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Cleaning out my closet so i can move
If you’d like to rob me at gun point instead of giving me your money, that works too. You’d be doing me a favor! Just send me your A/S/L, sexy
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THE HOLY GRAIL OF 10/30 MAGS
“_Mess With The Honk, You Get The Bonk_”
This is a 1/1. Yes its pinned but imagine defending yourself with this magazine…it’s guaranteed to only give kill shots. It actually increases your LARP Effectiveness by 200%.
$30
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North American Rescue Eagle IFAK (Basic)

• CAT Tourniquet
• Wound Packing Gauze
• Hyfin-Vent Chest Seal
• NAR ETD Dressing
• Free Medic Bag

$100
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Red Holosun AEMS (FUCKING SALTED)

• comes with the dumb stand thing

$100 SOLD
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Steele Industries NVG Case (No Foam)
$10
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Glock Lock Box (all include…except the glock…)
$20
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Salomon X Ultra 04
SIZE 9
Used these on a couple hikes and to go shooting back when I was a larping as Seal Team 6. good times. good mf condition too. Just take them idc.
$75
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Magpul 40rnd (buy this get the 30rnd free)
$15 SOLD
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Magpul 10/30
Stupid ass shitty ass California can give me a rim job. fuck these mags
$5 / each SOLD
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MORE STUFF TO COME

Seems this sub is in a FUD cycle right now (as I can see people downvoting this post), so I figured this would be good to explain that these SPNs are GOOD thing.
"SPNs" or private blockchains are nothing new in crypto. It's just that Hedera never had the option for one, which is arguably an oversight.
The best example of this is Enterprise Ethereum. These are custom, purpose built networks that use the Ethereum codebase. Ethereum has had decent success getting companies to adopt this tech. The idea was that they would plug into the public layer at a later date. We all know how this went. Ethereum cannot scale and isn't priced to scale. Hedera is doing this in reverse. They've had success selling the public DLT, but never had a private option. Switching to open source was part of this so you could use the Hedera codebase to build - but it looks like Swirlds will be the one to finally implement.
https://ethereum.org/en/enterprise/private-ethereum/
https://101blockchains.com/enterprise-ethereum/
There is also Hyperledger Fabric and Corda private blockchains - these have HCS plug ins for a reason. Leemon talked about Public/Private hybrids since the early days. So SPNs are competitive not with any public DLTs, but Enterprise Ethereum, Hyperledger Fabric and Corda. Hedera being the native public layer is a huge competitive advantage.
Now with an option for private networks with a Hedera codebase, companies will be locked into the Hedera ecosystem with native HCS/HTS compatibility. If Swirlds is successful at getting widespread adoption of Hedera SPNs, you are cementing the Hedera protocol as the defacto worldwide ledger tech. Ethereum certainly thought this was a good strategy - but they just couldn't deliver on a usable public layer, especially for enterprise needs.
These SPNs are private blockchains.
Private blockchains have never been in competition with public DLT.
This is a really old topic in crypto. Private networks simply do not offer what public DLTs do.
https://www.investopedia.com/news/public-private-permissioned-blockchains-compared/
The entire vision of Hedera's public DLT is to provide a third party verified, ABFT secure, shared state of truth - a "shared world". This fully transparent, shared world can be viewed and interacted with by anyone with an internet connection. This utility is completely different from a private network.
If you want a fully transparent, real-time auditable system, it will be attractive to you. For enterprise - think about this is an "audit layer". Atma, The Coupon Bureau, Hyundai/Kia - they want these transactions on mainnet because that's the point - real-time transparency for regulators, auditors, etc. If these were on private permissioned databases - you'd need to be granted access and trust what you're seeing. Auditors don't trust, they'd have to verify - and public DLT is trustless. That's the point of this. Micropayments, CBDC benefit from an ultra secure state of truth that everyone can see at anytime. The distributed leaderless computing of public DLT means that the database won't go down and can't be compromised.
So anyway, if you're investing in public DLT as the future - all of the above is crucial to understand. This all rides on - will public DLT be adopted? That's the risk here and this is of course not guaranteed. But private blockchains do not factor into making this less likely - they have always been part of the stack and vision.

I posted this elsewhere, but wanted to put it here just in case anyone is considering letting their narc parents babysit their kids. Skip to the end for the real fun stuff!
My narcissistic mom and dad are educators, literally professional caregivers for children. Here are some things they did to me and my children before I finally went no contact with them:

• Did absolutely no baby proofing but still expected us to let our toddlers stay with them. When asked to baby proof, did so in a totally, almost aggressively insufficient way. (Gates that did not span the area meant to keep the baby in, door locks not installed properly, etc.) Acted very hurt when we told them this was insufficient and didn't let the kids stay with them.
  
• When the kids got older and we did finally let them stay over because we thought it was safe enough (barely), my dad exclaimed after one visit how happy they were that our three year old "only got out the front door twice!" Apparently he expected praise for this.
  
• Let the children go unattended near their pool. We only know this happened because the older one fell in and managed to get himself out. My mother denied this happened. The older one heard her deny it and responded, "Well then why was I wet??" Why indeed.
  
• Left my father's guns unlocked in a closet near where one of the kids slept. When we learned of this and told them to correct it, they did, we think? In any case, they then made a big deal out of how wonderful they were for then locking up the guns properly. (But why were they left unlocked before???)
  
• My mom called us once while the kids were over there and my wife and I were on vacation. She launched right into, screaming at us, angry at us and our older kid, because she couldn't figure out how to get him onto a Zoom school event. This had understandably upset the older kid (he was 7), and his emotions were unacceptable to her. She screamed at us about how she certainly didn't raise her children to act with such total lack of respect! So, basically, she was screaming at us for our child's failure to control his emotions around her. While totally failing to control her own emotions.
  
• Got in a car accident with the children in the car and didn't tell us about it. We learned about it, separately, from the kids instead. They were young then and apparently my parents thought the kids wouldn't be able to remember this or communicate what happened, but they could and did.
  
• Whenever we tried to address any of these really dangerous situations with them, went 100% DARVO mode. Furious denial, attacking us for our supposed, unrelated parental shortcomings, made themselves the objects of pity for being subject to such unfair and cruel attacks, etc. It got to the point where we didn't even bring up moderately terrible things that happened because it wasn't worth the emotional toll.
  
• For example, I almost didn't bring up to my mom the fact that one of the kids came home with lice (probably although not definitely contracted during their stay there). When I did, gently and factually, without blame, I experienced the most extreme DARVO, over the top screaming reaction from her I'd ever received. It was honestly really scary. She tried to discuss this episode with me again weeks later in the context of how I could improve my communication with her - because this was so obviously hurtful to her and I was so clearly in the wrong.
  
• Reported us to CPS. We don't know for certain that it was my mother (it was an anonymous report), but the circumstantial evidence and the content of the report are pretty damning (to her, not us). It was full of information only she would have known and it used some of weird little pet phrases. The report was also made during one of the kids' stays at my parents', and my mother had a weird excuse for why she needed to keep the kids a day longer. The initial visit from CPS, sure enough, happened while the kids were still with my parents.
  

-The CPS folks seemed to know it was a b.s. report and treated it as such, but it was still the scariest thing I've ever had to go through in my life. When I eventually told my mom about the report, which I had to do since they wanted to talk to her, she immediately jumped to the conclusion that they had taken the children away. She sounded oddly excited about this prospect.

• She then, a few days later, got me on the phone with my dad for a long conversation about how I wasn't meeting their needs in my relationship with them. How I had been distant (i.e., grey rocking them, which of course I had). This was while the investigation was still pending and CPS hasn't yet talked to them. So that's right! My own parents used their cooperation in an investigation that could result in me losing my children, as leverage to get what they wanted from me. I'd never felt so betrayed in my life - because I have never been so betrayed in my life. It's the worst thing anyone has ever done to me, and all because my mother didn't feel like she had sufficient control over me and wasn't getting enough narc supply.

So, these are the types of things you have to look forward to when you let your narcissistic parent(s) take care of your child. I'll let you all decide whether going through this is worth the "free" child care and meeting the all important societal expectation that children have a relationship with their grandparents...

Both Democrats and Republicans overwhelmingly support laws prohibiting felons from peacefully possessing firearms for personal defense, but this position seems unreasonable for a variety of reasons:

1. Felons prohibited from possessing firearms can acquire them anyway through the black market just like people acquire illegal drugs through the black market. Therefore, the felon gun ban is ineffective at anything but preventing felons who are trying to obey laws from owning firearms. And the population of felons who are trying to obey laws are obviously not a public safety concern generally speaking, and thus should have all of their rights restored upon release from prison.
2. If someone is considered to be dangerous to society, they should be locked up... not released with restrictions on their 2nd Amendment rights, because people who are dangerous (who want to commit violent crimes) can simply use other widely available weapons to kill their victim other than firearms, or again just purchase illegal firearms from the black market.
3. The felon gun ban disproportionately denies 2nd Amendment rights to people of color.
4. Many felons are not actually violent criminals and never committed a violent crime. The book "Three Felonies A Day" explains how millions of Americans with no criminal intent unknowingly commit non-violent felonies on a regular basis. These people are no more violent or dangerous than ordinary Americans, so there is not much justification in taking away their Constitutional rights such as the 2nd Amendment after they are released from jail.
5. The "War on Drugs" has turned a sizable percentage of racial minorities in the USA into "felons" for non-violent "crimes" without a victim.
6. Laws prohibiting the non-violent possession of ordinary widely available objects are tailor-made for a police state, as we see with the way police sometimes use these types of laws to plant evidence (usually drugs, admittedly -- but potentially other things as well) on innocent people and abuse their power to destroy people's lives.
7. Restoring all Constitutional rights is seen as a step toward full reintegration into society for a rehabilitated individual.
8. Felons have as much of a need as anyone else to own a firearm for personal defense. This is presumably especially true in the case of felons because they often have limited job opportunities and are thus more likely to live in more dangerous neighborhoods.
9. Various studies have shown that there is not much of a relationship between the prohibition of firearms ownership by felons and reductions in violent crime:
   • "The Impact of Gun Control and Gun Ownership Levels on Violence Rates" by Jeffrey A. Miron (2001). Published in the Journal of Law and Economics 44(S2), 615-640.
   • Wellford, C.F., Pepper, J.V., & Petrie, C.V. (Eds.). 2004). Firearms and Violence: A Critical Review. National Academies Press.
   • Marlow, M.L. (1995). Effects of Gun Laws on Violent Crime. Journal of Economics and Business, 47(4), 367-381.
   • Duggan, M., Hjalmarsson, R., & Jacob, B.A. (2006). Guns, Violence, and the Efficiency of Illegal Markets. National Bureau of Economic Research.
10. From a Constitutional Purist perspective, the 2nd Amendment guarantees teh right to own and carry firearms for all citizens, and any restrictions should be carefully scrutinized and narrowly applied. A blanket prohibition on all felons regardless of the specific nature of their crime fails that test.

Therefore, the prohibition on firearms ownership by felons is unreasonable and should be repealed.

