“Little girl! Hey I don't mean to sound like a creep, but would you get in the car with me and my buddy? I've got Corn Nuts."

My favorite line was when Barry, surveying that room full of Taekwondo awards, and realizing the deep shit he’s in, turns around and says “Oh you’ve got medals too!”

I honestly think that in about 10 years Bill Hader will be thought of as one of the finest actors around. He’s following the Tom Hanks route in a way, start in comedy, be great at it etc.

Man, and I thought Breaking Bad was black comedy. This episode made that show look like the Brady Bunch. Bill Hader gives remarkably good crazy face.

Irritates me when people do this. The Halloween Scary Story Contest has ONE. RULE.

Ohh come on man this is so obviously fiction 

I told a very condensed version of this in a comment to one of the Jez horror story posts maybe about five? years ago, so I’m officially submitting this now. Now with bonus pics. 

The summer after my sophomore year of college, my parents asked me to house sit for them while they went out of town for a long weekend. At the time, they lived in a fairly remote area so it was a bit of a trek, but it was a big beautiful house on the lake and my parents’ pets were sweethearts. First night I actually…

Thanks. I can’t even tell you how terrifying it was. I thought he was going to strangle me to death with that telephone cord. I still can’t handle anyone touching my neck. I try to present a very calm cool and collected I’ve-got-my-shit together demeanor at all times, but watching Dr. Ford testify in front of those…

Aw, it’s nice your mom thought that. I would think he’s a murderer coming to kill my whole family in our sleep, but that’s the pessimist in me.

Senior year of high school-in the eighties. My parents had moved our family to this godforsaken desert city from the Midwest the middle of my junior year. I was a fish out of water; often quite literally. Left my boyfriend in the Midwest; my first true love. We spent a few months with feverish phone calls, long love…

Okay okay okay!
here’s my story - it’s a brief one!

Oh my god, that is surreal.

I never post so I don’t know if anyone will see this but, a few weeks ago, I came home to this. That is not my hand.

NOPE. Nope nope nope nope nope. Maybe because I was raised in a family with “sensitivities” running through the generations, but I never used a Oujia board or held a seance. My mom always said you never know who you’re inviting in or whether they’ll listen when you tell them to leave. She spoke the truth!

I finally found this thread early early enough to *maybe* not be totally buried! The most intensely creepy thing that’s ever happened to me is also the most oddly beautiful.

This is not my story, but my best friend’s, and I’m sharing with his blessing. (Re-post from last year.)

I had convinced myself that the whole bliss-at-the-lake-house coda was another one of Barry’s wishful fantasies of love with Sally, and that Janice putting the pieces together was his dream-self coming to realize that such a life would never actually work out. Which kept me expecting the screen to then flash back to…

Was “starting...now” supposed to imply that now Barry’s done killing, and that he for sure did kill Janice?

Fuck, that wrecked me.