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And the entity ... didn’t want you to eat? This leaves me with questions 

Two short stories - both told to me by the folks it happened to in NYC, and for some reason I found super creepy.

1 - My friend “Mickey” had some time to kill one afternoon so he went into a well known midtown Irish pub for a pint of Guinness (or 2 or 3). As he is leaving the bar, he notices a disheveled older guy

Wild guess: an animal? 

I really love the thought of demonic horrors that still care deeply about the environment.

It was a 2019 submission -- https://jezebel.com/1838875774

Sure: https://theseahawk.org/9423/uncategorized/murder-of-uncw-student-shocks-campus/

It was around three a.m. in our old apartment, which had two bedrooms on one floor, a bathroom at the landing, and the rest of the apartment on the other floor.

I was scared shitless one night when a white apparition hovered in the corner of my room, swaying side to side, then going perfectly still. It was probably 3:30 am and my roommate lived in the basement so there was no easy way to call for help. The apparition seemed to be human form but without any discernible

Summer ‘97. I was nine and scared of my own shadow, so this experience only furthered my fear of the world.

When I was in 3rd grade (about a billion years ago), I went to this little Catholic school in a very blue collar neighborhood. It wasn’t the best area, but it wasn’t the worst, either—narrow streets with dense rows of duplexes, tiny strips of lawn, and a bar on every corner (seriously). Our house was only five blocks

Ice Storm

Let me just preface this by saying I’m not a writer so please bear with me…

When I had just turned 6 years old, my family moved from our home town to a larger suburb in a state several hours away. I was still 5 when my parents took me with them to look at the house they would end up buying, and while we were walking through, the little girl whose parents were selling the house invited me to

My freshman dorm was co-ed — boys and girls divided into parallel halls on each floor, split by a bank of elevators in the middle. On my floor, the elevators were rumored to be haunted by a student who struggled with depression and died in his room about 15 years earlier. The circumstances were unclear but part of the

Suspenseful, but this reads like fiction.

When I was in fourth grade, my mom and I moved a few hours away to live with my grandma. I was an only child and painfully shy; all my friends had been my friends since forever, and I had no idea how to talk to these new kids at school.

Honestly these women are performing only slightly below my expectations, I expected them to get out of the group that was all the expectations I had for them. This group of women is too much of a mix of young, inexperienced players and some that might be too experienced. In four years, I expect Sophia Smith, Trinity

Yeah, it was slim pickings for sure, more so than it has been in recent years. Thousands of stories used to be submitted. Thousands. We just scarcely cracked five hundred and some of those were comments on the actual stories themselves.

I’ve not wanted to be too hard on Jezebel since the big staff turnover, but, well, this assemblage of stories is markedly worse, in terms of selection, than any previous year. I think most years at least one story is going to be creepypasta, but not so overtly as the two (at least) I caught here! The story about the

I started Googling “Jezebel scary stories 2022" every day the last week of September so I didn’t miss it.