Hi friends. In years past, I have always submitted (late, sorry!) my story about getting lost in middle school, getting lost in the woods and accidentally finding myself in a Haunt, where Jason leaned, smoking, against a tree and helped my poor, young teacher find her way out of the (fake) haunt and back to our camp.

B…

This isn’t really scary and I’m certain there’s an explanation but it threw me for a loop at the time. It certainly isn’t going to be in the running for a prize, I just felt like sharing it as a supernatural-adjacent story.

Was kind of hoping there would be a trick to stressing or damaging the bottom of the rug so it looked more like a cloak and less like a floppy rubber.

Probably just needs a bunch of small cuts to let the fabric fold and dangle and stitch the rug to the fabric so that the fabric can provide some of that lost connective…

They are still children? If they were Black they’d be tried as adults. Typical coddling of white people and then they wonder why we say they refuse to take responsibility for their fuck shit.

Now we’re talkin’

Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

This is a little more creepy/disturbing than scary, but it’s something that still gives me chills when I think about it (and I try not to think about it very often). Note: All names have been changed.

Around five years ago, I was a TA for an undergraduate literature course that had 300 students; there were two TAs and our job was mostly to do grading (sigh) and hand out exams and set up PowerPoints and stuff of that nature. Basically, assist the professor in all manner of tedium while she lectured. Due to a…

As someone who worked in Japan as an ALT, OH MY GOD but also PLEASE GIVE ME A TOILET

This story isn’t supernatural but it’s 100% true and probably the closest I’ve (knowingly) come to being in serious trouble.

Ok, I love this time of year, so forgive the new account, but I wanted to tell the story my grandmother told me. I can’t vouch for it completely, but she’s a very no-nonsense woman and I’ve never caught her in a lie (besides maybe how many martinis she’s had). Anyway, we’ll call her Betty. Betty grew up in Kansas in…

I hate that we charge juveniles as adults. The state shouldn’t take a hard line with some things like consent or voting and then bend them for others. I understand that this presents challenges but this is particularly true for first offenders.

TL;DR: NOT ALL WHITE PEOPLE.

Falling in line every time JUST MOVES THE FUCKING LINE.

White guy to white guy:

Then this article is not about you. But by virtue of your response, it is about you.

We deserve good things, and Jensen Ackles will always be one of them.

Damn it. And I’ll still watch, because Jensen.