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I think one of the creepiest stories I’ve ever heard was from my friend Lisa, about the worst kind of ghost: the ghosts who are all too real. Lisa’s originally from the city of Rostock - a seaport in Germany. It used to be quite the big deal in the old GDR and her family have always had a presence in the shipbuilding

Posted this to a different website a couple of years ago but deleted that account, figured I’d add to all the tales here that I’ve enjoyed reading. Anyway, here’s the story:

last year during the pandemic i lived in a one bedroom apartment in (portland oregon) a block away from my friend. we’d hang out like once a week until around 11 pm and then i’d walk home alone. one friday i was at her place and while she was working on her ceramics projects for school, i was reading aloud the

I’ve had many encounters with the paranormal since I was kid, but this incident left me scared more than the rest - causing me to sleep with the lights on for weeks.

I was 7 months pregnant with my first child, a son, when my husband and I bought a small rambler house for our expanding family. We soon found out there was something very wrong there.

When I was a kid, in the summers my family would visit my grandfather’s cabin, located in a remote area in the woods in northern New England. The nearest neighbor at that time was about 5 miles down the road. The cabin was just yards from a lake ideal for fishing and boating, and I suppose you could say that the area

“December 1941"

About 11 years ago, myself, my husband and our one-year-old daughter moved into a house on a quiet cul-de-sac in a great neighbourhood. The house had been built in the 70’s and had not been updated, so inside it wasn’t overly attractive, but it was spacious with a nice little yard and it was affordable. Weird things

I see a few re-posts so I’m throwing my hat into the ring again.

My grandparents bought the house my mom grew up in sometime in the late 1950s. I don’t think it was built much earlier than that, but the previous owner was an elderly woman who died in the house. I don’t know anything else about her except for the fact that she loved the color red. The exterior of the house itself

I thiiiink I told this story like ten years ago here, but it may have been somewhere else. Anyway, here it is again!!

(sing with me, people!)

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The last time I read any of these it was 2016! I’ve got two stories: one eerie, one nice.

This isn’t really scary and I’m certain there’s an explanation but it threw me for a loop at the time. It certainly isn’t going to be in the running for a prize, I just felt like sharing it as a supernatural-adjacent story.

No Running (in the Hall)

Sorry for lateness! I’ve been trying for days to login to kinja! I was gonna write about my unfriendly ghost in my first apartment, but as I was writing I remembered this odd story that happened.

I grew up in a small town in North Florida. It is small with a picture perfect Main Street, beautiful beaches untouched by tourism, everyone knows each other kind of town. When my parents moved to town, we would drive by this Victorian style house (it wasn’t new built in the early 1990s) that we loved. It has a what I

“You know this whole neighborhood is built over old Indian burial grounds, right?” is something you might hear growing up from someone who’s just trying to scare you, but in my case it’s not that much of a stretch from what the reality is. Not too far away from where I live is a place called Cahokia Mounds, which are

When I joined my local theater group last year, I had heard stories about the theater - indeed, the whole building - being haunted. By at least two ghosts - the gentleman who built the building, and one of the first actors to ever join the troupe. (There may be more. Depends on who you ask.)