I already submitted a scary story from childhood at the beginning of the month. This creepy incident happened last night.

I’m one of the grumpy people you reference. The instructions literally say that these should not be overly long. This is a STORIES contest; this piece, at over 7200 words, is a novella. 

With some heavy editing could have been an interesting entry

War & Peace was an easier read.

7257 words in case anyone was wondering. I got bored and stopped reading, then my thumb cramped up from scrolling (and scrolling and scrolling) to get to the end. How was it?

Over the years I’ve read some terrifying dating stories here from gay men back when. Just, yikes. 😬

Sounds like an opossum. They are particular about conserving water.

My mom, aunt, and grandmother have been telling this story for as long as I can remember.

It’s early fall, 2017. We had just fully fenced and added gardens to our backyard, including a lovely fairy path on a narrow stretch of dirt that separated our property from the apartment complex next door. With tall grasses, flowers, and stepping stones it made a magical little space that my daughter loved to run…

Let me just preface this by saying I’m not a writer so please bear with me…

In 1988 I was 12 years old, and in this year shopping malls were extremely popular across my country, being filled with adults but mostly kids and teenagers all day long. Me and my three-years-older-than-me sister used to go to the largest one in our town with a fixed simple plan: we would go to the mall together,…

Long ago, before everyone had dating apps on their phone, us gay boys would sit at our desktop computers and try and meet guys for sex on sites like Manhunt and DudesNude.

We took our kids to Costa Rica, and stayed at an eco-resort in Arenal, in the jungle. We had a lovely deck looking toward the volcano, over the jungle and once you got used to the ungodly noise howler monkeys make, it was quite peaceful.

This might not be as scary as others, but it freaked me out and I’ve waited a whole year to share. Last year, there was a story in the Top 10 about a Black Dog at Army Camp. The poster talked about going to the river to watch a meteor shower. I know where that is. I’ve been there, taken my kids to swim in the river…

This is my first time posting because until recently I’ve never had anything that spooky happen, but this event floats back to my brain every so often and I still have no idea what the fuck this was about.

My great aunt was the coolest, chicest and beautiful woman I knew. She loved the color hot pink. She wore hot pink lipstick and blush. The carpet of her cottage was even the color.

First of all- Squeeeeeeeeee! My favorite article/comments section of the year! Now, on to the story...

Lovely story. Blessings.

My folks bought a large farm house built in 1924 the summer before I started 3rd grade (1984ish). My mom, brother and I had been gone all summer at her folks on the east coast, and my dad and some friends moved us in while we were gone.