mrsbadlose
mrsbadlose
mrsbadlose

Ha ha!!!

That is terrifying.

That is horrifying! I'm sorry about your ankle. Whatever anyone's beliefs about the supernatural, I'm firmly in the 'don't talk shit about ghosts where they can hear you' camp. 

I look forward to this all year! Nothing brings the spooks quite like this community. I’ve thought about writing up my story for years now, but I always put it off. The first part is mine, and the second part happened to my best friend, who I can vouch for - she doesn’t really believe in the paranormal, but can’t

You should have answered it, but then again I am saying that from the safety of my keyboard. Maybe she just wanted Grey Popoun.  Or to say 7 days.  50/50 chance.

What if…

My brother died suddenly at the beginning of summer. He had recently remarried, and after the funeral, which took place on a beautifully sunny day that he would have loved, his widow held a gathering for family and friends. Her brother and his wife, whom I had only met briefly twice, were present. The sister-in-law is

My mom’s *crazy*.

Ohhhh, this happened to me too! I live in a loft in a 120-year-old school building, which also happens to have been built on land that was once part of Denver’s oldest cemetery before it was dug up and turned into parks and residential areas in 1898, desecrating many of the bodies, and leaving thousands *in the

In the greys, late, but fuck it.

We moved into a new to us house 6 months ago. There are 2 large bedrooms upstairs, and 2 small bedrooms on the main floor. My husband and I take one of the upstairs bedrooms and our 2 year old daughter is in the other. Since moving in, she’s been a bad sleeper - up several times during the night, sometimes crying,

Your bitterness saved lives!

This isn’t scary in the slightest but thought I’d share anyway. My Mum died 12 years ago following a short but very vicious fight with cancer. On the morning she passed (she insisted on being at home the whole time during her illness) we were able to be there when she took her last breath. A few hours later, after the

A few evenings ago, my three-year old son was staring past me with a furrowed brow and asked who was the scary lady with black hair who lived in the bookcase? I damn near pissed myself. I looked and nothing was there, fortunately. He asked again last night who was the dark lady in the bookshelf, and my blood ran cold.

When I was in high school, I worked at an event space that was part of my town’s park district. It was a 12,000 square foot mansion built in the early 1910s, which was owned for many years by a Chicago industrialist who left the property to his orphaned, penniless niece. She eventually deeded it to the town in

It’s the 80s it’s Halloween on a weekday and I, being the oldest and a girl, am responsible for taking 2 younger brothers trick or treating, along with 2 young sons of my parents’ friends. My parents and the kids’ parents are at our house playing cards and and smoking cigarettes.

My favorite aunt “Laura” killed herself several years ago. 

My favorite aunt “Laura” killed herself several years ago. 

I was always a weird kid. Quiet, anxious, always thinking I heard voices in the night or saw shadows cross my room. As I grew up, I started having — not visions, really, but maybe premonitions?

Godspeed my friend