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2024.06.09 21:53 allthedarkspaces it crawls
Like all haunted house stories, this took place right after I moved in. Cliché, right? My wife and I saved up enough money from our rental to finally put down on a house of our own. So we moved in and everything seemed right...at first.
It wasn’t until later that I realized there were warning signs. The seller seemed really anxious to close, and we were offered a much cheaper price than we expected for the space we got. While there was a moment of doubt, we brushed it off as some weird circumstance that ended in a great deal for us.
How could we possibly pass that up?
The strange occurrences were small at first. I would be up late watching TV and swore I heard something. I’d pause the show and make out what sounded like dragging noises. After investigating, I wouldn’t find anything. Even stranger was that no matter where I walked in the house, the noise always sounded the same distance away. When I focused on it, I noticed the particular noise was rhythmic.
Tap, tap...sliiiiiiide.
It was like that every single time. My wife never heard it, it was only me. None of us believe in ghosts, mind you. But as I said before it was a small thing, so I brushed it off.
One night, I woke up in a startle. I listened intently but could hear nothing. I decided to grab a late night snack from the kitchen since I was awake anyway.
Halfway down the hall, I heard something. This time, it sounded like dirt being sifted und. I knelt down and swore that the sound was louder. Before I knew it, I had my ear pressed to the hardwood floor, listening intently.
Schht, schht.....sccchhhhhhh...
I jumped up from the floor. It was that same pattern of noises, but this time it sounded like someone in the dirt. Trying to ignore the chills washing over me, I took a step towards the kitchen when…
…something grabbed my ankle.
I fell forward, almost busting my chin on the floor.
“What the...”
Flipping over, I turned to face my assailant, but there was no one behind me. I brushed it off and chalked it up to poor balance from a sleep-hangover. My wife got a good chuckle out of that one.
After that, the house began to feel.....heavier. It was this weight over me that would come and go. This was accompanied by feeling cold no matter how much we turned up the heat, and this was the middle of the summer. Even stranger, the cold seemed to only be in certain spots, particularly on the floor itself. I liked to walk around barefoot no matter what time of year it was, but it was even too cold for me.
Another night, I woke up again. My ears stood at attention, but couldn’t hear any evidence of what woke me up. I got up just like before, except I never made it to the kitchen.
I only made if halfway down our hall before I suddenly felt a horrible pain in my right leg. I had to limp to keep moving, then my other leg was wracked with a wave of pain. It was so bad I found myself face down on the ground, writhing in agony.
Then I heard it again…that awful succession of noises.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
The sliding sound was coming from the hardwood floor this time, not from underneath. And the sound was getting closer and closer until...
I watched in horror as a hand came around the corner in front of me. It was soon joined by another, and they tugged at the floor. My heart hammered in my chest as a person slowly came into view.
It was a woman with long black hair, her disheveled clothing smeared with dirt and hanging off in shreds. Her mouth was crudely stitched shut. She looked up at me with empty, lost eyes and I instantly felt a lifetime of pain and misery. It took my breath away, and I had to focus on my breathing to keep myself from fainting.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
That awful sound repeated as she grabbed the floor and pulled herself towards me. I was in a terrified trance, eyes locked with her as she slowly closed the distance. I could now see that she dragged herself because her legs were horribly mangled. A low moan emanated from her throat, sending ice through my veins.
Her very presence seemed to drain me, and I couldn’t move no matter how hard I tried. She made this awful gurgling sound as she got within arm’s reach. In seconds, her face was right up to mine. I tried to scream, but couldn’t make any sound.
Then...I woke up.
“AAAAHHhhh!” I shouted as I sprang up in bed.
My wife tried to console me, but it did very little. I’d never had a dream that felt so real before. Shaking, I walked out into the hallway where I had collapsed in my dream. I put a hand on the floor, expecting it to be freezing cold as usual.
But it was warm...
“Honey?” I felt the soft hand of my wife touch my shoulder.
“What’s going on? You look white as a sheet.”
“I’m okay...I just...”
On the floor in front me, I noticed the faint trace of fingernail marks.
“Was that there before?” My wife inquired.
“I’m...I’m not sure.”
“Let’s go back to bed. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow.”
I tried to hold back my stubborn expression, but she still saw it.
“C’mon, you need to rest.”
With an exasperated exhale, I went back to bed with the strange occurrence replaying incessantly in my brain.
In the morning, I told my wife about all the strange experiences. To my shock she actually believed me.
“What do you want to do, then?” She asked.
“Well...I have a theory I want to check out.”
“Theory of what?”
“Well, let’s just say that ghosts exist, and there are certain reasons why they haunt certain places. If that is true then...I think there could be a body in our crawlspace.”
“What, are you crazy?”
“I know how it sounds, but what would it hurt to look?”
“You really think there’s something down there?”
“More someone, but I’m not sure to be honest. Hopefully I can get a confirmation either way it goes.”
That afternoon, I found myself standing at the door to our crawlspace. It felt ridiculous, but so many details pointed to it. The sounds and cold spots were all related to the floor. The ghastly woman’s clothes were smeared with dirt. It was obscure, but it was all I had to go on.
I had to pry the door open with a crowbar, but I managed after a minute or two. A wave of unnatural cold air blasted me, so strong that I had to throw on a coat just to stop from shivering so badly.
I clicked on my flashlight, illuminating the eerie underbelly of our home. The dirt sifted under my feet as I crouch-walked around. After hearing it, it only confirmed what I thought I heard from under the floor.
Expecting to see more, I was almost disappointed that the crawlspace was completely bare. Not believing it entirely, I shined my light around more. The back part of the crawlspace led to concrete and it was there that I noticed one section of the wall looked different than the rest.
Hands quivering, I pushed against the section of concrete and felt it shift under the pressure. It continued to wobble around in place the more I pushed. Holding my flashlight between my teeth, I had to use both hands to pry the piece away from the wall. To my astonishment, it pulled away very easily. It was no coincidence that the section of wall fit the hole exactly, like a puzzle piece.
After leaning the piece of concrete against the wall, I found that the concrete was covering a door with a padlock.
There’s no way anything good is behind this...
Minutes later, I returned to the mysterious door with a pair of bolt cutters. I debated whether or not I’d go in. There was no reason I shouldn’t satisfy my curiosity, because if there wasn’t anything then great, but if there was something terrible, I’d simply have to deal with it. Either way, I had to know.
I clipped the metal bar off the lock and it thudded softly to the dirt floor. Taking in a deep breath, I dared to aim my beam down the opening. The crawlspace extended much further into the house, and I had a good guess where it led. I now had to crawl on my hands and knees as a knot of dread formed in my stomach.
“You always tell people not to do this in movies, why are you doing this now??!” I chastised myself.
I knew all too well how stupid this was but the part of my brain that can’t look away from a car wreck pushed me to carry along regardless.
It was difficult to navigate with the flashlight and crawl. A mild claustrophobia settled in that pushed me along with a sense of urgency. The temperature couldn’t have been any more than a meatlocker. My hands shook despite my thick jacket. Eventually, I came to a dead end.
