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I would not be surprised if this was the truth (her never getting asked out). I saw something similar with a drop dead gorgeous friend of mine. Every nice guy would never approach her because they just assumed she was out of their league, while the only people to ever approach were jackasses who thought they were

Johari, girl, you my hero.

It may not have been for her to decide. I think there are wills in which a spouse wills his/her money to his spouse, and then, upon the spouse’s death, the rest is stipulated to go to the children (or whomever). There is definitely a backstory, here.

Hmm. Couldn’t she just have written them out of the will?

It’s just a rebound, it’s just a rebound, it’s just a rebound.

She was the best! Any time I talk excitedly about trick or treating with my future child or building leprechaun traps or coming up with an especially cool art project for the kids I teach my mom says “That’s Gram’s influence!”

Your opning sentence warmed my concrete heart!

Probably won’t get picked, but this is 100% true and I never got an explanation:

Oh I burned sage almost every day in that apartment. Hell, I keep sage on hand in every place I’ve lived since. And holy water. Just in case.....

Burn some sage and tell whatever it is that it needs to leave. I don’t care if it sounds ridiculous but it will make you feel better.

BIG ENOUGH.

Girl, how big is your Scared Disney file anyway?

When i was in high school, i lived in Charleston SC, way out on Johns Island in the country. I was a sweet weirdo kind of arts kid who enjoyed such hits as being alone, Sylvia Plath, the Doors, the beach at night, dressing up like old Hollywood, and thrift store shopping. There’s all kinds of great thrift stores in

This is horrifying but I love for you for standing up for you pup to that OBVIOUS DEMON .

I live in an old tenement building from the 1800s in the heart of the East Village in NYC. It’s an old backhouse, so it’s not located on the street. You have to walk through a building then a courtyard. It’s a bit of a maze to get to it. It’s very private. Despite being in Manhattan, it’s dead quiet. The building is

Your cousin’s poor computer skills annoyed enough an IT’s ghost to do troubleshooting over Ouija.

I got either psychic-ed or amazingly cold read on a bus once. This woman started talking with me, I had my son in the stroller, and she looks at us for a while and says, “he’s going to be musical. Like your family. But he probably won’t play violin like some of your family.” I sing and play piano, my brother is a

Ahhh I’ve been waiting for this for so long. Anyway my story isn’t super scary, just a tad spooky.

*just need to say* I enjoy reading this thread so much, as much as last years scary stories and the year before that, and the year before that.

I have a story my dad used to always tell me. He was a boy scout back in the 60’s in Hong Kong (Queen scout, which is one of the highest ranks, apparently). Anyway he was doing a multi-day hike up a mountain to reach a shrine at the very top. At the shrine lived an old monk who’s only job was to welcome/greet (?) the