Past couple weeks, I’ve sobered up and realized I don’t even like my Ltr very much and I don’t like how I am around her.
Got a “not feeling well rejection” on Tuesday b/c she wanted to rest up for Wednesday. I said I wasn’t coming home Wednesday, she said Thursday. I pushed it to a hard no and ended up talking about how cuddles aren’t free.
On Wednesday, I had a long dinner with a buddy who went through a rough divorce. After, I grabbed a hotel room solo to clear my head and grenade in some dread.
I’ve done this before to fight insomnia and it has gone unnoticed. This time, I was getting really early worried texts. I was at the gym, got ambushed when I got home at 6:15am Thursday am. Didn’t answer first round, stfu. Got ready for work, said I had a project I was excited about, we’d meet at dinner for the planned couple date Thursday night. Ltr didn’t want to go, I said I’ll be at the restaurant at 6 either way and left for work.
Got understandably stood up for dinner, came home late Thursday, left early Friday am for work.
Ltr bro/sis/fam/cousins in town Friday night. I decide to go out instead of come home for family night at our house. We had no contact for 48 hrs and I felt like I needed to stay in my frame. While out, I get 2 soft positive interactions, 2 blow out rejections, and one angry MMA fighter threatening me as his wife is profusely apologizing to me for his behavior (she was touching my leg). Different story.
Come home late again, go in to work Saturday to nail project stuff down. Mountain biking Saturday afternoon with friends then home to shower. We have dinner plans that night with Ltr siblings, just 6 adults. Sister in law asks if I’m coming to dinner, I say yes. Go to shower, Ltr locked bathroom wouldn’t let me in. Leaves without talking. She looks hot.
Basically 96 hours of no contact either way. I suspect everyone knows what’s up best Ltr took find iPhone notifications off. I’m sure one of the sisters taught that trick.
I’m impressed with her frame and it tells me a little more about how far lost I am. Expected some outreach in a day or two but she’s hunkered down.
This was probably weak, but I realized I miscalculated. All the kids were gone, her sister and sister in law are in town, she turns location off, she can revenge sex pretty easy here.
I’m fine if it happens, I caused it, and it’s a boundary. So that’s it- two decades of marriage over. But I didn’t want to leave it totally to chance and just texted “Going to cabin, I didn’t do anything wrong.”
I know I caved. My hope was that I’d give enough time for Ltr to think and talk over with her sisters that they’d be good for the night and not force the boundary.
So now I’m holed up for at least a day or two. Travel later this week anyways. Stfu, lift, boat, read (stoic), and divorce prep from the sidebar.
In my mind, I want to initiate the discussion for how it’s over and start cancelling summer plans, but I know this is validation seeking to get a reaction and attention.
Seems like the best course of action is radio silence. When I need to come back to the house, go back and do what I need to. It’s my house. Have whatever conversation comes up after she reaches out.
When that happens, the speech I have is: “We just lost all trust. I’ve financed you going out twice a week for a decade and never questioned it. I gave you implicit trust. I go out two times, and you question me. It seems unbalanced.
The one time I did question you, you were out until 2am and stumbling in the closet. That’s not the way I want the mother of my children to behave. I told you the boundary, I told you the consequences, I told you it would mean other people. You apologized, then went and did it again. You threw it in my face. At the same time, you started talking about nip ticks out of nowhere. You went off birth control without talking to me. You told me I was unattractive.
I bought books for us to go through that you don’t want to read. I bought card games that you don’t want to play. I plan yoga and tennis and you can’t find time in the schedule. I plan getaways to Savannah and Charleston and you don’t have time in the schedule.
You roll away from me in bed, I’ve been sleeping on the couch for a year, you just hard no’d me and turned off iPhone after I went out two times.
What did you expect was going to happen?”
I guess my ask mrp is does that sound like the best course of action?

I can't go back to sleep after this dream. My partner big N ( 30) myself (29) pregnant and our 9 year old jr (9) at my mom house . Big size home and a lot of land with trees a fire pit and a pool. It's starts getting dark out with in minutes. We decided it's time to call it a night n head to bed. But jr wasn't around. I'm calling for him n looking for him. He was just right next to us. The fog starts to come in. I start panicking. N runs the yard n jr come in quite and scared. Where's your dad . He doesn't speak n points.points out to the yard. Beyond the fire pit n fog. I tell him to go to his grandparents room n wake them n get their guns . I open the back door again and scream out his name. I see him running scared towards me and 3 figures following him from behind. He can't see and hits the wall out side the door. I pull him inside locking the doors . He can't get his words out right . He's scared of what he just saw . I was screaming so load my folks came down gun in hands saying they saw on the cameras. N n jr stare at each other when the door starts to unlock by itself.
I work up screaming scared. It's dark in my room n I see a red dot in my closet. (We sleep in the basement, so when I mean it's dark, it's dark) probably for ten minutes I've lay here still not making a sound processing everything that happens and trying to put together why it felt so real and why I am still so scared.
The second I try to shut my eyes n convince myself that it was just a dream a loud hard knocking like someone hitting on my open door kept doing. I scream. N jump up n said he hears it to. He goes to look but nothing is there. By the time he comes back into bed the red dot in the closet is gone.
I don't feel right.

I feel guilty for even reaching out for advice but I feel like im drowning and I just want to understand myself. a little about me I’m the oldest of 3. My mother and my father divorced when I was around 8 years old and ever since then I feel like I’ve just been crumbling. Since the divorce my mom always shut herself in her room and left me to take care of my two sisters. I would cook and clean up after them at 8 years old and try and stay on top of my schoolwork while also grieving the loss of my daddy (who is still alive). I would constantly get into trouble and there were times where my mother was extremely violent with me and even locked me in closets for hours.
My sister didn’t make it any better and were constantly complaining to my mom that I was bullying them which would get me punished even more. My father eventually remarried but his wife I feel has ostracized me from him but telling him I had cussed her out and I didn’t but he believed her. My mother tells my family I’m disrespectful and that I fight her when I do not. My siblings are hell. One has a learning delay and is dating a 30 yr old (she’s 19) and she’s actually the one to fight my mother and I mean rip into her. My other sibling just acts bad at school. I feel like I can’t do right even though I stay on top of my studies and even live on my own. My siblings get big Christmas’ and family gatherings and all I get is $100-$200 since I’m not allowed at family gatherings.
I’ve had a boyfriend for 4 years but he left for a 36 yr old woman with 5 kids that don’t belong to him and he completely ruined our life plans. I was pregnant at that time and ended up losing my baby due to grief.
I just feel so alone and I isolate myself bc I’m afraid of being hurt and I crave human connection. I have spoken to a therapist who says I just need to get out there and introduce myself. I’m scared. I need help. What can I do?

This ‘allegedly’ True Mysterious Haunted Home story was written & emailed to me. It will also be available on my YouTube and TikTok channels tomorrow for viewing if you wish to watch it in storytelling/video format. You may not use this story. Please do not ask me. Thank you. Enjoy. 💀

 The Basement Boogie Man Story by Bryan M. 

I was home alone one night playing video games in my living room when I heard noises coming from downstairs in the basement.
My parents went out for the night with some of their friends for dinner and I had the entire house to myself. And it felt refreshing to finally have some alone time and play video games on our big screen Plasma TV.
We had a 50 inch Pioneer High definition Plasma and I remember being so excited about playing Halo 2 all night on this thing online with my friends.
After playing for an hour, I thought I heard and felt movement coming from down below me in the basement.
I muted my headphones and listened out but heard nothing. So I continued playing…
Two hours went by when I heard and felt the same movement below me again, so I muted my headset once more and listened a little closer. This time it was louder and it felt like something actually hit the basement ceiling below me.
I told my friends to hang on a second then I walked to the entrance door leading to the basement.
There’s also a side door entrance that leads to the basement from outside of my house, which is about 7 steps down from the hallway entrance door that leads to the basement, and it was open.
Not much. But enough to seem as if someone let themselves in and didn’t shut it all the way.
I slowly walked down the steps and shut the side door and locked it. I was seriously freaked out and scared. I mean, there was no one home except me. And I lived in a good neighborhood. Nothing bad ever happened around here.
Curiosity got the better of me so I figured I'd check out the basement. I flicked the lights on and everything seemed fine just as it should be.
But we have a storage room tucked away at the end of the basement hall, and I couldn't resist making sure everything was in order in there too.
I literally tip-toed towards the storage room and I could feel my heart racing.
I grabbed my trusty old aluminum baseball bat I had stashed beside our mountain bikes and gripped onto that thing ready to swing for the bleachers if anyone came charging out of that storage room.
As I moved closer to the storage room door I could feel my hands beginning to get clammy. And what felt like an hour was only a few minutes when I stopped and just stared at the door.
The fear and sheer anxiety was holding me back from opening that door.
But I had to find out what made those noises.
I reached for the door knob and turned it and pushed the door open with my bat. And as soon the door was half way open, someone kicked the door shut and growled at me like an animal.
I fell on my ass but got right back up and never ran so fast in my life. I ran and tripped up the basement steps but made it back safely into my house, locked the door, and told my friends I had an intruder in the basement and that I had to call the cops.
I dropped my headset and I could hear my friends voices saying “what the fuck and holy shit are you serious?” as I ran to grab my cell phone to dial 911.
While I’m on the phone with the 911 operator, I could hear pounding on the basement ceiling coming from down below me. I shouted to the 911 operator that someone broke into my house and was in my basement storage room.
The operator was asking me question after question, but I was so frightened I couldn’t answer any of them and just kept telling her to please send help because there’s someone in my basement.
“Someone broke into my house, please help!”
She told me to calm down and find a place to hide and told me help was on the way.
So I hid in my bedroom closet…
My breath was bouncing off of the telephone and hitting me back in the face from how fast I was breathing.
The operator asked me for my name again and now I told her. She asked me my age, where my parents were and I told her. She asked if anyone else was in the house besides me and I said “no it’s just me.”
She asked me if there was any way she could get in touch with my parents so I gave her both of their cell numbers. She told me not to hang up and to stay on the phone with her no matter what. She told me I was doing fine and that everything would be fine, that there were 2 police units heading to my house and they would be there any second.
And then the pounding on the basement ceiling started up again!
And this time the pounding was so loud it sounded like a demolition team was rearranging my entire basement!
The operator asked me what was going on and if I was okay? She asked me “what was that noise?
And I told her whoever is downstairs is banging on the basement ceiling and won’t stop. She told me to hold tight and that the police had arrived and were outside in front of my house. She asked me if there was any way the police could enter my house without breaking down any doors.
I told her I didn’t want to leave the closet. I told her I was very scared and that I didn’t want to go anywhere.
She told me not to worry as the banging from the basement was somehow now coming from underneath my bedroom closet.
I shouted “Please help me! The banging is underneath me!
And then I heard my side door getting kicked in from the police. I ran out of my closet and ran to the back door and heard the police yelling out commands as they walked down the basement steps.
The banging kept increasing as they shouted “make yourself known.
The operator told me to stay put so that’s what l did as the police continued giving out commands without getting any answers from anyone.
I heard a door getting kicked in assuming it was the storage room door, but then I heard them say to each other “there’s no one here it’s all clear.”
The cops searched the entire house and found no one.
It couldn’t be possible…
I kept telling them that there had to have been someone here. That someone had to have been in my basement. I told them that the side door was slightly open like someone came in and forgot to shut it but that we always kept that side door locked. That I opened the storage room door and someone kicked the door shut and then growled at me. That there was banging on the basement ceiling.
They tried using the excuse of me being a kid with an over amplified imagination.
So what the fuck was all that banging that I heard? The cops heard it. The operator heard it.
This couldn’t have been playing out in everyone’s imaginations.
The police took down notes of what I heard and saw and then my parents got home. And right before my parents walked through the now broken side door, the cops were laughing with each other and one of them even said “maybe his house is haunted?”
Well, if that was the case, then, why didn’t anything ever happen again?
I was 17 years old when that crazy night happened. And I lived at my parents house until I was 23 before getting my own place. I’m going on 37 and nothing ever happened again at my parents house.
Believe me, I’ve asked them…
And even stayed there some nights throughout the years on the weekends waiting for something to happen again.
They’re going on vacation next month for their 40th wedding anniversary.
And I’ve given this a lot of thought. Many years and nights of endless thought.
So much so that it kind of consumed me.
My friends that were playing Halo with me that night? They heard everything through their headsets and we’ve talked about this for a long time together, too.
Next month when my parents leave, we plan on doing a Oujia board session in the basement storage room.
I need to know if that house is really haunted or not…
💀
Hope you enjoyed this creepy ‘allegedly’ True, Mysterious Haunted House Story. Again, please don’t ask me to use this. It is for reading and viewing (if you wish on my YouTube channel tomorrow night) purposes only. Thanks you for understanding. If you have your own creepy True story you’d like told in video format, let me know. Every story I create I turn into a single Horror Short. So, you’ll have your own video to watch the Horror unfold. Long, Short. It doesn’t matter. As long as it can be up to 8 minutes long in video.
Thanks again. Stay Sinister.
👻

There was pounding on the basement ceiling!
This ‘allegedly’ True Mysterious Haunted Home story was written & emailed to me. You may not use this story. Please do not ask me. Thank you. Enjoy. 💀

 The Basement Boogie Man Story by Bryan M. 

