House on Lake Erie

The women in my family are a mixed bag of crazy. We see, hear, sense, and dream odd things. So trying to write about one really scary story is very hard because every house I’ve lived in was either haunted, or became haunted due to the presence of my mother and I. This story is 100% true- hand to bible-.

My grandfather in 80’s Romania: everything was rationalized, bread, oil, butter, meat especially. So the black market flourished. He was shopping in the local market one day and some guy approached him. Apparently he sold pork for fairly decent prices. My grandfather followed him though narrow alleys and abandoned…

In fact, yes—this was right next to a park, and the city was in the process of cutting down some of the trees! Now I’m freshly freaked out all over again.

When I was in university, my walk home took me through a not-so-great neighborhood, often after a late night studying at the library.

ASSHOLE ALERT - I HAVE ANOTHER ONE.

I’ve posted this before, but what the hell:

This is the story of the two times my father came face to face with a serial killer.

YES YES YES YES YES SCARY STORY TIME!

It’s a widely accepted fact in my parents’ neighborhood that their house is haunted. Mostly because of the gruesome double murder of the original owners a few decades ago, and a few other deaths, but also because of all the weird noises older houses make. Even now, it’s really hard for my parents to get a house sitter…

YES YES YES YES YES