This house sitting horror story is about a refrigerator. A very nice one, with a camera inside that takes a picture every time the door closes so you can check from the grocery store whether you need milk. The owners showed me how it worked as a joke. Ten days later I was looking at … Read more
Most scary apartment stories are about noises through the wall. Mine is about my robot vacuum, and the obstacle it kept bumping into in the middle of my empty living room while I was at work. I know most scary stories to read online are made up, so I’m going to tell this one exactly … Read more
My scary Airbnb story didn’t start with a hidden camera or a weird host. It started with the Wi-Fi. There was one device on the network that didn’t belong to any of us, and it only came online after we went to bed. Of all the scary house stories my friends and I tell now, … Read more
This fake utility worker story happened to me in January of 2020, in Lansing, Michigan. A polite man with a clipboard asked to check my gas meter, and then he asked which bedroom I slept in. It was the most frightening scary experience of my life, and it started with a knock in broad daylight. … Read more
My new house horror story starts with something every buyer hears at closing: “The sellers left the garage remotes in the kitchen drawer.” There were two remotes in that drawer. The garage door opener had three programmed. I’ve read a lot of scary stories with a twist since then, and none of them started with … Read more
I never once suspected someone living in my attic, because the house binder told me there was nothing up there. The note was friendly, neat and helpful, and it was written by the one person who needed me to believe it. When you take a six-month job in a city where you don’t know a … Read more
My dog figured out there was someone hiding in my house about three weeks before I did. I just kept explaining her away, along with the socks, the towel, and the dryer that was warm every time I opened it. I’m a high school band director, which means from August to November I basically live … Read more
This home intruder story starts with a bowl of candy I left on my porch on Halloween night. By morning somebody had filled it back up, and my doorbell camera swore nobody had walked up to my door. I work twelve-hour nights as a respiratory therapist, which means I miss most holidays, and Halloween is … Read more