Dogs are the best. I was house-sitting for my parents once, and their dog - a lab/shepherd mix who was so stupidly friendly he would open the door for burglars and show them where all the best stuff was - started creeping from room to room. I was following him when he suddenly turned away from the wall and physically…

Maybe that poor old vet was done a disservice.
Maybe someone else, a stranger, was breaking into the house, climbing up and down those stairs, and peering through those holes in the wall.

I teach art at an afterschool program. Sometimes we take elementary age children on visits to a local museum that has mummies. The last time I was with a group of first graders who were very afraid. I asked them if they wanted to know what I did when I am around the mummies. They did so I said that I always thank the…

I’ve worked in several museums/galleries and most of them have a definite vibe. I’ve had something happen at all of them, besides, oddly enough, the historic house I currently work in and the WW2 era battleship that was supposed to be super haunted I did my internship at. Here are some of my experiences in…

I’m so sorry you had to live through that and live with the memories of it. I started having really weird “psychiatric” symptoms and occasionally losing my ability to remember simple words about 5 years ago. No doctors could explain them, and they came and went at random. One rainy day at work I heard a dripping noise…

I hope the old man ate fire. I’m glad you got out alive.

I keep thinking about this one, and how much I hope that the “Eat fire, old man” was a ghost giving that predator asshole some kind of gut cancer or bleeding ulcer or something. I am so sorry you went through this.

When my kids were around the same ages (1 and 3) my oldest said, “Why did I see an owl outside my window last night with glowing eyes? It told me it wanted to eat [brother’s name].” Her room is on the second floor with no trees nearby so if something is outside her window it is *not* normal. Husband and I looked at…

not for nothing but if your film was overexposed it would have been “white” not black. 

Jfc...

I’ve had that overwhelming desire to jump as I stood at the edge of a precipice. Moreover I was in a happy place. Enjoying myself. The lovely hike. My husband’s company.

Time slip stories are my favorite. For some reason, this story reminds me of Back to the Future when Marty dressed up as an alien to scare his dad into inviting his mom to the dance. Also an unexpected visitor from the future.
There was an epic time slip story on here a few years ago about a boyfriend who got dropped…

Rabia Chaudry once told me that every family east of Bulgaria has at least one djinn story. More, please!

Newborn babies can’t roll and they certainly can’t sit up and they definitely cannot stand up. Babies can’t even sit up until they’re around 6 months. Any nurse, NICU or not, would know that.

This happened a couple of years ago in North Carolina. I was living alone in an apartment complex by a park with a lake. It was several different two story buildings, divided into sections. The outside door to my part was to four apartments: it opened to two apartments at the bottom, and then stairs right by the door…

“Ghosts in the Walls”

I just talked to my husband and the historic house is a duplex and the four cats my husband tends there live in the section where there is now a ceiling cutting off a staircase halfway through. The cats’ human said that one day he saw what looked like someone walking through the ceiling up the stairs and because the…

Apparently I’m sharing more? OK.

So I spent a lot of time growing up in my grandma’s haunted house where she still lives. When she first moved in (iirc) all the walls were dark brown or black and there were pictures of people in coffins hanging up. My grandma had no time for that nonsense so she just threw all the…

I just shared another story about a ghost ‘boop,’ but I’ve had a lot of weird crap happen so here goes another!

This one is a bit grim, but it’s the very true story of the time I crossed paths with a murderer and his accomplice who were on the run.