I (29) have known this was coming was just trying to muster up the strength, He (33) actually up and ended things via text… delightful. I feel like I’m now the crazy one, he’s decided to move 1.5hrs away despite us having 3 kids 10,6&1 and my two eldest have additional needs. My heart is absolutely broken for these kids no thoughts about them whatsoever.. I have a feeling there may be someone else around as some of the messages I was getting from him where very well punctuated all if a sudden and he certainly never messages like that.

Having experienced what I believe to be the obsessive, reciprocal inclinations of limerence, albeit through a screen, to an idealized fictional character rediscovered, steeped in nostalgia and intensity, compounded by anxiety and attachment, during COVID and a personal crisis... I wish to express a few thoughts:
—
Inspired by reflections on the story of Adam and Eve (peace be upon them) and the fall, I relate to it personally. I had abstained from music (not discussing its permissibility here) for an extended period, until one night, the "serpent" lured me, leading to my "fall", my "original sin", my "canon event".
—
Nostalgia, a longing for the initial state of innocence, can be interpreted as an analogy for Paradise. By "analogy", it is emphasized not to idealize/idolize specificities.
"Limerence", a less common and more complex concept, often attested to its divine-like gravity by those who endure it, can be interpreted as an analogy for the Divine himself. Or as a manifestation of our capacity to devote parts of the heart or soul to entities, "objects".
Speaking of "otherworldliness", my object (unveiled in the link below) is literally otherworldly, superior, and unattainable, making the intoxication all the more delusive, disillusive. It's as if I became limerent to the metaphor of limerence itself.
Though intricate, "limerence", with its reciprocal qualities, may represent the wing of hope, for connection, while anxiety represents the wing of fear, of separation or abandonment. The head of this bird is love, symbolizing the heart's pursuit of Almighty God, as illustrated by the well-known Islamic scholar Ibn Al-Qayyim (1292-1350).
—
However, I may lean towards possibly more orthodox understandings, where such analogies might be viewed as inappropriate.
— My Experience —
[1/2] https://www.reddit.com/AnxiousAttachment/s/IjybR21E1n
[2/2] https://www.reddit.com/AnxiousAttachment/s/0BofvLI6sM

Because 1 person asked; my dissertation of Ryder’s tattoos and how they tell you his story.
Marking as a spoiler in case y’all haven’t romanced him seriously lol.

1. Dagger: from that ex of his that stabbed him in the back by cheating on him.
2. Snake: his distrust of others and his own decisions. Also can additionally bring up how he will strike first in order not to feel threatened or pain. Also can symbolize a possible future shedding of his old skin.
3. Landscape: he likes to take nature pictures so this one was prob his first or one that he got sober, BUT could symbolize the mountains he needs to claim to conquer his past.
4. Roses/thorns: he’s guarded and prickly. He will draw blood before someone will draw blood from him. Rose can symbolize how ge can open up to the right person and can grow into a beautiful thing.
5. Moth: this was brought up if you go to the suite with him. He got this after finding out his kind distance partner cheating on him after he did this whole grand gesture of driving 16 hours to see them.
6. Motorcycle helmet. He likes to ride his bike, but the helmet signifies that Ryder prefers to keep a safe distance from exposing himself emotionally to someone. That he will try to keep people at arms length instead of risking his heart.
7. Scorpion: once again he is always in the defensive and will strike a venomous blows to protect himself. Not only that, it also calls back to wearing a thick armor to protect himself as well. His attitude of preemptively striking is shown through out the game.

8 crow/raven: Ryder’s past relationship really impacted his ability to love and live. To him all relationships are dead to him. He lives for short term hook ups without any future for love. But, they can symbolize bad fortune or rebirth-which is the two outcomes for him in this game. Either a “bad outcome” of being kicked out for his behavior-killing any potencial relationships outside the villa, or rebirth, finding confidence and a new outlook with MC. Learning to trust, be vulnerable, and takes responsibility for his previous actions.
The best way to show his rebirth (and to tie this to the snake tattoo-shedding his old skin) is if MC and him are together and he is possibly being eliminated-normally the old Ryder would’ve went into self preservation mode, made snide comments, huffed and puffed, etc but instead he accepts that he made mistakes and he knows there are consequences for them-and he’s secure in his and Mc’s relationship that he is willing to be sent home and says that even if sent one he’d find his way to MC.

1. Eye and hibiscus: eye usually means protection. Hibiscus usually means happiness and good luck. Knowing Ryder he more than likely got this in a time period he was probably happy, where all he wanted to protect was his happiness and luck. Yet, even after being cheated on, that was his goal-even when he used toxic measures to protect it. His end game was always to protect his well being-unless MC breaks through his shells and he want to protect MC’s well being.

hey guys i really need some advice, i have feelings for my friend way back then and we've been really close ever since i really liked her but i can't bring myself to tell her because apparently she had a bf at that time. after a year had gonee by she told me the she and her bf had broken up a few months back (he cheated) i felt sorry for her and my heart broken since i really liked her, she then told me that it's okay she never had feelings for her and she then confessed that she had my eyes on me and she only gave the guy a chance since she couldn't tell me she had feelings for me, but by the time she confessed i already had a girlfriend (LDR) we've been together for 4 months tomorrow, me and my girlfriend had been doing good for the past 2 months but by the 3rd month i surprised her and meet her in person but life is full of surprises it seems that she doesn't like me and her been seen in public or going out together and that really hurt me.. after going back in my hometown she begun acting weird suddenly bursting out her anger on me then explaining herself why she did that with me around her and begun to apologize i took her apology but didn't forget what happened after that she begun being cold.. and my friend is treating me way better as she have know me for years i don't know what to do
should i break up with her and be with my friend since we already liked each other way back and know each other longer or should i stay with my current girlfriend?

hey guys i really need some advice, i have feelings for my friend way back then and we've been really close ever since i really liked her but i can't bring myself to tell her because apparently she had a bf at that time. after a year had gonee by she told me the she and her bf had broken up a few months back (he cheated) i felt sorry for her and my heart broken since i really liked her, she then told me that it's okay she never had feelings for her and she then confessed that she had my eyes on me and she only gave the guy a chance since she couldn't tell me she had feelings for me, but by the time she confessed i already had a girlfriend (LDR) we've been together for 4 months tomorrow, me and my girlfriend had been doing good for the past 2 months but by the 3rd month i surprised her and meet her in person but life is full of surprises it seems that she doesn't like me and her been seen in public or going out together and that really hurt me.. after going back in my hometown she begun acting weird suddenly bursting out her anger on me then explaining herself why she did that with me around her and begun to apologize i took her apology but didn't forget what happened after that she begun being cold.. and my friend is treating me way better as she have know me for years i don't know what to do
should i break up with her and be with my friend since we already liked each other way back and know each other longer or should i stay with my current girlfriend?

New band Into the void - Lucifer
Hey!
New to this community and here to share our first music video of my new band 「Into the void」 with you all! We've put a lot of heart into this project, especially after the long wait due to the pandemic.
I hope you enjoy it! If you do, your support through likes, shares, and subscriptions would mean the world to us. 🙏 Thanks for watching!
Fun fact! June 6th, 2024 (Reiwa 6, June 6, in Japan), translates to 6・6・6! This date, often associated with Lucifer, adds a perfect touch of mystique and symbolism to our release.
Let me know what you think!

The first reports were dismissed as rumors, isolated incidents of violent attacks in remote areas. But soon, the chaos spread to the cities. By the time the government issued a nationwide emergency broadcast, it was too late. The zombie apocalypse had begun.
I barricaded myself in my apartment, watching the world fall apart through the cracked blinds. The streets were overrun with the undead, their ghastly moans filling the air. Every day was a struggle for survival, scavenging for food and water while avoiding the infected.
Weeks passed, and the power grid failed. With no electricity, communication with the outside world became impossible. I was alone, the silence only broken by the occasional scream or gunshot in the distance. Desperation gnawed at my sanity.
One evening, as I rummaged through my dwindling supplies, I heard a faint crackle from the old battery-powered radio I had found. My heart raced as I tuned the dial, trying to catch the signal.
"This is a message to all survivors," a voice finally came through, distorted but clear enough to understand. "A safe zone has been established at the old military base on the outskirts of the city. If you can hear this, make your way there. We have food, water, and protection."
Hope surged through me. I packed my bag with the few supplies I had left and prepared to leave. The journey would be perilous, but staying here meant certain death.
As night fell, I slipped out of my apartment, moving silently through the darkened streets. The undead roamed aimlessly, their decayed faces illuminated by the flickering flames of burning buildings. I kept to the shadows, my heart pounding with every step.
Hours passed, and exhaustion weighed heavily on me. Finally, I reached the outskirts of the city and saw the silhouette of the old military base against the moonlit sky. Relief washed over me as I approached the gates, now guarded by armed survivors.
"Help me!" I called out, my voice hoarse.
One of the guards signaled for me to approach. As I stepped forward, the gates slowly creaked open. But just as I was about to enter, a deafening alarm pierced the night.
The guard's eyes widened in horror. "They're coming!"
I turned to see a horde of zombies rushing towards the base, drawn by the sound. The gates slammed shut, trapping me outside. I pounded on the metal, screaming for them to let me in, but it was too late. The undead were upon me.
As they closed in, I realized the truth: there was no safe zone, no sanctuary. The last broadcast was a trap, a desperate lie to lure survivors out of hiding.
My final thoughts were of betrayal and the cruel irony of false hope as the darkness consumed me.
4oThe first reports were dismissed as rumors, isolated incidents of violent attacks in remote areas. But soon, the chaos spread to the cities. By the time the government issued a nationwide emergency broadcast, it was too late. The zombie apocalypse had begun.
I barricaded myself in my apartment, watching the world fall apart through the cracked blinds. The streets were overrun with the undead, their ghastly moans filling the air. Every day was a struggle for survival, scavenging for food and water while avoiding the infected.
Weeks passed, and the power grid failed. With no electricity, communication with the outside world became impossible. I was alone, the silence only broken by the occasional scream or gunshot in the distance. Desperation gnawed at my sanity.
One evening, as I rummaged through my dwindling supplies, I heard a faint crackle from the old battery-powered radio I had found. My heart raced as I tuned the dial, trying to catch the signal.
"This is a message to all survivors," a voice finally came through, distorted but clear enough to understand. "A safe zone has been established at the old military base on the outskirts of the city. If you can hear this, make your way there. We have food, water, and protection."
Hope surged through me. I packed my bag with the few supplies I had left and prepared to leave. The journey would be perilous, but staying here meant certain death.
As night fell, I slipped out of my apartment, moving silently through the darkened streets. The undead roamed aimlessly, their decayed faces illuminated by the flickering flames of burning buildings. I kept to the shadows, my heart pounding with every step.
Hours passed, and exhaustion weighed heavily on me. Finally, I reached the outskirts of the city and saw the silhouette of the old military base against the moonlit sky. Relief washed over me as I approached the gates, now guarded by armed survivors.
"Help me!" I called out, my voice hoarse.
One of the guards signaled for me to approach. As I stepped forward, the gates slowly creaked open. But just as I was about to enter, a deafening alarm pierced the night.
The guard's eyes widened in horror. "They're coming!"
I turned to see a horde of zombies rushing towards the base, drawn by the sound. The gates slammed shut, trapping me outside. I pounded on the metal, screaming for them to let me in, but it was too late. The undead were upon me.
As they closed in, I realized the truth: there was no safe zone, no sanctuary. The last broadcast was a trap, a desperate lie to lure survivors out of hiding.
My final thoughts were of betrayal and the cruel irony of false hope as the darkness consumed me.

