Queen of creepy comin at ya with yet another story cuz I can’t stop. This is not a ghost story and is the real deal. Slight name changed for anonymity.

Thanks to Hobby Lobby you better hope that surgery doesn’t conflict with your employer’s religious beliefs.

I’m actually surprised their museum doesn’t have fake tablets that say stuff about Jesus and fetuses on them.

Ugh, fuck these people. I hope they do find a new biblical text, and it says, “Jesus said fuck the Greens.”

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THESE ASSHOLES ARE BUYING LOOTED ARTIFACTS FROM ISIS TO DISPLAY IN A GODDAMN JESUS MUSEUM?

So Hobby Lobby is underwriting ISIS ? Perfect. Birds of a feather.

You know what *does* belong in a museum? Hobby Lobby’s views on birth control.

Would it surprise me if these sanctimonious assholes were buying from ISIS in order to get “cool things” they wanted? No. No it would not.

Jesus this place gets into a lot of shit for a crafts store

This is the story of the two times my father came face to face with a serial killer.

I came across these stories last year and I found them hard to get through, I guess I’m a wuss, but last January something really weird happened to me and I’ve wanted to share it ever since.

*looks up from reading all the stories in the comments*

Okay, so this year I can participate since the main player who would be scandalized by airing the laundry has passed. As background, my mother had me in her late thirties and her mother in turn had her in her late thirties. My mother was the youngest of eight children and had brothers much older than she, which is how…

This truly happened to me, and maybe I should have contacted the police about it but I didn’t. I try not to think about it.

Well, this will be far at the bottom, and it’s barely a ghost story anyway. My condo was built in the turn of the last century, it has VERY little sound dampening and I constantly hear my upstairs neighbors. There were definitely times when I heard voices and woke up to nothing. One time, I thought I heard my…

When I was sixteen I would sneak out of the house at night get high and read a book (Such a rebel, I know). There was an empty forclosed home next door, and I would get inside via a basement window well and smoke in the basement’s bar area. One night it was raining pretty heavy, and I forgot to bring my lighter. I…

Over the summer I took my son and his friend on a ride at the local fair. My son has Down syndrome, which is relevant to the story in that he doesn’t have the sort of fantastical imagination of his peers. Said differently, he doesn’t make shit up. As we were sitting waiting for the attendant to buckle everyone in my…

Nope. He is a diagnosed schizophrenic. Judging from his actions (disappearing for a week in 2012, random murder, immediately calling 911) likely a paranoid schizophrenic with more underlying psychiatric issues. Decent chance that he was non-compliant with whatever medications he was placed on. I see a lot of…