I was a bed wetter until I was like 8 or 9. One time at a slumber party I wet the bed in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping. So I took my underwear, rinsed them and stuck them in the freezer and staged the ‘frozen underwear’ prank on myself to cover my pee pee tracks and get some sympathy on side.…

He’ll probably have Melania do it.

Let’s be honest for a minute,

Ugh I felt too chubby to masturbate the other day. I got through it, though *heaving sigh* *lights cigarette*

I get all the way down here, and you do THIS?! ;(

When I was 10 my parents moved us from air force base housing to a split level home they bought rather cheaply. I remember having to stay with my godfather for a few months, because the house was a bit unlivable and needed repairs before we moved in. Every day my sister and I would be stuck in the big empty house…

I’m not a good storyteller and I’m not sure this is scary but here it goes.

I’m not a dreamer. I have one or two dreams that I remember in a year, and they fade in a day or two. They’re generally surreal - like having to compete in a motocross to the airport so I can go on a date with Bjork in Amsterdam.

I posted this a couple of years ago but it never got out of the treys. Might as well give it another try:

When I was about 7, my parents rented a house out in the country but a quarter mile or so in front of a quarry. It didn’t take long to get conditioned to brace yourself for the bone-rattling shake and cloud of dust that would accompany the quarry sirens, which sounded almost daily, and as a kid I even thought it was…

So this is going to be a long one but here it goes!

I was napping in our guest room one Monday morning when I woke up to hearing someone running up and down the stairs, and the swishing of track pants. ‘Give me five minutes Daniel,’ I said, assuming it was my son. Then I sat up with a start - it was Monday. My son was in school. The footsteps and swishing continued. I…

One of my great aunts owned a small farm in Wisconsin. Its was about 40-50 min outside of town and on weekends I’d sometimes go with my mom, brother, grandma, cousins, and whoever felt like going that weekend.

My niece sometimes points at the ceiling and calls out “Grandma!”. My sister has noticed her speaking at someone named Lynda in her bedroom.

I grew up in a tiny 2 bedroom house in the old part of town (suburb of SF) with my parents and my brother and sister. For as long as I lived in that house (from about 2 months old - 11 years old) and for as long as I can remember, I had night terrors that would make me lunge awake screaming, sweating and sobbing. It…

This is a bit of a long one, sorry.

I’ve been reading these stories for a few years now, and I thought I should finally write about what happened. About the cold woman.

Uggggh mine is so long, but it always spoops people IRL. Here goes.

This is not a story of how I was scared but how I likely inspired someone else’s story.

Yes, I have been waiting for this! I’ve always been away before, but this time I am ready, though I’m in the grays. Oh well.