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My sincere hope is the site is not just back but returns to some of the former quality and insight that made it a an outsized-pop culture staple. Frankly the site had been in decline for years before its shuttering. I don’t mean to shit on you or any other writers who, I gather, have been working under less-than-ideal

Protip: store your kitchen fire extinguisher outside of the kitchen, so you can always get to it.

Not my story, but my Mother’s (and my Aunts). I have permission to relay.

I posted late sometime in one of the Halloweens of the pandemic blur but was inspired to post again because it feels like there aren’t as many this year? Getting the creeps already thinking about this.

Here are a few of my spooky encounters over the years:
-One summer when I was in law school, I worked at a small law firm whose offices were in a 100+ year old house. It was a very small firm, and the offices of the attorneys, paralegal, and assistants were spread out over the whole house. And I knew every person that