Something similar happened to me when I was about 4 or 5. We lived on a lake and our boat was docked in the boat slip. My dad was cleaning the inside of the boat, when he heard a plop in the water. He went about what he was doing for another 2 or 3 minutes, but couldn’t shake the sound of the plop. He got out of the…

A few summers ago my brother and his family had a similar close brush with death. I’ve never been, but it’s a place called Banana Bend on the banks of the San Jacinto River near Houston, TX, that is notoriously known for being the site of several drownings.

My freshman year of college, I attended a small women-only liberal arts college in Virginia (it’s gone co-ed in the last few years, but at this point it wasn’t). I’m from California and was a little worried about being alone on my own so far from home, so I requested a room in the dorms’ No Man Hallway. The other…

My grandmother passed away after a long battle with dementia. I was folding laundry at home when my mom called to give me the bad news. Afterward, I was putting away clothes in my daughter’s room, crying and thinking about my grandma, when I smelled her perfume. It was Channel No. 5, her signature scent. It lingered…

Not scary, but still…

I was studying abroad in Rome, almost a decade ago. Had a late night dinner with friends a few miles from my apartment. Finishing our food, my friends insisted I call a cab—it was almost 1:00 am and the streets back were poorly lit. Wanting to seem whimsical and self-sufficient, I refused.

I’m so sorry. Take all the time you need — if it makes you feel any better, my dad’s ashes spent quite a long time on a bookshelf next to the ashes of my cat.

I find that happens when the page has been open for a while (I think especially if I leave it open but am not interacting with it for a while). The good news is, while it looks like you’re taking stars away, you are not: it’s just not registering them. The bad news is, the only solution I can find is to reload the…

Ok this is a total downer I realize but I’m kinda bummed because this thread has been my JAM for years and my parents died in a murder-suicide this summer. Suddenly the fact that I have their ashes in my house because we haven’t decided what to do with them yet is freaking me the FUCK out.

Tried posting this one a few years ago, but was too late. Not a ghost story, but it’s one of the scariest things that’s ever happened to me.

Read this on the way home and enjoyed the mild creeping. Picked up my preschooler, did the normal dinner and bed routine, looking forward to reading the comments. As I kissed my sweet child good night she said to me, “Mommy, can I get another animal in the middle of the night instead of [bunny she’s slept with since…

True story. Also, trigger warning, I guess.

I’m sure this will be buried, and it’s not terribly frightening, but it involves supernatural phenomenons/phenomena/whatever:

THAT IS HORRIBLE. I’m so sorry that that happened and so glad that you were ok.

I have never seen a ghost. I have not received repeated phone calls from disconnected numbers. Weird things do not generally happen to me.

GAH. This is my actual nightmare. Not as bad at all, but one night when I was like, 20 and driving home alone from a movie, this guy followed me flashing his high beams for miles. I was taking a weird country road home, so it was really unlikely he happened to be going that way. He was incessant. Never beeped, but…

Not sure this is “scary” but more “wtf”

I was on a horrible schedule, where I was waking up around 2AM every night, and had started a routine where I would go out for coffee early in the morning; before jumping on my computer for work.

AMEN

OH FINALLY! Also please fix Kinja so I can keep coming back to the right spot on this page because I’ll be coming back here for days.