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Out of all of the creepy entities in this thread, Mr. Conductor was what I thought about when I woke up in the middle of the night last night. Toys are freaky.

She was worried she might end up in a Quentin Tarantino movie and have to say the N-word.

The Endless is the one film I liked from them. You’ve made me more optimistic that wasn’t a fluke.

Perhaps the most notable redeeming quality of this remake is that in every comment section I’ve been into on every article about it, someone has posted this sketch.

I’ve looked forward to this time each year for many years now, and finally am feeling brave enough to contribute. My writing style is not brilliant, so bear with me.

When JLaw talks about Kentucky everyone seems to picture her as a plucky little waif hand-pumping well water surrounded with a yard full of rusting broken-down cars. But she’s from one of the state’s wealthiest suburbs with demographics that border on a whites-only gated community. Her “babysitting money” probably

This happens all the time with discussions of comics and it’s my biggest pet peeve. Reading The Witches would not have been as viscerally horrifying an experience as it was without Quentin Blake’s illustrations, yet he’s hardly ever credited by name!

Little T & Mr. Conductor

Hell, the Grand High Witch’s transformation in to a rat is pretty terrifying.

This is clearly not real

I’m going to guess it’s the CGI that probably kills it. The big reveal scene when we first see all the witches works because they’re all real. It’s all practical effects and makeup.

Toddlers are the creepiest effing things in the world. Same kid went through a phase where he’d insist that there was a dude standing in our neighbor’s driveway blowing soap bubbles. He’d describe the outfit. And the bubbles.

So this isn’t terribly scary but it’s definitely the eeriest thing that’s ever happened to me. Disclaimer: I am not “psychic”, I don’t have gifts, I have never been a spooky type although I do believe there are people with psychic gifts. I am not one of them.

I don’t have any specific supernatural stories, but I do have a good kids say creepy things story.

I’m not sure I’ll make it out of the grays, and if I do this post will get buried, but I still want to share. This isn’t my own story. It’s my late grandmother’s, and I remember her telling it to me only once when I was a kid. It scared the hell out of me then and it scares me even more as an adult.

I thought about submitting this story last year, but truthfully, it felt too fresh in my mind. Even now, over a year later, I still feel a pit in my stomach when I think about it.

This story isn’t nearly as scary as others here, but it still creeps me out when I think about it.

A few years ago my daughter was taking skiing lessons at a place in the Shenandoah Valley about 90 minutes west of where we live (if you live in the area, you probably know where I’m talking about). You could get there

I wake up to the sound of the toddler babbling in his bed in the next room over. My phone informs me it’s 7:15 AM. Saturday. A sliver of sunlight creeps around the window curtain’s edge. A slight turn of my head to see my husband snoring softly in the warm space next to me. A little flutter in my heart, love,

My wife and I bought a house on see Lake Michigan just north of Chicago. Beautiful views of the water, the city, and the home is spectacular for raising kids. It was built in the 80s, so we didn’t think anything weird would come up. For the first 1.5 years in the house, nothing. The occasional creaky floorboard but