I was home alone one night playing video games in my living room when I heard noises coming from downstairs in the basement.
My parents went out for the night with some of their friends for dinner and I had the entire house to myself. And it felt refreshing to finally have some alone time and play video games on our big screen Plasma TV.
We had a 50 inch Pioneer High definition Plasma and I remember being so excited about playing Halo 2 all night on this thing online with my friends.
After playing for an hour, I thought I heard and felt movement coming from down below me in the basement.
I muted my headphones and listened out but heard nothing. So I continued playing…
Two hours went by when I heard and felt the same movement below me again, so I muted my headset once more and listened a little closer. This time it was louder and it felt like something actually hit the basement ceiling below me.
I told my friends to hang on a second then I walked to the entrance door leading to the basement.
There’s also a side door entrance that leads to the basement from outside of my house, which is about 7 steps down from the hallway entrance door that leads to the basement, and it was open.
Not much. But enough to seem as if someone let themselves in and didn’t shut it all the way.
I slowly walked down the steps and shut the side door and locked it. I was seriously freaked out and scared. I mean, there was no one home except me. And I lived in a good neighborhood. Nothing bad ever happened around here.
Curiosity got the better of me so I figured I'd check out the basement. I flicked the lights on and everything seemed fine just as it should be.
But we have a storage room tucked away at the end of the basement hall, and I couldn't resist making sure everything was in order in there too.
I literally tip-toed towards the storage room and I could feel my heart racing.
I grabbed my trusty old aluminum baseball bat I had stashed beside our mountain bikes and gripped onto that thing ready to swing for the bleachers if anyone came charging out of that storage room.
As I moved closer to the storage room door I could feel my hands beginning to get clammy. And what felt like an hour was only a few minutes when I stopped and just stared at the door.
The fear and sheer anxiety was holding me back from opening that door.
But I had to find out what made those noises.
I reached for the door knob and turned it and pushed the door open with my bat. And as soon the door was half way open, someone kicked the door shut and growled at me like an animal.
I fell on my ass but got right back up and never ran so fast in my life. I ran and tripped up the basement steps but made it back safely into my house, locked the door, and told my friends I had an intruder in the basement and that I had to call the cops.
I dropped my headset and I could hear my friends voices saying “what the fuck and holy shit are you serious?” as I ran to grab my cell phone to dial 911.
While I’m on the phone with the 911 operator, I could hear pounding on the basement ceiling coming from down below me. I shouted to the 911 operator that someone broke into my house and was in my basement storage room.
The operator was asking me question after question, but I was so frightened I couldn’t answer any of them and just kept telling her to please send help because there’s someone in my basement.
“Someone broke into my house, please help!”
She told me to calm down and find a place to hide and told me help was on the way.
So I hid in my bedroom closet…
My breath was bouncing off of the telephone and hitting me back in the face from how fast I was breathing.
The operator asked me for my name again and now I told her. She asked me my age, where my parents were and I told her. She asked if anyone else was in the house besides me and I said “no it’s just me.”
She asked me if there was any way she could get in touch with my parents so I gave her both of their cell numbers. She told me not to hang up and to stay on the phone with her no matter what. She told me I was doing fine and that everything would be fine, that there were 2 police units heading to my house and they would be there any second.
And then the pounding on the basement ceiling started up again!
And this time the pounding was so loud it sounded like a demolition team was rearranging my entire basement!
The operator asked me what was going on and if I was okay? She asked me “what was that noise?
And I told her whoever is downstairs is banging on the basement ceiling and won’t stop. She told me to hold tight and that the police had arrived and were outside in front of my house. She asked me if there was any way the police could enter my house without breaking down any doors.
I told her I didn’t want to leave the closet. I told her I was very scared and that I didn’t want to go anywhere.
She told me not to worry as the banging from the basement was somehow now coming from underneath my bedroom closet.
I shouted “Please help me! The banging is underneath me!
And then I heard my side door getting kicked in from the police. I ran out of my closet and ran to the back door and heard the police yelling out commands as they walked down the basement steps.
The banging kept increasing as they shouted “make yourself known.
The operator told me to stay put so that’s what l did as the police continued giving out commands without getting any answers from anyone.
I heard a door getting kicked in assuming it was the storage room door, but then I heard them say to each other “there’s no one here it’s all clear.”
The cops searched the entire house and found no one.
It couldn’t be possible…
I kept telling them that there had to have been someone here. That someone had to have been in my basement. I told them that the side door was slightly open like someone came in and forgot to shut it but that we always kept that side door locked. That I opened the storage room door and someone kicked the door shut and then growled at me. That there was banging on the basement ceiling.
They tried using the excuse of me being a kid with an over amplified imagination.
So what the fuck was all that banging that I heard? The cops heard it. The operator heard it.
This couldn’t have been playing out in everyone’s imaginations.
The police took down notes of what I heard and saw and then my parents got home. And right before my parents walked through the now broken side door, the cops were laughing with each other and one of them even said “maybe his house is haunted?”
Well, if that was the case, then, why didn’t anything ever happen again?
I was 17 years old when that crazy night happened. And I lived at my parents house until I was 23 before getting my own place. I’m going on 37 and nothing ever happened again at my parents house.
Believe me, I’ve asked them…
And even stayed there some nights throughout the years on the weekends waiting for something to happen again.
They’re going on vacation next month for their 40th wedding anniversary.
And I’ve given this a lot of thought. Many years and nights of endless thought.
So much so that it kind of consumed me.
My friends that were playing Halo with me that night? They heard everything through their headsets and we’ve talked about this for a long time together, too.
Next month when my parents leave, we plan on doing a Oujia board session in the basement storage room.
I need to know if that house is really haunted or not…
💀
Hope you enjoyed this creepy ‘allegedly’ True, Mysterious Haunted House Story. Again, please don’t ask me to use this. It is for reading purposes only. Thanks you for understanding. If you have your own creepy True story you’d like told in video format, let me know. Every story I create I turn into a single Horror Short. So, you’ll have your own video to watch the Horror unfold. Long, Short. It doesn’t matter. As long as it can be up to 8 minutes long in video.
Thanks again. Stay Sinister.
👻

This ‘allegedly’ True Mysterious Haunted Home story was written & emailed to me. It will also be available on my YouTube and TikTok channels tomorrow for viewing if you wish to watch it in storytelling/video format. You may not use this story. Please do not ask me. Thank you. Enjoy. 💀

 The Basement Boogie Man Story by Bryan M. 

I was home alone one night playing video games in my living room when I heard noises coming from downstairs in the basement.
My parents went out for the night with some of their friends for dinner and I had the entire house to myself. And it felt refreshing to finally have some alone time and play video games on our big screen Plasma TV.
We had a 50 inch Pioneer High definition Plasma and I remember being so excited about playing Halo 2 all night on this thing online with my friends.
After playing for an hour, I thought I heard and felt movement coming from down below me in the basement.
I muted my headphones and listened out but heard nothing. So I continued playing…
Two hours went by when I heard and felt the same movement below me again, so I muted my headset once more and listened a little closer. This time it was louder and it felt like something actually hit the basement ceiling below me.
I told my friends to hang on a second then I walked to the entrance door leading to the basement.
There’s also a side door entrance that leads to the basement from outside of my house, which is about 7 steps down from the hallway entrance door that leads to the basement, and it was open.
Not much. But enough to seem as if someone let themselves in and didn’t shut it all the way.
I slowly walked down the steps and shut the side door and locked it. I was seriously freaked out and scared. I mean, there was no one home except me. And I lived in a good neighborhood. Nothing bad ever happened around here.
Curiosity got the better of me so I figured I'd check out the basement. I flicked the lights on and everything seemed fine just as it should be.
But we have a storage room tucked away at the end of the basement hall, and I couldn't resist making sure everything was in order in there too.
I literally tip-toed towards the storage room and I could feel my heart racing.
I grabbed my trusty old aluminum baseball bat I had stashed beside our mountain bikes and gripped onto that thing ready to swing for the bleachers if anyone came charging out of that storage room.
As I moved closer to the storage room door I could feel my hands beginning to get clammy. And what felt like an hour was only a few minutes when I stopped and just stared at the door.
The fear and sheer anxiety was holding me back from opening that door.
But I had to find out what made those noises.
I reached for the door knob and turned it and pushed the door open with my bat. And as soon the door was half way open, someone kicked the door shut and growled at me like an animal.
I fell on my ass but got right back up and never ran so fast in my life. I ran and tripped up the basement steps but made it back safely into my house, locked the door, and told my friends I had an intruder in the basement and that I had to call the cops.
I dropped my headset and I could hear my friends voices saying “what the fuck and holy shit are you serious?” as I ran to grab my cell phone to dial 911.
While I’m on the phone with the 911 operator, I could hear pounding on the basement ceiling coming from down below me. I shouted to the 911 operator that someone broke into my house and was in my basement storage room.
The operator was asking me question after question, but I was so frightened I couldn’t answer any of them and just kept telling her to please send help because there’s someone in my basement.
“Someone broke into my house, please help!”
She told me to calm down and find a place to hide and told me help was on the way.
So I hid in my bedroom closet…
My breath was bouncing off of the telephone and hitting me back in the face from how fast I was breathing.
The operator asked me for my name again and now I told her. She asked me my age, where my parents were and I told her. She asked if anyone else was in the house besides me and I said “no it’s just me.”
She asked me if there was any way she could get in touch with my parents so I gave her both of their cell numbers. She told me not to hang up and to stay on the phone with her no matter what. She told me I was doing fine and that everything would be fine, that there were 2 police units heading to my house and they would be there any second.
And then the pounding on the basement ceiling started up again!
And this time the pounding was so loud it sounded like a demolition team was rearranging my entire basement!
The operator asked me what was going on and if I was okay? She asked me “what was that noise?
And I told her whoever is downstairs is banging on the basement ceiling and won’t stop. She told me to hold tight and that the police had arrived and were outside in front of my house. She asked me if there was any way the police could enter my house without breaking down any doors.
I told her I didn’t want to leave the closet. I told her I was very scared and that I didn’t want to go anywhere.
She told me not to worry as the banging from the basement was somehow now coming from underneath my bedroom closet.
I shouted “Please help me! The banging is underneath me!
And then I heard my side door getting kicked in from the police. I ran out of my closet and ran to the back door and heard the police yelling out commands as they walked down the basement steps.
The banging kept increasing as they shouted “make yourself known.
The operator told me to stay put so that’s what l did as the police continued giving out commands without getting any answers from anyone.
I heard a door getting kicked in assuming it was the storage room door, but then I heard them say to each other “there’s no one here it’s all clear.”
The cops searched the entire house and found no one.
It couldn’t be possible…
I kept telling them that there had to have been someone here. That someone had to have been in my basement. I told them that the side door was slightly open like someone came in and forgot to shut it but that we always kept that side door locked. That I opened the storage room door and someone kicked the door shut and then growled at me. That there was banging on the basement ceiling.
They tried using the excuse of me being a kid with an over amplified imagination.
So what the fuck was all that banging that I heard? The cops heard it. The operator heard it.
This couldn’t have been playing out in everyone’s imaginations.
The police took down notes of what I heard and saw and then my parents got home. And right before my parents walked through the now broken side door, the cops were laughing with each other and one of them even said “maybe his house is haunted?”
Well, if that was the case, then, why didn’t anything ever happen again?
I was 17 years old when that crazy night happened. And I lived at my parents house until I was 23 before getting my own place. I’m going on 37 and nothing ever happened again at my parents house.
Believe me, I’ve asked them…
And even stayed there some nights throughout the years on the weekends waiting for something to happen again.
They’re going on vacation next month for their 40th wedding anniversary.
And I’ve given this a lot of thought. Many years and nights of endless thought.
So much so that it kind of consumed me.
My friends that were playing Halo with me that night? They heard everything through their headsets and we’ve talked about this for a long time together, too.
Next month when my parents leave, we plan on doing a Oujia board session in the basement storage room.
I need to know if that house is really haunted or not…
💀
Hope you enjoyed this creepy ‘allegedly’ True, Mysterious Haunted House Story. Again, please don’t ask me to use this. It is for reading and viewing (if you wish on my YouTube channel tomorrow night) purposes only. Thanks you for understanding. If you have your own creepy True story you’d like told in video format, let me know. Every story I create I turn into a single Horror Short. So, you’ll have your own video to watch the Horror unfold. Long, Short. It doesn’t matter. As long as it can be up to 8 minutes long in video.
Thanks again. Stay Sinister.
👻

This ‘allegedly’ True Mysterious Haunted Home story was written & emailed to me. It will also be available on my YouTube and TikTok channels tomorrow for viewing if you wish to watch it in storytelling/video format. You may not use this story. Please do not ask me. Thank you. Enjoy. 💀

 The Basement Boogie Man Story by Bryan M. 

