Update: I’ve been staring at that old newspaper photo on and off ever since that day last week - trying to will it into making some kind of sense. After posting this story, I felt like I had to look at it one more time. I just realized - that doll the little girl is holding? Is my doll, the one my aunt gave me.…

This is my favorite post of the year. I only wish Kinja would make it easier to save my place! I want to read aaaaaallllll the scary stories. I tried keeping the tab open, so I can use a scary story as a reward for working, and it reset the page. The horrors.

When this happened, I was living in a small house with my boyfriend (now my husband) and our two cats. I was especially close with our male cat, my baby. My boyfriend always joked that he followed me around like a little dog. He was always happy to see me, always wanted to cuddle me, and would even lick my hair when…

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs…

My husband and I were house hunting with our realtor, and she took us to a house that, while it didn’t have any of the items on our wish list, she thought we should look at anyway, because the price was so darned good. I was better than halfway through my first pregnancy at the time. The family was home in the house,…

Long story short I was laid off from my job and broke up with my live-in boyfriend on the same day. My best friend Rickie and her fiancé let me stay in their detached garage for free, so I moved my whole apartment in there. It was actually pretty cozy except for the plywood and rafters above my head.

I grew up in a small town on an Indian reservation. Most houses in this town (old rundown project houses) had creepy histories and stories. Some worse than others. One house stood out in particular.

When I was 30, I decided it was time for me to take my first road trip across the United States. I was young, fearless, and eager to see as much as I could. At the time I was seeing a guy who wanted to travel the first few weeks with me, and then split off when we got to New Orleans at Jazz Fest. My plan was to…

Not terrifying but definitely freaked me and my sister out.

When I was, 7ish, my mom ran a small in-home daycare. My favorite was a little girl, we’ll call her May. May was probably 3 and maybe a little developmentally delayed. She almost NEVER spoke and had a lazy eye that her genius parents thought would go away if they just ignored it, but all of this just made her cuter.…

So I don’t have a story to share unfortunately. But I read a creepy story on Reddit a while back that really stuck with me. It’s about a man who may have called himself:

I have a few but I’m going to do them in separate posts.

Back in the early 2000s I lived in a brownstone in Park Slope. It was a duplex with one floor of the apartment on the ground floor and the other floor in the basement. My brother and I shared the apartment – I was on the ground floor and his room was in the basement. At first we didn’t notice anything strange but it…