1. I am not surprised by this at all. The lyrics to Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis are all the information I’ve ever needed from Jesse Lacey.

Reading the comments after Jesse posted this made me really regret being a part of the scene for the first time. So many people either forgave him, said the girl was a liar (which why the hell would he post this if she was lying) or said that she must have actually wanted the attention. I won’t listen to Brand New…

As somebody who was real into that scene as a teenager—almost every single band in that scene had at least one guy doing this kinda thing, and everybody knew. The other guys in the bands, bookers, promoters, publicists, fans, journalists—everyone. The bands were mostly in their 20s, the fans were mostly teenagers, and…

Yes! I loved those episodes, I’m on the Oak Island ones right now, and it’s every bit as in depth. Honestly the only one I haven’t enjoyed was the John Titor episode, and that was because they kinda went full ADD on that one and kept getting way off topic and spending time on stuff that really didn’t add anything to…

Snap Judgement spun off a new podcast this month called Spooked. Some are creepy ghost stories and others are touching such as one lady’s account of ghost children in her attic. Spooked was previously an October-only special from Snapped Judgement and those episodes should be available on the Snapped website or sound…

I’ve seen Rob and FKA around bars in Brooklyn a few times. They always seemed pretty low-key and like they genuinely were into each other. They were a cool couple, bummed they didn’t work out.

Years ago I planted a walnut tree in the oh so hot in the summer backyard of our house. The tree, 8 or so years later, is taller than the house, giving us plenty of shade- and walnuts. I noticed the walnuts this summer- they look like clusters of lime green balls, and wondered when they would be ripe.

Thank you, Emma Thompson. He’s a predator, sex rehab is not going to do a thing for him.

Bleah I just did a road trip with a bunch of dudes (my husband’s band) and I was playing fka Twigs, (which they all loved) and I was then on a happy kick about them as a couple for awhile after that.

Yeah, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized never getting out of the car sounds cruel in theory, but has probably saved me a few times.

The Black Tapes, is a really good one that my wife and I have been hooked on, Welcome to Night Vale is a wonderful blend of creepy and funny, and Astonishing Legends is an interesting one as well.

This is a story my grandmother told me when I was a kid —

The summer after graduating college, I worked as a waitress for this crazy fancy hotel/club in my city. This is a place where members would drop $4,000 on dinner and even more on wine, and there were always secret service walking around when politicians were in town. They also weren’t allowed to tip because it would…

Nope, do not. I grew up in South Africa and have had it hammered into my skull since childhood that you do not stop the car at night no matter what, and you do not get out to help. It’s not a kind attitude but Jesus fuck this kind of thing kills me, it is so terrifying.

Not sure this is “scary” but more “wtf”

I’ve worked at the same medical billing office for years now and was warned it was haunted. I poo pooed the idea but one night has me doubting my “no ghosts are real stance.” We occasionally have to do major refilling when Medicare has a rule change and charges more. Sometimes they’re retroactive and it’s lots of late…

Ok, first time commenting, so I’m sure I’ll be buried in the grays.... but, here goes.

When my fiance and I first started dating he lived in the attic of an old house. We were both in grad school so this was a typical university rental house (just to paint a picture). Anyway, I would often spend the night and both of us would have strange experiences at night. I would wake up screaming from awful…

Right before I turned 21 I moved to a new city, transferred colleges, and got an apartment by myself. I picked a place out on the third story of a rambling old Victorian mansion - a modest studio with white metal cabinets from the 1950's and a rusted fire escape which always gave me bad feelings. It was metal, and…

I’ve been reading Jezebel for years, but have never posted anything before. I’m honestly kind of scared to even write about some of the paranormal things that have happened to me, but it’s been a few years since I’ve lived anywhere haunted, and I don’t think this can “jinx” them back into my life. Growing up I was…