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.
👻

The Sword of Chronos

Prologue
In the timeless expanse of the cosmos, where universes drift like countless specks of dust in a sunbeam, a god named Chronos reigned supreme. Unlike other deities, Chronos possessed a unique weapon—a sword forged from the essence of time itself. This blade, known as the Temporal Blade, could slice through the fabric of reality, enabling its wielder to traverse dimensions and alternate universes.
Chronos, weary of his eternal life and the immense responsibilities it carried, conceived a plan to relinquish his power. He decided to pass on the Temporal Blade and his godly abilities to a mortal worthy of such a mantle. To this end, he devised a competition, comprising seven challenges, each more daunting than the last. The winner would inherit the sword and the god's extraordinary abilities.

Chapter 1: The Call

In a humble village on Earth, lived a young man named Elian. Known for his courage and kind heart, Elian was a blacksmith's apprentice. Despite his modest upbringing, he harbored dreams of adventures beyond the mundane reality of his life.
One fateful night, as Elian worked late at the forge, a blinding light enveloped him. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a vast, celestial hall. At the center stood a majestic figure with a luminous presence.
"Welcome, Elian," the figure intoned, his voice echoing through the hall. "I am Chronos, the god of time. I have chosen you, among others, to compete for my powers and the Temporal Blade."
Elian, though stunned, managed to ask, "Why me?"
Chronos smiled. "Because your heart is pure, and your courage is unmatched. The challenges ahead will test you beyond your limits. Should you succeed, you will wield powers beyond your imagination."

Chapter 2: The Competitors

Elian wasn't alone in this grand hall. Six other individuals from various realms stood around him. Each had been chosen for their unique qualities and strengths:

1. Liora: A fierce warrior princess from the desert realm of Aridia, known for her unmatched combat skills.
2. Finn: A clever thief from the shadowy streets of Nocturna, whose agility and cunning were legendary.
3. Arin: A gentle healer from the lush forests of Eldoria, with a deep connection to nature.
4. Kara: A sorceress from the mystical land of Zephyria, with command over elemental magic.
5. Ragnar: A formidable Viking chieftain from the icy fjords of Norrland, known for his brute strength.
6. Nyx: A mysterious assassin from the twilight world of Umbra, shrouded in secrecy and silence.

Chapter 3: The First Challenge - The Labyrinth of Echoes

Chronos led the competitors to the first challenge, a sprawling labyrinth that seemed to twist and turn in impossible ways. "This is the Labyrinth of Echoes," Chronos explained. "Within its walls, you will face your deepest fears and confront reflections of your past. Only by overcoming these trials will you find the exit."
Elian entered the labyrinth, his heart pounding. The walls seemed alive, whispering his darkest secrets and fears. He saw visions of his past—his parents' death, his struggles, and his failures. Yet, as he faced these specters, he remembered Chronos's words about courage.
Drawing strength from within, Elian confronted each fear head-on. His resolve grew with every step, and eventually, he found the exit. To his relief, he wasn't the first to emerge; Liora, Finn, and Arin were already there. Moments later, the others joined them, each bearing marks of their internal battles.

Chapter 4: The Second Challenge - The Bridge of Despair

The second challenge took place on a narrow bridge suspended over an abyss. Chronos appeared before them, his expression grave. "This is the Bridge of Despair. To cross it, you must confront a vision of your future—a future in which you fail. Only by accepting this potential outcome can you proceed."
As Elian stepped onto the bridge, a harrowing vision engulfed him. He saw himself standing before his village, defeated and broken, his dreams shattered. Despair threatened to consume him, but he remembered the courage that had carried him through the labyrinth.
With great effort, Elian accepted the vision. He understood that failure was a possibility, but it didn't define him. As he reached the other side, he saw that the others were already there, each having faced their own visions.

Chapter 5: The Third Challenge - The Mirror of Truth

The third challenge brought the competitors to a vast chamber filled with mirrors. "This is the Mirror of Truth," Chronos said. "It shows your true self, stripped of all illusions. To move forward, you must accept what you see."
Elian gazed into the mirror, his reflection gradually changing to reveal his deepest flaws and insecurities. He saw his fears of inadequacy and his struggles with self-doubt. Tears filled his eyes, but he didn't look away. Accepting his flaws, he embraced the image before him.
As Elian stepped away from the mirror, he saw the others emerging from their reflections, each looking more resolved. They were growing stronger with every challenge.

Chapter 6: The Fourth Challenge - The River of Memories

The next challenge led them to a tranquil river flowing through a serene valley. "This is the River of Memories," Chronos explained. "You must cross it, but as you do, you will relive your most painful memories. Only by accepting these memories can you reach the other side."
Elian stepped into the river, and instantly, memories flooded his mind—his parents' deaths, his struggles as an orphan, and the moments of despair that had shaped his life. Pain washed over him, but he understood that these memories were part of who he was.
With each step, the burden lightened, and by the time he reached the other side, he felt a profound sense of peace. The others crossed the river as well, their expressions a mixture of pain and acceptance.

Chapter 7: The Fifth Challenge - The Mountain of Resolve

The fifth challenge took the competitors to the base of a towering mountain. "This is the Mountain of Resolve," Chronos said. "To reach the summit, you must push beyond your physical and mental limits. Only those with unyielding determination will succeed."
Elian began the ascent, the path steep and treacherous. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, and his mind wavered under the strain. Yet, he remembered his dreams of adventure and the hope that had brought him this far.
Drawing strength from within, Elian pushed forward, one step at a time. Hours passed, and just as he thought he could go no further, he reached the summit. The others arrived shortly after, their faces etched with exhaustion but also a fierce determination.

Chapter 8: The Sixth Challenge - The Field of Unity

The sixth challenge unfolded in a vast field, where Chronos awaited them. "This is the Field of Unity," he said. "To succeed, you must work together. This challenge will test your ability to cooperate and trust each other."
The competitors faced a series of obstacles that required their combined efforts. Elian, with his blacksmith skills, crafted tools to help them navigate the challenges. Liora and Ragnar used their strength to move boulders, while Finn and Nyx utilized their agility to scout ahead. Kara and Arin provided support with their magic and healing abilities.
Through their combined efforts, they overcame each obstacle, forging bonds of trust and camaraderie. By the time they completed the challenge, they had become a cohesive team.

Chapter 9: The Seventh Challenge - The Final Confrontation

The final challenge took place in a grand arena, where Chronos stood at the center, holding the Temporal Blade. "This is the ultimate test," he declared. "To prove yourself worthy of my powers, you must face me in combat. Only one of you can emerge victorious."
The competitors knew this would be their greatest trial. Elian, despite the friendships he had forged, steeled himself for the battle ahead. One by one, they faced Chronos, each showcasing their unique skills and abilities.
When it was Elian's turn, he felt a surge of determination. He fought with all his might, drawing on everything he had learned from the previous challenges. His strikes were precise, his movements fluid. Chronos, impressed by Elian's growth and spirit, pushed him to his limits.
As the battle reached its climax, Elian managed to disarm Chronos, the Temporal Blade falling at his feet. He stood before the god, breathless but victorious.

Epilogue

Chronos smiled, a look of pride in his eyes. "You have proven yourself worthy, Elian. The Temporal Blade and my powers are yours."
As Elian took the sword, a surge of energy coursed through him. He felt his perception of time expand, his senses heightened. He knew he was now capable of traversing dimensions and altering reality itself.
The other competitors, though disappointed, congratulated Elian. They had come to respect and admire him through their shared trials.
Chronos, now free from his burdens, looked at Elian with a sense of fulfillment. "Use these powers wisely, Elian. Remember the lessons you have learned and the friends you have made."
Elian nodded, the weight of his new responsibilities sinking in. As he prepared to step into his new role, he knew that his adventures were just beginning. With the Temporal Blade in hand, he was ready to explore the infinite possibilities of the multiverse, bringing hope and justice wherever he went.
And so, Elian, the blacksmith's apprentice turned god, embarked on a journey across time and space, his heart filled with courage and determination, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
4oThe Sword of Chronos

Prologue

In the timeless expanse of the cosmos, where universes drift like countless specks of dust in a sunbeam, a god named Chronos reigned supreme. Unlike other deities, Chronos possessed a unique weapon—a sword forged from the essence of time itself. This blade, known as the Temporal Blade, could slice through the fabric of reality, enabling its wielder to traverse dimensions and alternate universes.
Chronos, weary of his eternal life and the immense responsibilities it carried, conceived a plan to relinquish his power. He decided to pass on the Temporal Blade and his godly abilities to a mortal worthy of such a mantle. To this end, he devised a competition, comprising seven challenges, each more daunting than the last. The winner would inherit the sword and the god's extraordinary abilities.

Chapter 1: The Call

In a humble village on Earth, lived a young man named Elian. Known for his courage and kind heart, Elian was a blacksmith's apprentice. Despite his modest upbringing, he harbored dreams of adventures beyond the mundane reality of his life.
One fateful night, as Elian worked late at the forge, a blinding light enveloped him. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a vast, celestial hall. At the center stood a majestic figure with a luminous presence.
"Welcome, Elian," the figure intoned, his voice echoing through the hall. "I am Chronos, the god of time. I have chosen you, among others, to compete for my powers and the Temporal Blade."
Elian, though stunned, managed to ask, "Why me?"
Chronos smiled. "Because your heart is pure, and your courage is unmatched. The challenges ahead will test you beyond your limits. Should you succeed, you will wield powers beyond your imagination."

