My house is in a heavily forested area and relatively remote. It’s a place where people might take a camping trip into the forest for the weekend and then freshen up and have brunch in town on Sunday.

This happened at the end of last year, and very firmly solidified why we got rid of our ex-housemate.

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. 

The summer after my sophomore year of college, my parents asked me to house sit for them while they went out of town for a long weekend. At the time, they lived in a fairly remote area so it was a bit of a trek, but it was a big beautiful house on the lake and my parents’ pets were sweethearts. First night I actually…

Ok, I’ve been a reader of this thread for a few years now, every year I both love and loathe this thread because my morbid curiosity and inability to stop reading inevitably leaves me scared shitless for several days, and then I start the cycle all over again. This year, I want to submit my own.

I used to live in a super haunted house in New Orleans. I was so, so, so excited to move into this gorgeous mansion, but it turned out to be a nightmare.

First night, I heard heavy, leaden footsteps come to my front door (it was in a hallway) and then stop. I was terrified and thought someone was trying to break in.…

When was about 26 I moved back in with my parents. I had been going through a rough time and was in between jobs. I didn’t really know what I was going to do with my life and felt a lot of unease. I had broken up with the first person I had ever loved right before my move, knowing we were not right for each other. On…

I’m a liberal-leaning person writing for a newspaper in small-town, gun-slinging, highly conservative Missouri. My editor and I have a constant, background worry about printing something that makes someone mad enough they waltz into our basically security-free office and mow us all down. Our building is over 100 years…

Okay okay okay!
here’s my story - it’s a brief one!

My story is more curious & unsettling than it is truly frightening.

Alright, been debating writing this down because I’ve been trying to get it out of my mind. This story has a few different facets and I have no idea what to make of all of it.

This is kind of scary, but the scariest part of this story is how awful my taste in men was/is.

When my husband and I got engaged, I was living with a roommate. To save money for the wedding, rather than re-upping my lease, I moved back into my childhood home. This meant my parents and grandparents (who lived there) were always keeping an eye out to be sure we weren’t fornicating.

So, being creative, young…

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.)

So bear with me with the set up, it’s important. My best friend’s father was a funeral director, as was his father and his grandfather. They’ve run the same funeral home for like 100 years. The building itself is comprised of the “old” part, built in the early 1900s and the “new” part, an addition in the 1970s. The…

I’ve only got the one, so I suppose I’ll tell it again:

Regarding Earl Thomas, don’t you think that hypothetical truck driver would use any leverage he had to get more money for his job? For that matter, wouldn’t the asshole columnist? And what makes this even dumber is that Thomas is actually playing every week and kicking ass! All he’s doing is sitting out some practices.

McVay’s superpower is actually a real thing a lot of people have. I remember this one 60 Minutessegment that featured people who remembered everything in their lives down to the day and time.

Seal: What did eight tentacles say to the face?