That’s awesome!

People can be super weird when they sleep. One time my husband was mumbling in his sleep, super agitated, and I was trying to calm him down and he said “shut up, ya pinko commie!” In Canada. In the 1990s. At the age of 20-something. It was like he was channeling a dead Republican from the Nixon years.

Well, the 10-year-old just upgraded his costume from “I’ll go as myself and wear a name tag saying ‘this IS my costume’” to Slenderman, so that’s a start. And the 12-year-old wants me to find him an old-timey gas mask, which could be very Sandman Mystery Theatre or that one episode of Dr. Who, so I have hope!

And my kids got very little of it - they don’t even like spooky stories :(

That is beautiful.

Holy. Shit. This had better not get stuck in the greys, because it is amazing and terrifying. And also very well written!

NOOOOOOOPE.

Mercersburg Academy? I spent the night there once with the granddaughter of a family friend (long/random story). I remember it being a spooky place.

Solid morals.

I got either psychic-ed or amazingly cold read on a bus once. This woman started talking with me, I had my son in the stroller, and she looks at us for a while and says, “he’s going to be musical. Like your family. But he probably won’t play violin like some of your family.” I sing and play piano, my brother is a…

I shared this last year, but I’m re-sharing it for those who haven’t seen it or haven’t been sufficiently freaked out yet. It’s my visual spooky story. The statue on the far left was facing the same direction as all the other ones right before and immediately after I took this picture. It was in a locked cabinet. Look…

I really thought for a second there that you were going to string us along with this and then have it turn out to lead into Narnia....

Honestly, I struggled with insomnia and serious fear at night for most of my childhood. Things got really bad in my late teens, with a lot of really terrifying experiences that I’ve since learned were caused by sleep paralysis. Learning not to sleep on my back or let myself get overtired has almost completely cured…

This is horrifying.

Yeah, I was really freaked out. No memory of any of it. Apparently I used to turn up in the living room when my parents had friends over and just stand there staring until someone put me back to bed. But how the hell did I even get up on the footboard without waking her up, let alone balance there?! Brrrrr.

“Frankly, the creepiest stories I ever heard from him were how his step-son would sleepwalk with his eyes open, often wandering into their room and just standing there next to the bed.”

You win. Gaaaaaaah.

I’m pretty sure I’ve never shared these stories here. Apologies if I have!

Me, right now:

I don’t match my makeup to my clothing, unless I’m wearing something with a lot of colours in it - then I might choose one of the tones in the outfit for my eyes.