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Elevators, shit, why don’t they even have ramps?!

It feels like Lin-Manuel Miranda should be a gimme.

1. Gritty.

<3 <3 girl I am so happy you made it out!!!!!! You're a horror movie protagonist. like for real.

My ex’s cat was hit by a car and died (at the vet). He loved that cat very much. He had a special bond with it. It was just a very special, big white cat that he was very attached to. His passing was really hard on my ex. This was shortly before I met him. He used to catch glimpses of the cat every now and then. Just

I lived in a series of houses and apartments that could have each claimed to be a horror movie set. Once with my best friend, I was the caretaker for an abandoned house. We slept in sleeping bags next to space heaters and tried to ignore the walls which were all painted in bright colors and then smeared in

This took place three years ago when my now-6 year old daughter was turning 3, and made her famous (infamous?) at my hair salon.

Five year reader, first time poster! This is my one and only IRL ‘paranormal’ experience, probably because I’m a hard core skeptic.

When I was 20, we were traveling working renn faires, me, my future husband, and my bff. My bff and I each had a black cat. Very different cats, but both were about the same size. We think there was 3-4 months age difference. Going through New Mexico to Arizona, we had a bad car wreck. no drivable cars and the cats

Damn, it’s been a long time since I’ve fully recounted this story, but it’s become somewhat of a folklore tale in my family.

1. Don’t blame yourself for your friend turning out to be a shit.

I posted this story a couple of years ago, but when my brother was two, barely speaking anything close to full sentences, he and my dad were in the car outside of a store waiting for my mom. The Doors “Break On Through” came on the radio and my brother proceeds to sing it, word for word, perfectly.

When I was in my early 20s - circa 2003 - I lived in a suburb of Atlanta that was generally considered safe to live. Since I was 18, I had always lived on my own in various apartments. This was my first ‘ground floor’ apartment, and I remember talking to my mom about it and receiving a warning about the added dangers

I’ve dreamed about my father and my grandmother after they passed away. It was nice but I could tell they were just dreams. After my best friend died she visited me three times in my dreams. It felt completely different. The first time I asked her what being dead was like and she said it’s exactly the same as being

Last summer I was at my sister’s house discussing her cat Abby who was very sick and seemed to be on death’s doorstep. As we were talking I saw her other cat, Indy, run behind Abby and round the corner to the pantry. I thought to myself “Wow I haven’t seen Indy in forever!” and I rushed forward to pet her but she

The dead outnumber the living 10 to 1. Why wouldn’t it be?

I have totally done this to myself in hotel rooms that have a mirror on the bathroom door. When you go to pee at 3am and someone lunges at you from the bathroom ... surprise it’s you!

Short but sweet.

I once turned a corner full speed into an unlit hallway that had a mirror at the end of it. I knew the mirror was there, but kind of forgot about it in the moment. I almost shat myself at the image of something barreling down the dark hallway towards me in an EMPTY building until I realized that it stopped when I

During the summer before my senior year a few friends and I were parked in a remote area at the end of a dirt road so I we could hot-box the car. It was a spot we went to frequently. It was about 2 in the morning, there were no houses within a few miles, and there was no place for any other cars to have parked. After