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Dogs are the best. I was house-sitting for my parents once, and their dog - a lab/shepherd mix who was so stupidly friendly he would open the door for burglars and show them where all the best stuff was - started creeping from room to room. I was following him when he suddenly turned away from the wall and physically

Here’s a short one that I heard from a teacher when I was a kid in grade school:

Her and her husband were looking for a new home - they wanted to live out in the country and found this beautiful farmhouse. It was perfect, and it seemed like they had been there before. As they were touring the basement, something

Women trust your instincts! So lame the bartender brushing you off like that.

Uuugggghh ... I do hope for my children’s children’s children that one day the only scary stories will be ghosts and not toxic ass men!

Oh. Shit... Yeah, he had plans. And holy fuzz this just pisses me off. How no one believes women when we say we’re creeped out by someone. How they’re literally, deliberately making us feel uncomfortable, but we’re being ‘silly’. Grrrrrrr. I’m so glad you’re alive to tell this story.

I’m sorry, what!? I feel like I’m missing half the story- What did she tell people about you? Why would she do that? Did she think you were someone else? What about the teacher’s involvement? Did you tell your parents? What was the significance of her looking older? I’m sorry it’s just that I was so ready to watch

I mean, close enough...

Hi fellow Jezebel lovers! These stories are something that I look forward to every year, I even used to use my breaks just to devour these stories throughout the years. However, to express gratitude for this space, I also wanted to share what it’s meant to me especially in the last year, because it went beyond just

Jfc...

Posted this to a different website a couple of years ago but deleted that account, figured I’d add to all the tales here that I’ve enjoyed reading. Anyway, here’s the story:

dude they have to be real stories

This story takes place in a small town, in a small South American country, in the mid-seventies. My parents are a young married couple, with two young daughters, living next door to my dad’s sister, Esther, who is also married and has two small children of her own. After being home with her boys for while, my aunt

In my Sophomore year of high school, my family moved into a house we would later learn was known as “The Mafia House” due to a former owner who boasted about having worked for the mob. It was a small town where people left their keys in their car at night, so the FOUR alarm systems might have proved he was hiding out

Oh buddy. I sighed for a really long time. I have a day like that where suddenly an adult man made me very aware that my body was a liability at age twelve too. Hating your body is its own horror.

Something that has helped me is strength training and pilates. Making my body feel strong helps me grapple with the fact

Back in 2011 I spent 6 months studying abroad in Cape Town, SA. It was largely a great experience, but at least at that time the amount of violence against women was incredibly high. We were constantly warned by program admins to be on guard when we traveled around, but of course being 20 years old I didn’t take their

Movie producers, this is the one you want.

Like a lot of people, I've had a shitty year. In that time span, I've lost several former students, childhood friends, former colleagues, my uncle, and, most importantly, my own father. I've literally been thinking about this day for a couple of months because this contest is just about my favorite thing each year,

I’ve experienced many a spooky thing in my life but this one hands down is my favorite. I used to live in an apartment building that was originally a doctors house from about 1900. My sensitive friends and I took the time to identify the different ghosts we felt around the house there was a little girl and everyone

I understand your anger. But please reconsider wishing death upon these kids or saying they will stay racist. I was raised by fanatic anti-abortion activists and dragged around the country while they chained themselves to clinics. I was homeschooled along with about 100 other children being raised in the same

“Don’t You Dare Put Your Finger Up There Again”