amorphousrastablob
Amorphous Rasta Blob
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This will surely get buried but that’s okay— I have a “thing” for cabins. On grid glamping, off grid camping, I love it all. I work heavily in tech and “unplugging” has been the way to stay sane.

“Hello Senoritas” 

This is not a haunting story but a real person story and it happened to my mom when she was a young girl.

Lord. As someone who orders take-out way too often, this is chilling. I live in an urban area, but I work nights, so I am often up at odd hours and have ordered food after midnight more than once. But I am pretty paranoid, especially if they hang out in their cars for a minute after they’ve delivered the food. I

“I just need to call a tow truck,” he said. “Unless you’d rather I walk to the gas station a mile away.”

I’m someone who gets very hot easily, especially when I’m trying to sleep. I’m the type that has the ceiling fan running alongside a fan at the foot of my bed, both at full blast and both running along with my air conditioning. My room needs to be like ice for me to sleep comfortably. So when the colder months come

As a child and a teen, I always had a sense that I would not live past 18 years of age. I hear this is a common phenomenon among young people, but each day since has felt like borrowed time. I’m now in my 40s, and although I’m an atheist and a skeptic, I’ve never been able to shake this sense of impending doom. And I

This is a huge takeaway every year, though - we read stories like this and then we’re all like, “OH MY GOD REPORT THAT DUDE!!!”, but creeps like these KNOW how to make it look like potential victims were just being over-hysterical. I am VERY impressed that you noticed all of those small danger markers, though -your

Those services are super convenient, but the amount of creeper stories grows every year.

super creepy! ugh, who knows what he was planning! glad you and the little one are safe! 

OH my GOD call the police 

As a recent parent, this stuff always scares me more than any other story.

Oh goddddd

One day I’m walking up to my apartment and notice a cinder block is sitting underneath one of my bedroom windows. I’m puzzled, how long has that been there? There’s a dumpster for our building’s trash at the end of the drive, and I think, maybe it accidentally ended up over next to my window when someone was trying to

I am so tired of the jaded elite who cannot just let people enjoy something without needing desperately to show how brilliant, how sophisticated and yes, how “high brow” they are — so above the bourgeois as the sophisticates of the 1950s use to say. I think people like you are the reason almost half our country’s

In high school, I spent too much time being “too cool” for certain activities and shitting on those who participated.

Anyone else remember that YA book series ‘The Face On The Milk Carton’? I loved those books. This is basically that story.