Yeah nothing beats the artisanal, deep-vault, 150 year old corpse water for giving pizza crust just the right tooth. Jersey pizza is always second rate because their water just has shallow-grave mafia hits from the 70’s.

i used to live in west harlem, and after a particularly bad rain storm, a corpse was unearthed in the playground across from my building because a kid landed on it under the monkey bars... lesson: either killers need to bury bodies deeper, or we should live in less creepy places

The pizza dough is more delicious than anywhere else because the water is made of corpses. pilgrim ghosts help make the pizzas.

Then there’s the whole, how my ghosts and gypsy curses just got released to Washington Square Park?

i used to live across the street from the second oldest cemetery in salem, ma. — est. 1655. one spring we had a really bad stretch of snow/thaw plus torrential rains. and.......... suddenly there were ancient bones popping out of the ground on the slopey side of things. no nearby headstones or markers, just random…

The pizza dough is more delicious than anywhere else because the water is made of corpses.

Yeah, having never seen the house or anything, it sounds like the ghost has been lonely and is enjoying having a family in the house. Apparently, the story is that this woman was waiting for her fiance, who was a sailor, to come home when he died at sea. Maybe she’s just waiting for a family of her own?

Yeah apparently, according to the medium/handyman, she said she was happy they moved in and seemed like a nice family. She also asked if it would frighten the family if she “showed herself” in a mirror or something, and apparently they said “it would, please don’t do that” and as far as I know she hasn’t. My friend’s…

True, also not saying anything would make me feel super guilty. Ill probably just be like this house has been in my family for generations and both my Great grandmother and grandfather passed on here.

This reminds me of the ghost in the library at the start of Ghostbusters.

The first time I saw her, or should I say part of her, I was sitting up in bed thumbing through a rather large book, about 11”x14” (DIY upholstery), which I had sitting on my chest/stomach. The bed faced the door to the room, which was 3/4 open, to the living area. There were a lamp on in the living area and the light…

I would be so happy if a ghost and my dog became pals and the ghost taught her tricks. That is seriously the cutest thing I could ever think of

We had a ghost. And I plan on writing a letter to the next owners after I sell the house. You know, warn them about the opportunistic garbage fire neighbors, how to work the Bluetooth fan in my bathroom, prep them on the neighborhood politics. We had a very mean and spiteful ghost who hated that me because oh no!…

Yikes, my father thought he’d live to be 100, having his spirit around would be horrific. Ugh, so happy he’s dead, he made life hell.

I did make a little speech - I was happy she was still in the house and hoped that any changes we made met her approval, just don’t frighten my child. We never feel nervous, although the door thing has been kinda unsettling, it’s just a generally weird “Okayay!?! Did I just see…..that…. um…. it didn’t bite... I’m…

She used to play with our hair, I asked her to stop because it tickles and scares my child, she did. I get glimpses of her sprinting past every once in a while, she wears shorts. A few months after moving in, I was several feet away from the stove, when I saw a wooden spatula I had left laying on the rim of a…

That would be me if I were a ghost. It makes me feel less scared of ghosts (I’m terrified!) to hear something like that. :)

Here is the repost:

There are so many things we have asked from Seymour and I cannot even count how many things he has done. Some probably find it stupid, have some reason for why it happens and such but during the last hurricane our house had not a scratch on it. Not one. Not even a branch downed from our numerous oak trees. The houses…

Can you link to your original story about Seymour? Or retell it here? I don’t know it/don’t remember it, and I need something supernatural and *happy* to balance out all the scary!