Not sure if I’m submitting too late, but I just stumbled upon this contest, and I have a story to share that has stayed with me since childhood.

This is a story about a blanket. It’s not scary — or I, at least, wasn’t scared — but it sure was bewildering. So if someone has an explanation for me, I’d love to have one after all these years.

I live in a big open loft apartment. There’s nothing creepy about it or the building that houses it and 30 other identical…

I submitted a spooky not scary one a bit ago, but the more I read there some of the sweet ones make remember this story, which is pure coincidence (if you believe in that even). 

Well my story is just scary and might be spooky too. I have read Jezebel for a long time as a man who loves all of the authors who have permeated these Jezebel halls since I started reading the original Deadspin and Gizmodo iterations.

The summer I turned 15, my dad moved the family to Alaska to satisfy his craving for solitude and unspoiled nature. Our rental house was in a pretty spot on top of a hill, but was really isolated. We’re talking a 30+ minute drive from town, steep dirt road most of the way, with no neighbors around for a couple miles.…

When I was 19 and trying to make some money for college, I worked part-time as a personal assistant for an interior designer whose office was located in an old Victorian style house in the downtown district of my hometown.

I spent the first few months of this year living in a small residential treatment center for eating disorders. I’m grateful for the experience; I was suicidal at the time and going there quite literally saved my life. The treatment center was in an old Victorian house in a small mountain town. The kitchen, dining…

It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving about 10 years ago. My spouse was still at work, and our two young daughters were off with my mom, who had picked them up after school. I walked into the kitchen after our dog greeted me at the door.

When I was in 3^rd grade (about a billion years ago), I went to this little Catholic school in a very blue collar neighborhood. It wasn’t the best area, but it wasn’t the worst, either—narrow streets with dense rows of duplexes, tiny strips of lawn, and a bar on every corner (seriously). Our house was only five blocks…

For five or six years, I spent a few weeks every summer at a camp in New Hampshire. Looking back, some of the fondest, most formative experiences of my adolescence occurred there. Summer romances, capture the flag, Fourth of July celebrations. It was all very bucolic.

Voodoo dreams

It’s early fall, 2017. We had just fully fenced and added gardens to our backyard, including a lovely fairy path on a narrow stretch of dirt that separated our property from the apartment complex next door. With tall grasses, flowers, and stepping stones it made a magical little space that my daughter loved to run…

I had the great delight, many years ago, to be able to stay at a villa in Menorca. It was a beautiful old adobe building built in the 1600's. There was a brick oven and a small outdoor pool looking out over an orange grove. My boyfriend’s Polish parents, long since passed, had bought it back in the 50's and the family…

Long ago, before everyone had dating apps on their phone, us gay boys would sit at our desktop computers and try and meet guys for sex on sites like Manhunt and DudesNude.

Though not naturally an outdoorsy person, I was proud of the camping and hiking skills I’d developed in my four years at a New England college - I’d even co-led a trip in Maine! So when my roommate and I decided to do a just-us overnight hiking trip in November, I wasn’t worried.

He could turn that into a side hustle! Scary stories ride share.

Aunt Mary Doesn’t Believe!

Not me, but a friend from school— we were all attending school in a small Canadian city where there are quite a lot of colleges and universities for its size, so lots of young people and parties/ bars, etc. My friend lived alone in a one bedroom ground floor apartment with a patio with a door that locked and a front…

A few years ago, my wife and I went to spend time trick or treating with our goddaughter and her siblings in Jersey City. Rather than fight the subway system and subsequent debauchery during the Village Halloween Parade, we decided to take a Lyft home to our south Brooklyn apartment - about 45 minutes in a car. We got…

I can’t remember if I’ve posted this before. If I have, sorry.