Is this all?
I stopped for a moment and checked around with my light some more, hoping a more thorough search would bear some fruit. Yet, there was nothing.
Sighing in frustration, I decided that perhaps I was losing my mind and was just having really vivid dreams after all. How could I have been so stupid?
I made it halfway across the hidden area when I felt my legs suddenly give out. They weren’t tired or sore before this. It was as if they stopped working of their own volition. I attempted to cry out, but my mouth felt as if some force held it closed.
Just like a stitched mouth...
One of the few things I could move was my neck and I turned to the side to see...
…a tuft of a blanket?
Due to the narrow space, I must have missed it. I slowly reached for it with all the internal alarms in my body going off at once. Ignoring the warning, I pulled the cloth back to reveal a skeletal hand.
In this moment of revulsion, something turned on my motor skills again as I regained control of my legs, crawling out of there as quickly as I could muster. Heaving, I stumbled out of the crawlspace and instantly felt the rise in temperature. I sat on the porch and stayed there as I called the police and explained the situation.
It turns out that one of the previous owners of the home was a major suspect in the disappearance of a young lady fifteen years ago. There wasn’t enough evidence to conduct a home search so they were never able to find the body. And what they found was something I wish I had never known.
From examining the body, they found that her captor had broken both of her legs so she couldn’t escape and sewn her mouth shut to keep her from screaming. It was hard to tell how long she’d been locked down there before she died, but they hypothesized it was a month or two. The cause of death was unclear. This was clearly enough to pursue the former owner.
When they picked him up, the guy tried to play the ignorance card, pretending as if he didn’t know what house they were referring to. This of course made it even more suspicious.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything concrete enough to tie him to her death...until they searched his current home. Blueprints of the home showed that the crawlspace was supposed to end ten feet where the concrete wall was. No contractors were hired to do any work on the home, so someone had personally busted it up and created the door going further in. The last part of it was the padlock on the door.
When the police searched the man’s home, they found a shoebox full of seemingly innocent keepsakes. Among the keepsakes were some heirlooms, pictures of close family members, and a key. As suspected, the key matched the padlock to the crawlspace door. It was apparently enough to make him crack. It wasn’t long before he confessed to the kidnapping and murder, albeit without a hint of remorse. Turns out the bastard kept the key as a sick trophy.
They even questioned him about other possible victims since this was a trait commonly shared by serial killers. He denied it, but the police couldn’t feel any truth from it. If anything they knew that they solved one case, put a guilty man behind bars, and put a family at peace. Justice was served and he was locked away for the rest of his miserable life. Poetic justice, if you ask me. The poor girl’s parents buried her remains on a family plot.
After all this, we had serious doubts about staying in the home. Knowing something this egregious happened in our home was almost unbearable. I can’t tell you how much we cried when we heard the story of what happened to that poor girl. We were on the brink of selling the house for about a week, but one night changed all that.
I woke up from a dream, one so vivid yet it somehow escaped my thoughts like a fistful of sand. There was a strange feeling in my gut as if something was going to happen.
It was neither good nor bad, just....strange.
After drinking a small glass of milk, I meandered down the hall and stopped in my tracks. A woman stood in front of me, half-transparent with a bluish luminescence. I felt as if I knew her, although I didn’t recognize her appearance at all. She smiled, and I instantly knew who she was. Compared to her previous horrific manifestation, the woman was almost unrecognizable.
Never speaking, she motioned to her legs and I saw that they were in perfect condition. In a mild state of shock, I managed to form a smile. She beamed even wider and ran her fingers across her lips, pointing out her lack of stitches. A blanket of warmth wrapped around me, and I couldn’t resist the salty tears that streamed down my face.
Right before she waved goodbye, a voice spoke within my mind.
"It’s over now. Thank you..."
She faded away, and for the first time since we moved into that house, all hints of the oppressive energy dissipated. That was the last time I ever saw her.
It’s been 30 years now, and we’re still in that house to this day...
May she continue to rest in peace...
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It wasn’t until later that I realized there were warning signs. The seller seemed really anxious to close, and we were offered a much cheaper price than we expected for the space we got. While there was a moment of doubt, we brushed it off as some weird circumstance that ended in a great deal for us.
How could we possibly pass that up?
The strange occurrences were small at first. I would be up late watching TV and swore I heard something. I’d pause the show and make out what sounded like dragging noises. After investigating, I wouldn’t find anything. Even stranger was that no matter where I walked in the house, the noise always sounded the same distance away. When I focused on it, I noticed the particular noise was rhythmic.
Tap, tap...sliiiiiiide.
It was like that every single time. My wife never heard it, it was only me. None of us believe in ghosts, mind you. But as I said before it was a small thing, so I brushed it off.
One night, I woke up in a startle. I listened intently but could hear nothing. I decided to grab a late night snack from the kitchen since I was awake anyway.
Halfway down the hall, I heard something. This time, it sounded like dirt being sifted und. I knelt down and swore that the sound was louder. Before I knew it, I had my ear pressed to the hardwood floor, listening intently.
Schht, schht.....sccchhhhhhh...
I jumped up from the floor. It was that same pattern of noises, but this time it sounded like someone in the dirt. Trying to ignore the chills washing over me, I took a step towards the kitchen when…
…something grabbed my ankle.
I fell forward, almost busting my chin on the floor.
“What the...”
Flipping over, I turned to face my assailant, but there was no one behind me. I brushed it off and chalked it up to poor balance from a sleep-hangover. My wife got a good chuckle out of that one.
After that, the house began to feel.....heavier. It was this weight over me that would come and go. This was accompanied by feeling cold no matter how much we turned up the heat, and this was the middle of the summer. Even stranger, the cold seemed to only be in certain spots, particularly on the floor itself. I liked to walk around barefoot no matter what time of year it was, but it was even too cold for me.
Another night, I woke up again. My ears stood at attention, but couldn’t hear any evidence of what woke me up. I got up just like before, except I never made it to the kitchen.
I only made if halfway down our hall before I suddenly felt a horrible pain in my right leg. I had to limp to keep moving, then my other leg was wracked with a wave of pain. It was so bad I found myself face down on the ground, writhing in agony.
Then I heard it again…that awful succession of noises.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
The sliding sound was coming from the hardwood floor this time, not from underneath. And the sound was getting closer and closer until...
I watched in horror as a hand came around the corner in front of me. It was soon joined by another, and they tugged at the floor. My heart hammered in my chest as a person slowly came into view.
It was a woman with long black hair, her disheveled clothing smeared with dirt and hanging off in shreds. Her mouth was crudely stitched shut. She looked up at me with empty, lost eyes and I instantly felt a lifetime of pain and misery. It took my breath away, and I had to focus on my breathing to keep myself from fainting.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
That awful sound repeated as she grabbed the floor and pulled herself towards me. I was in a terrified trance, eyes locked with her as she slowly closed the distance. I could now see that she dragged herself because her legs were horribly mangled. A low moan emanated from her throat, sending ice through my veins.
