Oh my. I don't even know what to say about that. 

Jesus fucking christ.

My parents divorced when I was 6 and by the time my siblings and I were in our teens, our visits with him had become fairly infrequent. So we were all excited when our grandmother invited him over for the holidays.

My family is pretty rife with alcoholics, druggies, and various inappropriate behaviors, but even I have to admit that the Christmas that Uncle Pothead told us about his recent medically-necessary circumcision because he hadn’t kept himself clean enough was really just not the best conversation to go with the mashed…

I was working as a cocktail waitress in a topless bar, and it was exactly as tedious, gross, and demoralizing as you would imagine it to be. One night, I went to close out a table of older men, and when they started talking in front of me about what to tip me. One of them turned to me and said “Honey, here’s a tip for…

Back in the early 2000s I moved in with a now ex-boyfriend. He lived in a bungalow style house in one of the neighborhoods of a large midwestern city. This happened when I was taking a personal day from work after moving in to finish getting things arranged and unpacked.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *deep breath* OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Two years ago, I got severely, awfully sick (probably the flu). I didn’t go to work for the entire week. It was all I could do just to keep myself drinking liquids and soup and shuffling to bed. The worst part was my husband was traveling for business, so I was all alone, just me and our sweet black cat Libby.

Hi. I’ve been reading this scary story series for years but have never taken the time to tell my story:

“Station wagon Stalker”

I think I’ve told this one in the comments before, but I couldn’t find it. This isn’t really paranormal either, but it happened to me when I was a kid of 12 or 13.

I was walking back home from the park with my sister and my best friend one Saturday. The park we went to was a quarter to a half…

I got into a fight with my boyfriend one night. For some reason we left my apartment to go to his new place we were both moving into even though there wasn’t any furniture in it it. We argued more and boned on the floor and argued more and then decided we should go back to my place so we could sleep in a bed. We were…

I was too late with my submission last year, so here goes...

I’m doxxing myself because my friends all know this story. I waited until daytime to write it because it scares me so much.

Ok. My story is from 2016. I don’t know that it’s strictly scary, or at least, I wasn’t particularly scared at any point but it is creepy. For background on me, sometimes I feel things but I don’t usually SEE things.

I have merely laid out the facts for Customer Service, and await their sincere reflection on their manifold failures and an honest effort to make things right.

I have a bedspread I really like, so I bought the exact same bedspread in a different color on sale a few weeks ago. It arrived last night. It’s not the same. It’s different. In small but very noticeable ways, so I’ve spent about two hours analyzing the differences.

I read that as badger and was like THIS IS NOT BORING.

On my weekly grocery trip a few weeks ago, I unwittingly got into the line where their slowest bagger was working. Nothing happened, and I stewed in silence. And I still think she deserves at least $15/hr.

“A noun, and a verb, and Barack Obama”

Man, these guys really won’t defend anything.

Okay so I’m not generally a pearl clutcher about, well, pretty much anything, but Jesus H Christ there is NOTHING in this article that makes me want to watch this nightmare. Like, nothing. I don’t even like knowing that there are human beings who think up stories like this. Damn.