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As a professor who taught large lecture sections for the better part of a decade, even if we wanted to take it seriously and a report was filed, there’s not much anyone can do. I found a note once with SEE YOU AT HOME YOU FUCKING CUNT scrawled so hard it ripped the paper. Took it to my Dept Chair and she was like “OMG

I had a strange experience after a surgery! I didn’t see anything though. It was really just kinda silly, actually. I was laid up in bed, so my dad (I was living with my parents while I recuperated) brought me a sandwich and fries from a restaurant in one of those styrofoam take-out boxes, which was itself in a

This is a little more creepy/disturbing than scary, but it’s something that still gives me chills when I think about it (and I try not to think about it very often). Note: All names have been changed.

Yeah it was... WEIRD. I don’t know that we ever settled on any non-paranormal explanation for the babies being entirely under their fitted sheets. I could see maybe one baby rolling over and over, bunching up the sheet until the elastic snapped it over him. MAYBE that could happen. But both babies, only once, and in

I had a few scary encounters with Japanese men who were likely pretty innocent but had no sense of how creepy they were coming off, but this sounds really creepy. I wonder if he’s repeating the story of the odd foreign woman who kept demanding a toilet...

HAVE YOUR KEYS READY

WHY DID I READ THIS RIGHT BEFORE I HAVE TO WALK HOME ALONE IN MY SAFE-SEEMING HIPSTER NEIGHBORHOOD.

Dude, helpful ghosts can be incredibly nice. The ghost in our house was a dick to me throughout my childhood (I posted about it last year, but I would have to dig through last year’s entries to find my story), but after my father died when I was ten and my mother and her new husband got really, really abusive, that

Awww, Hester was your Dennis.

Yes! The phrase was useful then for scaring away would-be murderers/playpals, but is also useful now for getting that sweet, sweet Washlet.

As someone who worked in Japan as an ALT, OH MY GOD but also PLEASE GIVE ME A TOILET

I wrote about a different creepy thing last year that happened in this same house, but I can’t find that post anymore (Thanks, Kinja!). Anyway, here’s another one that happened about a year before that other one.

This story isn’t supernatural but it’s 100% true and probably the closest I’ve (knowingly) come to being in serious trouble.

A couple of months ago, my boyfriend and I were walking back to our house from an event at a local hipstery bar in our neighborhood in Indianapolis. Ours is the poster child for hipster neighborhoods. I always feel very safe being out and about, even if I’m alone.

i know. i think about her a lot and hope she was ok. i also hope the hospital fixed whatever flaw there was in their security that let her get out.

That’s so sad! Poor woman. :(

Right before I turned 21 I moved to a new city, transferred colleges, and got an apartment by myself. I picked a place out on the third story of a rambling old Victorian mansion - a modest studio with white metal cabinets from the 1950's and a rusted fire escape which always gave me bad feelings. It was metal, and

My childhood home was in a small town in Indiana. It was a beautiful blue Dutch Colonial home in a neighborhood lined with huge old pine trees. Our house had been built in the 1800s and I always had a sense that it was haunted. The neighborhood was filled with kids my age and all the families got together for summer

It probably thought you were someone else and would have been really embarrassed

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