I was home alone one night playing video games in my living room when I heard noises coming from downstairs in the basement.
My parents went out for the night with some of their friends for dinner and I had the entire house to myself. And it felt refreshing to finally have some alone time and play video games on our big screen Plasma TV.
We had a 50 inch Pioneer High definition Plasma and I remember being so excited about playing Halo 2 all night on this thing online with my friends.
After playing for an hour, I thought I heard and felt movement coming from down below me in the basement.
I muted my headphones and listened out but heard nothing. So I continued playing…
Two hours went by when I heard and felt the same movement below me again, so I muted my headset once more and listened a little closer. This time it was louder and it felt like something actually hit the basement ceiling below me.
I told my friends to hang on a second then I walked to the entrance door leading to the basement.
There’s also a side door entrance that leads to the basement from outside of my house, which is about 7 steps down from the hallway entrance door that leads to the basement, and it was open.
Not much. But enough to seem as if someone let themselves in and didn’t shut it all the way.
I slowly walked down the steps and shut the side door and locked it. I was seriously freaked out and scared. I mean, there was no one home except me. And I lived in a good neighborhood. Nothing bad ever happened around here.
Curiosity got the better of me so I figured I'd check out the basement. I flicked the lights on and everything seemed fine just as it should be.
But we have a storage room tucked away at the end of the basement hall, and I couldn't resist making sure everything was in order in there too.
I literally tip-toed towards the storage room and I could feel my heart racing.
I grabbed my trusty old aluminum baseball bat I had stashed beside our mountain bikes and gripped onto that thing ready to swing for the bleachers if anyone came charging out of that storage room.
As I moved closer to the storage room door I could feel my hands beginning to get clammy. And what felt like an hour was only a few minutes when I stopped and just stared at the door.
The fear and sheer anxiety was holding me back from opening that door.
But I had to find out what made those noises.
I reached for the door knob and turned it and pushed the door open with my bat. And as soon the door was half way open, someone kicked the door shut and growled at me like an animal.
I fell on my ass but got right back up and never ran so fast in my life. I ran and tripped up the basement steps but made it back safely into my house, locked the door, and told my friends I had an intruder in the basement and that I had to call the cops.
I dropped my headset and I could hear my friends voices saying “what the fuck and holy shit are you serious?” as I ran to grab my cell phone to dial 911.
While I’m on the phone with the 911 operator, I could hear pounding on the basement ceiling coming from down below me. I shouted to the 911 operator that someone broke into my house and was in my basement storage room.
The operator was asking me question after question, but I was so frightened I couldn’t answer any of them and just kept telling her to please send help because there’s someone in my basement.
“Someone broke into my house, please help!”
She told me to calm down and find a place to hide and told me help was on the way.
So I hid in my bedroom closet…
My breath was bouncing off of the telephone and hitting me back in the face from how fast I was breathing.
The operator asked me for my name again and now I told her. She asked me my age, where my parents were and I told her. She asked if anyone else was in the house besides me and I said “no it’s just me.”
She asked me if there was any way she could get in touch with my parents so I gave her both of their cell numbers. She told me not to hang up and to stay on the phone with her no matter what. She told me I was doing fine and that everything would be fine, that there were 2 police units heading to my house and they would be there any second.
And then the pounding on the basement ceiling started up again!
And this time the pounding was so loud it sounded like a demolition team was rearranging my entire basement!
The operator asked me what was going on and if I was okay? She asked me “what was that noise?
And I told her whoever is downstairs is banging on the basement ceiling and won’t stop. She told me to hold tight and that the police had arrived and were outside in front of my house. She asked me if there was any way the police could enter my house without breaking down any doors.
I told her I didn’t want to leave the closet. I told her I was very scared and that I didn’t want to go anywhere.
She told me not to worry as the banging from the basement was somehow now coming from underneath my bedroom closet.
I shouted “Please help me! The banging is underneath me!
And then I heard my side door getting kicked in from the police. I ran out of my closet and ran to the back door and heard the police yelling out commands as they walked down the basement steps.
The banging kept increasing as they shouted “make yourself known.
The operator told me to stay put so that’s what l did as the police continued giving out commands without getting any answers from anyone.
I heard a door getting kicked in assuming it was the storage room door, but then I heard them say to each other “there’s no one here it’s all clear.”
The cops searched the entire house and found no one.
It couldn’t be possible…
I kept telling them that there had to have been someone here. That someone had to have been in my basement. I told them that the side door was slightly open like someone came in and forgot to shut it but that we always kept that side door locked. That I opened the storage room door and someone kicked the door shut and then growled at me. That there was banging on the basement ceiling.
They tried using the excuse of me being a kid with an over amplified imagination.
So what the fuck was all that banging that I heard? The cops heard it. The operator heard it.
This couldn’t have been playing out in everyone’s imaginations.
The police took down notes of what I heard and saw and then my parents got home. And right before my parents walked through the now broken side door, the cops were laughing with each other and one of them even said “maybe his house is haunted?”
Well, if that was the case, then, why didn’t anything ever happen again?
I was 17 years old when that crazy night happened. And I lived at my parents house until I was 23 before getting my own place. I’m going on 37 and nothing ever happened again at my parents house.
Believe me, I’ve asked them…
And even stayed there some nights throughout the years on the weekends waiting for something to happen again.
They’re going on vacation next month for their 40th wedding anniversary.
And I’ve given this a lot of thought. Many years and nights of endless thought.
So much so that it kind of consumed me.
My friends that were playing Halo with me that night? They heard everything through their headsets and we’ve talked about this for a long time together, too.
Next month when my parents leave, we plan on doing a Oujia board session in the basement storage room.
I need to know if that house is really haunted or not…
💀
Hope you enjoyed this creepy ‘allegedly’ True, Mysterious Haunted House Story. Again, please don’t ask me to use this. It is for reading and viewing (if you wish on my YouTube channel tomorrow night) purposes only. Thanks you for understanding. If you have your own creepy True story you’d like told in video format, let me know. Every story I create I turn into a single Horror Short. So, you’ll have your own video to watch the Horror unfold. Long, Short. It doesn’t matter. As long as it can be up to 8 minutes long in video.
Thanks again. Stay Sinister.
👻

This ‘allegedly’ True Mysterious Haunted Home story was written & emailed to me. It will also be available on my YouTube and TikTok channels tomorrow for viewing if you wish to watch it in storytelling/video format. You may not use this story. Please do not ask me. Thank you. Enjoy. 💀

 The Basement Boogie Man Story by Bryan M. 

I was home alone one night playing video games in my living room when I heard noises coming from downstairs in the basement.
My parents went out for the night with some of their friends for dinner and I had the entire house to myself. And it felt refreshing to finally have some alone time and play video games on our big screen Plasma TV.
We had a 50 inch Pioneer High definition Plasma and I remember being so excited about playing Halo 2 all night on this thing online with my friends.
After playing for an hour, I thought I heard and felt movement coming from down below me in the basement.
I muted my headphones and listened out but heard nothing. So I continued playing…
Two hours went by when I heard and felt the same movement below me again, so I muted my headset once more and listened a little closer. This time it was louder and it felt like something actually hit the basement ceiling below me.
I told my friends to hang on a second then I walked to the entrance door leading to the basement.
There’s also a side door entrance that leads to the basement from outside of my house, which is about 7 steps down from the hallway entrance door that leads to the basement, and it was open.
Not much. But enough to seem as if someone let themselves in and didn’t shut it all the way.
I slowly walked down the steps and shut the side door and locked it. I was seriously freaked out and scared. I mean, there was no one home except me. And I lived in a good neighborhood. Nothing bad ever happened around here.
Curiosity got the better of me so I figured I'd check out the basement. I flicked the lights on and everything seemed fine just as it should be.
But we have a storage room tucked away at the end of the basement hall, and I couldn't resist making sure everything was in order in there too.
I literally tip-toed towards the storage room and I could feel my heart racing.
I grabbed my trusty old aluminum baseball bat I had stashed beside our mountain bikes and gripped onto that thing ready to swing for the bleachers if anyone came charging out of that storage room.
As I moved closer to the storage room door I could feel my hands beginning to get clammy. And what felt like an hour was only a few minutes when I stopped and just stared at the door.
The fear and sheer anxiety was holding me back from opening that door.
But I had to find out what made those noises.
I reached for the door knob and turned it and pushed the door open with my bat. And as soon the door was half way open, someone kicked the door shut and growled at me like an animal.
I fell on my ass but got right back up and never ran so fast in my life. I ran and tripped up the basement steps but made it back safely into my house, locked the door, and told my friends I had an intruder in the basement and that I had to call the cops.
I dropped my headset and I could hear my friends voices saying “what the fuck and holy shit are you serious?” as I ran to grab my cell phone to dial 911.
While I’m on the phone with the 911 operator, I could hear pounding on the basement ceiling coming from down below me. I shouted to the 911 operator that someone broke into my house and was in my basement storage room.
The operator was asking me question after question, but I was so frightened I couldn’t answer any of them and just kept telling her to please send help because there’s someone in my basement.
“Someone broke into my house, please help!”
She told me to calm down and find a place to hide and told me help was on the way.
So I hid in my bedroom closet…
My breath was bouncing off of the telephone and hitting me back in the face from how fast I was breathing.
The operator asked me for my name again and now I told her. She asked me my age, where my parents were and I told her. She asked if anyone else was in the house besides me and I said “no it’s just me.”
She asked me if there was any way she could get in touch with my parents so I gave her both of their cell numbers. She told me not to hang up and to stay on the phone with her no matter what. She told me I was doing fine and that everything would be fine, that there were 2 police units heading to my house and they would be there any second.
And then the pounding on the basement ceiling started up again!
And this time the pounding was so loud it sounded like a demolition team was rearranging my entire basement!
The operator asked me what was going on and if I was okay? She asked me “what was that noise?
And I told her whoever is downstairs is banging on the basement ceiling and won’t stop. She told me to hold tight and that the police had arrived and were outside in front of my house. She asked me if there was any way the police could enter my house without breaking down any doors.
I told her I didn’t want to leave the closet. I told her I was very scared and that I didn’t want to go anywhere.
She told me not to worry as the banging from the basement was somehow now coming from underneath my bedroom closet.
I shouted “Please help me! The banging is underneath me!
And then I heard my side door getting kicked in from the police. I ran out of my closet and ran to the back door and heard the police yelling out commands as they walked down the basement steps.
The banging kept increasing as they shouted “make yourself known.
The operator told me to stay put so that’s what l did as the police continued giving out commands without getting any answers from anyone.
I heard a door getting kicked in assuming it was the storage room door, but then I heard them say to each other “there’s no one here it’s all clear.”
The cops searched the entire house and found no one.
It couldn’t be possible…
I kept telling them that there had to have been someone here. That someone had to have been in my basement. I told them that the side door was slightly open like someone came in and forgot to shut it but that we always kept that side door locked. That I opened the storage room door and someone kicked the door shut and then growled at me. That there was banging on the basement ceiling.
They tried using the excuse of me being a kid with an over amplified imagination.
So what the fuck was all that banging that I heard? The cops heard it. The operator heard it.
This couldn’t have been playing out in everyone’s imaginations.
The police took down notes of what I heard and saw and then my parents got home. And right before my parents walked through the now broken side door, the cops were laughing with each other and one of them even said “maybe his house is haunted?”
Well, if that was the case, then, why didn’t anything ever happen again?
I was 17 years old when that crazy night happened. And I lived at my parents house until I was 23 before getting my own place. I’m going on 37 and nothing ever happened again at my parents house.
Believe me, I’ve asked them…
And even stayed there some nights throughout the years on the weekends waiting for something to happen again.
They’re going on vacation next month for their 40th wedding anniversary.
And I’ve given this a lot of thought. Many years and nights of endless thought.
So much so that it kind of consumed me.
My friends that were playing Halo with me that night? They heard everything through their headsets and we’ve talked about this for a long time together, too.
Next month when my parents leave, we plan on doing a Oujia board session in the basement storage room.
I need to know if that house is really haunted or not…
💀
Hope you enjoyed this creepy ‘allegedly’ True, Mysterious Haunted House Story. Again, please don’t ask me to use this. It is for reading and viewing (if you wish on my YouTube channel tomorrow night) purposes only. Thanks you for understanding. If you have your own creepy True story you’d like told in video format, let me know. Every story I create I turn into a single Horror Short. So, you’ll have your own video to watch the Horror unfold. Long, Short. It doesn’t matter. As long as it can be up to 8 minutes long in video.
Thanks again. Stay Sinister.
👻

