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This is the least sexy mugshot I've ever seen on a Gawker media property.

Wonderful piece! I would love to see more articles like this on Jez!

I love these tidbits about fascinating people from the way back. Between you and Gawker, you've been putting out quite a few of these, and I'm lovin' it. Keep 'em coming, please.

What an awesome profile! Thanks so much for the vivid history lesson. We have a few of those "What the Butler Saw" penny-arcade machines at the Musee Mecanique in San Francisco— I never stopped to think that the phrase came from one actual moment in history.

WOW THIS IS ALL BULLSHIT

I feel so hard for little you because, swamp non-withstanding, I was just the same!

So I live in England, where everything is approximately 1000 years old and haunted up the arse, so I've seen some stuff (weird, unexplainable stuff) but probably the most extended haunting experience of my life was the time I worked in a possessed cinema.

As some of you know, I grew up in a very rural part of northern Utah. My family were transplants from California, and because we weren't mormon, we never really fit in. I spent a lot of time alone as a child and had a reputation for being a bit strange. We had started out in a cabin in the woods, far from everyone

My BF would be a farting ghost. And he would drink all of the Tabasco sauce in the house. OMG. HAVE YOU CHECKED THE TABASCO???

The image of the desert and the monster conjures up the Navajo skin walker legends. Which still scare the living fuck out of me.

I was staying in a hotel last year and was up working very late into the night. Finally, around 3 or 4am, I turned off the light and tried to get some sleep. The thing is, as soon as I did, I heard breathing. Rhythmic breathing, coming from the corner of the room. I tried to pretend it was the heater or a noise

Back in 2007, I worked as "student security" at a college in rural Washington State. Basically, I walked around the campus with a partner (or drove the department golf cart if we were lucky) and made sure exterior doors were locked on all campus buildings. One rainy Saturday night in April, my partner and I were

Okay, not sure if this counts because it was a dream that I had. *everyone immediately stops reading* Wait, come back! It's a short tale and genuinely terrifying.

A Kotaku Jezebel cross-post focused around micro-transactions, casual games, and Kim Kardashian.