I have a few stories about my mom in this thread, so I waited a bit to write my own. A simple but powerful occurrence.

I watched the whole thing and enjoyed it.

I went to grad school close to here and have driven by this exact plot of land. While I don’t necessarily agree with his team thumbing their nose at the rules, the council is being a bit ridiculous. There is NOTHING out here, and while it is pretty, from what I can tell, this little cafe/restaurant isn’t detracting…

said this outloud “nope”

Burning Holes from Beyond

TW for mention of suicide.

In the mid 90's I worked as part of an engineering team for one of the major telecoms that bid on state-sponsored Relay Service for Hearing Impaired customers. If we won a state, we built a call center there with the necessary technology. It meant living in a hotel for a couple of weeks, for my team. One member of my…

holy shit. Winner!

This happened to the ex-boyfriend of my cousin Alex. His family had just purchased a home in San Angel, a neighborhood in Mexico City filled with history and old houses. Among other things, it was site to the mass hanging of men belonging to Saint Patrick’s Battalion.

I have a story from this summer- I’ve been waiting for this post to come so I can share it.

I posted this a few years ago, but I don’t think more than 2 people read it. So here it is again!

Three things to know about my dad:

The Watcher

I submitted this last year, but it got buried.

Oh, I’m a bit late but hopefully this will still get seen.

This isn’t a story so much as an account of a strange time in my life. I originally wrote it up for a true horror anthology, so sorry if it’s a bit long!

“Tales from an ER Laboratory”

Something like that happened to me in Nigeria. Rural road, cart came out of nowhere. I’d only been in the country a few weeks, but I was with a guy who’d lived there for a decade and he was yelling at me to gun it. Apparently it’s a somewhat common kidnapping scheme. You hit the cart, stop to see what happened, and…

The closest I’ve been able to figure out is to sort comments by Newest, then each time you check in, read until you hit one you read before. Not perfect, but saved me some time.

So I’m a dude, and a couple years back I went on a Tinder date with a woman who had just joined the app. She seemed normal at first, but after talking for an hour or two in person she started to give off that vibe that some isolated homeschooled kids have (not that it’s a bad thing), but basically like they haven’t…

OK, there is something about having a mundane object, like a shopping cart, popping up in a place that is not logical, a remote country road, that really is creepy as hell.