"My name is Ms. Stewart, not Ms. Dodai."

Rape is sexual assault.

Wine.

So exciting to see GT's own Burt writing a dirt bag! I knew you before you were famous, so when you get super famous I can be the source or "old friend" who gives weird quotes to tabloids. YES!!!

She's an Indian, not a Jew. Get your stereotypes straight.

I was just watching a documentary on the chimpanzee. I enjoyed watching the part where mumma chimpanzee put the placenta in a waterproof bag and then blogged about it. AHH NATURE.

For all those who work late nights in high-rises…

Right okay. This is not going to be popular.

Oh hell yeah. My husband and I had a German Shepherd who was smart and loyal, and after saving our lives a few times in various scrapes, she was counted as a fully fledged adult member of our family, and was treated like a princess of her kind. She had her own purpose bought microfibre couch, and she slept on the end…

Start with any one you want but don't stop until you've posted them ALL!

Oh man! Being in Chicago, I think "Resurrection Mary" but in your story she looked elderly.

Mine would be about from my childhood home.

Where do I begin? I have at least five stories. I grew up living across the street and playing in the town graveyard for starters.

Actually we haven't won. Still pressing for more votes! We are way behind some contestants! There is a dog with a sheet over its head with over 1000 votes and another dressed as the bird mascot from twitter with even more! Please promote that we still need people to vote for our Wrecking Ball Pug Tottie! https://www.fa…

This happened to a family friend of mine. I like this story a lot, because although it does involve ghosts, it makes me fear them less.

I don't know if this thread has trailed off yet, but I realized that I haven't shared the scariest thing that's ever happened to me yet, so I have to post.

My story is somewhat related. Ouija board, little girls' sleepover at a friend's house, inquiry about Elvis. I don't remember the question or answer, but after inquiring about Elvis, a framed picture jumped off the wall. We all bolted of the house, schreeching like the wimps we were.