Chapter 2: The Competitors

Elian wasn't alone in this grand hall. Six other individuals from various realms stood around him. Each had been chosen for their unique qualities and strengths:

1. Liora: A fierce warrior princess from the desert realm of Aridia, known for her unmatched combat skills.
2. Finn: A clever thief from the shadowy streets of Nocturna, whose agility and cunning were legendary.
3. Arin: A gentle healer from the lush forests of Eldoria, with a deep connection to nature.
4. Kara: A sorceress from the mystical land of Zephyria, with command over elemental magic.
5. Ragnar: A formidable Viking chieftain from the icy fjords of Norrland, known for his brute strength.
6. Nyx: A mysterious assassin from the twilight world of Umbra, shrouded in secrecy and silence.

Chapter 3: The First Challenge - The Labyrinth of Echoes

Chronos led the competitors to the first challenge, a sprawling labyrinth that seemed to twist and turn in impossible ways. "This is the Labyrinth of Echoes," Chronos explained. "Within its walls, you will face your deepest fears and confront reflections of your past. Only by overcoming these trials will you find the exit."
Elian entered the labyrinth, his heart pounding. The walls seemed alive, whispering his darkest secrets and fears. He saw visions of his past—his parents' death, his struggles, and his failures. Yet, as he faced these specters, he remembered Chronos's words about courage.
Drawing strength from within, Elian confronted each fear head-on. His resolve grew with every step, and eventually, he found the exit. To his relief, he wasn't the first to emerge; Liora, Finn, and Arin were already there. Moments later, the others joined them, each bearing marks of their internal battles.

Chapter 4: The Second Challenge - The Bridge of Despair

The second challenge took place on a narrow bridge suspended over an abyss. Chronos appeared before them, his expression grave. "This is the Bridge of Despair. To cross it, you must confront a vision of your future—a future in which you fail. Only by accepting this potential outcome can you proceed."
As Elian stepped onto the bridge, a harrowing vision engulfed him. He saw himself standing before his village, defeated and broken, his dreams shattered. Despair threatened to consume him, but he remembered the courage that had carried him through the labyrinth.
With great effort, Elian accepted the vision. He understood that failure was a possibility, but it didn't define him. As he reached the other side, he saw that the others were already there, each having faced their own visions.

Chapter 5: The Third Challenge - The Mirror of Truth

The third challenge brought the competitors to a vast chamber filled with mirrors. "This is the Mirror of Truth," Chronos said. "It shows your true self, stripped of all illusions. To move forward, you must accept what you see."
Elian gazed into the mirror, his reflection gradually changing to reveal his deepest flaws and insecurities. He saw his fears of inadequacy and his struggles with self-doubt. Tears filled his eyes, but he didn't look away. Accepting his flaws, he embraced the image before him.
As Elian stepped away from the mirror, he saw the others emerging from their reflections, each looking more resolved. They were growing stronger with every challenge.

Chapter 6: The Fourth Challenge - The River of Memories

The next challenge led them to a tranquil river flowing through a serene valley. "This is the River of Memories," Chronos explained. "You must cross it, but as you do, you will relive your most painful memories. Only by accepting these memories can you reach the other side."
Elian stepped into the river, and instantly, memories flooded his mind—his parents' deaths, his struggles as an orphan, and the moments of despair that had shaped his life. Pain washed over him, but he understood that these memories were part of who he was.
With each step, the burden lightened, and by the time he reached the other side, he felt a profound sense of peace. The others crossed the river as well, their expressions a mixture of pain and acceptance.

Chapter 7: The Fifth Challenge - The Mountain of Resolve

The fifth challenge took the competitors to the base of a towering mountain. "This is the Mountain of Resolve," Chronos said. "To reach the summit, you must push beyond your physical and mental limits. Only those with unyielding determination will succeed."
Elian began the ascent, the path steep and treacherous. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, and his mind wavered under the strain. Yet, he remembered his dreams of adventure and the hope that had brought him this far.
Drawing strength from within, Elian pushed forward, one step at a time. Hours passed, and just as he thought he could go no further, he reached the summit. The others arrived shortly after, their faces etched with exhaustion but also a fierce determination.

Chapter 8: The Sixth Challenge - The Field of Unity

The sixth challenge unfolded in a vast field, where Chronos awaited them. "This is the Field of Unity," he said. "To succeed, you must work together. This challenge will test your ability to cooperate and trust each other."
The competitors faced a series of obstacles that required their combined efforts. Elian, with his blacksmith skills, crafted tools to help them navigate the challenges. Liora and Ragnar used their strength to move boulders, while Finn and Nyx utilized their agility to scout ahead. Kara and Arin provided support with their magic and healing abilities.
Through their combined efforts, they overcame each obstacle, forging bonds of trust and camaraderie. By the time they completed the challenge, they had become a cohesive team.

Chapter 9: The Seventh Challenge - The Final Confrontation

The final challenge took place in a grand arena, where Chronos stood at the center, holding the Temporal Blade. "This is the ultimate test," he declared. "To prove yourself worthy of my powers, you must face me in combat. Only one of you can emerge victorious."
The competitors knew this would be their greatest trial. Elian, despite the friendships he had forged, steeled himself for the battle ahead. One by one, they faced Chronos, each showcasing their unique skills and abilities.
When it was Elian's turn, he felt a surge of determination. He fought with all his might, drawing on everything he had learned from the previous challenges. His strikes were precise, his movements fluid. Chronos, impressed by Elian's growth and spirit, pushed him to his limits.
As the battle reached its climax, Elian managed to disarm Chronos, the Temporal Blade falling at his feet. He stood before the god, breathless but victorious.

Epilogue

Chronos smiled, a look of pride in his eyes. "You have proven yourself worthy, Elian. The Temporal Blade and my powers are yours."
As Elian took the sword, a surge of energy coursed through him. He felt his perception of time expand, his senses heightened. He knew he was now capable of traversing dimensions and altering reality itself.
The other competitors, though disappointed, congratulated Elian. They had come to respect and admire him through their shared trials.
Chronos, now free from his burdens, looked at Elian with a sense of fulfillment. "Use these powers wisely, Elian. Remember the lessons you have learned and the friends you have made."
Elian nodded, the weight of his new responsibilities sinking in. As he prepared to step into his new role, he knew that his adventures were just beginning. With the Temporal Blade in hand, he was ready to explore the infinite possibilities of the multiverse, bringing hope and justice wherever he went.
And so, Elian, the blacksmith's apprentice turned god, embarked on a journey across time and space, his heart filled with courage and determination, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
PART 2

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…
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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.
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In the shadows of Los Angles , my life unfolded against a backdrop of pain, violence, and uncertainty. From a young age, I was tossed between foster homes, never knowing when I would be uprooted next. Abuse and neglect were my companions, and the streets offered a harsh refuge from the chaos of my childhood.
I was just a child when tragedy struck. My mother, a beacon of light in my tumultuous world, was taken from me in a senseless act of violence. Her absence left a void in my heart that nothing could fill. A month later, my father’s descent into drug addiction plunged me deeper into darkness. He tried to put me in an oven during a meth-fueled rage, an incident that led to his arrest and my placement in foster care.
Foster care was meant to be a sanctuary, but it became another nightmare. Abuse followed me like a shadow, and I spent months grounded, isolated in a corner, with only school as a fleeting escape. The streets called to me, and I found solace in the embrace of gangs. In the heart of Los Angeles, I joined the 18th Street gang, seeking protection and belonging in a world that offered little else.
Amidst the chaos and violence, I found myself drawn to Santa Muerte, the Saint of Death. She was a figure of mystery and reverence, her skeletal form cloaked in robes of white, red, and black. Unlike traditional saints, Santa Muerte welcomed all who sought her guidance, regardless of their past or present circumstances.
I first encountered Santa Muerte in the darkest depths of my life. She became my confidante, my protector, and my guide through the storm. I lit candles in her honor, offered prayers for protection, and sought her intercession in times of despair. In her, I found a source of strength and resilience that I had never known before.
Santa Muerte became a beacon of hope in my life. When I was lost and alone, she provided guidance and reassurance. When I faced danger and uncertainty, she offered protection and safety. Her presence in my life gave me the courage to face my demons and the strength to persevere through the darkest of times.
Through Santa Muerte, I learned the power of faith and the resilience of the human spirit. She taught me that even in the midst of chaos and despair, there is hope. Her unwavering support carried me through the challenges of my youth and guided me towards a path of redemption and healing.
Today, as I reflect on my journey, I see the profound impact that Santa Muerte has had on my life. She was more than just a figure of worship; she was my guardian angel, watching over me and guiding me through the storms. Without her, I do not know if I would have found the strength to survive, let alone thrive, in a world that seemed determined to break me.
Santa Muerte continues to be a central figure in my life. I honor her not out of fear, but out of gratitude for all that she has done for me. She remains a symbol of hope, resilience, and the power of faith in the face of adversity.
As I continue on my journey, I carry Santa Muerte’s lessons with me. She taught me that even in the darkest of times, there is light. She showed me that with faith and perseverance, we can overcome any obstacle. And she reminded me that no matter how far we fall, there is always a chance for redemption.

