What the fuck did I just read.

This story isn’t supernatural but it’s 100% true and probably the closest I’ve (knowingly) come to being in serious trouble.

I find him so utterly attractive these days. Especially in photos like this:

A couple of months ago, my boyfriend and I were walking back to our house from an event at a local hipstery bar in our neighborhood in Indianapolis. Ours is the poster child for hipster neighborhoods. I always feel very safe being out and about, even if I’m alone.

Distraught I wasn’t polled about this one, equally distraught about my outsized attraction to him; juggy forever, and I will watch this gif on a loop until the end of time:

Right before I turned 21 I moved to a new city, transferred colleges, and got an apartment by myself. I picked a place out on the third story of a rambling old Victorian mansion - a modest studio with white metal cabinets from the 1950's and a rusted fire escape which always gave me bad feelings. It was metal, and…

My childhood home was in a small town in Indiana. It was a beautiful blue Dutch Colonial home in a neighborhood lined with huge old pine trees. Our house had been built in the 1800s and I always had a sense that it was haunted. The neighborhood was filled with kids my age and all the families got together for summer…

Ok, I love this time of year, so forgive the new account, but I wanted to tell the story my grandmother told me. I can’t vouch for it completely, but she’s a very no-nonsense woman and I’ve never caught her in a lie (besides maybe how many martinis she’s had). Anyway, we’ll call her Betty. Betty grew up in Kansas in…

I don’t know how the cat did it, but that cat was totally fucking with you.

My senior year of college, my boyfriend lived off campus and so we spent a lot of time at his place. It was out in the middle of no where, surrounded by woods and only accessible by this one lane country road. One night, around Halloween, we decided to watch the movie The Strangers. It’s a horror movie about a couple…

the mug thing actually happens a lot if you put cold water in the glass, and condensed water forms a seal around the bottom edge. Air trapped beneath the glass will actually cause the glass to move or float across a surface. Fun fact.

When I was 18, I drove home late one night and parked the car in the driveway. I went inside the house and about 20 minutes later, looked out the window and noticed the interior light was still on in the car. I thought it was odd because I definitely remember slamming the car door shut, but thought perhaps another…

JESUS the encounters with real people are creepier than ghosts...

FUCK, omg.

This is not a ghost story, but a horrible human encounter. This happened about 4.5 years ago:

doot doot doodle doodle doot doot doo doo (I’m clearly bad at that)

When I was younger, I used to go camping in the mountains a great deal with my Boy Scout troop. There was a particular camp site we’d go to, close to a river, with the only bathroom being a one-room, one-person toilet up the hill that stank worse than any porta-potty I’ve ever been in in my life.

During my teen years, like most of you I assume, my boyfriend and I would spend most nights just driving around town. One night during winter, we turned down one road that we thought was a different road, but this one ended up being very narrow, unpaved, and hadn’t been plowed. Our car got stuck and there was no cell…

That story is why I am no longer allowed to read scary stories.