Memurs
Memurs
Memurs

I am a horrible storyteller, so I won’t even try, but I will give you some idea. If it sounds like anything anyone wants to hear, I’ll write more, but I need help in writing it so it makes sense. This is a story of a crazy haunting that took place over 9-10 years, so there’s a ton of detail I could put into it. Heck,

I thought I would share a story of my dad’s. Our family has many stories where none of us can quite explain it, to non skeptics we believe we are definitely clairvoyant to some degree. My parents tell me stories from when I was younger, I’m not as in tuned to it as they are but this story of my dads is from his days

Okay, so this year I can participate since the main player who would be scandalized by airing the laundry has passed. As background, my mother had me in her late thirties and her mother in turn had her in her late thirties. My mother was the youngest of eight children and had brothers much older than she, which is how

My grandfather (Papaw) died in a car accident when I was still an infant. Naturally, my mother - always a Daddy’s girl - tried to insure that I had some idea and concept of him growing up. We had dozens of photos of Papaw and my grandmother around our home, and I spent my very early childhood with a solid idea of what

I was raised Southern Baptist. We didn’t tell ghost stories around the campfire growing up. We told possession stories. And we believed in them because demons are biblical. I remember having lively debates with my friends about the biblical case for demons and how not believing in them means you don’t believe

My 8 year old is obsessed with Bloody Mary. It’s apparently all the rage with the kids at her school. My problem is that I wrote my thesis on Mary I, so I have little patience for the histrionics.

This is more creepy than scary. My grandmother lived down the street from our house with her sister. Just two old widows in a split level house built in the 70s-so nothing ancient by any means. Every once in a while, I had to stay there in the spare bedroom and it always creeped me out but I never saw anything. When I

Don’t worry. Melisandre will resurrect Glen, why else would she be at the wall?

Seriously. I LIVE for the Halloween ghost stories. God, except for those sleep paralysis ones; I would be one seriously heavily medicated ISpeakJive if I had sleep paralysis.

THIS PLEASE. This morning I actually went back over the last 3 years of Scary Stories posts looking at what date they went live muttering to myself “they’re late where are the stories give me scary stories precious my precious”

I MEAN THIS IS COOL AND ALL GUYS BUT WHERE ARE MY HALLOWEEN SPOOKY STORIES?

This is possibly the first time I’ve ever wanted to hang out with Kim Kardashian. Love this so hard.

Highly dependent on the degree. #1 nursing, education, communications. #1 or 2 accounting. No engineering, no law to speak of.

Depends on the program. But JMU has a top 20 in the country business school and is well renowned for education, media arts and design, and nursing. It definitely doesnt have the engineering program as Tech or the all around greatness of UVA, but it is definitely a better school than people think.

This is probably the first time that overdosing in a brothel saved a marriage.

We don’t need no STINKING BADGES.

Who are YOU!?

Of Rilo Kiley and the Postal Service. But, most importantly, also of Troop Beverly Hills.

Ed is totally Ron Weasley and Hermione’s doofy son graduating from Hogwarts in this pic.

I watch this show...I find history, and especially genealogy, interesting in general—I come from a large and extended family, and lengthy recitations of various family trees and stories about family history are common. I don’t really care about the celebrity part so much, I just find the process of how they discover