I posted this back in 2016 - I missed the cutoff, but I threw it into the comments. Here again to try for real!

No, I probably wouldn’t serve LeBron’s kids wine, but I don’t think they are coming to visit any time soon.

We all know how creepy little kids can be. One night I was checking on my daughter and she came to and said, “Mama, who’s in my closet?” My heart jumped into my throat and I said, “What, sweetie?” And she said, “Who’s in my closet?” I very slowly turned around expecting to see something, human or supernatural hanging…

If your kid is going to have their first puking hangover, better to have it in the comfort of their own home instead of curled up weeping in the corner of the dorm shower. Makes total sense.

Argh! I wanted to post this early this year and couldn’t find my burner key- I’m sorry if anyone read it last year, but I don’t think many people could have. So here goes:

It was a hot, dry summer in the 1970's and I was precocious pre-teen. My parents were likely going through a bout of their usual martial strife and always looked to farm me out (literally) for several weeks of the summer to my cousin’s place in the country. A very rural area, plenty of farm and ranching land, but…

it cries to bring you in.

“Come outside,” the voice implored. “I need a ride home. Come outside.”

I really don’t know if this’ll be scary to anyone else. It doesn’t have a satisfying denouement, and I wasn’t even privy to all the details, as young as I was.

Hi Frida,

My wife and I went to Europe for three weeks for our honeymoon when we first got married several years ago. We stayed in a number of old cottages and B&Bs without incident until our last place, a villa in southern France near the Mediterranean that we’d rented for a week. It was a quiet little town a short distance…

When I was I maybe 10th grade I visited a friend at her boarding school in southern Germany. The school was for kids of Americans abroad, mostly as missionaries, and was just outside a small town in the Black Forest. I don’t remember the name of the town but it was strait out of a fairy tale (the original ones, with…

My husband and father have both passed away since this incident, and my daughter is now 40, but what happened one night at my father’s house left such an impression that now, almost 40 years on, I can still remember things like the texture of the carpet and the feeling of the bedspread fringe on my face.

My story is more curious & unsettling than it is truly frightening.

I’ve posted this before, under an old burner, but figured I can post again to lighten things up.

When we were kids, my sister and I watched “Now and Then” with our neighbor friends. We were 4 girls between the ages of 9 and 13 - I was the youngest. Despite my mom’s religious upbringing and banning of Ouija boards and anything else that could be considered Satanic, the movie exposed us to the concept of a seance.

Na…

I finally found this thread early early enough to *maybe* not be totally buried! The most intensely creepy thing that’s ever happened to me is also the most oddly beautiful.

Fuck Joe Manchin. So much so that I think Democrats in WV should kick his ass out of office. Let the fucking Republican win, how much worse can he really be?

“An acquaintance just asked me to Venmo her for petty food expenses.”

“Help! My server speaks like a millennial nitwit.”