All this reminds me of the Kurt Russell movie “Breakdown”.
Little T & Mr. Conductor
I had a paper route. This was in the mid 1980’s. At the time I was a typical ten year old boy living in the suburbs of Cincinnati, Ohio. We lived in a two story house near the end of a cul-de-sac. My mom and dad and me. I’d taken over the paper route from a friend at the beginning of summer, thinking of earning some… Read more
So this isn’t terribly scary but it’s definitely the eeriest thing that’s ever happened to me. Disclaimer: I am not “psychic”, I don’t have gifts, I have never been a spooky type although I do believe there are people with psychic gifts. I am not one of them. Read more
Absolutely no part of this story is exaggerated, and I still don’t know what to make of it. Until I was five, I was raised in a teeny tiny town. My small neighborhood was more like a compound, where all of the people who worked in the clinic next door lived. There was a big garden in the middle of the neighborhood… Read more
Unfortunately I have never been able to research any more specifics of the legend. It was from the Hidatsa tribe, a small tribe in North Dakota. They have a lot of very specific spirit stories. All I got to hear was that there are spirits who walk on your roof and you are definitely not supposed to investigate when… Read more
When I was 10 my mom and I had to drive through the Colorado Rockies in the middle of the night. We were going home from a family reunion and on the last leg home crossing six states, she said we had enough money left for gas or to stay overnight in a hotel room, but not both. Everything on the trip had cost more than… Read more
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 found some photos from an old scrap book!
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… Read more
A Native American friend of mine once told me that this is why white people always die in movies. I was telling her about hearing what sounded like foot falls on the roof of my house. I went out to check and didn’t see anything. Then she told me about a local legend about “roof walkers.” She was teasing me but she was… Read more
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. Read more
I grew up in a small town in North Florida. It is small with a picture perfect Main Street, beautiful beaches untouched by tourism, everyone knows each other kind of town. When my parents moved to town, we would drive by this Victorian style house (it wasn’t new built in the early 1990s) that we loved. It has a what I… Read more
The scariest thing about the ouija board story is that a Chick Tract gained enough sentience to write it!
Does anyone want to start building a canon of the all-time greats we’ve had on here, over the years?
I feel like the crawling civil war ghost would go on there for me, from this year. Just a deeply upsetting mental image. Read more
Debilitating is an accurate word. I’m much better at managing it now that I’ve been going to therapy every week for awhile, and unpacked a lot of my own experiences, but I was barely functional for a period at my previous job. Read more