What’s unnecessary is for you to be so rude. You aren’t being asked to critique a novel. This isn’t even a yelp review. I’m sorry for whatever shittiness currently exists in your own world, but spreading it around never  helps.

When I was 10 years old in the 1990's in the Central Valley, California, I had already become the procrastinator I am today. I was up late working on a major term paper for our 4th grade class. It was never normal for me to stay up past midnight on a school night (or ever, really), but the research report was due the…

These are tremendous one paragraph stories. 

Two short stories - both told to me by the folks it happened to in NYC, and for some reason I found super creepy.

1 - My friend “Mickey” had some time to kill one afternoon so he went into a well known midtown Irish pub for a pint of Guinness (or 2 or 3). As he is leaving the bar, he notices a disheveled older guy…

In 2021 when the country started to open up, I got a job offer and a nice moving package and so I ended up living in an AirBnb for four months while my husband stayed back to sell our house. The rental was a townhome built in 1784, so old and sparsely remodeled that you could still see the outline of a bricked up…

Didn’t bother reading a single word of this story. Any story this long is complete BS.

7257 words in case anyone was wondering. I got bored and stopped reading, then my thumb cramped up from scrolling (and scrolling and scrolling) to get to the end. How was it?

When I was 19 and trying to make some money for college, I worked part-time as a personal assistant for an interior designer whose office was located in an old Victorian style house in the downtown district of my hometown.

This is my family’s ghost story. My great-grandfather was a sea captain out of Leith, Scotland; during WWII he was the pilot of a steamer, the Dresden, that carried cargo between Great Britain and continental Europe. This was dangerous work, as the English Channel and the North Atlantic were both patrolled by German…

I spent the first few months of this year living in a small residential treatment center for eating disorders. I’m grateful for the experience; I was suicidal at the time and going there quite literally saved my life. The treatment center was in an old Victorian house in a small mountain town. The kitchen, dining…

About 10 years ago I worked in a hotel that is famously believed to be haunted. One of my first roles at the hotel was working as a Night Auditor. As soon as anyone I knew heard I was working night shifts in that building they’d ask me if I had seen the ghosts and I’d always reply with “I wish”. I LOVE ghost stories…

My parents are currently selling our childhood home after 35 years, so my siblings and I have been thinking and talking about our many memories growing up there. Including the ghost that has always been around, from the beginning.

Living in the perpetual drought of California, I’m going to have to acknowledge that demon dog-rat had a valid point and was using its dark, guttural voice for the greater good. . .

Okay, this is the first story that’s actually freaked me out this year. Well done! 😁

Sounds like an opossum. They are particular about conserving water.

The Voice from the Water

AGH!!!

My mom, aunt, and grandmother have been telling this story for as long as I can remember.

It was the Tuesday before Thanksgiving about 10 years ago. My spouse was still at work, and our two young daughters were off with my mom, who had picked them up after school. I walked into the kitchen after our dog greeted me at the door.

When I was in 3^rd grade (about a billion years ago), I went to this little Catholic school in a very blue collar neighborhood. It wasn’t the best area, but it wasn’t the worst, either—narrow streets with dense rows of duplexes, tiny strips of lawn, and a bar on every corner (seriously). Our house was only five blocks…