“Sensitive”

One day I’m walking up to my apartment and notice a cinder block is sitting underneath one of my bedroom windows. I’m puzzled, how long has that been there? There’s a dumpster for our building’s trash at the end of the drive, and I think, maybe it accidentally ended up over next to my window when someone was trying to…

17 years ago, I found myself in rehab for alcoholism. The experience was positive and I’ve remained sober ever since. When my stint in rehab was finished, I couldn’t afford my old apartment and needed to find a new living arrangement. Thankfully, two of my fellow rehabbers, D. and A., needed a roommate and offered me…

My mom was killed by my father in 2017 in a murder-suicide. It was a total shock, to say the least. Since then, I’ve had some weird things happen. I will have super vivid dreams where she’s standing at the end of my bed, screaming, and I can’t help her. Another weird thing is my cell dials her number every couple…

Sometimes we get help from the other side don’t we? In 2016 i had a series of events that proved to me and a few family members that confirmed to me that the spiritual realm, exists quietly (mostly)with ours, only to rattle every now and then. My Dad passed away in May of that year and due to scheduling and such, his…

Mushroom season

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

Apologies in advance for the length. This story happened about 6 months ago, and I’ve gone back and forth on whether I should even post it. Last April, I decided to take advantage of one of the last cool evenings of the year and go for a walk while my husband waited for our food to arrive (we relied heavily…

Made this account purely to participate because I have a recent weird experience. This story is from about two months ago. I have no clear explanation for what the hell happened and it took me three attempts to work myself up to remembering it in enough detail to write it down. Here goes.

I grew up in a small town on the Oregon coast, and it was the summer of my senior year of high school in the late 90s. My best friend and I were asked to house sit for some family friends of ours as they drove their son to college back east. They’d be gone for a whole month—jackpot! The family was one of the wealthier…

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 used to work at Appuldurcombe House, a stately home on the Isle of Wight, it’s down the road from me. It’s kind of famous because it’s where the origin of “peeping Tom” came from as Lady Worsley who lived there banged so many people she was major tabloid fuel for 18th century newspapers. The house got bombed in WW2…

When I was in 7th grade one of my best friends, Carrie, had a Halloween party at her house. She invited a bunch of girls over. She asked me and our other best friend, Stacey, to spend the night.

For the most part it was a relatively wholesome Halloween party with activities like pumpkin carving, a bonfire with…

I had a dream in April of this year, right around the anniversary of my grandmother’s death. In my dream, I’m in my house, walking from my living room to my bedroom. I’m in the hallway, walking past the bathroom, and suddenly I’m dead. I don’t know what caused my death, but now I’m a ghost floating the rest of the way…

Yes on the “everything goes silent” bit. Years ago, 2001 -2002, my son and I were the only ones home, in a house that was haunted, I swear. My husband was taking evening classes so it was just myself and my two year old son at home. I was kicking back on the couch reading a book while he played on the floor nearby…

Long time lurker here. Favorite time of year!

I hope I’m not too late, or too gray! But anyway here is my spoooookkkkyyyyy story.

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.…

Edit: The title would be “I kind of hope it was rats all along.”

“Station wagon Stalker”

I think I’ve told this one in the comments before, but I couldn’t find it. This isn’t really paranormal either, but it happened to me when I was a kid of 12 or 13.

I was walking back home from the park with my sister and my best friend one Saturday. The park we went to was a quarter to a half…