Every month, I read hundreds of submissions andround up the very best onesfor your combined enjoyment and terror.
Be honest with your answer, and may the creepiest story win!
“When I was about 7, my family relocated to Charlotte, North Carolina.
We were staying at a hotel while my parents looked for a house in the area.
I just knew that she was bad news and had something to do with Charlotte.
Her face was clear; I can still see it in my head.
A couple of days after moving in, the lady from across the street came to introduce herself.
Her daughter was with her, and she was the girl from the dreams.
Her name was Charlotte.”
He claimed Chris had apparently lived in that house before.
We played at her house for a couple of hours and then left to go back home.
I made a peanut butter sandwich to eat for breakfast, and took off to find her.
The last thing I remember was walking into the wooded area near her house.
This was probably around 9 or 10 in the morning.
At that point, I lost hours of time.
“When I was in university, I rented a townhouse in a brand-new subdivision with three roommates.
Almost immediately after I got out, the power went out.
Being winter in Canada, the house was completely pitch black especially my basement bedroom.
I went up to the main floor to light some candles and wait out the power outage.
The house was really quiet, so I assumed my roommates were out or in classes.
I was a little scared sitting in darkness with only candlelight to see with, all alone.
“One morning during my sophomore year of high school, I woke up with a really high fever.
Three hours later, at almost 10 a.m., I woke up, and my fever was completely gone.
I told my mom, and she agreed to let me go to school.
When I finally got to the campus, I walked to the classroom for my next subject.
My classmates were already outside the classroom, waiting to be let in.
They asked me where I came from; I told them I just got to school.
They all looked really confused.
They said they saw me in the first class that morning.”
The first night that he was alone, he decided to readThe Haunting of Hill House.
He’d never read it before and distinctly remembered spending the whole night reading the book.
“My father used to exchange Christmas cards with his great aunt who lived in Liverpool.
We lived in London, but one year, we drove to Blackpool to see the lights.
On the way home, he decided to go stop in and see her in Liverpool.
Except when we tried to find her house, it was nowhere to be found.
The street existed, but the house number did not.
We asked the local postman, and he told us that it simply didn’t exist anymore.
Apparently, that home had been bombed in the war and never rebuilt.
We never received another card from her again.”
I stayed at home with our baby, who had some extra needs.
I just lay there with my arm over my forehead, begging for sleep.
My husband came home around 6:30.
“I had just started dating this guy who had recently bought a charming, 100-year-old house.
It was the middle of the night still when I woke up from the dream.
I blinked my eyes open, only to see my boyfriend staring back at me.
After a few seconds, I asked, ‘Are you looking at me?’
The pictures were really nice lots of scenery and shots of the famous sites.
Then, there was a slide of these people at the Mount of Olives.
Everybody gasped and turned to look at me, including the church lady who took these pictures.
I was wearing the same exact clothes right then.”
“I once found a ring in a cemetery.
Nobody ever claimed it, so I kept it.
It wasn’t fancy, just a dark metal with a small eye-like pattern.
It was always cold to the touch and had no gems.
One day, I lost it at school.
I was super sad about it because I’d gotten attached to it and worn it every day.
We had not been outside that day, so it had to be inside.”
We started getting nervous and a little freaked out because there was no way this was possible.
We weren’t going in circles because we had never seen anything familiar on this road.
Finally, we saw an exit and checked the time on our phones.
We had been on this road for two hours.
We all were completely silent on the way back to my house.
We somehow lost two hours of our day when it had only seemed like minutes had passed.”
“I was in the laundry room of my house in Northridge, California.
It was very clear and adamant.
I watched it fall in slow motion onto the knuckle of my big toe on my right foot.
“My dad is the oldest of four brothers.
Two days later, his brother died unexpectedly of a heart attack.
I was literally in an Uber on the way to the airport.
We moved into the small terraced railway cottage, just the two of us.
“The house I grew up in had many, many unexplainable occurrences.
“I had a paper route when I was 14/15.
A few days later, I was on my route and turned around before hitting their house.
A man working in the garden asked why I stopped delivering the paper.
I told him the lady of the house asked me to stop.
He said he didn’t know why and to start delivering again.
A few days later, that lady came out, asking why I was delivering again.
I told her about the man working in the garden who wanted to deliver again.
We looked at each other, and she told me to keep delivering the newspaper.
I never saw the man again.”
“I was 10 years old, living in a small town in Portugal near Lisbon.
The house was never occupied by anyone but our family, and it was not old at the time.
I always had a strange feeling living there, especially when all was quiet.
It seemed like some restless energy was always lingering in the air.
The apartment had three bedrooms, and there were four of us siblings.
“When I was 19 or 20, I was commuting to college and living with my mother.
My mom had a job where she dealt with many older people.
We had a big rabbit cage wrapped in chicken wire there.
Finally, I got up and pulled the curtain open to see what all the commotion was about.”
Note: Submissions have been edited for length and/or clarity.
