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My (34M) complicated relationship with my crush (38F)

2020.09.03 04:08 Neither-Jelly-1787 My (34M) complicated relationship with my crush (38F)

My apologies in advance for the length, but this is an intricate situation.
Background: I've (34M) been friends with "Sarah" (38F) for about 3-4 years now. She used to work for my company and so we met through mutual work friends at our local bar (our Cheers). For most of that time, she was in a relationship with a guy (3 years) and everything was completely platonic between us. Almost exactly 1 year ago, she broke up with her bf. I was in an off-and-on relationship during this, but there was a night last October where our mutual friend basically put me on the spot asking if I'd date Sarah. I tried to play it off to the effect of "of course, anyone would be lucky to date Sarah". Fast forward to Thanksgiving Eve last year and my off-and-on relationship came to a fairly absurd end. I ended up hanging out with Sarah and a couple other female friends that night. Eventually, Sarah and I are alone and we made out. I chalked it off as a drunk mistake.
Fast forward to the day before this year's Super Bowl and we're at the bar with friends until eventually it was just Sarah and I. We were dancing all night in a pretty flirty way which eventually led us to sleeping with each other. I will admit that both of us were pretty drunk that night. The next week, I reached out to her and asked her if she wanted to go on a date. I find her to be funny, smart, caring, outgoing, and kind of a bitch sometimes (which I like). She explained that after breaking up with her ex, she decided that she wanted to be "independent" and focus on her family and career. That's essentially what I've done most of my life - work, family and being a bachelor, so I respect it.
Eventually, the lockdown happens and we were still hanging out together. We'd go on walks together with her dog and picnic at a couple of local parks at least once a week. During this, we really got to know each other. We talked about things that even my closest friends don't know about me. I truly felt like there was a connection there. In April, we made out multiple times in one weekend while picnicking at the park. After that happened, she started pulling away - not being responsive on texts and blowing off plans. A week later, we get on a Zoom call with our group of friends and just non-stop gives me shit. I was pissed and got off the call. I was hurt and needed some time away. We reconciled in mid-May after I did admit that I was starting to develop stronger feelings for her while still trying to respect her wishes to not be in a relationship. I loved spending time with her - I didn't care in what capacity.
In early June, I was at our bar pretty much all day with rotating groups of friends and eventually Sarah showed up. It was just her and I at the end (day drinking, so it was like 8pm) hanging out and talking. We decide to leave the bar, which is walking distance to both of our places. We stop at my apartment building front door and give each other a goodbye hug. The hug lingered, we shared an embrace and then she asked about "going upstairs". I said that I can't do it, as I really do have strong feelings for her and I don't want us having sex to ruin the friendship. Fast forward a couple of weeks and we're at her house with a mutual friend singing karaoke and dancing. Our friend seemingly passed out and she once again asked if I wanted to "go upstairs" to her bedroom. This time, I wasn't going to say no but our friend woke up and I decided to leave.
After that happened, we were still good for about a week before she once again started being unresponsive to texts and flaking on prior plans. I had a couple of friends over for a small 4th of July BBQ (6 people) and she was supposed to bring burgers, but never texted she wouldn't show up and didn't respond to any of my texts until the end of the day. I confronted her about this and she basically blew me off. Not sure what got into me, but a couple of days later I decided to "shoot my shot" again and asked her if there was a pathway towards building a relationship long-term. She gave me attitude for asking again while reiterating that we're friends and said the ball's in my court if that's acceptable.
I thought about it for a week or so and I realized that maybe taking some time apart would help. However, I did want to talk to her in person and so I asked if she had time available to talk over the weekend. She initially agreed and I asked what day/time works best - no response. On Sunday, I gave her a heads up as to when I'm available to talk. I get a response to the effect of - we have nothing to talk about. I said, OK, then I think it's best if we take some time and space away from each other. I also indicated that while I was trying to respect her words, her actions have made that impossible. We got into it and I ended it by reaffirming the need to take some time and space apart and I ended it with a paragraph that was positive but ambiguous as to when or if I'd reach out again. I was honestly furious.
That was a month and a half ago and we haven't spoken or texted since. I still think about her every day - I can't just throw away the deep feelings I have for her. At the same time, I'm still extremely upset that she wouldn't even talk to me. If we were actually friends, she would have talked to me. I do know that she's been stressed with work, so I do want to give her some benefit of the doubt.
I guess the questions are:
1) Do I reach out to her? Obviously, there's risk that she tells me to FO. Also, what would this accomplish if the same issues are there?
2) If I do reach out to her, when should I do so? I said a "few months" in my text. At the same time, I don't know if more time is going to make things better or worse.
3) If I reach out to her, how should I do so? Text seems a little cold. I can't just show up at her door. A call might freak her out. She does use Marco Polo, which would allow me to capture my body language and demeanor.
4) If I reach out to her, what do I even say?
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2020.09.01 20:03 Sanity0004 My overly documented and long winded journey through The Challenge for the first time. (Part 7: Rivals 2)

Alright I'm returning for another full season first watch and reaction thread. I hated Battle of the Seasons quite a bit, took a few days off without watching any Challenge, but I was starting to get an itch to get back to watching so my break didn't really last all that long. There's a quick small TL:DR at the end basically summing up my overall thoughts on the season. No real in depth look at anything, that's more throughout the notes.
Part 1: Fresh Meat - Duel 2
Part 2: The Ruins
Part 3: Fresh Meat 2
Part 4: Cutthroat and Rivals 1
Part 5: Battle of the Exes
Part 6: Battle of the Seasons
Rivals 2
EP 1:
Fucking Frank!
I love CT
Is this like 4 in a row for Jonna and Jasmine?
I for some reason didn't think Johnny was on this season.
Wes and CT? Get fucked everyone.
Oh god, Pennsetucky again.
Diem and Aneesa have beef?
Trey calling it true about Zach "He's extremely insecure."
"Thank god I got in a fight with one of the biggest guys."
Glad to see Emily again. Paula and Emily seems like an OP duo, can't see any girls comparing.
Shain Gandee and Pennsetucky back on my tv screen.
Dunbar calling someone else being bad at this game is hilarious.
Damn Jonna is cute!
Johnny and Frank?!?! What? I can't imagine this going well.
Ok, this challenge house may be the best to this point.
CT instantly flirting.
Johnny definitely politicking and putting himself as some house authority instantly.
Zach calling everyone a kid is annoying.
"CT's not intimidating" Ok bud, coming in trying to step up to the biggest guy, I see you. lol
About CT: "It depends on which one of his personalities comes out!" lol
Tyrie already slacking this season, falling asleep on a toilet. lol
Oh Nooooo Diem with cancer again! :(
Diem looks cute as hell with the short hair honestly. Quit wearing wigs!
This may be the most athletic full set of girls on a season yet. Not too many blatant standouts on the low side.
"60% fall rate" no one falls. Eat shit Johnny!
I would seriously think you can just chalk Emily and Paula in for the final and likely winning it. From episode 1. Not even joking. If Emily/Paula and Wes/CT aren't the two winners I'll be shocked.
My wife doesn't even watch this show except for the episode here and there and just saw Wes/CT were a pair and asked if that was fair lol
I love CT. Him giggling because he basically gets to tackle Wes over and over is great.
Tyrie and Dunbar lost? No way! lol
Calling Zach and Trey the pair that hates each other most? That seems weak. Zach just hates everyone.
CT gunning for Johnny? I didn't think I could love CT more. Throwing them against DunbaTyrie is a dumb joke tho lol You're just painting a target on yourself pointlessly when there is almost no way they'd lose.
At least everyone else realizes CT is being dumb.
Opposite sex decides? Wow, I like it. Politicking became more important.
CT calling Johnny on his shit! I love it. "You're going to tell everyone you'll take them to the final and pick em off little by little!"
Diem and her territorial-ness over CT shows up instantly!
Someone leaving already?!
Frank trying to talk shit, color me surprised. "A shot was made and a war was started. Now I'm going to finish it." Whatever you say Frank. I look forward to you randomly talking shit once someone is already in an argument so you can just gang up on someone and not be the only one on your side. Your schtick is tired and it's only been one season dude!
If there was anyone I think Dunbar and Tyrie could beat it'd be Derek and Robb.
Oh my god Dunbar is so god damn terrible. Even when you get to the bell first you fall and miss hitting it and have to get back up to hit it? You are awful dude. Sit down, retire. Seriously wow, you're awful.
Just terrible. Dunbar trying to put it on Tyrie haha god damn dude. Walk away.
Johnny honestly playing smart. Paint a common target for enough people and it keeps you out of being the target.
EP 2:
CT has a thing with ninja gear. This is like the third season he's brought up ninja gear.
What is with these challenge houses having terrible cooling? Everyone is literally camped in the living room for air?
Frank wanting to get in to a random argument that doesn't concern him? Wow, so refreshing. Once again it's only when it's like five people around arguing with one person that frank jumps in and screams over everyone. lol somehow Frank is the victim. I fucking hate this guy.
Ct is shit for pinning lying about hooking up on Anastasia, but it's shit on Anastasia to go around publicizing the shit. Wes actually talking truth. It's none of anyone's business.
Why does everyone hate Cara? I don't remember people out and out hating her this much. Something happen before the season or something? She said something about putting her foot in her mouth on twitter or something? Like I know there was some Wes/Paula/Tyler shit from Rivals 1 I think, but this seems like all around hate. Plus I think most of that beef was on Laurel.
Wes seriously seems so slimmed down from earlier seasons.
Wes you manchild! "I can't put my face in another mans crotch." Grow up
Why are these people so damn whiny. Now Preston too?
CT and Knight just grabbing each other and trying to do it is pretty hilarious. Why stop them? You could have just said they can't win lol
This comp does kinda suck though...
Diem acting like she is scared to death to be between Aneesa's legs? Trying to get the ball from around her legs? What?
The people that can't get up and decided to just roll the way lmao
Everyone hating Trishelle is a-ok with me. Sucks for Sarah though.
CT probably crossing his fingers hoping for Anastasia to get eliminated.
Sarah straight up asking Trishelle if she plans on quitting lol Damn Sarah
Diem, lose the wigs. The short hair is adorable and cute as hell.
You can kind of tell CT kinda gets off on Anastasia flipping out and thats kinda gross...
I am developing quite a crush on Jonna this season. She's coming to these elims with absolute fire looks.
CT giving help to Cara/Cooke haha
Why is Cara so damn greasy looking?
TJ has no time for people shit! "It's three minutes..." Basically suck it up and hang upside down for 3 damn minutes you baby.
Just gonna fall in your own piss Cooke? Really? I mean I guess it's motivation not to lose?
Wait...is one person using both saws cheating? It showed Cara and Cooke and Cooke was using both saws while Cara held on to Cooke so she wasn't moving all around. That seems counter to the point of the comp. I kind of miss the days of these challenges having intricate rules and technicalities. Ripping the flag in Duel 1 and the jeep push in sand in Gauntlet 3.
TJ talking shit again! "Guess you should smoke cigarettes and not eat?" I can't understate how much I love TJ talking shit.
Apparently these seasons have a communal fuck spot? Exes was the laundry room and I guess this season is the closet? First CT/Anastasia now Sarah/Jordan? lol They said "Nah, we're putting a camera in there this time."
EP 3:
Why are they suddenly naming these episodes after shows and movies? Have I just not noticed this before?
Good for the rookie dude being bi and owning it.
Fucking Shain Gandee dude. Jesus. He just instantly says "That's Marlin" like it's the fucking punchline of a hilarious joke. You can't for a second think that's funny. Oh now he's talking about melting a toothbrush and stabbing him? What?!
Trishelle repeating Robin's weird argument of asking Aneesa what she is? EEEESH
"TRASH-ELLE"!!!!!! Aneesa, I love you. Forget any negative things I said about you in the past.
"She's a stripper!" What? lol what does that have to do with anything? Not making a good argument when you're talking about all the things she is and then bringing up her being a stripper? Trashelle you have some high horse complex, for sure.
Sarah fucking calling Trishelle quitting days ago?!?! Definitely seems like there were some strong vibes coming off Trishelle from the start.
"She's so many things, so anything will offend her!" Trishelle you just sound like trash. If you can't talk without offending multiple groups of people the problem is you and the way you talk.
I swear if Sarah doesn't get another teammate after Cooke does I'll be fuming.
Ugh, fucking Knight you douche. If you're always the bad guy in almost all situations, the issue isn't the people. It's you.
Of fuck off! She left because of a family issue is no damn difference than someone quitting! Neither one of those scenarios the partner has any fucking control over!
That's horseshit.
DQ'd for a fight? Get a new teammate. Leave for family? Get a teammate? Quit or be a shitty person that happens to be Sarah's partner? Sarah goes home too! Fuck offfffff.
Wes: "I hate to say it, but me and CT are bonding." You love to see it.
If their time limit was 10 minutes and 30 seconds was being added after their time why wouldn't you just DQ them at 9:30. No one would be able to go past 10 minutes anyways. You're just giving them an extra 30 seconds to get farther than someone else that DQ's at only 10 minutes? I really feel like they don't think these challenges through all that well.
I feel like half the guys this season have had zero screen time.
Ty continues to be shit at anything taking longer than 2 minutes.
"I need this old man to fire up his wheel chair and keep going." Frank literally doesn't know how to talk without talking shit.
This Elim challenge of braking the stick on each other just sounds like a leftover jackass stunt.
Mad props to Nany. There's women still today that will look at a bi dude and say hell no he's gay and won't even think about dating them. There was this exact case on that Netflix reality show love is blind or something like that. The girl was repulsed and basically quit right away.
EP 4:
Jordan taking no time moving on from Sarah lmao
Damn Nany also just moving along the men too!
Diem girl, damn chick. Move the hell on. Either decide you want to be with CT or ignore what he does completely. Writing a rap?!?! lol
Fucking Pennsetucky. "Woah woah woah, you're gonna just lie to her?"
"Jemmye is one of the prettiest girls in the house." What a weird way for Leroy to come out about having the worst taste in the house. (Top tier: Theresa, Nany, Jonna. Bottom Tier: Jasmine, Pennsetucky.)
Paula with some weird ass makeup for this challenge making her look like she has face bruises walking in today.
"I don't like going first, it's a disadvantage." No shit, why do we need at this commentary every single damn challenge?
Wes and CT, it definitely came down to looking like Wes being impatient and then CT getting annoyed and frustrated with him.
The hetero guys on this season literally can't help themselves but make gay jokes any possible time they can.
Emily/Paula continue to dominate.
A fucking Johnny bobble-head...
I don't hate that vets come in with the idea of protecting each other. I hate that some people come in and just expect it and are appalled by even the suggestion of a vote coming their way. You are not entitled to skate by simply because you've been on multiple seasons. Grow up. That was one of my favorite aspects of Battle of the Seasons. The rookies came in and said fuck that noise and the vets got fucked because of it.
Why is everyone so hateful on Cara Maria? What did I miss? I get like the attitude aspect, Cara is whiny
"I know how to politic like nobody's business." You mean the guys in control are sticking to vets strong and it scares the rookies from disrupting it? Sure, good politicking Diem...
"Ketchup is my biggest fear." Sentences I never thought I'd hear in my life.
This entire Jemmye rant I barely make out any words.
Imagine seeing Theresa and Pennsetucky and thinking "I can't tell which is more attractive." Hahaha and Jimmye says theres is the backup plan haha
I feel like all these Elim's that look scary and intimidating are always the biggest let downs. The flyswatter slap off comes to mind.
I feel like this whole Elim is specifically designed for Cara Maria.
"I have a battery pack like that I attach to my nipples." Damn Cara...
Maybe my knowledge of batteries being attached to things, and electricity in general sucks, but I feel like the batteries only being touched by one side(assuming positive) and there being no real completion of the circuits would make thi....oh It's all for show. Yeah, that makes sense. No one goes home.
Fucking thank you Diem. Go without the wigs! Damn girl, you look so much better.
If the non-vet girls want shit to change they need to start putting in the vet guys to get any kind of shift to happen.
EP 5:
If anyone is fucking, you can guarantee Jasmine is trying to catch a glimpse.
Ugh, Wes and his territorialness. "How dare you have sex in your bed...with my ex-hookup!"
"This is cute." Oh, this definitely bothers Wes. It turns in to Leroy being the insecure one! lol
Don't show me Zach crying, I don't care about this fuckhead.
Oh god, it turns in to a fucking panic attack lol screaming and throwing a tantrum. Yup, thanks, fuck this guy. "You had a healthy neice/nephew!" "Fucking fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, I'm panicking!!!!! HULK SMASH!"
I'm a fan of this Jordan dude. "My tummy hurts and I miss my family. Time to have a hissy fit."
Frank has to turn it into being about himself somehow.
Zach having this panic gets like a full medical team in the house. Big E looking like he's having a heart attack got another fat dude and a girl to throw him on a stretcher after a half hour of waiting lmao "Here's some pepto you giant baby."
Oh, wild glimpse of Diem's amazing political prowess, talking to Wes!
Finally the rookie girls smartening up and trying to stick together. Diem also suggesting letting Jasmine/Theresa go by too? That seems off..
This Jordan guy continues to be crazy competitive. These Rookies are impressive.
Zach-"I'd rather not pull for Frank and Johnny." Frank-"That's a good idea Zach." lol this is so hilarious and dumb to me.
Letting Wes and CT of all people just walk by?! They're two of the best competitors, don't give them an advantage lol
Blaming one single person not pulling out of like 8? I don't like Johnny, don't get me wrong, but that one damn person isn't making a difference on your ass sucking.
Zach is the biggest god damn baby. "I sucked at a challenge? Who is the first and easiest person I can put this blame on other than myself?"
I am completely with Zach on Johnny being a snake. The logic behind it is just stupid and whiny.
The two closest people to Leroy completely fucks him! Haha the stupidity! If you're just going to throw a vote away, mayyyyybe not throw it on the people you're clost to trying not to make a target of yourself.
Don't blame someone else for your damn vote! You voted for him. You wanted to skate by without making a target and did something stupid. Your own dumb mistake. Live with it.
Love this elim challenge. Get to the bell and win basically, but smash shit to do it.
Ty and Leroy losing lmao
Oh god, Zach throwing the helmet. What a dumbass.
Zach, you dumbass. "That's clearly not what happened." I always knew your sense of reality was off.
Ty winning an elim by default is great.
Man, Frank saying all this shit about self reflection and realizing when Zach is an ass. If only he could look in to a mirror...
EP 6:
Oh no, a storm is brewing!!
Theresa, let it the fuck go. You voted on your own damn dude, that's your problem.
Production change idea: Change the "clue" text messages to random ominous things TJ says after an elimination. Make it a suspenseful end to an episode and still get the clue out of the way. Then you can have the replay of it and speculation by the players on the next episode as a recap. The text stuff is just kind of dumb and real played out now.
Freinemies is great, but what this show really needs is superlitives. Calling out the cockiest, the ugliest, cutist for the whole cast would cause so many laughs and drama. Shocked they haven't done it. Same basic prensiple, but everyone should be answering them with everyone as an option.
She didn't say it was your favorite Aneesa, she said it was your best.
Definitely not your face Jemmye
Hair is the best body part lol
I wish I knew why everyone hated Cara so much, but how much it bothers her is fun to watch.
Pennsetucky is like the only to take it personal. Of course.
Yes, Johnny the most fake, and the one that needs the most attention. Definitely.
Emily and Puala literally just blazing through these challenges. Seeing Emily be so good, just makes me want to see Laurel and Emily on the same season.
Pennsitucky lol such a sensetive baby.
Wes is going to say Theresa is the trashiest. There is literally no doubt. Of course he'd say that. CT being smart! Fucking genius not answering.
Johnny just owning it and calling Paula trash lmao
Ty/Leroy accidentily being sent in to Elim and winning by default and then coming back and getting first to control the order on guy day. What a turn of events.
"Jordan gave me my word so he better not be going back on that." Nothing says he'll be going back on his word more than this being put in the ep.
Johnny OF COURSE, wanting to sit back and control the game and not let people play their own games. You're a rookie, don't try to play. That'd be a mistake.
I want to see the 3 hours of footage it took for CT and Wes to coordinate their nomination vote.
"I gotta show these old bitches how to do an elimination." Jasmine ain't taking ya'lls shit.
I never follow with the relationships between season. I'm still wondering about Ty/Paula, and Jonna/Zach lol It's like every season is basically a reset unless it specifically brings it up.
All this Theresa anger is all predicated on her making a dumb mistake. She wanted to play the middle and not pick a side. Now suddenly she fucked up and is angry and wants to pick a side, but everyone would much rather just cut you loose.
I see treadmilles, I'm instantly thinking goodbye Theresa.
Diem wearing an ugly ass "Team Jemmye/Camilla" shirt.
These people act like they're shocked Jasmine has basic motor functions lol "Jasmine is actually catching these!" "I'm surprised when Jasmine actually catches it!" ....what?
Wes is such a child. 3 seasons later literally still bent out of shape with Theresa liking Kenny.
EP 7:
Diem, you should literally have no hope at all for the final. Why are you even wasting your time thinking you have a chance?
Shock collars? I like this comp already.
Aneesa screaming in pain at the smallest shock?
Wes and his damn ego.
Cara and her shock sex thoughts continues.
"Just listen!" "To what?!" lol Cooke trying to go by the sound of the ocean.
Cooke calling Cara on her shit. Talks a big game of loving shocks and shit, but can't stop freaking out during the comp.
Ty and Leroy completely lost and going back to the start haha
Oh my god, Jonna and Nany literally making it nowhere and DQ'ing. Wow
Jesus, someone please take out Johnny and Frank for me please. I already hate these two, why put them together and make them stronger?!
Ty and Leroy back in the Elim. This is the biggest back and forth swing people can have in just two episodes.
Johnny, fucking Johnny. Instantly going in to try and control the game. Of fucking course.
Emily, fucking thank you!!! "Johnny, youre just wanting to help you and Frank farther along to keep winning. Which is fine, but just say it." Thank you Emily!!!
Frank bitching, and trying to act like the bigger guy by saying he wasn't campaigning on a technicality.
Fucking Frank. Jumping in peoples faces and screaming INSTANTLY. Oh look, he also only does it when other people are around and are also yelling/arguing with the person. I'm really noticing a trend with this guy... Not really, I been knowin!
Johnny, Franks ego does not need any extra stroking.
Jordan is completely right. Girls literally said they are voting in Knight until Johnny/Frank walked in the room.
Please Frank, say "check your facts" again.
"There's a team everyone wants here until the final."(Knight/Preston) You know...except the girls who were going to be voting them in. They're not just here to make the final easier for you Johnny.
The headbanger elim? I'd be all money on Ty/Leroy, if I didn't have a long history of knowing Ty runs out of complete gas after like 30 seconds of effort. Marlon and Jordan both seem pretty damn fast too. That and the editing of Johnny talking Jordan down about Rookie aspect makes me think Marlon/Jordan are pulling this win out.
Guys, they aren't sleeping on you guys, they want you gone because you've won multiple challenges.
God damn I hate Frank. I don't think I could hate anyone any more than this dude.
Hahaha Jordan/Marlon pulling that shit out!
The one thing I like about Wes, is that he sees and knows how Johnny plays/wins the games and he likes basically anything that disrupts that. He wants Jordan/Marlon back in the house because they're good competitors and it disrupts Johnny/Frank. Everyone else all looks shocked, Wes genuinely looks like he's having fun.
If the guys don't immediately start targeting Diem/Paula/Camilla, the people Johnny will always have on their sides, they're stupid.
EP 8:
Ugh, can I just not give a damn about Diem and CT?
Fuck Frank. "These new kids." Lmao you have one damn season under your belt! Literally the same amount as a lot of the people you're bitching about! He's right about Pennsetucky though lol "What the fuck is a Jemmye?! Besides the ugliest girl to ever be cast on one of these shows?!" That rough...but accurate.
Jemmye talks non stop shit about Knight, but instantly wants to be angry at him for not standing up for her. These two fucks are white trash personified.
Camilla got that Hulk anger strangth. Good god chick. She's pushing Emily around! lol
On this trapese competition, I don't get why you would want to ride the bar down to the water? Why not jump in and immediately swim unstead of waiting for it to take you down? Some kind of unmentioned time penalty?'
These people suck ass at swimming!
Please cut back to Diem trying to get Aneesa to swim laps and her saying "We will never have to do that." lol
"Die in the water, die in the water, die in the water!" and "I know my time is better than both of theirs, it's just up to Johnny's." I fucking hate Frank
Diem has absolutely no faith in Aneesa, but somehow thinks she has a chance at the final? Chick...
Cara/Cooke again. If you come on this show and don't expect heights and water...you're fucking stupid.
The god damn vets!!!! Ughhhhhh. Literally my least liked thing about this show. Can't vote for Paula or Diem so you have to vote in Jonna, Frank, sorry bud. Vets get to skate by in this game, that's just how it works! You did better last year when you came in and said fuck that and got the vets out instantly. Now when it's your teammate and you're walking to the final it's all abored the vet ship!
Why go to a commercial? There is absolutely zero chance Johnny would allow their vote go against Paula or Diem lol
Fucking Frank, gotta be antagonistic. Gotta piss someone off and then act like the victim and be a bully about it. You fucked over Jonna and then you want to act smug about it and act like she can't be upset with you. I fucking hate this guy.
Frank wearing a god damn Jonna headband. You're a fucking joke.
Cooke/Cara are just going to eliminate everyone on their way to the final lol
Oh god, frank and his damn whining! Going to the vets and whining to them isn't getting you anywhere dude. They're going to reinforce whatever you whine about because you're going along with letting them walk to the final!
EP 9:
I want CT to be asking Wes the entire season if they're friends yet like he did with Adam.
I can't describe how little I care about Diem and CT.
CT sleeping on the floor next to her is sweet though.
What is with all the writing on everyone this season during the challenges? So weird.
CT and Johnny rematch challenge? This time without Adam not being able to get up?
Darn. Forgot CT/Wes pick order.
Calling Johnny out of shape when he's probably in the best shape he's been in to this point in the show is funny.
Cara Maria talking so much about her knee pads seems weird seeing as how it never seems to slip?
Pennsetucky just flipping around like a dying fish while trying to climb up is hilaroud.
Johnny saying it will take CT and Wes at their best to bet them lol They have like 40 seconds left with all the balls already put in. Johnny and Frank and their ego's just go so well together.
"That was a warmup!" "Nah, that couldn't be it? Could it?" "I think we just won?" Love the CT/Wes dynamic when they're forced to work together.
Johnny bitching about them not being humble winners is a huge fucking chefs kiss lmao Johnny is the biggest fucking loudmouth at challenges! You god damn fuckboi.
Please let Johnny be in the last elimination again. Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee
Frank, you god damn bitch.
Johnny gets to walk to the final again.
Wes/CT/Johnny instantly letting shit fly now that they're in the final is fucking amazing.
At least Johnny, unlike his partner, isn't waiting until like 3 or 4 people are engaged in an argument to start in on it.
I hate Johnny, but Wes and CT look way more dumb in this argument.
Knowing Johnny goes on to win a lot of these challenges and comes back a lot makes this argument even more hilarious.
"I have a BMW, a Porsche, a monster truck and 3 businesses!!!!" Ok Wes...
"Are those matchstick cars?" lol
Where was this Wes/CT shit talking during the whole damn season?! It's like they were all pussies and saw how Seasons went down and realized they'd get mopped up if they didn't stick together.
"I don't have to say shit, I'll just leave it all out on the field." Fucking Frank, literally all you do is fucking talk shit.
Johnny getting his usual suspects of Paula, Camilla and Frank to patch up his ego after the fight. CT and Wes looked absolutely dumb, but Johnny and Frank just seem so ridiculous with this conversation afterward.
The Rookies stick around! I'd be worried about these rookies if I were Johnny/Frank.
EP 10:
This episode can basically be summed up with one long tirade about the entitelment of the vet women in these seasons. We saw it all the way back on the island with Johanna saying she expected to just be handed a key at the end. Now here you are with Diem absolutely losing her shit the second she might be at risk. There is literally nothing I hate more in this game than the entitelment the vets have.
Hearing shit like "Cara and Cooke just get to walk to the final and they've done nothing." or "I've worked my ass off to get here!" fuck the fuck off Diem. Cara and Cooke literally took out just about every other couple, went in too the elims constantly! Politicking and sitting around skating on old friendships isn't putting in work! You haven't done shit, but sit around all season trying to encourage your team mate to prepare for the final because you just expact to walk to the final without any issues.
Paula and Emily going in to beg and cry to the rookies who they sent in repeatedly is just fucking gross.
You want to go to the final, then fucking win!
I can't stand seeing these people throw around their "power" and "influence" all season and then flip their shit the instant they have none.
Ok, maybe I'm crazy and blinded by CT love, but where is the manipulation on CT's part? What did he ask for, what did he do differently that he doesn't always do? He flirts constantly. Diem is the one who ended things, Diem is the one that gets jealous and territorial, Diem is the one who freaks out and suddenly gets mad at the other girls for seemingly unrelated issues. It more seems like Diem is trying to use CT and is now asking for reciprecation and getting mad it isn't automatically given.
What Johnny is doing throughout the season is more manipulation than CT. Johnny is constnatly getting in Diem's head about CT and blaming CT for Diem going in to elimination. How? What are you talking about?
By Diem and Aneesa, I have absolutely zero faiith in you guys for this comp...
EP 11:
Diem instantly flipping her shit.
Camilla and Jemmye definitely seem to have a height difference, but they don't freak out.
Diem "I can't reach! It's not fair!" Fucking Diem, good god.
Diem has always been bad at these challenges. That's why she flips out.
"They played a good game, and they deserve a lot of respect." Nah Wes, this ain't it cheif.
Why is Paula acting like she's coaching Emily on her first final? She was literally just in one on Exes?
I don't want another cold final!
Cara waiting until she's literally in a final to try to learn swimming. Jesus.
My thoughts were initially on Paula and Emily being a shoe in for the win, but she now just seems too much in her head. I can see her having somoe kind of break down.
Tokyo seems nuts. In the middle of a city? This I'm interested in.
"I don't want an even playing field." God damn it Wes, don't be a bitch.
"It's a crapshoot, something anyone can win." Where's all that confidence and brovado Wes?!
I love that they're afraid of the rookies.
These fucking vets and hating not knowing whats coming up. God damn the vet mentality is so infuriating.
Why are these bus cams so ominous?
"There's ninjas" These people and ninjas!
No location change! Thank you!
Tokyo would have been really cool to see though.
"Throwing twists and turns through the season"?? What? You didn't have a single elimination, what are you talking about?
Third team being out almost instantly seems fine. There's usually one team that wouldn't make it anyways.
It sucks that both the teams the vets are worried about are bad at swimming. To see Johnny and Frank eliminated instantly would be amazing.
At least the swim isn't that huge of an aspect. The puzzle and kayak will be more than enough to make up time.
These people talking about geometry like that matters at all lol
Pennsetucky just seems like useless garbage.
Wes and CT running away with it. No one else seems even close.
What a lackluster first half of a final?
Swim > Puzzle > Kayak done?
Fingers crossed for a Johnny/Frank loss.
"I am living a nightmare." Jemmye, you are my nightmare.
Let's go Cara and Cooke!
I don't care which of Paula or Camilla get eliminated. This is win/win.
I'd rather Emily make it, but meh, I'm tired of the vet entitlement.
Timed out, and a kayak race? lol
12:
Well, at least there was hope of Johnny and Frank being eliminated.
I hate Frank
Nightmare Island lol
All those times in Fresh Meat of Wes skipping puzzles and now they're getting all these puzzles right.
I really couldn't ask for this to go any differently at this point.
I really don't like the catch up assist that is built in to the first place teams having to clear some kind of blockage. You're just artificially slowing down the first place team for no reason.
"1 times 1 is... That's how you do multiplication right?" Wow Frank. You stupid fuck. Wow
Johnny and Frank getting help. Of course.
Cara NOT being the one struggling?
"Wes is having trouble with his poop soup." What a line.
Paula and Emily are flying through this gross food. Jesus! Emily literally just jamming maggots in Paula's mouth! Damn!
Hahahaha the cascade of liquid coming out of CT at one point haha
I haven't seen Johnny put a single thing in his mouth lol Yet he's the one saying Frank is breaking down.
I thought Durian fruit just stunk and wasn't actually bad? Maybe I'm remembering wrong.
Johnny is literally just standing around doing nothing!!
Still have yet to see Johnny put anything in his mouth other than water.
Oh wait, he put these weird dried things in his mouth. He ate something.
Maybe I'm realizing why everyone hates Cara. Fuck she doesn't stop whining! Everything is a struggle with her.
Cara can't figure out "1-2-3" lol
I'd love to see Emily, Laurel, Sarah and Ev all on an individuals season. They need to do some kind of best of the best season. Somehow take individuals win or success rates and get the people that have the highest rate of winning in these challenges.
Lets go Wes and CT! It seemed a little easy, but I really liked this last idol checkpoint.
So glad to see Frank and Johnny lose.
Seems I was vindicated in my early prediction of Wes/CT and Emily/Paula running away with this from the first episode.
Reunion:
I'll say it again. I'd love to see TJ hosts these reunions
Why is CT's mic so quiet?
Oh weird, cutting down the cast for specific segments?
God dammit, Pennsetucky, Ugh.
Knight seems drunk as hell.
Frank is the biggest fucking shit talker. He literally doesn't say shit unless there is like 3 other people involved first.
Knight is just so out of his mind.
I'm all for Frank getting hit, but Knight, jesus.
This is awkward as hell with Moasley trying to pull this back together lol Dude has zero care, he's just going in to the next cue card lmao
Sad to hear how much Diem was going on while recording the show. Can completely understand being all over the place. Still don't like the entitlement shit.
Cara trying to crawl up and grab Diem's hand and Aneesa yelling at her hahaha
This dude is such a terrible host. He doesn't even finish statements. He just kind of rambles.
Jemmye and Knight are straight trash.
"I play a mental game and I get in people's heads." Frank, shut the fuck up.
Pennsetucky literally wearing a ring in the shape of a gun. You can't make this shit up.
This reunion kind of sucks simply because the host has zero control over anything. He asks a question, barely, and then just doesn't say anything no matter how much people are talking over each other or how much silence there is. When Johnny and someone else have to jump in and say something when Jordan can't get more than 3 words in to a sentance that's when the host should step the hell up.
Instantly CT is walking all over him. You're asking too many open ended questions and letting them just mumble around them. Ask direct and simple questions and don't let them barrel over you. Jesus this is bad.
"Next questions robot!"
"They had everyone saying 'WTF'" what in the hell was that?!
"What did you not like about the Charades moment? Was it just that Knight called you out?" What the fuck kind of question is that? You need to ask for clarity on why that was wrong?
This reunion has just turned into shitting on this host being absolutely terrible.
TL:DR / Overall thoughts on the season:
I thought this was a really fun season to watch, but was a little disappointed in how predictable it was. I called CT/Wes and Paula/Emily within the first five minutes of the first episode. It just seemed like there was no possible way it was going to happen any differently. This season also didn't really have any kind of back and forth or dominating factor. It was more a season of watching the rookies and Cooke/Cara do everything they can to stick in until the end and then who of the vets was getting the short end of the stick. Fun season to watch, but a little anti-climactic.
Thanks for reading, I literally have no clue what is up next.
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2020.08.31 16:16 mysteryconfidential A JAZZ LOVING SERIAL KILLER - "AXEMAN OF NEW ORLEANS"

