That is mine! Unfortunately Jezebel didn’t include the update. The incident happened just over a month ago. Since then, my daughter has repeatedly (and nonchalantly) said “mummy has a shadow on her back”. She’s not precise about verb tense so I think/hope it’s past tense.

My husband bought me a dachshund puppy, a few months before we got married, and he was my best friend. Walt was the sweetest, most loyal and precious dog. He was my constant shadow and my sidekick. When we brought our daughters home, I never did a late-night feed alone, he was always curled at my feet. He doted on the…

Not my story, but my Mother’s (and my Aunts). I have permission to relay.

BEACHTOWN

Here are a few of my spooky encounters over the years:
-One summer when I was in law school, I worked at a small law firm whose offices were in a 100+ year old house. It was a very small firm, and the offices of the attorneys, paralegal, and assistants were spread out over the whole house. And I knew every person that…

My favorite aunt “Laura” killed herself several years ago. 

The forest changed

Random Handsome Ceramic Loving Man

The Servant

Not a scary story but it happened this week and feels like someone was looking out for me.

“The Lady in the Attic”

I think this is my first story! And it’s not scary, so much as sweet. And if anyone I know reads this thread, hi, it’s definitely me.

The house I lived in from age 8-18 was 100% haunted.
The house was two stories – built into the side of a hill. My room was upstairs in the old part of the house (it was about 50 years old when we moved in) and my parents were downstairs in the added-on part of the house – the add-on jutted out over the hill incline…

Burning Holes from Beyond

The Voice in the Basement

When my dad was a teenager in the late 1950s, he used to work as a dishwasher at a Mexican restaurant that was near the local cemetery. To get to work, he could either walk the long way around the cemetery, which was twice as far, or cut straight through it. More often than not, he’d opt to go through the cemetery.

Love Ya Sis

Campground Creeper

When I was 16, I moved from the LA area to NorCal to live with my Dad and Stepmom way off in the woods about 50 miles northeast of Sacramento. We all lived in a trailer, a large one that you could hitch onto the back of a truck to go camping in. Only we lived in it. It was located in a decent, but…

I’ve shared this before, but it was lost in the grays and/or posted too late, so I’ll give it another shot.

A little help from the other side: