This story isn’t scary, and there are so many other stories on here that I doubt anyone will read it...but it IS true, I wanted to share it somewhere, and folks in my normal life would probably roll their eyes, so...

Next to it was a large clown doll, staring up at me with dead clown doll eyes, leaned against the wall, as if watching me enter his domain.

This is the most believable of the stories so far to me. I am 100% sure that if my Grandma arrives at the Pearly Gates and gets told she has the option to stick around and bother her kids at work and comment on her grandkids’ dating choices, she will be ALL OVER that shit. 

This is by far— by FAR— the freakiest thing that has ever happened to me.

When I was about 22 one of my close friends, T, completed suicide. His housemate found him. None of us knew what he’d been going through. He was the life and soul. It was hard.

I spontaneously posted this last year, but am sharing again because the guy whom it’s about would kind of love that I’m doing it.

I was recently staying at a wellness resort retreat in the desert. I don’t want to say the name because it’s truly delightful, but it’s like one of those place where white women go to do yoga and eat organic food and get Ayurveda massages. They also have a lot of things there that would maybe be considered mysticism.…

I like spooky things, but I wouldn’t consider myself a big believer of the supernatural. In fact, if this hadn’t happened to me, I would easily write all ghost stories off to be just that - stories. But it did, and for 30 years it has lingered in the back of my mind “was that real?”.

In college, and still now (nearly 6 years out) I worked at a haunted summer camp.

Ok. My story is from 2016. I don’t know that it’s strictly scary, or at least, I wasn’t particularly scared at any point but it is creepy. For background on me, sometimes I feel things but I don’t usually SEE things.

Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

Not scary, but still…

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

I’m going to post a second story. I saw my dad.