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The Axeman of New Orleans 1918-1919
The murders had taken place over a hundred years ago but the Jazzman story remains one of the greatest mysteries and unsolved murder cases within the annals of American crime.
They were a series of night slayings that were committed during a Post-War age of Jazz and new found optimism that were both dark and terrifying. It is a chilling story of terror during a seemingly golden time of boom where a New America had emerged but a night prowler was invading homes and creating night-time carnage and chaos.
The Axeman’s modern status is one of mythological urban legend and the rumours and theories behind this killer range from the interesting to the downright farfetched but terrifyingly the Axeman was real – very real.
There were four people brutally murdered and eight grievously injured by the Axeman. They were all New Orleans (and the neighbouring Gretna) residents, predominantly Italian-Americans and they were attacked within their own bedrooms by a “panel burglar”. The weapon of choice usually belonged to the homeowner and the attacks took place inside the homes of the people where this creature struck. The attacks occurred from May 1918 until October 1919 and now 101 years later they remain unsolved. There were unfounded reports of attacks going back to 1911 however these have subsequently been questioned by researchers.
The letter sent by the “Axeman” claimed to spare anyone that was playing jazz – thus establishing the somewhat twisted and yet almost romantic motif that the Axeman was killing to promote his own love of jazz.
The city of New Orleans was in the grip of fear by 1918. The attacks were surprising and vicious. The first victim, an Italian-American called Joseph Maggio had his skull fractured and his throat cut with a razor while his wife Catherine choked on her own blood – this clearly demonstrated the police description of a “murderous degenerate who gloats over blood”. In the spirit of a later serial killer known as the Night Stalker and pre-dating the infamous Richard Ramirez’s trademark of breaking into houses in the middle of the night this was the original Night Stalker. The Axeman had many of the same traits of Ramirez. He was a home invader with a desperate hate for women and a need to punish those as they remained the most vulnerable a human being could possibly be – asleep. There is of course a strong possibility too that the attacks were a sexual compulsion.
A LETTER TO NEW ORLEANS
The Axeman’s Letter to the People of New Orleans:
Hottest Hell, March 13, 1919
Esteemed Mortal of New Orleans:
They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.
When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company.
If you wish you may tell the police to be careful not to rile me. Of course, I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigations in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to not only amuse me, but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don't think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.
Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens (and the worst), for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.
Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:
I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it out on that specific Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.
Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and it is about time I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fancy.
--The Axeman
And on the night of March 19th the Jazzman got his wish. The dancehalls were full and the majority of houses blared out jazz throughout the night and no murders occurred. However – it is impossible to distinguish if the above letter from the Axeman was real or a hoax in much the same way that we cannot identify the From Hell letters from Jack the Ripper. It is of course the most glamorised and famous aspect of the Axeman tale.
THE GHOST OF CLEMETINE
Strangely enough the unidentified Axeman was not even the first Axeman of New Orleans during that era. Clementine Barnabet was convicted in 1913 for a murder she carried out in 1911 whereby Clementine was a “voodoo murderess” with the same penchant for axe wielding as our Jazzman. The only difference is that she was awaiting execution at the time of the 1918 slayings. Claiming (allegedly) up to 35 victims she was described as “braining her victims with an axe”. Clementine is the stuff of an Anne Rice novel – true fantastical I cannot believe it is true New Orleans lore. To have this coincide with the Jazz loving Axeman is even more crazy and the overlap between the 1911 axe murder reporting and the 1918-1919 slayings could be explained by the presence of Bloody Clementine. In 1923 Clementine walked out of prison and was never seen again.
The first murder conclusively linked to the Axeman was on May 22nd 1918 where store owner Joseph Maggio and his wife Catherine were discovered lying in pool of blood within their bedchamber. Joseph’s brother who was also a next door neighbour discovered the bodies. The killer had entered the house by chiselling a lower wooden panel out of the backdoor. The axe was left in the bathroom of the horror house and the razor was found in the neighbour’s garden. There was no evidence of stealing and thus no link to burglary as a motive...
The only clue found at the scene was a cryptic message written in chalk on the pavement a short way away from the murder house. It read:
Mrs Maggio will sit up tonight just like Mrs Toney.
The police linked the message to Mrs Tony Schiambra who was killed some 6 years earlier by an axe man. Again; experts cast doubt on whether any attacks prior to 1918 were carried out by the same man however this could link to a copycat slaying. Unfairly but beginning a running theme throughout the case Joseph’s brother was considered an early suspect in the murder. Andrew Maggio was booked in for questioning but released when police failed to break down his statement.
A month later the Axeman struck again. On 27th June baker John Zanca went to make a delivery to grocery store owner Louis Besumer (another Italian-American). Zanca was aghast to discover the remains of Besumer and what appeared to be his wife covered in blood but somehow both were somehow still alive. Besumer had been hacked at with an axe (the attacker had again entered through a panel via the backdoor) and attacked the seemingly ‘married couple’ while Louis Besumer and ‘wife’ Harriet lay sleeping. In a bizarre turn of events it emerged that Harriet was NOT Mrs Besumer but Louis Besumer’s mistress. Louis Besumer had been attacked with his own axe which again was found in the bathroom and there were no valuables taken. The police rounded up suspects including one of Louis Besumer’s employees but a lack of evidence produced no further charges. Harriet was to die two months later as a result of her injuries. Harriet’s final act before dying was to accuse Besumer of espionage and working on behalf of the Germans and pointed the finger at him for the attack. Louis Besumer (rather unfairly) was even put on trial for the attack but was acquitted.
The next victim was Mrs Schneider (a non-Italian victim). Schneider was pregnant at the time and was discovered by her husband with her scalp cut open and her teeth knocked out. She had managed to survive the attack and would later safely give birth to her daughter. The survival of some victims (despite horrific injuries) would indicate a frenzied nature of attack, rather than a methodical and pragmatic serial killer – the Axeman appeared to be attacking through methods of carnage and savagery. A FBI profiler would probably tell you that this indicates some form of rage and hatred towards women (or Italian-Americans). With Mrs Schneider’s attack the windows and doors showed no signs of forced entry and rather than an axe, a lamp was discovered near the scene and likely used in the attack. It kept in line with the victims being attacked by their own possessions.
The next target after Mrs Schneider was Joseph Romano. Romano was an elderly man who lived with his two nieces Pauline and Mary Bruno. The attack occurred on the 10th August 1918.
The sisters had found Joseph after he had been struck on the head and was discovered bleeding badly. They managed to get a peek of the Axeman and described him as dark-skinned, heavyset and wearing a dark suit with a slouched hat. The intruder had again used a chisel to the panels to force entry. Mr Romano died two days after the attack resulting from the injuries. The attack to Joseph Romano sent the whole of New Orleans into frenzy and police believed that they were looking for a real life Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Police detective John Dantonio believed that they were looking for a seemingly normal person in plain sight with a dark and devious double persona. It was now that the idea of a mass murderer was taking shape (serial killer was by then an unused term).
The next attack was particularly disturbing. The Cortimiglia family were attacked by the Axeman on the 10th March 1919. This time the attack occurred in the New Orleans suburb of Gretna. For unknown reasons it occurred seven months after the last attack and there is no explanation into the hiatus; however the M.O remained eerily similar. They were Italian Americans and grocers. The Axeman had entered the house by chiselling through the backdoor panel and attacked with the victim’s own axe. The Axeman had struck Charles Cortimiglia across the head causing a fracture and then turned his attention to his wife Rosie who was holding their two-year old infant Mary. Little Mary would die instantly with Charles and Rosie (despite their serious injuries) surviving the incident. It was fellow grocer Mr Iorlando Jordano that came to their aide when he heard the blood curdling screams and then alerted the authorities. Unfortunately for Mr Jordano he was then accused by Rosie Cortimiglia of the murders. Making an accusation, which Rosie later admitted was made out of spite and jealousy, saw Iorlando Jordano and his son Frank sentenced to life in prison and hanging respectively. Charles was allegedly so disgusted by his wife’s actions and the false accusation (which he told police were untrue at the time) that he reportedly divorced her. With Rosie later recanting her testimony the two men were then released and spared the multiple murder charges.
It was after the Cortimiglia attack that the infamous letter was sent to the Times-Picayune newspaper where the Axeman threatened an entire city and the city rather surreally threw a massive jazz party to keep him at bay.
The next attacks were questionable. The victims were Steve Boca and Sarah Laumann who both managed to survive. However the authenticity into these two incidents being the Axeman has always been questioned. The MO of attacking women matches Sarah Laumann and Laumann also suffered severe skull fractures and had her teeth knocked out in the attack however this time the perpetrator had entered through an open window and not the chiselling of the panels. Steve Boca’s attack was unusual in that there were no women present at the time of his attack and despite surviving he claimed to not remember anything from the attack. Many believe that these attacks were the work of a copycat as they either did not follow the same MO or unusually attacked a single man in his bedchambers.
The final slaying by the Axeman was on the 27th October 1919 against another Italian-American grocer called Mike Pepitone. Pepitone was awakened by a noise and was struck at his front door by an Axe wielding darkened figure. The figure then fled into the night unidentified by the Pepitone family. The blood from Pepitone’s wounds had sprayed onto a painting of the Virgin Mary. In this instance the nature of the attack and Pepitone catching them at the front door had fortunately spared both Pepitone’s wife and his six children.
And then after October 1919 the string of attacks just stopped...
WHO WAS THE JAZZ LOVING AXEMAN?
The first theory points to the Italian-American mafia. Due to the attacks mainly being carried out on Italian-American grocers it has led some to believe that it was the “Black Hand” that was behind the axe attacks.
The Black Hand was an early form of the Mafia in America and could link the murder to hardworking Italian-American business owners to an extortion racket run in New Orleans. This links the attacks to an old-fashioned vendetta in order to settle old scores and repay any outstanding arrears.
Joseph Mumfre is the only legitimate suspect linked to the real identity of the Axeman. Mumfre was connected to the New Orleans extortion racket and was later shot dead by Mike Pepitone’s widow in Los Angeles 1920. Further research has drawn a blank on this theory as there is no record of a “Mumfre” or “Momfre” having been in California let alone dying in California during that time and there is no source of a Mrs. Pepitone being arrested for any crime which leads many to claim that the entire story is an urban legend. The story of Esther Pepitone avenging her husband’s murder against an Italian mobster sounds almost too good to be true.
And into the realm of fantasy theories with many believing that the Axe Murders were the work of Clementine Barnabet’s copycat killers or a ‘phantom’ that could appear in houses in the middle of the night and existed in a realm of fancy. Anne Rice inspired ghost of the night that was attacking those as they slept vulnerably. This of course is a perfect explanation to blend into the gothic history of New Orleans but it is of course an idea of pure imagination....
What are your thoughts and opinions into the existence of the near mythical and now fantastical true life story of the Jazz loving Axe Man?
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2020.08.06 05:50 y2justdog I found a puzzle left behind from the previous homeowners and I think the puzzle has changed my pregnant wife.

My wife Sarah and I moved from California to Massachusetts a few years ago. Having spent the first thirty years of my life on the West coast, this was a big change for me. Sarah, who was living in California while we were dating, told me early on during our dating days that she wanted to move to Massachusetts. She loved having actual Seasons and changes in weather. She also appreciated the whole New England history and architecture of buildings. Well, she finally convinced me to make the move.
After renting an apartment for a while, we finally were able to purchase a house in a small coastal town. Now for me, a New England house itself was a bit unsettling. I am a little over six feet so getting used to lower ceilings took a bit of an adjustment. And let’s not get started on the house centipedes and unfinished stone wall basements. Having grown up a big horror movie fan, I was already getting a bit spooked in our new home.
Sarah was about six months pregnant the day we first stepped into our house. From our understanding, the previous homeowners were a married couple who had one kid. When we first toured the house with a real estate agent, we noticed a kid’s bedroom next to the master bedroom. Although the house was small, it just seemed right for us. It had a cozy feel.
A few days after settling in, I decided to go into the attic. Unfortunately, during our inspection, our inspector did not check the attic. I’m a bit of a wimp myself so mustering up the courage to bring down the ladder and climb up into the attic got my palms sweating.
I climbed up and turned on a little light. To my relief, there was nothing scary in sight. I did notice a small box though in the back corner. I walked over and opened it. Inside the box was a bunch of puzzle pieces. The funny thing is there was no indication of what this puzzle was. The box cover was blank. It looked like just a bunch of black and white pieces. Since my wife is a big fan of puzzles, I brought it downstairs to show her.
Sarah was intrigued. She was ready to get started on that puzzle later that evening. Something about this puzzle though made me feel knots in my stomach. I couldn’t pinpoint why at the time, so I shrugged it off as having seen one too many scary movies.
Putting together puzzles was a relaxing hobby Sarah enjoyed so I let her have her fun. That night, I walked over to the dining room table where she was sitting working on the puzzle to get a good look at how much she had completed. She had several pieces already in.
“Wow, you are going through this fast!” I said to her. “Any idea what it’s a picture of?” I asked her. “No clue, but that makes it more fun.” She responded.
I was impressed at how much she was able to accomplish without having any idea what the picture was. It was getting late, so we decided to hit the hay.
Around one in the morning, I woke up to the sound of water droplets. I walked across the hall into the bathroom and noticed the sink was not completely off. Water was dropping every few seconds. Probably just forgot to turn the handle all the way. Hopefully, nothing serious with the pipes. I went back to sleep.
The next evening, Sarah was back at it with the puzzle. She seemed more focused on it than the first night. The laundry buzzer went off, so I went into our basement to get the clothes from the dryer. The clothes were soaked. It did not make sense. I had just run a pretty lite load in the dryer. It was weird. I decided to run it again. About thirty minutes later, I go down to get the clothes and they are still soaked.
Sarah does not seem overly concerned. She tells me to just hang them up. I am proactive when I run into a problem, so I decide to have a plumber take a look at our pipes and laundry machines the next day. He does not notice anything wrong.
The next day as I return from work and pull into the driveway, I notice my neighbor across the street sitting on his porch. I walk over to go introduce myself. His name is Ralph and he looks to be in his seventies. I ask him if he knows anything about the previous homeowners, what they were like, that kind of thing. He tells me there was a couple in their thirties who had a small boy. When he mentions the boy, his body language changes. He seems nervous and quickly changes the subject, as if he is hiding something.
“Well, it’s nice meeting you, welcome to the neighborhood.” He says and walks inside. I head back over to my house.
That evening, my wife is back at it on that puzzle. I am about to turn on some basketball on the tube so I decide to grab a cold one from the fridge. I peer out the window to the backyard and notice that the grass is wet. It did not rain that day though. I walk back over to Sarah.
“Why is our grass all wet? Wasn’t it sunny all day?” She doesn’t respond. “Honey, everything okay?” I say to her. She looks up and nods and returns her eyes back to the puzzle.
Around two o clock at night, I wake up and notice my wife is not in bed. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the bathroom flight.
There she is sitting in the bathtub. She is still fully clothed in her nightgown, sitting in a tub with no water. She seems to be in a daze and doesn’t even notice me being in the room with her. I chalk it up to stress from pregnancy and try to stay positive. I bring her back to bed and we both go back to sleep.
About a week later, Sarah is working on the puzzle after having taken a few nights off from it. She is quickly fitting pieces in on this night. I stand behind her to take a peek and then it hits me.
It looks like a sonogram, the image you see of your baby when your wife gets an ultrasound. It must be. The entire puzzle is black and white and there seems to be a head and some little feet.
“It’s a sonogram!” I yell trying to get a reaction from her. Sarah doesn’t say anything. After about a minute, she says “Yeah, I guess your right” in the most monotonous way imaginable.
At this point, I have no idea what is going on with my wife. It’s making me nervous, so I head back across the street to speak with Ralph. I tell him about the puzzle we discovered. As soon as I mention puzzle, he says something that chills me to the bone.
“Don’t finish that puzzle, damn it, even if your wife insists, you must not finish that puzzle!” He is dead serious. I tell him about all the strange happenings as of late and he eventually tells me that the previous homeowner’s son drowned in the bathtub. The thing is though, he doesn’t know if the boy’s death was accidental or if the wife did it on purpose.
He tells me to be careful and to get rid of that puzzle right away and under no circumstances, let my wife finish completing it. I shake his hand, thank him for his help, and head back home.
When I walk back over to the dining room, my wife is not there. I take a glance at the puzzle and notice that the entire thing is complete except for one piece. I hear footsteps above me, so I head upstairs to investigate.
The attic ladder is down. Now I’m shaking and sweating so profusely that I’m almost afraid to go up. I slowly climb the ladder and see my wife crawling around.
“Sarah, what are you doing?” I ask her.
“I need to find the last piece. I have to finish the puzzle.” She responds.
I don’t know what the hell is going on and she is really starting to freak me out so I go along with her and tell her I will help her look for the piece downstairs.
I step outside for a moment to get some air because at this point, I’m starting to panic and fear for my wife’s well-being.
I’m on a small deck outside in the backyard smoking a cigarette when I notice what looks to be the puzzle piece in between the cracks of two pieces of wood on the deck. I reach down to grab it and it just happens to be the final piece.
I’m so worried about what Ralph told me that I decide that it’s best to lie about finding the last piece. I stuff it in my pocket for the time being and return inside.
Months passed and my wife continued to act strange. She looked for the puzzle piece every night.
She will be giving birth to our son any day now, but she keeps telling me she must complete the puzzle before delivering.
I’m not sure what to do.
Will completing the puzzle put an end to these strange happenings or is something more sinister in store for us?
I finally caved. I couldn’t take it anymore. She was scaring the shit out of me every night. I told her I found the piece in the backyard and handed it over to her.
She put the final piece in a few days ago and beamed like she never had before, such a warm smile.
She gave birth to a healthy baby boy yesterday.
I pray that Ralph’s warning leads to nothing bad happening.
So far, we have been one happy family.
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2020.08.04 19:02 jobening Before BB22 premieres, take a journey with me back to 2005 with The Rewatchables: Big Brother 6

None of you requested it. Like 8 of you actually wanted another one. But I think a lot of you who read most, if not all of the post, will enjoy it as much as I did writing it. As the homie realvegas4sure would say, “I do this for you.”
Disclaimer: This, just as the previous 2 installments, will be a really long post. There’s no real tl;dr version either, so if you’re not ready to read through all of this, I don’t blame you. I had a ton of fun rewatching this season and even more fun writing the post though, so I hope y’all are able to find even a little bit of enjoyment as we embark on this blast from the past.
So what is “The Rewatchables?” The Rewatchables is a podcast on the Ringer Network hosted by Bill Simmons and numerous Ringer staff members, where they talk movies that are “rewatchable.” They pick a movie that they find rewatchable, talk about why they find it rewatchable, breaking down every little nuance of the film, and then award wins to different categories like “Most Rewatchable Scene” or “Best Quote.”
So how does this tie into Big Brother? Before I did the first “episode” on BB17 back in February or March, I hadn’t even thought about doing the Big Brother Rewatchables. I just wanted to rewatch a great season. But then I figured, why not? Why not combine two things I enjoy to create something I think the Big Brother community would enjoy? So I did just that with The Rewatchables: BB17 and then The Rewatchables: BB16. With this rewatch of BB6, just as I did with the previous installments, I took notes throughout the rewatch and began to assign the winners to the different categories.
In the Rewatchables podcast, there’s an actual conversation going. A back and forth among the guests on why they picked the winners that they picked. Here, it’s literally just gonna be me giving my nominations and winners lol. But please feel free to comment and discuss in the comments.
Also, this will probably be a lot more enjoyable if you’re familiar with the podcast's format and categories, but it’s not absolutely necessary to still be able to read and enjoy this.
Ok enough of the rambling, all-over-the-place intro. I give you The Rewatchables: Big Brother 6.
Disclaimer #2: Before we get into it, let me just say that 2005 was a long time ago. It was a completely different time. A lot of us were young and things that definitely wouldn’t fly today, somehow were able to fly back then. If we could just keep this in the back of our minds as we go through this post, it’ll make things a lot more enjoyable, and a lot easier than me having to constantly harp on the fact that a lot of what happened and was said on this season has not aged well at all.
Ok, now moving on. So in the podcast, they’ll usually start off with something like a summary of the movie, quick thoughts on why it’s rewatchable, the success or lack of success of the film, etc. So I guess I’ll start there.
I picked BB6 for this next installment because it’s my favorite season for a few reasons. It’s the first season I watched live from beginning to end. It had some of the best characters and house splits in BB history. And it’s the season that got me absolutely hooked on the show and made me dream of playing it someday.
And I don’t think I’m alone in saying how much I love this season. It is regarded by most fans as one of the best seasons ever (just check out any of the “which season should I watch” posts, and tell me you don’t see BB6 being recommended 95% of the time).
BB6 is old school Big Brother. It’s what a lot of fans want the current show to go back to. Without getting too far ahead of ourselves, it’s got memorable, unique characters – including a few BB legends. It had twists that actually worked. It had the old school vibe with non-scripted DRs and the old school intro we all love. It has a true house split with two sides going back and forth with the power switching week to week. Drama. Blowups. Fights. Strategy. Misting. Comedy. You name it. BB6 has it. And this is all just from the episodes. I regrettably and stupidly didn’t become a feed watcher until much later, so I can’t speak on the feeds aspect, but I imagine it was a top 3 season to watch live feeds. I don’t want to step on the toes of the categories, so let's just get into them now.
Category: Most Rewatchable Scene
Summary: It’s exactly what it sounds like. It’s when you’re at home, you’ve got the movie on, and you’re about to leave the house for dinner, but you stick around for a little bit longer because that one scene is coming up. For Big Brother, maybe you’re on Youtube and you wanna pull up some BB6 clips. You type in “BB6 ______.” What goes in the blank? My nominations:
Eric vs. Michael / Kaysar vs. Ivette: We all love a good fight, and this season was full of them. We get this one early when Eric goes off on Michael for talking about his family and the two have to actually be held back by other houseguests before Big Brother intervenes and tells them to go to separate locations of the house. Bonus round, we get Kaysar vs. Ivette when Ivette accuses Kaysar of not being respectful of women, Kaysar stands up and gets in her face, and again Big Brother has to intervene and tell everyone to scatter. Just a great clip for everyone who loves drama/fights.
Drunk Janelle vs. Drunk Beau: Another one for the fight fanatics. But this one is a little more on the fun, lighthearted side, even though a lot of what was said actually came from serious hatred. We have Janelle drunkenly attacking The Friendship alliance, with Howie egging her on, culminating in Janelle and Beau getting into a face to face drunken shoving match, while they call each other names. Pure entertainment.
Maggie finesses Howie into nominating James and Sarah: This one’s for the people who love a good misting. Somehow Maggie was able to convince Howie into putting up two of his own allies which led to his alliance eventually crumbling. I linked the clip from the episode but I wish I knew how this actually played out on the feeds.
The whole Pressure Cooker hoh episode: You read that right. I’m nominating the whole ass episode as a most rewatchable scene. Not only do you have one of the, if not thee most epic comps ever in the Pressure Cooker, but you have other great moments as well – Beau’s peepee, Jenn teaching Rachel how to dance, Beau getting absolutely trashed in the pressure cooker, Jenn having a nice moment with her hoh pics. Beginning to end, it’s an amazing episode and super rewatchable on it’s own. (I only linked part 1 of what I was able to find, but if you search bb6 pressure cooker on YouTube, you’ll easily find the rest).
The Chess Veto episode: It was really difficult to not just nominate the whole episode here as well. Fuck it. I’m nominating the whole episode lol. I didn’t wanna do this again cause if I did, I might as well just nominate damn near every episode. But this episode, just as the Pressure Cooker episode, deserves it's shine. This episode has the creation of the Sovereign Six, the Chess Veto comp, and the aftermath of Maggie, Eric, and co. finding out that Eric is going to be backdoored. The episode is particularly rewatchable if you were/are a Sovereign Six fan, as you get to see it all come together for them, and you see The Friendship slowly begin to realize what’s going down as the veto comp goes on. And the cherry on top is Kaysar’s line to Maggie, “I sealed your partner’s fate.” Lastly, Eric throwing a tantrum and snatching his hat off James’ head is so petty and funny.
Howie vs. April: Remember that disclaimer about this season not aging well? Yeah, here’s one of the many reasons. Still, as a 16 year old watching this in 2005, loving the Sovereign Six, and hating The Friendship, it didn’t get much better than this.
The first Double Eviction episode: Lol ok bear with me. Another whole episode nomination. But how could I not. Besides Kaysar getting evicted again, this episode was wonderful cause it has yet another shift in power and is full of great quotes, most iconically Janelle’s “Give me that key bitch” after winning hoh and Jenn tossing the key so Janelle has to go fetch it, all while being live on national tv. Another really rewatchable episode. More on the other quotes later.
My pick: I gotta go with the chess veto. When I said earlier that this season was what made me fall in love with the show and instantly wish I could have a chance someday, I’m specifically talking about this moment. As soon as I heard Kaysar say “I sealed your parter’s fate,” I got instant goosebumps. It just might be my favorite BB moment ever.
Category: What’s Aged the Best?
Summary: What aged well over the following seasons? What has continued to hold up? What’s gotten even better?
Veto speeches Specifically, when one of the nominees wins veto and will obviously take themself off, and the other nominee isn’t forced to make an awkward speech that won’t make a difference. In older seasons like this one, when production was still getting it’s feel for the show, these awkward speeches happened, and it’s nice that nowadays the veto holding nominee just does what they need to do and we move on. Veto speeches aged better.
One liners during key reveal Y’know, those cringey lines the HGs say after they get their key, they’re looking us straight in the eye, and say why they’ll win Big Brother based on some fact about their character type. A few from this season:
Hi, I’m Jennifer. And I’m the total package.
I’m Howie, and I’m forecasting stormy weather for the other houseguests.
I’m Rachel, and I’m gonna gallop right past the competition.
Lol, they’re so cringey, but at the time, just such a staple in reality television. The fact that BB stopped doing this is what has aged better. (I also contemplated nominating this for “What’s aged the worst” below, cause imagine new HGs doing these in current times. While they’d still be cringey, they’d still be hilarious.)
Have-Not foods and rooms These older seasons had PBnJ as the only HN food. And I’m not sure when HN rooms became a thing, but it wasn’t BB6. Having slop and the occasional addition voted by America, as well as a HN room is a nice step forward from PBnJ.
The Veto medallion Well the medallion itself was fine. What was holding it was not. I think it’s literally just a piece of rope nowadays, but back then it looked so tacky.
Julie Chen I kind of like the more Chenbot-ish version we have now (I know others don’t) and she still looks great.
Selection of veto players It was cool in BB5 for Nakomis/Marvin and co. to come up with and pull off the first backdoor by taking advantage of the selection rules they had back then, but if they didn’t change them, the backdoor would have gotten old quick and perceived as a weaker and weaker move imo.
Double Evictions Been awhile since I saw an older season, so I don’t know when true double evictions became a thing, but watching the BB6 DEs go with the 2nd eviction not happening the same night as the 1st was not as enjoyable or suspenseful. The current format is way better.
My pick: Double Evictions. The way they are formatted now just adds much more anticipation and suspense. The concept was great when first introduced, and with fine some tweaks, doubles have aged much better.
Category: What’s Aged the Worst?
Summary: Exactly the opposite of “What’s Aged the Best? What hasn’t aged well over the following seasons? What hasn’t held up? What’s gotten even worse? A lot of these, same with Aged Best, could easily switch to the other category depending on how you look at it. My nominees:
True house splits We rarely get them anymore. Most of the time it’s a steamroll with the underdog getting a few wins here and there. Or the two sides eventually become a cohesive house again until the next targets make themselves available. Either way, we don’t get the true two sides going at it back and forth much anymore.
Nominee speeches Back then it felt like more often than not, nominees would mostly sit instead of stand and usually weren’t yelling or putting on a character, which created a more laid back, intimate tone compared to current times where nominees are more or less playing things up for tv.
James’ veto record It’s been broken by quite a few players since BB6.
Video tapes/cell phones With the technology we have now, seeing the jury pop their recap tape into a vcr or seeing Janelle talk to Michael on an old-school flip phone is funny. Those scenes haven’t aged well.
Keeping your vote secret As in Julie reminding the HGs that they can’t reveal their votes to others when they pass each other in the hallway to the DR. Nowadays, not only are they doing handshakes in the hall between votes, but they confirm with each other who to vote for.
DRs Back then we got serious, non-scripted, less hyper, non-yelling at the camera DRs. DRs these days are all about screaming and being a personality for tv. DRs haven’t aged well at all.
Juries 7 then, 9 now. 3rd place actually got to go to the jury and discuss with the other jurors. The f2 was able to really explain their game over a night instead of a few minutes each.
Those last two are my picks for What’s Aged the Worst?
Category: The Dion Waiters Award
Summary: This one goes to the best heat check by a role player. Who did the most, with the least? The basketball equivalent of coming off the bench to play 16 minutes and put up 20 points with 6 3’s. For the Big Brother equivalent, it’s who didn’t have much screen time but made the most of it? I limited the nominees to only pre-jurors as anyone else was on the show too long to be considered.
Just gonna get the winner out of the way now, cause it can’t be anyone but him. Kaysar is our Dion Waiters winner for best heat check by a role player. He created one of the dopest alliances in BB history, executed an iconic backdoor going hand in hand with a legendary line, was voted back into the house by America with 82% of 5 million votes, was 2nd place in one of the most iconic comps ever, returned for an All-Star season the very next year, had a role on The Young and the Restless, and is a universal fan favorite. He did all this with just a handful weeks in the house. Fool put up a 20-12-12 triple double in 23 minutes off the bench. And he turned that all into potentially a second All-Star appearance this upcoming season. Whatup Kaysar!
The runner-up is clearly Eric “Cappy” Littmann. He was in the house for three weeks but put up a pretty nice stat line. He was defacto leader of The Nerd Herd The Girl Scout Troop The Friendship, got into a few fights/arguments, came in 2nd in the America vote for returning player, and had his eviction spark a cult-like revenge tour for the rest of his alliance. While not quite where Kaysar was, he still had a lasting impact on BB6.
Honorable Mention: Holly from BB5. She came in for a quick what, 7 minute appearance but put up 16 points on 4-4 from three in that veto comp she hosted.
Category: Best Quotes
Summary: Self explanatory. Though some of these aren’t necessarily the best but rather what I enjoyed personally.
James in the DR about Maggie’s hoh: One of the most amazing moments of my life....no it was pathetic. I’m watching all these putrid little rats go around and kiss her ass. Let her listen to her music...and smoke her banana peels…and do whatever she does in there. Just don’t make me sick.
Janelle about her drunk fight with Beau Its so easy to screw with Beau cause he’s such a little bitch.
Howie and April: H: You can’t compete without your smokes, can you?
A: Can you compete without your fingers? (What a clapback)
Janelle naming replacement nom For strategic reasons…I will choose to evict…excuse me..I choose to nominate Ivette.
April about a comp When you’re skinny, it’s like you don’t think you need to work out..and I am friggin’ out of shape…get me a stretcher… (I felt this)
Howie A guy with my looks, my build, and my future economic potential…If I leave a bar slash nightclub by myself, somebody’s getting arrested cause there was a crime committed.
Drunk Janelle and the gang
Janelle: Rachel you’re so beautiful. Maggie you’re such a bitch. Jennifer, you look like a clown. …
April: You’re drunk.
J: Excuse me??
A: You’re drunk.
J: I am not. (the way she delivers this lol)
A: Please, you can’t even look straight.
J: Yes I can April, thank you very much.
A: No you can’t Janelle, thank you very much.
J: You gold digging bitch! laughs
Howie: It’s a cat fight between the buxom blonde and the busted blonde.
A to Maggie: She knows she’s a slut.

J to Beau: You gold digging little whore.
B: No I don’t think so.
J: You most certainly are Beau.
B: Polyester bitch! Polyester bitch!
J: Whore! Whore! You date older men!
Howie after winning hoh SUPERBOWL!
Howie during the double Julie: This is a double eviction.
Howie: YES!!
James: Howie relax.
Howie carries Janelle off
Janelle: Bye bye bitches!
Everyone: We’re live.
Janelle on the phone with Michael
Maggie: Ask him what the world’s like.
Janelle: Did Britney Spears have her baby?
Kaysar and Maggie
K: You’re not the target.
M: Kaysar, you sealed my fate.
K: No. I sealed your partner’s fate.
(gotta give this one love again)
My pick: All of them. You can’t pick just one.
Category: The Joey Pants award for Best “That Guy”
Summary: Named after Joe Pantoliano. In movies, there’s always some guy or girl who you recognize and go “hey it’s that guy,” cause you see them in so many other things but you almost never know their actual name. This award goes to the best of that kind of person in the movie. Our Big Brother equivalent is tough because we’re mostly superfans here, and we always for the most part know everyone in any season. And even if we didn’t, it’s not like we would recognize them from anything else anyway. For the sake of the award, I’m looking at this through the lens of a casual fan.
Nakomis
Michael aka Cowboy
Holly
No winner. Just three former HGs that casual viewers might go, “Hey it’s that guy/girl” when they see their appearances on BB6.
Category: Best Unintentional Comedy
Summary: Best comedic moments that weren't meant to be comedic.
The Friendship Anytime the Friendship cried about Eric. Or anytime The Friendship vowed to seek revenge for him. Or anytime “The Friendship” is just said. The more the they said it, the more cringe it was. The Friendship might be the gumpiest alliance name of all time. And then they would do things like put their keys in his memory wall slot or make an altar type thing in hoh. Just really funny stuff that they weren’t intending to be funny.
Anytime someone says “what the other side did was dishonest” I realized this the most when I saw Janelle and the Sovereign Six complaining that Jenn going back on her word was dirty, when just two weeks ago Kaysar broke his word with Eric. A week before that, Eric broke his word with Michael, etc. Just funny how hypocritical this game gets.
James being the only HG available to host the veto comp he was backdoored with
Every time The Friendship says America fell in love with Eric Just knowing what we know about how America favored The Sovereign Six, this is hilarious.
Janelle winning the phone call: You feel for Ivette here, and Janelle’s having an “I miss you more” convo with someone she’s known 2 weeks and you can’t help but laugh.
Category: Apex Mountain
Summary: The Rewatchables is sometimes inconsistent with how they define Apex Mountain, but it’s mostly about going through everything involved in the film – actors, directors, music, themes, locations, literally anything – and deciding whether or not it’s at it’s apex at the time of the film. For example, is the actor in question at the peak of their stardom, when they could’ve gotten the most gigs. In our case, we don’t know much about these HG’s actual lives before/after Big Brother other than what they’ve mentioned, so we can’t say for sure what their peaks are, but for the sake of the category, I’m gonna treat BB6 as their apexes unless it’s obvious that they had done more/better before or after the season.
Imo it's a clear case that it was everyone's apex except for:
Kaysar
James
Howie
Janelle
All four were invited back for All-Stars the very next season. Janelle returned again for BB14. And both Kaysar and Janelle have been heavily rumored for BB22. Big Brother 6 wasn’t their apex.
No one else in the cast did much, that I know of anyway (not including work and family related stuff obviously). Big Brother 6 was their apex.
Pressure Cooker This is it’s apex because it was a one and done. It made such an impact in it’s only appearance.
Old school intro/theme/nomination wheel I could’ve just as easily put these in what’s aged the worst, cause all of them are sorely missed. I’ll put ‘em here cause when I think about these elements, I think of older seasons, and when I think older seasons, the first one I think of is BB6.
Category: Probably Unanswerable Questions
Summary: What it sounds like. Random questions you have about the season that may or may not have an actual answer. Some of them may actually be answerable if you watched feeds, which I didn’t.
What happened to food comps? Why did BB stop doing food comps? They were fun and a nice change from competitive, heated hoh and veto comps, to lighthearted, friendly competition for the house, most of the time.
What happens if Maggie was evicted over Eric? Or if Kaysar doesn’t give hoh to Jenn? Or if Howie doesn’t put up James and Sarah? These are just a few of the infinite what if’s we could ask about this, or any, season, and we’d go down a rabbit hole of alternate universes.
How was neither Janelle nor Beau ejected for physically getting into it? Yeah they were drunk. Yeah it appeared playful at first. Chalk it up to it being early Big Brother?
Why did Howie choose to single out and attack April over everyone else?
Did Maggie actually throw that hoh to Ivette? Did Ivette ever find out?
Category: Who Won the Movie?
Summary: The final category and it's exactly what it sounds like. When you think of this movie, who undoubtedly comes to mind first? Is it an actor? The director? In our case, it isn’t a literal “Who won the season?” Obviously Maggie did, and while she could theoretically win this award, it wouldn’t be just because she won the actual game.
I think there’s a very clear cut winner here. It’s gotta be Janelle. As much as Howie liked to joke that he was the star of the show, Janelle actually was the star. She won multiple comps. Made some of the best entertainment. America loved her enough to vote for her for damn near every fan vote. She turned this appearance into 2, possibly 3 additional appearances on Big Brother as well as an appearance on The Amazing Race. She’s a favorite among both old school and modern Big Brother fans. When you think BB2 you think Dr. Will. Same for BB17 with Vanessa. Or with BB8, Dick and Daniele. When you think BB6, Janelle comes to mind first. She won the season.
Ok whew, I felt like that one was longer than my previous ones, but for good reason. BB6 is my favorite season and I’m definitely not alone in that. It was so fun to rewatch the season and make another one of these posts. I hope those of you who read the whole thing, or even just skimmed some of it, enjoyed it in some way.
What did I miss? What would you have picked for some of these categories?
TLDR: Rewatchables podcast meets Big Brother seasons. I rewatched BB6 and awarded wins similar to what they do on the podcast.
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2020.07.24 18:55 confessamurder 1.2 The Slasher Challenge

