I’ll preface this by saying I’m a skeptic-as much as I’d like supernatural things to exist, I find it hard to believe. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for what I encountered, but that doesn’t stop it from being the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

I posted this last year hours before the deadline. Doubt many people saw it so I thought I’d post again. Hope that’s cool.

And like I plead every year, folks, please please remember that longer doesn’t mean better. Brevity is the soul of dread. 

I’ve experienced many a spooky thing in my life but this one hands down is my favorite. I used to live in an apartment building that was originally a doctors house from about 1900. My sensitive friends and I took the time to identify the different ghosts we felt around the house there was a little girl and everyone…

I rarely tell this story, because people just chalk it up to the weed and wine, but I was pretty clear-headed when it happened. What I saw may not qualify as a ghost, but it was something. Anyhow.

There was an episode of Twilight Zone or Outer Limits, 80s version?, that featured this. Woman thought she was going insane, as the world seemed as if it had stopped, save for these faceless workmen everywhere. At the end, they finally catch up to her and the “foreman” explains a similar theory, that they have to…

It might be one of the more slightly convincing ones in a sea of obvious fakes (the events of the story seem a little far out there to me), but I’m drawn to this description of Bethany as a midwestern mom because there is a woman I went to college with who also couldn’t tell a story to save her life and the only way I…

It was worse because I was alone. And on our way out of the park we stopped at a bat cave that you couldn’t access, but could look into. It smelled awful. There was a map there that showed the network of caves beneath the park and that really freaked me out. 

Have you ever heard of the boxcar theory of time? It’s also known as chronodisplacement and sounds a lot like what you experienced. The idea is that instead of a continual flow, time is a series of instants hooked up together like boxcars. Normally you experience things as continuous and smooth, but occasionally some…

The fact that she was so determined to remember both terrible parts of the story; the isolation and abuse AND the haunting—make it extra scary.

Don’t ask me why but it’s definitely a scarier story coming (via you) from Bethany.

Ours mess with the lights, too. But only during rehearsals.

Before they said he was friendly I actually asked if he was an evil ghost and they said no, apparently he just walks around and sometimes there’ll be lights switched off or on or things moved (usually tidied up!) when there’s nobody else around, LOL. 

Theater ghosts are awesome.

A couple of my friends worked for a while in theatre in London everyone said was haunted by a WW2 era stage hand. He wasn’t killed in an on site accident, he apparently died elsewhere during the Blitz but loved his work so much that he went back to the theatre and kind of stayed there. I thought that was really sweet.

Caution: This story is liable to be triggering for some people.

I grew up in a small town in North Florida. It is small with a picture perfect Main Street, beautiful beaches untouched by tourism, everyone knows each other kind of town. When my parents moved to town, we would drive by this Victorian style house (it wasn’t new built in the early 1990s) that we loved. It has a what I…

YASSSS! My favorite time of year!!! *grabs popcorn, sits down to read* Pre-emptive thank you to all of those who share your wonderful scary stories!

When I joined my local theater group last year, I had heard stories about the theater - indeed, the whole building - being haunted. By at least two ghosts - the gentleman who built the building, and one of the first actors to ever join the troupe. (There may be more. Depends on who you ask.)

I was recently driving home from work on a nice sunny evening. The stretch of road this happened on is a slightly uphill, very long block of a parkway, with a very wide (maybe 40 yards wide), sparsely treed median to my right. Since then I’ve tried to count about how long this entire event took and it was probably…