The cookie story is the polar opposite of a juicy gossip story. Like, you couldn’t find a more lame-ass story about a celebrity if you tried.

I love that this year, a number of the scariest stories centered on non-ghost incidents. The modeling gig... the poisoned uncle... a woman buried alive... a madman in the basement... Sometimes the spookiest stories are the ones about other humans.

The close call with John Wayne Gacy blew me away.

That’s a hell of a piece of writing, Stassa.

There are exceptions to this of course, but I do feel that if all your friends do not like your significant other there is usually a reason. It can be really hard to see glaring red flags and sometimes even mis-treatment when you are in the throws of lust/whatever and there’s usually a reason your friends don’t like…

I grew up in a conservative, Christian household by parents who did not entertain the idea of ghosts, didn’t encourage “scary” talk, and absolutely didn’t allow horror movies or reading material into the house.

When I was in college, I went on a road trip with a guy friend and his then-girlfriend, named Kat. We ended up stopping at Kat’s brother’s house – which he now owned with his partner. The house had been their parent’s house before their parents passed away and left it to their kids. It wasn’t until we had already been…

I moved for work, and took an apartment without seeing it, since I lived about 1,000 miles away. I am a scaredy cat. I am afraid of things that go bump in the night because I read a lot of Stephen King as a precocious youth. Anyway, I’m a little scared of moving into my first apartment that’s entirely my own. The…

Let me start with this: I believe that, somehow, there is a logical explanation for what happened to me. This event, however, has puzzled me for years. I was 17 years old when my girlfriend and I snuck up to my dad’s lake house one winter (late February, so it was cold), which was about 45 minutes away from the…

Late to this party and I’m using a burner because I don’t want this to dox me on regular account, so the odds of this getting noticed are slim.

I just got back from LA and was catching up with old college roommates and this is the story of my roommate Janet’s sister, Cristina and I hope I’m telling it the way it was told to me because I still can’t get this story out of my head and have been telling it to all my friends and family here this week.

Cristina…

When i was in high school, i lived in Charleston SC, way out on Johns Island in the country. I was a sweet weirdo kind of arts kid who enjoyed such hits as being alone, Sylvia Plath, the Doors, the beach at night, dressing up like old Hollywood, and thrift store shopping. There’s all kinds of great thrift stores in…

This is not necessarily scary but definitely the weirdest thing that ever happened to me personally. I have done tarot readings for years, mostly of the spiritual bent trying to help people find their purpose in life. Not necessarily scary or spooky. Tarot readings are not my main source of income; more of a way of…

So, I have spent the last two hours reading these stories, and have finally decided to add my own. I was hesitant to do so, but here it is:

So this happened to my best friend, and I have to preface this with the fact that my bestie is a scientist through and through. She’s in Med School and believes in testing, empirical evidence, and rational explanations...but yet she swears by this story, so take from that what you will. Anyway this is the story of the…

I was house sitting for my sister when I was about 20. They bought a nice house in a nice suburb and they seemed happy enough in it. That said, the night my parents and I went to look at it, my mum (yes I am Australian, as though I don’t have enough things to be scared of already) confided in me afterwards that the…

So, I’ve always LOVED reading these stories and figured it’s time to submit my own. It’s not as scary as the possessed 30s truck (OMG) but according to my partner – it’s some scary shit.

My mother 100 percent believes in ghosts and thinks that she can talk to them (other people do too, but you can guess my stance on this issue by the tone of my type). She also believes in past lives and I am pretty sure even fairies. So my childhood was messed up to say the least. Natural bump in the night, nah just…

I grew up in a family with a lot of “ethnic spiritualism”. In other words, good Catholics from Irish and French traditions for whom hauntings and ghost sightings were no big deal - they happened.

When my friends and I were in high school we were quite morbid. Constantly talking about death and ghosts, played the Ouija board, and loved scary movies. We weren’t goth or anything, in fact we were band geeks. On a band trip, for some reason one of my best friends and I had a conversation in which we promised each…