thegirlfrommarz
thegirlfrommarz
thegirlfrommarz

Dude. How can you be so matter-of-fact about that crazy shit? “Oh, yeah, these sentient will-o-wisps monitor me and my fam. No biggie.”

Uhm... we stayed there last summer. Santa Rosa Beach, just west of Panama City and experienced some ghostly shit.

Oh sweet Jesus. Girl don’t marry anyone else

She is. She isn’t all that much older than me. My grandmother didn’t tell me exactly when, but mentioned the cousin’s “second husband.” This girl has only been married once - so far.

Starred before I even finished reading the whole post! Geez.

Is your cousin still alive? Did you ask when? Gah! I’m scared for her

That is one uncanny Nana. Good god.

I was just about to say this. I lived in Key west for about 2 years though and well they do hype it up, never encountered anything spooky. unless you count the GIANT FUCKING RATS that plagued out dilapidated rental. images of one perched on my kids jumperoo still haunt me if I could find the pic I would post it

She didn’t and I was too afraid to ask!

I want to hear every story about your grandmother!

This is a completely rational thought process, because, see above! Also, everything must lock from the inside. People clearly are not using horror movies as educational pieces.

My best friend and I road trip a lot. Once we rented an RV. We have decided that we will never take anything on a trip that we sleep separate from the cab. Like, we must have access to the cab through windows or a door without going outside. Mostly because of bears but also cuz of serial killers. Paranoid? Maybe. But

I want to meet your Gram and have her tell me my death. Have you asked about your own?

I’ve been waiting for this thread all year! I’m a bit late to the game, so I hope someone finds this next story of mine to be as unnerving as I did when it happened. In the spirit of these stories, this is true - take it from me, internet stranger. Only two paranormal things have ever happened to me in my life. I told

My grandmother was known in our family as “the psychic,” which was always said half-jokingly, but in truth she always freaked us out with the things she knew. Sometimes it was sweet and cute - we would take turns trying to surprise her with birthday or Christmas gifts, only to have her rightly guess what it was before

Omg yes I have already been very clear with my husband that if my kids ever refer to anything remotely supernatural in our house I will be out the door so fast. Its also one of the reasons I like have a small house. No upstairs and we live in FL so no creepy basements yay. I hate the thought of ever living in a giant

WORD. Our last home was next door to a house that had been the site of a couple of suicides, and we went through three different sets of neighbors in five years who claimed it was haunted. Because of this, I asked our realtor to point-blank ask about deaths in the house if we felt like we might be interested. I guess

These stories always start out with the buying of a dream or perfect, too good to be true home. I followed a strict rule when I bought my house. If I walked in and the house was perfect or the price was too low for the quality or my “dream” home I passed. I love my house it’s great, but it has little to no closet

When I was 30, I decided it was time for me to take my first road trip across the United States. I was young, fearless, and eager to see as much as I could. At the time I was seeing a guy who wanted to travel the first few weeks with me, and then split off when we got to New Orleans at Jazz Fest. My plan was to

We moved into our dream house in the country about a year ago, and shortly thereafter discovered that the curiously bent tree near the driveway is a Ute prayer tree, most likely pointing the way toward the grave of a warrior or other important tribe member. Being history buffs, we were pretty thrilled by this