[The participants, still surprised over last week’s non-elimination, enter the room.]
[BC]: Congratulations, Simone! How does it feel to be the very first winner of MurderHaus?
[SIMONE]: It was a lovely surprise! I honestly didn't expect to have any wins, and be more middle-of-the-road.
[DAN]: A story like that, you definitely deserve it!
[TWO]: Yes, congrats, Simone! *chuckles* I’m coming for you.
[Simone darts a sideways glance to Two, but whatever is on the front of her mind, she lets it go with a sigh.]
[TWO]: Anyway, I was hoping to choose Slasher or Creature Feature if I had won. I feel like gothic horror and dark fantasy are too similar.
[BEE]: Creature Feature would have been my choice. I love writing about monsters.
[TWO]: Slasher was a great choice. What I love about this prompt is that we’re almost expected to use tropes and clichés. It’s something that we almost always try to avoid, so it’ll be fun to see all of us put a spin on something that’s…
[Two whips out a small and black oblong case and opens it. He puts on a pair of sunglasses over his eyes and smiles wide]
[TWO]: ...been done to death.
[THE SUEN]: I love clichés.
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THE PROMPT
The Slasher sub genre first came to huge prominence in horror in the late 1970s and early 1980s, a time period in which has also come to be known as the Golden Age of Horror. Three films most often credited with the slasher’s modern success of this period are John Carpenter’s Halloween, Wes Craven’s A Nightmare on Elm Street, and Sean S. Cunningham’s Friday the 13th. Although the slasher was not brand new to horror during this time, it is due to these three films which have inspired and spawned countless slasher stories and helped catapult horror films into more mainstream success.
However, it was actually the 1974 film Black Christmas that introduced the Slasher’s trends, with its featured point-of-view shots from the killer’s perspective, threatening phone calls made from inside the house, and which specifically focused around holidays or specific dates--all directive tools which would be used by many slasher films to come.
In literature, slasher stories have been around since as early as 1939 with the debut of the mystery thriller And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie, a story set in an isolated location with a psychopathic killer murdering their victims. In truth, the slasher sub genre thrives best in film, albeit with the success of past authors’ stories having been adapted into successful and entertaining movies.
The most popular tropes (i.e. well-known) given rise in horror have originated from the slasher genre, ranging from “The Virgin Always Survives” to “The Supernatural Stalker”, to the use of unconventional weapons and methods of killing. Interesting enough, rarely a slasher film will feature the use of a gun by the Killer. The Killer also has a backstory which often explains how they developed their violent mental state and why they focus on a particular type of victim, location, and brunt use of melee weapons.
Elements of the Slasher tend towards a formulaic set-up, featuring the murdering of teenagers involved in sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll--all meant to attempt to provide a moral lesson for the modern teenager that being involved with any of those things meant death and suffering. While more neo-modern slasher films have evolved in creativity, the slasher itself has primarily remained true to its core, often featuring tributes and elements of the Golden Age slasher films.
In general, the Slasher story includes these elements:
Further examples of Slashers in film and literature:
Your Turn
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Write a short story in the slasher subgenre, while incorporating some, most, or all of the elements featured in these types of stories. Your story should incorporate a Killer focused on a specific demographic or person involved in their past, while also featuring at least 2-4 murders. Word count maximum: 2700
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THE STORIES AND CRITIQUES
(Critiques presented here are a more condensed or edited version of the original critiques the participants were originally given.)
ANNA BELLAMY
After your last submission, I was eager to see what you would do with the Slasher. While you are an excellent writer, you came up against time and you submitted an incomplete piece. I would have loved to see how it ended.
What I did get to read, comes across as dark fantasy crossed with what I hope would incorporate more of the Slasher motifs. You did a great job setting up the environment and maintaining consistent tone throughout.
Should you continue with us, I truly hope you will be able to manage your writing so that you can submit a full piece and so that I can experience the full enjoyment of your stories.
BC MARSDEN
I was really looking forward to what you would be bringing to this challenge. Your last piece was unconventional and frantic, and in your Slasher piece, you keep the trend going. Personally, I really enjoy your writing voice and the way you are able to tell a strange story.
While your next entry is well-written (with only minimal errors), the tone of your Slasher seems inappropriate to the subgenre. As I read through your piece I kept asking, "Where is the Killer?" I was a bit hard-pressed in learning your killer appears at the near-end and off-handedly murders a random elderly couple when you had plenty of characters within your story already that your killer could systematically kill one-by-one.
Your initial set up also seemed dense and too philosophical for a usual Slasher, and I had wondered if maybe you crossed it with Cosmic Horror somehow, but as I continued to read, I saw there was virtually no suspense. Instead, you chose humor and it turned whatever horror you were intending into a piece of apocalyptic/dystopian science-fiction. Unfortunately, your submission does not meet the prompt's criteria this time around.
If you stay with us, my advice is to be more mindful of the genre and prompt details. I give you all a lot of wiggle room to interpret the genre as you see fit, but this one was too off the mark.
BEE
You continue a good streak of storytelling with The Final Girl. While the general idea of incorporating horror archetypes à la "Cabin in the Woods" makes the story more intriguing, overall, it's not the most out-of-the-box. I will hand it to you that The Final Girl reveal twist really excited me, the ending comes across as rushed or out of nowhere. I think had you spent more time on the Mayor's point of view, or maintained that the Witch continues her reign of terror for another cycle, it would've made the ending make a bit more sense.
Speaking of the Mayor, offering the Mayor's point-of-view as "You" was a storytelling risk that I'm not sure paid off. It came across as a Choose Your Own Adventure book inside of a third-person point of view. I would suggest possibly changing this to match the rest of your story, as it was a little confusing to suddenly be reading, "You edge closer to the tents…"
As an upside to all of this, your sentence styling and description are tight. In the areas of technical skills, without a doubt you have a powerful mastery of grammar, sentence fluency, and spelling. Unless you're having a bad day, I don't think I need to cover this as a critique each time. I know in my mind I have been thinking, "Bee really does know how to write."
CLAUDETTE BOUCHARD
Your approach to the Slasher genre with this piece is fresh and unordinary--definitely not what was expected. You were able to deliver a complete story with diary entries alone, which speaks to your ability to write an effective piece with such an active voice.
While there may be some fragments here and there, it can be easily overlooked due to the fact that your intention was to purposefully write from the perspective of someone who sounds younger and inexperienced, but still delivering what I asked for: a Slasher fic.
I'm not sure if last week was maybe just a bad week for you, but I'm really glad to see that this week's story contains a tighter narrative with most, if not all, the necessary requirements of a Slasher. That being said, what I really wish you would've done with this story is to tie in the ex-fiancé more, as he is the basis for Sarah to spin wildly out of control and descend into gleeful, murderous insanity.
My only complaint is how too random Lance's appearance was, as I was expecting Frank to reappear somewhere, to either take revenge on Sarah, or for Sarah to finish the job she started on him. Because of the last diary entry, the ending of the story really falls a bit flat and a little unsatisfying. Had you incorporated some extra hints about Lance throughout, or simply put Frank in his place instead, the story as a whole would have had a larger impact, and ultimately, the ending would be much more palatable.
However, you were able to describe a descent into madness without going too overboard with it or making it look out-of-place. It's becoming clear that you have a knack of showing the reader how much something is "not quite right."
My advice as a companion to your current success this week is to eliminate the randomness of dropping characters or ideas into your stories, and focus on incorporating your ideas more seamlessly. A way you could do this is by dropping hints somehow, or gradually building up towards those ideas so they don't come across as lacking aim or direction.
DAN JAMES
This week, I'm glad to see you making an honest effort in applying last week's critiques. The only thing is, is that you replaced your periods with semicolons, and that usage of grammar was often misused and helped to create a story full of run-on sentences.
One other thing is there is a lot of telling versus showing; for a truly immersive piece to pop off the page, it's best to provide information through senses, actions, emotional displays, and which doesn't just tell the reader, "He was panicked." One of the best ways you can do this is to stop using adverbs where you could show instead.
As far as the story goes as a whole, your stories will read much stronger if you can work hard on improving your technical skills and finding ways to show, not tell.
Practice, practice, practice, and don't hold yourself back from asking for feedback from others.
GREAN
I really like your approach of creating a great “You’re Next” -type style story combined with the use of modern technology. You were able to keep the reader guessing, and you did a fine job in creating more show, not tell moments than your last piece. Live Streaming is something the modern world knows about and there have been headlines about violence and murder during Live Streams, which makes this submission highly relevant. I also really liked seeing your interpretation of the dark side of technology and social media.
Your story reads rather densely which makes part of your story long-winded. There are places in which a paragraph could have been broken up because you changed the subject midway. I think if you’re focused on maintaining a five-sentence minimum into a paragraph, to give more variety in sentence length to keep the reader more engaged and feeling like they’re making easy progress.
Your ending is confusing, and you did warn me about that. Although it could use some refining, I honestly like the unexpected ending of them breaking down together and leaving us pondering on what is going to happen next.
As far as the story goes, of all the submissions, yours reads like something that would be made into a movie. I literally kept envisioning these scenes as if they were playing out on a movie screen, so on the subject of your vivid details and description, it comes with a superb job well done.
MAG DISSA
For all intents and purposes, using highly popular and beloved Disney/Pixar characters as nasty, raunchy, swearing, murderous characters just didn't mix well with the Slasher genre. I couldn't help but insert the toy version of the characters into the story, which disconnected me. The juxtaposition of toy cartoon characters on a Slasher confused me because I wasn't sure whether or not it was intended as a serious piece of prose or if it was intended to be over-the-top and campy.
When you're using existing characters from another franchise, you have to do your very best in captivating their personalities as close as possible--and none of the characters presented actually came across as who they're supposed to be. Had you simply just changed their names, I would've never known that this was a Toy Story fanfiction/horror crossover.
For the good aspects of your story, the narrative is vicious and you go for the throat--literally. Revenge is a subcategory of Slasher and I think you executed the spirit of the genre very well, even if the Toy Story characters threw the story off.
SIMONE LE ROUX
What I have come to absolutely love about your writing so far is that you are able to take a prompt and exceed expectations with a great story. Last week's "Loveliest Corpse" was a surreal nightmare; "The Caretakers" goes beyond the surreal and taps into current events plaguing the U.S. And, with South Africa's history of racial segregation and white privilege, your story comes across as relevant and current.
I am not going to beat around the bush: your story had me on edge the whole way through. Your Slasher incorporated "revenge"; but it would be more accurate to describe it as a Social Horror cross-genre that echoes the sentiments of the Haitian Revolt in which southern U.S. slave owners feared would come to pass: black people revolting and killing them in their sleep or worse (*gasp!* interracial relationships!).
My only gripe with your story is that you didn't name any of your characters Karen, but I won't take any points from you for that.
Moving forward, I am very eager to see what else you have in that writing arsenal of yours.
I do want to suggest that you watch your dialogue carefully, however. Sometimes, the characters say things that people wouldn't normally say in a real-life conversation, even if there are blades and blood around. I might suggest reading your dialogue out loud to yourself so that you can determine whether the dialogue feels natural or awkward.
THE SUEN
(Trigger Alert--topics of pedophilia and rape)
I want to congratulate you on a piece of writing well-done and in your ability to set and maintain the tone and pace of the story from the get-go. It was gut-punching, triggering, and savage--exactly how great horror can be written. You took a HUGE risk with the subject material and it's been well-received.
I know you slimmed this piece down some already, but I can see in some places where some extra "pork" could be cut out to deliver the shocks you're giving us with greater force. I admit, in some places, it seems long-winded or overly drawn out, as if maybe you were worried about not making the limit or not getting your description across--but, your description was great, grisly, and unnerving.
Unfortunately, this is where the other shoe drops, because it doesn't read or translate as a Slasher. Your "death by sex" aspect of your story had a great expression, but that's where it stops at being Slasher and it starts being more supernatural/ghost story, up in the same ballpark as Ju-on or Sinister. It's a shame, because had this piece been submitted for a Supernatural Horror prompt, you would've easily made Top3 and/or won the challenge, hands down.
My advice--should you continue with us--is to read and incorporate the genre's characteristics more mindfully.
TWO_SENTENCE_CRITIC
As far as this submission goes for genres, this was a successful Slasher, and I enjoyed how you were able to subvert the "death by sex" into "death by not having or not being able to have sex." At first, I was apprehensive as you approached the ending twist with Sister Christina's admission of being born into a man's body, as the subject of transgender and transsexual identities is currently a hot-button topic (great for horror!), and you seem to have handled the topic somewhat sensitively and progressively.
One of my favorite quotes you wrote was,
“What your mother and sister did to you was wrong but a penis is not the only thing that makes you a man. You don’t need it to make a woman feel good either, sexually or otherwise.”
I feel this ends your story with a flair of empowerment, rather than total villainization or chalking it up to "mutilated penis means psycho killer." But I'm going to be a bit real here: while I love this about your story, my least favorite aspect of it is that your villain is "an angry misgendered person" (even if it was against their will). The villainization of LGBT individuals is all too common in stories across the spectrum of genres in a heteronormative world. However, this isn't to say that you shouldn't include topics like these, but living in a current world that is historically hostile towards trans people, I think this is as good as time as any to change the way we see trans lives by not villainizing them.
Let’s talk a bit more specifically about some choices included in your piece:
Samantha worriedly asked, “is oral sex was the same as losing my virginity?”
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He glimpsed her discreetly crossed fingers behind her back.
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The attack lasted less than two minutes.
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A look of complete shock covered his face.
What all of these things have in common is telling rather than showing, and while some of it seems to be there for more dramatic effect, I found that the biggest culprit is the use of adverbs in your sentences in place of description that you could've shown instead, or some of what you wrote seemed a little unnecessary in the details such as:
Sister Christina informed her it was not, but questioned why anyone would want to put their mouth on the area from which someone urinates.
So, my advice is to resist the urge of using adverbs in place of where you could show instead. Unpack the sentence a bit more and show us how that person seems to feel worried (i.e. they have a nervous habit, e.g. biting nails or pacing around).
The hardest part in writing is striking a balance of description without being too wordy, and most of your piece does this, so don't take me as going in hard on you for this too much. In general, your story is easy to read and leaves you guessing, which to me is super important in any work of fiction.
The way in which you ended your story seems appropriate to the subject matter and all of our questions have been answered, leaving us with a "What happens next?" scenario.

THE PLACEMENTS
[CONFESSA]: Based on this week’s critiques, I’ve made some decisions. It was very hard, as there were some very high peaks and very low valleys. Regardless of whether you are eliminated today, I am elated by your dedication and hard work so far.
Bee…
Two_Sentence_Critic…
Grean…
Claudette Bouchard…
Simone le Roux…
This week, all five of you shook me to my core. You all really slayed this challenge, and neither one of you broke genre or submitted an incomplete piece.
Congratulations, all five of you are in the Top.

Anna Bellamy…
BC Marsden…
Dan James…
Mag Dissa…
The Suen…
The five of you are all in Danger and up for elimination. Two of you submitted a piece that broke genre, which is an unforgivable offense in this competition. No matter how well you write, no matter how good the story, if it doesn’t meet the prompt details, then you will be placed in Danger. One of you also submitted an incomplete piece, and something incomplete cannot be wholly judged.
The other two of you, I’m sorry to say that while neither of you broke genre or submitted an incomplete piece, your stories just do not hold up to this week’s standards which were laid down by the Top 5 this week.
If any of you are elim—
[SIMONE]: Confessa! Wait!
[CONFESSA]: What is it? [SIMONE]: Since I don’t need my immunity this week, I would like to donate it to someone to save them from possible elimination.
[CONFESSA]: [nods] Very well. Who do you choose to save?
[SIMONE]: The Suen. I believe he has a lot more to show, and that he can do better than what he did this week! You said it yourself, he could have made the Top if this were a Supernatural Horror challenge.
[CONFESSA]: The Suen…
[The Suen breathes a huge sigh of relief.]

[CONFESSA]: This time you are Safe. You will be placed Low*. Someone in this competition really believes in you! Don’t let her down.
[THE SUEN]: Oh my God, thank you so much Simone! I’ll do my best from here!
[CONFESSA]: If any of you are eliminated today, this does not mean that this is the end forever, nor does it mean you are a failure. It boils down to the performance of your writing for this week. You should all feel really proud of yourselves.
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[CONFESSA]: Bee, your story was macabre, mystical, and the very essence of what a Slasher piece represents. Claudette, even though your style isn’t the most polished among your competitors, what you brought to the Slasher piece was out-of-the-box, brilliant, and innovative.
Congratulations, both of you are the Winners this week!
I’ll allow you some time to deliberate on who among your competitors you think deserves the hatchet.



[Bee and Claudette both walk over to The Dark Altar, a table covered in a black cloth with an already lit violet candle sitting on its draped surface. It sits propped up by an obsidian holder. A red pen and pieces of parchment have been put out for them. They each write a name on their parchments and place them in a single envelope, stamping it closed with the purple wax of the candle and the MurderHaus sigil. They hand the envelope to Confessa.]
[CONFESSA]: Thank you, Bee, Claudette.
[She tears open the envelope and reads both pieces of paper.]

[CONFESSA]: Yes, of course.
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The first person to be cut from Cycle 1 of MurderHaus is…
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Mag Dissa!
...AND Anna Bellamy!
I’m sorry, this is where your story gets the final edit. You both should be very proud of the work you put in.
[MAG]: Thanks for everyone’s time! It’s been fun! And, congrats to both Bee and Claudette this week.
[ANNA]: Even though mine wasn’t finished, I really enjoyed this contest. Good luck everyone!
[CONFESSA]: You… have been cut.
Bee, Claudette. Both of you have one more choice to make for next week’s prompt. Will you pick Creature Feature or Dark Fantasy?
[BEE] and [CLAUDETTE]: (in unison) CREATURE FEATURE!
Cycle 1 Progress Sheet
Next up: 1.3 The Creature Feature Challenge
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2020.07.07 18:06 Dil872 Of Love and Loss - Part 1

When I started university, I was very social and had many circles of friends. Every now and then different friends would say something along the lines of ‘Oh you should meet Sarah, that would be interesting’ or ‘I would love to see Sarah and you argue’.
A bit of background on me is that I am interested in politics, socio economics, and history. I enjoy witty conversation and most relevant, I have taken part in organized debates since I was ten.
Over the course of the next two years there were these occasional comments and sometimes I would arrive at a friend’s place and would hear that Sarah happened to leave a little earlier. I was mildly interested to meet the illusive Sarah but never went out my way to do so.
The First Meeting
The story skips to my final year in university. I arrive late to my friends’ party and while being introduced to a few people; I finally meet Sarah.
Sarah it turns out is an American (I live in the UK). She moved here shortly before starting university for family reasons.
She starts the conversation with. ‘So, you’re Adam. I have heard a lot about you.’
‘All good things I hope.’ I reply with a smile.
‘Not exactly.’ She laughs. ‘Apparently you would be the first man to prove me wrong.’
‘So, women do that regularly do they?’ I ask jokingly.
Sarah does not appreciate the joke and it starts... Over the next three hours we debate gender equality, politics, world war two, gun laws, religion, sports and even accents.
She is very good; I would describe her as a natural at thinking on her feet and rebuttals. She speaks with great passion and I can see why some would find her intimidating. My approach is quite different; I am always calm; I use a lot of humour and wit, but it has been said that it can seem that I am teasing. We are basically chalk and cheese, the difference being, my approach winds her up. At one of her more acute moments of passion (anger), one her friends suggest that perhaps she should calm down. Without even turning to him she says. ‘Stay out of it limp dick’.
Eventually the crowed around us thins and our debate winds down with no clear victor. Sarah leaves shortly after and I too make my way home.
The Second Meeting
Over the course of the next few weeks there is a lot of conversation among our mutual friends about the debate, with friends taking both sides. There is a bit of a build-up of anticipation for a second showdown. I will not lie, I was nervous. A few days later, I am invited to another friends’ party and am told that Sarah will also be there. I still think the party was organised just to see her and I go at it again for the amusement and entertainment of our friends.
I once again arrive late to the party and as soon as I walk in, the room grows silent. I see Sarah walking toward me. She has fire in her blue eyes and I think to myself, that I am in for a hard time. She stops a few steps away from me and says in a loud voice. ‘You are a terrorist sympathizer.’ There are gasps in the room.
I happen to be from a Muslim background, but her statement is absurd as I have had debates and given talks against all forms of terrorism. Our friends know this, I know that Sarah knows this. I quickly understand what she is trying to do; she thinks by saying something so outrageous/ offensive, she can throw me off balance and get an emotional reaction or perhaps make me withdraw altogether. But this is not my first rodeo. If she wants to throw a low blow, I am going to pull her pants down.
One of her friends (limp dick - LD) interrupts with a ‘Hey now.’ But I raise my hand for silence. I look her in the eyes and say. ‘Then why is it you want to kiss me so badly.’
Her brows furrows and I see the confusion on her face, comprehension dawns when her eyes widen slightly and then what I was silently praying for, she blushes, just a little. It gets better for me. One of our friends says, ‘Aww she’s blushing.’ Sarah stares daggers at the girl who commented and tries to come back with a cool. ‘You wish.’ But it's too late, she is almost drowned out in the laughter and ‘awws’ going around the room.
I walk past her to a group of friends who pat me on the back and congratulate me. For the rest of the evening our paths do not cross.
The Third Meeting
A few days later, I am in the university library with some friends when the topic of Sarah comes up. I say to them that I think she is very good at debating. My friend asks. ‘Better than Jake?’ (Jake had dismantled me in an organised debate about neo capitalism).
‘Jake beat me in one of my weakest topics. Sarah was going toe to toe with me on some of my most researched, strongest areas. To be honest, there were points where I found myself agreeing with her.’
It’s at this point I see my friends looking behind me, I turn back to see what has caught their attention. Lo and behold, Sarah is standing with one of her friends.
‘Sounds like it’s you that wants to kiss my ass.’ She says.
‘You wish.’ I reply, mimicking her.
Before she can reply, my friend says. ‘Not again, can we please just have a chill day.’
To my surprise, Sarah does not bite his head off. She sits down on our table and for the first time we have a civil conversation. Although we cover topics that we did the first time we met, this time it is more of a sharing of ideas and perspectives with all of our friends chiming in. We all move from the library to a restaurant and we have great time. As everyone starts to head home, Sarah and I are the last ones left. She apologises over the terrorist accusation and I apologise for the kissing remark. We share a nervous laugh and say our goodbyes. As I am walking home that evening, I feel something in my stomach. Butterflies, maybe.

Over the course of the next couple of months, we become better acquainted, we exchange numbers and speak often. We still manage to argue but it is lighthearted and always in private. I know at this point I have feelings for her but I’m still building up the courage to do something about it.
Fate, however, is cruel. Before I could make a move, I get a call from my mum, she tells me that my dad and sister have been in a car accident and that I need to come home straight away. I pack a bag and take the next train home. It is difficult to write this part. Unfortunately, my father passed away on the same day and my sister a few days later.
Side note – You never completely recover from the loss of someone you love. Time it seems does not heal all wounds, just numbs the pain enough for us to continue.
I got messages of condolences from everyone, including Sarah.
Due to my grief and other family issues, I ended up staying at home for a while. I would only return to university to sit my final exams.
The Last Meeting
After the last exams I did not attend the many ‘last’ house parties that were going on and kept a low profile. However, one day I ended up at friend’s apartment and a few friends came over, including Sarah. Sarah and I ended up alone in the balcony. It was the first time we had spoken in nearly three months.
She expressed her condolences again and she tentatively told me how her mum had passed away a few years back and it is what made her move to the UK to be with her dad. I could see tension in her face and asked if that’s why she can sometimes be so angry. Her face changed and I could literally see her closing off from me.
I reached out and held her hand. ‘It’s okay. You can tell me.’ I said.
She finally broke down and told me the pain of her losing her mother, the way her step-dad and half siblings treated her, and finally her decision to leave her home, friends and country to get away from all the negativity and live with her real dad in the UK. We spoke for a long time about life and the future.
Eventually I heard someone step into the balcony and Sarah let go of my hand. I had not even realised we were still holding hands.
‘Hey, you’re not making my girlfriend cry, are you?’ Said a voice with a weak laugh.
I turned around, it was LD. He stood their nervously, I turned back to look at Sarah. She lowered her eyes and mumbled. ‘We kind of started dating while you were away.’
I was lost for words. I looked down, then pointed at the door. ‘My car.’ I said randomly and walked away, I heard a goodbye and waved my hand as I left. I did not own a car.
End of part 1
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2020.04.20 12:41 Stoic-Dreamventurer I think I’ve inherited a demon from my ancestors

Updated.
“I think I inherited a demon from my ancestors...It’s almost nothing like pop culture explains, but as far as I can tell, it seems to follow an arbitrary set of rules, and seems to honor agreements. The way that I found out about this demon, actually took me years to piece together, so I’ll start from the beginning.
My sleep paralysis would come on without any warning. The only certainty was that I’d never had it happen for 2 nights consecutively...It’s always roughly an approximation of neon wavelengths, in the crude but geometric shape of a spider, perhaps as a nod to my arachnophobia. It was jerking and skittering out of the unbroken surface my ceiling. ...It would always advance closer and closer, undulating rhythmically as if it were dancing it’s way towards my face. No, dancing isn’t the right word. It was far more frantic, more desperate. Almost as if it were struggling to get to me as much as I was struggling to get away, or even scream for help. Present day, a friend of mine who happened to be a trained, nearly certified guru, told me “John, it seems like this creature means you no-harm. I believe it is in fact, a higher being, trying to get your attention.” “Hmm, well” I started “I appreciate your advice, but I’m not sure I’m ready to believe in this kind of thing. He laughed lightheartedly and said “John, I can tell that you are someone special, but you’re too skeptical, and too modest”. The first time anything out of the ordinary happened to me, I was probably around 5 years old. I say probably because I don’t have very many clear memories from around that age, but I do remember the night-terrors. I’ll get back to my sleep paralysis, but first, I should tell you that I always remember my nightmares. They started months before I was assaulted, and nearly kidnapped by an insane illegal immigrant. I’ll concede that Majority of dreams are forgettable, but the same can’t be said of my nightmares. I’d awaken, drenched and screaming, crying sorrowfully. Not a single memory of what caused these night-terrors exist in my conscious mind...Aside from two sentences I cried: “please, I’m sorry!” And “Don’t let him get me!” What little else I can remember, is always being certain that these night terrors weren’t caused by nightmares. They continued, however I have no recollection of any other words I might have cried, up until I was 11 years old. The year that I’d experienced the first death in my family. At the age of 11, my most favorite person in the world lost her battle with diabetes. It was my grandmother, whom I always called “Granmaw”. Diabetes was the cause, but the circumstances were stranger than your typical diabetes related death...According to my father, my brother attracted spirits into my Granma’s house, and it was known by my most of my relatives that my brother dabbled in the occult. Less known, was the fact that my father had dabbled in the occult when he was around my brother’s same age. Oh, I’ve gotten off track though, maybe I’ll tell you about the peculiar events surrounding Granma’s death another time. Anyway, sure, the night terrors stopped the year my grandmother died, but it was also the year my most memorable nightmares began. Always demons chasing me, sometimes catching me. The type of hellfire and brimstone, typical red of skin, sometimes gray, and usually black, white or red-eye demons. Sometimes an army of demons. I was thrust into hellscapes, fields of tormented souls, tortured by demons. Their demonic forms varied, some almost human, others resembling beasts, but always disgusting, always violent and supernaturally strong. After 3 years of having nightmares around 1-3 times a week, I had had enough. I started fighting back, strangely able to alter many aspects of my nightmares. Many times I tried, many times I failed, miserably. Always losing to their demonic speed, durability and strength, until one afternoon, weeks after my 14th birthday, I came home from school to an empty apartment. Usually my mother or father would be home by this time, greeting me on my way in. I was met by a note. It was in my mother’s handwriting: “I’m going to be staying the weekend at your Aunt’s house, and your father is going to be working until late tonight. I made dinner, but if it’s cold, just reheat it in the microwave. Love you son, see you on Monday”. Nothing too unusual, at least mom made dinner before she left, and I was getting hungry. It had been a rough day at school, and I was more tired than hungry, so instead of chowing down on an early dinner, I decided a nap sounded lovely. I plopped on the couch and closed my eyes. It was the strangest nap I’ve ever had... I was thinking about meditation, although I’d never actually done it, so I decided to just try breathing. In just a couple of minutes, my whole body felt as if it were vibrating intensely, and I could see the blackness of my mind phase into a blurry picture. I heard a woman’s voice, and the image began to get clearer, more stable as the vibration continued in the background. The image was that of a red-skinned, blonde-haired demoness. She had short, red, skin-covered horns. She addressed me by name: “John, take the strength you need. Defeat your demons in combat, our time together grows short. I exist in the mortal world, and you owe me-“ her message was cut short and her image disappeared like a plume of mist, and the most unearthly sound came at me from everywhere and nowhere “ROOOOOAAAAWWWRRR!!!”. I opened my eyes and bolted upright, heart pounding, and feeling out of breath as if I’d just barely made it back up to the surface of a very deep swimming pool. Ever since then, my battles with demons in my dreams never ended with me as the victim. Sometimes it was a draw, but I found that I now had the ability to turn any demonic nightmare in my favor. My battles stopped around my 18th or 19th birthday. That’s when I had my first instance of sleep paralysis. Not long after the first terrifying, yet unremarkable occasion of sleep paralysis, I begun to notice patches of darkness outdoors at night, as well as indoors, inside my home. At this point, it’s just one thing after the another! I remember wishing it would stop. At the age of 20, I got married. Shortly after, I was injured while doing some freelance photography, I should say re-injured, and I couldn’t work or find a job that would take me on in my condition. I fell into a deep depression, of course. I was useless, and I got used to being useless, which was a huge mistake. After being married AND unemployed for a year, 2 jobs came and went, then I found a stable job. At that point, it was already too late to salvage the marriage. I wasn’t the best husband, in fact, my best qualities were 1. Staying faithful, 2. Not being some physically abusive drunk. 3. Having a stable job. My marriage lasted for four years in total, and it had nearly become the most notable nightmare thus far. I’m not here to bash exes, so I’m not gonna go into details why it was such a living nightmare for me, but suffice it to say that I was the one who walked away. 4 months of intentionally staying away from relationships, my best friend, whom I had moved-in with, introduced me to a beautiful Asian friend of his. He told me “I think it’ll be good for your mind and healing. Just talk with her, get to know her. And for god’s sake, DON’T rush into a relationship! Just chill, and be friends”. “Sure” I told my friend “I’m not looking to be in a relationship yet anyway”...Now, I said that, and it was true. But the heart pushes you steps further than you planned taking, for good or for bad. Fast forward a year, and I decided to move to Asia to build a life with her. I’m still not perfect, but I improved leagues above the slob I used to be, and even finished my studies so I could teach English to foreign learners. As soon as I stepped foot in Asia, I found that my nightmares disappeared, as well as my sleep paralysis. The last thing that haunted me, the patches of full darkness present in my environment, which I only seemed to witness when I was alone. I found work at a school in a different province than my girlfriend’s house, too far to commute daily, so I rented a small apartment within walking distance to the school. After taking a shower and eating a cheap dinner, I opened the door to my bathroom. As soon as I did, my attention was pulled to the bathtub, which appeared full of seething darkness, and I could feel eyes upon me. My heart started pounding like a bass-drum as the darkness seemed to be growing, though it could have been my imagination. I fumbled for the light switch, feeling the darkness inches away from my face, finally the lights turned on. Again, it could have been my imagination, the stress of starting a new job I’d never done before, but I could swear it was as if the darkness moved into the solid wall. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and headed to bed. Closing the bathroom door, of course. Needless to say, I couldn’t just fall asleep. I remembered some literature I’d read a while back, something about bloodline curses. “Sometimes, an ancestor of yours could dabble in the occult, maybe in earnest, or maybe as a joke, regardless; whatever ritual they performed, occasionally would actually connect with a spirit, demon, djinn, or even angels. Often, they’d strike a deal without discussing the cost of supernatural favor, resulting in an entity which anchors itself to your family, and by extension, to you.” Wrote the author. ...I wasn’t a firm believer in any of this woo woo type of stuff, but I was willing to try what the author suggested. No Latin, no fancy symbols, no selling of souls and NO sacrificing of any kind. I looked up from my phone, 3am in the morning, and I was putting an end to this. I grabbed a salt shaker, sprinkled thin line of salt all the way around my bed, and avoided letting my eyes linger on the mass of swirling darkness in one of the corners outside of the salt-line around my bed. I thought of how lucky I must be, that I knew quite a bit about folklore and the occult. I addressed the unseen entity, not even certain if there was such a thing, but I firmly told it to listen to me. “Listen up,. Whatever you are, if my ancestor made a deal with you, they did so without my consent! Now, leave me and my family alone. If you mean me or anyone in my family harm, you are unwelcome within 5 kilometers of me and ANY of my loved-ones.” I felt silly, but the tension in the room was heavy. I don’t know why I said what I said next, but it must’ve struck a nerve. “You feed off of my fear, but what do I get out of this? I’m tired of this!” I left the circle of salt. Yeah, I know, what an idiot. It’s a damn good thing this wasn’t a movie. I stepped with confidence, towards the corner of the room, not stopping until I was at the edge of the darkness. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that a street lamp outside flickered a bit, and that the light it shone through my large bedside window, followed a clear path to this corner...But didn’t illuminate it at all. Too late for second thoughts. I stepped into corner, into the darkness. Yet another mistake..... {Continued} A wave hit me. A wave of what could only be described as an electrified blanket of countless, grabbing hands. I was speechless as I recoiled and scrambled back from the corner. I collected myself, and managed to force myself to look back at the corner, and the shadows were empty. The light no longer distorting near it. I wanted to sleep. But I still felt this creature’s presence, merely further away than before. I recalled more literature from some professor’s writings on occult theory, and addressed the entity again. “Not good enough.” I told it. I intended to lawyer safe negotiations between us. “I do not give you permission to harm me or my loved ones. I do not give you permission to gain sustenance from me or my loved ones.” Even then, the tension had begun to fade further. “And if you wish to open negotiations, you must first materialize and appear to me, but this action does not create a debt between us. After ten seconds, regardless of what I choose, you must leave me and my loved ones alone!” I hadn’t mentioned this, but everyone in my family each had their own run-in with demons, just remember that I wasn’t a believer. I started counting. “One. Two. Three. Fo-“ I hadn’t fully reached the count of four, when in the middle of my room, in the very center of where my eyes were focused, it materialized in a soundless blaze of heatless flames. My eyes widened, and other than the top half being vaguely humanoid, everything else about this entity was indescribable. “LISTENING” It’s voice rasped, as if it’s vocal chords were made of charcoal, and it de-materialized just as quickly. I addressed it a final time. Another mistake, in retrospect: “If you wish to be helpful to me and my loved-ones, you may stick around, but never causing physical, emotional or spiritual harm to me or those I call my loved-ones.” I said with what I hoped was a respectful tone. The tension of the room cleared. No malevolent presence, no unnatural shadows. I’m not really sure what I just agreed to, I only know that I never saw shadows full of unnatural darkness again, and haven’t seen nor experienced anything maliciously supernatural in 4 years. 4 years, and I haven’t been afraid even once... If that entity was real, or just a stress-fueled hallucination, I couldn’t honestly tell you for sure. What I can tell you, and this part is pretty strange, though perhaps more explainable...Whenever that entity left, it didn’t leave empty handed...It took something from me- not my soul or anything like that. It took away my fear, I felt it leave. After that, I found that I could no longer feel direct fear, though I could still recognize danger. My arachnophobia was gone! my fear of the dark? Gone. Fear of clowns? Gone. It’s as if I had lost the ability to feel deeply afraid of anything. Now I can’t help but wonder sometimes... Did that demon, or whatever is was leave me with it’s blessing? Did it leave me and my family for all time? Or did it silently accept my foolish offer, shackling itself to me, sticking around my family. Maybe It will occasionally be minimally helpful until the day I die? Something else to consider...Perhaps my future grandchildren are at risk of coming into contact with it? Oh well, it’s not that I’m even sure it was real in the first place... Although if it was, I think I’ll be to blame if my future children, or my children’s children inherit it. That thought doesn’t scare me...Even if it should scare me. {New blog entry} I’m writing this to warn against those of you who might have also inherited demons. This is something everyone who has ever witnessed a demon, I know what I’m about to say may sound crazy...Sometimes I feel like crazy is all that’s left. Now, it’s been one year since my firsthand conversation with my family’s demon. I thought that I had hallucinated the whole encounter, and before you ask, I wasn’t on any drugs. Anyway, I confirmed my demon’s existence about two months after my first encounter. It’s safe to say that not everyone believes in demons. And oftentimes, it’s those who believe in them that tend to see them more often than not. I was walking to my local coffee shop, the only shop within miles or kilometers that has never burned my coffee. I was halfway across the street, when I felt a claw-tipped hand close tightly on my shoulder and pull me back a step. A car roared past me, barely missing me. “Learn to drive, A-hole!” I shouted after the car. That’s when I heard a chuckle from just behind my left ear. “It’s you! I thought I had gotten rid of you. Just...Just what the he’ll do you want?” Again, the demon laughed “Ahahaha! You...Almost died...And yet, you muster anger towards your deliverer? How rude.” I ignored the demon and walked up to the shop. “Hi Fred! Hi Sarah! Can I get-“ “The milk has spoiled, ask them to check it” Blurted-out the demon. Not wanting to look like a nut, I silently hoped I was the only one who could hear it. “Uh, can I get the usual? Well, make it an extra large. And do me a favor, check the milk’s expiration date. Thanks” Fred gave me a puzzled look, but smiled and said “Sure thing”. I walked to the register, feeling the demon’s steps in time with my own, I reached for my wallet. “That‘ll be 3 dollars.” I had just put the money on the counter, when Fred came to the register and gently pushed my money back towards me. He said “Look, Sarah, John just saved our asses!” He whispered just loud enough for the three of us to hear. “What? What happened?” Sarah asked, slightly alarmed. “The milk, it’s all spoiled, and he reminded me to check. We’re lucky everyone ordered soy lattes before! Thanks, John.” They both thanked me, and I got a handful of free coffee coupons. This was almost enough to brighten my mood. Almost, and yet, here I was being stalked by a demon. I found a secluded area in the coffee shop, put on my headphones and acted as if I were speaking with someone on my phone. “Hey...Uh, thanks for saving me from getting run over, oh, and thank for the coffee, err, what can I call you? Besides demon” The demon appeared in the seat before me. It’s form blurred and twisted below the neck, and the only features I could make out was it’s mostly-human face. “You May call me Coalsifer. Your ancestor had less manners than you, John.” Coalcifer said with a grin. I replied “Now that you’re done hiding in the shadows, what is it that you want from me?” It’s grin changed to a smirk. “What do I want? For you to live a long and healthy life.” I laughed, I couldn’t help but laugh; here I was, talking with a demon who had given me it’s name, and it tells me that it wants me to live a long and healthy life? “Ha! That’s rich. What happened to you being Mr. Scary, hides in the shadows, and gives little boys sleep paralysis?” The lights of the coffee shop flickered, and the song coming from the shop’s radio hissed static briefly. “Two things, Johnny boy. 1. It’s Ms. Coalcifer. 2. I never gave you sleep paralysis. I SAVED you from that which CAUSES sleep paralysis.” I was shook. “Uh, what? First, you’re a GIRL? And second, WHAT? You mean to say, you saved me from something that causes sleep paralysis?” Her form shimmered, and came into focus. Apart from the red horns on her head, and black eyes, she was gorgeous. Her blonde hair fell passed her shoulders, down to her...Well, she wasn’t wearing any clothes. I blushed, immediately bringing my eyes to meet her gaze. “Wow, I mean, don’t you have any clothes?” I started, until I realized that this was the demoness from my dreams. The SAME one who gave me the power to fight demons in my nightmares. “Ah, Johnny boy, you DO remember me. How sweet! You were but a boy when we met. I reached out three more times to hint I was still with you, but contacting you directly again would have put you in undue danger.” What Coalcifer was telling me, I started to remember. Within two years after our first encounter, my father told me about Coalcifer giving him a message for me. The year after that, My cousin Brian told me of his dream where Coalcifer was sending me her regards. “Wait, so that dream where we- look, I was 18, you know how teenage boys are...” I replied, recounting the vaguely erotic dream I’d, well, encountered her in. She winked, and leaned forward “Indeed. Anyway, you’re a kept man, now. Though sadly, that may change...Your girlfriend is in danger.” Coalcifer went on to explain why some demons follow certain bloodlines, attributing it demon-blood, the blood of fallen angels, flowing in the veins of certain families across the globe. She continued, telling me that souls are rarely made, but in my case, it was quite an old one. “We were even lovers, once, a thousand years before this life. Demons don’t usually want just any soul. They want the soul which they resonate with the most” she whispered into my left ear, now suddenly behind me. “I don’t know what to do with that information” I said, feeling a strange mix of disgust, curiosity, and longing. “Look, will you just tell me what’s going to happen to Sandy!?” I almost shouted, earning me a worried look from Fred and Sarah. I smiled weakly and gave them thumbs up to show them I was fine. “Creatures, not unlike those I protect you from, have honed in on her soul. They have their own agenda...You see, Sandy’s soul shines like an immense beacon.” Coalcifer went on to explain that these creatures wanted to consume Sandy’s soul, and that these creatures were older than any demon, and greater than most arch demons. I guzzled my coffee, and headed home to get my car. There are a few places I need to go, and quite a few supplies I need to gather: Iron, silver, sea salt, chalk, rosemary, grave-dust, and consecrated olive oil. After a few hours, I arrived home and with Coalcifer’s help, began filling a small, blank book, with a list of arcane and infernal spells. Wish me luck.
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2020.01.25 17:35 PriyaBains My Mother

