Yes, more Veruca, less Violet. Although if we’re comparing Trump’s grabbing of women to a character’s uncontrollable grabbing of candy, Augustus Gloop would be the the best bet.

Oh, that’s so sad :( I’m so sorry about your friend!

Captain: “Not on my watch, asshole.”

in that at one time it was each a tuberculosis hospital, an insane asylum, a dementia ward and a nurses residence.

Right?! I tried to warn them, but nobody listens to teenagers.

This is my fourth story.

Aw I love the happy ending with your mom and her new house spirit.

This isn’t my story, but a friend’s. Still, it’s a comforting ghost story, and I always appreciate seeing one or two of those in a thread like this.

When I was 10 we moved into a home that was about 100 years old on a farm about 5 miles outside of the small town we had been living in. We planned to live in that home during the time my parents built their new house on the same property. The home only had two spaces that had been designed as bedrooms so my room was…

A story of what happens when you co-habit with “ghosts” and my experience of the “shadow people” phenomena.
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My work in tissue transplantation would naturally make most people think that creepy things must happen all the time. In reality, I rarely feel uneasy with what I am doing, and in fact have done the procedures so many times, it takes a lot to make me feel uncomfortable. One incident, I published previously. The…

Here is a story about how I am a scaredy cat and probably shouldn’t read Jezebel’s annual scary story post.

When I was 10 my parents moved us from air force base housing to a split level home they bought rather cheaply. I remember having to stay with my godfather for a few months, because the house was a bit unlivable and needed repairs before we moved in. Every day my sister and I would be stuck in the big empty house…

I’m not a dreamer. I have one or two dreams that I remember in a year, and they fade in a day or two. They’re generally surreal - like having to compete in a motocross to the airport so I can go on a date with Bjork in Amsterdam.

I hate that spirits do this to innocent people to communicate what happened to them. I get they are stuck and suffering but I think it is cruel and selfish to “show” someone what killed them or what they experienced. It’s fucking terrifying and lasts for the rest of that poor person’s life.

So this is going to be a long one but here it goes!

I’m a long time Jezebel lurker. I don’t think I’ve ever commented.

I told my mom’s story a few years ago and I think it was an honorable mention. That story still creeps me out but here’s one from my childhood that I actually witnessed.

So I don’t have a story to share unfortunately. But I read a creepy story on Reddit a while back that really stuck with me. It’s about a man who may have called himself:

This story is from my mother’s side of the family. Everyone who lived through it has a story.