But aren’t you fascinated by how paper routes worked in some random small town 35 years ago, hmmm?

It’s not much and probably just a dream I had as a kid. But I was convinced for years this was real.

My favorite one from this year was the “time rub” story, where the author’s grandmother saw her friends, from the future, in her living room during a bad electrical storm. Her friends (in the present day) saw her grandmother, from the past, where her living room used to be at the old farm ruins.

You were nice to her and complimented her home, maybe she wanted you to stay

You just reminded me of something that happened 20+ years ago that I rarely think about.

Why do people keep creepy stuff? Burn it with fire!! D:

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.…

Our house is probably haunted. We don’t talk about it often because my husband and I share the philosophy that the more attention you give to something the more energy and power you give it. If we spent a lot of time thinking about how haunted the house might be, we would probably see more evidence because we’d…

“The Granny Flat”

Hi. I’ve been reading this scary story series for years but have never taken the time to tell my story:

About 16 years ago I was single and living alone, for the first time ever, in my 1920s bungalow. I loved my little fixer upper, and I had found a nice antique English haberdashery armoire at an action house for only $100. My bedroom was the very back room of the house and had no closet, only my bed and this armoire. I…

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

When I was a senior in college I spent about 18 months living in a 100 year old house owned by a relative. It was right in the heart of the city, on a busy street that was one of the main north-south thoroughfares, in a neighborhood where there was only about six feet or so gap between the houses. 

I will start this off by saying I do not believe in ghosts or spirits or the afterlife, but I experienced something a few years ago that spooked me to the core and still gives me the chills when I think about it today. I was living in an apartment in the Flatbush area and had been there for a few years with no issues…

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?”.

This happened in 2000, and although not a supernatural story per se, it was one of the creepiest fucking things that I have ever witnessed:

When I was in gradeschool we lived in a tiny cottage, built in the 1940's. My mother was an artist, and tutored students at our house. She also had a lot of college-aged artsy friends who would come over and hang out. This was the 1970's, so they were no doubt sitting around getting totally baked, so if I weren't…

Okay, here goes.

It's kind of a long story!