I’m sure this will be buried, and it’s not terribly frightening, but it involves supernatural phenomenons/phenomena/whatever:

A bakery I worked at had just gotten a new client, and to keep up with demand we’d had to add an overnight shift to prep stuff for the early shifts when they came in. As the manager, I worked the first few weeks of the shift myself (alone) so that I could train whoever we hired later to do it.

Dude, helpful ghosts can be incredibly nice. The ghost in our house was a dick to me throughout my childhood (I posted about it last year, but I would have to dig through last year’s entries to find my story), but after my father died when I was ten and my mother and her new husband got really, really abusive, that…

I wrote about a different creepy thing last year that happened in this same house, but I can’t find that post anymore (Thanks, Kinja!). Anyway, here’s another one that happened about a year before that other one.

When I was 13 my mother inherited the house where my grandfather dropped dead from an alcohol-induced heart attck at 52. The house was in Holland and so we upped sticks and moved to a country where none of us spoke the language and where we had no family (the old shit died alone).

This is a story my grandmother told me when I was a kid —

Okay, I’ve tried to post this one a couple times, but it always gets buried. Maybe I’m in early enough this year?

Reposting my tale of my almost-murder from last year.

So when I was around 6 years old I slept with this old, mustard yellow blanket. And every night I would have a dream about a monster that would creep into my room, stop at the end of my bed, and eat the blanket. In the morning the blanket was gone, when I got home from school the blanket was back. This went on for…

Right before I turned 21 I moved to a new city, transferred colleges, and got an apartment by myself. I picked a place out on the third story of a rambling old Victorian mansion - a modest studio with white metal cabinets from the 1950's and a rusted fire escape which always gave me bad feelings. It was metal, and…

Ok, I love this time of year, so forgive the new account, but I wanted to tell the story my grandmother told me. I can’t vouch for it completely, but she’s a very no-nonsense woman and I’ve never caught her in a lie (besides maybe how many martinis she’s had). Anyway, we’ll call her Betty. Betty grew up in Kansas in…

Not scary, but very sweet and probably nothing. 2005 my ex bf dies suddenly of a massive heart attack. He was an eccentric artist who loved to dance on his family’s graves and scatter pennies everywhere. After his funeral, we do the same for him. A few months later, I’m getting ready to take a shower and throw my…

I have a story.

Love this feature when I discovered it last year! I wrote something up in preparation for this Halloween:

Ok, ok. We get it. You’re still into a thing that should’ve been over by the late 90's, you feel the FBI is out to get you & your leaders, and you’re probably sticky to the touch. But why did you have to schedule your rally the same weekend as the Juggalos?

Nobody thought it was strange that the titles of two of his collections were “Tous Les Yeux Sur Moi” and “Strictement Pour Mes Niggas” 

I have my dead neighbor’s military coat from his World War 2 service. He didn’t have children and was 91 when he died. I was friendly with him the last years of his life and helped him out some (his grouchiness put people off but he was really just sad and lonesome). He was 6'6" tall (Navy submarine service, can you…

I was going with Jordan but yours works too.

“Also, it was briefly warm before turning cold again, and in that moment, I decided I hated everything I owned and felt compelled to replace it.”

All the bottles are still white, tho.