Exactly!

In response the the skepticism about “furniture haunting,” I beg to differ. Even if this story was bogus, I’ve always been wary of antiques without provenance, in particular an elaborately finished mahogany bed my folks got in an auction in the 70's. One night in that thing and I was DONE. Having said that, I have…

Hey, hey, hey... don’t knock furniture hauntings. They’re totally a thing. Maybe not so much this armoire story, which btw, I thoroughly enjoyed anyway despite it being fake. But like we had an elephant rocking horse that a co-worker gave me when I became pregnant with my son (years ago) and that fucker would rock…

I had a Tio Nico who wasn’t there. When I was really little, we used to live in a one bedroom house. You walked into the living room, to the right was the bedroom which also had the only bathroom in the house and a large walk-in closet. From the living room you could see the tiny kitchen and from the kitchen you…

Right. I’m sure there are a few real experiences in the bunch, but I’d be very surprised if the vast majority weren’t entirely invented, heavily exaggerated or told in the first person when they’re actually “friend of a friend of a friend” stories or old family legends.

Ohh, now, come on. In the spirit of Halloween and Horror, I like to suspend disbelief. I believe in ghosts.

of course it wasn’t real. it was a great story though.

Dammit. WTF with these fakes. I kind of figured it was fake but still disappointed.

I’m glad Diana cheated on Charles. HE NEVER DESERVED YOU, LADY DI!

That experience bothered me for the longest time. I was paranoid that, somehow, something evil had latched on to me- as if I had been permanently stained just by stepping foot into that place. Luckily nothing weird happened after returning home, but I found myself very anxious about it for months.

my mom liked calling the voicemail and hearing his voice

About five years ago, my husband Adam and I decided that it was finally time to start looking to purchase a house. We had always talked about buying an older, fixer upper home because we’ve had the idea that they hold more charm and character. Plus we can appreciate a place that has it’s own quirks and we love the…

You are a very good storyteller! And even though it must have been terrifying, it had to have felt a little good telling that thing to fuck off!

This is horrifying. And why did he tell her to come downstairs? Just to say hi, or to freak you out, or...

I might have submitted this one last year, but I can’t seem to find any trace of it in my history. Anyway:

Gah, these are getting worse the lower down the list I go. The real people hiding in the house ones = terror.

This happened several years ago, when I first moved to L.A. and rented a place in a charmingly old/frustratingly old building. I almost took the efficiency next door, but splurged and went for the studio. I’m glad I did, and not just for the stove and the small amount of extra space. 

There’s something about the spot where the wall meets the ceiling that seems to invite scary things. I’ve posted this before, but it’s happened several times since then.

Yesss! I’ve been waiting for a while so I can share my spooky story.

I lived in a house for five years that constantly had things disappearing and reappearing in strange places. Noises that sounded like people walking up the back steps. Shadows in the kitchen. My sister refused to be alone in our house anymore. That kind of thing. It wasn’t terrible, but obviously wasn’t awesome. We…