I’m sure this will be buried, and it’s not terribly frightening, but it involves supernatural phenomenons/phenomena/whatever:

A bakery I worked at had just gotten a new client, and to keep up with demand we’d had to add an overnight shift to prep stuff for the early shifts when they came in. As the manager, I worked the first few weeks of the shift myself (alone) so that I could train whoever we hired later to do it.

Dude, helpful ghosts can be incredibly nice. The ghost in our house was a dick to me throughout my childhood (I posted about it last year, but I would have to dig through last year’s entries to find my story), but after my father died when I was ten and my mother and her new husband got really, really abusive, that…

Who’s a good god? Is it you? Yes it is, you good little god!

Well I’m not a raging alchoholic and I don’t smoke 2 packs a day so I think I’m good, talk to me again in 8 years, if I respond I broke the curse 😉

so your gramps died of an alcohol-related heart attack at 52... and then your mom died of an alcohol-related liver failure at 52? Not sure whether to be skeptical or just worry for your personal health :(

I wrote about a different creepy thing last year that happened in this same house, but I can’t find that post anymore (Thanks, Kinja!). Anyway, here’s another one that happened about a year before that other one.

GAH. This is my actual nightmare. Not as bad at all, but one night when I was like, 20 and driving home alone from a movie, this guy followed me flashing his high beams for miles. I was taking a weird country road home, so it was really unlikely he happened to be going that way. He was incessant. Never beeped, but…

“There was a scary rotting pumpkin, and for some reason, it was running for President...”

Lol animals are the worst, they will fuck with you, no joke.

My childhood home was in a small town in Indiana. It was a beautiful blue Dutch Colonial home in a neighborhood lined with huge old pine trees. Our house had been built in the 1800s and I always had a sense that it was haunted. The neighborhood was filled with kids my age and all the families got together for summer…

Let’s rewind the clock back to 2008. The world was less (visibly) crazy, less (visibly) hateful. I was also a teenager. I had just fallen in love with smart cars.

I don’t know how the cat did it, but that cat was totally fucking with you.

1) omg yessssss! It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

After I read all the entries, my dog’s pre-bedtime potty breaks from now until December will end with both of us running back home as fast as we can the moment he’s done. I don’t know if he senses my fear or just humors me or just loves running as fast as we can. But he’s a great terror-buddy!

I am on the fence about whether or not to read the entries this year because for a couple months after reading all of them I will legitimately be too scared to get out of bed to pee in the middle of the night.

I’m the weirdo that shops at JC Penney’s. They carrry a lot of petite clothing in larger sizes that aren’t frumpy. I can also get work pants that don’t need to be hemmed because they make a petite short length. A few weeks ago I got two dresses that people loved and last night I bought a ton of fall stuff from them. I…

If you ask her, she’ll probably tell you that she doesn’t even see color.

I love Samantha Bee but am lately angry with her because she’s only on once a week. We need you, Sam, 5 days a week and no vacations!

To repeat an earlier comment on the subject: