I worked at a local hospital many moons ago and quit after about 6 months because of the stuff that happened to me. Both instances I’m about to tell you all about happened the same weekend and I quit the following Monday.
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It’s a widely accepted fact in my parents’ neighborhood that their house is haunted. Mostly because of the gruesome double murder of the original owners a few decades ago, and a few other deaths, but also because of all the weird noises older houses make. Even now, it’s really hard for my parents to get a house sitter…
FINALLY!!! I have been waiting all year for this!! Here is my story.
Okay, as someone who lives alone and is extreeeemely prone to nightmares, but who _still_ can’t stop herself from reading this hellish thread every year, I’m gonna go ahead and start an accompany Therapy Thread full of cute fuzzy happy things that we can all come back and refer to when we’re done reading and it’s time…
I posted my most traumatizing one in another post, but I will give you this one for fun! In my early - mid twenties, I worked retail in a high end boutique on the Upper East Side in NY (tons of non-ghost story horror stories there). Our stock room was a small space and a definite firehazard. The only exit was a door…
This truly happened to me, and maybe I should have contacted the police about it but I didn’t. I try not to think about it.
I live alone.
Get under here, I’ve got a flashlight and extra batteries!
My 8 year old is obsessed with Bloody Mary. It’s apparently all the rage with the kids at her school. My problem is that I wrote my thesis on Mary I, so I have little patience for the histrionics.
About 4 years ago, my boyfriend and I moved into a duplex just outside the city. The first day I was all alone in the house, I started thinking that I was seeing things out of the corner of my eye. Flashes of lights and shadows. I never ever had that sensation at my old place. It happens from time to time, but not…
Happy to see my childhood trauma continues to both upset and sadden people. A little image to go along with the story - not that its very frightening on its own but looking at it gives me shivers.
When I was sixteen I would sneak out of the house at night get high and read a book (Such a rebel, I know). There was an empty forclosed home next door, and I would get inside via a basement window well and smoke in the basement’s bar area. One night it was raining pretty heavy, and I forgot to bring my lighter. I…
Over the summer I took my son and his friend on a ride at the local fair. My son has Down syndrome, which is relevant to the story in that he doesn’t have the sort of fantastical imagination of his peers. Said differently, he doesn’t make shit up. As we were sitting waiting for the attendant to buckle everyone in my…