What I think happened was. 1967. November 29th. A baby is born on Rokkenjima and taken in by Kinzo Ushiromiya, still deep in his mourning of the Golden Witch Beatrice. As this baby grows up, Kinzo shapes their identity under his upbringing and they grow up with a very stunted sense of self. EIther as some sort of disguise or to give themselves more fulfillment, they assume the identity of a young maid named Shannon and a younger servant named Kanon. This helps them navigate their life on Rokkenjima fine until the larger Ushiromiya family enters the picture, specifically Battler, Jessica and George, whose love for them begins to pull their identity apart. After a conversation with a 12 year old Battler about the kind of woman he likes, and getting even closer with George and Jessica in the years after, this person is at a crossroads on whos wishes get to be fulfilled: Shannon’s, Kanon’s, or Beatrice’s, and this all comes to a head on October 4th, 1986, where they facilitate a series of murders as an internal competition and as a demonstration to the person who affected them the most: Battler Ushiromiya.
….I THINK. I didn’t have the epiphany I thought I would have, more like a slow slow realization when I began to piece together the early-suggested possibility that Shannon was behind the appearances of Beatrice that Maria sees, the weird status of Kanon’s body at the end of almost every twilight, how Kanon had to bail Battler out in the first place, and the Love Duel itself, Shannon, Kanon and Beatrice all being on equal footing within it, and why Shannon and Kanon’s (and Beatrice’s) love had to be mutually exclusive in the first place. Plus more little details like the 19 paces coinciding with the perceived 19 people on the island (family + Beato) and the 19 years since the master of the game had been born, the narration and several characters like Featherine saying that the solution to the previous question or to the logic error could be the key to the whole mystery and is a part of Beato’s heart (her identity). George’s reminiscence of Battler and Shannon as a 12 year old with Beato’s own reminiscence of it coinciding with it. The fact that Battler has literally never seen Kanon and Shannon in the same room and the mystery of how Battler saw Beatrice after the murders of the fourth game. But I think that Shannon, Kanon, and Beatrice are all identities of one person, the 16th person after subtracting Kinzo, Kanon and Shannon from the initial 18, and that their disguises and faked deaths are the key to solving not just the logic error room, but the entire game and magic as a whole. Granted I don’t have *everything* figured out with this yet but I feel like I have my foot in the door finally.
Just starting with the logic error room, we know that Erika and Kanon entered and Batler left, the chain was reset when Erika entered, yet by the end of Erika’s search, Kanon was nowhere in the guestroom. Airtight locked room murder, practically no way to get out of this one, at least through the door. And for good measure, Hideyoshi, George, Nanjo, Kumasawa and Shanon are in the next room over while *everyone else* is in the cousins’ room, and during the escape, the seals to the doors of these rooms are intact. Genuinely the only in that I had on this one at first was the “everyone else” wording with Kanon’s status as furniture as my teeny little screwdriver I was trying to pry this thing open with. Of course the furniture thing is mostly a metaphor for the crested servants’ character arcs, and Genji is considered a person who would be included as “everyone else” but it was a start. Incidentally, my attempts before this episode had me reassessing the idea that Shannon could have disguised herself as Beatrice for Maria from the earlier episodes, and it was like I needed something to bridge these two ideas. And the fact of Kanon coming to save Battler being confirmed in red makes it seem useless to try to figure out how he got out of the cousins' room, but figuring that out was an important first step to my reasoning, as it helped me begin forming the idea that, somehow, to have been out of the cousin’s room, he would have had to be somehow less than one, to not be his own person, to not be included in “everyone else”. And taking this to the guestroom, it eventually dawned on me that, if *he* wasn’t his own person, and his love for Jessica couldn’t exist if Shannon was going to be with George, then maybe these two got in the way of each other because they were the same person, and if this was true, Kanon could escape the guestroom by discarding the disguised and identity of ‘Kanon’, removing him from the guestroom, since it was never specified that nobody was in there, only that Kanon wasn’t. ‘Shannon’ in the next room over could have gotten out through the window, since the status of the seals on the window is a hole that is pointed out in the episode, but Dlanor forbids it from being used, I think because bringing it up without solving Kanon’s identity would be solving the mystery incorrectly or at least out of order.
From here, you can take this to many of the other murders in Question arcs. I think I pointed out that Shannon’s body was hidden from George by Hideyoshi in episode 1, but rereading made me realize that not only had Battler not properly seen it either, but if Kanon was at the scene too, following my theory, the body could not have been Shannon’s. Whose it was I’m not sure. If Kumasawa got into her closet for this that would be funny. If they had a body prepared then sure. But this in conjunction with Kanon’s death not being seen by Battler later leaves this person without the identity of Shannon OR Kanon, free to run around the mansion murdering as they please. Even better if they are prepared to disguise as Beatrice as well, as this would have allowed them to have Maria turn around so they could kill Genji, Nanjo, and Kumasawa without harming her, and when the 4 others would come in and investigate, this person would slip out and kill Natsuhi. For Eva and Hideyoshi, since it was Kanon (and Genji who came upon the crime scene), I think it’s possible that the chain being locked was a lie on Genji and Kanon’s part.
As we know in Episode 2, Kanon’s corpse disappears after his death to the confusion of almost everyone, but this is because the body, as Shannon, is in Kinzo’s study “informing him of the murders” which after learning of Kinzo’s pre-game death means she can be doing whatever she wants. Since Kanon never shows up again, she operates as she needs to until she dies with George and Gohda. I think Shannon struggled with killing both of them. It seemed like there was a genuine struggle to even get the door open and overpower George and Gohda, so her and George could have killed each other, or she kills herself after killing George in mourning, because the final twilight is complete, or because she believes Genji or Rosa will take care of the rest. If Shannon was alive, Rosa stopping Battler from disturbing the body and then chasing everyone out would work for that, but Battler also witnesses like, the viscera of her head spilling out of the hole in it, which could constitute as a body check..? Maybe there’s some fuckery with how this Shannon looks to us and to the people inside the story, and that’s how she bypasses Battler’s body check? idk this one isn’t so solid but Kanon’s missing body is so damning to me. Battler does see Beato and Kinzo at the end and this could have been the culprit as Beato. Battler doesn’t get a good look at her and only sees Kinzo’s back as well. And the magic stuff at the end of every episode in my interpretation is Battler having died and the anti-magic, objective perspective being removed. So idk still working on that one lmao
The biggest thing for Episode 3 is the locked room chain, and having two of the servants being assumed identities really helps. Kanon’s body is ‘found’ in the chapel, a very remote part of the island, so his body is hard to confirm. On the other hand, Shannon is ‘found’ in the parlor, the easiest room to operate from and one that the adults were likely to break the locked room status of by shattering the window. Because Battler sees none of these bodies, the true nature is never confirmed, and it can be assumed that the culprit, having (momentarily) discarded Kanon and Shannon, once again has free reign over the mansion. This comes into play after Eva’s murders take the group into the mansion, starting with Rosa and Maria’s deaths as its unlikely the culprit would kill Maria this early. Kyrie kills Hideyoshi here, briefly surviving a shot to the stomach and either trying to hit Eva or retaliating against her where it would hurt (unwittingly damning her own daughter so yknow that’s not horrible at all). Back when I was a Kyrietrice truther (how I miss those days) I thought she survived much longer and killed George and Nanjo, but it turns out Battler checking her corpse in the metaworld means that Battler confirmed her death in the game too so bleh. But I think the culprit killed George and laid him in the parlor, possibly leading him in as Shannon. From here I think she plays dead as the survivors come in and while they’re distracted (Eva, Jessica and Nanjo are caught up in a fight while Battler overtly is checked out of the situation, not looking closely at the corpses at all), she sneaks out, only to be caught and shot at by Eva, which is what blinds Jessica. The shot isn’t immediately fatal but ‘Shannon’ is bleeding out fast and before she dies, she finds and kills Nanjo, “revives” Kanon, as Beatrice puts it, and leads Jessica out to where they will rest for the remainder of the game.
Chapter 4 is weird, it feels impossible to substantiate anything concrete when the whole island is a huge catbox to Battler, cooped up in the guest house, until after almost all of the murders are committed. WIth Shannon/Kanon in the dining hall with everyone, the best I can work out right now is the first six are shot down by them, the rest escape but are killed as well, at some point in between the 8th and 10th killings, ‘Kanon’ is discarded, making him the ‘9th death’, George and Jessica are killed, not before Jessica sees the dead bodies, is chased to her room and works out that if she gets caught, she’ll probably end up like the rest of them, which she tells Battler. At some point, Kyrie manages to get to a phone and call Battler before being killed. The most concrete thing I can deduce is that the hostage group was potentially never in the dungeon, the status of the dungeon’s existence in that space being up in the air, Kanon’s body is not at the bottom of the well that Battler cannot access, when Beatrice shows up to Battler at the end of the 4th and is spurned by Battler not remembering his sin, she finds a way to die as Shannon and be found.
Very hazy still obviously but idk how else Kanon escapes. Honestly "these clues and circumstances make one body unaccounted for so they can go do whatever" feels sorta cheap which makes me second guess all of this, obv theres some tricks to the locked rooms themselves still but I didn't anticipate that one possible theory would clear up so much. Also relies on the cooperation of some adults and Nanjo. Even tho I believe he’s nice I think Nanjo isn’t difficult considering he lies about Kinzo’s death for so long, and I feel like it wouldn’t be.. too hard to get any of the adults in on it if related to the inheritance? I still think some of Eva and Hideyoshi’s ep 1 behaviors are suspicious and it would be really funny and interesting if Kyrie was fuckin shit up. To me.
Overall if this is what the twist is, I think it's neat since Kanon and Shannon have been among my favorites from the beginning and the idea of them being so closely tied to the thematic core of the story is exciting. My idea of magic is so heavily informed by Ange’s story, it makes me wonder, since the Beato we saw in 67 seemed to live in a great deal of emotional neglect, neglect of her own self rather than of “Beatrice” (probably her mother lol), if this culprit is the same in that she was born from Kinzo and a Beato, likely the 67 one, and their personhood was ignored for the sake of Kinzo having Beato again, maybe “Shannon” and “Kanon” are similar to how Maria summons Sakutaro or Ange summons the sisters, and she summons the servants as a way of enriching her sense of self? Would be sort of interesting but it also feels like its crossing over into like DID territory and after playing like 2 danganronpa games worth of poorly handled stuff like that I dont know. I do kinda feel sad for Jessica not really getting to be with Kanon. They constantly get the short end of the stick, obviously because their love hasn’t developed like George and Shannon’s did over the past few years or even how Battler and Beatrice’s did over the past 5 games, but their love is so full of potential, and I love both of them so much. I’d love to just see them happy together but its not Jessica’s fate sadly lmao.
