Alright, so I’m 21, not some hideous troll, got a decent figure, everything’s in place, and my rep is squeaky clean.

But today, holy shit, it hit me like a brick—I’m straight-up repelling guys, and I’ve got no damn clue why. Let me paint the picture for you. We’re chilling with a crew, vibes are casual, and somehow my friend and I end up crashing on a bed where this dude’s already sprawled out. Later, he dips to sleep in another room, but then comes back and slides in next to me. So, we’re just lying there, right? Then my friend strolls in, aiming to squeeze by the wall, but nope, she plops right in the middle. Next thing I know, this guy’s got his arms around her, and they’re out cold, cuddling like I’m invisible. I’m just lying there, feeling like a third wheel, until the mattress starts shaking and the bed creaks like a haunted house. Yeah, I got the hint—I’m the odd one out. So, I dragged my ass to another room to sleep off the humiliation.
#awkward #thirdwheel #rejection #fml

A couple of years back, I started getting these vile, creepy SMS messages from some unknown number, dripping with sleaze like, "I want you so bad, my balls are aching." Disgusted, I vented to my stepdad about it, and he just shrugged it off with a smirk, saying, "Guess someone’s got it bad for you." I tried to brush it off, ignoring the texts, and eventually, they fizzled out. But then, one day, that same number called me. I pick up, heart pounding, and who’s on the other end? My freaking mom. Turns out, the number belonged to my stepdad all along—he’d just let her use his phone because she was out of credit. To this day, I’m still haunted by the question: what the actual hell was that about?
#creepy #wtf #familydrama #mindblown

Digging in the garden with Grandpa, we unearthed a creepy-ass old box. Inside, a doll stared back at us, tangled in barbed wire like some twisted prisoner, stuffed into a kid’s onesie stained with god-knows-what. Grandma barked at us to leave it the hell alone. Did we listen? Fuck no. Since then, Grandpa’s leg has been falling apart—skin splitting open like rotten fruit, joints swelling like a bitch. Docs can’t figure out shit. That cursed doll? It’s chilling in the shed. Every damn time I step in there, I swear its gaze has shifted just a hair to the left, watching me like a predator.
#haunted #cursed #wtf #paranormal