My Mother
Hi Courtney, my name is Priya Bains and I sent you this because I hoped you would read it in one of your videos. Thank you so much and I love your youtube channel!
My Mother always had it hard. Something she was all too happy to remind my sister and I throughout our childhoods. When I was seven and my sister was ten our father left us in a car accident and from then it was up to her to raise us. The death of Father took its tole on her. Both mentally and physically. She looked like she aged ten years in ten months. Her hair went from a chestnut brown to mousey with very defined steaks of grey. Her perfect porcelain skin became cracked and covered in worry lines and crows feet. Her healthy body became super skinny as she never seemed to eat anything, even at meal times. She would just sit and stare at Wendy and I. Whenever our plates weren’t spotless she would berate us about wasting food and how poor we were without our father. All the while her dinner would sit there, untouched.
I didn’t mind that Mother had changed. We all had. Wendy had become more distant. She got all her interaction and love from outside sources. Mostly jerks. Wendy was never without a boyfriend from the age of eleven years old. This infuriated Mother. Perhaps it was seeing her daughter blossom into a woman and find human connection while she was seemingly wasting away. Any time she met any of Wendy’s boyfriends she would immediately take a disliking to them. Going as far as calling them rapists to their face to try and scare them off. One time I remember a twelve year old Dennis Jacob run down the street crying. Needless to say. She wasn’t very popular with the other Ms or with Wendy after that.
Seeing Wendy chase happiness seemed to bring out the venom in Mother, but I would only find out the truth of what Mother was capable of later in life. But enough of that for now.
Seeing everything my sister went through trying to date and the abuse it brought from Mother I tended to avoid boys. They loved me, I was the spitting image of Mother at the same age. Brown hair and porcelain skin. But no matter how many times they would ask me the answer stayed the same.
Mother, Wendy and I all lived together until Wendy turned nineteen. I was still in high school and she was in college. I remember the night it happened. Wendy had brought home a boy from her college. It was the first time either of us had met him but I knew they had been dating secretly for over a year. Tim was handsome and quite fond of Wendy. They seemed a perfect match for one another. To our surprise when announced that her and Tim were going to get married.
My mother was furious. She cursed out Wendy and Tim. Called them horrible names and demanding that they were to break up immediately. Wendy did not take that well. She stormed out the door with Tim in hand, vowing to never return.
She did return two days later while my mother was at work and I was at school. She took only her favourite things and moved in with Tim and his family. Her and Mother didn’t talk for years.
The loss of Wendy was again so hard on Mother. She dealt with it the same way she dealt with Fathers passing. She became more possessive of me. I wasn't allowed to go out with friends as much after school and on weekends. Instead that time would be spent with Mother, not doing anything necessarily. Usually listening to her talk about how hard her life was and how she couldn’t take losing me as well. I would have moments of wanting to escape this. It was torture, I felt like I lived in a cage sometimes. But how ever I was feeling I never acted out. I just sat there. Mother didn’t want me going to college like my sister, instead making me get a job at the bank she worked at. I agreed but everything in my heart and stomach was telling me to run. But again I couldn’t. Luckily for me, the bank manager offered me a job at a different branch across town. My mother did not like this. But there was nothing she could do about it, I was actually excited. There had been a dread growing in me at the thought of seeing Mother both at night and all day.
That was basically my life for a while. I would work. Then I would come home and sit with mother. I had Tuesdays off. Opting to work Saturdays because that was Mothers day off. Thats when I would talk to my sister. I had her number but I wouldn’t dare to call her when my mother was around. Less I be cursed. One Tuesday Wendy sprung the news on me. Her and her husband were expecting a child. I was ecstatic for her. I was going to be an aunt. For one selfish moment I thought this might be the thing that softens my mothers heart and gets her off my back and that is what happened. Actually it happened a bit too well.
Wendy told my mother that her and her husband were expecting and a new energy came over my mother. She completely flipped on Wendy and began doting on her so intensely. She even had a baby crib installed in our house. She spent thousands of dollars buying baby toys and necessities for both our house and Wendys. It was as if this baby would fix whatever problems that had been caused by my father dying. For the entire pregnancy my mother basically ignored me. She never cared what I did anymore. Even when I said that I might join a dating site. Her whole world was now the upcoming birth of her grandchild.
For the first time in the longest time I was basically free. At the same time I couldn’t help but feel jealous. My mother had spent so long digging her fingers into me. Stealing my youth. Now she didn’t seem to care about me in the slightest. I was infuriated. I made it my mission to always be in my mothers and Wendys life. There wasn’t an event too small. From sonograms to shopping for baby clothes. If my mother was there I would be too.
This continued until the birth of little Clayton. He was a perfect specimen. Cute little button nose and chubby cheeks. With Wendy and her husband in the hospital my mother practically assaulted a security guard to get to their room. The second Wendy put Clayton down, Mother picked him up and held him so tightly. The look of Wendys husbands face turned from happy to concerned as he watched Mother get closer and closer to little Clayton. Breathing him in. She looked ready to eat him up like a pork chop. She didn’t get a chance to though. The nurse came in at that moment and demanded that Mother and I leave immediately so that the couple could bond with their child. Mother was ready to throw a fit but eventually submitted and left but not before planting one last kiss on Clayton.
Over the next few years it was as if I didn’t exist anymore in my mothers eyes. She would spend every moment she wasn’t working Babysitting Clayton. This allowed Wendy to work and also drove her up the wall sometimes. I was just happy to see him when I was invited but mother was almost never home anymore. It got to the point that I was spending most nights alone. I decided one evening I needed a chance and decided to move out. The next day I told Mother and she barely acknowledged I was in the room as she nursed Clayton.
Within a month I was out of the house and for the first time in my life I was free. I could do whatever I wanted. I was now independent. The only thing was, I didn’t want to do anything. I had no ambitions so I just continued to be alone. Waiting to be invited to events and dates when the opportunity presented itself. As I got older the line of men asking to take me out got less and less. Over the next decade I became lonelier and lonelier.
This all changed a week after Claytons twelfth birthday.
I had attended his birthday party and seen him surrounded by friends and his doting Grandmother. That bitch hadn’t talked to me in three months. Wendy was kind and actually tried to mend our relationship but I knew the truth. Mother had lost interest in me for her grandson. It wasn’t his fault but I count help but miss the days when I had mother in my life. I don’t know why. I hated it at the time but when it was gone It was like a part of me had been ripped away. I couldn’t help but on occasion wish Clayton would disappear and things might return to the way they were.
The horrible thing is. I got my wish.
The following Saturday after his birthday Clayton had gone to my Mothers to mow her lawn and never retuned.
At around six in the evening I received a frantic call from Wendy, “Have you seen Clayton? I have called his cell phone over and over and his not picking up”.
I hadn’t and tried to calm her. All evil thoughts aside I needed to help my sister. We looked all over the neighbourhood that evening and had no luck. Her husband had called the police but they couldn’t do an official search until the next morning.
For the next week whole town searched high and low for Clayton. There was interviews on the news and pictures on mike cartons. We all believed that he would eventually show up but the closest we came after three weeks was that his bike was found in a lake at the edge of town. It was decided by the police that he may have drowned and slowly over time the case of missing Clayton was given less and less attention. My sister handled all this the best she could. Breaking down constantly and barely leaving her house.
This was also when Mother began to act really strange. During this time she became violently ill but refused to seek any medical attention. We were all so busy with Clayton that we left her to her own stubbornness. I still made sure to check in on her every day or so. No matter how bad she got she refused to go to the hospital. One day I went over only to find her vomiting blood all over the bathroom. She just cursed me out and told me to keep looking for her grandson.
This lasted for a few weeks and after three days of not hearing from her I got a worried and went over to visit. Preparing for the worst I opened the door to see that mother had made a full recovery. She was even cleaning. Truth be told I actually hadn’t seen her with this much energy in years. Her colour had returned and she had such a bounce in her step.
She looked well enough to join us on another mission to look for Clayton. She was happy to join. We took a path that hadn’t been checked yet and searched for hours. Unfortunately again we came back empty handed and had to deliver the grim news to Wendy and Tim. The sight of Mother alive and well didn’t offer them much comfort. She didn’t help much. Telling them that Clayton would most likely never be found. Wendy did her best to fight back the tears before falling into her husbands arms a crying mess. I understood her grief but it baffled me that she wasn’t even a little happy that mother was alive and well.
I dropped Mother home. She wasn’t in any mood to talk so I left and returned to my place. I was so relieved to know that even in this tragedy I was getting Mother back.
Over the next few months things went from desperate to horrible. The police stated that they would be no longer devoting man hours to the such of Clayton. Wendy and her husband became recluses. I waited by the phone for something to happen. One day I received a call from Wendy. She was infuriated. Mother had been over and began suggesting that Wendy should start having more children. As soon as possible, before her eggs dried up. She wouldn’t drop the subject. Even with all the horrible things mother had said to me over my life even this seemed in poor taste. And apparently when Wendy had said she wasn’t ready to think of such things Mother became irate even throwing a mug at Wendys Husband.
I never heard Mothers perspective on the subject. She wouldn’t pick up my calls at this point and anytime I tried to visit she would say she didn’t have time to entertain me.
One evening I received a call from Wendy. Mother had been over and she had caught her attempting to sabotage their birth control. When they confronted her she came at Wendys husband with a knife. Cutting him on his arm. She had left but the whole ordeal had left Wendy and her husband at their wits end. They had decided to pack up their lives and leave town that night.
The sad truth of all of this is I never saw Wendy again.
The next day while at work I received a call from a nurse at the hospital. My mother had suffered a nervous breakdown and had been brought in by ambulance that morning. I left work and drove straight to the hospital. When I arrived I found Mother sleeping. Even with all the stress of going through a complete breakdown my mother still had her smooth porcelain skin. Mine had been forming lines and cracks for the last few years but hers still looked so youthful. The doctor actually asked if we were sisters before seeing my mothers age. He just commented that we must have good genes.
After Mother was allowed to return home I moved back in and began caring for her. She wasn't able to work anymore so I continued to work at the bank and look after her in my spare time. As bad as everything had gotten I can say for the first time in the longest time. I was whole. Even though Mother wasn’t the same woman she was it was comforting to have her around.
Twenty years passed and Mother slowly deteriorated. So did I. I was now in my sixties and mother in her eighties. Her mind had all but gone but her body was still a vision. I guess because she spent the last two decades doing little more then necessary. I on the other hand had withered away. Working and caring for Mother had taken its tole on me. My fine lines were now gaping cracks and my porcelain skin covered in wear and tear. I was staring at myself in the mirror wondering where the years had gone when Mother called from her bed.
“Clayton!” She screamed.
I ran to her bedside where she seemed to be having a moment of lucidity.
“What is it Mother?”, I asked. Taking every moment of consciousness Mother could give me as a treat these days. Sometimes she would offer a look into her past other times it was just nice to talk to someone who was able to talk back.
“I need to find Clayton. I need his heart!”, Mother said with a focused look on her face.
“What did she mean?”, I probably should have chalked that up to the rants of someone who wasn’t all there, but I just had to ask.
“Mother, What do you mean?”, I asked as a chill ran down my spine. Worried about any answer I might hear.
“I need to eat Claytons heart. So I can regain my youth. Ive been reading a lot about different texts lately and If I eat that boys heart and say the words from my book I will gain his youth.”, Explained Mother as she stared up at the sealing.
I didn’t know what to think. Was this just another rant or had Mother killed my nephew? I asked her where the book was and she said it was hidden in her locked writing desk. After looking high and low for the key I eventually broke open the desk and sure enough hidden in the back was a small black book of spells. The cover was embossed with vile pictures of babies hanging from their mothers womb by the umbilical cords and standing above them all was who I can only assume was the devil.
I opened the book where a bookmark sat. It was the spell Mother had mentioned. By taking the heart of a younger member of your bloodline and consuming it you would be able to gain their youth and theoretically live forever. I was taken back. Surely my mother had not done this to Clayton. But eventually the penny dropped. When Clayton had disappeared she had become such then miraculously recovered. Recovering to the point where she was stronger then before.
I didn’t know what to do. So I kept looking through the book. I found another spell that peaked my curiosity and chilled me to my core. A binding spell. By cutting a piece of flesh from someones abdomen and ingesting that the victim would become infatuated by the spell caster. Unable to ever be free of the want to be close to them. I lifted my shirt and looked at the ugly scar that I had tried to hide most of my life. I never knew where I got it from. Only that It appeared one night. I think Mother had been practicing this dark magic my whole life.
I decided to approach Mother again and see if Could get any answers. To my luck she was having a moment of clarity while in a dream like state.
“What did you do to me Mother?”, I asked. Fighting back the urge to stab her.
“I needed you to stay. Your father had left and your sister was half way out the door. I couldn’t lose you so I decided I had to try a drastic measure”, Mother said in mumbles and yawns.
“What about Clayton? Did you Kill Clayton?”, I was losing patience.
“Yes” She said.
That was it. Yes. She had ruined my sisters life as well as mine and killed a her own grandson and all she could say was yes.
I left the room with tears streaming down my face. Who was this monster? How could she toy with the lives of those around her? Should I call the police? Or a priest? Thoughts ran around and around in my head until I came to the only logical conclusion I could. I slowly returned to mothers room and while she slept I put a pillow over her face and let her slip away into death. The sadness I felt nearly killed me as her body gave what little fight it could. At the same time I felt anger and hatred pumping through my veins as I felt her body let out its last few palpitations.
As soon as she was gone I felt a weight lift off my shoulders and from my heart. I was finally able to see this bitch for what she was. A horrible, manipulative piece of shit that cared only for herself. She had killed and eaten her own grandson and even had the nerve to demand her daughter have another child. Presumable to do the same to that poor soul.
AND ME!
She had stolen my life. Im in my sixties and I have never done anything except work and care for her. I never fell in love. Il never had children. She had taken everything away from me. Now I'm more alone then ever.
I decided to still have a funeral for her. To my surprise it was well attended. Mother had been enjoying a full social life when I wasn’t around. I made the effort to look up Wendy and left a message on her machine telling her about the funeral. I didn’t hear anything from her so I assumed she wasn’t coming.
But there was a surprise. On the day of the funeral as I thought back on my wasted life I saw a young woman at the back of the church. She was the spitting image of my sister but much younger. She must have been eighteen. Her hair was black as the night and her skin porcelain white. Not a line on her perfect porcelain skin. Everything I had lost to my mothers evil.
I made sure to talk to the young woman who informed me that she was Wendys’s daughter, Sarah. She had heard the message and decided that someone needed to be at the funeral. I couldn’t help but to have terrible thoughts as I looked at my new niece. That maybe I could steal back my youth as Mother had all those years ago. But thats all it is, a thought.
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2020.01.25 05:14 andrewmjsmith My Mother

My Mother always had it hard. Something she was all to happy to remind my sister and I throughout our childhoods. When I was seven and my sister was ten our father left us in a car accident and from then it was up to her to raise us. The death of Father took its tole on her. Both mentally and physically. She looked like she aged ten years in ten months. Her hair went from a chestnut brown to mousey with very defined steaks of grey. Her perfect porcelain skin became cracked and covered in worry lines and crows feet. Her healthy body became super skinny as she never seemed to eat anything, even at meal times. She would just sit and stare at Wendy and I. Whenever our plates weren’t spotless she would berate us about wasting food and how poor we were without our father. All the while her dinner would sit there, untouched.
I didn’t mind that Mother had changed. We all had. Wendy had become more distant. She got all her interaction and love from outside sources. Mostly jerks. Wendy was never without a boyfriend from the age of eleven years old. This infuriated Mother. Perhaps it was seeing her daughter blossom into a woman and find human connection while she was seemingly wasting away. Any time she met any of Wendy’s boyfriends she would immediately take a disliking to them. Going as far as calling them rapists to their face to try and scare them off. One time I remember a twelve year old Dennis Jacob run down the street crying. Needless to say. She wasn’t very popular with the other Ms or with Wendy after that.
Seeing Wendy chase happiness seemed to bring out the venom in Mother, but I would only find out the truth of what Mother was capable of later in life. But enough of that for now.
Seeing everything my sister went through trying to date and the abuse it brought from Mother I tended to avoid boys. They loved me, I was the spitting image of Mother at the same age. Brown hair and porcelain skin. But no matter how many times they would ask me the answer stayed the same.
Mother, Wendy and I all lived together until Wendy turned nineteen. I was still in high school and she was in college. I remember the night it happened. Wendy had brought home a boy from her college. It was the first time either of us had met him but I knew they had been dating secretly for over a year. Tim was handsome and quite fond of Wendy. They seemed a perfect match for one another. To our surprise when announced that her and Tim were going to get married.
My mother was furious. She cursed out Wendy and Tim. Called them horrible names and demanding that they were to break up immediately. Wendy did not take that well. She stormed out the door with Tim in hand, vowing to never return.
She did return two days later while my mother was at work and I was at school. She took only her favourite things and moved in with Tim and his family. Her and Mother didn’t talk for years.
The loss of Wendy was again so hard on Mother. She dealt with it the same way she dealt with Fathers passing. She became more possessive of me. I wasn't allowed to go out with friends as much after school and on weekends. Instead that time would be spent with Mother, not doing anything necessarily. Usually listening to her talk about how hard her life was and how she couldn’t take losing me as well. I would have moments of wanting to escape this. It was torture, I felt like I lived in a cage sometimes. But how ever I was feeling I never acted out. I just sat there. Mother didn’t want me going to college like my sister, instead making me get a job at the bank she worked at. I agreed but everything in my heart and stomach was telling me to run. But again I couldn’t. Luckily for me, the bank manager offered me a job at a different branch across town. My mother did not like this. But there was nothing she could do about it, I was actually excited. There had been a dread growing in me at the thought of seeing Mother both at night and all day.
That was basically my life for a while. I would work. Then I would come home and sit with mother. I had Tuesdays off. Opting to work Saturdays because that was Mothers day off. Thats when I would talk to my sister. I had her number but I wouldn’t dare to call her when my mother was around. Less I be cursed. One Tuesday Wendy sprung the news on me. Her and her husband were expecting a child. I was ecstatic for her. I was going to be an aunt. For one selfish moment I thought this might be the thing that softens my mothers heart and gets her off my back and that is what happened. Actually it happened a bit too well.
Wendy told my mother that her and her husband were expecting and a new energy came over my mother. She completely flipped on Wendy and began doting on her so intensely. She even had a baby crib installed in our house. She spent thousands of dollars buying baby toys and necessities for both our house and Wendys. It was as if this baby would fix whatever problems that had been caused by my father dying. For the entire pregnancy my mother basically ignored me. She never cared what I did anymore. Even when I said that I might join a dating site. Her whole world was now the upcoming birth of her grandchild.
For the first time in the longest time I was basically free. At the same time I couldn’t help but feel jealous. My mother had spent so long digging her fingers into me. Stealing my youth. Now she didn’t seem to care about me in the slightest. I was infuriated. I made it my mission to always be in my mothers and Wendys life. There wasn’t an event too small. From sonograms to shopping for baby clothes. If my mother was there I would be too.
This continued until the birth of little Clayton. He was a perfect specimen. Cute little button nose and chubby cheeks. With Wendy and her husband in the hospital my mother practically assaulted a security guard to get to their room. The second Wendy put Clayton down, Mother picked him up and held him so tightly. The look of Wendys husbands face turned from happy to concerned as he watched Mother get closer and closer to little Clayton. Breathing him in. She looked ready to eat him up like a pork chop. She didn’t get a chance to though. The nurse came in at that moment and demanded that Mother and I leave immediately so that the couple could bond with their child. Mother was ready to throw a fit but eventually submitted and left but not before planting one last kiss on Clayton.
Over the next few years it was as if I didn’t exist anymore in my mothers eyes. She would spend every moment she wasn’t working Babysitting Clayton. This allowed Wendy to work and also drove her up the wall sometimes. I was just happy to see him when I was invited but mother was almost never home anymore. It got to the point that I was spending most nights alone. I decided one evening I needed a chance and decided to move out. The next day I told Mother and she barely acknowledged I was in the room as she nursed Clayton.
Within a month I was out of the house and for the first time in my life I was free. I could do whatever I wanted. I was now independent. The only thing was, I didn’t want to do anything. I had no ambitions so I just continued to be alone. Waiting to be invited to events and dates when the opportunity presented itself. As I got older the line of men asking to take me out got less and less. Over the next decade I became lonelier and lonelier.
This all changed a week after Claytons twelfth birthday.
I had attended his birthday party and seen him surrounded by friends and his doting Grandmother. That bitch hadn’t talked to me in three months. Wendy was kind and actually tried to mend our relationship but I knew the truth. Mother had lost interest in me for her grandson. It wasn’t his fault but I count help but miss the days when I had mother in my life. I don’t know why. I hated it at the time but when it was gone It was like a part of me had been ripped away. I couldn’t help but on occasion wish Clayton would disappear and things might return to the way they were.
The horrible thing is. I got my wish.
The following Saturday after his birthday Clayton had gone to my Mothers to mow her lawn and never retuned.
At around six in the evening I received a frantic call from Wendy, “Have you seen Clayton? I have called his cell phone over and over and his not picking up”.
I hadn’t and tried to calm her. All evil thoughts aside I needed to help my sister. We looked all over the neighbourhood that evening and had no luck. Her husband had called the police but they couldn’t do an official search until the next morning.
For the next week whole town searched high and low for Clayton. There was interviews on the news and pictures on mike cartons. We all believed that he would eventually show up but the closest we came after three weeks was that his bike was found in a lake at the edge of town. It was decided by the police that he may have drowned and slowly over time the case of missing Clayton was given less and less attention. My sister handled all this the best she could. Breaking down constantly and barely leaving her house.
This was also when Mother began to act really strange. During this time she became violently ill but refused to seek any medical attention. We were all so busy with Clayton that we left her to her own stubbornness. I still made sure to check in on her every day or so. No matter how bad she got she refused to go to the hospital. One day I went over only to find her vomiting blood all over the bathroom. She just cursed me out and told me to keep looking for her grandson.
This lasted for a few weeks and after three days of not hearing from her I got a worried and went over to visit. Preparing for the worst I opened the door to see that mother had made a full recovery. She was even cleaning. Truth be told I actually hadn’t seen her with this much energy in years. Her colour had returned and she had such a bounce in her step.
She looked well enough to join us on another mission to look for Clayton. She was happy to join. We took a path that hadn’t been checked yet and searched for hours. Unfortunately again we came back empty handed and had to deliver the grim news to Wendy and Tim. The sight of Mother alive and well didn’t offer them much comfort. She didn’t help much. Telling them that Clayton would most likely never be found. Wendy did her best to fight back the tears before falling into her husbands arms a crying mess. I understood her grief but it baffled me that she wasn’t even a little happy that mother was alive and well.
I dropped Mother home. She wasn’t in any mood to talk so I left and returned to my place. I was so relieved to know that even in this tragedy I was getting Mother back.
Over the next few months things went from desperate to horrible. The police stated that they would be no longer devoting man hours to the such of Clayton. Wendy and her husband became recluses. I waited by the phone for something to happen. One day I received a call from Wendy. She was infuriated. Mother had been over and began suggesting that Wendy should start having more children. As soon as possible, before her eggs dried up. She wouldn’t drop the subject. Even with all the horrible things mother had said to me over my life even this seemed in poor taste. And apparently when Wendy had said she wasn’t ready to think of such things Mother became irate even throwing a mug at Wendys Husband.
I never heard Mothers perspective on the subject. She wouldn’t pick up my calls at this point and anytime I tried to visit she would say she didn’t have time to entertain me.
One evening I received a call from Wendy. Mother had been over and she had caught her attempting to sabotage their birth control. When they confronted her she came at Wendys husband with a knife. Cutting him on his arm. She had left but the whole ordeal had left Wendy and her husband at their wits end. They had decided to pack up their lives and leave town that night.
The sad truth of all of this is I never saw Wendy again.
The next day while at work I received a call from a nurse at the hospital. My mother had suffered a nervous breakdown and had been brought in by ambulance that morning. I left work and drove straight to the hospital. When I arrived I found Mother sleeping. Even with all the stress of going through a complete breakdown my mother still had her smooth porcelain skin. Mine had been forming lines and cracks for the last few years but hers still looked so youthful. The doctor actually asked if we were sisters before seeing my mothers age. He just commented that we must have good genes.
After Mother was allowed to return home I moved back in and began caring for her. She wasn't able to work anymore so I continued to work at the bank and look after her in my spare time. As bad as everything had gotten I can say for the first time in the longest time. I was whole. Even though Mother wasn’t the same woman she was it was comforting to have her around.
Twenty years passed and Mother slowly deteriorated. So did I. I was now in my sixties and mother in her eighties. Her mind had all but gone but her body was still a vision. I guess because she spent the last two decades doing little more then necessary. I on the other hand had withered away. Working and caring for Mother had taken its tole on me. My fine lines were now gaping cracks and my porcelain skin covered in wear and tear. I was staring at myself in the mirror wondering where the years had gone when Mother called from her bed.
“Clayton!” She screamed.
I ran to her bedside where she seemed to be having a moment of lucidity.
“What is it Mother?”, I asked. Taking every moment of consciousness Mother could give me as a treat these days. Sometimes she would offer a look into her past other times it was just nice to talk to someone who was able to talk back.
“I need to find Clayton. I need his heart!”, Mother said with a focused look on her face.
“What did she mean?”, I probably should have chalked that up to the rants of someone who wasn’t all there, but I just had to ask.
“Mother, What do you mean?”, I asked as a chill ran down my spine. Worried about any answer I might hear.
“I need to eat Claytons heart. So I can regain my youth. Ive been reading a lot about different texts lately and If I eat that boys heart and say the words from my book I will gain his youth.”, Explained Mother as she stared up at the sealing.
I didn’t know what to think. Was this just another rant or had Mother killed my nephew? I asked her where the book was and she said it was hidden in her locked writing desk. After looking high and low for the key I eventually broke open the desk and sure enough hidden in the back was a small black book of spells. The cover was embossed with vile pictures of babies hanging from their mothers womb by the umbilical cords and standing above them all was who I can only assume was the devil.
I opened the book where a bookmark sat. It was the spell Mother had mentioned. By taking the heart of a younger member of your bloodline and consuming it you would be able to gain their youth and theoretically live forever. I was taken back. Surely my mother had not done this to Clayton. But eventually the penny dropped. When Clayton had disappeared she had become such then miraculously recovered. Recovering to the point where she was stronger then before.
I didn’t know what to do. So I kept looking through the book. I found another spell that peaked my curiosity and chilled me to my core. A binding spell. By cutting a piece of flesh from someones abdomen and ingesting that the victim would become infatuated by the spell caster. Unable to ever be free of the want to be close to them. I lifted my shirt and looked at the ugly scar that I had tried to hide most of my life. I never knew where I got it from. Only that It appeared one night. I think Mother had been practicing this dark magic my whole life.
I decided to approach Mother again and see if Could get any answers. To my luck she was having a moment of clarity while in a dream like state.
“What did you do to me Mother?”, I asked. Fighting back the urge to stab her.
“I needed you to stay. Your father had left and your sister was half way out the door. I couldn’t lose you so I decided I had to try a drastic measure”, Mother said in mumbles and yawns.
“What about Clayton? Did you Kill Clayton?”, I was losing patience.
“Yes” She said.
That was it. Yes. She had ruined my sisters life as well as mine and killed a her own grandson and all she could say was yes.
I left the room with tears streaming down my face. Who was this monster? How could she toy with the lives of those around her? Should I call the police? Or a priest? Thoughts ran around and around in my head until I came to the only logical conclusion I could. I slowly returned to mothers room and while she slept I put a pillow over her face and let her slip away into death. The sadness I felt nearly killed me as her body gave what little fight it could. At the same time I felt anger and hatred pumping through my veins as I felt her body let out its last few palpitations.
As soon as she was gone I felt a weight lift off my shoulders and from my heart. I was finally able to see this bitch for what she was. A horrible, manipulative piece of shit that cared only for herself. She had killed and eaten her own grandson and even had the nerve to demand her daughter have another child. Presumable to do the same to that poor soul.
AND ME!
She had stolen my life. Im in my sixties and I have never done anything except work and care for her. I never fell in love. Il never had children. She had taken everything away from me. Now I'm more alone then ever.
I decided to still have a funeral for her. To my surprise it was well attended. Mother had been enjoying a full social life when I wasn’t around. I made the effort to look up Wendy and left a message on her machine telling her about the funeral. I didn’t hear anything from her so I assumed she wasn’t coming.
But there was a surprise. On the day of the funeral as I thought back on my wasted life I saw a young woman at the back of the church. She was the spitting image of my sister but much younger. She must have been eighteen. Her hair was black as the night and her skin porcelain white. Not a line on her perfect porcelain skin. Everything I had lost to my mothers evil.
I made sure to talk to the young woman who informed me that she was Wendys’s daughter, Sarah. She had heard the message and decided that someone needed to be at the funeral. I couldn’t help but to have terrible thoughts as I looked at my new niece. That maybe I could steal back my youth as Mother had all those years ago. But thats all it is, a thought.
Sarah and I actually hit it off. She’s kind, a little too kind for her own good. She’s been visiting me and helping me get rid of mothers things over the lat week or two. Wendy doesn’t know. Its probably for the best, she wouldn’t approve.
I have been reading more of mothers book. Turns out you can steal youth from many places. But its never permanent and always time consuming. If you want to regain your youth pertinently you need to consume the heart of one in your bloodline.
RING.
You will have to excuse me while I answer the door.
Sarah’s here to help some more. She’s been such a blessing to me over the last few week and I know she’s going to be a big part of me… I mean, my life from now on.

Andrew MJ Smith
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2019.12.30 14:43 HeadOfSpectre Buskerfest

Once upon a time, my name was Sarah Saturn.

According to the sign beneath my post, I was a robot from another planet in the distant future and I was powered by the smiles of the passersby. The kids loved me. My shimmering silver skin and practiced robotic movements baffled them and amused their parents. I was never the star of any shows. But I was enough of an oddity that people couldn’t help but look and the really nice ones would tip. On a good day, I’d earn a couple hundred dollars, and most of those good days came from Buskerfests.

If you’ve never been to a Buskerfest, I’d highly recommend it. If you’re not sure what it is, it’s simply a festival of street performers! Jugglers, acrobats, daredevils and human statues like me. I don't think people realize how difficult busking can be but if you can make a career out of it, it's rewarding. I’d seen my fair share of shit. I’d been flashed, groped and pushed by assholes who were trying to make me break character. I won’t pretend as if I was the best in the business, but I was good and I enjoyed it! Getting to be Sarah Saturn was a big part of that. I created her because I fell in love with that 1950s retro space theme. As a little kid, I grew up on the Jetsons, Forbidden Planet and other old sci-fi classics. Those worlds fascinated me! I wanted to live in them and I wanted to share my love of them with others! When I got into Busking, it seemed like the natural choice. Of course I had other personas. I’d been Elvis and Lady Liberty. I wasn’t a one trick pony after all! People liked variety after all but at the end of the day, Sarah Saturn was my favorite. She was the one I always kept coming back to.

The Dundas Buskerfest wasn’t all that glamorous compared to some of the ones I’d gone to, but I still enjoyed it. Dundas was a small little city that was just outside of Hamilton Ontario. Its downtown area felt exactly like a small town, but that gave it a quaint sort of charm that I admired. I’d been at that Buskerfest for a few years, and gotten to know some of the talent but my favorite amongst them was Fernando the Fool.

Fernando was a daredevil, acrobat and comedian. He wore an outfit that resembled an old vaudeville uniform and his act involved six chairs, which he’d stack and climb. He’d balance on one foot atop his stack and in between his ascensions, he’d perform magic tricks and a whole comedy routine to give his show some more meat. He was a genuinely funny performer and he had some guts to be able to climb all six stacked chairs. I admired that.

I was able to watch his entire show from my spot during my first attendance of the Dundas Buskerfest. I’ll admit that I even broke character a little when he had all six chairs stacked. When he got to the top, he balanced himself up on one foot. Just the sight of that was nerve wracking enough! Then he jumped. Just a little hop to switch feet, but it was enough to make me gasp!The little girl who’d been watching me burst out laughing, as did her Father.
“Sorry, he just jumped!” I said between nervous laughter, trying to explain away my blunder. The Father just smiled kindly and moved on. My eyes wandered back to Fernando. I watched as he climbed back down to conclude his show… and I looked forward to his next showing.

I’d almost memorized his routine, beat for beat when it was time to call it a day. I stepped down off my stand, and collected my tip jar. I took out a $10 that was in there with the intention of giving it to him. It was only fair after all, he’d given me quite a bit of entertainment throughout the day!

He was packing up as I made my way over to him, and looked over his shoulder when he saw me drawing nearer. He had a kind smile and a handsome face, with just a little bit of stubble.
“Hey!” I said, trying to get his attention, “I caught some of your show, you’re really something!”
“Oh! Thank you!” He laughed nervously. In front of the crowd, he’d seemed so confident but now he just seemed to shrink away from me. He stared at the money I offered, but didn’t take it.“You keep it. I was actually watching you for a bit earlier.” He said, “I like the costume! It’s very unique! I heard some of the kids talking about it.”
If I hadn’t been wearing silver makeup, he might have noticed that I was blushing.
“Thanks. It’s a lot of work, but it’s worth it.” I said.
“Oh I can tell. Hey, if you really want to tip me. How about you buy me a drink? Maybe I can buy you one too.” He winked and I felt my heart flutter a little. I chuckled nervously, still grateful for the silver makeup.
“Oh, well… Um, yeah. I’d like that. Let me just go and clean up first, but there’s a restaurant right around the corner that looked really nice! Wanna meet me there?”
“Consider it a date.” Fernando replied, still wearing that charming smile. I wouldn’t have admitted it but I realize now that I was immediately smitten. It was something about the way he spoke. He seemed so shy and yet so warm. I wanted to get to know him even better.

One drink quickly turned into three. We mostly talked about other crowds we’d performed for, both good and bad. I told him about the kid who’d thrown a glass bottle at me to see if I was real and he told me about the time he’d broken his foot jumping off his tower of chairs.
“I don’t know how I played it straight.” He said with a slightly embarrassed smile, “I was in so much pain, but.. They loved me. Still, I guess I learned to be more careful with the chairs.”
“I noticed you kept testing the ground when you put them down.” I said, “Guess that’s a force of habit.”
“Oh yes. It has to be.” He replied, “What about you? I’ve always wondered about people like you. Does it take a lot of training, how much work goes into getting ready for all of this? I can imagine the costumes and everything must take hours.”
“It does, but a lot is prep work and knowing the best way to stand so it’s easy to maintain. That and teaching yourself how to move.” I said, “I was actually a dancer when I was younger, so I think that helped.”
“Younger?” Fernando asked. “Really? You don’t look a day over twenty five!”“All part of my act.” I teased and emptied my glass. He smiled warmly at me chuckling softly and our eyes met. There wasn’t an exchange of words between us. But I knew what he was going to do, and I wanted it too. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I’d just been trying to work up the courage. I leaned in, silently giving him permission and he took it. It was a short, but gentle kiss. Not the kind you really remember, but memorable in its own way. It felt right, like some kisses do… There can be ‘wrong’ kisses and you can always tell.

Kissing led us back to Fernando’s hotel room where he quickly brought me to the bed, laying me down on it as his lips hungrily met my neck.
“Fernando…” I gasped and he pulled back, a sheepish look on his face, before he burst out giggling.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Ah… It’s nothing, it’s fine…” He said between giggles, “All this time with you, and I never even properly introduced myself…”
Neither had I, come to think of it. Obviously ‘Fernando the Fool’ wasn’t his real name. But for a while I hadn’t really cared…
“So, what should I be moaning then?” I asked, leaning in closer to him. I kissed him on the cheek.
“Let’s go with David.” He replied. “What about you, my dear… Is your name still Sarah?”
“It’s Christine…” I admitted, and he chuckled softly before kissing me again.
“Christine… What a beautiful name…”
Coming from his lips, it just sounded so right.

Our relationship didn’t end after one night. Even after the Dundas Buskerfest was done, we still planned for dates and went out of our way to see each other. Neither of us asked to define it, but it was more than just sex and I was thankful for that. There hadn’t been a lot of room for romance in my life before David… but now that he was there, I felt happier than I had in years.

We started booking the same festivals. I still loved watching him perform. Although there were a few things I didn’t love. Little irritations quickly grew into big ones.

Some days, David wouldn’t even respond to my texts. It didn’t bother me at first, and when I found out why, I tried to help. Hell, I understood, to an extent! Some days, David just wanted to be alone. He’d sit quietly in his house, on his computer and head to bed early. But when the season ended and winter set in, those days became more frequent. I saw less and less of him. In the back of my mind, I knew what this was. He hadn’t hid his issues from me. Plenty of people dealt with depression, especially in winter. When it hits, it can hit hard and shut down your entire life. He told me that it felt like he was going through life in a haze. There were days he just went through the motions, never really feeling anything but an immense self hatred. Those were the days where I really tried to be there for him, even when I got the feeling that he didn’t want me there.

David’s depression got worse throughout the winter, and I tried to handle him. I really did. When he got low, he sat there like a lump, barely able to function. I think it was only his work that kept him going. One obligation that he quietly worked his way through even though it exhausted him. It exhausted me too, but for a different reason.

I felt useless around David and I hated that. There was nothing I could do to fix his mood, nothing I could do to make him feel better. All I could do was be there, and that wasn’t enough! Not really! I was hoping that Spring would fix things, and as the Dundas Buskerfest came around again, I eagerly awaited a shift in his mood.

The day before the festival began, I met up with David at a restaurant for a date. Something of an early celebration to mark one year together. I picked a nice steakhouse, and drove over to pick him up. David came out of his house with that fake smile I’d come to recognize so well. He was still in his ‘slump’ as he called it. Just watching him unenthusiastically drag himself to my car almost made me dread the dinner that was coming up. I know that’s awful of me to say, it really is. But I didn’t know if I could deal with this! I didn’t know if I could deal with him.
“Hey, baby.” He said with his tired smile as he got into my car. I leaned in for a kiss that he eagerly reciprocated.
“Ready for our night out?” I asked.
“Ready as I’ll get.” He replied, and I headed towards the steakhouse.
“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” He asked his question almost as soon as we were out of his driveway.
“Not really.” I said, “A little, I guess. But it’ll be fun, just like it always is! It’s going to be a good season! By the way, registration for the Buskerfest in New York opened up, and I was thinking we could head down…”
“New York, huh? I like it.” He sounded halfhearted, like he was just agreeing for the hell of it.
“You said you’ve been before.” I said, “You have been, right?”
“Some time ago, yes. It’s a long trip, though.”
“And good money.” I said. “Come on, Dave. It’ll be good for you. I can tell you’ve been struggling a lot lately and I was hoping that maybe this’ll help you.”
“You’re sweet.” He said. He wasn’t even looking at me now. I don’t know why but that really got on my nerves. Couldn’t he see that I was really trying, here?
“So is that a yes, or a no?”
“I said I liked it.” He said, looking back at me, “New York is nice.”
“Well, you could at least try and sound a little happy about it.”
“I am happy!” He said, “I’d love to go to New York with you.”