If we’re to believe that it was Battler’s sin that influenced all of this, I do find it to be really interesting how Battler tends to parallel Kinzo, as another extension of the idea that Kinzo keeps this very harrowing grip on all aspects of Beatrice’s/the culprit’s life. That Battler echos Kinzo’s yearning for the old Beatrice isn’t even solely tragic for Battler’s situation, it also has a lot of terrible implications for what we haven’t seen of Kinzo yet, if Battler’s projection of Beatrice as his former lover onto a girl who sees him as her father is any indication of what Kinzo was like. At the very least, I still love Battler and I think he differs from Kinzo by holding onto the love he had for his family. Even after six games, he’s still just as disgusted at the murders, especially so here, and the portrayal of the mothers of the Ushiromiya family in Battler’s game shows that Battler’s capable of a great deal of reflection and understanding, something that’s hard to believe Kinzo was ever willing to offer. For the sin itself it feels like it’s between Battler being like his grandfather, him neglecting the culprit in some way or him denying magic to her and by extension, her way of like and her worldview, like what we saw with young Ange and Maria.
My last thought on this theory is that it makes so much of the love game in ep6, specifically Zepar and Furfur’s commentary, incredibly funny with how on the nose it is, and shifting from the perspective of the elder Beato who doesn’t get it to that of Kanon and Shannon who are painfully aware, is very eye opening to how heavy handed their dialogue is. Yet another moment of the writers desperately trying to guide you to the heart of the mystery which is comforting as a staple of this whole story.
Looking back at the last post, it is funny how little I had to say about Erika Furudo then. She’s like my second favorite character now, as horrible as she is, and everything she does is in line with how she acted in ep5 (with one caveat we’ll get to), but just way more severe and like mask off about her cold-hearted rejection of emotional truths and desire for complete domination and control of what is accepted as the objective truth which is. very entertaining! Obviously saying a ton about the more clinical, quote unquote “intellectual” camps of mystery readers and writers and about how objective truth really is, which is all incredibly important to understanding the overall mystery, almost like a what not to do when playing Umineko.
But just focusing on Erika herself, she just feels so steeped in every detective trope you’ve ever heard of, and in a story that takes the time to build such nuanced dynamics and relationships between characters, the way she operates can be so two-dimensional it’s actually delightful to watch. Even when she’s given a backstory, it almost feels pre-packaged and thrown in to hastily give her depth and personal relation to truth on a conceptual level, as she is a detective, altho I don’t know if it’s completely hollow. Her back and forth with Dlanor is neat and her final response to it is an early tell that her refusal to recognize the emotions behind people’s truths is a fatal flaw of hers, probably caused by her falling out with her boyfriend. And with the whole game trusting you to see the emotions in everything and to not be cold and clinical in your assessment of the story, I can’t wholly believe she’s completely flat as a character, altho the commentary is still very unsubtle so idk fully. It’s not like bullshit characters can’t be meaningful, and I think there is a level of tragedy in the way she was fashioned on the game board as Bernkastel’s piece, trapped in the position of servitude to Bern, constantly emulating her callousness and seeking her approval, as if she’s like an author insert begging not to be removed by the author herself.
Like I said, she exhibits almost all the same behaviors she did in the last episode, just more brutally here. It’s almost like after failing to beat Battler at the end of episode 5, she’s trying to prove with everything she has that she really is a completely deplorable person, which she does when she fucking kills 5 people in what was supposed to be a non-tragic game, and she does this using the one thing that makes her different from last time: her lack of detective authority. Not only is is a cool trick that runs alongside her casting off the image of a noble seeker of the truth so she can debase herself in order to chase down a more twisted conclusion, it speaks a lot to her own capabilities that even without the privileges of a detective in a classic mystery story, she’s still able to bend the Ushiromiya family to her will and think miles ahead of Battler, making her all the more terrifying. Another thing that makes her different here is that she’s not just trying to solve the murders anymore, she is actively trying to catch Battler in a logic error, trapping him in the broken rules of his own game forever, and once she convinces him to give her seals to a few of the rooms, she does this incredibly easily, guiding Battler to his own damnation in what is, in my opinion, the best battle between the human side and witch side in the entire game thus far. It is absolutely fucking insane the lengths Erika goes to in order to completely destroy Battler. Her command of the game from the very start as if she had planned every mode both of them were going to make is just diabolical and after being a bit desensitized after the past 5 chapters of killings, her BEHEADING five people including a mom in front of her 9 year old daughter just to fuck up Battler’s game genuinely made me sick. And this is all heightened by how well written, translated, and voiced Erika is throughout the entire chapter. Before I got into Umineko, I’d seen videos of the scene completely out of context, and slowly I was drawn into wanting to play the game by the voice acting, the incredible music and tantalizingly rich atmosphere that I would have readily indulged in a full game of. But knowing the context of the scene now, how it acts as the final nail in the coffin of Battler and as the peak of Erika’s twisted level of ecstasy as she gleefully destroys this family, not just for domination of the truth but for the joy of revenge against Battler for denying her that ecstasy in the last game. It is just such an incredibly gripping stretch of scenes so fucking good oh my god.
All of this leads to the wedding of Erika and Battler, which really is the most deplorable action of Erika’s in this whole episode. Just the most disgusting subtext going on here that if you’ve read the novel I don’t even have to spell out. Just the depths she plummets to so she can exercise complete control over Battler. In stark contrast to the way Beatrice let Battler into her game, granting him the tools to understand her and to shed light on the mystery of her existence, finally granting her fulfillment, Erika is an intruder into Battler’s game in every sense of the word, and it’s Bern that created this monster in the first place to further toy with the lives of the Ushiromiya family, not completely different from how it was Kinzo's upbringing that made the adults of the Ushiromiya family who they were, leading to how theyr raised their own kids. Luckily Beatrice is the one who steps in at the last moment to save Battler here, exposing the one thing Erika cannot control: the emotions that are inherent to the facts of the murders. She cannot fathom that the solution to the murder isn’t some one million iq 4D chess move of Beatrice's and after an epiphany about the nature of multiple truths that not only feels kinda fake but is something Battler had come to 3 whole episodes ago with Virgilia and the Braun tubes, Beatrice and Battler’s final red truth shoots her down. Troll officially slayed don't be like Erika Furudo kids. Also there’s only 16 people on the island now! Hopefully you paid attention to Zepar and Furfur earlier. It is actually a funny wink wink nudge nudge that Beatrice entering the chapel to save Battler from the marriage runs parallel to Kanon entering the guest room. As if Ryukishi isnt already on his hands and knees tears in his eyes screaming and begging and groveling for the reader to understand whats going on here.
But yea Erika is a fascinating case study on the nature of truth, its objectivity and how it should be pursued. “True” does not always equal “right”, and the pursuit of objectivity can do immeasurable and irrevocable harm to innocent people just trying to find happiness in their own lives. I didn’t even mention her beefing with a literal 9 year old over a beginner magic trick, but it's clear here that her values run opposite to the games and the writers have a very very fun time criticizing those values through her. I learned this from a YouTube comment but apparently in some WTC bonus material, Rika from Higurashi mentions deep sea fish as omens of misfortune, which absolutely evokes the image of Erika washing up on the shores of Rokkenjima, foreshadowing the ensuing disaster. But after everything, as astute as she is as a riddle solver, she really has not even gotten out of the shallow end in terms of what the heart of a mystery really is, how trauma makes people act and why people are even driven to do the things that they do, ultimately looking like a fish out of water against this very magical setting. Get it like solitary deep sea fish honk honk
Other thoughts. I’m so happy to see Ange again! If the meta aspects of this story weren’t obvious enough, her and Hachijo/Featherine have the most overt readeauthor relationship, and it’s funny how Ange’s risen to Battler’s status of reader insert but in a different way. Battler and Beatrice have a combative, opposing relationship but the way she presents the murders to Battler and beckons him to figure them out very much reflects the writers’ desire for the reader to recognize their fiction. On the outside, it seems tricky but is actually very nurturing. Now, this late in the story, Ange and Featherine have a much more outwardly respectful relationship, likened to a miko and her guardian, although there is a little seedling of toughness that Featherine seems to hold for Ange, probably because of the latter’s stubbornness about some aspects of the story, with Ange also harboring contempt for Featherine sensationalizing her trauma with the message bottles. Funny inversion with Battler and I like the continued commentary on true crime. I also think Ange’s pursuit of the truth and trouble with emotions as Featherine’s reader slightly echoes Bern’s other piece, Erika, although to a much, and I cannot stress that Ange is not anywhere near as flawed as Erika, MUCH lesser extent, and Ange clearly has a higher chance of actually coming to an understanding at the end of the episode, plus its more understanding of Ange to want some power over the narrative as someone whose life was nearly ruined by it, rather than a piece who was just dropped in without any other relation to the Ushiromiya’s, despite being at the mercy of her master. Hate M Zakky guy plotting to kill her at the end altho I figured he sniped those Sumadera henchmen for her earlier and its not surprising but. le sigh
And because you know I have to always bring up Kyrie. That scene with her and Jessica was. Amazing. When Jessica's eyes glazed over and prison strip started playing I lost my mind. Genuinely such a compelling backstory for Kyrie and I love Jessica’s challenge to it, and her finishing line that, as much as Kyrie has been both empowered and terrorized by her jealousy, it does not make her a noble person, and this idea that trauma doesn’t automatically make you virtuous, I believe, will probably be very pertinent to the ultimate mysteries of the story. Besides that, one detail I caught is Kyrie talking about having worked up the nerve to kill Asumu over many many years, and she calls it a miracle that some other force took her the moment that she would have. Earlier this episode, and it’s been echoed in the previous ones, Featherine mentions that magic, as something limited by human ability, is the power to follow through with or get away with it. It really makes me think that. Kyrie could have just. Killed Asumu and is using magic to exonerate herself fdsfdsfds .I mean I’m always biased to my idea of murderer bastard Kyrie and the mountain of circumstantial evidence I thought I had with that and I do think its really funny!!! That she’s the only adult who seems to know how to handle the WInchesters well enough to do it one handed in her cg AND her portrait (og and pachinko not ps3). But hey idk. Every time she makes that closed eyes open mouth portrait it makes me think that she might not be any more savvy than the other adults about whats going on so even if its not serious i can still dream

