A ghost stood behind a mother and her daughter. They only found out after the picture was developed. It turned out that the house they lived in used to be a funeral home.
My son was scrolling through YouTube looking for videos of farm animal sounds or the alphabet song when he asked me to help him find a cow.
“I’m not sure who made this but I’m pretty confident that they’re insane.”
A lot of these had me looking over my shoulder.
He looked at me very seriously and said “There’s someone in your apartment, wake up.”
It’s Friday the 13th.
“Hey,” said a clear male voice, obviously of college age, like me. “Who’s this?”
Are you ready to get scared?
“Mommy, how old are you?” “32.” “Oh. That’s a good age to die, I suppose.”
As someone who is trained in the sciences, I cannot prove that what happened to me was objectively real, but I can swear that what I experienced was genuine horror. A fear which in my life, I’m glad to say, has never been equalled.