One thing you can do - call it out when you see other guys doing it. It takes so much to go against the grain, but it also takes just one guy speaking up sometimes to diffuse a potentially bad situation.

Well, if I’m gonna be haunted, let it be by cake!

Passing along this story about my buddy, I’ll call him Jim, who served in the Army and was in the middle east in early 2000s. He came back with some pretty fierce PTSD, used to think he was hearing calls for help over the car radio and such. Eventually he got some professional help and it seemed like it was all sorted.

Noodley is an excellent lithe cat descriptor.

Creepy! I love East Beach but it really is isolated. I’ve day-tripped to Galveston with my ex when he lived in Houston and vacationed there with family. Its’ a cool island with a beachy vibe and historic shopping district but certain areas are hella sketchy even in the middle of the day with lots of people around.

Every f*cking year I get carpal tunnel syndrome from having to scroll down so much.

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A couple of years ago, my husband and I were house hunting. I have a serious soft spot for old houses; the older the better. My dream was to find an old place that needed a little bit of love, but that had plenty of charm, and plenty of history.

I once worked at a huge candy company based in the Georgia where we specialized in southern treats: pralines, taffy, chocolate turtles etc. We also carried cakes and other baked goods that were really popular during Thanksgiving and Christmas time.

This reminds me, I have a ghost cat too. Both my spouse and I have seen it. It came in our back door one day, periodically walked around the house, then walked out another day. Haven’t seen it since but we hope it’s ok.

So at this point I’ll probably be buried deep in the comments, but here it is. NOT a ghost story or intruder story, just something bizarre that happened years ago.

My freshman year of college, I attended a small women-only liberal arts college in Virginia (it’s gone co-ed in the last few years, but at this point it wasn’t). I’m from California and was a little worried about being alone on my own so far from home, so I requested a room in the dorms’ No Man Hallway. The other…

This happened at my Mom’s wake! She would speak right...in my head? Like, I could hear her perfectly! She would tell me things to say: “tell her she was my best friend and I loved all the walks we took together after dinner.” I relayed all her messages. I didn’t even question it, everything was so hard, surreal,…

Maaaan, screw that.

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…

My mom ran off the ghost that haunted my room for years. She didn’t die to do it though. I had night terrors constantly as a little kid. We lived in this old camp that my parents made into a house. I had the only original bedroom. Every night I’d wake up screaming. I still remember at one point being so afraid of this…

I have had this sort of thing happen too. At my father-in-laws funeral I heard him SIGH right by me, as though he was sitting behind me to my right. Not a breathy sigh, but an ‘ahhh’ sound, clear as a bell, his voice.

This happened to a friend and I in our mid-teens. We were living in a small town and (female) friend and I were walking around, as wayward teens do. A car approached us, stopped, and rolled the window down. We saw it was full of guys in their 20's. They ask us where the highway was and we told them. They drove off and…

I’m sure this will be buried, and it’s not terribly frightening, but it involves supernatural phenomenons/phenomena/whatever:

My grandma Frances was smart as smart could be, and had the driest, most razor-sharp sense of humor you ever came across. In her later years she had some health issues that kind of obscured the smarts and the sense of humor, but once in a while the real Frances would peek back through when you least expected it.