i really loved that story.. why the fuck was her boyfriend so nonchalant about it?? i need more details

I knew What the fuck Hamburger was too good to ignore!

Ok, here goes. I am a huge skeptic and I know there is a scientific explanation for my spooky story, but here goes anyway.

Dammit Kinja! Brief summary? ;)

After reading the “Hamburger” story, I realized that observing kids as they learn about death is the alternating creepiest/saddest goddamn part of being a parent. Two recent stories, courtesy of my 3-year-old:

Warnings and Nightmares was pretty freaky. Man this is my favorite thing Jezebel does.

Same! I refuse to even watch Stranger Things because *too scary* and yet can’t get enough of these stories.

OMG WTF. I would’ve thrown your dad’s phone right out the window.

Little Homie really deserved to make the cut. If only for the nonchalance-ness of it all...and the fact he was nicknamed Little Homie.

“Underneath the Floorboards” was awesomely creepy but nothing beats “Look At Me” (from 2014, I think?)
I still think about that one.

I just want to take this opportunity to say: Yay! More stories!

OH MY GOD. I am covered with goosebumps right bow because of Donna’s dream. That is absolutely the scariest thing ever.

These were all really good. Glad I was able to read them early in the day because some of them are really troubling but incredibly interesting. Also, please stop with the Ouija boards. Everyone I know who has messed with a Ouija board has a traumatic story to tell, including myself. Could just be coincidence but it’s…

Leprechauns are real, too.

The baby one was so sad.

Why do I keep reading these? I don’t love myself.

As a “ghost story” mine is very tame, but I’m not a believer in the paranormal and this is the one thing that has ever made me go “Well, that is weird.”

Did... anyone else find the first one sweet instead of scary? Like, it was the old man’s time to die and his long-dead daughter came to “take him” to where he needed to be that night.

Ghost stories don’t scare me, but the one about the guy in the house (“Don’t Worry, I’m Leaving”) is motherfucking nightmare fuel.

When I was young our house was broken into and I noticed the intruder hiding under my moms bed by looking in a floor length mirror she had. Guess who’s not a fan of using a bed frame?