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). 

Two short stories - both told to me by the folks it happened to in NYC, and for some reason I found super creepy.

1 - My friend “Mickey” had some time to kill one afternoon so he went into a well known midtown Irish pub for a pint of Guinness (or 2 or 3). As he is leaving the bar, he notices a disheveled older guy…

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.…

Can’t remember if I submitted this one previously.

Back in early 2018, my fiance & I bought a house to rehab into our home. It was a foreclosure, halfway between our respective workplaces, in rural western Pennsylvania. Nice property, nice neighborhood, but house needed a LOT of work. Think all new wiring, plumbing, gas lines, drywall — you name it. The house was…

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.

Back in the summer of 2013, my now husband and I went on our first camping trip together. We had started dating in the fall of 2012 and spent all winter planning all of the fun spring and summer activities we would do once it got warm out. I grew up going camping with my family every year, but it had been a while…

I don’t know exactly how I came to submitting anything for this contest, but my daughter is a huge fan and reads every year, and I’ve developed an unfortunate habit of going down Internet rabbit holes since I retired.

About 10 years ago I worked in a hotel that is famously believed to be haunted. One of my first roles at the hotel was working as a Night Auditor. As soon as anyone I knew heard I was working night shifts in that building they’d ask me if I had seen the ghosts and I’d always reply with “I wish”. I LOVE ghost stories…

My parents are currently selling our childhood home after 35 years, so my siblings and I have been thinking and talking about our many memories growing up there. Including the ghost that has always been around, from the beginning.

Every now and then I need to travel for work, and because of the nature of my work, it’s usually to places in the middle of nowhere. I fly out of the capital city I call home, at the crack of dawn, and two flights later, I’m driving out to the countryside towards my destination - a small town with a population of…

In March of 2021, I was returning home from an overnight camping trip. It was a Saturday afternoon, so still light outside. For context, I live in a two-bedroom apartment situated in the downtown area of a fairly small, rural Pennsylvania town. I live on the bottom level of the building that houses four other…

This actually happened to me when I crashed on a couch at a friends apartment but a slightly worse scenario. These two sisters had lived in this apartment for over a year so someone could’ve been casing their place for awhile. Same set up, ground floor, patio door and door exiting to apt hallway. No friggin deadbolt…

Here’s what’s unintentionally scary about your story - a few years ago, someone wrote about an apartment they were living in New Orleans (also a hot spot for voodoo practices!!!) where the same kind of statically, slow, jerky entity would move slowly across the room toward their prone body until it was leaning over…

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…

This story belongs to my dad, but I was present for it- albeit in my mom’s belly. My dad worked transporting buses across the country and taking odd jobs for a big part of his twenties, and by the time he married my mom, he’d experienced more strange happenings than the average person. But this story happened in his…