My mother is 78 and has NEVER voted for a Democrat (much to my chagrin). This morning she was in line long before 7 a.m. (with quite a few others, she texted) in DALLAS TEXAS to vote for Hillary Clinton. Her reason? “While only a child the last time a fascist demagogue almost destroyed the world and ran his country…

There are over 2000 posts now! I’m going to add my story, though I doubt many of you will see it.

This isn’t exactly scary, as it is pretty weird and a little sad and paranormal. It’s also kinda long, but it really happened to me this year.

Skitter = the second grossest form of movement to me. First, you ask? Undulating.

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…

My mom tells us not to talk about it, but there is something sensitive about our family. We feel things, and then we bite our tongues to prevent bothers from thinking we are nuts.

When I started out I was working in Chicago as a night editor at a production/post house. The building the company was situated in was an old 7 story (I think, forget the exact number) place that survived the Chicago mafia’s heyday. The place had exposed brick walls, the A/C was obviously added later as it was just…

ALWAYS LISTEN TO ANIMALS. (They are smarter than we are about these things.)

I was napping in our guest room one Monday morning when I woke up to hearing someone running up and down the stairs, and the swishing of track pants. ‘Give me five minutes Daniel,’ I said, assuming it was my son. Then I sat up with a start - it was Monday. My son was in school. The footsteps and swishing continued. I…

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.

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…

When I was 30, I decided it was time for me to take my first road trip across the United States. I was young, fearless, and eager to see as much as I could. At the time I was seeing a guy who wanted to travel the first few weeks with me, and then split off when we got to New Orleans at Jazz Fest. My plan was to…

Here’s a fresh one from summer 2016.

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

I can’t remember if I posted last year about this, but probably not. Nearly a year ago I was in the hospital when these stories were posted. I couldn’t read them all because I was in the midst of a haunting episode and, being in the hospital, I couldn’t leave. You see, I was in a private room, but I wasn’t alone.

When I was 8 months pregnant, my husband and I moved into a cookie cutter 15 year old home. There was nothing about it that would cause us to think it would be a creepy place. A few weeks after we moved in, I was putting clothes away in the baby’s room and got an overwhelming feeling of dread. It felt like something…

Back story: My mom is English and didn’t move to America until she and my dad married when they were 21. When she was 16 and still living in England, there was one particular night that scared the mess out of her. My grandmother (mom’s mom) had been at a friend’s house that night and played with a Ouija board. My…

Yay I have one to share this year! Not bone-chillingly terrifying but certainly freaked me out. I leave on 5 acres of wooded property in the Pacific Northwest that backs up to a lovely river. My husband and I first moved here a year ago and whenever we would go to the river he would ask if I was humming or singing. I…