Okay but what about the cats??

I grew up in the UK and must have been about 10 years old the morning my mother came into my room looking terrified after waking from a bad dream. In this dream she had been lying on her back in a field filled with flowers, screaming in pain, while a tall, dark man stood over her, telling her everything was going to…

I forgot a title! May I nominate Nope Forever Woods after the fact?

One day I’m walking up to my apartment and notice a cinder block is sitting underneath one of my bedroom windows. I’m puzzled, how long has that been there? There’s a dumpster for our building’s trash at the end of the drive, and I think, maybe it accidentally ended up over next to my window when someone was trying to…

This is by far— by FAR— the freakiest thing that has ever happened to me.

My parents thought they were just going to have one chid-me. My mom had my brother the summer before I started fourth grade. I was *relatively* okay with this. My mom had a c-section, and her mom came to stay because my baby brother was freaking huge and my dad had to get back to work.

This is a tale from the 90's, that long ago time when land lines ruled king of communications. It was during this hypercolor era that I was left alone one evening on my family’s 120 acre plot of land in the Great Piney woods of East Texas. The house that we lived in was a bit ramshackle with the original shack my…

I like spooky things, but I wouldn’t consider myself a big believer of the supernatural. In fact, if this hadn’t happened to me, I would easily write all ghost stories off to be just that - stories. But it did, and for 30 years it has lingered in the back of my mind “was that real?”.

About five years ago, my husband Adam and I decided that it was finally time to start looking to purchase a house. We had always talked about buying an older, fixer upper home because we’ve had the idea that they hold more charm and character. Plus we can appreciate a place that has it’s own quirks and we love the…

Poor cows.

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…

This is a completely rational thought process, because, see above! Also, everything must lock from the inside. People clearly are not using horror movies as educational pieces.

My mom tells us not to talk about it, but there is something sensitive about our family. We feel things, and then we bite our tongues to prevent bothers from thinking we are nuts.

The year was 1995. My family (dad, stepmom, two younger sisters, and I) was driving on Highway 101, which we did on the regular. We stopped at a rest stop we’d somehow never been to before. To get there we had to cross a bridge and then drive about 600 yards to the main building. There was a big parking lot and then a…

When I started out I was working in Chicago as a night editor at a production/post house. The building the company was situated in was an old 7 story (I think, forget the exact number) place that survived the Chicago mafia’s heyday. The place had exposed brick walls, the A/C was obviously added later as it was just…

I’d heard mumblings growing up of a strange incident involving my family and a famous murder, but my grandma refused to discuss it and I knew better than to ask around. After my great-aunt died and left behind 200 pages of memoirs, I finally got the full story.

Not so much scary, but definitely creepy, and a legendary story in my family.

I’ve told this before but it’s my only scary story...

We had a friend of the family named Ruth, who had been a college friend of my grandmother and very close to our family. She wasn’t married and didn’t have kids, but she was an infinitely sweet and generous woman who was a very dear auntie to all of us. Ruth also had an amazing house: a sprawling stone house with Tudor…

YES YES YES YES. I look forward to this shit ALL YEAR. Not to downplay all the other funny and good Andy important things Jezebel publishes throughout the year, but spooky stories is your very greatest tradition.