I've been dating my boyfriend (M31) for over 3 years, and we've lived together for 2 of those years. I'm aware that there is a significant age gap, as I'm (F21). My boyfriend is Korean, and I'm half Japanese, half Spanish. At first, he thought I was too young, but I begged him to stay with me regardless of our age difference. He works full time 6 or 5 days a week & im a student & I work full time as well but the days varies so I’m home more often.
The issue is that I've tried changing almost everything about myself to make him like me, but nothing seems to work. I've changed my personality, clothing, hair, interests, and even tried to be more sexy or cute. However, my boyfriend is not very interested in sex, as I was his first partner and I didn't have much experience either. He said he was never really interested in sex and just likes playing PC games, especially League of Legends. I've tried learning to play, but he gets upset when I'm not a pro at it when he "teaches" me, and he doesn't even last a minute teaching me before getting frustrated.
Before I say anything to him, he sighs and says he doesn't care or that it's stupid. He often assumes I'll say or do something I've never done, and this leads to arguments. He makes me cry both inside and outside the house which is always so embarrassing, but he's never apologized or tried to make me feel better. He just has a cold expression and gets even more annoyed, looking away.
There are times when he is nice and loving, but it's very rare. I get confused when he acts that way, and I forget everything he's done to hurt my feelings. I would never forgive anyone else for the things he's done, but I'm very grateful for all he's done for me, and I always let him know.
I tell him I'm grateful, I tell him he's handsome, I praise him, I love him, I always hug him & caress him. But sometimes, I’ll give him his space for like 3 weeks but it isn’t enough. After a while he’ll come home from work and he’ll go straight to his pc and if I try to cuddle him or kiss him for a few minutes , he gets super mad and annoyed, telling me he just wants to play bc he’s tired.
He never says I'm pretty, but he gets annoyed when guys message me on social media saying they think I'm pretty. I always ask him if he thinks I'm attractive because he never looks at me or says I'm pretty. I don't feel like he finds me attractive at all. When I try on sexy or pretty clothes and ask him if I look good, he'll just say "yeah" or "ugh, I'm playing," without ever looking at me and continue playing his game. He doesn’t look into my eyes!
When I try to talk to him about funny videos or things that happened to me or interest me, he always says, "Ugh, I don't want to hear about that." He says that about everything. It breaks my heart that he's so uninterested in me. I know guys don’t like clothes, makeup, and those kinds of things but fashion interests me a lot and when my partner talks about his interest I feel happy seeing how his face lights up so why does he hate when my face lights up? Why does he ALWAYS turn that smile into tears? Why is he with me if he seems to hate me so much?
I've lost a lot of weight and try to look my best for him, he says that I care about my looks way too much but I feel like he treats me according to how I look. When I ask him why he doesn't pay attention to me, he just says always says "ugh" “ugh” that Korean sound angry Koreans make. It always triggers me. I don't know why he doesn't like me, so I try to fix myself in any way I can. I'm already smart and nice, so I feel like it’s my looks and now I feel extremely insecure with my looks and personality. I starve myself to try to be as pretty/slim as I can, like the girls he had saved on his phone when I had first met him but nothing seems to be enough. He doesn’t have any photos of me either btw. He doesn’t post me though, he doesn’t post anything on social media he only scrolls on Facebook like, a lot.
I get a lot of attention from others, but not at home. He hates that I like TikToks funny cat memes, and other "dumb" stuff, but they're just innocent jokes, and I have nothing else interesting in my life. I'm very lonely because this situation makes me so depressed and it makes me feel stupid and useless. I don't feel like I'll ever be liked/loved by anyone If my own partner doesn't love me.
He yells at me and starts arguments over the simplest things, like sharing something I thought was funny or interesting. It’s never negative or insulting. Everything makes him angry and annoyed. I sometimes feel scared that he'll get too angry and break things again, as he's already broken 4 TVs. I don't even do anything to him; he just gets so angry when I ask for a bit of attention. I just don't understand why. I feel so lonely.

I know, I know... you should be the one responsible for your own happiness, but I've just been finding it really hard lately.
I'm think I need someone who will be sweet and caring, and can say things to me that will keep me smiling for the rest of the day.
I'm not exactly sure what I'm looking for in terms of relationship or length of association or type of association, but just a headsup, I'm just really looking for someone sweet and kind and nice right now. Someone who can talk to me and listen to my woes... because honestly I think on top of being generally dysthymic, I am nursing a broken heart.
A little about me: I'm a medical intern, I work weird hours and spend most of my free time asleep (/escaping sadness), I don't hate what I see in the mirror most days, I like to make people laugh, I know a little about a lot of things because I like to read and watch stuff... that's it for now I guess?
This post isn't the best, but I do hope I get people to respond with more than the generic hi or asking how I'm doing. Please introduce yourself properly so I can gauge if we'll mesh.
That's all.
Hope to read from you in my inbox!