Her very presence seemed to drain me, and I couldn’t move no matter how hard I tried. She made this awful gurgling sound as she got within arm’s reach. In seconds, her face was right up to mine. I tried to scream, but couldn’t make any sound.
Then...I woke up.
“AAAAHHhhh!” I shouted as I sprang up in bed.
My wife tried to console me, but it did very little. I’d never had a dream that felt so real before. Shaking, I walked out into the hallway where I had collapsed in my dream. I put a hand on the floor, expecting it to be freezing cold as usual.
But it was warm...
“Honey?” I felt the soft hand of my wife touch my shoulder.
“What’s going on? You look white as a sheet.”
“I’m okay...I just...”
On the floor in front me, I noticed the faint trace of fingernail marks.
“Was that there before?” My wife inquired.
“I’m...I’m not sure.”
“Let’s go back to bed. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow.”
I tried to hold back my stubborn expression, but she still saw it.
“C’mon, you need to rest.”
With an exasperated exhale, I went back to bed with the strange occurrence replaying incessantly in my brain.
In the morning, I told my wife about all the strange experiences. To my shock she actually believed me.
“What do you want to do, then?” She asked.
“Well...I have a theory I want to check out.”
“Theory of what?”
“Well, let’s just say that ghosts exist, and there are certain reasons why they haunt certain places. If that is true then...I think there could be a body in our crawlspace.”
“What, are you crazy?”
“I know how it sounds, but what would it hurt to look?”
“You really think there’s something down there?”
“More someone, but I’m not sure to be honest. Hopefully I can get a confirmation either way it goes.”
That afternoon, I found myself standing at the door to our crawlspace. It felt ridiculous, but so many details pointed to it. The sounds and cold spots were all related to the floor. The ghastly woman’s clothes were smeared with dirt. It was obscure, but it was all I had to go on.
I had to pry the door open with a crowbar, but I managed after a minute or two. A wave of unnatural cold air blasted me, so strong that I had to throw on a coat just to stop from shivering so badly.
I clicked on my flashlight, illuminating the eerie underbelly of our home. The dirt sifted under my feet as I crouch-walked around. After hearing it, it only confirmed what I thought I heard from under the floor.
Expecting to see more, I was almost disappointed that the crawlspace was completely bare. Not believing it entirely, I shined my light around more. The back part of the crawlspace led to concrete and it was there that I noticed one section of the wall looked different than the rest.
Hands quivering, I pushed against the section of concrete and felt it shift under the pressure. It continued to wobble around in place the more I pushed. Holding my flashlight between my teeth, I had to use both hands to pry the piece away from the wall. To my astonishment, it pulled away very easily. It was no coincidence that the section of wall fit the hole exactly, like a puzzle piece.
After leaning the piece of concrete against the wall, I found that the concrete was covering a door with a padlock.
There’s no way anything good is behind this...
Minutes later, I returned to the mysterious door with a pair of bolt cutters. I debated whether or not I’d go in. There was no reason I shouldn’t satisfy my curiosity, because if there wasn’t anything then great, but if there was something terrible, I’d simply have to deal with it. Either way, I had to know.
I clipped the metal bar off the lock and it thudded softly to the dirt floor. Taking in a deep breath, I dared to aim my beam down the opening. The crawlspace extended much further into the house, and I had a good guess where it led. I now had to crawl on my hands and knees as a knot of dread formed in my stomach.
“You always tell people not to do this in movies, why are you doing this now??!” I chastised myself.
I knew all too well how stupid this was but the part of my brain that can’t look away from a car wreck pushed me to carry along regardless.
It was difficult to navigate with the flashlight and crawl. A mild claustrophobia settled in that pushed me along with a sense of urgency. The temperature couldn’t have been any more than a meatlocker. My hands shook despite my thick jacket. Eventually, I came to a dead end.
Is this all?
I stopped for a moment and checked around with my light some more, hoping a more thorough search would bear some fruit. Yet, there was nothing.
Sighing in frustration, I decided that perhaps I was losing my mind and was just having really vivid dreams after all. How could I have been so stupid?
I made it halfway across the hidden area when I felt my legs suddenly give out. They weren’t tired or sore before this. It was as if they stopped working of their own volition. I attempted to cry out, but my mouth felt as if some force held it closed.
Just like a stitched mouth...
One of the few things I could move was my neck and I turned to the side to see...
…a tuft of a blanket?
Due to the narrow space, I must have missed it. I slowly reached for it with all the internal alarms in my body going off at once. Ignoring the warning, I pulled the cloth back to reveal a skeletal hand.
In this moment of revulsion, something turned on my motor skills again as I regained control of my legs, crawling out of there as quickly as I could muster. Heaving, I stumbled out of the crawlspace and instantly felt the rise in temperature. I sat on the porch and stayed there as I called the police and explained the situation.
It turns out that one of the previous owners of the home was a major suspect in the disappearance of a young lady fifteen years ago. There wasn’t enough evidence to conduct a home search so they were never able to find the body. And what they found was something I wish I had never known.
From examining the body, they found that her captor had broken both of her legs so she couldn’t escape and sewn her mouth shut to keep her from screaming. It was hard to tell how long she’d been locked down there before she died, but they hypothesized it was a month or two. The cause of death was unclear. This was clearly enough to pursue the former owner.
When they picked him up, the guy tried to play the ignorance card, pretending as if he didn’t know what house they were referring to. This of course made it even more suspicious.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything concrete enough to tie him to her death...until they searched his current home. Blueprints of the home showed that the crawlspace was supposed to end ten feet where the concrete wall was. No contractors were hired to do any work on the home, so someone had personally busted it up and created the door going further in. The last part of it was the padlock on the door.
When the police searched the man’s home, they found a shoebox full of seemingly innocent keepsakes. Among the keepsakes were some heirlooms, pictures of close family members, and a key. As suspected, the key matched the padlock to the crawlspace door. It was apparently enough to make him crack. It wasn’t long before he confessed to the kidnapping and murder, albeit without a hint of remorse. Turns out the bastard kept the key as a sick trophy.
They even questioned him about other possible victims since this was a trait commonly shared by serial killers. He denied it, but the police couldn’t feel any truth from it. If anything they knew that they solved one case, put a guilty man behind bars, and put a family at peace. Justice was served and he was locked away for the rest of his miserable life. Poetic justice, if you ask me. The poor girl’s parents buried her remains on a family plot.
After all this, we had serious doubts about staying in the home. Knowing something this egregious happened in our home was almost unbearable. I can’t tell you how much we cried when we heard the story of what happened to that poor girl. We were on the brink of selling the house for about a week, but one night changed all that.
I woke up from a dream, one so vivid yet it somehow escaped my thoughts like a fistful of sand. There was a strange feeling in my gut as if something was going to happen.
It was neither good nor bad, just....strange.
After drinking a small glass of milk, I meandered down the hall and stopped in my tracks. A woman stood in front of me, half-transparent with a bluish luminescence. I felt as if I knew her, although I didn’t recognize her appearance at all. She smiled, and I instantly knew who she was. Compared to her previous horrific manifestation, the woman was almost unrecognizable.
