Creepy, real life story, in the woods:

This story is lore in my family. In the 1970s, my aunt lived in Seattle. Her apartment was across from another apartment building, and her window looked directly into the apartment of a handsome, seemingly well-to-do young man.

This happened about four years ago. For the record, I’m a woman in her twenties. I was like 21 or so at the time, my mom was in her early 50s.

My parents were really poor when I was young and they always drove these old jalopies that were one long drive from breaking down.

So I’ve been wanting to share my encounters for a few years now and I finally worked up the courage to make a user name to do so! I hope this, at the very least, entertains you:

I posted this a couple of years ago but it never got out of the treys. Might as well give it another try:

I originally posted this story in the Scary Stories contest in 2011, but I thought I’d bring it back because I have an addendum to the story.

So I wanted to join in the fun this year, and finally remembered one I can tell, even though it’s slightly anticlimactic.

This is such an awesome thread! I only have one experience that scared me shitless and was part of the impetus to end a relationship I’d just gotten into. Haunted house=dealbreaker.

I lived in a house for five years that constantly had things disappearing and reappearing in strange places. Noises that sounded like people walking up the back steps. Shadows in the kitchen. My sister refused to be alone in our house anymore. That kind of thing. It wasn’t terrible, but obviously wasn’t awesome. We…