I heard they’re also considering a Penny-farthing bike share too!

And hot air balloons!! It’ll be marvelous! ...and inefficient.

I enjoyed that probably more than I should have.

And sticky. Don’t forget sticky.

Right now I’m listening to a coworker describe to a very stupid coworker what Sophie’s Choice is & means.

We have a little ghost cat at our house! At first, I thought I was crazy. But, after my husband, sons and even my mom saw it at different times, I’ve accepted it. Never hurts anything. Just kinda appears as a little black shadow.

Wow what an invite this will make.

This is probably the only last name I would take.

Call him Casper!

I do animal rescue, usually I’m called to take care of orphaned kittens. I bottle feed them and all that jazz, and I also have a perennial mama cat named June Carter that keeps the babies comfortable and warm, grooms them, etc.

A friend of mine told me a similar story- She said she and her dog moved into a small house in this little suburb in Northern New Hampshire, but her house was on the far edge of the condo/housing community, right up against the land of this big farmhouse (which didn’t have much land around it any more, as it had been…

I lived in an apartment haunted by cats as well! I had recently got a dog, and whenever she walked into our apartment, her fur would stand up, she would slowly creep in through the kitchen before barking at this one corner in my bedroom (eeeks). Throughout my time there (about a 9 months), I kept thinking I saw this…

This happened to a friend of a friend earlier this summer (as told by my friend). I’ll call her friend Jane. Jane is a nurse who works a specific shift at a local hospital and keeps a really consistent schedule. She gets up at 5am, takes a shower, and then heads off to work. Jane lives in a bungalow a block away…

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs…

My mom tells us not to talk about it, but there is something sensitive about our family. We feel things, and then we bite our tongues to prevent bothers from thinking we are nuts.

I’ve accomplished nothing at work today other than getting too scared to go use the bathroom by myself.

This just happened, on the 1st of this month.

I’d heard mumblings growing up of a strange incident involving my family and a famous murder, but my grandma refused to discuss it and I knew better than to ask around. After my great-aunt died and left behind 200 pages of memoirs, I finally got the full story.

Say goodbye to productivity, Work Week!

I’ve told this before but it’s my only scary story...

My good friend-let’s call her Jane to protect her identity- told me her ghost story last year, and since then it has been confirmed to me by several people who were around at the time. It took place back in the late 90's when she was in her early 20's.