Never speaking, she motioned to her legs and I saw that they were in perfect condition. In a mild state of shock, I managed to form a smile. She beamed even wider and ran her fingers across her lips, pointing out her lack of stitches. A blanket of warmth wrapped around me, and I couldn’t resist the salty tears that streamed down my face.
Right before she waved goodbye, a voice spoke within my mind.
"It’s over now. Thank you..."
She faded away, and for the first time since we moved into that house, all hints of the oppressive energy dissipated. That was the last time I ever saw her.
It’s been 30 years now, and we’re still in that house to this day...
May she continue to rest in peace...
2024.06.09 21:53 allthedarkspaces it crawls
Like all haunted house stories, this took place right after I moved in. Cliché, right? My wife and I saved up enough money from our rental to finally put down on a house of our own. So we moved in and everything seemed right...at first.
It wasn’t until later that I realized there were warning signs. The seller seemed really anxious to close, and we were offered a much cheaper price than we expected for the space we got. While there was a moment of doubt, we brushed it off as some weird circumstance that ended in a great deal for us.
How could we possibly pass that up?
The strange occurrences were small at first. I would be up late watching TV and swore I heard something. I’d pause the show and make out what sounded like dragging noises. After investigating, I wouldn’t find anything. Even stranger was that no matter where I walked in the house, the noise always sounded the same distance away. When I focused on it, I noticed the particular noise was rhythmic.
Tap, tap...sliiiiiiide.
It was like that every single time. My wife never heard it, it was only me. None of us believe in ghosts, mind you. But as I said before it was a small thing, so I brushed it off.
One night, I woke up in a startle. I listened intently but could hear nothing. I decided to grab a late night snack from the kitchen since I was awake anyway.
Halfway down the hall, I heard something. This time, it sounded like dirt being sifted und. I knelt down and swore that the sound was louder. Before I knew it, I had my ear pressed to the hardwood floor, listening intently.
Schht, schht.....sccchhhhhhh...
I jumped up from the floor. It was that same pattern of noises, but this time it sounded like someone in the dirt. Trying to ignore the chills washing over me, I took a step towards the kitchen when…
…something grabbed my ankle.
I fell forward, almost busting my chin on the floor.
“What the...”
Flipping over, I turned to face my assailant, but there was no one behind me. I brushed it off and chalked it up to poor balance from a sleep-hangover. My wife got a good chuckle out of that one.
After that, the house began to feel.....heavier. It was this weight over me that would come and go. This was accompanied by feeling cold no matter how much we turned up the heat, and this was the middle of the summer. Even stranger, the cold seemed to only be in certain spots, particularly on the floor itself. I liked to walk around barefoot no matter what time of year it was, but it was even too cold for me.
Another night, I woke up again. My ears stood at attention, but couldn’t hear any evidence of what woke me up. I got up just like before, except I never made it to the kitchen.
I only made if halfway down our hall before I suddenly felt a horrible pain in my right leg. I had to limp to keep moving, then my other leg was wracked with a wave of pain. It was so bad I found myself face down on the ground, writhing in agony.
Then I heard it again…that awful succession of noises.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
The sliding sound was coming from the hardwood floor this time, not from underneath. And the sound was getting closer and closer until...
I watched in horror as a hand came around the corner in front of me. It was soon joined by another, and they tugged at the floor. My heart hammered in my chest as a person slowly came into view.
It was a woman with long black hair, her disheveled clothing smeared with dirt and hanging off in shreds. Her mouth was crudely stitched shut. She looked up at me with empty, lost eyes and I instantly felt a lifetime of pain and misery. It took my breath away, and I had to focus on my breathing to keep myself from fainting.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
That awful sound repeated as she grabbed the floor and pulled herself towards me. I was in a terrified trance, eyes locked with her as she slowly closed the distance. I could now see that she dragged herself because her legs were horribly mangled. A low moan emanated from her throat, sending ice through my veins.
Her very presence seemed to drain me, and I couldn’t move no matter how hard I tried. She made this awful gurgling sound as she got within arm’s reach. In seconds, her face was right up to mine. I tried to scream, but couldn’t make any sound.
Then...I woke up.
“AAAAHHhhh!” I shouted as I sprang up in bed.
My wife tried to console me, but it did very little. I’d never had a dream that felt so real before. Shaking, I walked out into the hallway where I had collapsed in my dream. I put a hand on the floor, expecting it to be freezing cold as usual.
But it was warm...
“Honey?” I felt the soft hand of my wife touch my shoulder.
“What’s going on? You look white as a sheet.”
“I’m okay...I just...”
On the floor in front me, I noticed the faint trace of fingernail marks.
“Was that there before?” My wife inquired.
“I’m...I’m not sure.”
“Let’s go back to bed. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow.”
I tried to hold back my stubborn expression, but she still saw it.
“C’mon, you need to rest.”
With an exasperated exhale, I went back to bed with the strange occurrence replaying incessantly in my brain.
In the morning, I told my wife about all the strange experiences. To my shock she actually believed me.
“What do you want to do, then?” She asked.
“Well...I have a theory I want to check out.”
“Theory of what?”
“Well, let’s just say that ghosts exist, and there are certain reasons why they haunt certain places. If that is true then...I think there could be a body in our crawlspace.”
“What, are you crazy?”
“I know how it sounds, but what would it hurt to look?”
“You really think there’s something down there?”
“More someone, but I’m not sure to be honest. Hopefully I can get a confirmation either way it goes.”
That afternoon, I found myself standing at the door to our crawlspace. It felt ridiculous, but so many details pointed to it. The sounds and cold spots were all related to the floor. The ghastly woman’s clothes were smeared with dirt. It was obscure, but it was all I had to go on.
I had to pry the door open with a crowbar, but I managed after a minute or two. A wave of unnatural cold air blasted me, so strong that I had to throw on a coat just to stop from shivering so badly.
I clicked on my flashlight, illuminating the eerie underbelly of our home. The dirt sifted under my feet as I crouch-walked around. After hearing it, it only confirmed what I thought I heard from under the floor.
Expecting to see more, I was almost disappointed that the crawlspace was completely bare. Not believing it entirely, I shined my light around more. The back part of the crawlspace led to concrete and it was there that I noticed one section of the wall looked different than the rest.
Hands quivering, I pushed against the section of concrete and felt it shift under the pressure. It continued to wobble around in place the more I pushed. Holding my flashlight between my teeth, I had to use both hands to pry the piece away from the wall. To my astonishment, it pulled away very easily. It was no coincidence that the section of wall fit the hole exactly, like a puzzle piece.
After leaning the piece of concrete against the wall, I found that the concrete was covering a door with a padlock.
There’s no way anything good is behind this...
Minutes later, I returned to the mysterious door with a pair of bolt cutters. I debated whether or not I’d go in. There was no reason I shouldn’t satisfy my curiosity, because if there wasn’t anything then great, but if there was something terrible, I’d simply have to deal with it. Either way, I had to know.
