Yep. My favorite cousin has one glaring flaw, and it’s this same mindset of middle-class-stability privilege. Chris Pratt is probably a “political moderate,” but in 2020 I don’t think that’s a thing anymore. You can’t just shrug at 200K+ dead, rampant human rights abuses, and the decline of democracy. Read more
Mid 80's. Small, safe, boring suburb of Toronto, Ontario. I’m around 10 and driving in the car with my mom and brother. We just left the mall. I’m in the backseat, looking around. I notice the driver of the car behind us: gaunt, pale face, thin handlebar stache, aviator sunglasses, baseball hat. Creepy but whatever. A… Read more
This is the best kind of ghost story! I’m glad the furniture and the ring are where they belong.
The last and only thing she can do.
This one could probably be an old private family cemetery. Due to being such a small town, all of the most prominent family names have intermarried numerous times over the last 150+ years. Several of those names were in there. It was also on the property of the power plant. So it could, for one reason or another, have… Read more
Back in college, I spent a semester abroad studying in New Zealand. Over one weekend, some girlfriends and I decided to book an overnight horse trek with a company just outside the city on the south island where we all went to school. The company offered an hours-long ride to a small, secluded beach where we would…
I’ve definitely been in a sketchy, rural area where I breezed past a hitchhiker (my policy for hitchhikers is “never, ever, ever”) and had him pull out a whole-ass sword and wave it around in my rearview mirror. The area in question is a known pot-farming locale, back when pot was illegal here. Super cool!
Holy shit I am so sorry! I cannot imagine how terrifying that was, especially worrying about yourself AND children. Lucky for that dude all he encountered was a knife and two level-headed people. I can’t say he would have been as lucky in my house. I’m glad you’ve had access to therapy and that things are getting… Read more
When I was a kid, like under 3, so this would have been in the 1960s-my parents lived in a small jersey shore town. There were six houses, all connected by paths into a central courtyard. A few houses down was a house the neighborhood kids had determined was a scary house. There wasn’t anything outwardly scary, it was… Read more