With every bit of due respect, Tom and all of it’s various declensions have a long and storied meaning and are not suitable for repurposing in this manner.

And to be clear, I’m being more conscious about not touching my face, and I am tending to greet people without touching them - especially older folks. That’s absolutely fine. Hoarding hundreds of rolls of toilet paper, however, hurts those people, and I won’t be getting carried away with that sort of behavior.

The reason to alter our patterns of behavior is to slow the spread of the disease so health care systems can catch up; thereby helping to protect people who are more vulnerable than yourself.

Mary’s cameo was the best moment of “The Good Place" finale.

The only letters Wallis Simpson probably wanted were ‘SS’, so that was probably a good call.

Guyyyysss, who approved the Ouija board story?

Text from Beyond

Long-time reader, first-time writer. Apologies on the length.

My family and I live north of Chicago and bought a home last year. The previous homeowner’s parents built the home (in 1986) so we thought we knew everything.

The home has a main floor, upstairs (four bedrooms), finished basement (one bedroom) and attic. The…

My husband worked for the FBI, dealing with missing persons cases. Three times in the five years, he had seen what he says looks like almost the same cat (a completely white cat, except for the black on it’s face) near locations where they’ve found the missing person. All in very different areas of the country though…

I have a freakishly good long term memory when it comes to my early childhood. For instance, I can vividly remember the bedtime routine that my mother - who died when I was young - took me through each night. She would carry me on her hip, and we would go all throughout the house so that I could say goodnight to…

At my Mom’s house, there is this shed that her father built a long time ago. We never really used it growing up, and it’s gone to waste really. My Mom just keeps gardening stuff in there now, and the lawnmower.
My sister and I were staying there at Christmas, and one night I had this really weird dream about the shed.…

When I was in college 1.0 for a theater degree as a costume tech, I lived with my roomie in a scuzzy apartment complex, but the building I lived in was a very happy little microcosm of nice folks. It was the single nicest community of people I’ve ever lived with, they are relevant and...this one’s long. Because…

“Sensitive”

I’ve posted about this incident anecdotally before and a reader was a little shook so in fairness, trigger warning because of an actual child’s death.

My story isn’t spooky or scary but it’s the closest thing I’ve ever experienced to the supernatural and I’ll never forget it.

Apologies in advance for the length. This story happened about 6 months ago, and I’ve gone back and forth on whether I should even post it. Last April, I decided to take advantage of one of the last cool evenings of the year and go for a walk while my husband waited for our food to arrive (we relied heavily…

When I read the Noid submission, I knew I had to share this. I shared it as a response deep in the grays one year, but by that point the post had been up for weeks.

I spontaneously posted this last year, but am sharing again because the guy whom it’s about would kind of love that I’m doing it.

Hi. I’ve been reading this scary story series for years but have never taken the time to tell my story:

“Station wagon Stalker”

I think I’ve told this one in the comments before, but I couldn’t find it. This isn’t really paranormal either, but it happened to me when I was a kid of 12 or 13.

I was walking back home from the park with my sister and my best friend one Saturday. The park we went to was a quarter to a half…