SCARY NIGHT

Two men met at a bus stop & struck
up a conversation. One of them kept
complaining of family problems. Finally,
the other man said: "u think u have
family problems? Listen to my situation.
A few years ago I met a young widow
with a grown-up daughter & we got
married. "Later my father married my
step daughter. That made my
stepdaughter my stepmother & my
father became my stepson. Also, my
wife became mother in-law of her
father-in-law. Then the daughter of my
wife, my stepmother, had a son. This
boy was my half-brother because he
was my father's son, but he was also
the son of my wife's daughter which
made him my wife's grand-son. That
made me the grandfather of my half-
brother. "This was nothing until my
wife & I had a son. Now the half-sister
of my son, my stepmother, is also the
grandmother. "This makes my father
the brother-in-law of my child, whose
step sister is my father's wife, I'm my
stepmother's brother-in-law, my wife is
her own child's aunt, my son is my
father's nephew & I'm My own
grandfather! & u think u have family
problem?

Ghost Bro

My house was built in 1904. It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block foundation. I have been living here for about 12 years. Of all the weird things that my siblings and me have seen or heard in this house this one event is my favorite. This happened to my brother. About ten years ago my brother and his best friends had started a garage band playing mostly "Spanish rock," alternative music but in Spanish. His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. They would practice into the early evening, and they would usually call it quits by 8 pm. This was the time I usually showed up and went to bed, cause I worked the graveyard shift.

This happened in late fall, so the days were getting shorter, they had just finished a long session when the decision to head to someone else house came about. My brother handed his car keys to his buddy so they could load up the equipment. Everyone had filed out of the basement, but the tricky part was that they needed to walk all the way to the back of the basement, up the back stairs, through the kitchen doorway, down the hall into the living room and out into the front porch. Everyone was outside sitting in my brother's truck waiting for him. My brother was walking up the back stairs when he remembered that he had left his pancakes in a to go container sitting on a speaker in the basement. He made the decision to go back. Now the basement is not clean, with full sight lines, there had been partitions made, and the boiler and main heating unit are right smack in the middle. So after my brother walks back, he is about to retrieve his food container, when out of the corner of his eye he sees it.

It is a shadowy figure, right at his peripheral vision, this feeling of dread and uneasiness washed over my brother. We had been taught that if you are in the presence of a spirit or ghost and you felt a bad vibe, to say quick prayer or to cuss at it. My brother chose the latter, he basically just told it "hey f**k you, I don't have time for this s**t".

My brother started to walk to the back of the basement and briskly up the stairs, closing doors and turning off lights as he was walking out. The last light switch is on the opposite side of the front door...luckily the door was open and the light from the street lamp was flooding the living room with its amber light. My brother said he felt something at his back, but at no point did he turn around. As he flicked the last switch the living room went dark, as did rest of the house. As he stepped out he pulled on the door closing it behind him, still holding his food container in one hand he jogged down the few porch steps. He walked towards the front gate...our house resides far from the main street, essentially having a large front yard but no rear garage. As he closed the gap between himself and his friend-laden truck he kind of smiled and thought things over in his head, mad at himself for spooking out when there was no reason.

He climbed into the drivers side of the truck, putting on his seat belt and getting ready to pull out of the parking spot directly in front of the house, when one of his friends asked " Hey wait what about your brother, isn't he coming with us?" My brother answered, "What do you mean? He went to work early tonight, he is already gone, do you see his car anywhere?"

The next question they asked "So then who was walking behind you when you were leaving the house? "

My Great Grandmother's House
900poptr loves their grandparents but hates their house. The house has been in their family for over a century, and something has always felt off about it. The rooms would always feel cold despite the air being off, and visitors often reported feeling like they were being watched.
For about a month, this user and their parents were living in the house. It was during this time that an event happened that terrified them. One night, they woke for no particular reason and went to the bathroom. Suddenly, the door shut and locked behind them. The lock on the door was broken so it shouldn’t have been able to lock, let alone close, on its own. Then, the light in the bathroom went out.
They had always been interested in ghost hunting and had a ghost hunting app on their phone. They’d used it in the past but assumed it didn’t work. The app was supposed to tell its user whatever the ghost was saying. As they opened the app, they felt something - or someone - breathing down their neck. A few seconds later, the door unlocked and the radar read one word: “Run”.
They ran back to hide and hid under the covers until they fell asleep. The next night, they woke again and went into the kitchen for a snack. It was there that they saw a dark figure pick something up from the pantry, turn to them, and then disappear. They tried to return to their room, but the living room door slammed shut as they walked toward it. Again, they felt someone breathing down their neck. They kept pulling at their door until it finally opened. Back in their room, hiding under the covers, they couldn’t sleep because they kept hearing footsteps on the porch.
The next night they decided to try sleeping in the den. Their phone was left open to the ghost hunting app when it picked up a signal. It read “Quintin” - their great grandfather’s name. That was the last activity the user experienced before they moved out.