Fifteen years ago I was teaching English in Korea. Cockroaches had taken over my apartment and with my cat, I couldn’t poison them so I kept everything, including a very sharp butcher knifee on the counter and just washed everything pre and post use. Doing the dishes one night before I was going to go out for the…

This contribution is second hand and late to the party:

I have one from when I was in college. I know it’ll end up stuck in the greys but whatever. Caution, this is LONG and told to the best of my memory.

I just spent a glorious hour reading the terrifying stories someone linked to on reddit about all the creepy shit a Search and Rescue officer supposedly encountered during his career. And I suddenly remembered something that used to scare the piddle out of me. And I’m gonna talk about it here because it stands a…

My mother has a story similar to the Craigslist one. She got a phone call from someone who claimed to be doing a survey. I remember her getting the call—I was around 7 or 8 at the time, and my sister was 5 or 6. She started talking to this person, answering questions. But as she was talking to him, she got more and…

These are so very creepy. And I now have something to add - I am babysitting and the 11-year-old I watch just told me she knows something really scary.

Her friend, Maddi, moved to this neighborhood about 4 years ago, she was 7 at the time and her family bought a fixer-upper and immediately started work on the house.…

And the second one:

I’m American Indian. Ghost suppers are for our dead relatives because they're bothering us or we want to honor them. There is food.

I still don’t know what I think of this, but here’s mine. My mother and I have never really had a great relationship, but we were going through a sort of happy period my last two years of college. She’d kicked out my verbally abusive, alcoholic stepfather and I moved back in to save money. I’d been there about a month…

I’ve been waiting for this all year! This will totally dox me, but it is worth it.

Spoken like someone with no real understanding of what depression is or how it works... You’ve taken your ex’s affliction and made it all about you.

Having suffered with it for nearly fifteen years I can tell you that I would never ever wish Depression on even my worst enemy. Not only because of the inexplicable feeling of it, (which is not “being down” because its raining too much or “I’m sad that Joe broke up with me” but something entirely different and vast)…

seriously, this comment is like a glaring ‘HOW NOT TO’ warning post.

Holy shit. Everything you just described is the ANTI-THESIS of what someone should be doing to help those in need. Depression is literally a chemical imbalance, what you just wrote is the equivalent of yelling at water to turn into wine, “JUST DO IT, hurry up and turn into wine, what are you happy being water?”.

Things…

Worst: My parents have been divorced since before I was born, but randomly in my childhood my dad would want visitation (he lived, at times, between 1-8 hours away). One year the day after Christmas he brought me with him and his wife and my half-siblings to his sister's house. Everyone was given incredibly…

The Best Gift I Ever Got:

He was seriously one of the most arrogant people I've ever met. He thought he was the BEST.

Mine isn't all that scary, and it's almost comforting to me, actually. But I've been told by a few people that it's creepy.

Too bad it's built on that old cemetery...

I decided. Ghost. Definitely GHOST. Trust me. I'm a doctor.