Alrighty then, settle in for this one, ‘cuz it’s a doozy. Here we go, midnight cemetery story part II:

All of the stories this year scared me or made me laugh nervously after reading...but yours was the first to send goosebumps down the entire length of my body for a solid five minutes afterwards.

Most retailers already do this with men’s sizes. This and that male hormone birth control is really pissing me with off right now. Fuck.

More plz.

If you enjoyed the first cemetery experience, you won’t be disappointed with what follows. Basically, there’s a caveat from here on out, if you didn’t already see this coming: any story or details that come directly from Cartman’s mouth need to be taken with a grain of salt, as to this day I still am unsure what to…

I don’t know whether or not ghosts exist, and I personally don’t care. However, this holier-than-though attitude that you’ve got is, frankly, very off-putting and ignorant. We’re still discovering things all the time. Gravitational waves were just officially proven. We’re still trying to understand quantum…

Your story just made me sad. I am sorry for the abuse you had to endure in your childhood and I certainly hope your life is much better now.

I’m grey, so there is a good chance no one will ever read this.

Oh pish! there are still many things about time, space and our brains that we don’t understand. it’s fine if you choose not to believe, but that’s not proof of anything one way or another.

Would love to hear more! Especially what was off about your ex.

Finally have an opportunity to share some of my stories after reading hundreds of these the past few days! This will be part one of a few different tales, so sorry it’s long but I’m laying the groundwork for what happens a couple years later.

I do people’s taxes for a living in Toronto. A few years ago a new client came to me and told me about this house flip he’d done — house prices in the city were skyrocketing, and because of Canadian tax laws, a person could make a lot of tax-free money by buying a house, renovating it, and reselling it at a massive…

I’ll give out the first one. Why not?

LOL “I have not one but two stories involving ottomans,” that made me laugh for some reason!

A nice sweet story. Well done. You did Maria proud.

Fuckkk!!! The TERROR!!! I know this so well. Years ago we lived in a non-descript 2/2/1 in a mild little neighborhood, with nothing really going on. My son, who was maybe two at the time, started to have night terrors almost as soon as we’d moved in. We would wake to his terrified shrieks almost nightly and each…

I’ve never posted, so this might live in the greys forever. But!

Those proton packs, I’ll take them all. Thanks!

“the spirit that scared you as a child meant you harm, and you will have two more such visitations in your lifetime.”