So this happened to me quite some time ago (almost 20 years, wow I feel old!), but I still remember details to this day.

I’ve been following these Jezebel posts for years and now it’s finally my turn to share a tale that I’ve carried around forever.

Wtf!! Even as an adult you never told them? Damn

I may have told this one already, but here goes again...

I was late last year and submitted after the cut off. Here we go!

Damn, it’s been a long time since I’ve fully recounted this story, but it’s become somewhat of a folklore tale in my family.

My best friend up to my tween years was a hardcore Catholic Filipino named Carlo.

It was the week of Halloween in 2011 and I was 19. I had agreed to house-sit for a family friend while she was in Disneyworld for a week. The house, built by her father, was a bit off the beaten path and set near a meadow up against dense woods. It was a simple two-story that probably hadn’t ever been updated and it…

This story is to remind you that, for women, routine is actually dangerous.

I had a first date with a guy.  He scheduled drinks only, because he had ‘a dinner’ later (probably another date...as if I’m so oblivious, but whatever.)  I met him for a drink.  I was wearing a strapless mini jumpsuit and high heels and this outfit used to turn heads.  He got really gaga over me, and I was pleased…

I had a very real imaginary friend when I was little. To this day, I can still see my very serious 6 year old self announcing at the dinner table that she had moved to a small town about 10 miles from where we lived. I never saw or spoke to her again, and it kind of became a part of the family lore....my siblings…

I don’t have a story to share, but I do know why I don’t have letter fridge magnets. I absolutely do not want to see messages spelled out on my fridge. I would totally lose my shit at that.

I don’t remember if I’ve told this one here before. You’ll find it in a few places online. I’m leaving one of the details out because it’s a little...beyond what I’m describing, it just feels beyond the pale.

Here is an experience that happened to me that still creeps me out. It happened a few years ago when I moved into my first “adult” home, a townhome that I was able to buy in a busy area of my neighborhood. The address ended in a 13 which my friends and new neighbors joked was a bad omen.

My mother grew up in Louisiana; Kenner, to be exact, and although she moved to Georgia after her mother died, almost all of her extended family were in Louisiana. My great-grandmother lived in this tiny little house in this tiny little town called St. Francisville, where she had worked giving plantation tours in her…

This happened last week.

I live in Boston in a 1980’s build apartment building that seems totally normal – corporate even in its sterility. I lived in one unit of the building with my boyfriend for a year before downsizing to the unit next door (we had a 2BR and didn’t need the extra space).

When this incident happened about two years ago, I had recently adopted a dog, Frank, and had been living with him for just over a few weeks when the following incident occurred. Prior to this incident, being that I am single, I had always pooped with my bathroom door open, but upon getting my new roommate, I decided…

This is my mom’s story. It happened in the 90s when I was a kid, and it was the creepiest story I remember her telling me, and she had a few.

Sorry, this turned out longer than expected. It’s not creepy in the way typical horror stories are, but it’s a story I’ve always wanted to share, and this seems like an appropriate enough forum. My story takes place spring 2000. I was 17 and going through a rough time. One of my older brothers had unexpectedly passed…