I feel like every single party I have ever been to has been ridiculous but this one really highlights my stupidity above the others.

Ridiculous as in awesome. it was the mid 2000's, the year before the recession hit and southern california was filled to the brim with lifted trucks, ed hardy shirts, and everyone was drinking jager bombs.

It was one of many insane wild weekends I had, so I only remember bullet points.

I live alone, am unattached, and love to go out on the town with my friends. I love short skirts and low-cut tops, high heels, and showing off a sliver of midriff. This all makes me happy, it makes me confident. Getting tipsy with my friends is a joyful respite from the drudgery of my life and I have been extremely…

I was okay until the little girls came out. Then I lost it. Us grown up ladies are battle-hardened already by all this shit, but it kills me to think of the next generation of girls having to live through more of the same.

A lot of times when I see a person who’s much shorter than me, I think, “I wonder how many of that person I could take on in a fight and hold my own.” This is usually something I think about at my 6-year old’s soccer games.

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.

My mother grew up in Louisiana; Kenner, to be exact, and although she moved to Georgia after her mother died, almost all of her extended family were in Louisiana. My great-grandmother lived in this tiny little house in this tiny little town called St. Francisville, where she had worked giving plantation tours in her…

This is my mom’s story. It happened in the 90s when I was a kid, and it was the creepiest story I remember her telling me, and she had a few.

THIS ONE IS SO GOOD OMG quite literally nightmare fuel. Also 100 stars for your username.

And now that I’ve told my friend’s story, I’ll tell mine, which happened this year.

Yessssss- here.we.go. My story is longer, sorry y’all! Meet Stalker Pierre.

Crazy Demon Tree story!

My house is in a heavily forested area and relatively remote. It’s a place where people might take a camping trip into the forest for the weekend and then freshen up and have brunch in town on Sunday.

I told a very condensed version of this in a comment to one of the Jez horror story posts maybe about five? years ago, so I’m officially submitting this now. Now with bonus pics. 

When was about 26 I moved back in with my parents. I had been going through a rough time and was in between jobs. I didn’t really know what I was going to do with my life and felt a lot of unease. I had broken up with the first person I had ever loved right before my move, knowing we were not right for each other. On…

I don’t spend any time on reddit. However, I did once come across a forum of National/State park rangers and they had a whole bunch of ‘scary shit in the woods’ stories and I was l i v i n g.

Senior year of high school-in the eighties. My parents had moved our family to this godforsaken desert city from the Midwest the middle of my junior year. I was a fish out of water; often quite literally. Left my boyfriend in the Midwest; my first true love. We spent a few months with feverish phone calls, long love…

In the bed asleep and something screams my name jolting me awake. I look around, get up and check to see if it was my wife. Nope she is sound asleep in our daughters room. I go back to lay down and try to go back to la la land. I lay down with just the sheet over me and toss and turn.

I’m so hoping someone has a good ‘staircase going to nowhere in the woods’ one this year, those are my favorite!