Wisconsin! So maybe Dog Man has started branching out into Packer Territory.

So, the Mothman? That’s my fucking nightmare OHMYGOD.

Such a ghost would be welcome in my house anytime!

You and your friends sound a lot like me and my friends in high school. We, too, would have almost certainly become obsessed with this house.

My parents live in a wooded area, and I know that “Oh shit something just ain’t right” feeling followed by a mad, adrenaline-fueled sprint back home very well.

I’m a social dancer (latin mostly), and I gotta say that clothing that looks like “real” clothes that I can actually move and sweat a little in, but that I can still wear out to dinner before heading to a dance party and not look like I’m headed to the gym are EVERYTHING I NEED. (Not these though. These are too…

I am shopping around for houses right now, and now I’m petrified that I might accidentally buy a haunted one.

We do this exercise too at my martial arts school. We call it the “lizard walk.”

My husband and I were just talking about this the other day.

Yep. My dad hates Trump. Seeing his beloved party nominate him damn near broke his heart. But he’s a Ted Cruz fanboy and has followed him into the #neverhillary camp.

... Serial killer one? Sign me up.

My favorite thing to do at haunted houses is to run ahead of my group and give the actors the names of my friends, so they can run up to them and be like, “KELSEEEEEY. KELSEEEEEY. I’m gonna kill you Kelsey” or whisper “Well hello, there Dominic ... will you be my friend? I just killed my last friend.”

I wish there were eerie (but not aggressively scary!) haunted houses where you could just wander around and maybe interact with actors in a story with no jump scares or spiders, for gentle wusses like me.

OK ... Step aside, ladies. I’d do it.

Or at the very least if they’re going to ruin the character, make him have an affair with Lorelai. He had more chemistry with her anyway.

#TeamDeanDeservedBetter! He wasn’t a genius, but they turned him into a dumb cheating lug, just to make that whiny emo kid look better.

I can’t handle horror either. I could *barely* make it through Stranger Things (it was so damn good, I pushed through anyway), but I was constantly screaming “OhGodOhGodOhGod” at the TV, squirming around and hitting my husband during the jump-scares.

Are we related?

I couldn’t find the damn thing either and was feeling so left out.

My husband is from a culture where you invite literally everyone you have ever known to the wedding, so cutting the guest list was never an option (unless I wanted to forever alienate my in-laws).