Worst Thanksgiving Ever

We never really had an extended family with which to celebrate holidays.  As such, our holidays were spent at our house comprised of me, my wife, and our 2 girls. We both had extended family, but neither me or my wife kept in touch with our respective kin. Earlier this week, we received a letter from my wife’s great uncle. According to him, his father, my wife’s grandfather, had passed away. Because the unfortunate death basically coincided with Thanksgiving, we were invited to his ranch house about 3 hours away to celebrate the holiday and pay any respects we might want to pay. After some discussion, we decided we would attend the funeral, and the Thanksgiving feast the next night. Since all we had planned this year was the same as the last however many, just our small family at the house, we thought it might be nice to do something different for a change. We set out yesterday morning and made it to our hotel at about 2am. We spent most of the day hanging out in the hotel, then made the half hour drive to her uncle’s house, where the wake was set up. We thought it was odd that the wake was at his residence, but they were strange people, according to my wife. Really, the only reason she agreed to go was because she vaguely remembered spending time with her grandfather when she was much younger, […]

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The Hospital In Happiness

If you ever find yourself in a town called Happiness, leave. Immediately. That is the best advice anyone will ever give you. Sorry for the length of this, I just hope my details will sway you from ever trying to find such a place, and dissuade you from sticking around should you ever find yourself there. I was driving cross country a few years ago, and I got what I’m certain was food poisoning somewhere in the midwest. After driving for about an hour, throwing up on the side of the road every 10 minutes, I decided to find the nearest hospital (since I didn’t know what was wrong with me at the time). I found I was nearly 2 hours away from the nearest town. Figuring I had no other choice, I began driving. After about 40 minutes, I drove into a town called Happiness. Happiness wasn’t marked on any map, or located on any GPS I had, but there were signs directing me to a hospital. I arrived at a place called Happiness General, which was located on the outskirts of the small town. The outside of the building looked very modern, relatively new even, so there was no cause for concern at the sight of the place. I parked my car in what was a mostly empty lot (which again didn’t surprise me, as it was a very small town I was in), and entered through the […]

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The Hatch

In my backyard, we have a koi pond. It’s been kind of a never-ending project of mine and my wife’s, something we’ve put a lot of time, effort, and money into in the 3 years we’ve lived in our house. A few weeks ago, we decided to extend it some, and I finally got started on what needed to be […]

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Why You Should Keep Your Toes In The Bed

Whether or not you do it yourself, surely you’ve heard of the fact that some people don’t like having their feet hang over the edge of their bed at night. I am one of those people, and I believe I have good reason. I was 10 years old, and we had recently moved into a new house. About two weeks in, I inexplicably started feeling very uneasy at night when I would go to bed. There was nothing outright scary happening, it just seemed as if the normal bumps and creaks in the night were amplified, like the darkness seemed darker, the shadows more pronounced. In the following weeks, my parents were going to order me a new, bigger bed, so unfortunately for the interim, I had to deal with my current bed, an old, worn out hand-me-down that was too short for me. It first started on a Tuesday night, I don’t know why I remember that but I do. At this point, I’d never had any experiences that would have made me afraid to have my feet hanging off the edge of the bed.  But that Tuesday night, I must have fallen asleep with my toes just past the threshold. At some point in the middle of the night, I was awoken by what felt like a pinching at the tips of my toes. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to […]

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The Fun House

I’m just going to say right away, that I have no answers for anyone. I don’t know what happened to me. I’m still having trouble accepting that it did indeed take place. There’s evidence of it happening with the marks on my body, and the clear, vivid memory of the events. But alas, this is what went on at a place apparently called “The Fun House.” I woke up in a room lit by nothing but the moonlight spilling inside through the windows. I was sprawled out on the hardwood floor of what looked like a living room. When I woke up, I was flat on my stomach, and upon lifting my head and observing my surroundings,I noticed a thick, palpable layer of dust on the floor, and in turn on the side of my face. I stood up, finding myself to be barefoot. I was in the middle of a set of dust-covered furniture. One long couch, a loveseat, and a big chair with an ottoman, all fixated to make the as-of-now fireplace the center of attention. This house was literally what nightmares are made of. The furniture was all dated at least 60-70 years, as were the black and white and sepia-toned pictures that lined the walls. Every movement created a seemingly amplified creaking sound that filled the entire house. The air inside the abode was damp and heavy, and made it feel like gravity was working overtime. […]

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I’ve worked in a cemetery/crematorium for years, and I have some things to share

I work at a funeral home/cemetery/crematorium combination in the Midwest. I got into the job when I was 16 years old, and started by cutting the grass one summer while waiting for school to start back up. My plan was to work there until college. College didn’t really work out, but the couple that owned the funeral home and therefore ran the cemetery seemed to take a liking to me, so they offered me full time employment. This in turn gave me more responsibility, such as digging graves, arranging burial plots the night before a funeral, general office work, and in recent years, preparing bodies for funerals, crematorium duties, and night security on some occasions. This job has, without a doubt, changed me from a skeptic to a full-fledged believer in the paranormal. The owners who hired me are an older couple who run it with their children, and they warned me when I started taking on more responsibilities that I would more than likely see some things that scared me, and that would be unexplainable. They were right. But they also assured me that as long as I watched my step, I wouldn’t be in any danger, and for the most part, they were right. Even so, though, there have been plenty of times that I’ve seriously considered quitting. I just thought you guys might enjoy some of the weird shit I’ve seen around the cemetery. _____ I suppose […]

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