How did a copy/pasted email exchange between 2 other people involve any bias on the part of Rich?

Her face makes me sad inside.

You’re giving Trump too much credit. He’s considering a guy named Ford for the Secretary of Transportation and a guy named Forrest for Secretary of the Interior (which manages the National Park Service).

Ashley, I think it’s really unfair of you to post this. It’s pretty clear that these 1,041,191 emails, tweets, and letters don’t really represent Trump supporters in any way but are an anomaly. So your plan to try to trick us into thinking our God Emperor Trump isn’t an amazing, the best President ever, to be, is just…

Man, people sure have a strange way of expressing their economic insecurity.

nah

“If you know that someone else is handling the dishes, you’re less motivated to clean as you go and use as few dishes as possible.”

This isn’t my story, but a friend’s. Still, it’s a comforting ghost story, and I always appreciate seeing one or two of those in a thread like this.

Maybe this isn’t exactly the stuff nightmares are made of, but it sure spooked me!

Here is a story about how I am a scaredy cat and probably shouldn’t read Jezebel’s annual scary story post.

Lunch hour at the Library

THIS GOT REAL LONG SORRY.

Let me start off by saying that I don’t really believe in ghosts or an afterlife, or anything really. I’m a skeptic and believe in the big bang. But anyway, as an adult, my mom told me a story that when I was 3/4, I was walking through our home’s hallway and I was staring at something. I asked: “Mommy. Who is THAT?”…

I posted this a couple of years ago but it never got out of the treys. Might as well give it another try:

When I was about 7, my parents rented a house out in the country but a quarter mile or so in front of a quarry. It didn’t take long to get conditioned to brace yourself for the bone-rattling shake and cloud of dust that would accompany the quarry sirens, which sounded almost daily, and as a kid I even thought it was…

I was probably eight years old or so, when I went with my grandmother to visit one of her very good friends. She was a lovely, kind women. She lived in a cozy, tidy little house. As my grandmother visited with her friend, I wandered around and played by myself until they were done with there visit. I remember there…

This happened to a friend. She and her husband moved to a very old house when their daughter was about five. Six months or so later, the daughter started refusing to use the bathroom that was attached to her bedroom. Wouldn’t use the toilet there, wouldn’t take a bath there. She said there was a “gray lady” there who…

So, I think my parents’ house is low-key haunted. Like, enough things have happened over the years to suggest that something is up, but not with enough frequency to really warrant actually addressing it. There are five stories that come to mind, as follows.

Another for the “visited by people who have passed” collection:

So I don’t have a story to share unfortunately. But I read a creepy story on Reddit a while back that really stuck with me. It’s about a man who may have called himself: