I really need Jane to dig a ditch around the house and fill it with alligators and fire.

You’re welcome :)

He was dreamy to me as a teenager in Somewhere in Time

Are you referring to these books? If so, I loved these and would read them to my friends on the school bus everyday and then we’d all be afraid to walk home from our respective bus stops :)

I’m attenting a protest rally in Santiago, Chile in solidarity for her and similar cases. The rallying cry that beame popular in social media is #NiUnaMenos: “Not A Single One More”

I am, I swear, going to read every story in this entire thread.

This makes me unaccountably happy. Your great-grandpa is pleased to have ‘family’ in the house.

Pretty much the scariest thing in my life. Maybe he was a nice guy and my brain over reacted, but I trust my subconscious. My subconscious keeps me safe and tells me when I am being too trusting.

Stories with people are way more scary than stories with ghosts.

This isn’t my story, but a friend’s. Still, it’s a comforting ghost story, and I always appreciate seeing one or two of those in a thread like this.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving.” OH OK GUESS I WON’T FREAK OUT IN THAT CASE. :|

This isn’t exactly scary, as it is pretty weird and a little sad and paranormal. It’s also kinda long, but it really happened to me this year.

This happened to a friend of a friend earlier this summer (as told by my friend). I’ll call her friend Jane. Jane is a nurse who works a specific shift at a local hospital and keeps a really consistent schedule. She gets up at 5am, takes a shower, and then heads off to work. Jane lives in a bungalow a block away…

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

My mom tells us not to talk about it, but there is something sensitive about our family. We feel things, and then we bite our tongues to prevent bothers from thinking we are nuts.

When I was 10 my parents moved us from air force base housing to a split level home they bought rather cheaply. I remember having to stay with my godfather for a few months, because the house was a bit unlivable and needed repairs before we moved in. Every day my sister and I would be stuck in the big empty house…

This happened several years ago, when I first moved to L.A. and rented a place in a charmingly old/frustratingly old building. I almost took the efficiency next door, but splurged and went for the studio. I’m glad I did, and not just for the stove and the small amount of extra space. 

When I was in my early twenties, I drove my friend to the hospital after his dad had a heart attack. I stuck around with him waiting for news, and we were sitting outside the hospital on the curb when the strangest thing happened.

This is a bit of a long one, sorry.