I clipped the metal bar off the lock and it thudded softly to the dirt floor. Taking in a deep breath, I dared to aim my beam down the opening. The crawlspace extended much further into the house, and I had a good guess where it led. I now had to crawl on my hands and knees as a knot of dread formed in my stomach.
“You always tell people not to do this in movies, why are you doing this now??!” I chastised myself.
I knew all too well how stupid this was but the part of my brain that can’t look away from a car wreck pushed me to carry along regardless.
It was difficult to navigate with the flashlight and crawl. A mild claustrophobia settled in that pushed me along with a sense of urgency. The temperature couldn’t have been any more than a meatlocker. My hands shook despite my thick jacket. Eventually, I came to a dead end.
Is this all?
I stopped for a moment and checked around with my light some more, hoping a more thorough search would bear some fruit. Yet, there was nothing.
Sighing in frustration, I decided that perhaps I was losing my mind and was just having really vivid dreams after all. How could I have been so stupid?
I made it halfway across the hidden area when I felt my legs suddenly give out. They weren’t tired or sore before this. It was as if they stopped working of their own volition. I attempted to cry out, but my mouth felt as if some force held it closed.
Just like a stitched mouth...
One of the few things I could move was my neck and I turned to the side to see...
…a tuft of a blanket?
Due to the narrow space, I must have missed it. I slowly reached for it with all the internal alarms in my body going off at once. Ignoring the warning, I pulled the cloth back to reveal a skeletal hand.
In this moment of revulsion, something turned on my motor skills again as I regained control of my legs, crawling out of there as quickly as I could muster. Heaving, I stumbled out of the crawlspace and instantly felt the rise in temperature. I sat on the porch and stayed there as I called the police and explained the situation.
It turns out that one of the previous owners of the home was a major suspect in the disappearance of a young lady fifteen years ago. There wasn’t enough evidence to conduct a home search so they were never able to find the body. And what they found was something I wish I had never known.
From examining the body, they found that her captor had broken both of her legs so she couldn’t escape and sewn her mouth shut to keep her from screaming. It was hard to tell how long she’d been locked down there before she died, but they hypothesized it was a month or two. The cause of death was unclear. This was clearly enough to pursue the former owner.
When they picked him up, the guy tried to play the ignorance card, pretending as if he didn’t know what house they were referring to. This of course made it even more suspicious.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything concrete enough to tie him to her death...until they searched his current home. Blueprints of the home showed that the crawlspace was supposed to end ten feet where the concrete wall was. No contractors were hired to do any work on the home, so someone had personally busted it up and created the door going further in. The last part of it was the padlock on the door.
When the police searched the man’s home, they found a shoebox full of seemingly innocent keepsakes. Among the keepsakes were some heirlooms, pictures of close family members, and a key. As suspected, the key matched the padlock to the crawlspace door. It was apparently enough to make him crack. It wasn’t long before he confessed to the kidnapping and murder, albeit without a hint of remorse. Turns out the bastard kept the key as a sick trophy.
They even questioned him about other possible victims since this was a trait commonly shared by serial killers. He denied it, but the police couldn’t feel any truth from it. If anything they knew that they solved one case, put a guilty man behind bars, and put a family at peace. Justice was served and he was locked away for the rest of his miserable life. Poetic justice, if you ask me. The poor girl’s parents buried her remains on a family plot.
After all this, we had serious doubts about staying in the home. Knowing something this egregious happened in our home was almost unbearable. I can’t tell you how much we cried when we heard the story of what happened to that poor girl. We were on the brink of selling the house for about a week, but one night changed all that.
I woke up from a dream, one so vivid yet it somehow escaped my thoughts like a fistful of sand. There was a strange feeling in my gut as if something was going to happen.
It was neither good nor bad, just....strange.
After drinking a small glass of milk, I meandered down the hall and stopped in my tracks. A woman stood in front of me, half-transparent with a bluish luminescence. I felt as if I knew her, although I didn’t recognize her appearance at all. She smiled, and I instantly knew who she was. Compared to her previous horrific manifestation, the woman was almost unrecognizable.
Never speaking, she motioned to her legs and I saw that they were in perfect condition. In a mild state of shock, I managed to form a smile. She beamed even wider and ran her fingers across her lips, pointing out her lack of stitches. A blanket of warmth wrapped around me, and I couldn’t resist the salty tears that streamed down my face.
Right before she waved goodbye, a voice spoke within my mind.
"It’s over now. Thank you..."
She faded away, and for the first time since we moved into that house, all hints of the oppressive energy dissipated. That was the last time I ever saw her.
It’s been 30 years now, and we’re still in that house to this day...
May she continue to rest in peace...
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It wasn’t until later that I realized there were warning signs. The seller seemed really anxious to close, and we were offered a much cheaper price than we expected for the space we got. While there was a moment of doubt, we brushed it off as some weird circumstance that ended in a great deal for us.
How could we possibly pass that up?
The strange occurrences were small at first. I would be up late watching TV and swore I heard something. I’d pause the show and make out what sounded like dragging noises. After investigating, I wouldn’t find anything. Even stranger was that no matter where I walked in the house, the noise always sounded the same distance away. When I focused on it, I noticed the particular noise was rhythmic.
Tap, tap...sliiiiiiide.
It was like that every single time. My wife never heard it, it was only me. None of us believe in ghosts, mind you. But as I said before it was a small thing, so I brushed it off.
One night, I woke up in a startle. I listened intently but could hear nothing. I decided to grab a late night snack from the kitchen since I was awake anyway.
Halfway down the hall, I heard something. This time, it sounded like dirt being sifted und. I knelt down and swore that the sound was louder. Before I knew it, I had my ear pressed to the hardwood floor, listening intently.
Schht, schht.....sccchhhhhhh...
I jumped up from the floor. It was that same pattern of noises, but this time it sounded like someone in the dirt. Trying to ignore the chills washing over me, I took a step towards the kitchen when…
…something grabbed my ankle.
I fell forward, almost busting my chin on the floor.
“What the...”
Flipping over, I turned to face my assailant, but there was no one behind me. I brushed it off and chalked it up to poor balance from a sleep-hangover. My wife got a good chuckle out of that one.
After that, the house began to feel.....heavier. It was this weight over me that would come and go. This was accompanied by feeling cold no matter how much we turned up the heat, and this was the middle of the summer. Even stranger, the cold seemed to only be in certain spots, particularly on the floor itself. I liked to walk around barefoot no matter what time of year it was, but it was even too cold for me.
Another night, I woke up again. My ears stood at attention, but couldn’t hear any evidence of what woke me up. I got up just like before, except I never made it to the kitchen.
I only made if halfway down our hall before I suddenly felt a horrible pain in my right leg. I had to limp to keep moving, then my other leg was wracked with a wave of pain. It was so bad I found myself face down on the ground, writhing in agony.
Then I heard it again…that awful succession of noises.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
The sliding sound was coming from the hardwood floor this time, not from underneath. And the sound was getting closer and closer until...
I watched in horror as a hand came around the corner in front of me. It was soon joined by another, and they tugged at the floor. My heart hammered in my chest as a person slowly came into view.
