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Removing sex education from schools, removing free distribution of condoms, shuttering of clinics. Hey look, Republican policies actually harming society.

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs

I’ve been waiting for this thread all year! I’m a bit late to the game, so I hope someone finds this next story of mine to be as unnerving as I did when it happened. In the spirit of these stories, this is true - take it from me, internet stranger. Only two paranormal things have ever happened to me in my life. I told

I was napping in our guest room one Monday morning when I woke up to hearing someone running up and down the stairs, and the swishing of track pants. ‘Give me five minutes Daniel,’ I said, assuming it was my son. Then I sat up with a start - it was Monday. My son was in school. The footsteps and swishing continued. I

Dude, icq and hotmail. I too was 16 in 1999 lol

This isn’t my story, personally, but it’s one that has kicked around my family for so long that it definitely feels like it’s mine. It’s been told and re-told, but I do think that the central details are very solid.

Okay, so this may not be the scariest story ever, and none of you will ever see it because I’m as gray as they come, but it is 100% true and you can make of it what you will.

Uggggh mine is so long, but it always spoops people IRL. Here goes.

Okay, so this is the first real life thing to freak me out in a long time. Here it goes.

I love this! My favorite time of the year. Okay here goes.

This is not a story of how I was scared but how I likely inspired someone else’s story.

Is it horrible and reprehensible that I immediately went to ‘false flag’ on this?

About twenty years ago I had tonsillitis. Went to the GP, got antibiotics. For the first couple of days, tonsils got bigger and bigger and more and more pus-filled until they looked like blobs of mashed potato. Now I realise that this was a quinsy and I could have died, but then I didn’t know. And I was saved by

I totally just imagined Meatwad from Aqua Teen Hunger Force doing “Hot dog...igloo”, and laughed like an idiot.

Growing up I never got strep throat once, and never had issues with my tonsils. One day in high school I read about tonsil stones and got really freaked out. Literally days later I felt something like a seed in my mouth and spit it out... and it was a tonsil stone. I looked at my throat in the mirror and my tonsils

oh god i was eating spaghetti I WAS EATING SPAGHETTI

Yeah, no kidding, eh? My cooter’s a fighter...no, it’s a road....no, it’s a tunnel!!

I’ll spare you the gorier details but I had a very traumatic delivery when my son was born which necessitated a pretty drastic episiotomy: I dealt with it all surprisingly well — despite the absence of any anesthetic — but what really brought me undone was when the obstetrician (who was not my own) looked between my

I was told I had to get an ultrasound before my abortion. (NOT the cute jelly belly kind of ultrasound, which is what I was expecting, but in fact the super painful Voldemort Wand ALL the way up your snatch kind.) As I was wincing in pain and paralyzing anxiety, the wand so deep inside me and churning around like a

Grossest: “Well, it’s not as bad as the last person that came in with a abscess. She leaked all over the floor and we had to replace the carpet.”