Yeah, ouija board stories never do it for me because every single time I’ve used one something spooky has happened, and every single time we all swore it wasn’t any of us moving it, and every single time I’ve been lying and it was definitely me moving it.

There’s something so scary about people refusing to talk about something spooky. It’s like how so often a horror movie is much scarier before they reveal the monster. I’m sure my imagination is way scarier than what actually happened to my dad. Probably. Maybe.

I love that you brought receipts!!

Ahhh, that last line got me! Spooky!

Oooh, this one is my favorite so far!! Terrifying! 

I fully laughed out loud! This was wonderful. 

This story comes from my dad, who is basically the absolute coolest. He spent his 20s traveling all over the world. He would live in a place for a while, crashing wherever and working odd jobs, then he’d move on to a new city, or state or country. He has truly incredible stories and he loves to tell them. But he has…

Let’s say I fall in love with and marry a man who happens to be a part of a famous and wealthy family. They seem kinda strange and controlling, but I love him, I should go for it! Turns out they are racist so we decide to move away and only seem them on holidays. People are still interested in us because the family is…

According to Holly Madison, he was a controlling, emotionally abusive nightmare of a boyfriend.

I’ve been very lucky— I wouldn’t call any of my jobs grueling. But this reminded me of my first day of one of my favorite summer jobs at a chain bookstore. I got oriented with a bunch of other newbies and after the few hours of HR paperwork and training videos, they set me and another young dude up in the back of the…

What the fuck is this post?

I was made to stand and watch in shame as she did the dirty work in the backyard, presumably not in charge of the hose myself only to prevent the lawn from getting shittier than necessary.

When I was 11 I swallowed the pop top to a soda can. I had to know what letter my future boyfriend’s name started with, so I twisted the pop top off and then tossed it into the soda can. As I was taking the last swig, I accidentally swallowed it. I really did not want to tell my parents what an idiot I was, so I went…

But what happened to the evil pirate doll?!?

My parents always thought it was so cute that I’d tuck all my dolls to sleep at night. They’d find their shoes turned into makeshift beds filled with Barbies. Tissue boxes were emptied in pursuit of tiny blankets. I was just such a loving kid with caretaker instincts. What they did not know was that my older sister…

Dude told me the podcasts I listened to were too mainstream for him.

See, THAT’S a ghost story! Ghost kid on a swing set!!

Yes! I still really liked that one because the first part was terrifying. But the second part really undercut the scary because it was clearly sleep paralysis. Stories that are obviously sleep paralysis are about as scary as someone telling you a scary dream they had. Scary for the dreamer, not for the rest of us.

That’s actually a really clever way to break out of it! I end up focusing on just moving my pinky or big toe and eventually manage to flail myself out of it. Not very effective.

I was getting it 3 or 4 times a week in college and asked my doctor about something to treat it. She said it tends to hit young adults really hard, but fades as you get older, so she thought I should wait. I did end up mostly growing out of it, thankfully. Now I really only get it if I take a nap or have a weird sleep…