a farm house built in the early 1700s. The farm had been out of use for a long time but the house was original. We had fallen on some tough times financially and living there seemed like a dream come true, even though the place was in pretty rough shape.

I submitted this last year but it was way too late... so here goes again