The Woman Between the Headstones
I cut through the old cemetery every night after my shift. For years it was nothing. Then a woman in grey started waiting at the same grave, and started looking up.
Most Discussed Unexplained Mysteries and True Stories — Page 21
The Magpies Gathered on Our Roof the Morning of the Fire
I counted eleven magpies on the ridge tiles before breakfast. My grandmother went white and told me to unplug everything. That afternoon our kitchen caught.
The Park Radio Told Us To Get Off The Ridge And Nobody Ever Sent That Message
A voice on the handheld said our group name and told us to descend immediately. Forty minutes later the weather turned and the ridge was unsurvivable.
The Maid of Honor's Speech Ended the Marriage Before It Started Certified True by readers
The maid of honor stood up, raised her glass, and confessed, into the microphone, that she and the groom had been together three weeks earlier. The couple was not yet legally married. They never became so.
He Said He Was a Pilot. He Was Gary From the Sunglasses Kiosk.
His profile said airline captain, six foot two, flies to Tokyo weekly. The man who stood up was five foot six, fifteen years older, and wearing a sunglasses kiosk polo. His name was Gary.
Our Tent Was Moved Eight Feet While We Were Inside It
We pegged it on flat gravel. In the morning the pegs were still in the ground, in a neat rectangle, eight feet away from the tent.
She Asked Me Why I Sold The Farm She Never Lived On
My daughter grieves a farm and a brother named Peter that belong to no life she has lived. She has a mark on her wrist she calls where the wire caught her, and she cried the day we drove past a field she said used to be hers.
The Hitchhiker Knew The Name Of The Dog That Died In 1998
I picked him up outside the park gate. Sixty miles later he thanked me by name — my childhood nickname, which nobody alive uses.
They Fired Me Over a Sandwich I Never Even Ate
Eleven years of clean reviews, gone because a turkey club went missing from the fourth floor fridge and my badge was the last one to open the kitchen door.
I Answered Before It Rang
For a whole week I kept picking up my phone a second before it lit up, and it was always my mother. Then came the night I answered a call that had not started yet.
She Tried to Return a Christmas Tree in March. It Was Still Decorated.
She wheeled a fully decorated, still-lit Christmas tree up to my returns desk in March and demanded her money back. There was tinsel. There was a candy cane. There was no receipt.
Under the Lake I Heard My Grandmother Call Me Home
I went under at the reservoir and stopped fighting. There was a dark tunnel and a light, and my grandmother, gone twelve years, told me it was not my turn. Then hands pulled me up.
The Previous Owner Left a Note Behind the Radiator Certified True by readers
Renovating, I pulled off an old radiator and found a folded note taped behind it. In shaky handwriting: "If you are reading this, do not sleep in the back bedroom. I am sorry. I could not sell it any other way."
There Was Already a Man Asleep in My Hotel Bed
The keycard clicked green, the door swung open, and a stranger sat straight up in the dark of the room I had paid for. What followed involved a very confused night manager, a missed dawn flight, and a lot of shouting.
The Barracks at the End of the Runway Were Never Empty
Deployed to an old base built over an even older one, we slept in barracks that housed men before us -- and, some of us swear, still did. I did not believe in ghosts until the night the third bunk answered back.
I Was Lost For Nine Hours And Something Kept Me On The Path
Every time I stepped off the trail, a stone hit a tree ahead of me. Nine hours. Always ahead. Never once behind.
I Could See My Roommate Sleeping and I Still Could Not Scream
Six feet away my roommate slept soundly while I lay frozen, watching the door handle turn on its own. All I needed was to make one sound. My throat would not obey.
Somebody Restacked Our Firewood Into A Circle While We Slept
Not scattered. Not stolen. Restacked, log by log, into a ring around the fire pit, with the cut ends all facing in.
My Reflection Was a Half-Second Behind Certified True by readers
For about ten seconds one night, the person in my bathroom mirror copied everything I did — but late, a half-second behind, like a video buffering. Then it caught up and smiled first.
The Ranger Asked Me To Describe The Man Again And Then Went Very Quiet
I reported a hiker in a red jacket who had no water and no pack, eleven miles from any road. The ranger wrote nothing down.