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It had been a few weeks since Altier was brought to the run-down shack that his black-scaled companion likely called home, and he could now comfortably say he was accustomed to the…household’s routine. The kobold typically left at the crack of dawn, returned a little after noon, and occasionally left again to forage until nightfall. When the weather was bad or there wasn’t a particular need for something, they half-heartedly chased their rabbit around for a bit, which usually ended with a bout of quiet petting while everyone got ready for the night. It was always amusing to see the energetic side of what he had come to know as a relatively lazy loaf of an animal. As for the routine of the ferrorabbit in question… Well…it was at least more interesting than expected.
Hoppit would begin his own series of activities as soon as his caretaker left—the first of which being a check of every nook and cranny in the shed. He sniffed at anything that caught his interest, varying from morning to morning, but he gave every object or corner its due attention. Once he was satisfied with that, he would eat some of the ragged plants that made up most of his diet, take a drink from his bowl, then jump onto the tro— table and plop himself down, his ears pivoting towards the door. It was hard to say if the lounging spot had been established before Altier’s arrival, but it was somewhat amusing to pretend that the little rabbit was standing guard over his core—if it wasn’t for one particular part of the morning ritual, that is.
Indeed, the ferrorabbit had a habit of licking the obsidian orb that sat in the middle of the room, which thankfully didn’t seem to perturb the system enough to give Altier a headache. He was confused when it first happened, but it was commonplace enough now that he barely acknowledged it. A part of him liked that he was getting attention as a core, even if it was delivered via a strange grooming method. The closest he got to being acknowledged as something other than ‘the dungeon’ was through an unfortunate misunderstanding that he could never properly rectify. He supposed that was hardly worth thinking about now, though; too much time had passed for there to be anyone left to correct. The little oddity of his mornings would have to suffice.
There wasn’t much to comment on as far as the rest of the day’s happenings. Hoppit would end his loafing by shaking his head and ears in a way that filled the silence with soft clacks, give the core a customary tongue bath, then jump off the table to nose his way out of the shed through a hole that was hidden by the storage cart against the wall. Where the rabbit went was anyone’s guess, but he always returned before anyone noticed he was gone, and often did so while covered in small cuts and scratches. Any blood from the lacerations was quickly licked off before it could be seen by the kobold, and in the event that the scaly caretaker happened to return earlier than expected, Hoppit would scurry over to the bundles of blankets to finish the cleanup in secret.
Today looked to be following the usual pattern. The kobold left bright and early with various gardening tools and a wooden pail, and Hoppit had since set off into the great unknown for one reason or another. Hopefully, he returned less injured than usual. It was frustrating to admit that Altier had begun to grow rather fond of the fluffy creature, and seeing the thing come back hurt was bothersome. Was it off looking for food? There wasn’t a whole lot given to it, so that was a possibility, and it could be getting into fights over whatever it found. That still didn’t explain why the animal was so thin, and Altier didn’t have enough to go off of to think of a potential solution. He wanted to help it in some way, like by summoning a creature to act as an escort, or maybe just by manifesting something edible like he once could. No, he could only stare at the ‘Synchronizing…’ that occupied his menu, wishing he had more information to work with.
He never thought he would miss the bombardment of notifications and their lingering presence that filled the edge of his mental vision; at least with that he could surmise enough to hazard some kind of action. Even knowing why the menu was acting the way it did would be a start. Yet, try as he might, there wasn’t a history for him to reference anymore, and he had nothing to work with. He was confident the last message had asked him to ‘accept’ something, then took his befuddled ponderance as an answer, but he was no closer to an explanation for what it wanted, nor why it prompted him in the first place. He just didn’t have another experience to compare against, since nothing like that had ever happened before. Not that he was ever in much of a position to allow it.
The entire purpose of having Altier inhabit a core was for him to become a dungeon of Decay, which entailed all the skeletons, poisons, acids, and whatever else came to mind when one pictured the concept. ‘Living’ creatures were something he only had the chance to experiment with near the beginning of his new existence, though he never dabbled past the first few insects before transitioning to the mindless undead. Having a thinking, feeling, breathing entity touch his core was a rite reserved only for the adventurers and soldiers that bested his trials, and that was usually a painful experience. Now, he had spent what he could only guess was hours being held by a kobold, followed by having a rabbit bump against him, and neither felt like what he came to expect. Instead, both had led to a completely novel reaction from the system. The strange circumstances put him at a bit of a loss as to what it all meant for him.
Sure, he could dismiss the deluge of errors from his companion’s involvement by pointing to the numerous ‘corrupted’ messages before it, and Hoppit was a part of mostly unexplored territory, but the lack of clarity nagged at the back of his mind constantly. Being exposed to activity after potential decades or centuries of unchanging solitude made him despise the informational dead end. If he couldn’t make sense of the rabbit’s circumstances, then he didn’t have much hope of deciphering the reason for why his system was misbehaving so terribly. He also didn't know much about the one who owned the decrepit holdings he was housed inside.
He still wasn’t sure what drove the kobold to take him from the cave. His suspicion of becoming traded goods fell flat after the first week or so, and he hadn’t noticed any cult-like behaviour, which was promising. Granted, a lack of nefarious behaviour didn’t mean there was a lack of nefarious intent, but he didn’t get the impression his companion held that either. The kobold itself didn’t seem quite settled on an opinion of his core, though it was up for debate if the hesitation was due to knowing what he was or not. They seemed to mull something over before bed each night, yet never reached a satisfactory conclusion, staring at the obsidian orb through weary grey eyes until they eventually forced themselves into sleep.
Whatever the underlying reasoning for his abduction was, he had observed enough to know that the kobold didn’t deserve to live in destitution. As beaten as the shed might be, they cared for it as best they could, and did so without a single groan or grimace of complaint. The floors were cleaned with a tattered rag and fresh water, dust was removed regularly, and any stray mess that Hoppit made was dealt with promptly. They even took the time to wipe off his core, which was possibly where the ferrorabbit got the idea to start licking him. The only time Altier had seen discontent from the kobold was when they didn’t find much during their foraging, and thus couldn’t give any treats to the excited and bouncy herbivore.
He wasn’t aware that a creature’s face could make such a painfully broken expression, and he was quick to decide that he never wanted to see it again.
Vexingly, his metaphorical hands were tied; a dungeon could only influence their Domain, and given the state of his system, not even that option was available to him. All he could do was glare at the rotting wooden beams that held up the roof and remember when such an issue didn’t exist. It would have taken a mere flicker of thought and a paltry sum of mana to mend the struts when he was a proper dungeon. He could even outright reinforce the structure by weaving in other materials, leaving the appearance as it was while making everything stronger than iron. Well, he once could. Working with other affinities was something that came to him after absorbing the coloured motes left behind by adventurers, and the accursed stone that stole his mana had taken that ability as well.
An attempt was made anyway, his will ordering the deteriorated wood to absorb any trace metals from the ground, but it was no use. He couldn’t feel the iron or stones beneath the shed like he would have been able to before, all but confirming his suspicion that his connection to the Earth element had slipped away. Nature was much the same; the only way he knew when Hoppit had returned most days was from the subtle noise and the essence of injury. The other attributes—Air, Flame, Luma, Shadow, and so on—were ones he never experimented with to any real extent, so it was less noticeable when he lost his grasp on them. Perhaps they faded early. Either way, all he had left was a waning cognizance of his own alignment, and that wasn’t of much use to him. If he had any appreciable mana income, then perhaps he could do something, but he wasn’t even sure what the upkeep of his current Domain might be. It was entirely possible that he was running on a deficit, which would offer a reason for why his system had been so—
[Do#$@n Ex@#d$%^&d! CRe@#r H-H-H-HoPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP—]
[Errrrrrr—]
[Sy$%^hroni%^$zing…]
[Creeee-tu— Hoppit ha@$ esttttb-hed terrrrrrr-ity f^#% t$e dun@&$n!]
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“Well then,” he mumbled to himself, taking in the strange scene behind the shed. For one, he could actually view a small distance beyond the structure now, and two, there was a rather proud-looking Hoppit sitting on his haunches before a pair of significantly less prideful examples of the species. They looked quite a bit bigger than the lazy loaf Altier had come to know, yet they were more cut up and dejected than his furry friend. That answered where the injuries had been coming from, he supposed. Hoppit was probably running off to bash heads with whatever animal population existed here beforehand, and they had only just reached a consensus on who was in charge. Impressive.
One of Hoppit’s ears turned back towards the shed, his head following suit as he gave a lagomorph’s approximation of a ‘Look what I did!’ smile. Altier blanked out mentally, but didn’t have time to question anything before the new leader of the local rabbits imperiously pointed a paw towards the surrounding forest, which was equally surreal to witness. Most surprising of all, the…subordinates? The other ferrorabbits did as commanded, keeping their forms small as they took off into the foliage. Soft clacks came from Hoppit’s pleased shake of his head, then he too left the area with only a slightly lopsided bounce to his stride.
The man-turned-core could only gape at what he saw. Were animals always so…expressive? Had Hoppit heard him? What in the world was happening? Why had Hoppit’s personal conquest led to Altier’s Domain expanding?
He lamented not having fingers, nor temples to rub with them. His system was a garbled mess of errors and inconsistent messages, his residence was falling apart at the seams, his companion was someone who abducted him from the dungeon, yet never did anything past that, and his first real experience with an animal was turning out to be more confusing than he thought possible.
All of this was after an unknown amount of time spent commanding legions of undead to strengthen the very people who he would later learn had lied to and manipulated him, making him into a nightmarish entity just to bolster the power of their forces. He almost missed the days spent gazing out of a mossy window. At least then he knew what to expect.
Nothing made sense anymore.
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The soft sound of roots ripping free from soil suddenly stopped, only to be followed by a dull thud of Ceele’s palm slapping against the ground to catch her fall before she landed on her rear. She righted herself with her tail and tossed the stubborn weed into a pile with the others. No matter how many mornings she did this, they always seemed to replace themselves faster than she could remove the pesky things. A sigh slipped from her muzzle as she set about grabbing the next one embedded in the vegetable garden.
Aches and spreading stiffness flared up, but went ignored as she neared the end of her duties, though she was well aware that they would come back with force once she tried to settle down for the day. The impending soreness was an inevitable byproduct of spending so much time working. Still, she knew that if it wasn’t for the kindly old couple that allowed her to call their shed home, she would still be sleeping beneath the stars while making sure nothing tried to get at her Hoppit. Even if it was just a part of the deal, they were owed this much in return, and she would see it done properly.
The sun bore down on her back as she did her usual tasks, which was a departure from the slightly overcast weather as of late. It looked somewhat promising when she checked in the wee hours of the morning, yet as her gardening duties dragged on, so too did the intensity of such a clear sky. A disappointed glance at the empty wooden bucket on the edge of the field was quickly corrected. She hadn’t thought to refill it at the river after watering the crops, and her parched throat was making its protests known, while also reminding her that there wasn’t much water left at home either. One more thing to take care of when she was done.
A gruff cough brought her attention towards the old kobold resting his back against a tree some distance away, safely shaded from the unforgiving rays beaming down. Her displeasure at having yet more to do was hastily wiped away. She was undecided on what to think of the detached audience, but looking so sour while upholding her side of the agreement wouldn’t reflect well on her. Hopefully, he hadn’t seen it. Not that she could tell if he did; he always had the same expression when he watched her work. The elder kobold’s arms were crossed, a finger tapping absently against his bicep, while his tail sat motionless on the grass, the muddy red colour of his scales standing out amongst the greens and browns. ‘Makis,’ was his name, assuming her memory served.
Makis had taken to observing her every so often, usually propping himself against this or that at a distance, the unwavering scowl being as unnerving as it was belying of his age. Somewhat loose skin sagged a bit around his jowls and neck, yet the rest of his face was still taut from how much time he spent examining red-hot metal, and his arms were marred with countless burns and cuts from his profession. He held an oppressive aura, though the crinkles around his eyes and muzzle suggested he smiled as frequently as he glowered, even if Ceele was yet to see the former. There was only the same judgmental expression aimed at her when he was around. She could only hope that he didn’t take offence to some unintended slight, but she didn’t know him well enough to say what might be considered one.
They hadn’t spoken since she took up residence on the outskirts of his land. His wife was the one to introduce them, but it was quickly established that he had no intention of being a chatty individual. He led Ceele to the shed hidden amongst the trees on the edge of the property, then dismissed her with only a grunt coming from the elderly kobold. She supposed that it was for the best. Her experience in socializing was centred around convincing others to employ her, and there hadn’t been much of an opportunity to expand her horizons while living a life on the road. If that had been the end of their interactions, she would have swiftly written the terseness off, but he appeared every few days, taking up residence beneath the shade as he watched her work, never speaking a single word. At least he didn’t openly protest her presence, yet she figured that would be easier to manage. He wouldn’t be such an enigma then.
There wasn’t a whole lot she knew about him besides his penchant for ‘supervision,’ and anything beyond that was what his wife had volunteered during the rare opportunity they had to chat. She was told that Makis worked the smithy out front, and although he had retired from doing so in an official capacity, she could still regularly hear his hammer as she tended to the garden, so she figured he kept himself busy most days. It made her wonder what was so interesting about a vagrant like herself, but when there was so little else to do, she could see how anything could be made worth the attention. It was just him and his wife living in the once bustling home, after all; the couple’s children had long since grown up and made families of their own.
She noticed his gaze shift elsewhere as she tugged yet another stubborn intruder from the soil, his arms falling from across his chest and the perpetually worn displeasure melting to that of curiosity. He wandered off shortly after, and she had to make an effort not to fall onto her tail as the pressure on her shoulders unexpectedly evaporated. Did something happen?
Ceele shook her head free of the distracting thought. It wasn’t her business if he grew bored with watching her work. As long as no one voiced any complaints, she could only assume that she was doing a satisfactory job. Maybe he finally decided that he didn’t need to be so watchful because she was doing well! That could be it, right?
A glance at the somewhat sloppily maintained garden erased the false confidence from her face, but she was just as quick to focus on finishing up, unwilling to allow darker musings to fester. Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be anything else that needed her intervention. The weeds were all uprooted, the soil was appropriately dampened, and her check for pesky insects or wildlife turned up nothing to worry about. She was free for the rest of the day!
…Or she would be free—as soon as she finished the last of her tasks, anyway.
The black-scaled kobold got up from her crouch unsteadily, shivering and wincing from the pins and needles in her legs. She would have to remember to stretch more often; it was far too easy to forgo that kind of thing just to make the overall work go slightly faster. Her hand reached out to grab the pile of weeds and put them into the bucket as she ran through what needed to be done before she could properly relax. Hoppit’s food needed to be washed, she needed to bathe, and they were running low on water anyway, so she would have to visit the river. Just the thought of dragging herself into the forest again made her muscles protest, but she wouldn’t have the energy to do it later. She forced the smile that had started to fall and took the first of many steps.
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The river wasn’t too far away, only taking a few minutes of traipsing through the dense woodlands until she reached her destination. It was an idyllic little spot. The trees thinned out to allow a grassy bank along the water, and there was an appreciably gentle slope from shallows to depths, making for a convenient place to take care of various needs. She had discovered this place during her travels, and it was where a kind older woman found her.
Ceele was washing off at the time, with Hoppit safely taking shelter from the outside underneath the bundled blankets while he waited. The trickle of the stream brushing against rocks covered the sound of footsteps, so she was rather surprised when an aged voice called out to ask if she was okay. Her first reaction was to distance herself and apologize—the why didn’t matter, but she had learned that most people were more lenient of her presence if she seemed apologetic for it, and she usually was. The elderly kobold just laughed at her scrambling, tacking on an assurance that there was no need for modesty. The woman was blind, apparently, which explained how Ceele’s blackened colours hadn’t deterred her.
Strangely enough, there was a comforting sense of ease around the one who introduced herself as Hira. It was a sort of presence that Ceele could only vaguely remember, and it drew her close enough to speak as she finished bathing. The conversation wasn’t anything profound, of course—they hardly delved deeper than surface-level small talk—but Hira lost her smile as she listened to the younger kobold. By the end of it, the old woman posed a series of questions with a dark inflection to her voice, and Ceele struggled to find an answer.
‘Are you tired of looking for something that only slips away? Are you tired of running? Do you really want to be scared and alone?’
If the silence bothered Hira, then it didn’t show. She had simply held out a hand and offered Ceele a way of life that didn’t involve wondering where she would be spending the night, nor entailed cowering in the brush while fearsome predators roamed freely. It would be a simple existence of few fortunes, but it was safe, and it was honest. All she had to do was say yes.
Ceele denied it at first, partially because she knew most people despised Hobbit's species, and partially because she couldn’t shake the offer being too good to be true. Hira was quick to propose a compromise; Ceele could take residence in the gardening shed that had fallen from use, and to satiate the nagging sense of an unfair deal, she would be put in charge of maintaining the garden itself. All Hira wanted was to ‘see’ her favourite space bloom again, since she couldn’t take care of it anymore. The black-scaled kobold stared longingly at where Hoppit was, his little body shivering from the prolonged cold and fear that he would be hurt if he left the blankets hiding him. It was with a heavy guilt that she accepted Hira’s offer, keeping quiet about her true reason for doing so.
That was in the past, however, though she thought about it every time she stopped by and saw the smooth rocks where she and Hira first met. Eventually, she might gather the courage to admit that she was housing a ‘pest’ and beg for forgiveness. Until then, she would just work her hardest to prove it wasn’t a mistake to give her a home. That her endless efforts weren’t meaningless. That Hoppit deserved to be more than a ‘pest.’
That Ceele was more than something she had no control over being.
She cleared her head a bit and started on the reason she came all this way. Her dress was rather easy to wash in the meandering water, and the trees provided a suitable place for it to dry in the sunlight and light breeze. The weeds were fine with a thorough rinse near in the shallows, but taking care of her own hygiene required her to wade farther in, though it only came up to her chest in the middle of the rill. Still, she could scrub off the soil and grime, which was all she really needed. Perhaps some simple soaps would help rid her of the pervasive black that stained her skin and scales, but that was beyond her meagre means for the time being, as well as being mere wishful thinking.
She worked past the dreary mindset that settled in when she allowed it, focusing on how serene the river was. The soft birdsong from the trees helped make for a peaceful experience, and she could feel the somewhat chilled liquid basically pour into the aches and pains throughout her body, washing away the stiffness from spending so long under the unerring sun. It was nice to escape reality and let thoughts drift while held buoyant by calmer waters.
Yet the bliss was short-lived. Even if winter was gone, spring was still far from warming the waters enough for her to laze about for too long. She dragged herself from the soft current and fetched her dress from the low-lying branch she left it to dry on. It was still a touch damp, but it wasn’t anything a bit of time in front of the fireplace wouldn’t fix.
Ceele was only a short distance away from home when she heard a gravelly male voice, but it was the flicker of sight between the trees that made her drop what was in her arms and lunge into a sprint.
Makis stood just outside the gardening shed, a ferrorabbit held at arm’s length by rusty crimson hands placed on the scruff and haunch, the rabbit’s little ears flattened as fear filled its tiny face. Her eyes widened further when she noticed the small stains of blood in his light brown fur. They found out about him. Ephemeral claws of blackness clutched at her soul, ripping the very fabric she was made of as an unseen beast smiled, eager to take yet one more thing from her. Her Hoppit. Her baby. Her everything.
“Hoppit!” she shrieked, her words all but tearing out of her throat in desperation. Frozen blood coursed through her veins, yet poured into exhausted limbs. She broke through the treeline with no regard for the branches slashing against her flesh, panic making each sting fade before it could be processed. The grizzled glare of the older kobold snapped towards her, his usual scowl picking up an actual air of intensity that she never thought could be absent, the promise of violence lurking in his eyes. She skidded to a stop a few paces away, the lump in her throat threatening to clog her airway. “S-stop hurting him!”
“Didn’t,” he barked back, his tone even yet firm. “Cuts ain’t me. I’d’a done worse if’a had ta mind ta.”
The blatant declaration snapped her from blind panic, although his apparent anger didn’t do her fear any favours. “B-but… Then how…”
“‘Hoppit.’ Named it, did’cha?” he grunted, ignoring her confusion and bobbing the rabbit to get her attention again. His gaze shifted back to the animal, the flames of ire cooling slightly. “I was wonderin’ why yer plots ain’t dead yet. Suppose this critter’s why.”
One of her hands hesitantly reached out until she pulled it back, while the other clutched at her chest to stop her heart from hammering against her ribs. She couldn’t act rashly. Not while her baby was in his arms. “I—”
“Soft thing, ain’t it,” the elder kobold commented curiously, cutting her off.
“Y-yes?” she returned reluctantly, struggling to stop herself from lashing out to reclaim the ferrorabbit in his grasp.
“Like fine silk.” Makis tipped and tilted the animal, inspecting this and that with a deep-seated frown, all while Hoppit silently looked to her for help. The pit in her stomach grew. She needed to get him back, but how?
Ceele swallowed the dense dread as she tried to formulate some sort of plan, stumbling over her words and forced smile. “I-it’s nice! Isn’t it nice?”
His eyes snapped back to burrow into her own with hatred. “Wasn’t a compliment, girly.”
“B-but you—”
He released Hoppit’s lower half to jab a claw at the various spikes around his body, plying them with minimal force. “Look. See this? These’r suppose ta break bone. ‘Specially when he’s stiff like this. Ain’t no way I should be able ta bend ‘em. He’s barely more than a walkin’ carcass—all skin ‘n stick. He’s gonna get picked up by a wandering pecker if he keeps pissin’ about out ‘ere. It’s a wonder he’s still kickin’. What’cha feeding ‘em?” His gaze dropped from her face to the rest of her, disgust curling his muzzle into a snarl. “N’ver mind. I can guess.”
She felt the dampness build at the edges of her vision, unprepared to not only worry for Hoppit's immediate health, but also to face such harsh criticism while she was so vulnerable. “I… I try to make sure he has…”
Makis crouched to release the ferrorabbit onto the ground, Ceele dropping to her knees the moment he did. The terrified lagomorph wasted no time, bolting towards his adoptive mother and leaping into her arms, shaking uncontrollably. The rust-coloured ‘bold stared as she started soothingly stroking the animal’s back.
“Yer given’ em the weeds, aren’t ya?” he stated rather than asked. She gave a teary nod when her voice wouldn’t respond for her. The old kobold drew a breath, letting it go in an exasperated sigh as he stood back up, his expression becoming more impatient than antagonistic. “What else?”
“I— Um…”
“What. Else?”
“W-whatever I c-can find!” she sputtered out. Hoppit tried to hide against her neck, prompting her to tighten her hold. She couldn’t stop herself from shrinking, the guilt and confusion pulling her head down. “R-roots, vegetables, fruits… I give them as often as I can.”
His glare continued unimpeded, his cadence cold. “That it?”
There were a million things Ceele wanted to say. A part of her wanted to beg him not to kick them out of the first safe place she had in longer than she could remember, but she couldn’t find the words. She wanted to deny the judgmental tone that stabbed into her insecurity surrounding how good of a job she was doing with Hoppit, but the deadened void in her chest swallowed her pride whole. She knew he was right to critique her. That she was failing in the only thing that mattered anymore. That the feeling of loss would return.
“I try,” she whispered through the beginnings of a sob. “I try to find more, but he needs someone around, and I have to work the garden, so there’s only so much time I can spend looking. He won’t even eat all of what I bring back…” Tears dripped off her cheeks as she aimed a desolate smile at her furry friend. “He wants to make sure I have some too.”
“Yer killin’ em,” Makis pointed out plainly, crossing his arms. “He’ll be dead ‘fore the summer at this rate.”
“I know!” she shouted, forcing back the memories of insidious murmurs that lurked in the back of her mind, eager to creep into her ears again. The hate-filled stares that followed her, the rumours that arrived in towns before she had the chance to make an impression, and the guilt that loomed over her like an executioner's axe… “I know I am… I just… I don’t know what he needs. I don’t know how to make him happy…but I try. I’m trying…”
“…Yer an idiot, girly.”
She looked up to see the elder kobold walking away without another word. Her eyes fell to Hoppit, the ferrorabbit pressing himself against her as much as he could. He was small, thin, soft, and growing weaker by the day, but he never let it keep him down for long. No, he always showed his best for her, giving her joy that wasn’t provided anywhere else. She saw the thin cuts and dried blood, though she didn’t know where they came from, nor how he got out of the shed in the first place. But that was okay. Hoppit was okay, and she had Hoppit, so everything was okay, right?
…But how much longer would everything stay okay? How much longer until her efforts weren’t enough, and she was left desperately reaching for fading memories of what once was? How much longer until she killed her baby too?
How much longer until she was alone again?
Soft footsteps drew near, pulling her from the spiralling thoughts that threatened to gnaw at her soul. Damp, blurry eyes fell on Makis returning with a small wooden crate, the older kobold stopping a few steps away. He dropped the box, a deep, rattling thud produced as it impacted the ground, making Hoppit flinch in her arms. Ceele blinked as she kept him calm, then blinked again, looking up at the man for answers.
“The name, girly,” he spat in irritation. “Ferrorabbit. Ther’ Earth aligned creatures; they need metals. They don’t care where they get it, but they need lots of it. Iron, copper, tin, lead—raw crystal, if they can find it. You name it, they’ll take a chunk out of it. It's why they bother farmers so much; the best soil’s usually top’a gem deposits, ‘n the little bastards have no issue burrowing deep to get it. Dries up the element’s energy ‘n makes the crops weak.”
Ceele’s mouth opened and closed, each unsuccessful attempt to speak making her feel smaller and smaller. More and more lost. Why was he telling her this? How did he know? What was in the—
He kicked the crate with the side of his foot. “Scraps. Don’t’cha look at me like that. I’m a smith, girly. I might be old and retired, but I still work a forge. Now, this ain’t anything pure—it’s just slag and hunks—but I’m sure the critter won’t mind. Your little gardenin’ project pays off, ‘n I’ll see which of my contacts can get in some better ore.”
She ripped her eyes away from the box and met the perpetual scowl of the old kobold, seeing a warmth behind the hostility that she had never noticed before. “…Why?”
He scoffed in amusement, which looked somewhat menacing on such a hardened expression. “Yer a touch stupid, girly, but the missus adores ya, ‘n yer a good worker.” A shadow of a smile formed on his face. “Hira spent more evenings asking ‘bout how the plots are doin’ than I got time in the day. She’d bite my head off if I noticed a critter like that sufferin’ and didn’t lend a hand. ‘Specially when it’s obvious you ain’t tryin’ ta hurt the thing.”
“B-but the garden… Isn’t he a problem?”
Makis rolled his eyes, turning with a dismissive wave of his hand. “If he was, he’da killed it by now. I’d say he’s been keepin’ the others clear ‘n got scratched up for the trouble. That’s more reason to feed ‘em right in my eyes; pay the poor bastard his dues.” He paused after a few steps, shooting her one last incredulous glance. “‘N the rabbit’s right. You’re not much better off than he is. Eat. Before the missus takes my head, preferably. I ain’t need ta hear her worryin’ over you more than I already do.”
And with that, he walked off back to the house, leaving Ceele to sit stunned on the ground with Hoppit quietly nuzzling into her.
“Hoppit…?”
The ferrorabbit perked an ear and gently licked her collar. Fresh tears ran rivulets down her face, yet they didn’t weigh her down. They felt freeing. She adjusted her hold on the rabbit and held him out, taking in the small cuts and numerous other injuries she had never noticed before. He stared back at her with worried eyes.
“You’ve been busy, huh?” she cooed quietly, doing her best to keep her voice from cracking. He shrunk in her hands. “I told you to stay home, baby. What if something happened to you? I wouldn’t know where you went, and…”
Her protests died out as she saw what was unmistakably guilt on his little face. She brought him back to her chest and cleared her throat.
“It’s alright, Hoppit. If… If you want to help momma, then we can work together, okay? Just…please don’t go off getting hurt… I don’t know what I’d do without you…” The rabbit didn’t reply, and she was pretty sure she had never heard him make any sounds that weren’t his happy little ear clacks, but she chose to interpret the nuzzling as an agreement. “Such a smart boy…”
She took a breath and wiped off the excess moisture from her cheeks, setting Hoppit down on the ground. “Let’s bring Mr. Makis’ gift in, and then I need to go get more water so we can clean you up, okay?”
He bounced his way to the door of their home, waiting patiently for her to lug the surprisingly heavy crate into the shed. He was even still behaving himself by the time she returned from picking up the things she dropped in her haste. There wasn’t a single protest from the ferrorabbit as she washed over his wounds with warm water, nor when she asked him to wait as she cut up a small salad for him using an extra portion of her rationed vegetables. Finally, once everything else was gone, she tentatively sifted through the box until she found a chunk of something that didn’t look so sharp, then offered it to Hoppit skeptically.
As startling as it was to see him bite through metal without issue, she couldn’t help but tear up again at how pleased he looked with the bizarre addition to his diet. He munched through the first piece, then stared at the box while pawing at the air, asking for more. She obliged through wet laughs, feeling lighter than she had since he first gazed at her from his burrow, alone and afraid, just like she was.
Her little baby was happy, and that made it okay.
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John's Revelation can be divided into several parts in which the periods of the past, present and future are described:
The past is described in the first chapter and there we have a description of the glorified Christ, the present is described from the second to the fifth and that is the period of the Church, and in this part there is one part that is also the future for us because it has not yet happened and it refers to the Church that is in heaven and the events described from the sixth chapter onwards are future.
For a better understanding of God's plan and program until the end of time, we will study Daniel's prophecy, which will facilitate our understanding of the events that were revealed to John.
"Seventy weeks have been determined for your people and your holy city to finish transgression and to disappear sin and to cleanse iniquity and to bring eternal justice, and to seal apparitions and prophecy, and to anoint the Holy of Holies. Therefore, know and understand: From the time the word goes out that Jerusalem will be rebuilt until the anointed duke will be seven weeks, and sixty-two weeks for the streets and walls to be built again, and that in a difficult time. And after those sixty-two weeks, the anointed will be executed and nothing will remain to him; the voivode's people will come and destroy the city and the sanctuary; and its end will be with a flood, and certain desolation will be until the end of the war. And he will establish a covenant with many for a week, and in the middle of the week he will abolish the sacrifice and the offering; and with hateful wings, which make desolation, until the appointed end, it will be poured out on the desolation"
Daniel 9:24-27
Danilo was a prophet, a Jew, and he was a slave in Babylon with the rest of the people, but in addition to the torments he had in slavery, he was also interested in the fate of his people Israel and the holy city of Jerusalem. That's how Danilo read Jeremiah's prophecy about his people.
"And all that land will be desolation and wonder, and those nations will serve the king of Babylon for seventy years.
And when seventy years are completed, then I will visit the king of Babylon and that nation, says the Lord, for their iniquities, and the land of the Chaldeans, and I will turn it into an eternal desolation."
Jeremiah 25:11-12
and he saw that God had appointed Judah to be in captivity for seventy years and then he counted the time spent in Babylonian captivity and concluded that the end of this time is near. It is written:
,,. In the first year of Darius, the son of Ahasuerus of the tribe of Midian, who reigned over the kingdom of the Chaldeans,
In the first year of his reign, I, Danilo, understood from the books the number of years, which the Lord had told Jeremiah the prophet that would end with the ruins of Jerusalem, seventy years.
Daniel 9:1-3
And God sends an angel to the prophet Daniel with an announcement
"And while I was still speaking and praying and confessing my sin and the sin of my people Israel, and I fell down praying before the Lord my God for the holy mountain of my God. they flew quickly and touched me about the evening sacrifice. And he taught me and spoke with me and said: Danilo, now I came out to reason with you. At the beginning of your prayer, the word came out, and I came to tell you, because you are kind; therefore listen to the word, and understand the apparition. Seventy weeks are appointed for your people and for your holy city..."
Daniel 9:20-24
At the end of this quote, we see that it says "ordained to your people", which means that what God says (in this case, determined) no one can change. So this refers to Daniel's people and the holy city, which are the people of Israel and the city Jerusalem and this is not designated either for the Gentiles or for the Church of Christ.
,,Seventy weeks are determined for your people and your holy city" and in the new translation it says,,,Seventy weeks are determined for your people and your holy city"
Since this is about the Jews, let's see how they divided time. The Jews divided time into seven intervals, so they had a week of days (week of days).
"Work for six days, and finish all your work. And the seventh day is a rest for the Lord your God; then do no work, neither you, nor your son, nor your daughter, nor your manservant, nor your maidservant, nor your livestock, nor the stranger who is within your gates."
Exod.20:9-10
The next thing they used was a week of years and they also called it Saturday years or a week (week).
"Six years sow your field, and six years cut your vineyard and gather the harvest. And let the seventh year be a sabbath for rest for the earth, the sabbath of the Lord; do not sow in your field or prune your vineyard."
Levit. 25:3-4
and in the end they had a week for seven years
"And count seven sevenths of years, seven times seven years, so that seven sevenths of your years will be forty-nine years"
Levit. 25:8
We saw how the Jews used time intervals, and now let's see what happened to Daniel
"Seventy weeks are determined for your people and your holy city..." God announces to Daniel that there are still seventy determined weeks to fulfill God's plan with Israel and Jerusalem and the promises that God made since Abraham.
This is certainly not about a week of days, because that would be four hundred and ninety days, but about seventy weeks of years, that is, about four hundred and ninety years.
The next thing Daniel needed to understand was the details that would be fulfilled in these seventy specific weeks and also what would be at the end when these seventy weeks were over.
We read in Daniel:
"Seventy weeks have been determined for your people and your holy city to finish transgression and to disappear sin and to cleanse iniquity and to bring eternal justice, and to seal apparitions and prophecy, and to anoint the Holy of Holies"
"Seventy weeks have been determined for your people and your holy city to end the transgression"
We have seen that the prophecy refers to Israel, and the greatest transgression that Israel has ever committed is the rejection of the Lord Jesus Christ as Savior. This transgression was committed by the Israelites when the "sixty-nine weeks" were over, and in the prophecy we read about it: "he will be executed" anointed "
The anointed one is Messiah in Jewish and Christ in Greek. From this transgression, the Jews who believe in Christ will be saved in the last week, which lasts seven years, and that is seven years of great tribulation. According to the prophecy, during the great tribulation, there will be a great awakening and then a hundred forty-four thousand Jewish missionaries to preach the word of God (revelation of the seventh chapter). In Romans we read about it:
"And thus will all Israel be saved, as it is written: A Deliverer will come from Zion and turn away wickedness from Jacob"
Rom. 11:26
and only at the end of the great tribulation will the rest be converted and only when Christ comes will the transgression of Israel be completed and
other details that Danilo should have understood, he writes, "and for the sin to disappear"
Only when Israel receives Christ through faith in Christ will their sins be cleansed, and we can read about that:
"And this is my promise to them when I take away their sins."
Rom. 11:27
and the third detail is "and to cleanse iniquity" and that will happen when Christ comes and we read about it in the Gospel according to Matthew:
"The Son of Man will send his angels, and will gather out of his kingdom all those who stumble and do lawlessness"
Matt. 13:41
And when these negative things are removed in the text, we also read positive changes and relationships that will be established.
"and to bring eternal justice," this is what the whole world longs for, but that will not happen until Christ comes. And when Christ comes, the problem of transgression, sin, infidelity, iniquity and scandal will be solved, and only then will it be established eternal justice in Christ's kingdom. In Luke's Gospel, it is written that God announced the following to Mary;
,,. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High, and the Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David; And he will reign in the house of Jacob forever, and there will be no end to his kingdom."
Luke 1:32-33
"and to seal the apparition and the prophecy," we know from the Bible that many visions and prophecies are related to Israel and many of these prophecies have been fulfilled, but not all of them and will finally be fulfilled when Christ comes because it says,, and to be sealed " means it will be fully fulfilled and there will be no more need for prophets and prophecies.
And the last detail that Daniel should have understood in a positive context is: "to help the Holy of Holies". to the saints" (it is written about this in the book of the prophet Ezekiel from chapters 40 to 48) and when the seventy weeks are over and Christ comes to earth, there will be a consecration of this temple (anointing means consecration)
"Seventy weeks are determined for your people and your holy city" we could write this differently, "four hundred and ninety years are determined for your people and your holy city" and from when these four hundred and ninety years are counted, it says:
"Therefore know and understand: From the time the word goes out that Jerusalem will be rebuilt until the anointed duke will be seven weeks, and sixty-two weeks for the streets and walls to be built again, and that in a difficult time." but a better and clearer translation is in the edition Realities, Zagreb:
"Know and understand: From the time when the word "Let them return and let them rebuild Jerusalem" goes out until the Prince of the Anointed: seven weeks, and then sixty-two weeks, and the square and the moat will be built again, and that in a difficult time ." and the English translation reads
"from the issuing of the command to rebuild Jerusalem until the Anointed Duke, there will be seven weeks and sixty-two weeks: the streets will be built again, and the walls, and that in a difficult time."
according to this, this simplicity is divided into three parts: seven weeks, sixty-two weeks and one week, so a total of seventy.
The counting begins,, Since the word came out that Jerusalem is being built again "There are disagreements and various interpretations regarding the beginning of the counting, but what the Bible indicates is that the "decree on the building of Jerusalem" is counted from when Artaxerxes issued the command and permission to Nehemiah to builds the walls of Jerusalem. We read about it in the book of Nehemiah.
"And in the month of Nisan, in the twentieth year of Artaxerxes the king, there was wine before him, and I took the wine and gave it to the king. And before I was not cheerful in front of him. And the king said to me: Why are you looking cheerful when you are not sick? It is nothing but sadness in the heart. And I was very scared. And I said to the king: May the king live forever! How could I not have a cheerful face, when the city where the graves of my fathers are laid waste and its gates burned with fire? And the king said to me: What do you want? Then I prayed to God in heaven, and I said to the king: If it pleases the king and if your servant is dear to you, send me to Judea to the city where the graves of my fathers are, so that I can build it. And the king said to me, and his wife was sitting next to him: How long will you need for the journey, and when will you return? And it pleased the king, and he let me go when I told him the time. Then I said to the king: If it pleases the king, let me be given a book on the princes across the river to accompany me until I come to Judea,
And a book on Asaph, the keeper of the king's forest, to give me wood for the logs for the door of the court next to the house of God and for the city wall and for the house I will enter. And the king gave me, because the good hand of my God was upon me.
And so I came with the princes across the river, and gave them the books of the emperor. And the king sent princes and horsemen with me. And when Sanavalat the Oronian and Tobias the servant of Ammonite heard this, they hated it very much that a man had come to take care of the children of Israel. Then I came to Jerusalem, and I stayed there for three days. So I got up at night. with a few people, and I told no one what my God had put in my heart to do in Jerusalem; and I have no horse with me except the one on which I am riding. And I went out at night to the gate of the valley, to the dragon's spring, and to the festering gate, and I looked at the walls of Jerusalem, how they were broken down and how the gates were burned with fire. From there I passed to the spring gate and to the imperial lake, and there was no place for yarn to slip under me. So I rode along the stream at night and looked around the wall, then I returned to the gate of the valley, and so I came back."
Nehemiah 2:1-15
and in the sixth chapter we read:
"And so the wall was completed on the twenty-fifth day of the month of Elul in fifty-two days."
Nehemiah 6:15
and in the sixth chapter we read:
"And so the wall was completed on the twenty-fifth day of the month of Elul in fifty-two days."
Nehemiah 6:15
Artaxerxes gave this permission, which means that "Danilo's weeks" are counted from then.
The first part of this prophecy is "seven weeks" or forty-nine gidins, and during this time the Jews completed the construction of the Jerusalem wall, and the second part is "sixty-two weeks" and that is four hundred and thirty-four years, a total of four hundred and eighty-three year and after this, something should happen. This period in Jewish history is also called the "difficult time" because God did not appear from Malachi until John the Baptist, and in the time of John the Baptist, the Jews were under the occupation of the Romans,
"And after those sixty-two weeks, the Anointed One will be executed," so God foretold to Daniel the crucifixion of Christ on the cross in this way.
John the Baptist, the apostles and Christ spoke
"And they said: Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is near"
Matt. 3:2
"From that time Jesus began to teach and say: Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand."
Matt. 4:17
"And Peter said to them: Repent, and be baptized each of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of sins; and you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit;"
Acts 2:38
"Repent, therefore, and turn to be cleansed of your sins, so that the times of rest from the face of the Lord may come."
Acts 3:19
If the Jews had listened to what they were saying, another week would have passed and seven years would have passed and eternal justice would have come as it was prophesied.
"Whom, then, is heaven worthy to receive until the time when everything is restored, which God has spoken through the mouth of all his holy prophets since the creation of the world."
Acts 3:21

