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ii) he’s going to county jail, not prison, so he’ll be out in about half the time, and again, it’s county jail, not Oz.”

Tell me you’ve never seen, been to, or heard of Cook County Jail without telling me you’ve never seen, been to, or heard of Cook County Jail. 

I posted a comment asking people not include too many extraneous details, and someone strongly disagreed with me and said the details made them feel like the story was real and verifiable. After reading the first story, I stand by my opinion. I did not need 10 paragraphs(!) of exposition explaining how newspaper

Ghosts in the Walls”

About 11 years ago, myself, my husband and our one-year-old daughter moved into a house on a quiet cul-de-sac in a great neighbourhood. The house had been built in the 70’s and had not been updated, so inside it wasn’t overly attractive, but it was spacious with a nice little yard and it was affordable. Weird things

Not supernatural, but scary (and true) as fuck. This has been on my mind after the stories of that young woman killed by someone who worked at her apartment complex.

I’ll preface this by saying I’m a skeptic-as much as I’d like supernatural things to exist, I find it hard to believe. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for what I encountered, but that doesn’t stop it from being the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.

Back in 2011 I spent 6 months studying abroad in Cape Town, SA. It was largely a great experience, but at least at that time the amount of violence against women was incredibly high. We were constantly warned by program admins to be on guard when we traveled around, but of course being 20 years old I didn’t take their

2nd story. My maternal gran had a three storey house, which is let out as apartments. This is in the 1950s, Wales. She stopped when they had an incident where a young woman, about to go into the forces committed a crime. She had given birth to a child, probably stillborn, and his the body in a linen hamper. The body

This happened 30 years ago. My dad and two friends were on a backpacking trip to a remote region of the Medicine Bow Wilderness. It was a quick, uneventful weekend trip, and the two friends actually left early Sunday morning to get home because they had to work the next day (it’s about a 2 hour hike in from the canyon

Totally. And I struggle with the ones that feel like a creative writing assignment. Even if they’re well written, too much detail/dialogue (that seem unlikely to really be remembered accurately) actually take me out of the story because it can feel so contrived.

Quite a few years ago, I was in a very bad relationship with a guy who we will call B. He was all around wrong for me, but I was young and of course I thought I could change him. We had already been dating for a while when I began to suspect he was into some....bad endeavors. Anyway, the final straw came when I found

One of my best friends growing up lived in a house that was deeply haunted. When I would stay over, sometimes we would sleep in her bedroom, and sometimes, we would sleep in the living room. I always preferred sleeping in her bedroom, because when sleeping in the living room, there would always be something that

Over twenty years ago, my then-boyfriend and I booked a 3 week trip to South Africa. His childhood best friend was marrying a South African girl, and we would fly into Johannesburg to attend their wedding and then rent a car to travel around the country.

I thiiiink I told this story like ten years ago here, but it may have been somewhere else. Anyway, here it is again!!

I have this story because I like true crime podcasts.

You just have to wait until she shakes her hair out and throws off the glasses.

Also, if Gal Gadot as an Israeli is accountable for the actions of her government, does this standard apply to Americans as well?

There people are awful and I don’t support what they did. I'm not defending them but it is tremendously difficult to rehome dogs with any bite history. Even if the bite was provoked. 

I’d just encourage you to think about that more before you let me off the hook...it’s like you are discounting how traumatizing it was to be mocked for talking funny overall and then instead of just you all the kids are laughing because you talk funny, your parents talk funny, your entire ancestry talks funny and is

1) Have you met 100 year old people? They shrink. My great grandmother went from 5'4" to 4'8" between her 80th and 90th birthdays and weighed 68 pounds when she passed at 102.