Looking back on that now, I’m sure that he meant it. Actually, looking back on it, it was me who started the argument. I will take the blame for that. I was frustrated and I wanted a different reaction from him. I lashed out. I won’t pretend as if I said or did the right things. If anything, I made it all worse.
“Well that’s a change.” I said. David looked at me, brow furrowing in frustration.
“I’m sorry if I can’t be all upbeat and bubbly all the time.” He said.“I’m not asking you to do it all the time, but a little enthusiasm once in a while would be nice!”

Everything quickly broke down from there. I won’t recount the whole argument. Partially because I don’t remember most of it, and partially because I’m ashamed. I’m the one who escalated it. I’m the one who started with the low blows. I hurt him… and God do I regret it.We didn’t go to dinner that night. David stormed out of my car and caught a cab home and I went home to cry.

Come morning, my head was clear. I’d spent the entire night dwelling on the argument and picking apart everything we’d said to each other. When I did that though, my arguments seemed all the more flimsy. Going after him like that had been so unfair… How the hell could I have done that to him, and still claimed that I loved him? David hadn’t texted me. That worried me a little, and at the same time it reassured me. The fight had been bad, but we hadn’t technically broken up. He hadn’t blocked me on social media. Maybe there was a way to fix this…

As I lay awake in bed, I started thinking about how to fix this. What would I say to him? How would I apologize? A simple apology wouldn’t just be enough. I’d been more than angry, I’d been cruel. If things had been the other way around, I wouldn’t have accepted that from him. Why should he have accepted it from me?

I planned out another dinner. I wrote down what I wanted to say. I could talk to him before his performance, or maybe in between them. That would be alright, wouldn’t it?

By the time I left for the Buskerfest, I was ready to apologize. Or at least, I thought I was. I couldn’t find David before his performance. The morning rushed by too fast. I didn’t have the time to find him and get ready. I reasoned that I could look for him on a break, and make my move then. I hadn’t exactly planned on making my apology in silver bodypaint, but it was better than not saying it at all. Even if he dumped me on the spot, I couldn’t let last nights argument linger. I had to get rid of it as soon as I could.

I took my place on my stand. I could see David setting up his chairs for the first crowd of the day. Some of them were already trickling in. I know that he saw me. He looked over at me. I couldn’t quite read his expression. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or not. Slowly, I raised a hand to wave to him. He didn’t return my gesture. Maybe I could’ve made time then… Maybe.

Within the next fifteen minutes, the Buskerfest was in full swing. David immersed himself into Fernando the Fool and was in the middle of his performance. Even now, it still made me smile. He played his part as if nothing was wrong. He smiled as if everything was right in the world.

As he danced to Jimmy Durante’s ‘Smile’, he stacked his chairs. His hips swayed gently as he prepared for his grand finale. With an expert dexterity, he stacked all six of his chairs. I watched him check them and ensure they were stable. Even with that showmanship, he was still a professional. With all six chairs stacked, David did a playful pirouette before the audience. That goofy grin I’d fallen in love with spread across his lips… Why had I ever hurt him…I could’ve sworn that his eyes darted towards me. He knew that I was watching, just like I always was. With catlike grace, he turned towards the chairs and began to climb them. As always, the sight of it stole my breath away. A familiar anxiety seized my chest.The song continued. *Smile.*David looked back at the crowd as he reached the top of the chair tower. He tested its stability before moving to the very top. He balanced on the tip, slowly lifting one leg. I watched with baited breath. His arms extended as he prepared for that little hop. He’d switch legs, like he’d done a thousand times before. Every time, it had been impossible to look away. But every time he landed perfectly.

The wind brushed against my hair. Just a little gust at first, but I felt it picking up. David did his hop. I watched the chairs wobble. My eyes widened as he came back down. His arms outstretched, trying to balance himself but it was too late. The chairs were no longer stable and they were teetering. I saw David try and correct his posture, then prepare to jump. He didn’t have time though. The chairs collapsed beneath him and David fell with them.I did more than gasp this time. I screamed. I don’t remember leaving my stand. I only remember pushing through the crowd and running over to him. He lay in a heap on the ground, on top of one of his chairs and he didn’t move.
I fell to my knees beside him, shaking him and trying to wake him up as I screamed to the audience.
“Somebody call an ambulance!”

I just remembered countless shocked faces looking back at me. I didn’t see a single phone. I could see the on-site paramedics rushing towards us. Someone pulled me away from David and I was too shell shocked to fight them. I watched as they surrounded him and examined him. I remember the look on one of their faces as they shook their head at their colleague… and that was when the tears started.

David had broken his neck on impact. He had died instantly. Worse still, he’d died before I could tell him that I was sorry. That argument had been the last time we’d spoken… God… How was I supposed to live with that? I couldn’t perform. Not anymore. Not after what I’d seen. The man I’d loved had fallen to his death in front of me, and there hadn’t been a damn thing I could have done to stop it.

For the next few weeks, I got to experience the misery that had crushed him. I went through my days in quiet haze, drifting from moment to moment without ever really experiencing it. I spent more time thinking about my own guilt than anything else. I cried more than I ever had before in my entire life.

I had friends there for me of course, telling me that it wasn’t my fault and helping me grieve. Even at the funeral I’d been surrounded by an entourage of shoulders to cry on.It was a small funeral. David had no family. I was all he had. When they lowered him into the ground, my grief and shame seized my heart. No matter how many times I was told ‘it was an accident’ I still felt like it was somehow my fault.

It was a couple of weeks before I started hearing noises in my apartment. At first, I thought they were footsteps from the next apartment over or out in the hall. I lived downtown, so people were always coming and going. But the more I listened, the more I realized that they were coming from inside my apartment.

I wasn’t sure what to make of that at first. I tried to rationalize it away, of course. Even though I knew they were inside my apartment, I still lied to myself. I told myself that they really were coming from the outside. It was just a weird echo that caused me to hear them. But the longer I lied to myself, the harder it got to deny it.

I didn’t leave my apartment much, so when I did leave it was something of an event. I was barely presentable to go outside but I did it anyways. Groceries weren’t going to buy themselves. The trip itself was fairly unremarkable. I drifted through the store like I drifted through everything else. Slumped over and lifeless. I missed David, and I found myself still looking at the foods that he liked as if he’d ever get the chance to come over for dinner again.I carted my purchases off home and brought them up to my empty little apartment. Just that little close call with social interaction had worn me out. I wanted to sleep more than anything.When I shambled into my apartment though, I paused. In my kitchen, I saw my furniture had been rearranged. I dropped the bags of groceries that I had as my hands went to cover my gasping mouth. Tears began to stream down my cheeks.

The chairs in my kitchen had been stacked on top of each other, almost like a ladder. It wasn’t perfect, but the intent had been clear. I never really believed in ghosts. That’s not to say I didn’t believe either. I didn’t have much reason to believe. There was no other explanation though. Not unless this was some sort of twisted, impossible prank… No… It was David. It had to be! Somehow, through the barriers of death he had returned to me.

Though I could not see him, I could feel his presence and as the tears rolled down my cheeks I begged him for forgiveness. In the silence of my kitchen I told him how much I had loved him, how much I missed him and how terrible I felt about our argument. The sensation that he was there eased the burden on my heart and for just a moment, I began to feel okay again.

The next morning, I woke up to a kitchen knife beside my bed. I hadn’t brought it there myself and I ended up just staring blankly at it, unsure what to do with it or what it meant. My groggy mind wondered if David had left it there, but why? Why would he do something like that?

Gingerly I picked up the knife and returned it to the kitchen. The air felt heavy, like someone else was in there with me. It was the same sensation I’d felt when I’d seen the chairs stacked. I’d since put them away.
“David?” I asked. There was no answer. Just that sensation in my otherwise empty apartment. Still, I felt watched and it didn’t go away.

The day had gone on with no other incidents, but the next morning was when I found something else awry. I’d been getting ready to head out to meet my friend Susan. We were going to catch a movie, then hit the gym. She’d been there for me ever since David had passed and she had made a point to get me out of the house as often as she could.

I’d poured myself a glass of OJ just so I’d have something in my stomach before I left and as I got my glass from the cupboard, I saw something on the counter. I’d kept a bottle of sleeping pills in my bathroom in case I ever needed them. I hadn’t used them in years. But the bottle sat on my counter, opened and waiting for me. I stared at it before picking it up. I certainly hadn’t left it there myself.

That heavy feeling was still there. It wasn’t ‘back’. It had simply never left in the first place. The knife, now the pills… An uncomfortable feeling formed in my stomach as I screwed the lid back onto the bottle. This felt like a message. No… an invitation. although I didn’t want to see it. This was David, wasn’t it? This had to be him! But why would he leave out knives and pills? Why would he invite me to kill myself like that? The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine.

I shuffled out the door as quickly as I could. I made excuses in the back of my mind. I brushed it all away… I was misconstruing this! I had to be! Maybe I’d been the one who’d left the sleeping pills out.

Still, as I spent the day with Susan, I couldn’t forget all that I’d seen. The footsteps, the chairs, the knife and the pills… Would David really have left those things out? I couldn’t think of anyone or anything else that could have. Susan commented on my distracted demeanor while we were at the gym and I chalked it up to sickness. After the movie, I cut out time together short and returned home. Nothing was out of place but that Heavy sensation still lingered in the air. I could’ve sworn that now it seemed worse. I could feel eyes lingering on me although I couldn’t tell where they were coming from. I just knew that I was not alone.

I still felt sweaty and gross from my workout, so a shower was in order. I made sure the bathroom door was locked before I started to undress. At least I felt alone in the bathroom. I ran the shower and let the bathroom fill with steam. The hot water was nice on my skin. I’ve always felt like I could think more clearly in the shower. The noise in my head is reduced, if only for a little while. I could reflect on the strange things that had happened over the past couple of days and think about what to do. Difficult as it was to believe that David of all people was asking me to kill myself, I didn’t have much else in the way of possibilities to consider.

A sudden sound tore me away from my thoughts. The sound of skin being dragged across glass. My heart stopped in my chest. Immediately I turned to look at the glass door to my shower and screamed as I saw a dark shape pressed up against it. I could make out human arms and a torso, but no clear face. I could see dark hands pressed on the glass, and the trails they left in the condensation.

I was frozen to the spot. Too scared to run, unable to do anything but press myself against the far wall of the shower. A shadowy hand rose upwards. The index finger slowly began to write something on the glass.

DIE.

With the word written, the hand moved up again and I watched it with silent horror. I saw it reach over the glass of the shower. The Figures other hand reached up as well. He was trying to climb over the glass! He was trying to get to me!

That realization allowed me to regain control of my muscles. Driven by blind panic, I threw open the glass shower door and bolted for the bathroom door. It was locked. Of course it was! I was the one who locked it! With wet hands, I fumbled with the door until I managed to unlock it and throw it open.

I glanced back only briefly as I stumbled out into the hall. My shower door was closed. The Figure was gone. But they had left something behind. A chair sat in the middle of my bathroom and hanging above it, a noose. Those sure as hell had not been there before! My hand covered my mouth as I looked at the macabre setup in front of me and my eyes drifted to the closed shower door. There was a new message written in the steam.

‘JOIN ME, CHRISTINE.
I knew I couldn’t stay. Not after that.

I got a room at a nearby hotel. It was the only place I could think to go. I had considered staying over at a friends place. Susan would have been my first choice, but I’d already told her I was feeling ‘sick’ and I didn’t want to have to explain all the things I’d seen to her or anyone. They would have thought I was crazy! Alysia, Jane and Megan, Ruby. All people I normally would have trusted, but not with this. Besides, I hated the idea of ‘mooching’ off any one of my friends.

The hotel was quiet at least. That heavy feeling in the air I’d felt at the apartment hadn’t followed me and when I truly knew that I was alone, I was finally able to relax a little bit. I fell asleep soon after checking in. I hadn’t realized just how exhausted I was and I reasoned that I’d think clearer after some rest.

When I woke up, I called Susan. I was careful with what I told her and I’d been sure to craft a story where I couldn’t stay at the apartment on account of my grief and was planning to sell it.
“Oh you poor thing!” She’d said. Her compassion was genuine, “I understand if it’s hard for you right now. You really are going through a lot. Are you all set at that hotel? If you need me to get anything for you, I’d be happy to stop by and bring it to you!”

I hadn’t expected her to make that kind of offer although it wasn’t unwelcome. I’d left hastily and had abandoned anything that couldn’t fit in my overnight bag. I couldn’t say no to that offer. I gave her a quick list of some things I needed. A few more changes of clothes and some toiletries I’d forgotten. Most importantly though, I’d asked her to grab my Sarah Saturn costume from my closet. I never should have left it behind and I’d need it for a private event I’d been booked for. I hadn’t been able to cancel that. Susan told me she’d be there within the hour. She never came.

It was supposedly just a tragic accident. Maybe could have happened to anyone. I’m not sure if I believe that, though. Susan didn’t drive, she preferred to walk everywhere. Since lived downtown, it wasn’t exactly an issue. No one knows how it happened or what her final moments were like. Perhaps it’s better not to know.The construction crew didn’t find her until the next morning, after the concrete had already hardened. She was buried almost completely. It took them days to dig her out. My things were probably down there as well, buried deeper in the concrete although I don’t think anyone even tried to recover them. Not that they could have been recovered in the first place.

I had spent the night worried about Susan. She hadn’t answered any of my texts and a familiar dread had settled in my chest. I shouldn’t have sent her into that apartment… I should have at least gone in with her! But like a shameful coward, I stayed safe and alone in my hotel room, hoping there was a rational explanation.

When I got the call the next day, I already knew she was dead. Confirming it didn’t lessen the blow though. I couldn’t speak into the phone to reply. All I could do was sink to my knees and cry. In the back of my mind, I knew who had killed her. David had known that Susan was a close friend of mine. If his vengeful ghost wanted to hurt me, she would have been a prime target. I wished I’d thought of that sooner, maybe then she might still be alive.

The depression and grief was back, layered onto the deep, insidious fear I felt. The world around me felt like a small, crushing dark place. I felt helpless and alone and above all that was the cold realization that David was not bound to my apartment.

I wondered how long it would take for him to find me and wondered what I would do when he came for me… I had a feeling it wouldn’t be long. The days that followed were worse than the ones that had followed David’s death. Susan’s funeral was a sombre affair and I was almost too scared to attend. Still, I went and as I sat in the pews of the Church, listening to her weeping mother give her eulogy, I felt a familiar heavy presence. David was there with me. I could feel him.

I looked up at her Mother, standing in front of Susan’s casket and as I did, I could see a shape behind her. Standing behind the altar, I recognized the silhouette of Sarah Saturn. No one else seemed to be able to see her, but I could. In the low light, I could make out the details of my own costume. I could see the grey skin. It didn’t shine silvery like the body paint I used. It was lumpy like stone… or concrete… Pale eyes looked out at me. Not at the crowd. Only at me. My heart began to pound in my chest. I knew who this was… I knew who was wearing my costume. This was Susan. It had to be! She was there, mocking me as punishment for killing her.
I did not stay after the service was completed. Perhaps that was for the best. Even as I said goodbye to her Mother, all I could muster was quiet condolences through my own tears. I couldn’t look her in the eye. After all, I’d been the reason her Little Girl had died. All I could do was glance at the ghost of Susan as she stood accusingly behind the altar, watching my every move. Even as I left, I felt her eyes on me.

As I went back to my hotel, that heavy feeling in the air did not fade. It was late and the sun was starting to set. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I drove. My racing heart never once slowed down. Once, as I glanced in the rear view mirror, I saw the silver helmet of Sarah Saturn atop Susan’s concrete head. She was just sitting there, waiting patiently for me. Waiting for her moment to exact revenge. Though I could not see David, I knew he was there as well. I could feel him.

As I parked my car and made my way towards the elevators, I heard scraping footsteps behind me. Looking back, I could see Susan’s frozen corpse shuffling towards me. She stopped when I stopped. She moved when I moved and she constantly stared at me, silently daring me to run. I wanted to… I really did. But running would simply prolong this. Staring at Susan’s corpse, I didn’t want to prolong it. The guilt gnawed at my guts. Guilt for her death and for David’s… They were both my fault. That was why they’d come back. Running would be to deny myself the punishment I deserved. So why run?

As I stepped into the elevator, I felt like I was walking to the gallows. I could feel Susan beside me. I could hear her raspy breaths as she tried to breathe with lungs full of concrete. Walking down the hall, her shuffling footsteps continued and I could hear David’s voice in the distance, whispering my name.
“Come on Christine… This way… Almost there…”
The tears were streaming down my cheeks again as I reached my room. I knew what would happen when I was inside. It was almost instinctual. I imagined running down the hall, trying to escape my fate, but what good would that do? Susan and David would catch up to me eventually and my death would be all the more horrible for it.

When I opened my door, I paused as I saw a stack of familiar chairs in the middle of the room. Susan shuffled closer behind me. I looked back at her and watched as she looked at me expectantly with her dead eyes. I understood. I was going to die. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have a say in the matter… It felt surreal, to know that I was living my final moments. Every sensation felt heightened and as I made my way towards the stacked chairs, I hoped that it would not hurt when I fell. David had died instantly at least… Maybe he hadn’t been in pain. I hoped not.

I began to climb. The chairs felt unstable. I had no idea how David had ever done this. I took it slow, not wanting to rush my final moments. Looking back, I saw Susan standing inside the door, looking up at me and waiting.“Christine.”
I looked up to see David waiting for me near the top of the tower of chairs. He offered a hand to me. There was a deep sorrow in his eyes.
“David…” I said his name softly. I reached up towards him. His hand felt so cold in mine, but as I touched him he managed a weak smile.
“I’ve got you.” He said.
Then the chairs fell.

I felt David’s cold arms around me. As the tower of chairs toppled over, he seemed to be pulling me away from them. I watched as the tower struck Susan and pinned her under them, then David and I gently drifted down to the ground. Another set of cold arms wrapped around me and gently guided me down to the ground. Looking back, I saw Susan’s smiling face.
“You’re alright, honey.” She said softly. “We’ve got you.”
My heart raced in my chest. I was so confused! Weren’t they just trying to kill me? The chairs shifted and I saw the other Susan struggling to stand. David stood protectively in front of me and Susan quickly moved to join him.

The ghosts of the man I loved and my best friend stood between me and that concrete entity, dressed in my costume and as I looked at the sight before me, I realized that the Thing that had pursued me had not been Susan. No, Susan was with me, so was David. But that Thing… whatever it was… It had never been Susan or David! It was just a cheap mimic, feeding off of my grief and trying to lure me into its jaws!

The Thing stumbled towards David and Susan, eyes fixated only on me. For the first time I saw the hunger in them. Its hands reached out towards me and as it lurched closer, David and Susan grabbed it by the arms. I watched as they forced it off of me, pushing it away. The tears were still streaming down my cheeks, but now they weren’t tears of fear or sorrow. The people I cared about had come back for me! They’d come back to keep me safe!
“Thank you…” Was all I managed to say in my stupified state. I caught myself smiling as they pushed the Thing back. I watched as its body cracked. With my grief gone, it had nothing to feed on. Under the force from David and Susan it crumbled away until nothing was left but the dust.

In the silent room, David exhaled wearily before looking back at me. Susan rushed towards me to hug me tightly and I managed to hug her back.
“Sorry for the scare, honey… But I couldn’t let it take you too.” She said.
“Susan… Oh God, I’m sorry…”
“It's not your fault. You didn’t know…” She let go of me and gave me one final smile before stepping aside as David drew nearer to me. He stopped a few feet away from me, shyly smiling.

“David…” I said quietly, “I wish I’d never said those things to you…”
“I know.” He said, “But I knew you never meant them… I wish I’d gotten to talk to you before my show. I guess we were both a bit scared.” He laughed nervously. “I suppose this is goodbye, though… Take care of yourself, Christine. I love you.”
“I love you too…” My voice cracked as I said it. Susan was already headed for the door. She looked distastefully down at the pile of dust on the ground. Whatever had inhabited it probably wasn’t dead, but it had been driven away. At least for now. She opened the door of my room and waited for David to join her. He looked longingly back at me as he stepped through it.
“I’ll see you later.” He said, “Much, much later… but later…” With one last charming smile he was gone. Susan just gave me a wave before she was gone too, closing the door behind her. I was alone in my room again. The dust was nowhere to be seen and neither were the chairs. It was like nothing had happened. But the air didn’t feel quite as heavy… My heart felt unburdened and somewhere in the distance, I could hear Jimmy Durante’s ‘Smile’.
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2019.12.30 10:16 HeadOfSpectre Buskerfest

Once upon a time, my name was Sarah Saturn.

According to the sign beneath my post, I was a robot from another planet in the distant future and I was powered by the smiles of the passersby. The kids loved me. My shimmering silver skin and practiced robotic movements baffled them and amused their parents. I was never the star of any shows. But I was enough of an oddity that people couldn’t help but look and the really nice ones would tip. On a good day, I’d earn a couple hundred dollars, and most of those good days came from Buskerfests.

If you’ve never been to a Buskerfest, I’d highly recommend it. If you’re not sure what it is, it’s simply a festival of street performers! Jugglers, acrobats, daredevils and human statues like me. I don't think people realize how difficult busking can be but if you can make a career out of it, it's rewarding. I’d seen my fair share of shit. I’d been flashed, groped and pushed by assholes who were trying to make me break character. I won’t pretend as if I was the best in the business, but I was good and I enjoyed it! Getting to be Sarah Saturn was a big part of that. I created her because I fell in love with that 1950s retro space theme. As a little kid, I grew up on the Jetsons, Forbidden Planet and other old sci-fi classics. Those worlds fascinated me! I wanted to live in them and I wanted to share my love of them with others! When I got into Busking, it seemed like the natural choice. Of course I had other personas. I’d been Elvis and Lady Liberty. I wasn’t a one trick pony after all! People liked variety after all but at the end of the day, Sarah Saturn was my favorite. She was the one I always kept coming back to.

The Dundas Buskerfest wasn’t all that glamorous compared to some of the ones I’d gone to, but I still enjoyed it. Dundas was a small little city that was just outside of Hamilton Ontario. Its downtown area felt exactly like a small town, but that gave it a quaint sort of charm that I admired. I’d been at that Buskerfest for a few years, and gotten to know some of the talent but my favorite amongst them was Fernando the Fool.

Fernando was a daredevil, acrobat and comedian. He wore an outfit that resembled an old vaudeville uniform and his act involved six chairs, which he’d stack and climb. He’d balance on one foot atop his stack and in between his ascensions, he’d perform magic tricks and a whole comedy routine to give his show some more meat. He was a genuinely funny performer and he had some guts to be able to climb all six stacked chairs. I admired that.

I was able to watch his entire show from my spot during my first attendance of the Dundas Buskerfest. I’ll admit that I even broke character a little when he had all six chairs stacked. When he got to the top, he balanced himself up on one foot. Just the sight of that was nerve wracking enough! Then he jumped. Just a little hop to switch feet, but it was enough to make me gasp!The little girl who’d been watching me burst out laughing, as did her Father.
“Sorry, he just jumped!” I said between nervous laughter, trying to explain away my blunder. The Father just smiled kindly and moved on. My eyes wandered back to Fernando. I watched as he climbed back down to conclude his show… and I looked forward to his next showing.

I’d almost memorized his routine, beat for beat when it was time to call it a day. I stepped down off my stand, and collected my tip jar. I took out a $10 that was in there with the intention of giving it to him. It was only fair after all, he’d given me quite a bit of entertainment throughout the day!

He was packing up as I made my way over to him, and looked over his shoulder when he saw me drawing nearer. He had a kind smile and a handsome face, with just a little bit of stubble.
“Hey!” I said, trying to get his attention, “I caught some of your show, you’re really something!”
“Oh! Thank you!” He laughed nervously. In front of the crowd, he’d seemed so confident but now he just seemed to shrink away from me. He stared at the money I offered, but didn’t take it.“You keep it. I was actually watching you for a bit earlier.” He said, “I like the costume! It’s very unique! I heard some of the kids talking about it.”
If I hadn’t been wearing silver makeup, he might have noticed that I was blushing.
“Thanks. It’s a lot of work, but it’s worth it.” I said.
“Oh I can tell. Hey, if you really want to tip me. How about you buy me a drink? Maybe I can buy you one too.” He winked and I felt my heart flutter a little. I chuckled nervously, still grateful for the silver makeup.
“Oh, well… Um, yeah. I’d like that. Let me just go and clean up first, but there’s a restaurant right around the corner that looked really nice! Wanna meet me there?”
“Consider it a date.” Fernando replied, still wearing that charming smile. I wouldn’t have admitted it but I realize now that I was immediately smitten. It was something about the way he spoke. He seemed so shy and yet so warm. I wanted to get to know him even better.

One drink quickly turned into three. We mostly talked about other crowds we’d performed for, both good and bad. I told him about the kid who’d thrown a glass bottle at me to see if I was real and he told me about the time he’d broken his foot jumping off his tower of chairs.
“I don’t know how I played it straight.” He said with a slightly embarrassed smile, “I was in so much pain, but.. They loved me. Still, I guess I learned to be more careful with the chairs.”
“I noticed you kept testing the ground when you put them down.” I said, “Guess that’s a force of habit.”
“Oh yes. It has to be.” He replied, “What about you? I’ve always wondered about people like you. Does it take a lot of training, how much work goes into getting ready for all of this? I can imagine the costumes and everything must take hours.”
“It does, but a lot is prep work and knowing the best way to stand so it’s easy to maintain. That and teaching yourself how to move.” I said, “I was actually a dancer when I was younger, so I think that helped.”
“Younger?” Fernando asked. “Really? You don’t look a day over twenty five!”“All part of my act.” I teased and emptied my glass. He smiled warmly at me chuckling softly and our eyes met. There wasn’t an exchange of words between us. But I knew what he was going to do, and I wanted it too. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I’d just been trying to work up the courage. I leaned in, silently giving him permission and he took it. It was a short, but gentle kiss. Not the kind you really remember, but memorable in its own way. It felt right, like some kisses do… There can be ‘wrong’ kisses and you can always tell.

Kissing led us back to Fernando’s hotel room where he quickly brought me to the bed, laying me down on it as his lips hungrily met my neck.
“Fernando…” I gasped and he pulled back, a sheepish look on his face, before he burst out giggling.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Ah… It’s nothing, it’s fine…” He said between giggles, “All this time with you, and I never even properly introduced myself…”
Neither had I, come to think of it. Obviously ‘Fernando the Fool’ wasn’t his real name. But for a while I hadn’t really cared…
“So, what should I be moaning then?” I asked, leaning in closer to him. I kissed him on the cheek.
“Let’s go with David.” He replied. “What about you, my dear… Is your name still Sarah?”
“It’s Christine…” I admitted, and he chuckled softly before kissing me again.
“Christine… What a beautiful name…”
Coming from his lips, it just sounded so right.

Our relationship didn’t end after one night. Even after the Dundas Buskerfest was done, we still planned for dates and went out of our way to see each other. Neither of us asked to define it, but it was more than just sex and I was thankful for that. There hadn’t been a lot of room for romance in my life before David… but now that he was there, I felt happier than I had in years.

We started booking the same festivals. I still loved watching him perform. Although there were a few things I didn’t love. Little irritations quickly grew into big ones.

Some days, David wouldn’t even respond to my texts. It didn’t bother me at first, and when I found out why, I tried to help. Hell, I understood, to an extent! Some days, David just wanted to be alone. He’d sit quietly in his house, on his computer and head to bed early. But when the season ended and winter set in, those days became more frequent. I saw less and less of him. In the back of my mind, I knew what this was. He hadn’t hid his issues from me. Plenty of people dealt with depression, especially in winter. When it hits, it can hit hard and shut down your entire life. He told me that it felt like he was going through life in a haze. There were days he just went through the motions, never really feeling anything but an immense self hatred. Those were the days where I really tried to be there for him, even when I got the feeling that he didn’t want me there.

David’s depression got worse throughout the winter, and I tried to handle him. I really did. When he got low, he sat there like a lump, barely able to function. I think it was only his work that kept him going. One obligation that he quietly worked his way through even though it exhausted him. It exhausted me too, but for a different reason.

I felt useless around David and I hated that. There was nothing I could do to fix his mood, nothing I could do to make him feel better. All I could do was be there, and that wasn’t enough! Not really! I was hoping that Spring would fix things, and as the Dundas Buskerfest came around again, I eagerly awaited a shift in his mood.

The day before the festival began, I met up with David at a restaurant for a date. Something of an early celebration to mark one year together. I picked a nice steakhouse, and drove over to pick him up. David came out of his house with that fake smile I’d come to recognize so well. He was still in his ‘slump’ as he called it. Just watching him unenthusiastically drag himself to my car almost made me dread the dinner that was coming up. I know that’s awful of me to say, it really is. But I didn’t know if I could deal with this! I didn’t know if I could deal with him.
“Hey, baby.” He said with his tired smile as he got into my car. I leaned in for a kiss that he eagerly reciprocated.
“Ready for our night out?” I asked.
“Ready as I’ll get.” He replied, and I headed towards the steakhouse.
“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” He asked his question almost as soon as we were out of his driveway.
“Not really.” I said, “A little, I guess. But it’ll be fun, just like it always is! It’s going to be a good season! By the way, registration for the Buskerfest in New York opened up, and I was thinking we could head down…”
“New York, huh? I like it.” He sounded halfhearted, like he was just agreeing for the hell of it.
“You said you’ve been before.” I said, “You have been, right?”
“Some time ago, yes. It’s a long trip, though.”
“And good money.” I said. “Come on, Dave. It’ll be good for you. I can tell you’ve been struggling a lot lately and I was hoping that maybe this’ll help you.”
“You’re sweet.” He said. He wasn’t even looking at me now. I don’t know why but that really got on my nerves. Couldn’t he see that I was really trying, here?
“So is that a yes, or a no?”
“I said I liked it.” He said, looking back at me, “New York is nice.”
“Well, you could at least try and sound a little happy about it.”
“I am happy!” He said, “I’d love to go to New York with you.”

Looking back on that now, I’m sure that he meant it. Actually, looking back on it, it was me who started the argument. I will take the blame for that. I was frustrated and I wanted a different reaction from him. I lashed out. I won’t pretend as if I said or did the right things. If anything, I made it all worse.
“Well that’s a change.” I said. David looked at me, brow furrowing in frustration.
“I’m sorry if I can’t be all upbeat and bubbly all the time.” He said.“I’m not asking you to do it all the time, but a little enthusiasm once in a while would be nice!”

Everything quickly broke down from there. I won’t recount the whole argument. Partially because I don’t remember most of it, and partially because I’m ashamed. I’m the one who escalated it. I’m the one who started with the low blows. I hurt him… and God do I regret it.We didn’t go to dinner that night. David stormed out of my car and caught a cab home and I went home to cry.

Come morning, my head was clear. I’d spent the entire night dwelling on the argument and picking apart everything we’d said to each other. When I did that though, my arguments seemed all the more flimsy. Going after him like that had been so unfair… How the hell could I have done that to him, and still claimed that I loved him? David hadn’t texted me. That worried me a little, and at the same time it reassured me. The fight had been bad, but we hadn’t technically broken up. He hadn’t blocked me on social media. Maybe there was a way to fix this…

As I lay awake in bed, I started thinking about how to fix this. What would I say to him? How would I apologize? A simple apology wouldn’t just be enough. I’d been more than angry, I’d been cruel. If things had been the other way around, I wouldn’t have accepted that from him. Why should he have accepted it from me?

I planned out another dinner. I wrote down what I wanted to say. I could talk to him before his performance, or maybe in between them. That would be alright, wouldn’t it?

By the time I left for the Buskerfest, I was ready to apologize. Or at least, I thought I was. I couldn’t find David before his performance. The morning rushed by too fast. I didn’t have the time to find him and get ready. I reasoned that I could look for him on a break, and make my move then. I hadn’t exactly planned on making my apology in silver bodypaint, but it was better than not saying it at all. Even if he dumped me on the spot, I couldn’t let last nights argument linger. I had to get rid of it as soon as I could.

I took my place on my stand. I could see David setting up his chairs for the first crowd of the day. Some of them were already trickling in. I know that he saw me. He looked over at me. I couldn’t quite read his expression. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or not. Slowly, I raised a hand to wave to him. He didn’t return my gesture. Maybe I could’ve made time then… Maybe.

Within the next fifteen minutes, the Buskerfest was in full swing. David immersed himself into Fernando the Fool and was in the middle of his performance. Even now, it still made me smile. He played his part as if nothing was wrong. He smiled as if everything was right in the world.

As he danced to Jimmy Durante’s ‘Smile’, he stacked his chairs. His hips swayed gently as he prepared for his grand finale. With an expert dexterity, he stacked all six of his chairs. I watched him check them and ensure they were stable. Even with that showmanship, he was still a professional. With all six chairs stacked, David did a playful pirouette before the audience. That goofy grin I’d fallen in love with spread across his lips… Why had I ever hurt him…I could’ve sworn that his eyes darted towards me. He knew that I was watching, just like I always was. With catlike grace, he turned towards the chairs and began to climb them. As always, the sight of it stole my breath away. A familiar anxiety seized my chest.The song continued. Smile.David looked back at the crowd as he reached the top of the chair tower. He tested its stability before moving to the very top. He balanced on the tip, slowly lifting one leg. I watched with baited breath. His arms extended as he prepared for that little hop. He’d switch legs, like he’d done a thousand times before. Every time, it had been impossible to look away. But every time he landed perfectly.

The wind brushed against my hair. Just a little gust at first, but I felt it picking up. David did his hop. I watched the chairs wobble. My eyes widened as he came back down. His arms outstretched, trying to balance himself but it was too late. The chairs were no longer stable and they were teetering. I saw David try and correct his posture, then prepare to jump. He didn’t have time though. The chairs collapsed beneath him and David fell with them.I did more than gasp this time. I screamed. I don’t remember leaving my stand. I only remember pushing through the crowd and running over to him. He lay in a heap on the ground, on top of one of his chairs and he didn’t move.
I fell to my knees beside him, shaking him and trying to wake him up as I screamed to the audience.
“Somebody call an ambulance!”

I just remembered countless shocked faces looking back at me. I didn’t see a single phone. I could see the on-site paramedics rushing towards us. Someone pulled me away from David and I was too shell shocked to fight them. I watched as they surrounded him and examined him. I remember the look on one of their faces as they shook their head at their colleague… and that was when the tears started.

David had broken his neck on impact. He had died instantly. Worse still, he’d died before I could tell him that I was sorry. That argument had been the last time we’d spoken… God… How was I supposed to live with that? I couldn’t perform. Not anymore. Not after what I’d seen. The man I’d loved had fallen to his death in front of me, and there hadn’t been a damn thing I could have done to stop it.

For the next few weeks, I got to experience the misery that had crushed him. I went through my days in quiet haze, drifting from moment to moment without ever really experiencing it. I spent more time thinking about my own guilt than anything else. I cried more than I ever had before in my entire life.

I had friends there for me of course, telling me that it wasn’t my fault and helping me grieve. Even at the funeral I’d been surrounded by an entourage of shoulders to cry on.It was a small funeral. David had no family. I was all he had. When they lowered him into the ground, my grief and shame seized my heart. No matter how many times I was told ‘it was an accident’ I still felt like it was somehow my fault.

It was a couple of weeks before I started hearing noises in my apartment. At first, I thought they were footsteps from the next apartment over or out in the hall. I lived downtown, so people were always coming and going. But the more I listened, the more I realized that they were coming from inside my apartment.

I wasn’t sure what to make of that at first. I tried to rationalize it away, of course. Even though I knew they were inside my apartment, I still lied to myself. I told myself that they really were coming from the outside. It was just a weird echo that caused me to hear them. But the longer I lied to myself, the harder it got to deny it.

I didn’t leave my apartment much, so when I did leave it was something of an event. I was barely presentable to go outside but I did it anyways. Groceries weren’t going to buy themselves. The trip itself was fairly unremarkable. I drifted through the store like I drifted through everything else. Slumped over and lifeless. I missed David, and I found myself still looking at the foods that he liked as if he’d ever get the chance to come over for dinner again.I carted my purchases off home and brought them up to my empty little apartment. Just that little close call with social interaction had worn me out. I wanted to sleep more than anything.When I shambled into my apartment though, I paused. In my kitchen, I saw my furniture had been rearranged. I dropped the bags of groceries that I had as my hands went to cover my gasping mouth. Tears began to stream down my cheeks.

The chairs in my kitchen had been stacked on top of each other, almost like a ladder. It wasn’t perfect, but the intent had been clear. I never really believed in ghosts. That’s not to say I didn’t believe either. I didn’t have much reason to believe. There was no other explanation though. Not unless this was some sort of twisted, impossible prank… No… It was David. It had to be! Somehow, through the barriers of death he had returned to me.

Though I could not see him, I could feel his presence and as the tears rolled down my cheeks I begged him for forgiveness. In the silence of my kitchen I told him how much I had loved him, how much I missed him and how terrible I felt about our argument. The sensation that he was there eased the burden on my heart and for just a moment, I began to feel okay again.

The next morning, I woke up to a kitchen knife beside my bed. I hadn’t brought it there myself and I ended up just staring blankly at it, unsure what to do with it or what it meant. My groggy mind wondered if David had left it there, but why? Why would he do something like that?

Gingerly I picked up the knife and returned it to the kitchen. The air felt heavy, like someone else was in there with me. It was the same sensation I’d felt when I’d seen the chairs stacked. I’d since put them away.
“David?” I asked. There was no answer. Just that sensation in my otherwise empty apartment. Still, I felt watched and it didn’t go away.

