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I’m so with Tyler - “Oh hell no” indeed! YIKES.

Made this account purely to participate because I have a recent weird experience. This story is from about two months ago. I have no clear explanation for what the hell happened and it took me three attempts to work myself up to remembering it in enough detail to write it down. Here goes.

My story isn’t scary, just a little creepy, and maybe even a bit nice. Should be a good palate cleanser after all the terror from the others.

this is a scary story contest

I hope you get out of the greys so you can tell that story.

Also, I hope you write an amazing series about a kid who somehow befriends an annoying brat of a demon who tells him important information, and when he grows up they solve crimes together and stuff, because I would absolutely read/watch that.

Yes on the “everything goes silent” bit. Years ago, 2001 -2002, my son and I were the only ones home, in a house that was haunted, I swear. My husband was taking evening classes so it was just myself and my two year old son at home. I was kicking back on the couch reading a book while he played on the floor nearby

:) If I wasn’t in the grey’s I’d tell the story of the demon-ish thing that’s been following me around since I was 7, it called itself “The mimic,” My wife is just now starting to get pestered. No one ever believed me. But she does. Now. I acknowledged it when i was younger, so apparently it is now my burden to

Ok granted we are all going to want to revisit these for the whole month- what are your tips for reading the stories? Sorting by oldest? Newest? After a week or so I can never find my place again. Jezebel FLOG please find a new format or something for these. Or close the post at midnight and make a new one each day. 

I can’t say that my story is as involved as some of the others but this is one of the creepier things that has happened to me. I was on a once in a lifetime trip to Paris with my husband and my son. We were renting an apartment for several days in Montmontre. It was a small place in an older building, we were the only

I was recently staying at a wellness resort retreat in the desert. I don’t want to say the name because it’s truly delightful, but it’s like one of those place where white women go to do yoga and eat organic food and get Ayurveda massages. They also have a lot of things there that would maybe be considered mysticism.

About 16 years ago I was single and living alone, for the first time ever, in my 1920s bungalow. I loved my little fixer upper, and I had found a nice antique English haberdashery armoire at an action house for only $100. My bedroom was the very back room of the house and had no closet, only my bed and this armoire. I

In 2014 after Husband took the bar exam, we decided to do a road trip from Los Angeles up to Seattle, trying to stay on the coast as much as possible. It was an amazing trip. We mostly stayed in airbnb’s that were a little offbeat, a sailboat in someone’s backyard, a cabin at a trapeze school (scary also but not the

I am covered in goose bumps right now.

“Station wagon Stalker”

I think I’ve told this one in the comments before, but I couldn’t find it. This isn’t really paranormal either, but it happened to me when I was a kid of 12 or 13.

I was walking back home from the park with my sister and my best friend one Saturday. The park we went to was a quarter to a half

Y’all can try, but nothing is going to beat that “Look at me” story from a few years ago. That one fucked me UP.

Ok. My story is from 2016. I don’t know that it’s strictly scary, or at least, I wasn’t particularly scared at any point but it is creepy. For background on me, sometimes I feel things but I don’t usually SEE things.

My father has always been a history buff, specifically interested in The Battle of Little Bighorn. He began collecting items related to that time in history when I was in Jr. High, including uniforms, swords, a battle flag, letters and photos. He now frequently loans out to museums and historical societies, but for

There goes my work productivity...