I grew up in an old Victorian and certain windows used to do that, especially the one in my parents’ bedroom! It has something to do with the old sashes and weights in the window, but if you didn’t lock the top, it would jump up exactly like that. You could get it to stay down briefly, but not for long.  For the same…

This happened when I was nice, almost ten.

backstory: the school I work at in Vancouver, BC is being seismically upgraded, as are many because many of the schools built in VSB are gaining on 100 years old. In March (2020), before spring break, we all tirelessly packed up our entire classrooms in boxes to be moved over Spring Break to our ‘new school’ for the…

I wrote this up last year, intending to share it on here, and then I never did for some reason. A year later and I’ve decided it’s time.

At the end of this summer, I had quite a decent Facebook Marketplace addiction, and I was sporadically zipping out to drop off or pick up random items.

This reminds me of when we came home from a 10 day vacation during the holidays about 5 years ago. We left our car in the driveway and had our ex-roommate come check the house once a day and play with/feed our cat. Our first night back, just after we got into bed, we heard a loud truck pull up and park right in front…

People tell you he may have been “just checking out the house” as though that’s not a sketchy thing to do? Should we expect tradespeople to wander through our houses, exploring all the floors, opening hard-to-open doors because they’re just curious? Bloody hell.

I didn’t tell my mom until I was an adult. She felt guilty that I was put in this situation. Growing up my siblings and I were often left alone with different workers in our homes because they were often still under construction in some way or we were in the process of moving. I look back and think it was insane, but…

Growing up my family moved a lot. All within the same town. My parents had their own business building custom homes and for our family they would build a nice house and we would live in it until it sold. By the time I was 18 I had moved 30 times, mostly in the same town. Just from house to house. I mention this because…

I posted this story last year, but I was sort of late in my submission and it ended up buried about 5,000 comments down. Now, two days into the contest and there’s already 365 comments! Well, here’s hoping it gets seen this year.

This happened when I was around 13 or 14. My dad had recently passed away, so it was just me, my mom, and my 5-years-younger brother. After my dad died, my mom became really adamant about always keeping the doors locked all the time, even though we lived in a safe, quiet neighborhood in a safe, quiet Alaskan town. I…

This was very interesting to read! I love New Orleans though I haven’t been back in years. I love how familiar it all feels. I get deja-vu walking through the French Quarter and the first time I took the St. Charles street car to go to Audubon Zoo I swear there was a lady on there who wasn’t really there. She was too…

I submitted this last year but it was way too late... so here goes again

When In New Orleans

This story comes from my dad, who is basically the absolute coolest. He spent his 20s traveling all over the world. He would live in a place for a while, crashing wherever and working odd jobs, then he’d move on to a new city, or state or country. He has truly incredible stories and he loves to tell them. But he has…

“What the fuck was that?”

Way, way back in the 1980’s, when all phone lines were ‘landlines’, answering machines were rare, and caller ID was not available, I was in Grade 11, home alone, and at the mercy of a persistent prank caller.

A couple of my friends worked for a while in theatre in London everyone said was haunted by a WW2 era stage hand. He wasn’t killed in an on site accident, he apparently died elsewhere during the Blitz but loved his work so much that he went back to the theatre and kind of stayed there. I thought that was really sweet.

I was recently driving home from work on a nice sunny evening. The stretch of road this happened on is a slightly uphill, very long block of a parkway, with a very wide (maybe 40 yards wide), sparsely treed median to my right. Since then I’ve tried to count about how long this entire event took and it was probably…

I’ve grown up with ghosts and spirits being real, and a good grounding in how to handle them, and I’m afraid there’s only two times I’ve really been scared in that context – one a very weird encounter with a partial thing when I was a kid that’s not lending itself to a telling, the other a location near my family’s…