I used to work at Appuldurcombe House, a stately home on the Isle of Wight, it’s down the road from me. It’s kind of famous because it’s where the origin of “peeping Tom” came from as Lady Worsley who lived there banged so many people she was major tabloid fuel for 18th century newspapers. The house got bombed in WW2…

Last fall, my younger brother was finishing college and living with my parents in the small town we all grew up in. He typically worked out for a few hours on days he didn’t have class, walking to the gym as their house is in town.

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…

Long time lurker here. Favorite time of year!

I hope I’m not too late, or too gray! But anyway here is my spoooookkkkyyyyy story.

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 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.…

Hi. I’ve been reading this scary story series for years but have never taken the time to tell my story:

Edit: The title would be “I kind of hope it was rats all along.”

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 will start this off by saying I do not believe in ghosts or spirits or the afterlife, but I experienced something a few years ago that spooked me to the core and still gives me the chills when I think about it today. I was living in an apartment in the Flatbush area and had been there for a few years with no issues…

“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…

every year someone does this. yawn. we KNOW. that’s why we like this.

I like spooky things, but I wouldn’t consider myself a big believer of the supernatural. In fact, if this hadn’t happened to me, I would easily write all ghost stories off to be just that - stories. But it did, and for 30 years it has lingered in the back of my mind “was that real?”.

Oh man, as someone who grew up in the Bay Area and still lives nearby in the Valley, I’m super curious about where this is. I figure you probably can’t get too detailed on that, so just generally speaking, is this in the Bay area, or out in the Sierra foothills?

In college, and still now (nearly 6 years out) I worked at a haunted summer camp.

The kitchen seems to be the centre of attention this past year. The most bizarre thing that I’ve seen in the house happened in the middle of a sunny July afternoon. I was working from home, at the kitchen table on my laptop when a purple mist appeared and came towards me. My wife was at the counter and said…

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...