I had a ghost smell in college! I never heard of anyone else having that too. It was sweet cinnamon, in a building that had been an old industry magnate’s mansion but was converted into dorms. I smelled it constantly, particularly when I was in bed, but my three roommates (it was a quad) never did. I didn’t even find…

My 100% true story is pretty brief but still scares me over a year later...

Growing up, I spent summers at my family’s vacation house on a lake in the northern Midwest. My dad had spent summers there himself as a kid, and he and my mom finally built their own home there when I was a baby. It was our favorite place on earth and we all felt much more at home there than where we lived for the…

I grew up in a medium sized town just a couple miles outside of Boston, so close to the city that we really should have been a borough, but far enough off out that I got my license as soon as I was old enough. I spent as much time as I was allowed finding excuses to be out in my car. This resulted in my friends and I…

I lived in a series of houses and apartments that could have each claimed to be a horror movie set. Once with my best friend, I was the caretaker for an abandoned house. We slept in sleeping bags next to space heaters and tried to ignore the walls which were all painted in bright colors and then smeared in…

This took place three years ago when my now-6 year old daughter was turning 3, and made her famous (infamous?) at my hair salon.

This is not a supernatural story and it does have a happy ending. (the other one posted here, my mom claims is supernatural).

In the late 1960s, my mom lived with her parents and three sisters in a ranch-style house in a middle-class neighborhood. Throughout the summer, the neighborhood had been plagued with a series of strange nocturnal incidents - dogs growled inexplicably, back gates were left open, outdoor items were moved around. A few…

So I hope this doesn’t get buried but here goes anyway...

Five year reader, first time poster! This is my one and only IRL ‘paranormal’ experience, probably because I’m a hard core skeptic.

When I was 19 and little more than a child myself, I was beaten up savagely by a gang of kids who were clearly very high on something. What that left me with, aside from a bald spot in my hairline that never sealed back (dragging someone across gravel by their plait will do that) was what I’d come to realise much…

I’ve been reading these stories since 2012 - so long time lurker, first time poster. I’m sure I’ll be buried, but I’ve been sitting on this for a few years. Trigger warnings for some assault and death.

Back in college, I spent a semester abroad studying in New Zealand. Over one weekend, some girlfriends and I decided to book an overnight horse trek with a company just outside the city on the south island where we all went to school. The company offered an hours-long ride to a small, secluded beach where we would…

And now that I’ve told my friend’s story, I’ll tell mine, which happened this year.

It was a hot, dry summer in the 1970's and I was precocious pre-teen. My parents were likely going through a bout of their usual martial strife and always looked to farm me out (literally) for several weeks of the summer to my cousin’s place in the country. A very rural area, plenty of farm and ranching land, but…

As a kid I went to summer camp every year in the mountains of western North Carolina, near Asheville and Pisgah National Forrest. Beginning at age 12, campers have the option of going on a three week outing in the wilderness, typically along the southern half of the Appalachian Trail, rather than living on the summer…

I woke in a sweat one morning. It’s a hundred degrees in Texas and my air conditioning is broken. I call the apartment management to get a repairman, close the door to my messy bedroom and head to work.

Last summer I was at my sister’s house discussing her cat Abby who was very sick and seemed to be on death’s doorstep. As we were talking I saw her other cat, Indy, run behind Abby and round the corner to the pantry. I thought to myself “Wow I haven’t seen Indy in forever!” and I rushed forward to pet her but she…

My uncle was a paranoid schizophrenic and deeply disturbed. He was a minster when I was a child, but by the time I was in middle school he was off the reservation, so to speak. He had fantasies about marrying the Virgin Mary. He wouldn’t wear the color green because the Rolling Stones were using green to persecute…

Wow I finally have a contribution!