Look At Me is my all time scariest story. I read it every year and it still scares the shit out of me.

I have been saying/yelling “Boo-urns” at things/people I find displeasing for over 20 years. The nice thing part is when someone else in the audience catches it and gives an acknowledging nod.

We use it all the time at my house. My wife like beets and will come home with beets and say it.

“We got Beets” is my favorite ever Simpsons quote, shortly followed by “Lisa Needs Braces/Dental Plan!”. Dunno what it is, but I laugh every time I hear it.

Did you grow up in 1909 coal country? I tried to sign my kid up to be a picker (person who sorts crush coal from rock by hand), but something something child labor laws. Thanks Obama.

Amen. Steve Jobs had zero appeal while alive.... I don't see how that should change just because he was unfortunate enough to die young of cancer.

I just don’t understand the need for biopics of people who lived and died, like, three years ago. We already know Steve Jobs’ story. This would be much more interesting as a film like 50 years from now when we all have iBrain implants. Some retrospective insight about the dawn of a new era of internet and computer…

When I was 17, my mom, my sister and I rented a little house in Denver, right after my parents divorced. At the time I was working swing shift at a restaurant, so I would get home from work around midnight, stay up ‘till 3 or 4, and sleep ‘till noonish.

I don’t remember if I have ever written anything about this here but if I have, move on. If I haven’t, tuck on in.

When I was in high school my friends and I would drive this old road up to the dam in our home town. We could have taken the newer road that was better maintained but the old road was curvier, darker and well: spookier to drive at night. It was lined by trees an dense foliage, and no street lights. It wound up into…

When I was a kid, maybe five or six, my best friend and I got into this play-game where we would imagine that there were imps hiding under our furniture. The imps, we imagined, were tiny, demonic, invisible little characters with long, sharp teeth that would scutter around, lurk behind chair legs, cling to the bottoms…

Well, this is way too late to really be noticed by anyone but here’s one story of something that happened to me in my youth. I’m copy/pasting these exactly as I wrote about it on reddit around the same time last year. But I do have a second story that is right up there with this one on “nope nope nope” level of freaky…

The women in my family are a mixed bag of crazy. We see, hear, sense, and dream odd things. So trying to write about one really scary story is very hard because every house I’ve lived in was either haunted, or became haunted due to the presence of my mother and I. This story is 100% true- hand to bible-.

Can I have another story or two? I have never lived anywhere haunted, but I had a strange, vivid dream once. I am gay, hence my username, and have ties to Germany due to my mom having taught German. When I was a kid, I would go on exchange trips with her and the students, and once, we went to Dachau.

I’ve always hated nature. I think it comes from growing up in the city, where even the quietest night was full of life and noise—car alarms, ambulance sirens, big trucks rattling the windows, motorcycles revving, and the thousand creaks, cracks, hums, hisses and moans of a large apartment building. No matter how hard…

I love this post and read all the comments, but man I wish everyone would ease up with the gifs on super long ones like this. It takes forever to load and 30% of it is cartoons. :(

My family and I grew up in snowy Minnesota.

My grandmother had Alzheimer’s, and suffered from the disease for over a decade. Even more sadly, only a few years after she was diagnosed, my dad was also diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s disease.