Hello, first time using Reddit to post, so here's my situation, I have an apartment, I am the only person on the lease, so I am the "landlord" but I have 3 roommates, I rented out the 3 rooms in a 3 bedrooms apartment and I am sleeping in a closet, so with the rent of 2 of them, that they always pay on time, I pay the rent, but the third one, is a alcoholic who has never paid the rent on time, he has been in here for 4 months, now this month, he gave me $300 the 1st, then as today (6/9/24) he hasn't give me the remaining, he pays $800, I told him I want him to leave, he says he's going to, but every night, absolutely every night he comes drunk, don't take my calls, don't answer my messages, even though I pay the rent with the other 2 roommates, I am tired of this situation, I thought about changing the locks, or bringing his stuff out, because I have not lease or anything with him, but I am not sure what to do, anything helps, what should I do? thanks.

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Things have become complicated recently and that’s saying something considering what we’ve been through up until now. We needed to set out early to avoid Mrs. Sheaver and her goons. Before we did, we snuck over to Roscoe’s place. His apartment number was on his house key so it wasn’t hard to find. Upon stepping inside, we were greeted by the site of several hunting rifles resting by the couch.
“That checks out,” Van said.
I went to check Roscoe’s room while Drake went into the kitchen.
“He's got some leftover pizza. Wait, no never mind, it's gone bad.”
Over Roscoe's bed hung a painting of Donald Trump. This wasn't surprising. I went to his closet, opened it, and found several sleeping bags and camping packs there. I came back into the living room with them.
“Hey, I think we can use these,” I said, tossing one to Drake and another to Van.
The former caught it and the other fumbled, dropping it. He squatted to pick it up.
“Gus?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you seen the kitchen? Roscoe had a ton of bottled water for some reason.”
“Oh yeah, I think he mentioned one time that he heard water from the sink makes you gay. I can't lie. He was weird.”
“Yeah, so you want to grab some cases?”
“I can carry a few. Just keep an eye out for trouble.”
I stacked some and lifted them. We also found some metal thermos cups that Van held onto.
“I don't see anyone,” he said after stepping outside.
We followed him out, making our way to the Hummer. Drake had his gun in hand and was behind us constantly looking over his shoulder. We got to the Hummer and unlocked it. That's when a bullet whizzed past my temple and hit one of the tail lights.
“So you were holding out on us,” Mrs. Sheaver screamed from her kitchen window.
“Fuck, get inside now,” Drake yelled.
Yanking the doors open, we threw our stuff in before jumping inside ourselves. In the rearview, we could see the rest of our neighbors armed with bats and pipes chasing after us.
“Start the fucking car,” I urged, and then another hole formed in the back windshield.
Drake cranked the ignition and backed up. Then we were out of there like cows escaping a slaughterhouse. We didn't even slow down when we came to the gate. Drake crashed right through it as the screams of Mrs. Sheaver and the others became faint cries.
“Okay, so we're on track for the most part,” I said. “Do you think the convenience store is too close now? I don't want them coming after us.”
“Guys?” We heard Van interject.
We glanced in the rearview again to see several cars gaining on us. The one at the front was a van being driven by Mrs. Sheaver.
“Oh my God,” Drake said. “Gus, lock and load.”
“Already on it. Be mindful of the tires.”
I loaded a rifle and got ready. The sound of metal on metal echoed throughout the car as we were being fired at. Drake tried taking several turns to lose them, but they stayed on our tail. I took a deep breath, then aimed out of one of the windows and shot at one car's tires. I made my mark, resulting in it swerving and crashing into another vehicle.
Both spun out of control until it was only Mrs. Sheaver left.
“Hold still,” she yelled over the rushing wind. “My eyes aren't what they used to be.”
Unfortunately for her, there was a pothole in the road. It damaged her front tire, causing her to swerve and plow straight into a tree at full speed. We stopped just in time to see it come crashing down, breaking through her windshield.
“God damn,” Drake said.
“I mean, she might still be alright,” I commented.
The tree had gone through some wires. One of them fell on a branch, setting it ablaze.
“Well, at least it was quick.”
“Oh Christ, I'm burning,” Mrs. Sheaver shrieked.
We sat there in silence listening before her cries died down.
“Drake, what time is it?” I asked.
“About twelve till six.”
Today was going to be a long day. We got back on track with our plan and proceeded to the convenience store. We got out and surveyed the damage.
“This thing's tough,” I said.
“Does anyone want to talk about how messed up that all was?” Van asked.
“Yeah, it was pretty fucked,” Drake replied, “but what's done is done. Let's grab what we can and get out of here.”
We tried the door, finding it was unlocked. Inside, a far-from-pretty sight was waiting for us. Blood stains covered the wall behind the counter. Out of morbid curiosity, I peeked over it, seeing only a hand and a shoe with the foot still attached. A shudder ran through me.
“Hey, Gus, what do you see back there?” Van asked.
“You don’t want to know.”
We started surveying what would be best to bring with us.
“I think we should focus on protein,” I said.
“Like trail mix?” Drake replied. “It’s got fruit too.”
“I hate trail mix, too many raisins,” Van complained.
“What about these?” I asked, cocking a thumb to some protein bars.
Something else caught my eye.
“Hang on,” I said, bending over and picking something up. “We can’t be caught dead without this.”
I held up a pack of toilet paper.
“Good thinking,” Drake said, “Van, grab some, will you?”
Van stared down at it with a grimace.
“I bet it feels like sandpaper,” he grumbled but began gathering as many as he could anyway.
While he did, we filled our three bags with what we could. Then we took everything back to the Hummer and got back on the road.
“Hey, Drake?” I said as he was closing the trunk.
“What?”
“I’ve been thinking. If this works and we make it out of here, we’re not exactly going to be well off afterward. Do you think maybe we should see if a store happens to have some loose change lying around if you catch my drift?”
I gestured to the convenience store. About six minutes later, we were driving down the road.
“So there was about six hundred bucks in the register which makes two hundred for each of us,” I said, “and there’s more in the safe if we can get it open.
The safe was in the back next to Van.
“I can’t believe you guys stole this from the store.”
“It’s not like anyone’s using it,” Drake said. “Besides, the guy who ran the place was stingy as hell. One time, he tried to charge me double on something. I had to argue with him about it for two minutes straight so we aren’t beating ourselves up about this.”
“How do you think we should get it open?” I asked.
“I don’t know. We’ll figure something out.”.
We guessed that there were blockades set up at every exit out of town. We also assumed that there would be more people active where we tried to get out last time. Instead of going there, we went to the woods on the opposite side of town.
“Remember, there’s no turning back after this,” Drake said, “so only take the necessities. I still want to see about opening the safe, though.”
While he was talking, I was glancing among the trees. One of them seemed odd to me and swayed strangely in the wind. Then I realized with a chill that it was moving.
“Lanker,” I choked out.
Drake and Van turned in time to see it sprinting out of the woods. In a flash, it was to us. We got out of the way as it swiped at us with one of its clawed hands. Its nails dug into the Hummer’s back door, yanking it out. I was thinking maybe if we kept still and tried to keep from shitting ourselves, it would go away.
Drake, thankfully seemed to be on the same wavelength as me. Van, however, was not. He screamed, darting away. The lanker pursued him, giving us time to arm ourselves. As Van was circling back around, we raised our weapons, squeezing the triggers. As soon as it was focused on us, we knew to split up to divert its attention.
Drake managed to get some shots into it before he had to retreat. While the lanker went after him, I aimed at its legs. This appeared effective as it let out a cry of pain that sounded like when a microphone is held up to a speaker. The good news was it was no longer after Drake. The bad news was I was now its target.
“Drake, shoot it in the back of its knees,” I yelled, sprinting as fast as I could.
I slid under the Hummer and came out the other side. In spur-of-the-moment planning on my part, I opened the back door and slammed it shut. This succeeded in fooling the lanker as I snuck behind it, getting its weak spot point blank. Unfortunately, I misjudged the distance. The next thing I knew, it was swinging at me with an object in hand.
I managed to raise my gun to block it and if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be writing this. Wood splintered as it was broken in half. I observed the world doing several cartwheels as I was rolling along the ground before coming to a stop at the base of a tree.
“Gus,” Drake yelled.
The pain was so immense I couldn’t even get a breath out. The Lanker was about to rip into me until Drake distracted it.
“Guys,” Van cried out in alarm.
I tilted my head up, seeing a metric shit load of zombies racing towards us.
“Welp, we're fucked,” I thought.
In an unexpected turn of events, though, the lanker was now shrieking at them. It went after them, grabbing two by their heads, crushing them like watermelons under a hydraulic press. I took the opportunity to examine where I'd been struck. Touching my abdomen yielded pain. Thankfully, nothing seemed to be broken, just some bruising I would need to deal with later.
Guess I got lucky in that I was knocked away instead of grabbed. If the lanker was smarter, this would be a different story. The other zombies were crawling all over it, gnawing as they did. A crawler saw me in a vulnerable state and tried capitalizing on the opportunity. It pounced and my butt clenched. Then a bullet went through its head. Drake rushed over, helping me up.
“Thanks again, man.”
“No problem.”
“Let's run into the woods while they're occupied,” Van said.
“But our stuff is over there,” I told him. “We won't last long without it.”
We both looked at Drake.
“Let's see how this plays out a little longer,” he said.
For a while, it seemed that the lanker would be the victor. Then its knees buckled as they were chewed through. We watched on, mouths agape. In a move of desperation, it picked the safe back up, swinging it wildly. The zombies previously all over the lanker were now a red paste and it was crawling feebly on the ground.
“I got this,” Drake said.
He went over to it and shot at its legs, blowing them off. It tried swiping at him, but he'd already backed away. It attempted to stand on its stumps. When it lifted its head, Drake jammed the barrel of his gun down its throat, pulling the trigger. With a last twitch, it was no longer a threat.
“Are you sure it's dead?” Van asked.
“I blew out the back of its head. Of course, it's dead,” Drake replied, then threw a rock at the lanker to be sure.
“Yep, as a doornail.”
Drake came over and helped me up.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“I'll live.”
“Good, let's get our things.”
Van was already doing that.
“My God is this heavy,” he grunted as he pulled it onto his back.
“Get used to it,” Drake told him.
I glanced around in case we'd have to deal with any more unexpected threats and that's when I noticed the dented-to-shit safe lying on its side with the door open. It didn't take long to count the money inside. There was a little over eight thousand in cash that we divided among the three of us. Thus, our hike began at last. We walked for eight hours, encountering zombies along the way.
Most of the time it was simple to pick them off. The biggest problem came when some tried attacking us from above. I am so glad me and Drake's reflexes are on point. Something unusual we stumbled upon is that whatever has been zombifying people has spread to animals. Long story short, there was a zombie grizzly bear ripping into another bear and its cubs. We thought we would have to deal with this monstrosity.
Luckily, it didn't appear to find us appetizing. That said, it was emitting a deep growl after it noticed us so we got the message to steer clear of it. Eventually, Van told us his feet were aching and suggested we should rest.
“I guess we can stop for a bit,” I said. “Right, Drake?”
“Sure, I was getting hungry anyway.”
We sat down, setting up our packs to rest against. Me and Drake took out some trail mix while Van unwrapped a protein bar.
“Hey,” he said to us, “I got some of these if you want to add them to your water.”
He held up some flavoring packets.
“Hell yeah,” Drake replied, “Toss them here.”
“Actually, I was thinking I could take care of it for you while you guys set up camp since it's going to be dark in a couple of hours.”
“Good point. Gus, help me gather some firewood.”
We did so and threw them into a pile. Van came back up to us with our thermos cups.
“Drake, yours is blue raspberry and Gus, yours is green apple.”
We thanked him and enjoyed the rest of our meal. Halfway through my drink, I was feeling lightheaded.
“Hey, Drake, do I look alright?” I turned to him and noticed he too was in the same condition as me.
“I don't…” he replied with his voice trailing off.
We passed out. When we awoke it was dark and Drake was cussing up a storm.
“What happened?” I asked, shaking off my fatigue.
“That son of a bitch robbed us,” Drake replied. “Look.”
He showed me our wallets which were stripped of cash.
“And he left this.”
I was handed a crumpled piece of paper with this message crudely written on it.
“Sorry to do this. Years working for the mayor have taught me people can be bribed so that's what I'm doing. You won't find me again, but I wish you the best of luck.”
I clenched my fist around it.
“He robbed us.”
“Yeah, I just said that.”
“Well, what do we do now?”
“Get moving, I guess. Can't believe this. How do we get our shit stolen twice in two days?”
We wondered how Van would survive on his own. Then again, he did have a snack for avoiding trouble as he was able to before we bumped into him. After walking for some time, we saw an orange light in the distance.
“I think that's a campfire,” I exclaimed. “Do you think it might be Van?”
“If it is, I'm going to have some words for him,” Drake replied, patting his holstered handgun.
We stepped into the clearing to find a bunch of people standing around a bonfire. They were wearing hooded white robes and turned when they heard us.
“Oh shit, it's the fucking Klan. Drake, get behind me,” I urged, stepping in front of me.
One of them stepped forward, revealing the face of a grinning man.
“Worry not, friends. You have no reason to fear us.”
He explained that his name was Jeff and he founded their group, cult really, of survivors and they called themselves The Uplagued. Every one of them smiled from ear to ear and asked us if we wanted to stay.
“No disrespect, we'd love to, but we need to keep moving,” Drake told them.
“That's a shame,” Jeff responded. “We were about to pass around the calumet.”
For those who don't know, that's another word for the peace pipe used by the natives. Drake and I exchanged a look. Ten minutes later, we were sitting in a smoke circle. When Drake's turn came, he took a rip from it worthy of a dragon about to breathe fire. I got in a good one when my turn came.
Now, I'm high as the moon typing this on my phone. After what we've been through today, it's nice to have something to take the edge off. I'm not sure what we're going to do about our financial situation if we make it out. Hopefully, we come up with something. For now, the munchies are calling my name.

I am NOT OOP, OOP is u/WallCurious4038
Originally posted to TrueOffMyChest
Previous BoRU
[New Update]: My stepdaughter died 4 weeks ago and I caught my husband and his ex wife in our bed.
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Trigger Warnings: death of a minor, car accident, infidelity, suicidal attempts, emotional distress, possible emotional abuse
RECAP
Original Post: May 10, 2024
My stepdaughter Becca (14F) died 4 weeks ago. I’ve been in her life since she was 7 years old, we were extremely close.
My husband Derek (40M), his ex-wife Sam (38F), and I (35F) get along very well, there has never been an issue in the 7 years that I’ve been with Derek. Sam has always been kind to me, she didn’t even care that Becca called me “mom” too.
Right after Becca’s passing, Sam had so much anxiety and depression that she was unable to be by herself (she has no family besides us), so we invited her to stay with us.
Sam hardly leaves the house, she mostly just sleeps in Becca’s room, which is completely understandable. I always tell her that I’m here if she needs me and that I want her to take her time with grieving and that there is no pressure to go back to her home.
Today I needed to run some errands, so I asked Sam if she’d like to join me to get out of the house a little bit, but she declined and said she’d rather just stay at the house and sleep. I told Derek that I was leaving and that I would be back in 2ish hours (he works from home), I also told him to check on Sam every once in awhile, and maybe try getting her to eat something.
After stopping at the post office, I realized I forgot my library book that I needed to return, so I went back home to get it.
As soon as I walked in the door, I heard moaning coming from mine and Derek’s bedroom. I immediately knew what was happening… and my heart completely broke in that moment.
I wasn’t completely sure what to do, but I ended up deciding to confront them, so I walked to the bedroom and opened the door and began yelling at them both. Sam started having an anxiety attack and ran to the bathroom while Derek kept apologizing profusely.
I asked him what the hell was happening, he told me that he made himself and Sam some lunch and they began talking about Becca, and shared some memories. And then Sam ended up kissing him and he didn’t pull back, and then it ended with them in our bed.
They’re begging me to understand that it was just grief that caused them to become intimate and that they both made a mistake.
I don’t know what to do. I love this man. And I love Sam. I’m heartbroken that they did this to me and put me in this position. I feel so stuck.
Relevant Comments
GreatChampionship252: That would be hard no for me. I understand grieving, but how is this excusing cheating? What happens next time he is sad? Edit: I misspoke when I said sad. Obviously this is something beyond devastating. I still don’t think it can be used as an excuse.