It was a woman with long black hair, her disheveled clothing smeared with dirt and hanging off in shreds. Her mouth was crudely stitched shut. She looked up at me with empty, lost eyes and I instantly felt a lifetime of pain and misery. It took my breath away, and I had to focus on my breathing to keep myself from fainting.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
That awful sound repeated as she grabbed the floor and pulled herself towards me. I was in a terrified trance, eyes locked with her as she slowly closed the distance. I could now see that she dragged herself because her legs were horribly mangled. A low moan emanated from her throat, sending ice through my veins.
Her very presence seemed to drain me, and I couldn’t move no matter how hard I tried. She made this awful gurgling sound as she got within arm’s reach. In seconds, her face was right up to mine. I tried to scream, but couldn’t make any sound.
Then...I woke up.
“AAAAHHhhh!” I shouted as I sprang up in bed.
My wife tried to console me, but it did very little. I’d never had a dream that felt so real before. Shaking, I walked out into the hallway where I had collapsed in my dream. I put a hand on the floor, expecting it to be freezing cold as usual.
But it was warm...
“Honey?” I felt the soft hand of my wife touch my shoulder.
“What’s going on? You look white as a sheet.”
“I’m okay...I just...”
On the floor in front me, I noticed the faint trace of fingernail marks.
“Was that there before?” My wife inquired.
“I’m...I’m not sure.”
“Let’s go back to bed. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow.”
I tried to hold back my stubborn expression, but she still saw it.
“C’mon, you need to rest.”
With an exasperated exhale, I went back to bed with the strange occurrence replaying incessantly in my brain.
In the morning, I told my wife about all the strange experiences. To my shock she actually believed me.
“What do you want to do, then?” She asked.
“Well...I have a theory I want to check out.”
“Theory of what?”
“Well, let’s just say that ghosts exist, and there are certain reasons why they haunt certain places. If that is true then...I think there could be a body in our crawlspace.”
“What, are you crazy?”
“I know how it sounds, but what would it hurt to look?”
“You really think there’s something down there?”
“More someone, but I’m not sure to be honest. Hopefully I can get a confirmation either way it goes.”
That afternoon, I found myself standing at the door to our crawlspace. It felt ridiculous, but so many details pointed to it. The sounds and cold spots were all related to the floor. The ghastly woman’s clothes were smeared with dirt. It was obscure, but it was all I had to go on.
I had to pry the door open with a crowbar, but I managed after a minute or two. A wave of unnatural cold air blasted me, so strong that I had to throw on a coat just to stop from shivering so badly.
I clicked on my flashlight, illuminating the eerie underbelly of our home. The dirt sifted under my feet as I crouch-walked around. After hearing it, it only confirmed what I thought I heard from under the floor.
Expecting to see more, I was almost disappointed that the crawlspace was completely bare. Not believing it entirely, I shined my light around more. The back part of the crawlspace led to concrete and it was there that I noticed one section of the wall looked different than the rest.
Hands quivering, I pushed against the section of concrete and felt it shift under the pressure. It continued to wobble around in place the more I pushed. Holding my flashlight between my teeth, I had to use both hands to pry the piece away from the wall. To my astonishment, it pulled away very easily. It was no coincidence that the section of wall fit the hole exactly, like a puzzle piece.
After leaning the piece of concrete against the wall, I found that the concrete was covering a door with a padlock.
There’s no way anything good is behind this...
Minutes later, I returned to the mysterious door with a pair of bolt cutters. I debated whether or not I’d go in. There was no reason I shouldn’t satisfy my curiosity, because if there wasn’t anything then great, but if there was something terrible, I’d simply have to deal with it. Either way, I had to know.
I clipped the metal bar off the lock and it thudded softly to the dirt floor. Taking in a deep breath, I dared to aim my beam down the opening. The crawlspace extended much further into the house, and I had a good guess where it led. I now had to crawl on my hands and knees as a knot of dread formed in my stomach.
“You always tell people not to do this in movies, why are you doing this now??!” I chastised myself.
I knew all too well how stupid this was but the part of my brain that can’t look away from a car wreck pushed me to carry along regardless.
It was difficult to navigate with the flashlight and crawl. A mild claustrophobia settled in that pushed me along with a sense of urgency. The temperature couldn’t have been any more than a meatlocker. My hands shook despite my thick jacket. Eventually, I came to a dead end.
Is this all?
I stopped for a moment and checked around with my light some more, hoping a more thorough search would bear some fruit. Yet, there was nothing.
Sighing in frustration, I decided that perhaps I was losing my mind and was just having really vivid dreams after all. How could I have been so stupid?
I made it halfway across the hidden area when I felt my legs suddenly give out. They weren’t tired or sore before this. It was as if they stopped working of their own volition. I attempted to cry out, but my mouth felt as if some force held it closed.
Just like a stitched mouth...
One of the few things I could move was my neck and I turned to the side to see...
…a tuft of a blanket?
Due to the narrow space, I must have missed it. I slowly reached for it with all the internal alarms in my body going off at once. Ignoring the warning, I pulled the cloth back to reveal a skeletal hand.
In this moment of revulsion, something turned on my motor skills again as I regained control of my legs, crawling out of there as quickly as I could muster. Heaving, I stumbled out of the crawlspace and instantly felt the rise in temperature. I sat on the porch and stayed there as I called the police and explained the situation.
It turns out that one of the previous owners of the home was a major suspect in the disappearance of a young lady fifteen years ago. There wasn’t enough evidence to conduct a home search so they were never able to find the body. And what they found was something I wish I had never known.
From examining the body, they found that her captor had broken both of her legs so she couldn’t escape and sewn her mouth shut to keep her from screaming. It was hard to tell how long she’d been locked down there before she died, but they hypothesized it was a month or two. The cause of death was unclear. This was clearly enough to pursue the former owner.
When they picked him up, the guy tried to play the ignorance card, pretending as if he didn’t know what house they were referring to. This of course made it even more suspicious.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything concrete enough to tie him to her death...until they searched his current home. Blueprints of the home showed that the crawlspace was supposed to end ten feet where the concrete wall was. No contractors were hired to do any work on the home, so someone had personally busted it up and created the door going further in. The last part of it was the padlock on the door.
When the police searched the man’s home, they found a shoebox full of seemingly innocent keepsakes. Among the keepsakes were some heirlooms, pictures of close family members, and a key. As suspected, the key matched the padlock to the crawlspace door. It was apparently enough to make him crack. It wasn’t long before he confessed to the kidnapping and murder, albeit without a hint of remorse. Turns out the bastard kept the key as a sick trophy.
They even questioned him about other possible victims since this was a trait commonly shared by serial killers. He denied it, but the police couldn’t feel any truth from it. If anything they knew that they solved one case, put a guilty man behind bars, and put a family at peace. Justice was served and he was locked away for the rest of his miserable life. Poetic justice, if you ask me. The poor girl’s parents buried her remains on a family plot.
After all this, we had serious doubts about staying in the home. Knowing something this egregious happened in our home was almost unbearable. I can’t tell you how much we cried when we heard the story of what happened to that poor girl. We were on the brink of selling the house for about a week, but one night changed all that.
I woke up from a dream, one so vivid yet it somehow escaped my thoughts like a fistful of sand. There was a strange feeling in my gut as if something was going to happen.
It was neither good nor bad, just....strange.
After drinking a small glass of milk, I meandered down the hall and stopped in my tracks. A woman stood in front of me, half-transparent with a bluish luminescence. I felt as if I knew her, although I didn’t recognize her appearance at all. She smiled, and I instantly knew who she was. Compared to her previous horrific manifestation, the woman was almost unrecognizable.
Never speaking, she motioned to her legs and I saw that they were in perfect condition. In a mild state of shock, I managed to form a smile. She beamed even wider and ran her fingers across her lips, pointing out her lack of stitches. A blanket of warmth wrapped around me, and I couldn’t resist the salty tears that streamed down my face.
Right before she waved goodbye, a voice spoke within my mind.
"It’s over now. Thank you..."
She faded away, and for the first time since we moved into that house, all hints of the oppressive energy dissipated. That was the last time I ever saw her.
It’s been 30 years now, and we’re still in that house to this day...
May she continue to rest in peace...
2024.06.09 21:52 SecretInfluencer People who claim to be sex positive yet shame virgins
I didn’t have sex until I was 23. Laugh all you want, I know it’s pathetic.
Back then and even now it’s so frustrating seeing people who say they’re sex positive and that body count doesn’t matter, then claim virgins are pathetic and worthless. If it doesn’t matter, the how does it make them worthless?
For years, and even now, I hear many women claim that virgin men should be avoided. How they’re useless and “if no woman has had him that’s a sign he shouldn’t be dated”. While they also say virginity doesn’t push women away. It’s akin to every entry level job shaming you because you don’t have work experience, and then having everyone else say “it’s easy to get a job”.
And for women….it’s both better and worse. Virgin women are essentially told they’re “brainwashed” because I guess every woman just wants to hop on every man she sees? They can’t fathom someone daring to go “hey maybe I wanna wait a bit”.
I’m not here to claim that you have to date a virgin if you’re uncomfortable. It’s more this idea of how sex positive people shame virgins.
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Back then and even now it’s so frustrating seeing people who say they’re sex positive and that body count doesn’t matter, then claim virgins are pathetic and worthless. If it doesn’t matter, the how does it make them worthless?
For years, and even now, I hear many women claim that virgin men should be avoided. How they’re useless and “if no woman has had him that’s a sign he shouldn’t be dated”. While they also say virginity doesn’t push women away. It’s akin to every entry level job shaming you because you don’t have work experience, and then having everyone else say “it’s easy to get a job”.
And for women….it’s both better and worse. Virgin women are essentially told they’re “brainwashed” because I guess every woman just wants to hop on every man she sees? They can’t fathom someone daring to go “hey maybe I wanna wait a bit”.
I’m not here to claim that you have to date a virgin if you’re uncomfortable. It’s more this idea of how sex positive people shame virgins.
2024.06.09 21:52 Embarrassed-Park-957 Is This Normal? How Do I Address This Behavior?
I've had some concerns about my 4.5 year olds' behavior that I'd like some perspective on.
Here are some of the behaviors I'm concerned with
-common theme of excluding in pretend play: since she was about 2, my daughter has a common theme in her play with dolls whereby her doll group excludes a doll. I try to include the neglected doll, find out why that doll is being left out, or ask my child to think about how she would feel if that was her. Even if she acknowledges that she would be sad if she was excluded, there's no change in the play.
-several massive public tantrums & elopements: although we are mostly past the stage of frequent meltdowns, she occasionally has a massive public tantrum where she runs away from me & takes a long time to calm down. There doesn't seem to be any antecedent--just randomly set off like a switch is flipped. Today at the store she threw herself on the floor & tantrumed while I hung back out of view so I could still see her. She ran away & screamed that I'm not her Mom & crying for help from "the kidnapper". I managed to get her into the car & blasted the AC, but she kept trying to open the door & escape (I will activate the child locks on the front seats as well now because of this). She poured a water bottle over my console & took about 40 minutes to calm down enough to get into her carseat
-never apologizes or wants to accept what she did: I'm not big on the idea of forcing an apology, but I let her know how her actions made me feel ("when you ran from me today, I was scared that you'd get hurt. It's ok to be angry, but not ok to run away from me like that. When we are in public, you must stay with me"). When I say "we need to talk about what just happened" she says "I don't wanna talk about sad things; I'm not discussing this". She seems to feel shame, but shuts down or ignores me when I try to process her behavior with her.
I'm worried because we have some personality disordered relatives, and this combative & dismissive behavior is how they act as adults. My husband & I aren't sure if this is typical or signs of something more serious.
We teach her coping skills & try to practice, but she doesn't use them when she needs to calm herself. She is great about expressing her feelings verbally & is very intelligent, but we don't know if these behaviors are normal at this age.
She had early intervention for speech, and asked about behavior support, but her staff said she didn't qualify when she was assessed.
Are these normal behaviors? How do I address them? She's never responded to incentives or time outs (she will tantrum for an hour if I try to do time out, so I just sit & hold her while she's screaming & kicking until she pretty much tires herself out). She was always a very sweet & compliant child until the last year. I'm trying to be patient & calm but firm when she acts this way.
I will not spank her. I tried it once & felt awful, and having been abused as a child, I refuse to use that as a disciplinary technique.
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Here are some of the behaviors I'm concerned with
-common theme of excluding in pretend play: since she was about 2, my daughter has a common theme in her play with dolls whereby her doll group excludes a doll. I try to include the neglected doll, find out why that doll is being left out, or ask my child to think about how she would feel if that was her. Even if she acknowledges that she would be sad if she was excluded, there's no change in the play.
-several massive public tantrums & elopements: although we are mostly past the stage of frequent meltdowns, she occasionally has a massive public tantrum where she runs away from me & takes a long time to calm down. There doesn't seem to be any antecedent--just randomly set off like a switch is flipped. Today at the store she threw herself on the floor & tantrumed while I hung back out of view so I could still see her. She ran away & screamed that I'm not her Mom & crying for help from "the kidnapper". I managed to get her into the car & blasted the AC, but she kept trying to open the door & escape (I will activate the child locks on the front seats as well now because of this). She poured a water bottle over my console & took about 40 minutes to calm down enough to get into her carseat
-never apologizes or wants to accept what she did: I'm not big on the idea of forcing an apology, but I let her know how her actions made me feel ("when you ran from me today, I was scared that you'd get hurt. It's ok to be angry, but not ok to run away from me like that. When we are in public, you must stay with me"). When I say "we need to talk about what just happened" she says "I don't wanna talk about sad things; I'm not discussing this". She seems to feel shame, but shuts down or ignores me when I try to process her behavior with her.
I'm worried because we have some personality disordered relatives, and this combative & dismissive behavior is how they act as adults. My husband & I aren't sure if this is typical or signs of something more serious.
