Or EMFs from bad wiring.

yes, of course. Most (or all of these) are bullshit but really, really creepy & enjoyable BS!

Wow that went from really sweet to really creepy fast.

Crazy! Something similar happened once to me when I was about... eight-ish, I think. That’s 4th grade, right? Anyway, we were visiting my little brother’s godparents and I both loved and feared their house. We lived in a pretty non-descript, one story 3/2/2, so this two story, stone faced monolith with what seemed to…

I used to work in a very remote town, while living in my hometown 30 miles away. I was 20 and my Dad had just secured me my very first car to make the commute, it was a mid 1990’s Thunderbird with oxidizing paint, leaked every fluid I put into it, and had shitty gas mileage. Needless to say I was in love.

GHOST CAT!!!!

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

I can’t handle how frequently people seemingly were buried alive in the olden days.

NOPE

There is an 85% chance that this is the work of a world class troll who noticed the game cameras one day. That’s a 15% chance that you need motion triggered flood lights, a razor wire perimeter, bullet proof Windows, and probably one or two continuously maned guard towers.

*looks up from reading all the stories in the comments*

This is much more terrifying than a ghost story.

Okay, so this year I can participate since the main player who would be scandalized by airing the laundry has passed. As background, my mother had me in her late thirties and her mother in turn had her in her late thirties. My mother was the youngest of eight children and had brothers much older than she, which is how…

I’m sorry, but I don’t think over-aggressively picking your nose as a kid makes the spooky story cut!

This is not super scary (to me) but it is 100% true.

Not mine, but here’s an old family story that comes by way of my late Great-Grandmother, a hardy rural Yugoslavian woman if there ever was one.

My scary story -

Over the summer I took my son and his friend on a ride at the local fair. My son has Down syndrome, which is relevant to the story in that he doesn’t have the sort of fantastical imagination of his peers. Said differently, he doesn’t make shit up. As we were sitting waiting for the attendant to buckle everyone in my…

I grew up on a mountain in Alaska. The house was on some sort of hill carved out by glaciers, and that type of hill is supposedly a crossroads for spirits (can’t make this stuff up...), and at the time, was completely isolated from the neighbors. The house is surrounded by trees, and at night, you can barely see…

I am still not over “Look at Me”