For a period of time when I was younger, I was TERRIFIED of my bedroom in the dark. My parents were still married at the time and we (parents, me, and my sister, who is 11 years older than me) were living in a four-bedroom house in the Midwest — one of those new homes built as part of a subdivision on some former…

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…

Haunted Reflections

My mother moved into a rancher in the late ‘90s. She purchased the home from an elderly lady who moved into an assisted living facility, as she needed some mobility help. Her husband and her had bought the house in the ‘70s and lived there together until his death a few years previous.

When I was 10 we moved into a home that was about 100 years old on a farm about 5 miles outside of the small town we had been living in. We planned to live in that home during the time my parents built their new house on the same property. The home only had two spaces that had been designed as bedrooms so my room was…

This story is lore in my family. In the 1970s, my aunt lived in Seattle. Her apartment was across from another apartment building, and her window looked directly into the apartment of a handsome, seemingly well-to-do young man.

This story happened to my uncle, when he lived in an apartment in Daly City, California. My uncle was (and is) an atheist with a scientific mind that made him question all the hocus-pocus stories told to him by his Cuban family. He was a computer programmer and a decided skeptic. In the 80s, when this story takes…

This isn’t exactly scary, as it is pretty weird and a little sad and paranormal. It’s also kinda long, but it really happened to me this year.

This isn’t necessarily supernatural, but still real creepy. When I lived in Southern Ohio, the town I lived in was really, really hilly, and mostly pedestrian. It also has a history of occult activity going back centuries, which is interesting although not really relevant to this story. Anyway, because this town is so…

I’m 30 years old now, but I remember my childhood vividly to the point where I have some memories that I think are from before I knew how to talk. It would take sitting in front of the periodic table of the elements in chemistry class my sophomore year of high school for me to realize I had a legit photographic memory.

I’ve never posted, so this might live in the greys forever. But!

My mom tells us not to talk about it, but there is something sensitive about our family. We feel things, and then we bite our tongues to prevent bothers from thinking we are nuts.

I have really bad sleep paralysis, regular nightmares and hallucinate when I wake up regularly. So I’ve seen some pretty fucked up shit that’s not real.

Nowhere near as scary as some of these but I’ll give it a go (it’s a slow burner...more of just a series of scary events which happened in one house):

I’ll share one of my own now. It’s not really scary, but more creepy. I moved last summer and was living by myself for the first time. Things seemed pretty normal around the house at first, but slowly, strange things started happening. When I came home, a light would be on that I swore I turned off when I left the…

One evening, my family and I were heading back home to Tijuana from a trip to San Diego. My mom was driving, my aunt was in the front passenger seat, and in the back it was my cousin, my grandmother and I.

So this is going to be a long one but here it goes!

I’m gonna call this one: With Her Face All Read as an homage to the Emily Carroll story.

We had a friend of the family named Ruth, who had been a college friend of my grandmother and very close to our family. She wasn’t married and didn’t have kids, but she was an infinitely sweet and generous woman who was a very dear auntie to all of us. Ruth also had an amazing house: a sprawling stone house with Tudor…

I have a few but I’m going to do them in separate posts.