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And here I found myself, in a support group filled with fabulously dressed widows, all wearing strappy Manolo sandals and delicately pulling out a tissue from their Louis Vuitton purses. I couldn’t help but wonder, in a city as chaotic as New York, are we all destined to murder our husbands?

This year, I’m pretty sure I became part of someone’s ghost story.

I lived in a series of houses and apartments that could have each claimed to be a horror movie set. Once with my best friend, I was the caretaker for an abandoned house. We slept in sleeping bags next to space heaters and tried to ignore the walls which were all painted in bright colors and then smeared in

You need to make a cool sign “Thanks Bruno” or “This Space Under the Protection of Bruno”, “In Bruno We Trust”

I just made a throwaway and posed the question on r/askreddit. Hope to get some good responses

Omggggggggg and fuuuuu

Ahem... awful dusty in here... <3

Similar to this, my wife and I did a tarot reading about a week before the election asking about the upcoming month. We pulled Death crossed by the Tower surrounded by some other ominous signs (like the 7 of Swords - deception, treachery). Simply put - Death is an ending or major change, the Tower is upheaval,

When I was 19 and little more than a child myself, I was beaten up savagely by a gang of kids who were clearly very high on something. What that left me with, aside from a bald spot in my hairline that never sealed back (dragging someone across gravel by their plait will do that) was what I’d come to realise much

One of my dogs passed away from old age a few years back and she comes to visit me in dreams sometimes. And I do mean she visits me in dreams. They are always so vivid, so real, I can feel her ears and smell her. In these dreams she’s always young and healthy and gorgeous again.

When I was 20, we were traveling working renn faires, me, my future husband, and my bff. My bff and I each had a black cat. Very different cats, but both were about the same size. We think there was 3-4 months age difference. Going through New Mexico to Arizona, we had a bad car wreck. no drivable cars and the cats

This story is to remind you that, for women, routine is actually dangerous.

My mom died last year. My sister and I were very close to her. Several months ago, my sister had been trying to get pregnant. One night she had a rare dream of my mother. It was extremely vivid; she said she was sitting with mom, talking like they used to, laughing. She said mom kept asking “Did you tell him yet? Did

Women across the ethereal spectrum know the truth. Men ARE trash. Preach ghost lady!

I grew up in a tiny rural community in central Indiana. During that time my family became close to a Mennonite family who lived near town. Let’s call them the Smiths. So the Smiths lived on a small farm with a menagerie of animals. Chickens, goats, horses, etc... and once or twice a year they would travel back to the

“Come outside,” the voice implored. “I need a ride home. Come outside.”

Sorry, this turned out longer than expected. It’s not creepy in the way typical horror stories are, but it’s a story I’ve always wanted to share, and this seems like an appropriate enough forum. My story takes place spring 2000. I was 17 and going through a rough time. One of my older brothers had unexpectedly passed

Wow I finally have a contribution!

I live in an old farmhouse in New England that has been in my family for 7 generations. My husband and I moved in in 1984, and we had our daughter the following year. The following weird stuff has happened in this house: