We live in a hundred-year old brownstone. When we moved in, my second child was just starting to talk, and he would often talk to the wall, it seemed, and he would laugh and laugh. Once he started talking better I asked him who he was talking to and he answered, "The man." When I pressed him, he said, "The man who…

No joke. I don't even know how many hours I sat here last year.

Oh my god, yes! We did call him Moses! I am about the same age as Elizabeth Smart and grew up in the same neighborhood. I used to take the city bus home from my downtown junior high with him everyday. I remember complaining to my mom one day that there are crazy people like Moses on the bus. And she said, "Yeah sure,…

I was home alone one night while both of my roommates were out. We lived in an old house a few blocks off campus that looked like any one of us could have built with no formal carpentry training. It was a tiny house that looked like it could fall apart at any moment. That night, my doorbell rang and I hesitantly…

None of us are sleeping well tonight, LOL.

That is just fucking terrifying. My god... Seductive, abusive ghost boyfriend. Part of me wonders what would have happened to you if you hadn't switched with your sister.

Me irl since last year so no, I won't be reading.

When I was about ten, I finally told my mom about a recurring nightmare I'd been having for as long as I could remember. In the dream I knew I was very, very young. I was sitting in the grass next to a lake with my (dream)mother. Dream Mother wore an old-looking white dress and was focused on something in her lap. I…

I was scrolling and saw the word "goat man" and knew I should've stopped but I didn't and this is all my own fault and also how are you alive that is terrifying

No joke, serious love-hate relationship with it! I have already glanced over my shoulder twice and it's still daylight! I have fun plans with friends tonight but all I want to do is curl up with blanket and read these!

AND YOU REMEMBER IT AT THE WORST TIMES!! I AM YELLING BECAUSE IT IS FRIDAY. IT IS A VERY OLD JEZ TRADITION.

A few years ago I was staying at a writing retreat in the south of Ireland. Gorgeous old manor house, lovely rooms, charming people - but there was no TV, no internet, no phone signal. The only things to do other than write was spend all night talking and drinking, go skinny dipping in the lake with the swans or go…

When I was 17 years old, I was an avid romance reader. I'd sneak all of my mother's Harlequin novels and lock myself in my bedroom and just absorb all of it's cheesy, dramatic, goodness. So when I started dreaming of this dashing, young fellow in a breezy, ruffled, white shirt (think Fabio or whatever any man on a…

I KNOW! I SCARE MYSELF SHITLESS EVERY YEAR.

So I told what I thought was the one story I had that was spooky story worthy. But then this happened over Christmas:

So it's the early 70s/mid 70s. My dad's driving around late at night in either Wisconsin or Michigan (don't recall which, he was traveling across the country). He's on the highway and he suddenly sees a light behind him, like one of those undercover cop cars. He pulls over, and so does the cop car. He waits for the…

I once heard a ghost fart.

Ugh, last year my husband was working late when these came out. When he got home, I was under a blanket with my laptop and cat in the dark. He took away my laptop and we watched The Jerk until I was feeling better. WORTH IT.

"And remember to vote Sarah Palin for Best Boom Operator in 2014!"

"Guys, please vote for someone in this position who ISN'T A TOTAL FUCKING WHACKADOO!!"