Life...
Sometimes it’s beautiful, and at times it’s filled with the demon of miseries.
Life...
Sometimes it brings people who fill your eyes with tears, and at times it brings people who will light up your face with their smile.
And I am one such lucky person who is blessed to see the brighter sunshine after the dark night dozed off to deep slumber.
Her profile read Neha Verma… (name changed)
Yes, I call her my Neha...
The Beginning:
Sounak: Hi Neha
Neha: Hi Sounak
Sounak: I am not that fond of superhero movies, but I genuinely liked your profile (Her bio read, I like superhero movies)
Neha: That’s not a problem, Sounak.
And thus began our story, with shaadi.com playing the role of Cupid.
Days Turn into Weeks:
Day 1, 2, 3… 30
It all started with a 5-minute call, and gradually, I started seeing her face on the small screen every night before dozing off to deep sleep.
It started with liking her voice, and slowly that progressed to needing to hear her voice before sleeping, gazing at her face while she bid me goodnight in a soft voice.
Sounak: What is your idea of a romantic date, Neha?
Neha: Enjoying cutting chai beside a roadside stall during the monsoon.
Sounak: Wouldn't you prefer a cafe?
Neha: I just need the person I love beside me to feel good.
I always dreamt of sitting beside someone in a roadside stall enjoying the soothing sound of rain. That day, I felt someone whispering in my ears, "Wish granted."
Navigating Challenges:
Day 31, 32, 33… 45
It’s all cozy in the beginning, but things get difficult sometimes. We all give up at those times.
Sounak: Are you really over him? I don’t think so.
Neha: (while sobbing) Yes, I am over him. What shall I do to make you believe?
I was being difficult that day. She didn’t give up on me; she explained everything patiently while I listened.
It’s very easy to give up on somebody, but what’s more difficult is to hold on to the person and hug them tightly when situations get difficult. And I am lucky to have someone who holds on to me.
Deepening the Bond:
Day 45, 50… 55… 60
Sounak: (revealing my past life battles)
Neha: I understand every bit of you, Sounak. I can see the gem you are through the scars life has given you.
Life will gift you scars, but I was lucky enough to get somebody who empathizes with those wounds and heals them just by their mere presence.
We spoke with our parents, each other’s parents… they met both of us, and our marriage got fixed.
Planning the Future:
Day 61, 62… Day 90
Sounak: You can try this lehenga for our wedding.
Gradually, Neha became Sounak’s Neha.
Neha: This sherwani will look good on you, Sounak. I will gift you this.
And with that, our marriage planning began… our families started making the invitation list…
Facing Unforeseen Challenges:
One day...
Neha: What happened, babu? Is anything bothering you?
(She could recognize if something troubled me just by looking at me.)
Sounak: Neha, my parents are getting divorced. I don’t want to take anything from my father. I won’t be able to give you the wedding we planned.
Neha: Babu, I just want you. Even if you keep me beside a roadside small house, I will live happily as long as you are beside me holding my hands.
I don’t want a grand wedding; I just want you in my life to be happy.
Grateful for the Journey:
Day 90… 100… 120
We all have had our hearts broken at some point. But her sweet smile joined those broken pieces and healed them.
We all want somebody who will understand us, love us unconditionally, and hug us tightly when we get difficult.
And I am thankful to life to have finally got one angel in the form of her.
And we finally got a registry marriage next month.
Life doesn’t always go as we have planned. But what matters is do we hold on to each other when things get difficult.
Someone said, if it’s love it will find a way... and it did.
Finally, the day arrived when we officially became,
Mr. and Mrs. :)
and it's been three and a half years since then.
For those struggling to find love on arranged marriage sites, remember that patience and understanding can lead to something beautiful. Keep believing in the process and stay true to yourself.

