I’d be happy if we could separate out the abusing animal stories. I seriously do not want to read any of those.

But it adds to the suspense! I rather like it! “...like a box of chocolates, you never know what you gone get!" 😁

I posted a story last year kind of late and don’t think I got out of the greys, so here’s to traditions. This is a new one.

I live in a condo complex of attached townhouses. On one side there’s an older lady (in her very late 80s) and two of her middle aged children. They’re all pretty friendly, in that old Italian…

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.

I read them on my phone because I don’t have internet at home, and last year I would leave the tab open, come back to it later, and it would refresh and I would lose my place. Luckily it hasn’t happened yet this year, but every time I go back to my tab there is a wave of fear that it will refresh. Basically my point…

This is my first time posting, and I apologize for the length. I have never physically written any of this down, so once I got started, it just poured out.

When I was 23, I traveled for the first time to Seattle with my mom, dad and 17 year old sister. We went to check out the university and do some generic sightseeing. This was back in the dark ages of AOL and dial up, so my mom used AAA to find and book a hotel in a rather random industrial neighborhood. I think she…

I wanted to submit this last year after reading this thread for a few years but missed the deadline. This happened to me years ago with my now-husband. He and I had been living in NYC for several years while he completed his graduate program. We had relocated from Seattle originally years before, and the move had…

In the summer of 2008, my now husband Adam and I got engaged. Our relationship had been a bit of a whirlwind and in the week following our engagement, we went on a mini break with his extended family, who had come over from the States to the UK to stay in a big Air BnB type property; a period farmhouse in the…

In the late 1960s, my mom lived with her parents and three sisters in a ranch-style house in a middle-class neighborhood. Throughout the summer, the neighborhood had been plagued with a series of strange nocturnal incidents - dogs growled inexplicably, back gates were left open, outdoor items were moved around. A few…

This isn’t really scary, but definitely creepy.

My best friend up to my tween years was a hardcore Catholic Filipino named Carlo.

It was the week of Halloween in 2011 and I was 19. I had agreed to house-sit for a family friend while she was in Disneyworld for a week. The house, built by her father, was a bit off the beaten path and set near a meadow up against dense woods. It was a simple two-story that probably hadn’t ever been updated and it…

Since this was posted just over 24 hours ago and has almost 1,000 replies already and there’s almost no chance that you will see this or the story I might try to submit, maybe consider a different platform next year? Love to read through this and look forward to it every year, but if I want to read all of them, I have…

My mother grew up in Louisiana; Kenner, to be exact, and although she moved to Georgia after her mother died, almost all of her extended family were in Louisiana. My great-grandmother lived in this tiny little house in this tiny little town called St. Francisville, where she had worked giving plantation tours in her…

It was a hot, dry summer in the 1970's and I was precocious pre-teen. My parents were likely going through a bout of their usual martial strife and always looked to farm me out (literally) for several weeks of the summer to my cousin’s place in the country. A very rural area, plenty of farm and ranching land, but…

This is a totally true story. It’s odd so make of it, what you will.

So true. The only person I dated who had an appropriate sense of danger was my most recent ex, who I am totally not over and it’s breaking my heart, who was once mugged at gunpoint. I think that kind of thing gives dudes an idea of shit to be frightened of. His room is right next to the bathroom so we often had drunk…

My uncle was a paranoid schizophrenic and deeply disturbed. He was a minster when I was a child, but by the time I was in middle school he was off the reservation, so to speak. He had fantasies about marrying the Virgin Mary. He wouldn’t wear the color green because the Rolling Stones were using green to persecute…

Ok. So this story is about how my mother saved my father from dying.