So many shivers! I used to baby-sit for a family that lived in an old house. I always felt slightly creeped out in the house and I remember one night in particular the baby had fallen asleep in my arms and I was walking up the stairs to put him in bed. Halfway up the stairs I completely froze, I was overwhelmed by the…

Technically, if you want to go to a haunted movie theatre, all you need to do is pick one that’s been open for a year or so and go. You’ll never be alone in an empty theatre. I’ve heard enough stories from projectionists from other theatres that I believe that they’re all haunted.

Okay, for starters, I want to say that I have never *seen* a ghost. Maybe at least in part because I don’t want to, but there it is. I have, however, *heard* some things that have decided me to never ever ever live in a detached home again, because as long as I have neighbors in my same actual building, I have…

Second submission! This will get lost, but it’s the only other creepy/qualifying experience I’ve had. Below, the story of the cave.

About ten years ago, I was a student teacher in a summer English program held in a remote-ish town in a foreign country. The idea was to give local high school students a semi-immersive experience: the (American) English teachers and students, along with an interpreter, would all be living together for a month in a…

I wasn’t brought up to fear the dead, or ghosts. I played in the cemetery one house away. My Grandfather’s protective spirit opened bedroom doors nightly at Grandma’s house, checking on us as we fell asleep and then the sound of heavy men’s dress shoes made their way to the next room.

I wanted to submit this last year after reading this thread for a few years but missed the deadline. This happened to me years ago with my now-husband. He and I had been living in NYC for several years while he completed his graduate program. We had relocated from Seattle originally years before, and the move had…

So this is a story from my mom and though I was present in it, I have no memory of anything she said (can’t confirm it). So, if it’s fiction, it’s her fiction.

My soon-to-be husband and I were out in Los Angeles visiting a friend of ours for a few days. Said friend has very graciously offered to host the two of us for a few days and adorably has set up his futon for us (he all but put a mint on our pillows — he was very excited to have us over).

I lived in an apartment in New Orleans years ago.  It was old and creaky but not creepy.  One night I wanted to make a sandwich so I popped some bread in the toaster.  Within a few seconds the toaster started shaking and rattling.  I hit the quick release button, the bread popped out, I could smell something burning…

Long time lurker! Probably in the grays...

My family and I moved into the apartment we currently live in when I was in the second grade. The day we moved in I vividly remember walking around alone and as I was sitting on the ledge of the window , without any thought, I said to myself “I think a ghost lives here. A man died here.”. I don’t know how, I don’t…

When I was 18 an old girlfriend and I went camping at a local spot called Mystic Beach. It takes about 25 minutes to hike down to and is part of the Juan de Fuca Trail so it gets a little tricky near the end but it is a beautiful spot, with sandy and pebbled spots. We set up our tent in between the tree line and high…

I’m writing this on behalf of my wife, because she wouldn’t write this story. She doesn’t tell it often, but when she does, the group that hears it generally laughs it off as tricks of the head late at night, myself included. I was present for this story, but I was a little bit drunk, and a little bit asleep, and I…

Favorite time of the year! I’ve posted before and here’s another one, this one more recent.

This happened last week.

My husband and I are musicians, who moved to his hometown in Capital Region, NY, via Boston, in an effort to save money for a move to New Orleans. I got a job at a roadside diner, as it was my plan to gain hospitality experience aside from the monkey-suit catering gigs I’d worked in the city, to supplement our income…

I am forever in the grays, but screw it! Also I live in a house in a quiet, small town in the woods by myself and plan on reading this until and scaring the crap out of myself on a regular basis. Full disclosure, I think I’ve posted this before, but I live in hope that one day, one of my scary stories will pull me out…

Well I have a lovely story to share and it literally just happened, so I thought I’d add it in here. (I have several spooky stories, but I like these types too and am in the mood for this kind. )

First of all, I look forward to scaring the shit out of myself by reading these every year.