I (atheist/recovering Catholic) am trying to imagine what my parents would have done if we had come home from our Catholic high school talking about a priest lecturing on “demonology” and performing exorcisms. I know this for sure—they would have told us to not sit through another one of this talks. Get up and leave…

Damn liberals and drag queens.... oh, wait a minute...

Muenster is goood, so is gouda. But if you want to get absurd about it, find a cheese shop and ask for some recommendations on gourmet options. Our local cheese chop has a caramelized onion cheddar and someone gave me a taste of it the other night. I can’t wait to get some and give it a try. Not for everyday grilled…

Meunster is very good.

The muenster snub is shameful! 

Oh man, I thought I included! Hope this works:

I posted this in years past and got stuck in the grays, but here goes:

Spooky but I’m also sad for the cat that gets fed in the corner of the basement.

I’ve got a weird name coincidence as well. When I was in college my dad couldn’t live alone due to his age and worsening health, so my sister got an apartment for the both of them so she could take care of him. The apartment was on a street called Mercy St. and was situated so the back yards of all of the apartments…

Here’s a short one that I heard from a teacher when I was a kid in grade school:

Her and her husband were looking for a new home - they wanted to live out in the country and found this beautiful farmhouse. It was perfect, and it seemed like they had been there before. As they were touring the basement, something…

there’s always someone reading...

This isn’t my own story, but my dad’s - and my dad isn’t a liar. He’s experienced a lot of wild things taking odd jobs out on the road throughout his twenties, but this story happened right in my Indiana hometown when my mom was pregnant with my older sister. We lived in the country, and there was a hairpin turn on…

I mean, close enough...

Hi fellow Jezebel lovers! These stories are something that I look forward to every year, I even used to use my breaks just to devour these stories throughout the years. However, to express gratitude for this space, I also wanted to share what it’s meant to me especially in the last year, because it went beyond just…

I think one of the creepiest stories I’ve ever heard was from my friend Lisa, about the worst kind of ghost: the ghosts who are all too real. Lisa’s originally from the city of Rostock - a seaport in Germany. It used to be quite the big deal in the old GDR and her family have always had a presence in the shipbuilding…

I forgot that I had this account, so I created a new account in an attempt to post this story. Those posts are currently greyed, so I apologize for the duplications. Anyway, here’s the story.

As my parents gave me more freedom and independence so they could enjoy themselves as adults I was often left at home to do homework, talk on the phone, or as I was wont to do: listen to Van Halen. In the spring of 1980, at 13, we lived on the West Bank military base across the Mississippi river from New Orleans. My…

My mom grew up in a small farm in the middle-of-nowhere northwestern Minnesota. Her dad died before I was born, but I regularly visited her mom (my grandmother) still living at the farm, until she passed when I was a teenager. My grandmother was the prototypical Great Depression-forged Midwest farm wife of Norwegian…

The Ghost Children

My favorite time of year!