OOP: I don’t want to excuse his cheating. I think I want to divorce him, but I’m anxious about doing it right after we lost Becca.

Spellboundmama: Probably together. Do you both own the home? If it's in your name, change the locks. Stay strong and don't listen to his excuses. I am so sorry this happened to you during such a difficult time.

OOP: Exactly what I was thinking if I’m being honest.
And yes, we both own it. When I told him to leave, he kept saying sorry and then said that he would leave and respect me wanting him gone for awhile.

ImpulsiveXThoughts: Are you seeing a therapist perhaps? You're dealing with a lot right now, it might be useful.

OOP: Yes, I am in therapy. I’ve been with my therapist for other things for the last 3 years. She’s been very helpful. I saw her yesterday and was able to figure some things out.

 
Update #1: May 11, 2024
I decided that I’m filing for a divorce. I can’t ever trust Derek again. It sucks because we had an amazing relationship (I thought), he’s always been great, so this was a complete shock to me.
Last night, Derek came over to talk. He confessed to a lot. Turns out it wasn’t their first time having sex like most people thought. They’ve been having sex since 3 months before Becca died. I am completely shocked and heartbroken.
Sam also reached out last night and thanked me for everything I’ve done for her, and told me she was sorry. I didn’t respond, I blocked her.
I did so much for Sam and considered her a friend so this hurts a lot, more than I can handle.
This is all too much.
As hard as this is gonna be, I need to leave Derek and cut them both out of my life. I am ready to do so. I am done.
Also, some people are saying I deserved this because I should have known better than to let Sam into our home, around Derek. But, you need to understand that I’m a giving person, I trust people more than I should, I truly thought Sam was an amazing person. I know it’s unusual to become friends with your husband’s ex wife, but it’s just how it went for us and I shouldn’t be blamed for what happened.
Thank you to everyone who commented nice things and for the kind messages. You’ve all been helpful during this insanely difficult time, I appreciate it.
Relevant Comments
ImpulsiveXThoughts: Out of curiosity, what are his excuses for cheating?
Those two are going to be in a world of hurt, once the guilt settles in. They're going to be asking themselves why it had to be Becca and will eventually come to conclusion that it's their punishment for what they've done to you. I can pretty much guarantee you that.

OOP: He told me that they just “accidentally” reconnected one night when I was away at my mom’s. He was stressed we weren’t conceiving and were having miscarriages, so he vented to Sam, and then somehow that led to sex.
It seems so icky to me… How can he vent about our struggles like that and then go and have sex with Sam, it’s just awful of him. I don’t understand it.

 
Editor’s Note: removed the first half of the updates as it was a rehash of Update #1
Updates #2: May 13, 2024
I’m getting lots of questions about some things so I figured I’d answer a few of them.
• Have I told anyone about what happened besides my mom? — Yes, I told a few friends and some family members. Most of them are supportive of my decision and aren’t speaking to Derek.
• Where is Derek staying? — Currently, he’s staying at a hotel. Our friends refuse to let him stay with them. He’s lost a lot of people due to his awful decisions.
• Has he tried fighting me on getting a divorce? — Yes, he begged me not to file for divorce, but when I told him I needed him to just let me go, and that I was too exhausted to fight him on this, he let it be and agreed to getting a divorce.
• Why isn’t Derek staying with Sam? — He told me he didn’t wanna continue to hurt me, so he told Sam he was done with her for good. And that they have no reason to speak to each other anymore. I have no idea if that’ll last and if they’ll just end up together, but I truly don’t care what they do anymore. I just want peace.
• What was Derek’s excuse for cheating? — He told me that they just “accidentally” reconnected one night when I was away at my mom’s. He was stressed we weren’t conceiving and were having miscarriages, so he vented to Sam, and then somehow that led to sex. Disgusting of them both, I know..
Feel free to ask anything else, and I’ll try to answer. Thank you everyone for your support and advice.
Relevant Comments
OOP on what happened to Becca

OOP: It was very sudden. She died in a car accident when she was with one of her friends and her friend’s parents.

OOP on her husband’s parents being supportive or not, and if they know about his cheating

OOP: I get along with Derek’s mom very well, but he’s also a mama’s boy so it’s kinda complicated. She will always be there for him (he’d stay with her if she didn’t live across the country). She knows what he did and told me she “had a talk” with him but said that he’s still her son and she’d help him with anything if he needed it. I’m thinking I need to cut her out of my life too which makes me really sad because we were close and talked on the phone almost daily.

OOP on if she has children with her husband

OOP: We’ve had 6 miscarriages total. All of them were in the first trimester 😢

&nsbp;
More updates: May 14, 2024
I just found out that he is staying with Sam and not at the hotel. He told me it’s too expensive to stay at a hotel and Sam is the only one that’ll help him right now.
I had a feeling this would happen. Just knowing that they are still probably sleeping together hurts my heart. I talked to a lawyer this morning and we are proceeding with the divorce and Derek agreed to it. It’s actually happening, and I feel some relief that he’s not fighting me on this.
My mom leaves on Sunday, I’m scared to be alone… But I go back to work on Monday so I’m hoping it’ll be a good distraction.
I’ll keep updating if anything else happens. Thank you everyone, I am so grateful for you all.
Relevant Comments
Immaculate329: OP, how did you find out he was staying at his ex-wife's place? Anything he says should be taken with a grain of salt. He is not true to his words in going on contact with Sam.

OOP: He texted me this morning after we talked to lawyers, and said he “just wants to be honest with me”… I told him to stop giving me updates on what he’s doing in his life and that it’s not something I need to know. It seems like he wanted to tell me to hurt me.

OOP on how she is doing

OOP: Thank you ❤️
I’m doing a little better today. My mom and I went on some nature walks and went out into the garden this afternoon, that helped. Becca loved gardening with me so it made me feel closer to her 🥹

 
Becca’s diary…: May 15, 2024
I decided to go through some of Becca’s stuff today. I just found her diary in a box in the back of her closet… Would it be wrong to read some of it?
I feel like it would help me feel closer to her but part of me feels like it’s wrong too. I haven’t told Derek that I found it either, and I’m unsure if I should tell him.. What would you do?
Relevant Comments
OOP on if she was closer with Becca prior to her sudden passing

OOP: Becca and I were very close, it felt like she told me anything and everything, but I honestly think all parents feel that way about their kids so I’m kinda nervous to read it.

 
Just a little update: May 19, 2024
I figured it’s been a few days, so I should give a little update.
My mom is leaving in a couple hours so I’ll be alone, I’m kinda nervous about it. She helped me stay distracted and kept me going, idk how I’m gonna handle her being gone.
I go back to work tomorrow, first day back since Becca passed away. I’m looking forward to it though because it’ll keep me distracted.
Also, I did read some of Becca’s diary. It made me love her even more, she was such a sweetheart. I went back a few months and saw that she noticed some weird behavior between Derek and Sam, didn’t mention that she knew of the affair, but she just wrote that she thought it was kinda strange that they all three would hangout more than usual, without me.
I might read more, but so far I haven’t found anything that’s disturbing, just her being a teenager and talking about crushes, fights with friends, happy family memories, etc ❤️
Tomorrow I’m also talking to my lawyer so I might have more updates on that.
Thanks for the continuous love and support everyone!
 
Last update for awhile!: May 26, 2024
Started randomly getting a lot more messages/comments so I figured I’d do another little last update.
My first week back at work went great! I wasn’t expecting it to go so well, but thankfully it did. My coworkers were so helpful and patient with me.
On Friday night I decided I didn’t want to stay home all weekend alone, so I decided to drive up to my mom’s, it helps I have a 3 day weekend so I can spend more time with her. I’m heading back home tomorrow.
Also, for those of you that have messaged me hateful things for reading Becca’s diary, I just have to say - you aren’t in my shoes right now, telling me I’m a bad mom because I’m reading her diary is just ridiculous. I learned so much more about her, about how caring and sweet she is, and it made me love her even more. It’s how I’m able to feel so close to her right now, so please don’t tell me I’m a bad parent for just trying to get by one of the hardest times of my life. You have no idea what it’s like.
I don’t have much of an update, so this will be it. I’ll come back and update once the divorce happens though! Thank you to those of you that have been nothing but kind and helpful, you helped me feel less alone, I’ll forever be grateful!
 

----NEW UPDATE----

Sam saw my Reddit post and is threatening to sue me.: June 1, 2024
Sam made a fake FB profile to message me and tell me she wants to sue me for telling strangers about what happened. Derek supports her apparently.
I don’t need this. Am I not allowed to vent about my life to people online?!
I just want life to get better. I’m so tired.
Fuck you Sam. Fuck you Derek.
Edit: Sam is in the comments and messaged me on here too. Blocked her.
Additional Information from OOP
OOP on the message from Sam

OOP: No, I just ignored her. It might be an empty threat just to make my life harder, but I’m unsure.
Her message said:
So I was scrolling tiktok and ended up on an account where they read reddit posts and guess who’s post they read? YOURS!!!! First you tell friends and family and then you go to a bunch of strangers and tell them OUR life story?! I can’t believe you, it isn’t just your business to tell. “Becca” would be so disappointed in you. Be prepared cause I think I’m gonna be suing you for this, this was no one else’s business. You did this to yourself, remember that.
I’m actually baffled. She thinks Becca would be disappointed in ME… wtf.

 

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THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT OOP

listening to the story about the teacher and the TRENDY ALERGIES brought back memories of my WORST teacher 1st grade in the late 70'S-EARLY 80'S!
1 day my mom and grandma had to pick me up because I missed the bus home due to the teacher
this teacher was THE WORST Karen EVER she would call me every dirty name she could think of and she would CONTSTANTLY LOCK ME IN THE CLOSET! YES you read that right because I WAS DUMB and r******* YES you read that right my mom heard about this and she went to talk to the PRINCIPAL THAT DAY! and then she held back another Friend of mine for the same reason BUT the real reason she called the student a STUPID R********* N***** so my mom and grandma took her home when her mom heard why she missed the bus HER MOM WENT BALISTIC her mom and my mom went to the school to talk to the principal the next day and then the teacher GOT FIRED THAT AFTERNOON !
another situation that led to her being fired I was SEVERLY ALLERGIC to Ivory soap EVEN TO THIS DAY I'M ALLERGIC TO IVORY SOAP OR DOVE SOAP 1 day I had to work on making a snowman out of GUESS WHAT IVORY SNOWY DETERGANT I said i WAS ALLERGIC TO IVORY SOAP! and she said ALERGIES ARE A SHAM ! so I didn't do it so the teacher SAYS NO LUNCH FOR YOU STAY ON THE BALANCE BEAM! YOU NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT so I COMPLIED and that afternoon I talked to my mom and again she went to the principal HE WAS LIVID that was strike 1
strike 2 1 day we were taking turns on the slide and it was my turn and another student throws a rock at me NOT A PEBBLE A ROCK! the MEAN TEACHER puts me IN TIME OUT and the person that threw the rock GETS OFF SCOTT FREE the other students were LIVID at her and told their parents what happened INCLUDING MY MOM and she WAS LIVID and she talked to the principal and the teacher got A VERBAL WARNING! AND SUSPENDED FOR A WEEK! and the TEACHER GOT ROOCKS THROWN AT HER by the students and parents so the lesson here never mess with a MAMA BEAR!