“Why go with Veronica when Betty is just so fine!”
That tongue is a valuable asset & I think Holly has noticed.
i’d settle with holly.
I rather go with holly
What’s the big deal, Onion? Holly’ is much better than Priscilla. Go date her instead. What- you scared?
Y’all just might have something, there!
And hey, everybody — While I’ll enjoy all the comments I can get on the comic as usual, I want to also invite you to tell your personal ghost stories here in the comments. Anybody who’s experienced something weird first hand, tell us about it!
My encounter with a ghost:
When I was a child, my family would spend a week “up north” on Lake Michigan every summer. We rented out a creepy old cottage, right on the water. I slept in a big room adorned with an alien looking wall clock, a strange rug, and a rocking-chair. The room had a big window that looked out onto the lake. I fell asleep…
I woke up startled. Something was amiss! Had I heard a noise and woken up? Something was wrong! I looked around the room. The rocking chair was gone! To my horror, the big bay windows burst open and an old-ghost-woman riding on the rocking chair flew into the room. She looked at me with crazy eyes and cackled like a witch: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
And then I woke up for real. So freaked out! The window was shut, whew. The rocking chair was in it’s right place…but I could swear I saw it rock a little back and forth….back and forth….
Still spooks me a little to this day!
Good one! Sounds like Baba Yaga, riding on her mortar and pestle!
Maybe it was just the dream of a scared kid. Or maybe that dream was the result of an actual visit from some denizen of another dimension.
I want an ectoplasmometer!
gawl dang, holly got them large assets.
But Holly has more Fat Back, he should be delighted that Onion Puss!
Is Laddle laddle laddle a spongebob reference?
Not intentionally, but I guess it does kinda sound like his crazy laugh (is that what you mean?).
DAMN Holly’s got a fine ass on her. Why not go for her?
I have never had any encounters with ghosts or things that could maybe be ghosts I am afraid. I lead a boring life D:
Y’all’s crazy. Jen is clearly the hottest.
That’s what Gavin thinks, too!
Good night, everybody, and thanks for another nice week. The floor will remain open here for your true-life tales of mystery. Anybody? Anybody?
See ya next time!
Don’t worry Onion Puss, dat ass’ll protect you from harm.
Around here we have this teenager ghost story that you should take a pack of cards and stick the Queen of hearts onto a mirror. Then you say her Secret Name ( never got around that ) around three times and she comes and gets freaky on your dick. This story appears frequently around small hours in teenager forum boards with somebody always asking: “I did everything right. How long will it take her to get here?”, to which the correct answer is “As long as it gets for the escort service to driver her to your den from the brothel.”
Might be a little late for this since I missed Sunday, but here goes –
Back when I was around 15 we lived in a house on 4th street in my town. It was a pretty decrepit piece of shit, there had been no upkeep on the damn thing, ever, so rent was pretty cheap.
Much like most houses, we didn’t notice anything, not right away anyways. At first it was pretty minor things, if you were in the basement sometimes you’d hear someone walk across the dining room, even if you were the only person home, stuff would go missing and then turn up later exactly in the spot you were looking for it.
I remember one night I woke up, it was around 2AM and it sounded like my parents had guests over, like muffled talking downstairs, I crept out of my room and crept down the staircase, only to discover the living room completely dark and silent.
Things got progressively worse the longer we lived there. After living there for awhile, the house seemed to have a bad aura or something, like you’d walk into the house and it just felt like something was bearing down on top of you, it didn’t want you there and it made you feel uncomfortable the entire time you were in the house. It wasn’t just family who felt this presence, many friends and visiting relatives would often refuse to stay at the house, rather spending the money and staying at a local motel.
My sister’s room was also overly eerie – pets refused to go into the room, if you brought them in, they’d fight tooth and claw to be let out. At some point my sister woke me up in the middle of the night crying that there had been a strange man standing at the foot of her bed, I never seen him, I have to take her word on it.
So the master bedroom downstairs had a weird hole in the wall, like someone dug into it with a spoon or something. My Mom tried her best to patch it up, having worked as a contractor as well as property maintenance for apartments, she knew a lot of tricks and techniques, sometimes the patch would fail in a few days, sometimes a few weeks, but at some point the patch the hole in the wall always failed.
One day we came home from shopping and my Mom went to get something from her bedroom only to find the door wasn’t opening. There were no locks on the inside of the door so we couldn’t figure it out. After getting some tools we removed the door from the frame and discovered her antique solid wood dresser had been pushed in front of the door. This thing took two adults to move with all of the drawers out, it was even heavier when all 6 drawers was full of clothes. The house was on a raised foundation, so even on the first floor, you couldn’t easily access the windows on the first floor, you’d need a ladder, even then we never removed the storm windows, so many of us doubt anyone broke into the house just to move a dresser.
Why do I bring this up, shortly before moving out of the house we found out there had been a murder/suicide at the house, apparently a husband came home to discover his wife cheating on him in the master bedroom, he blew her head off in the bedroom then killed himself in the basement.
Wow, good one! Thanks, Jeremy.
Nobody said it yet?
100% True story:
Fooling around with a Ouija board with some friends when I was younger, they wanted to light some candles and channel some dead people. After a few minutes of sitting around with nothing happening, I decided to “channel the spirits” myself (AKA “screw this, i’ll just move the damn thing!”) So they asked questions and I made some crap up about some restless spirits and whatnot. They took their hands off after a bit realizing that I was a good “channeler” ( :P )
This goes on for a little bit, and I’m having fun making up stories when one of the guys says “I want to talk to my grandfather!” He was getting a little serious about this and I didn’t want people to realize that I was pulling their legs, I wanted to stop. But everyone insisted, so after much pressure I gave in and started “channeling” his gramps, figuring I could try to make him feel better. I tell him that everything’s okay and not to worry and tried to answer questions as vaguely as possible, when all of a sudden he gets glassy-eyed and asks “Grandpa, what was the nickname you had for me? You know, what you used to call me when you’d push me on the swings?”
Crap! I thought I was totally busted, so I stalled for a second or two and just let my hands wander and see what happens. T. B. Good Bye. I took my hands off and gave them a shake. In all honesty, the only thing I could think of was, “Did he sit on a rusty nail and get tuberculosis? What a meaningless pair of letters, oh well.
And then he started to cry.
“My grandfather’s nickname for me was Teddy Bear.”
I’ve never touched a Ouija board since.
Pretty darn crazy!
In terms of ghost evidence, I’m thinking — First, for argument’s sake, let’s assume that the TB/Teddy Bear connection wasn’t just a wild coincidence, and that SOMETHING happened there. Now, if it did, is there any reason it has to be a ghost? If your subconscious brain was able to read the guy’s mind, then guide your hands to the right letters, no life after death is actually necessary for this to happen. But maybe it WAS the granddad coming through! Who can know?
Soooo did Tab just bolt out of the building in fear?
He tried to play it off for a moment, then he muttered to Gavin, “I have to, uh … I’m supposed to … bye.” Then he handed him the Demon Detectors and walked out. I feel terrible for him. Let’s not even talk about it.
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