The day had gone on with no other incidents, but the next morning was when I found something else awry. I’d been getting ready to head out to meet my friend Susan. We were going to catch a movie, then hit the gym. She’d been there for me ever since David had passed and she had made a point to get me out of the house as often as she could.

I’d poured myself a glass of OJ just so I’d have something in my stomach before I left and as I got my glass from the cupboard, I saw something on the counter. I’d kept a bottle of sleeping pills in my bathroom in case I ever needed them. I hadn’t used them in years. But the bottle sat on my counter, opened and waiting for me. I stared at it before picking it up. I certainly hadn’t left it there myself.

That heavy feeling was still there. It wasn’t ‘back’. It had simply never left in the first place. The knife, now the pills… An uncomfortable feeling formed in my stomach as I screwed the lid back onto the bottle. This felt like a message. No… an invitation. although I didn’t want to see it. This was David, wasn’t it? This had to be him! But why would he leave out knives and pills? Why would he invite me to kill myself like that? The thought of it sent a shiver down my spine.

I shuffled out the door as quickly as I could. I made excuses in the back of my mind. I brushed it all away… I was misconstruing this! I had to be! Maybe I’d been the one who’d left the sleeping pills out.

Still, as I spent the day with Susan, I couldn’t forget all that I’d seen. The footsteps, the chairs, the knife and the pills… Would David really have left those things out? I couldn’t think of anyone or anything else that could have. Susan commented on my distracted demeanor while we were at the gym and I chalked it up to sickness. After the movie, I cut out time together short and returned home. Nothing was out of place but that Heavy sensation still lingered in the air. I could’ve sworn that now it seemed worse. I could feel eyes lingering on me although I couldn’t tell where they were coming from. I just knew that I was not alone.

I still felt sweaty and gross from my workout, so a shower was in order. I made sure the bathroom door was locked before I started to undress. At least I felt alone in the bathroom. I ran the shower and let the bathroom fill with steam. The hot water was nice on my skin. I’ve always felt like I could think more clearly in the shower. The noise in my head is reduced, if only for a little while. I could reflect on the strange things that had happened over the past couple of days and think about what to do. Difficult as it was to believe that David of all people was asking me to kill myself, I didn’t have much else in the way of possibilities to consider.

A sudden sound tore me away from my thoughts. The sound of skin being dragged across glass. My heart stopped in my chest. Immediately I turned to look at the glass door to my shower and screamed as I saw a dark shape pressed up against it. I could make out human arms and a torso, but no clear face. I could see dark hands pressed on the glass, and the trails they left in the condensation.

I was frozen to the spot. Too scared to run, unable to do anything but press myself against the far wall of the shower. A shadowy hand rose upwards. The index finger slowly began to write something on the glass.

DIE.

With the word written, the hand moved up again and I watched it with silent horror. I saw it reach over the glass of the shower. The Figures other hand reached up as well. He was trying to climb over the glass! He was trying to get to me!

That realization allowed me to regain control of my muscles. Driven by blind panic, I threw open the glass shower door and bolted for the bathroom door. It was locked. Of course it was! I was the one who locked it! With wet hands, I fumbled with the door until I managed to unlock it and throw it open.

I glanced back only briefly as I stumbled out into the hall. My shower door was closed. The Figure was gone. But they had left something behind. A chair sat in the middle of my bathroom and hanging above it, a noose. Those sure as hell had not been there before! My hand covered my mouth as I looked at the macabre setup in front of me and my eyes drifted to the closed shower door. There was a new message written in the steam.

‘JOIN ME, CHRISTINE.
I knew I couldn’t stay. Not after that.

I got a room at a nearby hotel. It was the only place I could think to go. I had considered staying over at a friends place. Susan would have been my first choice, but I’d already told her I was feeling ‘sick’ and I didn’t want to have to explain all the things I’d seen to her or anyone. They would have thought I was crazy! Alysia, Jane and Megan, Ruby. All people I normally would have trusted, but not with this. Besides, I hated the idea of ‘mooching’ off any one of my friends.

The hotel was quiet at least. That heavy feeling in the air I’d felt at the apartment hadn’t followed me and when I truly knew that I was alone, I was finally able to relax a little bit. I fell asleep soon after checking in. I hadn’t realized just how exhausted I was and I reasoned that I’d think clearer after some rest.

When I woke up, I called Susan. I was careful with what I told her and I’d been sure to craft a story where I couldn’t stay at the apartment on account of my grief and was planning to sell it.
“Oh you poor thing!” She’d said. Her compassion was genuine, “I understand if it’s hard for you right now. You really are going through a lot. Are you all set at that hotel? If you need me to get anything for you, I’d be happy to stop by and bring it to you!”

I hadn’t expected her to make that kind of offer although it wasn’t unwelcome. I’d left hastily and had abandoned anything that couldn’t fit in my overnight bag. I couldn’t say no to that offer. I gave her a quick list of some things I needed. A few more changes of clothes and some toiletries I’d forgotten. Most importantly though, I’d asked her to grab my Sarah Saturn costume from my closet. I never should have left it behind and I’d need it for a private event I’d been booked for. I hadn’t been able to cancel that. Susan told me she’d be there within the hour. She never came.

It was supposedly just a tragic accident. Maybe could have happened to anyone. I’m not sure if I believe that, though. Susan didn’t drive, she preferred to walk everywhere. Since lived downtown, it wasn’t exactly an issue. No one knows how it happened or what her final moments were like. Perhaps it’s better not to know.The construction crew didn’t find her until the next morning, after the concrete had already hardened. She was buried almost completely. It took them days to dig her out. My things were probably down there as well, buried deeper in the concrete although I don’t think anyone even tried to recover them. Not that they could have been recovered in the first place.

I had spent the night worried about Susan. She hadn’t answered any of my texts and a familiar dread had settled in my chest. I shouldn’t have sent her into that apartment… I should have at least gone in with her! But like a shameful coward, I stayed safe and alone in my hotel room, hoping there was a rational explanation.

When I got the call the next day, I already knew she was dead. Confirming it didn’t lessen the blow though. I couldn’t speak into the phone to reply. All I could do was sink to my knees and cry. In the back of my mind, I knew who had killed her. David had known that Susan was a close friend of mine. If his vengeful ghost wanted to hurt me, she would have been a prime target. I wished I’d thought of that sooner, maybe then she might still be alive.

The depression and grief was back, layered onto the deep, insidious fear I felt. The world around me felt like a small, crushing dark place. I felt helpless and alone and above all that was the cold realization that David was not bound to my apartment.

I wondered how long it would take for him to find me and wondered what I would do when he came for me… I had a feeling it wouldn’t be long. The days that followed were worse than the ones that had followed David’s death. Susan’s funeral was a sombre affair and I was almost too scared to attend. Still, I went and as I sat in the pews of the Church, listening to her weeping mother give her eulogy, I felt a familiar heavy presence. David was there with me. I could feel him.

I looked up at her Mother, standing in front of Susan’s casket and as I did, I could see a shape behind her. Standing behind the altar, I recognized the silhouette of Sarah Saturn. No one else seemed to be able to see her, but I could. In the low light, I could make out the details of my own costume. I could see the grey skin. It didn’t shine silvery like the body paint I used. It was lumpy like stone… or concrete… Pale eyes looked out at me. Not at the crowd. Only at me. My heart began to pound in my chest. I knew who this was… I knew who was wearing my costume. This was Susan. It had to be! She was there, mocking me as punishment for killing her.
I did not stay after the service was completed. Perhaps that was for the best. Even as I said goodbye to her Mother, all I could muster was quiet condolences through my own tears. I couldn’t look her in the eye. After all, I’d been the reason her Little Girl had died. All I could do was glance at the ghost of Susan as she stood accusingly behind the altar, watching my every move. Even as I left, I felt her eyes on me.

As I went back to my hotel, that heavy feeling in the air did not fade. It was late and the sun was starting to set. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I drove. My racing heart never once slowed down. Once, as I glanced in the rear view mirror, I saw the silver helmet of Sarah Saturn atop Susan’s concrete head. She was just sitting there, waiting patiently for me. Waiting for her moment to exact revenge. Though I could not see David, I knew he was there as well. I could feel him.

As I parked my car and made my way towards the elevators, I heard scraping footsteps behind me. Looking back, I could see Susan’s frozen corpse shuffling towards me. She stopped when I stopped. She moved when I moved and she constantly stared at me, silently daring me to run. I wanted to… I really did. But running would simply prolong this. Staring at Susan’s corpse, I didn’t want to prolong it. The guilt gnawed at my guts. Guilt for her death and for David’s… They were both my fault. That was why they’d come back. Running would be to deny myself the punishment I deserved. So why run?

As I stepped into the elevator, I felt like I was walking to the gallows. I could feel Susan beside me. I could hear her raspy breaths as she tried to breathe with lungs full of concrete. Walking down the hall, her shuffling footsteps continued and I could hear David’s voice in the distance, whispering my name.
“Come on Christine… This way… Almost there…”
The tears were streaming down my cheeks again as I reached my room. I knew what would happen when I was inside. It was almost instinctual. I imagined running down the hall, trying to escape my fate, but what good would that do? Susan and David would catch up to me eventually and my death would be all the more horrible for it.

When I opened my door, I paused as I saw a stack of familiar chairs in the middle of the room. Susan shuffled closer behind me. I looked back at her and watched as she looked at me expectantly with her dead eyes. I understood. I was going to die. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have a say in the matter… It felt surreal, to know that I was living my final moments. Every sensation felt heightened and as I made my way towards the stacked chairs, I hoped that it would not hurt when I fell. David had died instantly at least… Maybe he hadn’t been in pain. I hoped not.

I began to climb. The chairs felt unstable. I had no idea how David had ever done this. I took it slow, not wanting to rush my final moments. Looking back, I saw Susan standing inside the door, looking up at me and waiting. “Christine.”
I looked up to see David waiting for me near the top of the tower of chairs. He offered a hand to me. There was a deep sorrow in his eyes.
“David…” I said his name softly. I reached up towards him. His hand felt so cold in mine, but as I touched him he managed a weak smile.
“I’ve got you.” He said.
Then the chairs fell.

I felt David’s cold arms around me. As the tower of chairs toppled over, he seemed to be pulling me away from them. I watched as the tower struck Susan and pinned her under them, then David and I gently drifted down to the ground. Another set of cold arms wrapped around me and gently guided me down to the ground. Looking back, I saw Susan’s smiling face.
“You’re alright, honey.” She said softly. “We’ve got you.”
My heart raced in my chest. I was so confused! Weren’t they just trying to kill me? The chairs shifted and I saw the other Susan struggling to stand. David stood protectively in front of me and Susan quickly moved to join him.

The ghosts of the man I loved and my best friend stood between me and that concrete entity, dressed in my costume and as I looked at the sight before me, I realized that the Thing that had pursued me had not been Susan. No, Susan was with me, so was David. But that Thing… whatever it was… It had never been Susan or David! It was just a cheap mimic, feeding off of my grief and trying to lure me into its jaws!

The Thing stumbled towards David and Susan, eyes fixated only on me. For the first time I saw the hunger in them. Its hands reached out towards me and as it lurched closer, David and Susan grabbed it by the arms. I watched as they forced it off of me, pushing it away. The tears were still streaming down my cheeks, but now they weren’t tears of fear or sorrow. The people I cared about had come back for me! They’d come back to keep me safe!
“Thank you…” Was all I managed to say in my stupified state. I caught myself smiling as they pushed the Thing back. I watched as its body cracked. With my grief gone, it had nothing to feed on. Under the force from David and Susan it crumbled away until nothing was left but the dust.

In the silent room, David exhaled wearily before looking back at me. Susan rushed towards me to hug me tightly and I managed to hug her back.
“Sorry for the scare, honey… But I couldn’t let it take you too.” She said.
“Susan… Oh God, I’m sorry…”
“It's not your fault. You didn’t know…” She let go of me and gave me one final smile before stepping aside as David drew nearer to me. He stopped a few feet away from me, shyly smiling.

“David…” I said quietly, “I wish I’d never said those things to you…”
“I know.” He said, “But I knew you never meant them… I wish I’d gotten to talk to you before my show. I guess we were both a bit scared.” He laughed nervously. “I suppose this is goodbye, though… Take care of yourself, Christine. I love you.”
“I love you too…” My voice cracked as I said it. Susan was already headed for the door. She looked distastefully down at the pile of dust on the ground. Whatever had inhabited it probably wasn’t dead, but it had been driven away. At least for now. She opened the door of my room and waited for David to join her. He looked longingly back at me as he stepped through it.
“I’ll see you later.” He said, “Much, much later… but later…” With one last charming smile he was gone. Susan just gave me a wave before she was gone too, closing the door behind her. I was alone in my room again. The dust was nowhere to be seen and neither were the chairs. It was like nothing had happened. But the air didn’t feel quite as heavy… My heart felt unburdened and somewhere in the distance, I could hear Jimmy Durante’s ‘Smile’.
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2019.12.12 19:04 Moist_Milky I (19M) am having issues with knowing what to do with my work colleague (21F). Sorry for it being super long but it's been going on for 6 months and it's killing me.

So I started working at a local pub back in early April.
I'd been enjoying my time and had a girlfriend when I first joined. That relationship ended a few month later but in that time I had worked with a young girl, Sarah (not actual name)
In the summer I started to see more of Sarah as she covered a few shifts I was working. And the other way around. The more we talked the more we would get along. She was real quiet when we first met and would speak to many people however the more we talked the more I could see her developing. I'd encourage her to talk more by playing games such as... The next customer you serve you have to pretend to have a stutter. And so on. It was great and we wouldn't stop laughing.
One Saturday I finally had enough courage to ask her out. I was in the pub during the Saturday and asked her if she want to go out on the night. She agreed.
On the night she came to the pub we worked at she said she would only stop for one but ended up staying the whole night. We laughed even more and had such a great time. I complimented her and flirted and all seemed good. Another person we worked with (female) finished there shift at 12 and asked if we wanted to go down to the other town for some drinks at a bar we agreed. However Trev (fake name 18M) another person we worked with decided he wanted to go too. We had no issue and met him there.
Once at the bar Liam (fake name only just turned 18M) appears (trevs mate) we all get along and I drink way too much. Eventually it's 3am and we decided to go to another place. This time just me, Sarah Trev and liam. Ok once there Liam keeps dancing with Sarah and kinda of pushing me away.
Eventually it's 5am and we leave. We agree to get a taxi however on the way Liam holds Sarah's hand. Being very drunk I get jelous and make a joke about Sarah having a new boyfriend which she gets insulted by. I walk home and get called by her. Where she says she is insulted and I basically spend the whole hr walk home, crying to myself for being such a fool.
The next week
I end up going down on a Tuesday and seeing her and speaking to her while she works this is something I end up doing every week
2 weeks later
It's a Friday and Sarah comes in with her mate who been away at uni while I'm working. Sarah is sooooo drunk that she starts to tell me how much she love me and cares for me. We spend time hugging and kissing but I don't push anything as she's so fucking drunk. She leaves and then the next day ignores that anything happens and doesn't speak about it.
Life goes on as normal me and Sarah work together on Saturday now as the boss offered me a new shift and I jumped at the chance to work with her. At this stage it's my happiest time with her. We are always joking and having a amazing time. Work goes quickly and me and her get along so well. We decide that every week we should meet on a Saturday and drink.
On the night we meet up and decide to do every shot on the bar. But about a hr in Liam and Trev appear and start getting close to Sarah again. Now Sarah was not happy with them as they spent the night before completely ignoring her, but they apologized and she instantly forgave them. We stay till late again but at 11 O'clock,( once again with alcohol poisoning my body) we went outside. And there sat Liam Chloe and Trev. Then Liam started to call me a virgin, I didn't rise as I don't care for these immature primary school like insults. I explain that I've had only two relationships and feel happy with both as I'm not seeking to fuck everything I see. He then continues to insult me so I head inside. I go back at half past where he continues to wind me up. So I smash my hands on the table and say "YOU ARE REALLY STARTING TO PISS ME OFF". I then walk away. He follows me and tries to chase after me but I tell him that " he's not worth me loosing my job over." I then have to sit in the corridor while the situation gets dealt with. Sarah goes with Liam and Trev.
2weeks on
Me and Sarah go out again and decide to figure out how much sambuca we can drink. She brings her cousin who tells me that sarahs been seeing Liam and that she has pj's in her bag as she's going back to his. She then opened Sarah's bag to show me. This hurts me as we had gone out once or twice and I thought it was gonna go somewhere. But turns out it was never me she was interested in. There were signs all along that this was true but my wanting to be with her had made me blind to it. Sarah decides that we should drink in the front room and we agree. At the end of the day she is still a friend to me. When we get in there it's surrounded by Liam's family. Turns out Liam's family come in the pub a lot and his dad especially. Sarah spend the night with her cousin sitting with them so I just spend it at the bar away from them. Sarah goes home with Liam that night.
Slowly as Liam's relationship with Sarah grew you could see it was one of those relationships which was gonna work. Sarah had fallen for him but still liked to pretend nothing was happing, he was over the moon that he was dating a 21 year old fucking hot girl.
I stop going in on a Tuesday when she works and up just not seeing her as much
I was jelous.
Still flirting at work with Chloe Liam started to get jelous too. He would come in with her while I was working and stare me down. One night as he was leaving in a drunken state he 'apparently' tried to come back in to hit me. Wether that's true or not I do not know however I did see him trying to come back into the pub to hit someone and his dad pulling him out of the pub.
As the weeks go on The people at the pub now start to say to us that me and Sarah are like 'chalk and cheese's and that I should ask her out and that we are perfect for each all. While Sarah's phone constantly pings with texts from Liam.
Sarah then starts to not go out with me as much even tho I stopped the flirting and it's not just gonna be just me and her. She stops messaging me. And then we only end up talking when we are working together.
Halloween
As a pub we decided to do a pub crawl for Halloween Sarah says she's coming so does Trev and the rest of the pub. Trev brings his gf. Sarah brings Liam. Great!. 4 pubs in trevs gf tell Liam that me and Sarah were getting super close with each other. This isn't true. Firstly because they spent the night away from me and the other bar staff and basically did there own thing. Secondly Sarah's has not interest in me. Liam gets mad and they end up going back to the pub we work at.
3 pubs later we decide to go back to the pub we work at. In a drunken game we started to throw beer mats at each other until it went too far. A argue end up happing with Liam and Sarah and Trev on one side and the pub staff on another. The argument isn't important. However during it the pub staff call them out for talk about me all night and insulting me. And Sarah says that the reason me and Liam don't get on is because we both fancy her, she then also says that we are good friends and kisses me on the cheek before leaving.
I'm hurt but I live on, clearly knowing nothing will happen with me and her I turn away and just do my own thing. We still have fun in our shifts but it's nothing more than that. I don't really think we are friends anymore just colleagues as we don't see each other or spend time together anymore.
However she still plays off my mind and the fact that I was the one that introduced them and how everyone says that she didnt speak to anyone before me and how I'd pulled her out of her shell. And I start to fall for her even more without even realising.
2 weeks ago.
It's colleagues birthday and there's a party. She comes with Liam and Trev. I'm working behind the bar.
They end up getting drunk and leave and do go out with us on the night
The next day trevs so hung over that he can't work so I ended up covering his shift and doing a 11and a half HR day. While there Sarah tells me that on the way home Liam dropped her to the floor and said it was "play fighting" so she hit him on the head breaking her nail. So Trev decided to punch her in the spine as she hit 'his boy'. We drink a bottle of wine together and talk it over.
I tell how much it destroys me that he's let this happen and that he would do such a thing.
Then last week.
Liam spends the whole week claiming to be I'll and basically ignoring her. She's becomes more annoyed and more frustrated. I see her on Saturday where she tells me that she been ignored and that she really upset I ask her if she wants to go out tonight so she agrees there we talk and drink like old times and I tell her that Liam is being a test and should be ditched if the attitude continues along with the 'play fighting'.
She then tell me that last night. Liam had a message on his phone so Sarah checked it he then jumped on her and took it off her and told her to never look at his phone again.
Sunday
She come in after my shift and tells me that Liam is being a test still and isn't helping or being nice at all.
Monday
I have a funeral, she's the only person who messages me and tells me that she will be there for me and that if I need anything she is there
On the night I meet with a work colleague where we talk about the situation and he says that Sarah's mom hates Liam and wishes she had got together with someone like me.
Tuesday
I get a text at 9am. "Are you walking your dog" I tell Sarah, no, and ask her if she's ok. She tells me that she wants to get out so we meet for a coffee.
Once there she tell me that she went to Liam's on Monday had a great time but had a massive argument because it turns out Liam was messaging his ex. She then tells me that she had sent a message to his ex to ask what was going on. So she responded while we sat there. Turns out Liam was.lying to her and had been messaging his ex for ages however his ex was send screenshots which were fake so Sarah got really upset I warned her tht they are probably fake but she chose to believe them.
Wednesday
I see her on the night. Turns out some of them were fake however a lot were true and forced her to stop speaking to Liam however she not getting rid of Liam. She tells me that he's got alot of explaing and also says that she can't trust him and that he disrespected her.
We are all going out on Fri after work. What do I do? Will she get back with Liam? Should I move on? Why have I fallen for her?
PS trevs a twat whose know about the ex but refuses to say because 'liam is his boy' He also made jokes last week saying 'you and Liam won't be together by Christmas'
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2019.11.25 16:32 rudexvirus [TT] - Radiation (ICU)

Quinn placed her palm against the glass, wishing just one thing in the damned place was warm. She watched as the goosebumps rushed back across the skin of her arm.
Five minutes without her jacket; that's the longest she had lasted since the quarantine.
"Its winter," a raspy voice said, "anyways."
Quinn frowned. Her eyes moved from the pale skin of her arm to the chalky white of Sarah's face. She hadn't seen her wake up.
"You are always cold," Sarah continued, " why fight it?"
How the woman had heard Quinn's thoughts was beyond her. The doctors chalked a lot of weirdness to heightened senses, a blessing wrapped in an unforgivable curse, but they couldn't account for every symptom.
"I've known you. Forever," Sarah said.
Quinn hadn't responded yet- she realized as her mouth went dry. Simple answers had been escaping her since the meltdown. Simple actions too.
"Yeah," she said and finally let her arm fall down to her lap. "We've been together a while."
Thier 10th anniversary was coming up. So was the 1st annual safety commission parade; the city refused to let the date become a symbol of tragedy.
The efforts so far were proving unsuccessful. People were already putting up posters. Forming rally's to spread awareness.
"The victims are still out there." The fliers read.
"Not long enough," she said after another silent moment.
"It's not a death sentence, Harley." Sarah sat up, pressing the button that changed the position of the almost modern hospital bed.
It was.
It might as well have been.
" I don't want to talk about it," Quinn spat the words out of her mouth. They came out loud and angry, but she couldnt take them back. "I just want to hang out with you."
A burst of laughter filled both rooms. The speaker added a robotic layer that somehow made it both comical and poignant.
Sarah wiped her eyes when she finally caught her breath. "So come on in."
"Sure. I'll leave the suit at the door- maybe we'll both get superpowers."
Today marks the 5th anniversary of the meltdown at the southwest nuclear corridor. Local governments have canceled the parade.

Widespread protests reported in front of all municipal buildings. Overtime has been issued for the local police force.

We have just been told that the official body count and radiation contamination reports were leaked to the public. Sources say the number is more than double the initial tally.

"Turn it off, Quinn."
The deep voice startled her. In the jolt of adrenaline, the remote clattered to the ground.
"It won't bring her back."
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2019.10.20 04:56 vastowen [Let's Build] d100 Strange Shops

Maybe magical, extraplanar, or just unusual. Comment and I'll add yours to the list :)

  1. Imp Imporium - This store is small and boxy, and entirely made of redwood. A tall devil stands behind the counter wearing a suit and tie, and imps are chained to the walls. He offers you the services of one of his imps for a small price- the rights to the imp's memories of what they did when you're done. He requires a much larger material collateral for if you don't return the imp or it dies/is irreparably maimed in your service.
  2. Coagulation Station - A seemingly normal (if ugly) old woman runs this roadside popup store. It is nothing more than a cart with a sign next to it reading "Coagulation Station" painted roughly in red over a lime background. She offers healing supplies, potions, and rations in return for a small vial of your blood. (Feel free to come up with consequences for buying from her, such as her being a hag or using it for a strange ritual, etc.)
  3. Elemental Extras - An air, earth, fire and water elemental stand in the four corners of this (entirely brick) shop. Unfortunately, the "shopkeepers" only speak primordial, so good luck if you don't. They each offer to put special elemental effects on whatever you own, such as a fire effect on your sword, an ice effect on your armor to freeze whatever hits you, or an earth effect on an arrow to have surrounding dirt swallow whoever it hits. Everything here is understandably very expensive.
  4. Vraug aks stor - A very tall, older orc hero enthusiastically tries to sell his weapons in this shop in order to retire. They're hung up on the walls, all showing varying signs of use. Some appear to be magical. Vraug also tries to tell his customers stories about each weapon before they buy (and especially before they ask.) The weapon most prominently displayed is a +4 Great Axe, with obsidian blades, a dragon-scale tip on the end and golden threads running down the handle. There are a few chinks in it, and the tip somehow has a dent in it, but the damage only seems to add to the charm. He charges an extraordinary price for this axe.
  5. Angel Bazaar - Apparently recently the churches haven't been generating enough coin to keep the local deity fiscally afloat, and some angels have taken it upon themselves to raise that extra money. Some are selling more regular items for cheaper prices, such as healing items, some are selling more extravagant magical items, and even others are offering "miracles." They're all set up in a series of stands in a small square that you swear wasn't here before.
  6. Betsie's Black Cauldron- everything is black, especially Betsie. From black oak ethanol to black licorice she has ingredients and potions unique to her gimmick. u/LateLolth96
  7. The Fleeting Flyer's Fast Findings- if the item floats, flies, or is otherwise airborne this shop might have it. Limited time only and has (randomized) a rare three uncommons and six commons but the more you travel the more likely you are to come across it because it's on a one man spell jammer with two carnival cars behind it. u/LateLolth96
  8. The Kyuss Kasino- a worm themed casino where the main attraction is the purple tunnel which is a purple worm in a metal harness designed to prevent it from moving and to keep its mouth open. The wager, and incidentally, the show is if you can make it out the other end alive you [win]. There are scrying orbs that display a live feed of the current "adventurer" in the worm for 5 silver lasting 30 min before the next five silver (no refunds). Quest hook? u/LateLolth96
  9. Djinni Gin Jamboree- a once a month festival celebrating a moon cycle of the dm's choosing. Marids sell their distilled saliva as well as various forms of never-before-seen-by-man fish dishes, and water elementals play live music which more or less sounds like the rhythmic gurgling of a muddy brook. u/LateLolth96
  10. The Crossroads Corridor - An invite only shop, given to adventures who have a number of their own magical items. When the invitation is slid under any closed doorway, said doorway will become the doorway to the shop. Operated by The Masked Man, it is a magical item shop that trades magical items for magical items of similar value. Leaving will exit out the door you originally put the invitation under. u/Hacknslaasher
  11. Bottom's Bottomless Meatpies - It's cheap, delicious (although a bit gamey and hard to chew) and the servings are enormous. The shop is run by an old goblin with an enormous smile, his name is Toothy Bottom, less so because of his bum, and more so because of a secret that he isn't telling any one, the secret that has made his Meatpie-shop the most well visited in the entire area, at least by those not able to afford fine dining in the upper districts.For you see, underneath this humble shopped, staffed every hour of every day with more goblins than you can count on one hand, or two hands if you have taken ABM (Advanced Barbarian Maths), lies a large, cavernous mining operation.You enter it through a set of large trap-doors found in the cold-store basement where you find the literal wheelbarrows of meat that allow every customer to order however much meat they want in (or on) their pies, as long as the Goblins can lift it up to the counter (the largest order so far was, according to the Goblins managing the front of the house, "the weight of a small baby wrapped in a nasty hunting dog." they have made no comment as to how they know that specific measurement).Once you are through the trap-doors, you'll find a rail-system rivaling that of the largest Dwarven mines, with rail-master goblins timing and directing all the in- and out- going traffic, and every cart that comes in is absolutely and utterly loaded with meat, which is then loaded on wheelbarrows and carted up through the trapdoor.If you were to follow the rails as deep as they go, through all of the winding tunnels, across chasms, past various cave-dwelling monsters that try to snack on the meat or goblins or, well, you, then you'll eventually find yourself at the namesake of mr. Toothy Bottom.A large, mass of rock-hard skin, covered in spines and horns and other sharp shapes, it has been split open, and the dark flesh underneath is mined ceaselessly by a small army of Goblins. They aren't violent, in fact, they are quite cowardly, but they are as professional as any Goblin can be, and they are also fighting a continuous fight against the flesh with their pickaxes.For you see, the open wound is constantly trying to close itself, regenerating at a blinding speed that the Goblins have learned to keep up with after opening the wound large enough to allow for their massive excavation progress.This may be the toothy bottom of the pits and chasms.But it is also a small area of the sleeping Tarrasque, regenerating fast enough that it does not notice the harm being done to it, and with a large enough Goblin Workforce to drive the economy of what is, essentially, a small Goblin Kingdom in these tunnels, complete with blacksmiths making new Meat-axes and monster-hide-leathercrafters making workboots and pants for the Goblins working down in that caustic blood.And let's not forget, that the entire lower class of the city has eaten Tarrasque meat at least once, some of them for years.But it's only two silver pieces for as much pie as you want (or can carry), so who cares to ask where it's all coming from? u/Neknoh
  12. Sarah’s sewing shop, “World class Seamstress.” - She means world class! She can repair even magical fabric to like new condition. Everything she makes alterations to gives them a +1 to charisma for 24hrs or until dirtied. Bonus returns after being thoroughly washed and dried (some items are dry clean only)She’s also a dry cleaners. u/rab-byte
  13. The Philosopher’s Time Shop - Sundials, watches, windup clocks, candle clocks, hourglasses the size of mites up to the size of your average goliath, the Philosopher has a range to suit almost any buyer in need of a way to measure time. Be careful, the hours you spend there fly away like seconds! u/ElZoof
  14. Oakshot Saddliery - Gwinnett Oakshot caters to a select clientele, those looking for clothes, armour, weapons and equipment specifically designed to suit those who spend at least part of their days in a different body shape. Minor magic at most, it’s mostly just very well designed to suit your Druid on the go or werebeing out for a night on the town. u/ElZoof
  15. Jasper, Goldhand, Bloodstrangler and Smith - What does “‘til death us do part” mean if your wife is now a lich? Does a lifetime guarantee still stand if the object in question broke before the manufacturers were born? What exactly is an annuity? The firm of JGB&S is on hand to assist with non-devilish contracts of any kind. u/ElZoof
  16. Morogh's "Pet's" - This pet shelter is run by an older halfling named Morogh. He's kindhearted and only wants the best for his little animal companions he sells. From apes over hawks to wolfs, he just has every animal companion you could think of, but his store also has a back area. Not everyone is welcomed there as he also sells abandoned monster hatchlings, like griffons, owlbears, pseudodragons and even a red dragon wyrmling. Those monsters are all tamed so no danger there, Morogh just wants to know his customers better before trying to sell one of his more 'exotic' assets.The adventurers maybe can persuade him or do a favor for him (possible quest), like acquiring some exotic food for the more demanding beasts and monsters he houses. After this Morogh decides to sell them one of his monsters as a companion. u/Th3Banzaii
  17. Plane Ole' Butcher - A butcher shop that sells meat from an unknown plane of origin. One day a small portal opened up from the ground and strange-smelling exotic meats have been extruding from the portal. A shop was built around the portal which has been active and pumping for 50 years. People come to see the wonder firsthand but they stay for the dirt-cheap meats. The meats are char-grilled and heavily spiced to soften the meat's naturally pungent flavor. u/HeyShipmate
  18. Looters Late Return (aka LooLaRe)- A seedy smelling store run by an androgynous goblin who wears overly fancy clothes. This goblin sells in bulk only, and at discounted prices. The catch is that if you make a purchase, you must sign a contract guaranteeing repeated weekly purchases. Your bulk discount increases the more product you are able to move, but if you are unable to maintain your weekly purchases, the goblin’s secret network of enforcers comes for it’s dues. Or your life. u/pikkl_rikk
  19. Sandman Fisheries - This tightly packed stall smells or marine air and salty nets. It has all the sea can offer to the gourmet with a striking emphasis on huge fish: tuna, spadefish, and the occasional gargantuan squid. The product is impeccably fresh. Always. Sandman (a desert dweller and camel race aficionado) doesn't seem to understand what you're asking about the supply chain and how come his shop ever exists at hundred of miles from the nearest sea! u/Banuken
  20. T'zargo's fine wares - This shop can be mysteriously seen in any plane, but always appears as an identical modern convenience store looking building. Inside is a tabaxi named T'zargo, always advertising his "fine wares at reasonable prices." He sells extremely rare and powerful items for millions of gold, along with random everyday items. Some of these rare items include an axe once wielded by Baphomet, and draws from a deck of many things. His mundane items he always pulls out of a box on his counter, and they include a full rowboat and 30 chairs. u/Kellen1013
  21. The Magic Commoner - A basic magic item shop owned by a young elf wizard named Tavon Ilidan. He sells all sorts of magical things from armor to weapons and rings an such.The thing about his shop even though on the outside it looked like a regular building despite being one solid color; purple, orange, green ect. But when you walk inside it's much larger than its outward appearance.The shop also travels via a magical door. Tavon has a set of different keys he keeps with him representing the different cities of the land/world. He first closes the front door, locks it, then unlocks it with a new city key and when he opens it, it opens to the new city.Tavon's appearance reflects on which city he is in and what color his shop is. If is shop is blue his robes are blue as well. Tavon also has a secret. Even though he looks like a young elf he is actually an ancient gold dragon that simply likes to travel and meet new people without the stigma of being a dragon. He likes to play tricks on people and test them to see if they are worthy of specific items in his shop, (IE a wand of fireballs he made himself.) u/nota_person
  22. Mallard Maladies - A veterinary clinic for ducks. The shop keeper is an old blind man who refuses to heal non duck creatures, but can be tricked into healing non ducks with a high enough deception ability. Despite the name, the clinic services male and female ducks. u/El_Jewbacabra
  23. The Exploding Wand Shop- A shop that is characterized by an explosion that lifts the roof of the building off the walls and expelled black smoke every few hours - followed by the owner shouting from inside "I'M FINE, EVERYTHING'S OKAY!"The owner is a young Eladrin Artificer named Seyf Melorathian who experiments on new wands and other magical wonders. His face is a black charcoal from the soot of the explosions but otherwise would be a light brown. He has a pair of glasses that protects his eyes from being covered in soot. He has blond hair and wears a Smith's apron. He sells common rarity wands, up to rare rarity wonderous items, and has been working on an experimental wand of fireballs. You can only purchase an experimental wand if you do a material gathering quest for him.If you buy one of his wand of fireballs (2000gp and a waiver signed to not sue) there's a 10% chance that when used the wand will cast a second fireball centered on you during the spell.He also offers enchanting services at various speeds depending on the rarity of the requested enchantment. He will also willingly take on apprentices or teach enchantment to anyone. u/xBramStokerx
  24. Fishman’s Man Fry – A Triton, named Vamras Vogalath, with broken Common serves delectable seafood dishes. If asked about the name, he explains that it is food FOR men, not for fishes.Side note- this is shop is not anywhere near any large body of water. Nobody in town is sure exactly where the fish come from. u/Unprincipled
  25. Shwarma Tent - delicious herb infused fried flatbread with cured meats and shredded carrot and cucumber. The tent has small tripod tables and stools of worn wood. Patrons carve their names and other messages into the tabletops. Among the mundane names can be found the names of previous characters and NPCs that the party met, BBEGs they defeated, dated long ago, the current ruler of the land and the name of an old lover with a heart around it, Ash Ketchum, Drizzt, The Doctor, and the original Avengers. Searching carefully can also reveal a cryptic message to the party, seemingly carved years prior, but naming the PCs. u/bluecor
  26. Threads of Fate - three old sisters weave spidersilk and mundane silk into beautiful garments with embroidery that sometimes changes its image. For instance, a nightrobe has the moon and a starry sky embroidered, and the moon changes its phase with the real moon. On another, a dragon slowly chases its own tail, with its wingtips pointing to the time, as a clock. Yet another displays an hourglass which constantly drains, and runs out when the wearer dies. Other images might show great moving battles, gently waving flags that slowly fade and dilapidate as the empire becomes more corrupt, or ruins that become progressively overgrown with vines. The theme of the garments deal with the passage of time and the inevitable end of life. u/bluecor
  27. Salty's - the owner Saltamancia sells salt of differing coarseness and colors, and is an expert on which textures best compliment which purposes, from baking fine rolls to soaking one's feet after a days march. He has certain rare salts from distant lands with rare properties. For abjuring circles, he has a blessed salt that cannot be dispersed by gusts of wind. For healing, he has a fine blue salt that, when mixed with honey and packed into a wound, prevents infection and scarring. Another salt taken with hot peppermint tea can remove an additional level of exhaustion with a rest. True to his name, Saltamancia is old and curmudgeonly u/bluecor
  28. Bestboots - Bestboots sells custom footwear of exceeding quality, made from rare materials. The footwear can be light for nimble moves or heavy for kicking doors. With the right materials (possibly a quest) minor advantages can be built into the footwear. For example, a sole of felted yeti hair can give normal traction on ice, and a sole of gummed soapwood sap can allow the wearer to ignore a casting of grease underfoot. u/bluecor
  29. Hap's Microbrews - Hap claims to have perfected the means of beer portability, in that his brews are bottled and sealed under pressure in containers of lightweight spun cellulose which dont shatter when dropped. Opening his bottled beer releases a small localized burst of cold, chilling the beer just shy of freezing. The locals generally ignore his cart and "ice cold beer" sign, as ales are meant to be drunk at room temperature so that they don't unsettle the stomach. A discouraged Hap sits by his cart of beer bemoaning his own foolishness at sinking his fortune into such a folly. u/bluecor
  30. Indelible - this quiet dusty alcove sells the magical inks, parchment, paper, vellum, papyrus, and delicate quills needed to prepare arcane and divine scrolls. Also sketch artistry, heraldry, and calligraphy supplies. Blank spellbooks, charcoal, pastels, and a few unique items are sold. Glowing chalk leaves marks that remain luminous for several hours. A special lightly waxed paper is waterproof and can be written on underwater with a special pencil. A waterproof scrollcase holds six tightly rolled papers in individual tubes, designed so you can immediately draw out the scroll you desire without searching through a sheaf of papers. The proprietor Abagnale is a gifted forger, and can make needed documents for the right fee, but only those skilled in thieve's cant would be able to recognize this based on a small glyph carved above the lintel. u/bluecor
  31. The Magical Arts - this is a totally mundane shop which sells shaved and marked decks of cards, scarves for pulling from your sleeves, salted nuts cans that shoot a confetti burst when opened, squirting lapel flowers, palm buzzers, chewing gum that turns your teeth black, whoopie cushions, and stink spray. The guy working there isn't the owner, but is happy to teach you how to use his goods. While distracting you with a card trick, he will also attempt to shortchange you or pickpocket something (minus 4 to notice his ledgerdemain). If caught, he will only say "check your pocket" and there you will find the item you thought he pickpocketed. "Its all part of the trick, man," he will say, as he pulls a coin from your ear. u/bluecor
  32. The Bee's Knees - honey from different types of flowers with exceptional flavors. Meads of each type are also sold, as well as bee pollen and honey candies. A honey from frostclover will quickly dispell a hangover. Phasebee royal jelly can allow an additional use of misty step for a character with that feature, but the cost is exorbitant. The affogatto with honeycomb, coffee, and ice cream is delicious, and gives the benefits of a short rest when consumed in the shop over the course of an hour. u/bluecor
  33. Wacky Backy - Mr. C. Marin runs this fine tobacconist. House blends of pipe and cigarette tobacco can have classic Gandolf effects: controllable luminous smoke rings of various colors, and custom flavors and scents. The halfling weed is also sold. A self-lighting pipe is available, as well as a "peace pipe," which is a heavy iron pipe useable as a club (but you can also smoke out of it). Mr. Marin can craft custom peace pipes of nearly any light weapon. u/bluecor
  34. Wild Bill's Skins - Bill buys and sells tanned and untanned hides of all types. All. Types. Bill can craft armor and other leather goods from nearly any type of hide. Custom saddles can be made for any beast. A saddle on display is embossed "ride me hard and put me away wet." It isn't for sale, and it looks like it would fit Bill. He can craft a skin-tight custom leather armor that is concealable under clothing, but the customer must go into the back of the shop for a very long and invasive fitting. Rumor has it that some customers never emerge. u/bluecor
  35. Yellow Dancer - This is a musical instrument store run by a purple-haired elf named Lancer who was a freedom fighter in the past. His sister, Yellow Dancer herself, a famous concert performer who is a recognized star, is sometimes there in his place. Instruments of high quality and beginner pieces are sold. On commission, Lancer can craft an instrument which contains a secret sheath for a hidden weapon or wand. Also sold is "the Axe," a battleaxe/guitar combo, with a magical property of sound amplification that allows it to be heard in the largest venue, and allows for unique distortion effects. At DM Option, the Axe can also be used for ranged sonic attacks, mimicking the effects of Eldritch Blast. u/bluecor
  36. The Titty Twister: an adult entertainment venue, mostly for merchants and caravan guards. A goblin barker in a tophat and coattails out front gives a spirited pitch about the feminine wonders to be found within. Inside is a seedy establishment styled to look like an ancient temple. Billiards and darts games line the walls, and a poker game is playing out at a table near the center. Its a rough crowd, and fights that break out are settled with the loser being dragged away by the bouncers and the winner buying a round for the house. Beautiful dancers take turns on stage and mingle with clients between songs. Private shows are available. During the day the massive door is barred and the place is eerily silent, but from dusk til dawn raucous action is there for the taking. Locals stay well clear and pray for protection if they must pass near this den of sin. u/bluecor
  37. The Campus Martius: This strange storefront is a place for games of strategy, including draughts and card games, as well as sandtable war strategy matches involving miniature army figurines, played out with dice and measuring sticks. Arguments over rules are common, and are arbitrated by a robed and wigged judge on a low dias at one end, who often consults an enormous tome of rules which only he is allowed to read from. 1sp per game, per player, but by convention, the loser pays the fees of his opponents. A sweet green drink called mountain brew is popular here. It enhances focus, adding +1 to concentration saves for an hour, but leaves one tired, -1 to all saves for an hour thereafter. u/bluecor
  38. Millenium Sustainable Armory: run by an elvish druid, Millenium sells "murder free" armor made from silk, giant leaves, sustainably harvested ironwood and similar materials. The armor otherwise has the properties of normal light and medium armors, but contains no leather, bone, or metal. Cost is about double. Heavy armor is not available. The leaves making up the armor do not wilt or turn brown. u/bluecor
  39. The Meat Market: run by a shadowy figure in torn robes, this odd shop gives permanent magical effects in exchange for body parts. The more important the organ or body part, the better the effect. The effect goes to whoever the part comes from, so don’t get greedy! Wonder where the parts are going... u/CephaloPawd
  40. Fernado's Fish Frenzy - in a village where magic and fishing collide, you might run into a man who can be at multiple places at a time, Fernado. He is a mystical fisherman who sets up booths in town squares, where the fish fight to the death in gladiator-style combat. The loser, is placed on his selling slab and the victor becomes larger in size. He has a 'leaderboard' that updates magically after every battle, accounting for all of the places Fernado is at in your world. u/BEZERK0xD
  41. A rickety old shop plastered with the title of some famous adventuring party / adventurer on it. The entire shop is run by a near delusional fan of the party/individual, and sells merchandise about them, as well as weirdly specific information that you aren't sure how they know. (If your party is famous enough, the store might be dedicated to them) u/bladeraptor3
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2019.10.02 19:39 LaurenNichole I'm Never Nannying Again

