This garbage is what happens when marijuana, an unchecked ego, and a thesaurus are readily available at all hours of the day.

Does that mean she voted against Barack Obama? Fuck her. 

‘Queen, did you block me? Sad face.’

My wife and I bought a house on see Lake Michigan just north of Chicago. Beautiful views of the water, the city, and the home is spectacular for raising kids. It was built in the 80s, so we didn’t think anything weird would come up. For the first 1.5 years in the house, nothing. The occasional creaky floorboard but…

Absolutely no part of this story is exaggerated, and I still don’t know what to make of it. Until I was five, I was raised in a teeny tiny town. My small neighborhood was more like a compound, where all of the people who worked in the clinic next door lived. There was a big garden in the middle of the neighborhood…

Oh man... I could tell you some stories about several bands listed in this article. I was in a weird, kind of exploitive relationship with a guy in high school and so I was very much in the scene from the 2004-2007 era in Vegas. I was close with several local bands who were always “on the verge” of making it and some…

I was big into emo but what appealed about it to me was relating to the frustration and feelings of disenchantment, betrayal, tragic romance, bitterness, and self-loathing. It wasn’t until some years later that I recognized that the men who wrote these songs weren’t even remotely considering that the reason some women…

In spite of being somewhat aware of these issues individually, I was never really able to articulate why this genre turned me off. I just kind of dismissed it as not for me in like 2006 and never gave it much thought. The angry, lonely, maybe suicidal, maybe murderous whining just didn’t do it for me, and there was…

At the end of this summer, I had quite a decent Facebook Marketplace addiction, and I was sporadically zipping out to drop off or pick up random items.

I’m going to keep specific details a bit vague because the following happened at a summer camp that I have a ton of personal ties to that still exists. I don’t want to fuck up their existence. So: I’ll say it’s on a big lake in New England, it’s rather popular, and its heavily religiously oriented. (Yeah, I know – my…

Don’t Test the Ouija Board

The Boy Who Wasn’t There

My sister and her husband are foster parents to two little girls, and have two biological children of their own. They are hoping to adopt the girls but needed a bigger house for that to be a possibility. They started searching and found a giant house that used to be owned by a group of priests in the area. They housed…

THIS! Those assholes straight up broke the number one public transit code, if a lone traveller is being harassed you bring them into your travel fold! 

I posted this story last year, but I was sort of late in my submission and it ended up buried about 5,000 comments down. Now, two days into the contest and there’s already 365 comments! Well, here’s hoping it gets seen this year.

This happened pretty recently. I found an old neighbor on the street one day with a bloody face. He had fallen over while walking his dog and couldn’t get up. I called 911 and hung around to see if he got admitted to the hospital, offering to keep his dog if so. He didn’t but I checked on him a few days later, worried…

Not scary, but a couple of happy paranormal (?) bits.

The real creeps in your story were the jerks who ditched you! What kind of people just leave a mom and child to deal with someone like that?!

A lot of weird stuff has happened to me over the years, and I consider myself “sensitive,” despite also being an atheist. I tend to think that there are explanations for the supernatural but that we just don’t have the answers yet. It’s all energy, right? Anyway, here is one of the creepiest things that happened to me…

“You know this whole neighborhood is built over old Indian burial grounds, right?” is something you might hear growing up from someone who’s just trying to scare you, but in my case it’s not that much of a stretch from what the reality is. Not too far away from where I live is a place called Cahokia Mounds, which are…