Um. On behalf of church pot luck everywhere, one thing church folks know is how to feed people. And you take a love offering, rather than charge a fee.

Kanye West’s brunch = Fyrefest 2.0 ....lol what is this shit

This was during later college years, so later 80's. Went to a house party of a friend of the person I was dating. We went as Zombie Jackie O and Dead Kennedy (always fond of Halloween costume puns). As DJFK, I had fake blown out brains and blood on the side of my head, and wore a cheap consignment shop suit in which I…

Yikes, that one in the wood with the creepy crawly shadow was scary

I cannot express to you how fucking delighted I am by a legitimate ghost story about the motherfucking Noid.

Roller coaster story - this past summer we went to Disney World. My oldest daughter is 8 and quickly decided she is obsessed with roller coasters. On our final day, she and I went back to the park to ride Space Mountain, her favorite, one final time. It’s late in the evening, close to fireworks, so the line isn’t bad.…

How do you read the full stories? I can’t seem to figure this out.

Yes, it is. The police didn’t give a single shit, so he’s still out there, grifting and victimizing women. He’s the only person I’ve ever met who I’m fully confident has either killed someone already or will someday soon, especially given all the statistics about men who strangle women.

This is very creepy and really sad and ultra-infuriating. That a guy who has harmed women in these ways is still out and about getting dates and new relationships. I hope he left your former-roomie alone and she feels safe and secure in her new situation. I’m sad for you that this experience also altered your sense of…

Thank god I’m not the only one who thought that story sounded super humblebraggy on top of obviously fake. “lol I’m so quirky and I drive across the country specifically to visit different small-town thrift shops. Also I’m very pretty and so petite that normal people clothes don’t fit me teehee isn’t that cute?”

A friend of mine moved into an old house with her family, including her four-year-old daughter. The daughter kept refusing to use her own bathroom, saying there was a “gray lady” who floated in the corner and stared at her there. She only wanted to use her parents’ bathroom.

I was never a fan of ghost stories. I don’t go to haunted houses and I don’t watch scary movies. As a kid I was afraid of everything from fireworks to mountains to school buses to the moon. Simply put, I’m a fearful person, but as a writer and someone who is decently sensitive to and interested in people and their…

After going back on forth on whether to submit, I finally decided to just go for it but was too late for this year. Here is my scary story, and it’s a whole lot truer than the thrift store one!

These are some good winners! I’m especially thrilled with Nope Forever Woods because I inadvertently suggested the title.

I never think to post this during the calls, (and I don’t think it would get selected anyway) but when I was a kid my parents used to take us up to New Hampshire for vacation. We split our time between Story Land and Santa’s Village (my and my sister’s choice) and White Mountain things (my parents choice).

I think one of my all time faves was a comment that never made it to the lists. It was about the Jinn that was spotted through binoculars by soldiers that seemed walked in place.

I’d already read all but one of these, but the choices were definitely better than last year IMO. The thrift store one I struggle to believe, but the others were really believable. There were a few scarier stories in the comments. I think I’ve read almost every single one, hah.

Does anyone want to start building a canon of the all-time greats we’ve had on here, over the years?

I feel like the crawling civil war ghost would go on there for me, from this year. Just a deeply upsetting mental image.

Back in the early 2000s I moved in with a now ex-boyfriend. He lived in a bungalow style house in one of the neighborhoods of a large midwestern city. This happened when I was taking a personal day from work after moving in to finish getting things arranged and unpacked.

Two years ago, I got severely, awfully sick (probably the flu). I didn’t go to work for the entire week. It was all I could do just to keep myself drinking liquids and soup and shuffling to bed. The worst part was my husband was traveling for business, so I was all alone, just me and our sweet black cat Libby.