A lot of you are talking smack about these cultural superstitions without being part of the culture and understanding what these traditions mean. You guys are now cursed for insulting these ancient traditions, but fortunately for you I am in a forgiving mood and will break the curse on your bloodline for a small…

He continued, “And you dont even wanna be carpoolin’ no more neither? Whats wrong, man? You too good to ride in my Volvo station wagon? You scared to be seen in a ride thats got ice cream sandwich wrappers on the floor? You aint even real to me no more. You used to be from the streets, man. And I know you seen me at…

I am starting to have an almost violent reaction to the use of the word “females” in reference to women. It’s so dehumanizing.

I know I love empowering females. Female kittens, female rabbits, female goats, female cannabis plants, female ducks. YOU NAME IT!

Both these stories were scary, but I did burst out laughing when I read this:

I actually did stumble onto her on fb a few years ago when she liked a post of a mutual friend. I agonized for a few days before going for it. She didn’t reply to my friend request. I waited a few weeks, and then in a fit of frustration, I messaged her. “I understand if you never want to speak to me again after this,”…

Two Stories!

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs…

My mom tells us not to talk about it, but there is something sensitive about our family. We feel things, and then we bite our tongues to prevent bothers from thinking we are nuts.

It’s a Saturday night in the late 90s, and my friend Erin and I are hanging out in my basement, home alone. We were 13, and collectively far stupider than we were individually.

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

My grandmother was known in our family as “the psychic,” which was always said half-jokingly, but in truth she always freaked us out with the things she knew. Sometimes it was sweet and cute - we would take turns trying to surprise her with birthday or Christmas gifts, only to have her rightly guess what it was before…

I’d heard mumblings growing up of a strange incident involving my family and a famous murder, but my grandma refused to discuss it and I knew better than to ask around. After my great-aunt died and left behind 200 pages of memoirs, I finally got the full story.

Not so much scary, but definitely creepy, and a legendary story in my family.

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…

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.

I grew up in a 200-year-old house on an old pig farm. We were always digging up old stuff in the field and playing in the washhouse and climbing the old apple trees. It was very Tom Sawyer. We were absolutely, 100% not allowed in the barns because they were deathtraps. There were only five other kids nearby and we all…

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

Yessssss! I actually have a story this year! This happened in London this past May. I was splitting an airbnb with a couple women for a burlesque festival we were all in. I was the second to arrive and it was just me and one other woman the first night. As I was settling in, I was standing in front of the bathroom…