This is how we know they find her sexy and are mad their performance anxiety kept them from shooting game to that Black woman they liked. To think some other white man is getting her drives them to angry distraction.
This is how we know they find her sexy and are mad their performance anxiety kept them from shooting game to that Black woman they liked. To think some other white man is getting her drives them to angry distraction.
It’s the moooooooost wonderful tiiiiiiiiiime of the year! Thanks for your stories everyone. I’m spooked!
Great choices - can’t wait to see the next round of stories later this week.
I love the idea of a ghost-cat sent to escort our babies to the other side. It’s spooky but also comforting.
backstory: the school I work at in Vancouver, BC is being seismically upgraded, as are many because many of the schools built in VSB are gaining on 100 years old. In March (2020), before spring break, we all tirelessly packed up our entire classrooms in boxes to be moved over Spring Break to our ‘new school’ for the…
Not the point of the story, I know, but your dreams sound amazing
Well isn't that sweet ... Or spooky ... Swooky haha. I love this one!
Your opening sentence alone is worth a star :)
I also love the word ‘psychopomp’, although I normally associate it with birds.
Fun read, and also, kind of cool to think you might have a kitty grim reaper / personal rainbow bridge concierge service in that house.
Loved this one, not because it was the spookiest, but because of your verbal acuity. Nice work.
I posted this story last year, but I was sort of late in my submission and it ended up buried about 5,000 comments down. Now, two days into the contest and there’s already 365 comments! Well, here’s hoping it gets seen this year.
I’ve got one I call “Old Gray Thing” that I always forget to post. It was a paranormal encounter but I’m still not sure what exactly it was, and I’ve always been curious if anyone else has seen one too. I’m doxxing myself if anyone I know reads this, but here goes nothing...
When I was 14 I worked in a doll shop on the first floor of an old colonial house.
I told this one before, but I posted really late so I’ll try again this year.
My mother would have vivid dreams about me being raped and murdered when I was a teenager and for some reason she saw fit to share that information with me at the time instead of just saying, “Be careful out there!” As far as I know, I never came close to being raped and murdered as a teenager, but there was one night…
I do not want to scare you any more than you are but the 3:30 a.m. shit is particularly bad and suggests that the paranormal activity might not be caused by a human ghost (“incarnate energy” sounds like a kind euphemism to me...but those things usually don’t go away with ordinary house cleansings).
YOU STEPPED OUT OF THE TRUCK WHEN YOU HEARD TAPPING?!?! You are far braver than I am.
This is the scariest story I know.
Or the rest of the month...
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSS!