Make your desktop a picture of a margarita and they’ll leave you alone.

I need to salt rim my computer at work! I wonder if people will notice...

Thanks, I had a few experiences before and after that, but nothing as deeply chilling to me as the “suitor”. I do think that a place can absolutely hold energies or spirits can be grounded to a place.

This is super creepy!

My sophomore year of college I moved out of an awkward rooming situation and was set up in a temporary “emergency single” that the university kept open. After the ordeal I had with my former roommates, I was excited to have a room all to myself.

Wow!  Yes, please share more, this was great!

This will probably be almost totally lost in the greys, but maybe that’s okay...

This time of year always reminds me of an incident that happened with the neighborhood children years ago. In our neighborhood there was a family that mostly kept to themselves. They had a handicapped son that stayed home and would probably now be recognized as being on the autism spectrum. But long ago, people…

In my early twenties, I had a job in the national security bureaucracy where we dealt with a bunch of classified stuff, which meant that there was no ability to work remotely. For the year+ that I did the job, I generally got to the office early in the morning and left around midnight, six or seven days a week. It was…

OMG YAS. I got my pumpkin candle lit, my PSL, lights are dimmed, and salt rimmed the house. Time to dig in! Ok who am I kidding … all the lights are on and maxed.

I wasn’t brought up to fear the dead, or ghosts. I played in the cemetery one house away. My Grandfather’s protective spirit opened bedroom doors nightly at Grandma’s house, checking on us as we fell asleep and then the sound of heavy men’s dress shoes made their way to the next room.

Can I just say thank you on behalf of your child for indulging her goth-ness? I was like that as a kid and it FREAKED my mother out. She wouldn’t let me have/do gothy things and it left me with a real complex and sense of inadequacy. 

My son had bad ears and compromised hearing until he was 2.5, so he could only hear and thus, say, the stressed syllable of words. When we had his ear tubes put in, he started talking in complete sentences almost immediately. A couple of weeks after the surgery, we were driving through a park and he said, apropos of…

This actually happened to me last night. It’s a quick story, but it really creeped me out, so I felt like I had to share.

I wanted to submit this last year after reading this thread for a few years but missed the deadline. This happened to me years ago with my now-husband. He and I had been living in NYC for several years while he completed his graduate program. We had relocated from Seattle originally years before, and the move had…

In the summer of 2008, my now husband Adam and I got engaged. Our relationship had been a bit of a whirlwind and in the week following our engagement, we went on a mini break with his extended family, who had come over from the States to the UK to stay in a big Air BnB type property; a period farmhouse in the…

My grandfather (George) was raised in a very prominent family in Central Kentucky in a home that my Great Great Aunt Lucy and her husband Roy (death 1980’s) had lived in until her death in the early 2000’s.

I’m a scientist by trade, so I’m usually pretty skeptical of most supernatural stories. That said, many are surprised to find out that I do, in fact, believe in ghosts. I still to this day swear that my parents old house was haunted.

I think I’m too late for anyone to even read this, but after years of LOVING this feature I want to share my (only) story.

When I was about 12 years old, my dad took my brother and me to Vegas for a weekend one summer for some inexplicable reason (male bonding?), even though I was too young (and already too gay) for strippers and couldn’t gamble. My brother was older, so he and my dad spent the day gambling at Caesar’s Palace (where we…