This will probably be almost totally lost in the greys, but maybe that’s okay...

This time of year always reminds me of an incident that happened with the neighborhood children years ago. In our neighborhood there was a family that mostly kept to themselves. They had a handicapped son that stayed home and would probably now be recognized as being on the autism spectrum. But long ago, people…

In my early twenties, I had a job in the national security bureaucracy where we dealt with a bunch of classified stuff, which meant that there was no ability to work remotely. For the year+ that I did the job, I generally got to the office early in the morning and left around midnight, six or seven days a week. It was…

I wasn’t brought up to fear the dead, or ghosts. I played in the cemetery one house away. My Grandfather’s protective spirit opened bedroom doors nightly at Grandma’s house, checking on us as we fell asleep and then the sound of heavy men’s dress shoes made their way to the next room.

This took place three years ago when my now-6 year old daughter was turning 3, and made her famous (infamous?) at my hair salon.

Cats are nature’s way of testing our reflexes and whether we deserve to live!

So I hope this doesn’t get buried but here goes anyway...

My family immigrated to America from Korea when I was seven years old. I remember very few things about my childhood there, but this particular incident remains seared to my memory.

I posted this back in 2016 - I missed the cutoff, but I threw it into the comments. Here again to try for real!

A few years ago, my husband and I were living in Tucson due to his job transfer. We were both native Pacific Northwesterners and met when I moved to Portland for college, and got married, established our careers, and bought our home in Oregon. I didn’t adjust well to Arizona, and after a year and a half, I contacted a…

Damn, it’s been a long time since I’ve fully recounted this story, but it’s become somewhat of a folklore tale in my family.

The museum I work for just did a food exhibit and in researching for the exhibit I found that a popular “salad” in my areas was what was called a “banana salad” - it’s made by taking a banana, coating it in mayonnaise, rolling it in peanuts, and serving it on a bed of lettuce with sour cream. 

I had a first date with a guy.  He scheduled drinks only, because he had ‘a dinner’ later (probably another date...as if I’m so oblivious, but whatever.)  I met him for a drink.  I was wearing a strapless mini jumpsuit and high heels and this outfit used to turn heads.  He got really gaga over me, and I was pleased…

This is a true story about the most wonderful apartment of all time! After living with my disturbed mother for a while, I found a huge studio apartment with a brand new kitchen with a dishwasher, and microwave, windows on 4 sides, a new bathroom, amazing water pressure, free heat, and wait for it...a full sized side…

Here is an experience that happened to me that still creeps me out. It happened a few years ago when I moved into my first “adult” home, a townhome that I was able to buy in a busy area of my neighborhood. The address ended in a 13 which my friends and new neighbors joked was a bad omen.

My mother grew up in Louisiana; Kenner, to be exact, and although she moved to Georgia after her mother died, almost all of her extended family were in Louisiana. My great-grandmother lived in this tiny little house in this tiny little town called St. Francisville, where she had worked giving plantation tours in her…

THIS ONE IS SO GOOD OMG quite literally nightmare fuel. Also 100 stars for your username.

As a kid I went to summer camp every year in the mountains of western North Carolina, near Asheville and Pisgah National Forrest. Beginning at age 12, campers have the option of going on a three week outing in the wilderness, typically along the southern half of the Appalachian Trail, rather than living on the summer…

This isn’t majorly scary, but it is completely true. When my sister and bro-in-law bought their house, there were a few creepy things about it. When they moved in we were surprised to find the tenants had left a bunch of ugly paintings hanging on the basement walls, only to discover they were hiding holes that looked…

My story is all fractured pieces of things, gaps in narrative because this happened when I was eight, but some of the implications seem to add up in my mind to something somewhat disturbing.

When I was a kid, I loved Power Rangers more than life itself. I had Power Rangers Halloween costumes that I just kept on-hand…