It’s strange to edit a feminist website when almost nothing offends you, because the feminist website is…
It’s strange to edit a feminist website when almost nothing offends you, because the feminist website is…
Oh another spooky (and repeated!) story, a little silly, regarding Menehune, which are mischevous sprite-like beings (kinda sorta maybe like leprechauns or tricksy faeries, that’s the closest analogy to Euro spirits they come to):
I lived in a subterranean apartment for a couple years right on Kapiolani Blvd. I had…
OK here’s one for example: so I used to work for the phone company out there in the middle of downtown Honolulu. One day I looked up from my work and saw a tall figure leaning over one of the operators who was checking his email at this shared terminal. I looked back at my work for a second because I was just glancing…
I love all the haters in the comments. You do know this in entitled, “Scary Stories” ones based on taking the face value (honor system) of people telling personal stories. You don’t like it, submit a better one, or just don’t read them. This is for amusement and for people to get a little scared. They don’t scare you?…
Preeeeeetty sure you love to be “that guy.”
My friend’s neighbor was nearly murdered by a third neighbor last month. They had an argument, the murderous neighbor said “I’m going to kill you” and left for his house to get a weapon. Good neighbor locks himself inside and calls the police, bad neighbor shows up with a scythe a real life honest to god scythe. The…
Ok, there’s nothing supernatural about this, but it is terrifying.
I grew up in a small town on an Indian reservation. Most houses in this town (cheap, rundown project houses) had creepy histories and stories. Some worse than others. One house stood out in particular.
My mom had an encounter kind of like this not too long ago when she was looking to rent a place. She was hesitant to chalk it up to anything supernatural, but she said when she stepped in the basement, she felt a sick feeling of danger in her gut, and then when she went to the sunroom out back (she usually loves sunroo…
Awww... Wish I would’ve seen the original story to add in my own. Don’t have much to add. But I’ll add three spooky ones for those at home like me.
So this just happened. It’s occurred before, but this is especially great timing, what with it being Halloween.
I’m not sure if this counts, but my brother died in Iraq when his humvee rolled over a bomb. So some time passes and the pastor of the church my family goes to, goes to sleep and has this really vivid dream. He dreams my brother drives up to him in a humvee. The pastor says he can’t hear his own voice but he asks…
I too have a late entry! And it takes place at an honest-to-goodness cheerleader slumber party.
Ok! (All names changed to protect privacy) When I was 11, my very good friend Jane passed away after an awful several year battle with cancer. Among our group of friends, I was the only one who stuck around (not blaming anyone, we are in 5th grade, ffs) at the last painful bout and I held her hand at hospice hours…
I have a few, but I am rather leary to tell them. But I have one that I’m OK telling. My aunt is a real estate agent, and when she was helping sell our house, this story came up. The reason is came up is because I always asked if anyone died or was buried on the property, and if something happened. Every single one.…
I wanted to submit one, but ran out of time. I’m not using my real name here, but something happened to me when I was fourteen and I have never made sense of it. It really and truly occurred. It scarred me and when I think about it, I still wonder if I could have done something to prevent my friend from dying.
About a dozen years ago when I was a grad student in anthropology, I was on a field expedition in the high mountains in the western US (for obvious reasons I can’t specify where).
This field work took us deep into the backcountry at elevations above 8,000 feet, and we had to make do with very basic survey and…
I’ve been waiting for this because last winter something happened to me that really freaked me out.
I had a friend in high school and lived just slightly off the beaten path is a heavily wooded area. We would always go out there for bonfires, sleepovers in tents, and in the summers, to go swimming in their outdoor pool.
Just gonna copy/paste what i posted in the Jezebel thread last year.