exterminadora
exterminadora
exterminadora

You sit there and talks about respect for the nation, the flag, the troops.

Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

This is a little more creepy/disturbing than scary, but it’s something that still gives me chills when I think about it (and I try not to think about it very often). Note: All names have been changed.

So I moved around a lot when I grew up, but there was one house in particular that was very very much haunted.  

Around five years ago, I was a TA for an undergraduate literature course that had 300 students; there were two TAs and our job was mostly to do grading (sigh) and hand out exams and set up PowerPoints and stuff of that nature. Basically, assist the professor in all manner of tedium while she lectured. Due to a

Tried posting this one a few years ago, but was too late. Not a ghost story, but it’s one of the scariest things that’s ever happened to me.

I have to claim PTSD on this one, I never actually realized what happened until years later. I was 17, pregnant, going to school full time and working two jobs. I took the city bus every day from my community college to first job, around 12 every day. My bus driver was adorable-definitely a Grandpa-type, friendliest

So, in her life, my mom has gone through some shit. Sometimes, she’s not the most reliable narrator, but she tells this memory so consistently and with such emotion, that I believe her. She grew up in the late seventies, and eighties. My grandma was (still is tbh) a disaster. Grandma was part of the California

I have never seen a ghost. I have not received repeated phone calls from disconnected numbers. Weird things do not generally happen to me.

This happened to me about ten years ago while I was attending college at West Virginia University. At the time, I was really into backcountry camping, which for reasons that will become obvious, I am not into anymore. One of the benefits (actually probably the only benefit) of attending college in West Virginia was

Reposting my tale of my almost-murder from last year.

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Is no one going to add that the entire episode, from the title to the Good Day death scene (and those windchime sound effects!), is one giant homage to the sadly underrated Gwyneth Paltrow classic Sliding Doors? Am I officially an old?

I’m a POC who has been organizing with anarchist *friends* (not allies, a distinction that is important to me, because allies are people who I have SWOT meetings with, or powermap with, or see at benefit shows or jail support) for several years now. My anarchist friends are my friends who happen to be anarchists. We

She burned him. She is more qualified to be a president then orange blobs clan.

The Senate Minority Leader and the erstwhile Vice Presidential nominee voted for someone who is considering bringing back fucking torture.

So “South America” is the new “Africa” in that we can just talk about it like it’s a monolithic blob without completely distinct countries and cultures? Coooooooool.

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Janet disciplining Tinashe, Ciara, and Jason Derulo over their tribute to her at BET awards is hilarious: