She licked his neck and the side of his face, slowly working her way up from his Adam’s apple, and groped him by grabbing at his crotch and buttocks.

The only caveat to this is if they have probable cause to enter the home. This is intended for extreme purposes, when there is a reasonable indication that there is an active crime occurring, and/or an active threat to the well-being of somebody. Beyond all of these measure existing to protect your civil rights, law…

Probably not. If they came back four hours later, I assume that a) they were getting a search warrant or b) they needed more justification, IE-seeing the girl through the windows.

I hope her cunt mother goes to jail and loses custody of this girl and any other children she has forever. She doesn’t deserve to be anyone’s mother. 

Fuck everyone in this story except for the girl and the police who found her. I hope all of these terrible adults get exactly what they deserve. 

Another argument for smart locks with single use codes or timed access codes in addition to the primary access. I thought they were ridiculous when they first hit the market, but they are definitely not.

There’s actually more to this story that is arguably as much or more fucked up and unrelated to this dude. First, to set the tone, the police say they can’t find any evidence of forced entry for this guy. And last year she came home to find two strangers in her living room.... College housing is always a bit of a…

Thank you so much! This movie ruined my childhood slumber.  Goddamn babysitters.

The film is “Bad Ronald”

Does anyone remember that movie from the 70's where a family moves out (or dies?) and another family moves in and the son of the previous owner carves out a space for himself under the stairs and drills holes in the wall to spy on the new family -- especially the daughters -- and then a nosy neighbor notices something…

Happened to me too up the road from her (I’m a UNCG grad). Was a chick though. One of my roommates found her and woke me up. I was creeped out but I also felt bad for her so I called her a cab. She gave the driver the address of a local rehab facility.

Maddie is way braver than me - there’s no way I would have time to take a picture of closet creep before dissolving into a pile of screams.

More ghost stories should end with the ghost being all “Oh, my name is Drew”. 

that was 100% the first thing i thought of too.

OMG! This is very similar to one of Jezebels recent annual Scary Stories Contest. I can’t remember if it was this year or within the last couple. Still freaks the living daylights outta me!

It’s tough when your body hits the limit of a favorite thing.

Cuervo ain't tequila, hermano. 

“why the fuck would a 31 year old be doing shots of tequila?!”

I feel you. My first night of hard drinking in the Navy involved seeing how many shots of Jose Cuervo I could down. I spent the rest of the night wandering around downtown Milwaukee in a blackout state. It didn’t go well.

Whoooooo boy. SO: I used to live in a really big apartment in the Lower East Side of Manhattan- huge living room, great big TV, all that jazz, so my friends and I would host a Super Bowl party at our place. My friend Tyrese and his girlfriend always came, and she made these homemade wings and homemade bacon-blue…