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I don’t know how the cat did it, but that cat was totally fucking with you.

My senior year of college, my boyfriend lived off campus and so we spent a lot of time at his place. It was out in the middle of no where, surrounded by woods and only accessible by this one lane country road. One night, around Halloween, we decided to watch the movie The Strangers. It’s a horror movie about a couple

I may have shared this last year so I apologize if it’s a repeat.

When I was 18, I drove home late one night and parked the car in the driveway. I went inside the house and about 20 minutes later, looked out the window and noticed the interior light was still on in the car. I thought it was odd because I definitely remember slamming the car door shut, but thought perhaps another

1) omg yessssss! It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

JESUS the encounters with real people are creepier than ghosts...

This is not a ghost story, but a horrible human encounter. This happened about 4.5 years ago:

doot doot doodle doodle doot doot doo doo (I’m clearly bad at that)

it’s the most wonderful thread of the year!

During my teen years, like most of you I assume, my boyfriend and I would spend most nights just driving around town. One night during winter, we turned down one road that we thought was a different road, but this one ended up being very narrow, unpaved, and hadn’t been plowed. Our car got stuck and there was no cell

IT’S TIMEEEEE

After being an adult for a few years nothing supernatural can scare me.

That story is why I am no longer allowed to read scary stories.

Do you remember the story about how the kid was writing a paper with headphones on and there was writing all over the house that said “LOOK AT ME”? It still haunts me and that was I think like 3 years ago.

A racist, sexist, ignoramus with early-onset dementia gets elected President of the United States.

Because it is about girls, I have never heard people calling young boys sluts who seduced pedophiles, girls lives matter even less then lives of grown women, if that is possible.

“Florida”

Florida.

Why? It has worked for abuse of women for centuries!

I don’t understand why it took so long to figure out that blaming children for getting abused is beyond outrageous.