doublerumandginger
doublerumandginger
doublerumandginger

Man, people sure have a strange way of expressing their economic insecurity.

I worked in Yellowstone one summer in college (manning a cash register for a general store at Old Faithful), and pretty much everyone who works in the park ends up reading Death in Yellowstone, a book by the park historian that chronicles everyone who died in the park of non-natural causes (wait, does getting eaten by

I love that book! He goes over and over how it’s okay to be rude. It’s okay to trust your gut and react accordingly. I admit that is still hard for me but the book did help some.

Do us all a favor and kill yourself.

This isn’t necessarily supernatural, but still real creepy. When I lived in Southern Ohio, the town I lived in was really, really hilly, and mostly pedestrian. It also has a history of occult activity going back centuries, which is interesting although not really relevant to this story. Anyway, because this town is so

I’ll start by telling you all that my work is in the field of tissue transplantation, and I spend a good deal of my time performing surgery on deceased patients. Because of time frames for recovering tissue after death, a large number of those surgeries take place in morgues, alone, in the middle of the night. The

This happened about four years ago. For the record, I’m a woman in her twenties. I was like 21 or so at the time, my mom was in her early 50s.

Maybe this isn’t exactly the stuff nightmares are made of, but it sure spooked me!

I’ve never posted, so this might live in the greys forever. But!

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. Your mama is a tough cookie, well done to her for the quick wits!

When I was 13, my friends and I decided it would be fun to use a Ouija board because we were rebellious geniuses. The old, secluded farmhouse we were staying at doubled as my friend’s parents’ business: hospice house on the first floor, family residence on the second. I don’t remember much about actually interacting

When I was little, I spent almost every summer at my Japanese grandparent’s house. There was a temple right behind it, and in Japan having a temple also meant you had graves. I never went into that temple much growing up because they were more our neighbors than anything and being a generally good kid, I didn’t want

The year was 1995. My family (dad, stepmom, two younger sisters, and I) was driving on Highway 101, which we did on the regular. We stopped at a rest stop we’d somehow never been to before. To get there we had to cross a bridge and then drive about 600 yards to the main building. There was a big parking lot and then a

You know what happens when you use the term “cuck” as an insult? You look like a pathetic coward, because only someone who’s immersed themselves in the internet alt-right echo chamber and is afraid to go out and interact with real people think that term is the devastating barb you silly chucklefucks believe it to be.

I wear blinders to all “extended universe” shit with star wars. I love 4,5,6,7 and i accept the existence of 1,2,3 but will never watch again...I am excited for 8 and 9.