Yikes - never heard that story but Harvey Keitel is another guy that always gave me the creeps frankly. I think he is cosmically related to Sean Penn. They both look like they smell really bad.
I am burning inside over that. It triggered memories of all the times I have apologized to someone for their own shitty behavior towards me. FUUUUUUUCK!!!
It’s a shame that class was scheduled before “How to read an article 101".
Sexual harassment was a character on Entourage.
When men open a sentence with “unequivocally” I’m like “Hmmm?”
I know. I had to let that go or I’d drive myself crazy.
Your husband never should have doubted your instincts.
Wow. This hit home in the eeriest of ways. Distant memory, thank goodness. You are an excellent writer.
Maybe I posted this here a few years back, I can’t remember. Last year I posted my (bittersweet) ghost story, I thought this year I’d go with something real that still upsets me a lot when I think about it.
I started babysitting at age 13 in the early 1990s. I freaked myself out so many times, just being young and into reading horror fiction, and staying at houses on the outskirts of the small town where there were fewer streetlights. So I have many overactive imagination stories, but this is one I still wonder about
I’m submitting this a bit late and have always been grayed out. But this story was pretty scary.
Earlier this year, I moved to Houston to live with my boyfriend and his best friend who had just moved there for work purposes. Since I hadn’t yet started grad school I spent most of my days bored at our first floor apartment while they were off working, spending my days with our dog and walking around our nearby…
In July 2015, I went out drinking downtown with my friends and boyfriend. At the end of the night, one of my girlfriends walked back to my boyfriend’s apartment with us. We were arguing about Shark Week (typical) and laughing loudly when we heard a knock at the door. My boyfriend opened the door to find the building’s…
When you buy an old house, you buy the ghosts that go along with it.
Last year I told a story about a dude (cause of course it was a dude) dressed as a clown staring at me through my bedroom window from the park across the street from my house. I still live in the same house, and while the park and neighborhood are generally safe, occasionally (once a year) shit gets weird.
I’ve told my best ones on here in previous years, but I do have two smaller ones left. I live in a modern apartment now where nothing strange ever happens, but my mom’s 1916 house had enough weirdness for a lifetime. Here are two more of the odd things that happened in that house:
I hope that judge dies a slow, painful death.
A friend of mine who was molested by a family member as a child and who has written about it publicly was in a court yesterday as an observer. The judge looked her square in the face and in response to the fact that she was sitting in his courtroom said, “I knew your ....... and he was a wonderful person.” This is…