Do you want prions? Because this is how you get prions.

Five or so years ago, my partner and I were eating breakfast at our favorite diner in San Francisco’s Inner Sunset neighborhood. This diner was small and had tables and booths strewn throughout, and a u-shaped bar in the middle with a big mirror behind the open end of the “u” (imagine classic 1950's diner). We were…

Random Handsome Ceramic Loving Man

Probably posting way too late and won’t make it out of the greys, but might as well share! I should probably start off by saying that both my husband and I are generally not very sensitive to the supernatural, and both on the skeptic-end of things.

I have a few stories about my mom in this thread, so I waited a bit to write my own. A simple but powerful occurrence.

“The Beedi Man”

The Servant

The Window

I think this is my first story! And it’s not scary, so much as sweet. And if anyone I know reads this thread, hi, it’s definitely me.

The Plantation Workers

In the mid 90's I worked as part of an engineering team for one of the major telecoms that bid on state-sponsored Relay Service for Hearing Impaired customers. If we won a state, we built a call center there with the necessary technology. It meant living in a hotel for a couple of weeks, for my team. One member of my…

It’s a wonderful name ;) . I love animal ghosts! We actually get some transient spirits in our home (I’m going to probably share some things from that in another post this season) and a recent one was a little dog! We have 3 dachshunds: 2 sleep in the bed and 1 is in a crate at the foot of the bed because he’s a sweet…

This happened to the ex-boyfriend of my cousin Alex. His family had just purchased a home in San Angel, a neighborhood in Mexico City filled with history and old houses. Among other things, it was site to the mass hanging of men belonging to Saint Patrick’s Battalion.

When my dad was a teenager in the late 1950s, he used to work as a dishwasher at a Mexican restaurant that was near the local cemetery. To get to work, he could either walk the long way around the cemetery, which was twice as far, or cut straight through it. More often than not, he’d opt to go through the cemetery.

Campground Creeper

When I was 16, I moved from the LA area to NorCal to live with my Dad and Stepmom way off in the woods about 50 miles northeast of Sacramento. We all lived in a trailer, a large one that you could hitch onto the back of a truck to go camping in. Only we lived in it. It was located in a decent, but…

I’ve shared this before, but it was lost in the grays and/or posted too late, so I’ll give it another shot.

A Single Flower

In the August of 2012 my dad killed himself. Earlier in the year he’d had open heart surgery and was never quite the same after. Then he broke his jaw and a business partner screwed him over in a major way. He’d struggled with mental health issues for years but all those things combined broke his spirit. In July it…

I have a story from this summer- I’ve been waiting for this post to come so I can share it.

I posted this a few years ago, but I don’t think more than 2 people read it. So here it is again!