I grew up in a wooded area — my parents still live there. And something that happened this past December put a creepy spin on a thing that happened when I was a kid.

I have immensely enjoyed all of your stories, and though mine is far from the scariest I hope it brings you a slight chill.

In the late 90’s, one of my best friends moved to Kennesaw, Georgia right as the area was experiencing a large population boom. The brand new development they moved into would’ve been rural…

Back in 2015 while in grad school I moved into an apartment with a friend of a friend named Rachel. Being that this is San Diego and not many apartment buildings are *that* old, this one was built in the 20s, and was propped up over a deep canyon. My room was located in the back of the apartment, on the canyon side,…

Argh! Ghost train! I feel like you don’t get many ghost train stories nowadays, which is a shame. Great story!

I’ve got a story about how apartment hunting can so quickly turn into apartment HAUNTING. Muahahahaha. Seriously though, this was terrifying. It happened about ten years ago and I’m still feeling a little shaky just thinking about it.

It was probably a mistake to put my manic pixie dream girl friend in charge of…

I’m much too late for anyone to see this. But I’m posting because this literally happened to me LAST NIGHT: 10-10-21.

This happened when I was living in Chicago in 2015 in a three floor walk up apartment building. Only 3 units that shared the stairwell - mine being the middle. One night I was in a hurry to meet friends for a night out. Around 4am, my boyfriend and I came home very drunk to my apartment door wide open. We went through…

This isn’t my own story, but my dad’s - and my dad isn’t a liar. He’s experienced a lot of wild things taking odd jobs out on the road throughout his twenties, but this story happened right in my Indiana hometown when my mom was pregnant with my older sister. We lived in the country, and there was a hairpin turn on…

When I was a kid, in the summers my family would visit my grandfather’s cabin, located in a remote area in the woods in northern New England. The nearest neighbor at that time was about 5 miles down the road. The cabin was just yards from a lake ideal for fishing and boating, and I suppose you could say that the area…

“Ghosts in the Walls”

About 11 years ago, myself, my husband and our one-year-old daughter moved into a house on a quiet cul-de-sac in a great neighbourhood. The house had been built in the 70’s and had not been updated, so inside it wasn’t overly attractive, but it was spacious with a nice little yard and it was affordable. Weird things…

As my parents gave me more freedom and independence so they could enjoy themselves as adults I was often left at home to do homework, talk on the phone, or as I was wont to do: listen to Van Halen. In the spring of 1980, at 13, we lived on the West Bank military base across the Mississippi river from New Orleans. My…

My mom grew up in a small farm in the middle-of-nowhere northwestern Minnesota. Her dad died before I was born, but I regularly visited her mom (my grandmother) still living at the farm, until she passed when I was a teenager. My grandmother was the prototypical Great Depression-forged Midwest farm wife of Norwegian…

Here he is. This was at the beginning--he hung out for another hour. 

Not sure if anyone will see this, but here’s something that happened to me about five months ago—two things, actually, separated by about three weeks. The first part is magical and strange, the second part is terrifying. I live in India and these two events took place during our second hard lockdown back in May. We…

Rented an Airbnb in the wilds of Montana, near Yellowstone, and were in heaven. Long, gorgeous days of perfect weather. Breathtaking twilights that lasted for hours— it didn’t get dark till after ten p.m. Our kids, my parents, my husband and I were just over the moon about the beauty of this place.

Apologies on the weird time inconsistencies. I wrote this up several years ago and post it every year when I remember the contest but I always end up like 1500 posts down in the greys. To clarify, this happened in the mid 1990s, my dad has been backpacking in these same woods since the 1970s. Obviously should have…

This happened 30 years ago. My dad and two friends were on a backpacking trip to a remote region of the Medicine Bow Wilderness. It was a quick, uneventful weekend trip, and the two friends actually left early Sunday morning to get home because they had to work the next day (it’s about a 2 hour hike in from the canyon…

Two stories, very short. Both true.

What My Daughter Saw