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Here is a short one that is nonetheless creepy - file this under “Kids Say the Darndest Things!” - While sitting around the dinner table with my husband, our daughter (age 3), and our son (a little less than 1), our daughter says, “I have a friend who lives in my voice and talks for me. Sometimes my friend doesn’t

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So I spent a lot of time growing up in my grandma’s haunted house where she still lives. When she first moved in (iirc) all the walls were dark brown or black and there were pictures of people in coffins hanging up. My grandma had no time for that nonsense so she just threw all the

The Ghost Children

I’ve crossed past with serial killers 3 times in my life. All are horrific and one was even turned into a made for TV movie. Of the three, this story is the most frightening.

I live in Anoka, Minnesota, which is for those of you who don’t know, The Halloween Capital of the whole damn world! But, my story isn’t about one of our more “famous” hauntings, this one is about the house next door to my sister.

I just shared another story about a ghost ‘boop,’ but I’ve had a lot of weird crap happen so here goes another!

This one is a bit grim, but it’s the very true story of the time I crossed paths with a murderer and his accomplice who were on the run.

A few years ago I was home visiting my father from college. Due to a long history of other spooky experiences (including dark figures, light figures, and a weird underwear experience), I was not keen to sleep at this house. But it was late, I was tired, and I ended up falling asleep on our couch in the living room.

When I was 12, I briefly hung out with a group of girls who were more “mature” than I was—which is to say, they liked boys and makeup, and I was more of a play-with-my-American-Girl-dolls type of tween. One summer day we decided to dress up and walk around our town, which was basically an attention-getting exercise.

***CW: attempted suicide, self-harm***

Almost 20 years ago my father suddenly passed away and I had several visits from what I believe to have been his spirit.

Back in 2011 I spent 6 months studying abroad in Cape Town, SA. It was largely a great experience, but at least at that time the amount of violence against women was incredibly high. We were constantly warned by program admins to be on guard when we traveled around, but of course being 20 years old I didn’t take their

Rented an Airbnb in the wilds of Montana, near Yellowstone, and were in heaven. Long, gorgeous days of perfect weather. Breathtaking twilights that lasted for hours— it didn’t get dark till after ten p.m. Our kids, my parents, my husband and I were just over the moon about the beauty of this place.

Content warning for child abuse, but that’s not what it’s about. I just couldn’t figure out how to tell the story without that context.

So, I had this nightmare literally just last night. In it, I took a job housesitting for someone in an unfamiliar neighborhood, and spent the day outside on the front porch, enjoying nature and watching some of the local children at play. The kids kept finding strange things and bringing them to me: a sliver of bone; a

I grew up, until I was about eight, in a nice friendly little working-class neighborhood in the west. It was a new development built on top of a former patch of farm land but close enough to a bigger city that further development was inevitable and expected.

More mischief than scary. A decade ago or so, I was in a summer exchange program in Central Europe. The course I took culminated in one vicious exam, and leaving early post-exam since I completed it fast. (I actually studied, whereas half the class was hungover from the wine tour the night before). Needless to say, I w

I grew up with a ghost but I never told anyone until I was an adult and it turns out I wasn’t the only one who knew about it. My grandparent’s house was built in the late 1905 just outside of Boston and was owned briefly by an Irish family who used the attic to house recent immigrant families until they found their

There’s somehting really nice about an unknown entity telling you to get a grip.

I’ve experienced many a spooky thing in my life but this one hands down is my favorite. I used to live in an apartment building that was originally a doctors house from about 1900. My sensitive friends and I took the time to identify the different ghosts we felt around the house there was a little girl and everyone