Racism is not a mental illness, nor is mental illness an excuse for racism.

I’m pretty sure the common thread here is marijuana. The employees got freaked out by a customer and hid in the back: high. Dude goes to CVS in the middle of the night looking for cheese and spends 45 minutes wandering around the store: high.

the panicked employee who had called the cops was being “counseled and retrained.”

This just happened, on the 1st of this month.

This took place when I was about 10 years old. My mom had rather quickly filed for divorce, but she only had a part-time job and made very little money, so finding a place to stay that was affordable and available immediately was tough. A friend of hers told her that she and her husband had…

I know I’m late to the party, but here is a truly scary story - you might say it was a matter of life and death.

They just turned it over.

I’ve only told this story to my closest friends. I haven’t even confided in my sister (for fear of the obvious shame). Please buckle in because this tale needs to be told in length.

Ok, mine isn’t that scary, but I experienced it, and I don’t believe in any of this stuff (until its 3am and im creeped out).

Seconded! I can’t get properly creeped out in the dark when I’m too busy rolling my eyes at the same stupid comment.

Bring back disemvoweling!

“the spirit that scared you as a child meant you harm, and you will have two more such visitations in your lifetime.”

“but the other two only came back to get their stuff.”

The very first house that I bought was haunted...by a cat. I knew the previous owner has a cat because there was a cat door cut into the utility door and when I was cleaning before moving in, there was cat hair all over the carpet.

AXE HIDDEN IN THE BASEMENT FLOOR!!!! AHHHHH!!

Not my story personally, but from a friend:

Make a pentagram on your bathroom ceiling from a poultice of your own hair, a gallon of ram’s blood, and the livers of fifteen alcoholic chickens. Cover yourself in a thick layer of golden glitter while chanting that song from The Little Mermaid about Ariel wanting legs in Aramaic and boom, no more spirits.

Honestly, I have no idea what really happened the night I’m about to describe. All I know is what I observed and experienced.

YASSSSSSSS. I live for these stories. And I always end up reading them when I’m home alone (one of my favorites is “Look at me” http://jezebel.com/this-happened-in-my-junior-year-of-high-school-one-eve-1650794522)

Been waiting for this all year!!! Yay!