That is so much more terrifying than a ghost. I hate this. (I’m certain this was a sick, twisted fuck of a human). Just fuck all of that. I honestly don’t know how you came back.
That is so much more terrifying than a ghost. I hate this. (I’m certain this was a sick, twisted fuck of a human). Just fuck all of that. I honestly don’t know how you came back.
When my dad was a teenager in the late 1950s, he used to work as a dishwasher at a Mexican restaurant that was near the local cemetery. To get to work, he could either walk the long way around the cemetery, which was twice as far, or cut straight through it. More often than not, he’d opt to go through the cemetery.
And here’s another tale from my mom’s time in the lab:
Posted this last year way too late and it got lost:
Oh man! With your forum icon and some of the geographical details, I was going to ask if this was in Cedar Park, Texas. Between “snowmobiles” and any mention of elevation, I imagine it was somewhere else!
Either way, this is eerily similar to the only story I have about being lost in the woods. It was the 90's, my…
MOMS KNOW!!!!
sighs and goes, “That’s why you don’t go into that area to the west.”
Sounds like it’s Unplottable.
I never really Kinja anymore except for during the spooky stories postings and it’s nice to see you again! I always like your stories.
Faeries? I smell faeries.
Your mom has to have stories! agh!
Oooh this is a good one
Wait- was the red eyed thing also from near the quarry? This whole story is legitimately scary.
Creepy woods story, love it!
Where do you live- the Bermuda triangle? Fuck. This one’s good.
Wow! Wtf is out there! Sounds like an X-Files episode
This happened when I was living in Chicago in 2015 in a three floor walk up apartment building. Only 3 units that shared the stairwell - mine being the middle. One night I was in a hurry to meet friends for a night out. Around 4am, my boyfriend and I came home very drunk to my apartment door wide open. We went through…
Dude, that was Chuck Cunningham! He famously went upstairs in season two of Happy Days... and never came back down.
Can I also plead that we don’t need to know the layout of your entire house to hear about something scary that happened inside? The long, overly detailed and confusing architectural descriptions are nearly a convention at this point.
Good. Is this still a white supremacist nation? Yes. Is US policing still an inherently and unreformably white supremacist institution within that white supremacist nation? Yes. Does this represent real justice? No. Can the legal structures of the US provide real justice? No, of course not. Does this country still…