what the actual shrubbery ghost fuckery is this story about

Reminds me of the Green Knowe series of children’s books — I can’t remember which one it was, I think the first, that had an overgrown topiary of Noah that was cursed and moved.  There’s is something particularly creepy about something that’s normal and everyday . . . but at the same time, not.

I am really not sensitive to paranormal stuff (thankfully), but one of the very few times I’ve experienced something odd was, uh, seeing someone shapeshift into a bush.

What the fuck I’m already low-key spooked by plants (it’s their creepy roots) this story is freaking me OUT

This is so scary! It reminds me of the creeping yew bushes in M. R. James’s Mr Humphreys and His Inheritance:

How did you know Jon Stewart is the only man who warms my cold heart?! Thank you!

This is some Weeping Angels shit right here

somehow this is the creepiest one...jesus

This could be straight out of The Shining, where all the hedge animals start stalking Danny when he isn’t looking!

Mmmmyep, I’m gonna need ALL the spooky info on this mamajama now, pls.

In the early 2000s, I went with my then boyfriend to visit his parents on thanksgiving weekend. We were in our early 20s, had been together about a year, and his parents weren’t keen on me: they were well off and stuffy, and I was that “wrong side of the tracks who grew up in co-op housing in Toronto. After so long,…

This is my sister’s story but I’m sharing it with her approval. Our dad died when we were kids (I was 13, she was 8). Since then, there had been a few sightings of him-nothing scary, he was just checking up on us. When my sis was 19, he showed himself to my sister-in-law (she can see ghosts) and told her he was…

Since this has been in the pattern of talking about scary real people the past few years, this is one of the most frightening things that has ever happened to me.

I grew up in a tiny rural community in central Indiana. During that time my family became close to a Mennonite family who lived near town. Let’s call them the Smiths. So the Smiths lived on a small farm with a menagerie of animals. Chickens, goats, horses, etc... and once or twice a year they would travel back to the…

why are you here 

Cult stories are highly underrated IMHO

You know it comes for the disbelievers first...

Oh, sod off, buzzkill. 

WTF Hamburger?!

Don’t be a dick.