It’s been increasingly clear to me that my oldest child, a daughter, has these “sensitivities.”  I’m realizing now that I’m going to have to be the mom who warns her kids about never knowing who you’re inviting in.  Jesus H Hoppin Christmas.

THIS is what I come to this contest for! Damn.

I am not a spiritual or anything, but there is something about connection and death.

Maybe I was sleepwalking and was trying to make a turkey decoration?

My cousin was murdered a couple of years ago. It very upsetting to our entire family. So sudden and violent. That night I dreamed of my grandmother, who was the sweetest, most loving person I’ve ever known. I was telling her about my cousin, whom she didn’t know because my cousin was from my dad’s side of the family…

I believe this. My grandmother, a practical and non-spiritual person, upon her deathbed, started describing in incredible and lucid detail everyone she had known who’d passed as they ‘entered’ her hospital room near the end. What clothes they were wearing, what they said to her, everything. My mom and cousin wrote it…

This is one of the very best ghost stories I’ve read in several years of these posts, and was also such a palate-cleanser after going through way too much of the not-supernatural scary stuff.

Yep, this is the one. This is the winner.

I told a very condensed version of this in a comment to one of the Jez horror story posts maybe about five? years ago, so I’m officially submitting this now. Now with bonus pics. 

That is lovely but freaky. A few days before my Dad died after years of fighting lymphoma, he fell into a ‘coma’ of sorts - wasn’t completely out of it but was nowhere near lucid. He would say things here and there about one thing or another. One afternoon my brother and I were sitting with him and my Dad opened his…

When my mom was dying of lung cancer and looped out of her mind on morphine most of the time, I was sitting with her one evening reading a book while she dozed and suddenly she was wide awake, lucid, and looked at me and said “Please tell (my then-husband) I am so sorry about his grandfather.” As far as I knew, his…

That’s beautiful and eerie and...

Similar (in that it’s nice) story happened to my friend. Her dad - 101, still sharp as a tack, never needed glasses, read the newspaper every day - called his 4 children to him and they flew in from all over to be with him. He wasn’t sick, just really, really old, but his reaching out got everyone’s attention. He told…

My townhome was built in 1983. I am totally a skeptic but it certainly freaked me out. I’ve also seen elfin footprints in the rug

Hell no. No no no. Do you live in an old apartment or house? DON’T ANSWER THAT. (Answer that. Please.) Does other creepy stuff happen in your house? Don’t get me wrong. THE HAND PRINT IS ENOUGH.

Right?! I live alone. A few days after, FB memories reminded me of a dream I had about a priest committing suicide in my bathroom.

noooooooooooooooo

I never post so I don’t know if anyone will see this but, a few weeks ago, I came home to this. That is not my hand.

I finally found this thread early early enough to *maybe* not be totally buried! The most intensely creepy thing that’s ever happened to me is also the most oddly beautiful.

This is not my story, but my best friend’s, and I’m sharing with his blessing. (Re-post from last year.)