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Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

Like, I wanna be like, “LULZ, funny, you get a star,” but I actually just have a pit in my stomach now. (You still get the star, tho)

He’s not the only Republican just finding out what his job entails....

I have been wanting to write about this for a while now- since it still gives me nightmares and chills when I think about it... I am back home in Boston after being gone for over 10 years living in California. The majority of my family lives here and it has been a while since I have seen some of them. I have been

I actually did stumble onto her on fb a few years ago when she liked a post of a mutual friend. I agonized for a few days before going for it. She didn’t reply to my friend request. I waited a few weeks, and then in a fit of frustration, I messaged her. “I understand if you never want to speak to me again after this,”

I can’t decide if I want this to be true, or if I want to believe you are an incredible story teller. The writing is outstanding, regardless.

Update: I’ve been staring at that old newspaper photo on and off ever since that day last week - trying to will it into making some kind of sense. After posting this story, I felt like I had to look at it one more time. I just realized - that doll the little girl is holding? Is my doll, the one my aunt gave me.

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs

I have been wanting to write about this for a while now- since it still gives me nightmares and chills when I think about it... I am back home in Boston after being gone for over 10 years living in California. The majority of my family lives here and it has been a while since I have seen some of them. I have been

This just happened, on the 1st of this month.

Not a ghost story (I don’t think, anyway...) but true and definitely scary at the time. This will for sure dox me.

This isn’t my story, personally, but it’s one that has kicked around my family for so long that it definitely feels like it’s mine. It’s been told and re-told, but I do think that the central details are very solid.

These stories always start out with the buying of a dream or perfect, too good to be true home. I followed a strict rule when I bought my house. If I walked in and the house was perfect or the price was too low for the quality or my “dream” home I passed. I love my house it’s great, but it has little to no closet

I’ve told this before but it’s my only scary story...

When I was about twelve, I went snooping through a closet and found photos of a little girl that looked like me, but seemed to have been taken a good 10 years earlier. I took the box to my mom, who told me that we would talk about it later, and to go outside to play. When I brought the pictures up later, she denied I

I housesat for my best friend’s parents (who were like my second parents) before I moved out west. It was a pretty sweet deal: I took care of their three dogs, two cats, and bird and got the run of a four-story farm house style surbabn pad with a pool and 80 inch HDTV.

Not my story personally, but from a friend:

Honestly, I have no idea what really happened the night I’m about to describe. All I know is what I observed and experienced.