Love Joey Fatone’s whole get up! He seems like a cool guy. Man, as a USian living abroad, I miss the hell out of this time of the year. Halloween and Thanksgiving seasons make me so homesick.

My other post was embarrassing and real-life, so I separated the one that’s emotional and possibly-supernatural.

I don’t think this is what Jezebel intended for the contest, as it’s not scary. I briefly told this story in the comments of one of the contest pages a few years ago. Frankly, I don’t think about it much, as although it’s not the supernatural element that got to me at the time, it was a frightening experience and…

This is a true story that is scary on... well, levels, ha. I’ve obscured some details so as not to give away any too identifying information, although the details are part of what makes the story.

Yep, this is the one. This is the winner.

I told a very condensed version of this in a comment to one of the Jez horror story posts maybe about five? years ago, so I’m officially submitting this now. Now with bonus pics. 

Gonna share a story from when I was a kid. I’ve shared it years before but I have a new update since the last time I did.

Hello! I’m a little late to the game so this may get buried under all the amazing and creepy stories here. But I wanted to at least share mine.

When I was a in high school there was a consensus among my family that our house was haunted. Sometimes my eldest sister would be home alone and go into the basement to do laundry or get some item and would swear she could hear rapid footsteps coming from upstairs. But here’s my story.

Wow I finally have a contribution!

A few months ago as I backed out of my driveway on my way to work, I glanced up at the front door of our house and saw what I can only describe as a thick black shroud hovering over the door. A clear thought popped into my head: “That’s Death.” I immediately told myself I was being silly, but I still whispered a…

First of all, I look forward to scaring the shit out of myself by reading these every year.

I used to live in an old row home in Philly. According the records, the house was built in 1905. For the three years that I lived there, my husband and I constantly felt “off” like there were bad vibes in the house. We were always getting inexplicably sick and so were our pets. My bedroom was on the second floor, at…

Just grudges, man. Grudges pack small. 

Next time, grab that fucking fan blade. Twirl around a couple times, dismount, PERFECT 10!

So this week has been tough on a lot of people. I have an odd but satisfying self soothing exercise to suggest. Inspired by amazing gymnasts a couple years ago, I randomly jumped up from the couch, threw up my arms and yelled “perfect 10!” It made me giggle, it felt good, and now I do it all the time. At my work desk,…

So my dad has been given the all clear of lymphoma. The kidney is finally starting to do its job. We are celebrating with my homemade Jamaican patties and rice and peas, beer, spliffs and very loud Ali Farkar Toure. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday. What’s everyone else cooking/eating/drinking/smoking/listening to?

I’m a therapist, and this week has been so hard. I’ve written, then not posted, about 37 angry rants this week about why the “why did she take so long to report/why doesn’t she remember details” comments are so unhelpful and stupid. And then yesterday I watched Dr. Ford’s testimony and it reminded me of the hundreds…

fuckkkkkk it’s been a week. The second I got home I put on pajamas, made some tea, and ate a Moon Pie. I’m taking a pause on drinking or else I would be all about the wine. Besides not using it healthily since I was stressed about politics Brett Kavanaugh for real has made me never want to look at another beer again. F…

I’ve found myself often booing at the TV. Loudly.