I have a lot of scary stories, but I wouldn’t at all classify this as a ghost story. This was scary in the moment, but looking back on it, it was mostly just very weird. Wondering if ya’ll have any insight into what exactly this was.

Dude thank you and damn you because I am now obsessed. That is one freaking great podcast!

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Holy crap, WTF, Auntie?! “Go hug the child murderer and come get some potato salad!”

The scariest part of the story is definitely the aunt...

This is heartbreakingly familiar and scarier than any haunted house or restless spirit.  I’m a trauma psychologist who works with abused women (and occasionally men). I also grew up witnessing my father’s abuse toward my mother, sometimes explicit and evil, some times deeply insidious and gaslit. When the ones we…

Thank you! At least they could do the bare minimum of starting off with a sentence about how they never shared or tried to share last time to set the mood. Plus some people are posting multiple stories that seem to be of completely different people.

I love a podcast, I love spooky stories, colour me interested.  I did a search for Spooked and a bunch of stuff came up so if you could point me in the correct direction...

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When I was 14 I worked in a doll shop on the first floor of an old colonial house.

BRAVO. Bra-fucking-vo.

Nope.

Near Rockford, you say? Depending on the time frame, I may have seen the same light. It ran parallel to my buddy’s car for a while, then took off, jinked in a few odd directions, then streaked off incredibly fast. My friends and I always joke about it being a true UFO - a flying object that none of us could ever…

“Without a Whisper”

A few years ago, I had a great job: It was my first office job, and it was in my field of study. I got along great with all my colleagues, we had a lot of fun together, and I learned so much working there.

A few years ago my husband worked third shift, 10pm-6:30am, which left me home alone with our three year old son all night. Since I am a big scaredy cat and our son was young enough, I decided that we would both sleep in his room every night — with the door locked. Sometimes I would hear noises or get a creepy feeling…

Ever since I was little I would have weird dreams about things that had already happened that there was no way I would know about them. Like knowing the not common name of my great grandfather’s fishing buddy who died well before I was born.

My great-grandmother, Ket, was an Irish immigrant and from all accounts was angry woman that secretly drank like a fish while reciting bible verses. Her husband, my great-grandfather, David, was also very angry and after he came back from World War I where he was shot multiple times and lost an eye, he would…

I told this one before, but I posted really late so I’ll try again this year.

I was really young when this story took place, only about four years old. It happened to my sister although I was in the house at the time. My father had just finished his law degree, and we had moved back to my parents hometown for him to start his articling process at a firm there. They were both young and…