Recently I started nannying for a family in my area. They have two children, a five year old daughter named Sarah, and a seven year old son named Tim. Most days, the parents (Jeff and Kara) will drop the kids off at school in the morning before work, I pick Sarah up around noon, and Tim takes the bus home around 3. I will hang out at home with them, make sure they get dinner, and Tim does his homework, and at least one of the parents is usually home by 6:30, at which time I can go home. We do this routine Monday through Friday, so I have the weekends free to myself. Occasionally, Jeff and Kara will go on a date night or go to an event, which means I will have to stay late on a Friday or work a Saturday night, but they bump my pay up for those hours, so no complaints. It was a pretty sweet set up, in all honesty. And it had been working out great so far.

But them, on Friday, I went to pick Sarah up from preschool, and her teacher didn’t have her normal child-work-smile. She actually looked kind of angry. She handed me a folder and told me that Sarah had drawn these pictures during school that day, and that she was very concerned about it. She said that she didn’t want to the other children to see the artwork and get scared, but she was also concerned where she got the idea for these pictures. She asked that either the parents or myself have a conversation with the child about the incident, and that if it continued, she would need to have a parent teacher conference. I said okay and we headed home.

When we got back to the house, I set Sarah up with some cartoons and a snack and pulled the folder out, wondering what a five year old could draw that was so serious. The first few were innocent enough, basic stick figure drawings, it looked like it could be her family? But there was a dark scribble near one of the figures in each of the drawings. The next drawing looked like a someone laying in a bed maybe, with a large black and red scribble over and around the bed. There were a handful of normal kid drawings (rainbows, sunshine and trees and flowers, a house…) but I noticed that, somewhere in these drawings, there was that dark scribble. Finally, at the bottom of the stack, there were a handful of very similar drawings: a big black scribble with streaks of red through it. Some of them even appeared to have big, red, angry eyes with a smile.

Once Tim had gotten home, and I had gotten him started on his homework, and popped dinner in the oven, I decided to try and gently bring it up with Sarah. I wanted to get her story before I brought it up to the parents.

“Hey Sarah, your teacher gave me some of your pictures from school today. Do you want to tell me about them?” I asked as cheerfully as possible. She got really excited and nodded. I put down the stick figure drawings and the nature pictures and the house first.

She pointed to them one at a time and said, “These are my family. That’s mommy and daddy and Timmy and me, and YOU! And this is a rainbow… and these are pretty flowers, and this is my house.” Next I put down the picture of the sleeping figure and she said, “That’s me dreaming.”

“Is this your dream?” I asked, pointing to the black scribble around the bed.

“No, that’s Mr. Man. He watches me while I sleep.”

I pointed to the dark scribbles in the earlier pictures. “Is this Mr. Man too?” she nodded happily. Then I showed her the pictures of the big black and red scribbles. “Is this what Mr. Man looks like?”

“Kinda. He doesn’t really look like anything. But he always smiles,” she giggled. I tucked the pictures away and told her that she was a very good artist and let her go back to her cartoons. I decided I would bring it up with her parents when they got home.

When I presented the situation to Jeff and Kara, they kind of laughed it off at first, until they saw the pictures and I told them what Sarah said about them. At that point, they shared a nervous look. After a moment, they explained that there had been some things going on lately that they hadn’t told me about. Apparently, Sarah had developed an imaginary friend that she called Mr. Man. During the day time, she was always laughing when she played with “Mr. Man”, and always described him as smiling, much like how she described him to me. But at night, she would wake up screaming from night terrors, claiming Mr. Man was being mean, but never really explained much more. They had been chalking it up to a childish imagination, but admitted that they were a little concerned about the frequency of these incidents, and the extreme nature of laughing about it, to screaming through the night. And they had never seen her draw him before.

But, at the end of the day, they said not to be too concerned, and that they would talk to her about it

Saturday night, Jeff and Kara had to go to a dinner event, which they would be out late for. I had already agreed to watch the kids, though now that I knew about Sarah’s night terrors and Mr. Man, I was a little more nervous than usual. Most of the evening went off without a hitch. The kids had dinner and watched a movie no problem. I put them to bed and sat up in the living room, watching tv and waiting to see if Sarah would have a night terror.

At some point, I must have dozed off, because when I woke up, Sarah was standing next to the couch staring at me. I was a little startled, but before I could process what was happening, she quietly spoke.

“Mr. Man said I should let you sleep, but I had to wake you up. I’m sorry.”

As the fog of sleep cleared from my head, I realized I could smell smoke. “Sarah, what’s that smell?”

“Mr. Man said he was cold.”

In a panic, I ran up the stairs and saw smoke pouring out from under Sarah’s bedroom door. I woke Tim up and rushed him down the stairs, scooping up Sarah as we ran out the door. I called the 9-1-1 immediately to report the fire. A neighbor had come outside to see the commotion and called the parents while I was on my phone with the dispatcher. I spoke to them briefly to reassure them that everyone was out of the house and that the fire department was on the way. They were on their way home, too.

I felt Sarah tugging on my hand while Tim clung to my side. I turned to see her waving up at the house.

“Sarah, what are you doing?”

“Waving to Mr. Man.”

I looked up at the house, and toward Sarah’s bedroom window at the front of the second story. There in the window, with the glow of the fire behind it, was the dark figure of a man, waving.

The house is uninhabitable until some repairs are done. The investigation is still ongoing, but from the sound of things so far, the fire started in Sarah’s closet, and spread quickly through the room due to the presence of some sort of accelerant. The family hasn’t told me much more than that, but Kara did mention that they were going to be taking Sarah to some counseling. She is still talking to Mr. Man…

They asked if I was going to be coming back to nanny when they both go back to work… But I just don’t think I can.
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2019.08.29 01:57 RealAlcibiad3s Mary Viney Wiltshire England 1720s?

My ancestor is a Mary Viney who marries William Mullens on July 20, 1743 in Fisherton Anger Salisbury- at the marriage she says she is from a town called Ebbesbourne Wake.
On ancestry there aren’t any Mary Vineys in Ebbesbourne Wake although one is in Stratford Tony is about 4 miles from Fisherton Anger and 7 miles from Ebbesbourne Wake 26/08/1724 parents William Viney and Sarah and another is Mary Viney Gender: Female Baptism Date: 23 Sep 1720 Baptism Place: Bower Chalk,Wiltshire,England Father: Thomas Viney.
Bower Chalk,Wiltshire is right next to Ebbesbourne Wake.
What are your thoughts?
Are there any on webpages other than ancestry which I’m missing?
Her suspected children are: John Mullins 1744
Robert Mullins 1748–1787
Sarah Mullins 1751
Thos Mullens 1754-1756
Thomas Mullins 1757-1837
Martha Mullens 1759
All children baptised in Donhead St Mary Wiltshire.
Thankyou.
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2019.07.24 05:19 william4534 My opinion on Take Us Back

Be prepared, we're in for a long one. This will be my detailed explanation of my personal opinion on Take Us Back, and when I say detailed, I mean I'm going over everything. So strap in, because this is going to easily be my longest post to date.

[I'm typing this mid writing, and I realize how long I take to get to the point, but bare with me, I'll get there]

To start, I need to add some background. I grew up with the Walking Dead games, and was relatively the same age as Clementine at the release of each season. I wasn't able to play the games until recently, but I watched every episode online as soon as they came out. It took me a few tries, but eventually I found (and then lost) a channel posting game-play with virtually the exact choices I wanted to make. This really engaged me in Clementine's character, especially in the latter seasons.

Anyways, when I started playing the games for real, I noticed something. Many of the choices I was making were different from what I once envisioned as the choices I would make. This would be expected were it not for the ease with which I decided those choices at the time. Playing the game for real, I was not prepared for how difficult some of the choices were, and one notable example I remember was the meat locker scene. At the time, I watched and right away I knew that I wanted to try and save Larry. However, when I played for real, I was completely indecisive until the moment I realized I had to pick before the time ran out, and I chose to kill him for our safety and my loyalty to Kenny. Needless to say, I was given quite the shock with the difficulty of some decisions. These decisions became one of my favorite parts of the series, and in my opinion, they never went away.

Another thing I felt when playing through that a lot of people seemed to not was the way choices not only were tough because of the situation, but also because of the morality behind them. One thing people often criticize about the series is choices not mattering. An example often pointed to is Sarah in Amid The Ruins. There is no consequence to saving her, and so there seems to be an easy answer to the question as to whether to save her or not, but then she dies anyway 20 minutes later. Most people will then, upon replaying, choose not to save her because, well, what's the point? I, however save her every time. The reason for this ties into a few other moral codes I stick to when playing. The main one being honesty. Unless in imminent danger, I always, always, tell the truth. This goes double during interactions between Lee and Clementine, and Clementine and AJ. Because of this, when I made the promise to be Sarah's friend at the start, I knew I was going to keep it until I literally couldn't. If I were to leave Sarah to die, I would have gone back on my word, which is more important than almost anything else to me.

Alright, I'll start talking about season 4 now. When season 4 started, it instantly felt different. The gameplay was better, as were the graphics, and Clementine and AJ were instantly likable characters. More than this, however, I felt the game was doing a lot more foreshadowing than normal. The walker couple in the station, Tenn's drawing, "Oh My Darling, Clementine", it felt like each of these were building to something. I then looked at the titles for each episode, and attempted to decipher them. Suffer The Children was the easiest since I had already played Done Running. I figured it would involve Clementine and AJ suffering the consequences of AJ's actions, however it also meant that the children themselves, would be to ones who suffer, which I didn't pick up on due to the more general phrasing of the title. Broken Toys was tougher. I thought a few things, perhaps the school begins crumbling from within, perhaps some of the kids die, but my best guess was that something would happen to the school, and some of the kids would begin to break down mentally, becoming the broken toys. I was right to a degree, because I took the Louis route, and Violet was the broken toy, but AJ also was somewhat one as well. Then came Take Us Back. I immediately wrote it off as another title like No Time Left and No Going Back, that could mean any one of a million different things. This was obvious, until I replayed the series again, and got to the end of No Time Left. I hear the song, as per usual, then I hear the chorus, "Take us back, oh take us back, oh take us... take us back". Shit. I instantly suspect a similar ending to No Time Left, but then I dug deeper, and looked at the lyrics. It mentions water sinking a man. This would have gone over my head but I know the lyrics to Oh My Darling, Clementine, like the back of my hand as it was a song I remember from a young age. That song, too, mentions someone drowning.

My focus shifted instantly to the drowning idea. I then remember the lyric more specifically being "Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine". Ruby. This confirmed my thoughts that this was more than just a random song they chose because it said Clementine.

Come January 15th, I stay up until midnight, like I had for Done Running and Suffer The Children, and play it as soon as I can. When it ends, and they're on a blown up boat, I thought for sure I had been right. I do the same on March 26th, and was seemingly proven wrong. I'll get to why I wasn't wrong later, but I'm getting impatient and want to talk about my favorite episode in the series.

I'm going to go scene by scene here.

Kick it off with Clementine on the boat. The first thing that struck me was how well they did the "paralyzed in fear". Even if it wasn't totally fear that caused it, something about Clementine sitting there, terrified as she looked at Lilly's body and the boat in ruins just worked. Then she loses her hat, damn it. I had already worked it out that, throughout the season, her hat was a symbol of safety and certainty, so when she lost it, I knew shit was going to go down.

After this, seeing Clementine supporting AJ and him trusting her above all was so beautiful. Then we find out that everyone made it, well, almost everyone.

First off, Louis' entrance was perfect, the slightly scared look on his face when he killed the walker and the pure relief when seeing Clementine again was so well done. Then I saw Violet. I figured something had to have happened to her, but finding out she had been blinded was something I was not expecting. It worked perfectly, though, because Violet despised me after she got captured, and now she has no choice but to trust me to keep her safe. This directly causes her eventual forgiveness by giving her a reminder as to how well Clementine can support her even when she had been given none on the boat.

Also, I'd like to mention the small choices real quick. A nice thing about this episode was the emphasis on the smaller choices, like whether or not to tell Tenn that Minnie was bit, or what to add to Louis' imaginary house. The emphasis on the little choices is something that is perfectly fitting for a final episode, because when you know something will be gone forever, you will cherish every last bit of it, including the little things. This adds a certain beauty to the craft of the episode.

Back to the episode itself. The cave scene is one that is very underappreciated in my opinion. First (at least in my case) there's the obvious tension between Clementine and James that they mustn't act upon until they are safe, leading to a more intense outburst when they are. Also, as you pick up the toy, Clementine mentions how they need to get back first. This is one of the first notable times throughout the season where Clementine implies an uncertainty of getting home.

During the argument with James, there is an interesting challenge given, to change AJ's view on killing. The wording you use is very important, and AJ catches you on any inconsistencies, forcing an attention to detail only seen in 2 other scenes I can name off the top of my head. These are your dialogues with Herschel in A New Day and with Max at the junk yard in Ties That Bind Part 1. Even then, these aren't done nearly to the extent of this because this one is the culmination of everything you've taught him and said to him, and it's up to you to follow your own statements, or help AJ understand which are no longer valid or applicable and why.

After this, you get the choice to trust AJ to make his own decisions or not. This was one of the toughest decisions of the series, and took me over a minute to make up my mind (I trusted him).

After this, we find out that Aasim was the third vote for us to stay at the school. This was another of those little things that the episode brought attention to, and for good reason. Your relationship with the other major characters at the school are all defined by something that happened. For Ruby it was a similar idea to Rebecca in season 2, where she comes off very strong at first, but turns out to be one of the most genuinely kind people there. Willy was your aid in coping with Mitch's death. Louis and Violet was the love stories and who you chose to save. Everyone except Aasim and Omar had their defining moment prior to Take Us Back. Omar could be chalked down to simply being a minor character, with whom we exchange next to no dialogue, but Aasim was someone we had talked with, worked with, and interacted with quite a bit. One thing about Aasim is he is almost always the most level-headed of the group, and because of this, it's tougher to get a read on your relationship with him. Finding out he voted for you (not to mention it being for practical reasons) brought a sense of closure to this question. Now, every major character's relationship with Clementine has been fully established, which becomes important later.

When we find Louis, there is a similar exchange to that which we saw after the escape, and finding out everyone was safe was relieving. Louis saying that "it's over" was truly a turning point for my perspective in the series. For so long it had been one fight after another, or a hard struggle to survive, but finally, it feels like that's over. This is further pushed forward when Louis mentions building a new house. It isn't necessary, it isn't all that practical, but it would be fun, and that has been the missing piece. Fun is the separation between surviving and thriving, and this is more important than most people let on.

In A New Day, everyone has a sort of hope that the walkers would be gone in a matter of days or weeks. Lee, however, was more complicated. He had more to gain in the apocalypse than he did before due to his conviction, and in a way, he was relieved that the old world was gone. This wasn't the case for Clementine, however, because she had her parents, school, friends, but most importantly, she was happy. When season 4 rolled around, there was a significantly increased refocus on this issue of surviving versus thriving. The episode title Done Running was a sign that this could be the place where they can thrive, and the season became about making it somewhere where they could thrive.

As Clementine, AJ, Louis, and Tenn walked back, I realized that this was it, they could finally thrive. Unfortunately, this hope was tested with the fight against Minnie, and the death of Tenn, ironically the most hopeful character at the school.

I'd also like to look at the choice of the song Don't Be Afraid for this scene. This was actually a perfect fit for the eventual reveal that Clementine survived, by saying to not be overwhelmed by the dark nature of the present, but to focus on the bright, hopeful future that lies just ahead. It's also somewhat a metaphor for the series, with it's message of everything will be okay, no matter how dark it may seem now.

Oh boy, I have to talk about it don't I. Seeing Clementine get bit made my heart skip a beat. I, like everyone, was very much in denial that it would happen, but when it did, it was devastating. The interesting thing about it is how similar her reaction was to Lee's, with her focus not being on the bite at all, but rather getting AJ back to the school.

When Clementine said to AJ "I love you, don't ever forget that", it showed the first sign of her losing hope. The girl who always had that light in her, who always kept moving forward, was starting to believe she wouldn't be moving forward any more.

As they approached the barn, we see the single greatest piece of foreshadowing in the episode, season, and maybe even the whole series. While they're rushing to get in away from the walkers, one walker's arm stands out. As they approach the door the arm gets closer and closer to getting them, but they just barely escape it. This is foreshadowing Clementine's escape from death when AJ cuts off her leg, yet is something no one would notice the first time around, making up for part of the lost replayability from the big reveal by being something you see the second time around and, whether it be conscious or sub-conscious, realize that it was there all along.

Anyways, the scene in the barn speaks for itself. Clementine losing hope in herself but seeing hope in AJ like Lee did for her, and AJ insisting she leave with him like she did way back when. I found this scene far sadder than Lee's death, however, because AJ is so genuinely destroyed by the fear of losing Clementine that he'd try anything to get her out of there. This stems from AJ being far closer with Clementine than she ever was with Lee. The cherry on top of this scene, for me, was Clementine going through all the rules, making sure he has the tools he needs while simultaneously replaying your decisions in front of you like in the marsh house.

After this scene, we get another amazing scene of Clementine and the infamous McCarol ranch. The lengths to which Clementine would go to save AJ was beautiful, and seeing her finally find him, after unwillingly killing has caretaker, made for an extremely emotional scene. The scene in the car where Clementine makes the first rule that they kept referring to throughout the season, and above all, her promise to never leave him (more foreshadowing of the reveal) was such a happy and sad scene at the same time.

I don't have much to say about the fishing scene aside from it being quite a happy distraction from the horrors seen just 10 minutes earlier. However, I will say that playing as AJ fully in this scene was very interesting.

It took me a while to figure out what the hat meant in this episode, because I could tell that the established meaning of the hat was not the main purpose of it this episode. It took me a few weeks and another playthrough to see it. The hat was what was being referred to as drowning in all the songs. The safety and security that it provided had drowned and were no longer able to protect Clementine and AJ from what would happen. It turning up all wet and dirty also had quite the significance. This is because, like I mentioned, they were safe and thriving. No more uncertainty could hurt them, so the security of the hat now looks like and old memory, one that you'll keep for old times sake, but one you no longer need. This is what I believe the true meaning of Clementine giving up the hat is.

Finally, when we get back to Ericson, a lot of the little moments speak for themselves, like the tire swing being Clementine's promise to AJ. However, there is extra significance to the scene at the dinner table people don't see.

So in the show, in episode 7x1, Negan has just smashed in the heads of Abraham and Glenn, leaving behind a broken group. He at one point mentions a nice Sunday dinner, which was shown in a scene later, with Glenn and his baby, Abraham laughing, and the whole group nice and happy. The whole point of this scene was that it was a fantasy of a time when they can be truly happy, and that it was never to be after what Negan did. The way this ties into the scene in Take Us Back is that it's the same fantasy, except they were actually able to achieve it. They are truly happy in the new world.

I could go on and on and on about the scene with Clementine and AJ on the stairs talking about the barn scene, and AJ looking at the collectibles, but I don't want to be here all night, maybe I'll talk about in the future, but for now, there's one more thing I want to mention, and that's the reason why the ending makes sense.

The moment where Clementine chooses between Kenny and Jane is what I point to as the moment Clementine became able to protect both herself and others, and make choices on her own, thus reaching true independence. The reason AJ was able to save Clementine, at least from my perspective, is because he already reached independence the moment he shot Tenn, or told Louis to throw Tenn. Since AJ was already independent, he was able to save her. This is the most perfect way of the story coming full circle. Lee taught Clementine excellently but she wasn't able to save him. Clementine was able to teach AJ with the tools Lee gave her and thus he was able to save her. This means that, yes, Lee's direct impact is still actively aiding Clementine and AJ, bringing even better closure to a story once thought to have ended perfectly already.

Anyways, it's probably time for me to wrap this up and give my overall opinion. I believe Take Us Back is the perfect conclusion to the series, and is the best episode to date. If you've read this far, I don't know how you did it, but thank you so much listening to my very long, overcomplicated opinion.

TLDR: It's pretty good
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2019.06.22 19:45 LisWrites [WP] You meet a man in a party. He is polite and soft spoken, and seems to know a lot about you. When asked how he's so familiar with you, he says "You told me all about yourself when we first met. In two weeks."

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He was on the shy side of sweet. His mousy brown curls were swept over in a plain cut. He’d opted for a pair of faded Levi’s and a forest green t-shirt. Everything about him was, overall, unremarkable—as if he’d designed himself to blend into the wallpaper of the dingy apartment.
I couldn’t take my mind off of him.
He’d introduced himself—damn, what was his name again?—with an ease of familiarity. Like he was greeting an old friend, not meeting a stranger for the first time.
If it had been someone more smooth, I might’ve excused. I could’ve chalked it up to drunk confidence. But him... he’d been nursing the same bottle of Molson for nearly an hour now and had hardly ventured over from his position sandwiched between the fridge and recycling bin.
“Sarah,” I said, tapping my friend’s shoulder. “That guy in the corner—what’s his name?”
She turned to me, her eyes tipped with red. The skunky smoke clung to her sweater. “Who? Caleb?”
I shrugged. “That might’ve been it. I couldn’t remember and it felt too late to ask.”
She snorted into her solo cup. “Yeah, no kidding. He said you’ve known each other for what? A few years? Went to high school together and everything.”
“No—I don’t know him…” I started, but glassy-eyed Sarah had already turned back to small throng of people debating over some TV finale.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him—Caleb—staring at me. When I turned my head, he quickly became interested in his quarter-full warm beer.
I rolled my eyes and marched over, hoping that I looked more confident than I felt.
He smiled when I stopped in front of him.
“Look,” I said. “I don’t know what your deal is, but you can’t just go around pretending that you know me.”
“Gabby,” he started.
“No—no. Don’t ‘Gabby’ me. Why are you even here? Do you even know Eric, anyway? It’s his place, after all.”
He chuckled and sloshed the beer around in his bottle. “Because you know him so well? If he wasn’t dating Hannah, you wouldn’t be here either.”
I blinked, dumbly. I didn’t know how to respond to that. “How do you know so much about me? I’ve never met you before in my life—and if I had met you, clearly you didn’t make much of an impression.”
“We’ve met.” He sipped his beer with a smirk. “Or maybe we will meet? You gave me your number two weeks from now, and about four years ago, in a bar on Whyte Ave. But who cares about semantics, anyway?”
I rolled my eyes. “You seriously expect me to buy that?”
“You never have before, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to stop trying.” He shook his head.
I folded my arms over my chest. “I’ll bite. What do you mean by that?”
“Gabby, we’ve met each other somewhere around 50 times now. I don’t know the exact amount—I stopped counting somewhere after the first twenty. It became a little… repetitive.” He said the last work with the lilt of a joke and smiled to himself. “You should go help Sarah, though.”
“Sarah?”
Somewhere behind me, someone stumbled and knocked over the lamp on the side table. I turned in time to see a head of blonde-highlighted hair duck into the bathroom, followed by a gut-stirring dry-heave.
“Just call me in the morning, alright?” He handed me a folded slip of paper, which I pocketed. “Hopefully this will be our last first meeting."
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2019.06.05 19:51 AlwaysLastChoice Shady, former colleagues BULLIED me into QUITTING a small town teaching job, so I had their entire school SHUT DOWN!


Longtime lurker, first time poster. Throwaway, of course, and I apologize for the long story. This happened a few years ago, but it was recent enough that those deservedly affected by the fallout might still be looking for me and might recognize the events I’m going to describe, so of course names, locations, and other details will have slight alterations. Think of it like transforming a left Ked slip-on into a right Louboutin stiletto: different enough, but still a shoe, and if it fits...
I’ve always been a shy person, and I grew up in a large, urban area. In high school, I had friends, but we were the nerdy type and thought of as losers. I was one of two girls in our core friend group of four kids. Of course, we eventually dated the guys in our group. The youngest in our group was one of the boys, “Doug,” in ninth grade, and the oldest was a boy, “Clayton,” in eleventh. The other girl (“Sarah”) and I were in tenth. I dated Doug all through high school, for which I Was relentlessly teased by people outside of our group because he’s a bit more than a year younger than me. Sarah and Clayton married in college, and are still happily married five years later. Doug and I, for our part, got married once he finished college, and we have been married almost four years. We have a one year old daughter, “Raquelle.”
Both Doug and Clayton eventually got careers in IT. Sarah and Clayton have their own, one year old daughter, “Amber.” Sarah has a small but thriving home business selling refurbished furniture on Ebay, that she and Clayton find on weekends.
The reason I give so much backstory is that our friend group is pretty isolated. Chalk it up to years of bullying, being made fun of, excluded, you name it. It happened to all four of us in school, even in primary and middle school. Even now, in my later twenties, I don’t really have close friends besides Sarah, Clayton, and of course my husband Doug who is my best friend. This is true, even though we moved all the way to the Midwest for Doug’s career (we’re still close enough and well off enough so that we can regularly fly out to see our friends, and vice versa). Doug makes more than enough money to support all three of us on his salary alone, especially in our state, and always says it’s okay if I am a stay at home mom.
However, in this new environment, I thought I might have a fresh start. To work on being more outgoing, as it were. No one in my new town knew me from when I was a kid, and a total reject. Doug’s father passed away, and so his mother lives with us and has generously helped take care of Raquelle. We all talked it over, and agreed I could go back to college to get a teaching certification for my bachelors degree (math). Fast forward just a few months, and thanks to an accelerated program and shortage of math teachers in my area, I got my teaching license quite quickly and easily. I also made a few new girlfriends in the teaching program, which helped my self esteem.
So, I put out my resume and within just a few short weeks, I get hired at an independent studies charter school. I was looking to get hired at a regular high school, but whatever. It was a credit recovery school. Basically, the idea was that kids who washed out of the regular school district or couldn’t succeed there for whatever reason could try to succeed in our setting. We hosted grades nine through twelve. Students would make appointments and come in on their own time, meet independently with teachers, be given assignments and projects, and basically earn a legit high school diploma eventually.

I knew it was kind of weird to go back to a place (high school) where I never fit in, but I thought it would be totally different from the perspective of an adult.

