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Here is a story that I have not shared before because honestly- it creeps me the fuck out. I don’t like thinking about it. I don’t like the things it implies about the nature of the universe we inhabit, and it fills me with existential dread. It also happens to involve a friend’s suicide, so it’s not the easiest thing

I am a horrible storyteller, so I won’t even try, but I will give you some idea. If it sounds like anything anyone wants to hear, I’ll write more, but I need help in writing it so it makes sense. This is a story of a crazy haunting that took place over 9-10 years, so there’s a ton of detail I could put into it. Heck,

FINALLY!!! I have been waiting all year for this!! Here is my story.

I thought I would share a story of my dad’s. Our family has many stories where none of us can quite explain it, to non skeptics we believe we are definitely clairvoyant to some degree. My parents tell me stories from when I was younger, I’m not as in tuned to it as they are but this story of my dads is from his days

I was raised Southern Baptist. We didn’t tell ghost stories around the campfire growing up. We told possession stories. And we believed in them because demons are biblical. I remember having lively debates with my friends about the biblical case for demons and how not believing in them means you don’t believe

I’m pretty sure I’ve never shared these stories here. Apologies if I have!

About 4 years ago, my boyfriend and I moved into a duplex just outside the city. The first day I was all alone in the house, I started thinking that I was seeing things out of the corner of my eye. Flashes of lights and shadows. I never ever had that sensation at my old place. It happens from time to time, but not