Was it a break up?

I was in eighth grade, parochial school, First Friday mass. We were the oldest kids in school, so we sat in the front rows, and then the rest of the parish (including my grandma and mom) sat behind the school kids. Everything was ten times funnier in church and my best friend made my laugh by pointing out how long my…

I think there’s a good chance the stairs were uneven in some slight way even though we haphazardly measured them and they seemed fine. We weren’t really scared of the stairs because of the falling-down-them part, though, which usually happened in the day time and never resulted in any injuries. They were normal…

Lol! A lot of spooky shit does happen in my hometown. But the spookiness is also just attached to my brother. When I’ve suggested not living in a haunted farmhouse ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, he says that “it” will follow him wherever he goes. If that’s not creepy enough, he bought a vacation house in Florida when prices were cheap…

No, East Coaster--why, is there another graveyard path in Eerie? (What a name.)

Tacking on another for fun because this one makes me laugh:

I am sorry, Jenny, but you MUST research this. Could you find the house again? Look up who lived there? I don’t want you to be decapitated but I want answers!

Okay so I talked about my creepy haunted childhood house for the home improvement Pissing Contest and was advised to post it in the Spooky Story contest. I have already read way scarier stories but I’ll just cut and paste with a few edits:

solidarity!

There’s absolutely a sentence missing...the solution to the door not latching is that we got hook and eye closures for the outside and inside, and he absent mindedly hooked it closed when he left the bedroom.

In our old apartment, our bedroom door didn’t latch, but we didn’t want the cat getting in either because my husband is allergic. He left for work one day and absent-mindedly latched the lock. Imprisoned, desperate, I peed in our beautiful floral trashcan. It’s not by any stretch of the imagination the grossest place…

Yeah, these stairs were even and wide. Unevenness was my dad’s first thought, but he couldn’t figure it out. Sometimes people bit it when they turned the corner at the bottom because the inside edges narrowed. That wasn’t spooky, that was idiocy. But falling towards the top was something we could never figure out.…

I absolutely am, but I’m not often in places that feel so creepy. When I am and other people are like oh haha fun haunted place I am NOT into it.

My friend and I looked incredibly alike when we were in second grade (we look nothing alike now). But we’d take turns going to our dance lesson. She liked to pretend to be me and I just stayed me, skipping every other week, so this is really more her lie. Anyway, at the rehearsal for our recital, we both showed up and…

Hello, it is I. Some details here on original thread.

Haha I’m so sorry! The universe sought revenge for this post last night when, as I was getting ready for bed, my husband casually mentioned that “our ghost lives upstairs” and I lost it. He was like, *shrug,* “o. sorry. I thought you heard her [her????] too.” Luckily, the vibes in this house are much calmer, upstairs…

It was weird how little we talked about it, though we had at some point verbally acknowledged my brother’s need for music at night! Then, when we were older, my brothers and I got drunk and compared notes about the creepiest parts of the house and they all lined up (on our house and on our grandparents’ house).

Yeah, I know, and mom (who’s super peppy) tells this story as a funny story. She really relishes delivering the line, with her impression a old-man voice, “They hauled them all away in the paddy wagon in the middle of dinner.” 

I would just go ahead and lose my mind right there.

Yeah, I went back to the house recently (my parents have moved out since I left home) and I was kind of surprised by how creeped out I still was as soon as I walked in. It was oppressive. I had to pee but refused because I felt too vulnerable lol. I also didn’t ask to see my old room because there was no fucking way I…