Okay, here goes! First time poster.

Who the fuck would stab a cat?  Ugh people suck

Second submission! This will get lost, but it’s the only other creepy/qualifying experience I’ve had. Below, the story of the cave.

Omg. Tears here...

Thanks, I had a few experiences before and after that, but nothing as deeply chilling to me as the “suitor”. I do think that a place can absolutely hold energies or spirits can be grounded to a place.

This year, I’m pretty sure I became part of someone’s ghost story.

When I was 23, I traveled for the first time to Seattle with my mom, dad and 17 year old sister. We went to check out the university and do some generic sightseeing. This was back in the dark ages of AOL and dial up, so my mom used AAA to find and book a hotel in a rather random industrial neighborhood. I think she…

Absolutely. Funny how doing those small things made me feel like I was overreacting, but reading these suggestions made by you and others let’s me know I’m not and that it’s the right step.

About ten years ago, I was a student teacher in a summer English program held in a remote-ish town in a foreign country. The idea was to give local high school students a semi-immersive experience: the (American) English teachers and students, along with an interpreter, would all be living together for a month in a…

By “wood stove” and “wooden stove”, I meant wood-burning stove. Do not build your stoves out of wood (I cannot stress this strongly enough), and my apologies for any confusion!

In my early twenties, I had a job in the national security bureaucracy where we dealt with a bunch of classified stuff, which meant that there was no ability to work remotely. For the year+ that I did the job, I generally got to the office early in the morning and left around midnight, six or seven days a week. It was…

I wasn’t brought up to fear the dead, or ghosts. I played in the cemetery one house away. My Grandfather’s protective spirit opened bedroom doors nightly at Grandma’s house, checking on us as we fell asleep and then the sound of heavy men’s dress shoes made their way to the next room.

This is not a supernatural story and it does have a happy ending. (the other one posted here, my mom claims is supernatural).

The summer after my high school graduation I decided to live on my own for the first time. I am an only child and my parents divorced when I was twelve. I lived with my Mom and she wanted to move to Dallas, TX for work. Jobs for a middle aged woman were hard to come by in the small NM oil field town we lived in so it…

In the late 1960s, my mom lived with her parents and three sisters in a ranch-style house in a middle-class neighborhood. Throughout the summer, the neighborhood had been plagued with a series of strange nocturnal incidents - dogs growled inexplicably, back gates were left open, outdoor items were moved around. A few…

I love Mystic Beach, but have heard more than a handful of creepy stories about that place. I guess some names are earned.

Not a supernatural tale, but part one of the story has a MeToo experience, in case someone is triggered.

After living in a big city for college and working a year after graduation with a job that allowed me to pretend it was college year 5, I decided that it was probably best to head back home to Fairfield County,…

Last night I dreamt that a hamburger was eating me. 

My family immigrated to America from Korea when I was seven years old. I remember very few things about my childhood there, but this particular incident remains seared to my memory.

I was late last year and submitted after the cut off. Here we go!