Nope. I’m convinced they were Satanists. Like Rosemary’s Baby Satanists. AND YOU’RE NOT GOING TO CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE! heh... But really, just because they were old people does not mean they couldn’t have been total perverts.
“while he was parked outside our house”
The casting call clearly was for a “Suddenly Susan” - era Kathy Griffin type, but with adenoids.
I really need Jane to dig a ditch around the house and fill it with alligators and fire.
Former Chicagoan seconding: Chicago is haunted AF.
Bonus Chicago ghost story!
Also those of us who followed the controversy surrounding Dairy Queen’s coffee/ice cream beverage, the “Moolatte.”
(I swear to God that was a real thing.)
I’m going to start a band called Mulatto Cock.
Supernatural or not. Paranormal or not. Always trust your instincts.
The ghost stories keep me up at night because I can’t rationalize them away (my apartment is pretty darn secure from irl intruders), but I’m currently looking at houses to move in to and now I’m terrified of ghosts AND weirdos/murderers.
About five years ago, my husband Adam and I decided that it was finally time to start looking to purchase a house. We had always talked about buying an older, fixer upper home because we’ve had the idea that they hold more charm and character. Plus we can appreciate a place that has it’s own quirks and we love the…
There are over 2000 posts now! I’m going to add my story, though I doubt many of you will see it.
You waved? YOU WAVED?! Noooooooooo!
it always spoops people IRL
WHY WOULD YOU POST THIS AND WHY WOULD I READ IT?!
Poor cows.
Oh, you can’t sleep with the closet door open. I thought everyone knew that!
I grew up in a tiny 2 bedroom house in the old part of town (suburb of SF) with my parents and my brother and sister. For as long as I lived in that house (from about 2 months old - 11 years old) and for as long as I can remember, I had night terrors that would make me lunge awake screaming, sweating and sobbing. It…
My father grew up in Florida. His mother died when he was a teenager of lung cancer and in the fullness of time his father was remarried to the woman I would know as my grandmother.
She entered the marriage with a house that had been passed down to her in the middle of an old-growth orange grove. It was a classic old…