A+. I grew up in that region and this is totally some shit our dads would pull!

Lol. Dahmer drilled holes in the heads of his victims to make sex zombies, fucked corpses, and kept heads in his fridge. Sorry, he terrified me a lot more.

I grew up in a small town in central Illinois surrounded by miles of corn fields in every direction, broken only by the interstate to the east. Class sizes hovered around 80, and it wasn’t unusual to invite half the class to parties. This was especially true for kids who lived on the outskirts of town or out in the…

Pardon the repeat from last year, it’s my only weird experience.

Watching Dahmer’s crimes being uncovered in realtime as they painstakingly searched his apartment and every day found some new horror, the motherfucker scared the shit out of me as a 13-year-old (I was an Unsolved Mysteries/local news/true crime docs/shows junkie at a tender age and Dahmer to me was the ultimate evil,…

“The Back Room”

Not sure if anyone will find this scary, but it certainly freaked me out at the tender age of 8...

The two cottages were built by my grandfather on the second to last lot at the end of the road. Out the back (front? we never could decide) of the cottages was a view of the lake which was the core of most…

So, tea or coffee?

Something like that happened to me in Nigeria. Rural road, cart came out of nowhere. I’d only been in the country a few weeks, but I was with a guy who’d lived there for a decade and he was yelling at me to gun it. Apparently it’s a somewhat common kidnapping scheme. You hit the cart, stop to see what happened, and…

I told this story here years ago, but I was reminiscing with my son the other night and was reminded of what happened when we lived in our former house.

The closest I’ve been able to figure out is to sort comments by Newest, then each time you check in, read until you hit one you read before. Not perfect, but saved me some time.

I love these stories. They are best experienced read at night while you are by yourself in a darkened house or apartment. 

OK, there is something about having a mundane object, like a shopping cart, popping up in a place that is not logical, a remote country road, that really is creepy as hell.

I’m coming out of Jez retirement for this. It’s the mooooooooooost wonderful tiiiiiiiiiiiime of the year!

Posted this last year way too late and it got lost:

This story took place in 2010, and I still get weird queasy feelings when I think about it.

For future reference, you can blow on bugs to make them go away, if they’re not aggressive (this wasp didn’t sound like it was). If you’re not making sudden movements, the moving air will discourage them, and you can blow harder if it doesn’t.  Might not work on a big MFer like a European hornet, but it tends to do…

When I was fourteen, I had a super creepy dream. In the dream, I was walking down the upstairs hallway of my house heading towards my bedroom. It was dark. In my mind I just kept having this sense of dread and death. As I entered my room, I saw uncovered feet at the end of my bed, which I thought was odd because I…

I’ve worked in one place that’s supposedly got multiple ghosts and I have a story about one of them. This place was a restored Carnegie library that’s probably the 3rd building at that address. Its foundation sits on top of the 2 previous buildings which date back to the 1860s, before the original street level was…

The Hannibal books/movies probably caused a bit of this by promulgating a popular image of serial killers as brilliant sophisticates with a twisted but consistent morality, rather than the unhinged necrophilic fuck-ups they usually are. 

It’s the most wonderful time of the year for this site!!! Ya’ll have been through some strange/weird/traumatic experiences and I look forward to enjoying the mental anguish you’ve suffered and are choosing to share.