I am a woman in my mid 20’s, I’m 5’5”, and about 145 pounds. I do not smoke.
To give this some context, I have been diagnosed Fibromyalgia and endometriosis. I also have some record of an occasional arrhythmia. Sometimes I will experience weird symptoms and I’m not sure if it is just my fibro having a new thing or if something else is wrong. (This is also definitely not pregnancy symptoms, I am not sexually active.)
This past Monday I did Hot Yoga for the first time and it was ROUGH. Got very dizzy and almost threw up but I was fine. Ever since then I have been feeling nauseous each day. I think it’s possible that it’s from eating, because I experienced the nausea soon after eating, but it could be a coincidence because there’s just something in my stomach. And then today I started to feel dizzy and lightheaded as well as nauseous after eating.
Some cause possibilities: - If it’s not from eating food, I’m wondering if maybe it’s the hot yoga? Maybe I overexerted myself? - I also might have some kind of ankle or foot injury. Recently, also this week, when I walk on my foot, there will randomly be shooting pain up my leg in certain spots. And here’s the thing. People say “oh you would know if it was broken.” But I didn’t know that my knee was completely dislocated for a month and a half. I just thought it was normal pain. I’m getting that checked next week, but I’m wondering if maybe I did something to my foot and it’s making me nauseous? -another thought that I had is maybe it’s something to do with my heart. I know that fibromyalgia can cause heart arrhythmias. Last year I had to go to the ER because my doctor thought I was having a heart attack, turns out it was just an arrhythmia. This was confirmed by several different doctors during other appointments. Around the time that I was getting tested for those heart things, I had gotten dizzy and lightheaded several times. But after having a heart monitor for an entire month (last July), they didn’t spot a single arrhythmia, so maybe it’s just a June thing?
The symptoms I’ve been experiencing have been uncomfortable and kind of worrying. I don’t like being scared of passing out, especially when I need to drive places. I was considering taking myself to the ER tonight, but the dizziness eventually went away. My neurologist for my fibromyalgia has told me to be hyper vigilant so that I don’t get myself into another situation where I actually gave a symptom unrelated to my fibro and it goes untreated. (I had to have knee surgery recently because my knee was messed up for so long and I didn’t do anything.) I’m just not sure who to go to? I get a lot of doctors who tell me my labs are normal and it’s disheartening.

Hello! New reddit user here (first post ever). I'm 19F, about to end my freshmen year in college. Let me start off by saying that procrastination has never really bothered me in the past. I would delay sh t but still always find a way to get them done within deadline by the end of the day. I guess this made me complacent and lazy in the long run, since I never exerted too much effort thinking things would always work out. Now that I'm in college, studying at one of the most prestigious universities in my country (crazy ik how did i get here), trying to balance finding work with school, I feel like I've reached a point where I've just let go of myself.
My body clock is broken, I'm always cramming (sometimes I would even miss deadlines), I feel insecure again, and I don't want to see my friends. To get back on track, I enrolled myself in a gym, got myself enrolled in workshops for work, tried to book freelance gigs, build my life- academically and personally, but I just don't seem to have the energy to actually stay consistent. I end up doing things half heartedly after working hard for a moment or two (though I know I can do better) and feel like I'm constantly wasting my opportunities. I don't know if this is just being lazy or if there is something wrong with me. I just know I can do better. What can I do to fix myself?