Bulls center Damian Jones

Working in a kitchen would be a problem - you see, Jacqueline Kent Cooke.

It took me a long while (like years) to get up the nerve to do it. You’ll know when it’s right. I’m so scared, but it’s not the end of the world. I have a good job, friends to hold me up & a cute doggo. You have your boys & us here (or at least me!). Here’s to us and our strength!

Glad we’re still here, too!!! Good for you on leaving him. I’m working towards that myself now. We’ve been married 20 years but quite a few of those years were hellish... I want to be happy. I deserve to be happy and alive with my boys. Here’s to us and a brighter future!

Gods, you could be me writing this. Sending all the love I can right now as I prepare to leave my husband of 13 years. We were in Sedona, AZ last year & made a trip to the Grand Canyon. Standing on the edge, staring down, knowing this was a happy time & wouldn’t last at all. How much easier everything would be if I…

This story belongs to my dear friend, we’ll call her Dee. We grew up in in the same tri-city area, but didn’t meet until our 20’s. She became my very best friend- and has remained so for 15+ years, even when we moved to opposite ends of the country.

My 100% true story is pretty brief but still scares me over a year later...

When I was in college, there was a well-known peeping Tom who would often be seen staring through women’s windows. Many students lived off campus in rented houses, including me, and this was the area he habituated, though I never saw him looking through my window. Then he escalated to breaking into women’s houses and…

NOPE

Cats are nature’s way of testing our reflexes and whether we deserve to live!

I feel like the douchebag energy from boyfriend’s parents were feeding the haunting, personally.

No. Look At Me didn’t end up raped on the floor. This is worse.

You’re too kind! If I had known the post would come around so early I actually would have been prepared, by the time I get around to writing anything of substance down it will probably be next year, but I’ll have a crack nonetheless.

NOPE NOPE NOPE. I have experienced that will-not-turn-around moment before and the “ebbing out of the room” is totally accurate. 

FUCK YES THE BEST TIME OF YEAR. Aside from the fact that this thread is already 500 posts deep and I am but a lowly grey so even though I have a trove of scary ass stories there is probably little to no chance anyone will read them, so I’ll entertain myself by reading everyone else’s submissions. Alone. In the dark. In…

Holy shit. My son is deeply scared of his own bed (but not anybody else’s) and says that “the gap” is what frightens him. ....I wonder if there’s something to it.

I’m thinking the boyfriend was behaving weirder. The creeper was weird, probably dangerous, and definitely way the fuck out of line; but for your boyfriend to have no reaction, and be totally down with keeping it a secret is completely strange and incomprehensible.

I just laughed my ass off.

Aww, it was like a puppy, following you around the house!

Alright, been debating writing this down because I’ve been trying to get it out of my mind. This story has a few different facets and I have no idea what to make of all of it.