I can see blue, sure, but black? No way. Brown at best.

this is how easy it is for the robots to divide us

I apologize in advance for the massive wall of text you are about to read.

Oh hell yeah. My husband and I had a German Shepherd who was smart and loyal, and after saving our lives a few times in various scrapes, she was counted as a fully fledged adult member of our family, and was treated like a princess of her kind. She had her own purpose bought microfibre couch, and she slept on the end…

I was driving home with a friend in the back asswoods of northern Michigan. It was probably 11pm or midnight or so. There are a lot of hills there, scattered farms, and lots of turns. We'd been driving from downstate and had been on the road for about 3 hours, so by then we'd reached the point of comfortable…

I don't have a scary story, but I'm OH SO EXCITED you guys are doing this!!!

If my brother ever dies and decides to haunt me, I'm pretty sure that's how his ghost will manifest itself.

I'm sort of familiar with the Llorona, but what is the Cuccooy? And thanks for ensuring that I'm not getting a wink of sleep, by the way.

"ONCE A PAIR OF HANDS CRAWLED OVER THE EDGE OF HER BED"?!

Are you me? I'm a science based type person with an almost encyclopedic knowledge of how to get rid of certain nasties.

I'm so sorry for the loss of your father. Any dad who would take a gun and patrol the house based on a child's description of claw-hand Abe Lincoln must have really loved his kid, despite any tenseness toward the end.

When I was a little girl, about six years old, I lived with my mom (a graveyard-shift telephone operator), and my dad (a state worker). Being that my mother worked the graveyard shift, I knew that she left around 9 or 10 pm, then returned by around 6 or so in the morning. My father worked the normal 9 to 5, so there…

Okay, I'll play but I don't think my story is really scary and I think I ruined the scary by rationalizing why it happened.

I second the amazingly creepy atmosphere of the Voodoo Museum, although I, too, am lacking an actual ghost in the story I have to tell.

Where in PA??? I know we've got like 97 "gates of hell" spots in this state.

Right after a very intense break up with my boyfriend of six years (not to mention the only boyfriend I'd ever had) my sister and I (along with my small dog) moved into an apartment together.

NOT THE BED THAT'S WHERE SHE FINDS YOU

I have to stop reading this thread. I am already scared as shit.

So... mom's originally from Ecuador (although I think the belief exists in many places) and was always told that when someone dies, before their spirit leaves this world, they will visit all the places they've been and loved ones to say goodbye. Sweet, but also kinda creepy... as you'll see.