The school was one large classroom the size of a basketball court, with administrative offices, science labs, even an exercise room for PE all around the perimeter. About fifty student desks were lined around the center of the room in rows, and around these desks were about a dozen teacher desks. Generally, we’d have two teachers per subject area (ie, two English, two math, two history, etc.) and we each had our own roster of students, and ensured that they visited all teachers for whose subjects they owed credits. Although the school officially had over two hundred students on the various rosters, there were rarely more than ten or so students in the school at any one time, due to different appointments throughout the day.
That meant that there was tons of down time where the teachers would just shoot the breeze with one another. The school had a female principal, a male vice principal, and a male counselor. The other math teacher was male, both English teachers were female, both science teachers were male, the PE teacher was a male, art teacher female, and the history teachers were one male and one female. There was also a male computer teacher and a female music teacher, both of whom came in once a week.
I could see right away from day one that all the teachers were good friends with one another. That’s not a bad thing at all. Lunch is at noon every day and the school shuts down for a whole hour. Typically, the other teachers would all go out to lunch with one another, or break off into twos and threes. I didn’t really know anyone so I didn’t take offense to anyone not inviting me to go to lunch with them. I thought, well, maybe give it a few weeks and it will change. I had that old feeling from when I was a kid, of being rejected. Still, I was the new person, so I tried not to take it personally. Besides, forming relationships, colleagues included, is a two way street and I could reach out, too. Til then, it was lunch at the desk. Sometimes I’d facetime hubby, who usually had lunch at that time, too, but I was proud of him for making friends at his own work and tried to minimize taking up his time.
I didn’t really focus on that too much, though, and just did my job. Students tended to like me and after just a few weeks it became noticeable that my students made more appointments to see me than other teachers’ students made to see them. Every time a student finished a project or assignment for a teacher, whatever the subject, they would turn it in to their “main” teacher, the one who had the student on their main roster. It soon became clear that students on my roster were finishing their assignments and graduating at a faster rate than my peers. I didn’t plan for this to happen; it just turned out that way.
Over time, holidays would pass and our school would have mandated social and team building functions (ie, potluck in the breakroom, etc.). It seems like I was making progress socially. I was always positive and nice to my peers, and would be myself around them, try to tell them about me and learn about them. They were being nice to me, too, at least to my face, so I thought I was finally fitting in. One day, however, the principal called me in to her office to tell me that someone had told her that I was smug and antisocial, and that it wasn’t good for the school environment for teachers to “bully” one another. I was flabbergasted and of course my initial reaction was to ask who told her this, but the principal said it was confidential, and to just “work on being nicer.” I didn’t want to seem intransigent or defiant, so I apologized for hurting anyone’s feelings, but also pointed out that I was trying my very best to fit in, and I had been working there the shortest compare to everyone else, so of course I didn’t want to overstep. I also pointed out that students on my roster were graduating at a good pace (I didn’t throw shade at any of my colleagues). My principal agreed with me on this, and praised me heartily. The vice principal happened to be walking by, and he overheard the principal praising me. He too threw in the comment that I was an exemplary teacher, the students were praising me in private to him, and that the school had “big plans” for me, especially since we were on pace to outperform another independent studies charter school a few miles away, which competed for the same state funding.
This pleased me of course, and took the edge off the butthurt of people telling the principal I was not nice. A small (maybe big) red flag was that they told me that students graduating meant massive funding for our school, money which the regular district didn’t want the charter school to have. And, that if all teachers could “get more students to turn in work,” we all might get bonuses. I mean, all that is good, but both of them spoke about student graduation only in terms of how it could benefit our own pocketbooks.
Ever since I started working at the school, what had originally been five students, ten at the most working in the classroom at a time became twenty or more (almost every one of them a kid on my roster) every day hanging out for hours and hours doing their work in our quiet classroom environment. I thought this was great because this meant they could graduate sooner and get on with their lives.
Gradually, however, I noticed that some of my peers looked resentful when the classroom was so full. I strongly suspect this is because they had grown accustomed to having long stretches of time to simply mess about online at their desks, playing with their smartphones, and gossiping. Our school had a policy that unless you were on a break, you had to be at your desk and make yourself available to grade student work in your subject area. They didn’t like grading my student’s work, because eventually “credit” for that student graduating would go to me, their main teacher. I certainly didn’t mind grading work from students who were on other teachers’ rosters. That’s the whole point of our job. Gradually, I came to realize that the school didn’t focus so much on actually teaching the students anything and making sure that their diploma actually meant something, than just rubber-stamping their work and saying it was satisfactory, using the fact that we were licensed, credentialed professionals as official backup. Really, any reasonably intelligent adult (or even kid) could do the type of work some of my colleagues were actually doing.
What would happen was, say, a kid on my roster is behind five credits in English if he wants to graduate. I would then send him to the English teacher to request a packet of English work. Kid would do the work, give it to the English teacher to grade, she would sign off on it, I would input the grade in my computer, and the kid would be one credit closer to graduation. It soon became clear to me that the teachers weren’t even actually looking at the packets before giving them a grade, really just pulling grades out of their butts. I would never dream of doing that on any student’s math work. That’s the way they’d grade for me, but they’d do it in a slow way, so as to reduce the speed of students graduating from my roster. As in, they’d let piles of my students’ work sit on their desk ungraded, while they played Clash of Clans at their desk.
I never said anything, and was always polite and friendly to them, even though I knew at least one of them had badmouthed me to the principal. Needless to say, even months into my new job, I wasn’t making friends with my coworkers. I was nice to them, and it seemed at face value that they at least respected me on a professional level, at least to my face, so I’d accept that for the time being.
The big switch came when the principal actually singled me out at a staff meeting as an exemplary teacher. She said that I had come from [big city] and have succeeded to an amazing degree, and that I had set a record for how many students were graduating high school on my roster. From that point on, I sensed that people were being cold to me. It felt a lot like high school, except unlike high school where other girls would openly mock me as a tall skinny no-butt no-boobs having giraffe, adults did it in colder ways.
On rare occasions where the whole classroom was empty, or if I’d run into groups of them in the breakroom, they would talk about all these fun things they did together after work, or talk about the big party they were all going to have at such and such venue, and how everyone was invited. Except, obviously…
Well, I didn’t really mind, actually. I wasn’t going to let them being petty ruin the good feeling I had from helping students and feeling like I was making a difference. I was still very nice to everyone and kept up my positive attitude. Inside I felt SO bad and so left out, however. I didn’t tell my husband about basically being shunned at work, and instead I focused just on my success in getting students to graduate.
Anyway some of my students would actually quietly complain to me that “Miss So and So doesn’t even grade our work.” I’d NEVER badmouth my coworkers, especially to the kids (it’s important to have a united front of course), but on the sly I’d separate those work packets that were clearly not graded properly and look them over myself as best I could. Although I was only licensed to teach math, if, say, a history packet seemed incomplete, and yet had a “B + nice work” on the cover, I’d sort of quietly, as diplomatically as I could, staple a new cover sheet to it, ask the student to finish it for real, and submit it again to the teacher. I’d make sure the student asked the teacher to grade it in front of him or her as he or she was eager to see the results of all their hard work. Although the teachers HATED it when my kids did this, I did make sure my students’ work was as legitimately graded as possible. Somewhat surprisingly, students appreciated my determination that they didn’t BS their way through what was obviously a BS school.
When it came to other teachers’ students coming to me with math packets, I did the professional thing and actually went over the packets, and gave the tests and quizzes as prescribed in the employee handbook for our school and as is mandated by our state. The other teachers didn’t like this, I guess because they were used to teachers just rubberstamping the work as passing, regardless of whether or not it was competently done. Invariably, teachers preferred to send their “math” kids to the other teacher, because he had no problem just breezing through the packets as if they were flipbooks and assigning whatever grade he dreamed of. However, even though for him to just scribble “C+, please show work for each equation” on packet covers took no time at all and he could go back to searching up dating profiles on OKcupid (I found out eventually that he was already married), he resented the fact that he “graded” perhaps twenty math packets in one day, where as I graded maybe five, because I graded them and assigned the tests and everything, which of course took time. Eventually other teachers began to grumble, too, how I was taking too long to grade their kids’ packets and thus slowing down their students’ graduations, whereas mine were graduating relatively faster.
I began to hear rumors that kids only came to see me, especially the boys, because they wanted to screw me. Naturally, the rumors eventually spread that I actually WAS banging the kids. Other rumors spread that I was unqualified to be a math teacher, what was a woman doing being a math teacher anyway, I was just trying to hook up with young studs, all sorts of nonsense. Still more rumors spread that I was cheating with my graduation rates and that it was all fraud somehow. My husband Doug had actually come to see my on a couple of occasions at the school to go with me to doctor’s appointments, so the staff knew what he looked like.
One day I had my phone out on my desk when Clayton called to tell me the news that he and Sarah were coming to visit next month. Unfortunately for my reputation at that school, Clayton’s contact avatar showed hugely on my phone screen when he called in the middle of the day, and one of my busybody coworkers happened to be walking by my desk, saw my phone, and made a face of barely concealed contempt.
Needless to say, rumors soon spread that I was cheating on Doug with some other young man, along with all the high schoolers who I supposedly worked with off the clock. Still, I tried to grind it out.
But, I would plan my revenge, too, if it came to that. I’m mature, but I’m not above getting even. I went through twelve years of crap growing up. I’d be damned if I resigned myself to a lifetime of crap, as a grownup.
I flatter myself that I was at least sort of cool in college. Heh.
First thing I did was let my principal know what was going on. My plan was, if she addressed the bullying at a future meeting and put an end to it, then hey, I wouldn’t even need to get revenge. I’d just go back to doing my job and minding my own business. I was kind of hoping the principal would back me up, as up until now, aside from the red flag about being obsessed with the school getting money and not with students learning anything, she seemed friendly enough, if a bit detached from her school’s day to day operations. I told her that students would tell me quietly that Mr. So and So or Ms What’s Her Name told them that I was dating a student, or cheating on my husband. More than one kid would tell me these kinds of things. I knew my kids weren’t trolling me as over the months I’d established a good rapport with all of them.
Principal basically gaslights me and tells me I’m being paranoid. “It’s a high school,” she says, “in high schools there are rumors. It’s part of the territory.” Yeah, I reply, but the rumors are usually from students, not adults. She doesn’t really address this, other than to tell me that I needed to grow up and not let petty things like supposed rumors. She tells me to “be the bigger person.”
Nah.
I should have mentioned that I had brought my cellphone in with me, and had been recording the principal’s responses to what I had been saying. Which was good for the case I was building, because, as if on cue, the vice principal comes walking by once again, “World’s Greatest Chad” coffee mug in hand. “Oh hey, Mr. Vice Principal Dude, come in really quick!”
I thought Principal was going to tell him about my concerns about the rumors that I was basically both an adulterer and also trying to go to jail for having illicit fun with minors. But no, instead principal and vice principal complain to me that I am being too thorough in my grading of math work from students on other teachers’ rosters. I explain that I’m trying to do my job according to the employee handbook they themselves had given me, and according to the two-day training seminar (standard for all teachers of independent studies schools where I live) they had mandated I attend prior to my first day of employment.
They tell me that I needed to “play ball” and that our task was to get these kids out the door with that diploma in hand. I counter with, what good is a diploma if they don’t actually know any history or how to read or how to use the scientific method or whatever. Principal actually calls me a “pretentious, wannabe female Jaime Escalante” (famous calculus teacher). They both strongly encourage me to use my “professional judgemet” (ie, place my teaching license in jeopardy) by assigning passing marks to work that is clearly not passing. I get all of this on record, and I make sure to email a backup copy of the mp3 to my outside email address.
Our school plays it slick when it comes to the school board inspecting our paperwork. Whenever the principal knows the state is coming for an inspection of our packets (an audit, they like to call it), they have each of us take extra special care to grade about three or four packets in our subject area very thoroughly. These packets are placed in a file cabinet in the middle of the classroom, so as to imply they represent our average work. All other packets with BS grades on them go in these other file cabinets in back, that the school never invites the inspectors to look at. We tend to empty out students’ folders into these file cabinets after they graduate. The school had a policy that once a packet was three months old, we only had to retain the cover with the teacher grades and comments to save cabinet space, thereby destroying evidence that the actual packet behind the cover was never actually done properly. The phony cabinet in the middle of the classroom represented “active work.”
The only two sort of friends I make at the school were the music teacher and computer teacher, who taught small labs only once a week, and both of whom had other, full time jobs and were married (not to each other) and had families. The music teacher taught at a local community college and did the charter school just as a side hustle, and the computer guy consulted and made six figures. I therefore didn’t feel too much guilt about what I was going to do. Still, I quietly hinted at my plan to both of them on the day they came to campus, and both of them were like, “do it!”
After getting the principal and vice principal (and the counselor too, who also “just so happened to be walking by”) all encouraged me to basically commit academic fraud, I thought, eff em. I also suspected and later confirmed they had a secret buzzer system to surreptitiously call one another from their desks, which is why they always happened to be available at the same time when necessary or convenient.
I snuck toward the filing area where all of our BS student work credits were stored, and day by day over a period of three months took video of hundreds of packet covers, all of them labeled with academic grades, teacher comments, and teacher signatures. I of course also continued the videos to show page after page of blank work and incomplete work, nonsensical work… English packets especially were rife with ridiculous gibberish, sometimes even mocking the teachers, like, “Ms English teacher lady is a **** and she doesn’t even grade our work LOL!” and the cover would have Ms English teacher lady’s signature along with “A+, fantastic! You are such a talented writer!”
Sure enough, after three months, the secretary (who was also kind of snooty and played on her smartphone and uploaded selfies to Instagram all day even though she was like fifty-five) shredded mountains of bogus work and filed only the covers.
Throughout this whole time, I’d been slyly walking about the classroom in such a way that other teachers would think I wasn’t trying to look at them or what was on their computer, and I’d catch video of them on Facebook or Plenty of Fish or shopping on Ebay, and they have a student interviewing right in front of them, what the actual EFF.
At home one day I asked Doug how to do a remote microphone that I could control from far away. He’s like, what for, are you trying to be James Bond? But he’s so smart and it’s child’s play for him, so he personally rigs one for me at work. Basically it’s like a wireless mic that isn’t a detectable bluetooth, and he sets up a way for me to turn it on and off from far away. I’m like, that’s awesome, can I have ten? He smiles but he asks no questions because he’s awesome like that. Next day, he has a dozen of them. I want it so that there’s no way for my devices to appear when the other teachers turn on their Bluetooth earpieces.
I’m always the first at work because my coworkers tend to be irresponsible asses, so even though everyone is supposed to be at their desks by 8:00am, most of them drift in at 8:10, 8:20, and so on. I’m there at 7:30 just in case. I know the code how to get in on the keyless entry side door, let myself in, and slip a mic beneath everyone’s desk. Each mic has this mini watch battery that’s supposed to last quite a long time. I bring my old smartphone that I don’t use anymore and make sure it has a huuuuuuuuuge capacity SD card that my husband got for me installed. I connect it as a wireless audio input for the mics. I then hit record, and every day for two weeks I hear the teachers, most of whom are wearing Bluetooth headsets ever since it became uncool to yell gossip across the room, talking trash all day long. Totally unrelated to work. Saying the most inappropriate things about other teachers, the principal, even the kids. Some of the things these middle aged women would say about what they would love to do with “that young, blonde God over there” made me want to puke. Of course, these teachers are too stupid to simply text one another if they really want to sneak around and talk trash. To them, the Bluetooth thing is easier.
It stung, but I knew I struck gold when I heard them spreading false rumors about me, calling me an effing B, a pretentious, big city loser with no friends, they’d definitely get me fired. They’d also talk about how they didn’t grade and just pretended to, that they were so glad that they could sit all day instead of teach in the district, how it was a cushy job, how they were tricking state inspectors during audits. Every day, during my lonely lunches when they all went off to, Idunno, Applebee’s? I loaded the previous day’s MP3s into my real phone and edit out the dead air and keep all the good stuff. I then emailed these as separate, dated files to my outside email address.
This whole time, I continued to grade as normal, and take my time doing my job CORRECTLY. I knew I was going to pull the trigger soon anyway, but the last straw came when my latest student finished her last credit (coincidentally, a math one that I graded thoroughly) and now had enough credits to graduate. Every time a student graduates, we’re supposed to blow party horns and give them a little congratulations trophy, and they’d get their diploma in the mail a week or two later. Students had the option of attending a schoolwide, formal graduation at the end of the school year in June if they had graduated anytime during that yeah from September onward. Most tended however to go right into the work force or to the local junior college or state school.
So, I blow my little party horn for this girl, and everyone in the classroom, students and teachers, claps enthusiastically. The girl’s mom and dad and little brother come that day to the classroom, and insisted on having a photo with me and they all gave me a big hug. Later, I reviewed the audio recordings of that day, and when the girl graduated, other teachers were saying I had “switched teams” and was into “eating rug.” They also said a lot of really mean things about her and her family, a lot of it totally racist (this family was Hispanic; all the teachers and admin, including me, are White).
It just so happened both the music teacher and computer guy were on campus that day. So, in true “Half Baked” fashion, at the end of the day when the classroom was empty of students and teachers had the last five minutes to close down their computers, I walked from teacher to teacher, purse and other small belongings in hand, saying “eff you, eff you, eff you, [pass by computer guy] “you’re cool, [pass by music lady] “you’re cool, eff you, eff you, eff you…”
I walk into the principal’s office while the other teachers are still in shock. She’s at her desk, and I know where her little buzzer button is beneath the desk (the computer guy told me about it because he was the one who installed it) and said, “I’m quitting. I don’t want to be part of your criminal school.” And just in case the buzzer was just a buzzer and not also a speaker, I pressed the PA button on her wall and said, “Ms OP is quitting today because you’re all a bunch of hateful, unprofessional, mean spirited A-holes, except Mr. Computer and Ms Music; you’re cool.”
I decided to finally take my darling Doug up on his offer for me to be a stay at home mom. And I’m cool with mother in law. She can stay.
Epilogue: I emailed our school district’s superintendent, our city’s mayor, state governor, the entire school board, and our local newspaper with all the files of photos, audio, and video I had taken, along with a terse, one-page summary of what had been going on.
Within weeks, every single one of the teachers and administrators, except the computer lab guy and music lady, who I made special effort to prove had participated in no wrongdoing) had been fired and had their credentials at least suspended, and in most cases revoked outright. Only innocent parties like custodial staff and the like emerged with their reputations unscathed. All of the teachers who worked at that school and had been named in the school board’s inquiry as having participated in fraudulent practices were blacklisted from teaching there, or anywhere.
After a few weeks of initial turmoil, all students currently enrolled at the school were, due to parental pressure, allowed to keep their existing credit completion status. Students who had already graduated did not have their diplomas rescinded. All students were given vouchers to enroll at the competing, independent charter school down the road.
My own, former school was shut down stayed abandoned for a couple of months, but eventually turned into an electronics store.
All the other stuff happened within a month of my quitting.
But I told my hubby about it on the very day I came home.
His eyes lit up like Christmas, and the raging justice boner he developed was so hard that I was knocked up with our second child even before my back hit the mattress.

Clayton and Sarah thought it was pretty LOL. I've since made new friends around town to go along with Computer gGuy and Music Lady and college friends, especially with other moms. Doug is killing it at work and is thinking of startin his own company.

Life is good.

TL;DR: Don’t eff with the quiet ones.
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2019.06.02 06:32 therecord1981 the unseen boy in class part 2 the final part

"Alright students please return back to your classrooms immediately," Mrs Thomas said again as they started to herd the students back to their respective classrooms. "Simon lets go back to class," I said while taking Simon by the arm and leading back to our classroom, he didn't utter a single word as we walked back to class. When we opened the door to our classroom all our classmates were already in their seats and Rachel was standing next to Mrs Thomas at the front of the classroom. "Sarah, Simon please come in and take a seat"
"wait, you're talking to us now," I said while trying to hold back my shock, Simon didn't say a word he just walked over to his desk and sat down. I walked over to my desk, I could hear my heartbeat speeding up with every step I took, everyone's eyes were following me as I made my way to my desk.
"Simon, Sarah on behalf of the class I would like to apologise for what you two have been through, especially you Sarah you joined this class with no idea what was happening and unlike Simon, you didn't agree to this" Rachel lowered her head and sighed.
Mrs Thomas put her hand on Rachels' shoulder "alright Sarah I'm assuming that Simon has updated you on the unique situation our class is in. Now it seems that Kelly climbed over the fence on the roof and jumped to her death however even though the deaths in our class are usually caused by an accident I don't think it's a leap to assume that Kelly's death wasn't a suicide. It seems like the charm didn't hold so I want you all to be careful going forward and hopefully, we can all finish this year without any more deaths".
The whole class was silent, all you could hear was the soft breathing from the class and the wind whistling through the partially opened window. I don't know how long we all sat there staring at Mrs Thomas, I think everyone had the same thought as me "I really don't want to be the next one to die". All students were sent home shortly after and were told that the school will be closed for the rest of the week.
I spent the rest of the week messaging my classmates, we mostly spoke about the situation with the class and them telling me how sorry they were for making me not exist. Other then that the rest of the week was uneventful, honestly, I spent the time hiding in my room trying to forget about everything that happened.
The school began again on Monday and I woke up as I did on most days, the sun temporary blinded me as it shone through the curtains and I could hear my parent’s downstairs having breakfast. I got dressed and had breakfast in a daze, I kept replaying the image of Kelly lying face down on the school steps. I think my parents knew that something was wrong, but they knew me well enough not to push the issue, I just wanted this week to be uneventful.
I don't remember the walk to school, I remember leaving the house and then I was sat at my desk, Mrs Thomas started to read the register. It was weird hearing Simon's name being read out loud in class, as he responded I saw he had a slight smile on his face. Mrs Thomas continued to read out the names, she suddenly stopped, and her eyes began darting around the classroom.
"Sam has anyone seen Sam" the class was silent as all the students began looking around the room. "Alright, class I guess Sam is off today" the classroom door slid open as Sam walked into the classroom carrying a navy-blue bag, he was like a man on a mission.
"sorry I'm late Mrs Thomas" Sam looked like he was focused but his words came out in no more than a whisper as he walked towards the front of the class.
"Its fine Sam, take your seat so I can finish the register" Sam continued walking to the front of the classroom. "Sam is everything alright," Mrs Thomas asked, I could see concern being to wash over her face. Sam was now at the front of the class standing in front of Mrs Thomas. I could see his mouth moving but he was so quiet that the sound didn't carry past the first row. I learned later that he said "Mrs Thomas, class, I'm sorry but this is too much, I can't be in this class or school any longer"
Before anyone was able to utter a single syllable or make any motion to stop him. Sam reached into the bag and pulled out a dirty and rusted saw and we all watched in disbelief as he pulled the saw up to his left arm and began slicing through his arm like butter. The room was almost completely quiet, all you could hear was the sound of the saw hitting the bone and the cracking sound that followed shortly after.
Then the class erupted into chaos, I sat there as Mrs Thomas ran up to Sam and tried to force the saw out of his hand, but it was too late. Between the saw and the motion of his arm swinging wildly as they struggled, caused what little muscle and skin that was holding his arm together to tear and with a wet splashing sound, his now severed arm landed in the pool of blood around his feet. What chills me every time the image of Sam slicing his own arm off comes crawling back into my mind, is the fact that he didn't make a sound, not even a groan.
By the time the paramedics arrived, it was too late, Sam had died due to bloodless before they even stepped foot on school grounds. The teachers held a meeting on the school playground, they ended up just rambling on about Sam's mental health and how this was some giant tragedy. I just kept thinking that so far there have been two deaths from our class and that there will be many more unless the unseen student is identified.
All the students were sent home for the week and I spent the time off sat in my bed obsessing over every little detail that could help me understand what was happening in class. By the time school started again I felt like I was no closer to figuring out which student in our class didn't belong. I arrived at school a little early, so I decided to head up to the roof to clear my head. On the door to the roof was some left-over police tape, the image of Kelly lying on the floor came back into my mind. I took a breath and pushed the door open.
I walked out onto the roof and it was like my worries floated off into the distance, carried away by the morning breeze. Even with everything going on, the roof was a peaceful carefree place to hide from your problems. "Hey Sarah, I thought I saw you head up here" I turned around and Simon was standing in the doorway, taking down the rest of the police tape. "hope you don't mind if I take this down do you, honestly I think we all remember that day without this being here"
Simon put the slightly ripped and yellow police tape in his bag, once he had finished, he walked over to me. "Morning Simon, I'm surprised you're here as early as me," I said while taking a seat on the bench.
"I couldn't sleep and I was driving myself crazy thinking about class so I thought id come in early and see if I could find anything that would help us" he bowed his head and sighed, he then took a seat next to me, I could tell without even asking him that he didn't have any new ideas either. We sat there in silence for what felt like minutes, but it was only seconds before he broke the silence.
"Sarah" he turned and looked at me "I honestly don't think we can get out of this"
Taking a closer look at him, I could see the bags under his eyes, I doubt he slept since Sam killed himself. "Come on Simon we will figure something out, maybe our classmates have some new ideas, lets head down to class" He didn't say anything, he just nodded and stood up. The walk down to the class was in complete silence, we saw other students walking to their class but even they didn't utter a sound.
We walked into class and Mrs Thomas was standing at the front of the classroom writing something on the chalkboard, we took our seats and after a couple of minutes, the bell rang. The class had started, however, there was only 5 of us in class, 6 if you included Mrs Thomas. Simon and I were at the back of the class and Rachel were at her desk at the front of the class, with Katie and Louise a row behind her. I put my hand up "Mrs Thomas, where is everyone else"
Mrs Thomas placed the chalk down and looked at each of us individually "A number of your classmates' parents have called in informing us that they won't be coming to school today, now normally this wouldn't be acceptable however with everything going on in this class the headmaster has let it slide. Now if any of you would like to go home, if you're not comfortable being here, then you have my permission to leave class today".
Everyone had the same expression on their faces, but no one got up, I think we knew that being at home wouldn't stop the curse from getting us, so we might as well be here. Mrs Thomas went through the register even though there was only 5 of us and then we carried on with our normal classes. During the second period Simon passed me over a note, I looked over to him and he was busy scribbling in his notebook, I gave a slight smile and thought "at least Simon is acting like normal"
His note said "Sarah, if our class has some kind of ghost or Spector which comes back as a different student every year or maybe its different ghost every time, do you think they would ever take a day off school" I dropped the note and stared at Simon, he was suggesting that one of the 5 students in the classroom right now, including us is the real unseen student. My gaze left Simon and I started staring at Rachel could she be the student who didn't belong. She always seemed so normal, maybe it was the twins, thoughts were beginning to circle my mind and I could feel myself getting dizzy.
"Sarah are you alright, you're looking very pale," Mrs Thomas said while walking over to my desk, I looked up at her, a bead of sweat dripped down my face and made a slight splash as it hit my desk. "Sarah maybe you should go to the nurse's office, Simon can you take her"
"Sure Mrs, come on Sarah" Simon stood up and put his arm on my shoulder, we left the classroom and Simon whispered in my ear "let's go to the roof". I didn't utter a word I just let him lead me out of the classroom. Once we were out on the roof for the second time today, Simon sat me down and began pacing back and forth. "I know it's crazy"
Before he was able to finish, I cut in "You really think the real unseen student is either Rachel or one of the twins, maybe you think it's me" He looked shocked that I interrupted him. "come on Simon, who do you think the unseen student is" I was getting more aggravated by the second.
"Look I know what you're thinking, it's obviously not you as you started part way through the year and it's not me as I've had days off school, as a guess I think it may be Rachel". He stopped pacing and stood there staring off into the distance. Then he continued "I doubt it's the twins as its never been more than one student before and Rachel as unlikely as it seems I think makes the most sense"
I stood up and walked over to the fence "so now that we know who it is, or at least think we know who it is, what do we do now" Simon put his hand on my shoulder and turned me to face him.
"I think we need to kill her" I sat or rather I fell down onto the bench, almost missing it.
"You want to kill Rachel, you can't be serious" Simon just stood there, his gaze still fixed out into the distance. "Simon answer me" my voice was getting louder the longer he just stood there, then finally he looked down at me and said.
"I don't want to kill her, I don't want to kill anyone and hopefully if she's the real unseen student then I won't be killing a person, I'll just be returning a ghost back to where it or she belongs". He took a seat next to me, now that he was closer, I could see the nervous sweat running down his forehead. I put my hand on him, he knew my feelings on this without me saying a thing we sat there in silence for a couple of minutes before I finally spoke.
"if we do this, we have to be 100% sure, how we will know if she's the unseen student because we can't just walk up to her and stab her or push her down some stairs"
"I know but I don't know what else to do, maybe start off by seeing if bleeds," Simon said as he stood up.
"So, you want to cut her, what if you're wrong"
"Well if I'm wrong then I guess students will keep dying until the year is over and our class graduates" he took a deep breath "I guess we could wait and see if she injures herself accidentally but I don't know how long that will take" I won't bore you with the details but we came to the decision of waiting and seeing if an opportunity presents its self to injure Rachel without causing her a lot of pain, honestly I hoped it was her, at least that way this nightmare will be over.
We headed back to class and explained to the teacher that I was feeling better and that I would like to finish the day. We had maths and then English by the time it got to lunchtime Simon and I was no closer to figuring this out. During art we hit some luck, Rachel was using a scalpel to cut out one of the templates she made for her painting and her hand slipped. I had been watching her the whole day and as soon as she slipped, I ran over to her "Rachel are you alright, you didn't cut yourself did you" I knew she had, I saw the scalpel catch her finger.
"Sarah I'm fine, I managed to pull my finger away before I caught it" she showed me her finger and there was no cut, she was the unseen student, I turned and saw Simon watching us and without exchanging words we both knew what this meant. The rest of the day we kept our distance from Rachel until the end of the day when we followed her out of school to see where she went.
Simon had even put his black and slightly stained jacket on, he even put his hood up. Which honestly, I think drew more attention to him, but we had never followed anyone before, so I didn't mention it. Rachel did what I expected her today after school, she walked around some clothing stores and then went and had coffee at a quiet looking café, by that point Simon and I was tired of following her around, so we called it a day.
I didn't sleep that night, I kept having the same dream, Simon and I had confronted Rachel about being the unseen student and as soon as we did her face shifted. It went from being Rachel to what looked like an Edvard Munch painting, it folded in on itself and her facial features disappeared so you couldn't tell it was ever the girl in the class I had grown to know. Then I woke up, I know it's a little disappointing but that's what happened every time I fell asleep.
Simon and I had decided to meet up early before school so we could work out what we were going to do about Rachel. In the end, we decided to confront her and see what her reaction is. Our class was still pretty much empty, but we had David in class making jokes and trying to raise people’s moods.
During the second period I passed Rachel a note which read as follows "Hey Rachel, Simon and I think we have information about the unseen student can you meet us above the stairs outside class so we can talk" Then I sat there, staring at the clock ticking down second by second until Mrs Thomas finally said "class dismissed".
"Alright, Simon, Sarah, what is it you two have figured out" Rachel looked kind of nervous as she spoke, I looked to my right and Simon was sweating buckets, I'm surprised he wasn't soaked.
"Rachel, we think the unseen student wouldn't be able to miss a day of school, that they would be obligated to come to class no matter what" Rachel looked at both of us in turn and then looked at the floor.
"So, you're saying that one of us who was in class yesterday is the unseen student" she stopped and looked at both of us. "you think it's me don't you" I'm grateful that Simon was there as I wasn't able to look Rachel in the eye.
"Rachel, I know it's crazy, but I doubt you would know if you were the unseen student, plus we both saw you cut yourself yesterday and there was no blood, there wasn't even a cut". Rachel took a couple of steps backwards; she was edging closer to the top of the stairs.
"I'm real, I know I'm real, yesterday I didn't cut myself, I have parents and a sister, and I went to schools before this, so if I'm dead how do you explain all that". She was getting more and more aggravated and took another step backwards.
Once again Simon was the one to speak up. "You could have died over the summer without anyone knowing and you didn't know you died so you've continued on like everything's normal" I felt useless, I just stood there with a plain look on my face watching Simon and Rachel arguing, it was getting more heated every second.
Rachel was getting closer and closer to the stairs before her heel was overhanging on the top step. "I am not dead when the school was closed after the accidents I didn't come to class" Simon took a step towards her.
"Unfortunately no one else was here either so there's no one to support your claim and your parents may be under the same memory problem as you" Simon took another step towards her but before his foot hit the floor Rachel slipped or maybe it was the curse or maybe she did it on purpose. Before I was able to think about what I was doing I had reached out, grabbed her hand and pulled us both backwards. As we sat there on the floor with Simon looking down at us, I noticed one of the twins, Katie I think as she was wearing her usual purple clothing, standing at the bottom of the stairs.
I looked up at Simon and then back down the stairs, Katie was gone. A couple of seconds later Mrs Thomas came up the stairs "Are you all alright, I heard a scream" Honestly, I didn't know if it was Rachel or me that screamed. "Sarah what happened" Mrs Thomas had made it to the top of the stairs and started helping Rachel and I up.
"Mrs what happened to Katie, I think I saw her at the bottom of the stairs," I said as I got to my feet. "I don't know, she probably went to go find me or another teacher, so what happened" Rachel then explained that we were talking, and she took a step backwards not realising how close to the edge she was and fell backwards before I caught her. "Well, I'm glad no one was hurt and that Sarah you were able to stop Rachel from getting injured, alright then everyone back to class" Simon grabbed my arm before we walked into class and whispered in my ear.
"Rachel was almost in an accident, do you know what this means, she isn't the unseen student" I ignored him and just walked into class and sat at my desk with only the thoughts of what we almost did to Rachel circling my mind. Simon tried to get my attention during our maths lesson, but I ignored him if it's not Rachel or Simon and I was pretty sure it wasn't me, then who was it. The only students left were Katie and Louise, but Simon said the unseen student has always been one student, not two.
While staring out of the class window, I started remembering the previous accidents and I didn't think much of it at the time, but Katie was always one of the first people there. I don't even remember her crying or getting upset over any of the deaths, but if Katies the unseen child then what about Louise. I'm pretty sure that when I saw Louise, she looked so sad especially after Sam died, I think she had a crush on him.
I turn my head back towards the front of the classroom, a cold shiver ran down my spine and sent a deep chill over my whole body. In the corner of my eye I noticed that Katie was staring at me, she was still facing the front of the classroom, but it felt like she was staring right at me. After class Mrs Thomas told us to take a half an hour break as all the teachers were called into an emergency meeting about the recent accidents. I watched Katie and Louise stand up from their desks and leave the room, "Simon, Rachel I think its Katie, Katie is the unseen student.
Simon turned on his chair to face me, while Rachel came over and sat at the empty desk in front of me. "So, you thought it was me and now Katie, seriously Sarah you need to stop," Rachel said while avoiding looking at me in the eyes.
"I hate to say it Sarah, but I agree with Rachel, we have no idea what to do even if we find the unseen student, hell the unseen student might not even be here today, we have no idea the rules for this" Simon also seemed to be avoiding eye contact with Rachel and I.
"Look I know this has been getting worst lately and that we are making things up as we go but think about it, really think about it". I stood up from the chair and went over to the window "We wouldn't think it would be one of the twins as its never been two students before however I think Katie is the only unseen student, she's always in the background and was one of the first people at Sam and Kelly's deaths" Rachel interrupted me "But she has a twin, surely if anyone in the class wasn't the unseen student it would be Katie and Louise" Simon didn't say anything he just pulled out his notebook and began writing.
"Simon, what's your opinion on this, do you think Katie could be the unseen student," I said while turning to face Simon. He stopped frantically writing in his book and said "Honestly at this point they are the only two who have always been here, Katie isn't someone we would usually suspect and like you said Sarah she's always been in the background, in fact, I think I know more about Louise then I do Sarah"
"Sarah, Simon so what do we do" we spent the remaining time on break putting all the information we knew about Katie and the history of the unseen student in the class, now it wasn't a lot however we came to an agreement. Things would only get worse if this continued and tomorrow everyone could be back and our chances of ending this would dramatically drop. The bell signalling the end of break rang and Mrs Thomas walked back into class, she was shortly followed by the twins. Then our plan went into motion, we had one lesson which was English and then the school would end, once class had started and Mrs Thomas was facing away from the class, I throwed a screwed-up piece of paper over to Katie. The note to Katie read as follows "we think we know how we can stop the deaths, meet me on the roof after class.
I then throwed a second note over to Louise which read "we think we know how to stop the deaths after class meet me by the front gate". The following hour went so slowly that I honestly though time had stopped, then the sound we were waiting for rang out, which made what we were about to do that much more real. We waited for Katie and Louise to leave the classroom before we followed Katie up to the roof, I felt bad that we lied to Louise, but we thought it would be better if she wasn't there.
The roof was cold and shortly before class finished it started raining, once the three of us walked out onto the roof it was like the world slipped away and the four of us were the only people for miles, I couldn't even hear any of the other students going home for the day. Katie was facing away from us "Hey Katie thank you for meeting us here" she didn't turn to face us but replied "so what is it you think you have figured out about the unseen student" The rain was getting harder now and it even started blurring my vision but for a brief moment it looked like I saw Katie's reflection in a raindrop.
Her face was partially transparent, and half her face looked disfigured like she had been in an accident, but her eyes were the brightest blue I have ever seen, it was like staring into the ocean before a storm. I took a step backwards; I didn't know if I was shaking because of nerves or due to the cold. "Katie, are you real?" She laughed, but not as you would expect, it was like she was giggling because of how ridiculous this was.
"Simon, Rachel you can't really believe that I'm the unseen student, what about my sister, do you suspect her as well. She turned to face us, I braced myself expecting to see the transparent and slight disfigured face, but she looked normal.
"Katie, you didn't answer our question, are you the unseen student," Simon said as he took a step forward and pulled out a scalpel from his back pocket"
"Simon, you're not planning on stabbing us with that are you" A cruel and sadistic smile formed on her face.
"Wait did you say us?" Rachel said and then immediately turned around, but it was too late, Rachels cry ringed out over the roof. I jumped to the side and turn to see Louise standing over a now hunched over Rachel, she was holding a kitchen knife. Rachel fell to the floor, her crimson blood began getting washed away from the rain, it was like a bridge connecting a nearby drain to Rachels now motionless body.
"Oh, how close you guys were, we should give you some credit honestly we didn't think anyone would figure out it was us or rather me that's the unseen student," Louise said while walking right past me and Simon and standing by Katie. They both started giggling and the giggling turned into full psychotic laughter as both their faces started to bend and warp in different directions. You know when you look at something too long without blinking and what you're looking at splits into to parts, well it was like that and then I blinked.
Standing in front of me was no longer two girls, Katie and Louise became one and now standing in front of me was a girl wearing a purple and pink dress with bright blue eyes. She stopped laughing, her eyes fixed on the scalpel that was held by Simon shaking hand "Simon, sweet Simon, put the scalpel down and I promise I'll make this quick, unfortunately as you figured out who the unseen student was the game is now over and I would like some company as I fade away"
Katie or Louise began walking towards Simon who was just standing there "Simon run, run away" I shouted at him but he didn't hear me, he was paralyzed in fear "Simon you have to run" thinking back I should have run but I couldn't leave Simon and Rachel especially if she was still alive. Katie or Sarah raised the kitchen knife and Simon fell backwards.
"You can't hurt me, that's not how this is meant to work," Simon said but his voice was quiet, and this just made her laugh.
"Simon, you have no idea how this works, although you are the first students to figure out an unseen students identity on purpose, so as your reward ill make this quick" At that moment it was like the rain stopped, Katie or Louise was standing there with the kitchen knife shinning through the rain which had continued to blur my vision. Before I could think about my own safety, I lunged at Katie tackling her to the ground. I burning pain started in my stomach and in seconds the pain was all over my body, I had knocked Katie to the floor but had been stabbed in the process.
I looked up and Simon was sat leaning over me, I tried to sit up, but the pain was too much "Sarah, Sarah doesn't try to move" I could see his eyes starting to water and then his tears were washed away with the rain. I turned my head to the left and Katie or whatever she really was, had hit her head in the fall and was lying motionless on the floor, her now glistening blue eyes staring at me. As her body started to disintegrate and as the rain hit her washing her ashes away, I thought I saw her smile at me.
"Sarah, Sarah stay with me, I'll go get some help" Simon stood up and I saw him run past me as he faded from my eye line, now you'll be happy to know that Rachel didn't die that day, the knife had missed her vital organs. If you’re thinking that as I'm telling you all this that I must have survived and I'm probably dating Simon or something along those lines. All I can say is it's a new year and it's my turn to play the game, who knows maybe this year I’ll win.
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2019.05.23 04:30 DivineSilverDingo I think my Game Master is killing off members of my tabletop group

I am an avid tabletop player. Since playing the D&D Fourth Edition Starter Set at a Boy Scout Troop lock in, I have been a huge fan of tabletop games. I am in several online groups and have played real life, but I don’t know if I’ll get to anymore after this last game.
Well, last semester of college, I didn’t have any games, so I put my info up at the local game store, and waited for someone looking for players. A few days later I got a call from someone looking for someone in his group. It was a campaign set in modern day utilizing World of Darkness system but homebrew lore and was about people living double lives, keeping people safe from monsters. Nice, awesome. My kinda shit.
I made my character a sort of Ada Wong meets Carl Kolchak type character: A femme fatale news reporter who theoretically is a crime reporter, but actually documents the Things That Go Bump in the Night for the San Francisco Chronicle.
Arriving at the house where the game was set to take place, I was instantly put off. There were no lights, like anywhere. This was not only a bit shady, but also kind of a safety issue, but I chalked it up to rural area with not much service + A home owner who just didn’t use porch lights. I just kinda shrugged it off and went inside.
Once inside, I met the rest of the group. Names changed here, just for privacy issues. There were Matt and Sarah, a couple in their 30’s who used this as a weekly date night to get away from their daughter at home. They played a couple in game too. Stormchasers who actually tracked monster killings across the US in a sort of Winchester Brothers-esque family tradition. There were Thomas and Robert, two roommates from my university who played a Doctor who used magic to treat his patients and a police detective who specialized in suspicious killings. Lastly, and most shocking to me, was Yuki. Now, Yuki was a girl I had a personal connection with. An international student from Japan, Yuki and I had been in several classes together, and I had been helping her with English. She was nice enough, and I don’t know what connection she had to the GM or how he found her, but it was nice to have someone I knew. She played a scientist who utilized magic in his work.
Now, the GM. Boy, where to start. First off, he was a stereotypical neck beard. Coat, fedora, unkempt, you know. But, he was nice enough at first thought. What was really weird were two things: He claimed to be an avid “Cthulhu Worshipper” which made me laugh a bit because Cthulhu is a creation of HP Lovecraft, and not a real entity, but I didn’t show it. He also had like, collections of occult stuff around the house. I just chalked it up to “Le Edgy Atheist” variety of neckbeard. He also was really bad at flirting with Yuki (a weeaboo Yamato Nadeshiko thing) and Sarah (who was married) and acted really homophobic, cracking jokes about killing gays and the mentally ill and such. What a classy gentleman. We all really should have quit much easier because no RP is better than bad RP, but, knowing what I know now, that would have been a bad idea.
The campaign was about our characters trying to fight a demon and various monsters while covering it up for society, but that’s not really important. Only the people are really important.
A few weeks into the game, Thomas and the GM got into a heated argument. Thomas was generally a laid back guy. A total bro, always ready with a joke or pop culture reference, so it was surprising to see him start arguing. It got really heated because of some obscure rule or another that the GM was ignoring. I don’t remember the details, but I remember Thomas storming out and texting the group that he would be going to his parents’ house next week.
He never arrived.
From what I know, the cops found Thomas’s car abandoned by the side of the road near a river after his parents filed a missing persons’ report. They never found a body, and suspect he committed suicide.
The group was pretty surprised, but we kept playing because those monsters wouldn’t fight themselves. Robert was the most effected, but didn’t want to back out of the game because he didn’t want to disappoint the rest of the group, or let us down.
About a month later, Matt came in and said that, due to a Daddy-Daughter Dance at their daughter’s school, he could not come in the next week, but that Sarah would be coming in his place.
Both Matt and their daughter had been killed by a drunk driver driving home from a pizza place that evening.
Now it’s down to Sarah (who’d become really reserved but still came because she relied on Robert, Yuki, and me for emotional support), Robert, Yuki, and I. But last week, I told the GM I wouldn’t be there next week due to a family obligation in another state.
He grinned at me through his yellow teeth. “Shame you’re gonna miss it. I had something great planned for your character arc.” He then laughed and patted me on the shoulder. “See you when you get back.”
I’m really posting this for posterity’s sake if I die next week. Just getting my story out there. I think he’s doing something that ends up killing those who don’t want to participate, no matter how temporary, and using that to make the personal connections we have stuck to the game.
I’m scared not only for myself, but for Yuki, Sarah, and Robert, being in a game with this Sicko.
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