I was bringing my new boyfriend out on Halloween to a bar crawl with a bunch of my good friends. It was his first time really hanging out with us as a group. We arrive and my good friend, Louisa, introduces me to one of her good friends, Jon.

That’s a fake Melanie. Real one is not affectionate, real one is robot.

If people won’t vote in their own self interest, then nothing can be done about that. If a single comment can turn off Biden voters while Trump acts like a rabid dog, then we deserve Trump.

I live in a zip code that has led both the Democratic party and GOP to believe I am black. I get special, targeted mailers every damned day. There are “Make a Plan: Vote” signs on every corner in Philadelphia. Ads airing on every TV break reminding people to get a mail in ballot if they need it, to vote early, to put…

She’ll always be “Who?”

I don’t think this plot even works in a world without cellphones. Unless Laurel goes into full-blown heroin addiction immediately upon discovering her baby is gone, she surely could have done some looking.

The Red House was great in its simplicity. I also loved the story about the caller throughout the day. 

Not super scary, but still one of the weirder things to happen to me.

The Old Gray Thing was posted word for word on Reddit a year ago. I knew I’d read it before and searched some of the text. Could be the same author, but the user names are different.

Agggghhh jesu he knew just what he could stuff down a well and thank god it didn’t end up being you. 

This has been on my mind since talking about haunted libraries and it may not exactly be a haunting, but still, I remember it well.

With the death of Eddie Van Halen and watching Cobra Kai, I’m recalling my youth with a weird mix of nostalgia and confusion, particularly the years 1986

I’ve looked forward to this time each year for many years now, and finally am feeling brave enough to contribute. My writing style is not brilliant, so bear with me.

Over twenty years ago, my then-boyfriend and I booked a 3 week trip to South Africa. His childhood best friend was marrying a South African girl, and we would fly into Johannesburg to attend their wedding and then rent a car to travel around the country.

Shadow Man

I’m not a believer in the supernatural. But my family does have a rich lore of eerie stories that have been passed down for generations, and even one or two that I’ve been part of. I don’t know what to make of them or what the implications are. They’re just creepy as hell. My daughter encouraged me to add some of them…

I grew up in a small town on an Indian reservation. Most houses in this town (old rundown project houses) had creepy histories and stories. Some worse than others. One house stood out in particular.

That’s my house!

Little T & Mr. Conductor

I had a paper route. This was in the mid 1980’s. At the time I was a typical ten year old boy living in the suburbs of Cincinnati, Ohio. We lived in a two story house near the end of a cul-de-sac. My mom and dad and me. I’d taken over the paper route from a friend at the beginning of summer, thinking of earning some…