I’m just going to reply here for simplicity. Thanks to all for the kind words. It’s been many years now but sometimes, even decades later, something just...hits home.

Sir, this is an Arby’s.

(I mean, I’m super pissed off about it too, but I don’t know why you’re yelling at the io9 staff about it, as if they aren’t probably x1000 more angry about it than you).

I’m going to assume (and hope) that the reason you can post this is that times are better for you now.

Oh I remember this pretty vividly, I had just turned 13 in 8th grade. I was with my cousin (5th grade) at home, playing video games, decided to stay in since he didn’t have a costume either and wanted to be “cool” that he wasn’t trick-or-treating. Some schoolmates rang my doorbell as trick-or-treaters and were like…

Well, I’m 18, out of high school, and I’m planning on taking my little sister trick or treating. I’m also going to dress up and get candy because why not?

Oof, yes. My father was the cook in the family, and it took a long time for my mother to be able to simply walk into the kitchen or a grocery store without breaking down. The result was a lot of Taco Bell, or just not eating. Blue Apron and their ilk were a lifeline.

Peanut butter and pickles. Dill chips. Go a little heavy on the pickles because the PB is thick and tends to overpower everything else.

Submitted last year in the comments of the top scary stories🎃

First, in spite of these being the also-rans, they’re all way better than that thrift store lady getting a murder confession. Second, the Lassen County one sounds like Walker Lake and it is indeed creepy as hell sometimes. Fond memories of driving my Subaru wagon along those dirt roads between there and Almanor. 

Good-BYE, Joe!

Daht es obsulutely fasschinating (said in complete monotone)

Really dropped the ball on leaving this one out.

these are so great! I really enjoyed this year’s submissions. If you’re looking for an archive, here you go:

Claire Foy is real good for the first two seasons as the Queen, too!

I vote for the “fixer upper” story where the couple explores an abandoned house with creepy dolls and a pit in the middle of the floor and the one about Cassandra and her partner going to the dog park island in the middle of the night and sensing creepy things wanted to harm them.

Invitation: Ghost Orgy

The first few lines of this read like copy from the J Peterman catalog.

Does she know? Does she know?

When I was in junior high, I made some friends at school who invited me to go to church with them on Wednesday nights. My family wasn’t especially religious, but growing up in Oklahoma, we were surrounded by many people who were. We occasionally went to church with my grandparents or other family members, but weren’t…

“Hello Senoritas”