I currently live in Houston but grew up about a mile outside of a small, coal mining town in north central West Virginia. According to the most recent Census our population is about 375 people - meaning, everybody knows everybody, including the people who lived outside of the main street-is kind of area. The house…

Maybe this isn’t exactly the stuff nightmares are made of, but it sure spooked me!

It’s a Saturday night in the late 90s, and my friend Erin and I are hanging out in my basement, home alone. We were 13, and collectively far stupider than we were individually.

So I don’t have a story to share unfortunately. But I read a creepy story on Reddit a while back that really stuck with me. It’s about a man who may have called himself: