They also peddle the idea that late-term abortions can be elective. Listen, guys, if someone has an abortion after viability, which is about 24 weeks, it is because there is no other choice (other than delivering a nonviable child). Nobody gets to six months’ pregnant and goes “Oh, never mind, I decided I don’t want…

“These are clearly liberal spirits, conjured by a mainstream medium”

“Later, he called and left me a message. ‘Can you believe this? Who would say this? I don’t want people to think this about you,’” she said. “He thought that I would try to go out with him...”

The CDC is rigged. Statisticians are part of the mathematical elite.

My favorite debunk is when Buzz Aldrin punched a guy right in the face for suggesting it

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs…

“You’re watching the television. Suddenly, you notice there’s a wasp on your arm.”

This just happened, on the 1st of this month.

This isn’t my story, personally, but it’s one that has kicked around my family for so long that it definitely feels like it’s mine. It’s been told and re-told, but I do think that the central details are very solid.

Not so much scary, but definitely creepy, and a legendary story in my family.

This took place when I was about 10 years old. My mom had rather quickly filed for divorce, but she only had a part-time job and made very little money, so finding a place to stay that was affordable and available immediately was tough. A friend of hers told her that she and her husband had…

I know I’m late to the party, but here is a truly scary story - you might say it was a matter of life and death.

Okay, so this is the first real life thing to freak me out in a long time. Here it goes.

I have three, all having to do with the house I grew up in.

I run often, on trails when I can, especially during our deep South summers, where any shade is a blessing. I usually run with our two huskies, who look like wolves and who I consider to be a pretty damn good deterrent to anyone who might bother me when we’re out.

I housesat for my best friend’s parents (who were like my second parents) before I moved out west. It was a pretty sweet deal: I took care of their three dogs, two cats, and bird and got the run of a four-story farm house style surbabn pad with a pool and 80 inch HDTV.

This is less scary and just paranormal..

My good friend-let’s call her Jane to protect her identity- told me her ghost story last year, and since then it has been confirmed to me by several people who were around at the time. It took place back in the late 90's when she was in her early 20's.

SO WHO WAS PHONE?!!??

I should preface this by saying that I have never seen a ghost or had any weird experiences, but my mom, who must be more sensitive than I am, has them constantly. She’s had multiple family members appear to her after they died (as has my grandma), she’s had ghosts appear and react to her presence simply because she…