Ayyyy this is terrifying. 

My ex husband was from Boulder and we spent so much time there, I was always thoroughly creeped out (in multiple locations) in that town! 

A great read, although I am sorry you had to go through all that.

These are my favorite kind of stories.

My dad committed suicide ten years ago now. Just over a year ago, I was running errands near where he used to work - I spent a lot of time there as a kid, he and my mum job shared and it was a notforprofit and very social and family oriented. The organisation isn’t in the main part of the building but there’s still a…

Give Us A Sign

I’m not ordering a pizza after all. I’m going to choke down some stale saltines for dinner instead, and I’m ok with it.

A couple years ago my now ex and I did a road trip up north of our state, through some old farming areas and to an old mining town. The plan was to hit the thrift stores all the way up, and check out the little local museums, a thing we did reasonably often.

A couple things things happened on this trip that maybe…

I just remembered this one, I hope I’ve made the deadline!

I forgot to title this! I’ll call it “The 1920’s House”

Ok, one of the creepiest things that ever happened to me was when I was in college.

This will surely get buried but that’s okay— I have a “thing” for cabins. On grid glamping, off grid camping, I love it all. I work heavily in tech and “unplugging” has been the way to stay sane.

That is spooky, but also, like, strangely touching? Poor Gerald! Maybe he was just checking up on the later generation, and talking about how he approved of having you around?

I have so many but I don’t care, I’m posting. Here goes!

Growing up I had been extremely close to my grandma. She lived only 5 minutes away from my family for most of my life, so we saw her all the time and for EVERY special event in my childhood. I had a bit of a strained relationship with my mom when I was younger, so my grandma was the person I would go-to for all the…

I was 34 when I acquired this old house in the historical district of my hometown in NC, and as a French-mexican living in the south of the USA, of course I had to do a bunch of superstitious things in order to make sure the home will be “cleansed” at my arrival. I consulted a famous tarot witch in Mexico City, who…

“Hello Senoritas” 

The Ghostest Generation

(Not a native English speaker, sorry.)

I grew up in a small historic town in New Jersey and have a couple ghost stories, but this is the one I’m going to share: In high school and college I worked at a restaurant that was originally an old inn from the 1700s. One Sunday afternoon, I picked up the phone at the hostess station and had a chilling conversation…