We teach her coping skills & try to practice, but she doesn't use them when she needs to calm herself. She is great about expressing her feelings verbally & is very intelligent, but we don't know if these behaviors are normal at this age.
She had early intervention for speech, and asked about behavior support, but her staff said she didn't qualify when she was assessed.
Are these normal behaviors? How do I address them? She's never responded to incentives or time outs (she will tantrum for an hour if I try to do time out, so I just sit & hold her while she's screaming & kicking until she pretty much tires herself out). She was always a very sweet & compliant child until the last year. I'm trying to be patient & calm but firm when she acts this way.
I will not spank her. I tried it once & felt awful, and having been abused as a child, I refuse to use that as a disciplinary technique.
2024.06.09 21:52 allthedarkspaces it crawls
Like all haunted house stories, this took place right after I moved in. Cliché, right? My wife and I saved up enough money from our rental to finally put down on a house of our own. So we moved in and everything seemed right...at first.
It wasn’t until later that I realized there were warning signs. The seller seemed really anxious to close, and we were offered a much cheaper price than we expected for the space we got. While there was a moment of doubt, we brushed it off as some weird circumstance that ended in a great deal for us.
How could we possibly pass that up?
The strange occurrences were small at first. I would be up late watching TV and swore I heard something. I’d pause the show and make out what sounded like dragging noises. After investigating, I wouldn’t find anything. Even stranger was that no matter where I walked in the house, the noise always sounded the same distance away. When I focused on it, I noticed the particular noise was rhythmic.
Tap, tap...sliiiiiiide.
It was like that every single time. My wife never heard it, it was only me. None of us believe in ghosts, mind you. But as I said before it was a small thing, so I brushed it off.
One night, I woke up in a startle. I listened intently but could hear nothing. I decided to grab a late night snack from the kitchen since I was awake anyway.
Halfway down the hall, I heard something. This time, it sounded like dirt being sifted und. I knelt down and swore that the sound was louder. Before I knew it, I had my ear pressed to the hardwood floor, listening intently.
Schht, schht.....sccchhhhhhh...
I jumped up from the floor. It was that same pattern of noises, but this time it sounded like someone in the dirt. Trying to ignore the chills washing over me, I took a step towards the kitchen when…
…something grabbed my ankle.
I fell forward, almost busting my chin on the floor.
“What the...”
Flipping over, I turned to face my assailant, but there was no one behind me. I brushed it off and chalked it up to poor balance from a sleep-hangover. My wife got a good chuckle out of that one.
After that, the house began to feel.....heavier. It was this weight over me that would come and go. This was accompanied by feeling cold no matter how much we turned up the heat, and this was the middle of the summer. Even stranger, the cold seemed to only be in certain spots, particularly on the floor itself. I liked to walk around barefoot no matter what time of year it was, but it was even too cold for me.
Another night, I woke up again. My ears stood at attention, but couldn’t hear any evidence of what woke me up. I got up just like before, except I never made it to the kitchen.
I only made if halfway down our hall before I suddenly felt a horrible pain in my right leg. I had to limp to keep moving, then my other leg was wracked with a wave of pain. It was so bad I found myself face down on the ground, writhing in agony.
Then I heard it again…that awful succession of noises.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
The sliding sound was coming from the hardwood floor this time, not from underneath. And the sound was getting closer and closer until...
I watched in horror as a hand came around the corner in front of me. It was soon joined by another, and they tugged at the floor. My heart hammered in my chest as a person slowly came into view.
It was a woman with long black hair, her disheveled clothing smeared with dirt and hanging off in shreds. Her mouth was crudely stitched shut. She looked up at me with empty, lost eyes and I instantly felt a lifetime of pain and misery. It took my breath away, and I had to focus on my breathing to keep myself from fainting.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
That awful sound repeated as she grabbed the floor and pulled herself towards me. I was in a terrified trance, eyes locked with her as she slowly closed the distance. I could now see that she dragged herself because her legs were horribly mangled. A low moan emanated from her throat, sending ice through my veins.
Her very presence seemed to drain me, and I couldn’t move no matter how hard I tried. She made this awful gurgling sound as she got within arm’s reach. In seconds, her face was right up to mine. I tried to scream, but couldn’t make any sound.
Then...I woke up.
“AAAAHHhhh!” I shouted as I sprang up in bed.
My wife tried to console me, but it did very little. I’d never had a dream that felt so real before. Shaking, I walked out into the hallway where I had collapsed in my dream. I put a hand on the floor, expecting it to be freezing cold as usual.
But it was warm...
“Honey?” I felt the soft hand of my wife touch my shoulder.
“What’s going on? You look white as a sheet.”
“I’m okay...I just...”
On the floor in front me, I noticed the faint trace of fingernail marks.
“Was that there before?” My wife inquired.
“I’m...I’m not sure.”
“Let’s go back to bed. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow.”
I tried to hold back my stubborn expression, but she still saw it.
“C’mon, you need to rest.”
With an exasperated exhale, I went back to bed with the strange occurrence replaying incessantly in my brain.
In the morning, I told my wife about all the strange experiences. To my shock she actually believed me.
“What do you want to do, then?” She asked.
“Well...I have a theory I want to check out.”
“Theory of what?”
“Well, let’s just say that ghosts exist, and there are certain reasons why they haunt certain places. If that is true then...I think there could be a body in our crawlspace.”
“What, are you crazy?”
“I know how it sounds, but what would it hurt to look?”
“You really think there’s something down there?”
“More someone, but I’m not sure to be honest. Hopefully I can get a confirmation either way it goes.”
That afternoon, I found myself standing at the door to our crawlspace. It felt ridiculous, but so many details pointed to it. The sounds and cold spots were all related to the floor. The ghastly woman’s clothes were smeared with dirt. It was obscure, but it was all I had to go on.
I had to pry the door open with a crowbar, but I managed after a minute or two. A wave of unnatural cold air blasted me, so strong that I had to throw on a coat just to stop from shivering so badly.
I clicked on my flashlight, illuminating the eerie underbelly of our home. The dirt sifted under my feet as I crouch-walked around. After hearing it, it only confirmed what I thought I heard from under the floor.
Expecting to see more, I was almost disappointed that the crawlspace was completely bare. Not believing it entirely, I shined my light around more. The back part of the crawlspace led to concrete and it was there that I noticed one section of the wall looked different than the rest.
Hands quivering, I pushed against the section of concrete and felt it shift under the pressure. It continued to wobble around in place the more I pushed. Holding my flashlight between my teeth, I had to use both hands to pry the piece away from the wall. To my astonishment, it pulled away very easily. It was no coincidence that the section of wall fit the hole exactly, like a puzzle piece.
After leaning the piece of concrete against the wall, I found that the concrete was covering a door with a padlock.
There’s no way anything good is behind this...
Minutes later, I returned to the mysterious door with a pair of bolt cutters. I debated whether or not I’d go in. There was no reason I shouldn’t satisfy my curiosity, because if there wasn’t anything then great, but if there was something terrible, I’d simply have to deal with it. Either way, I had to know.
I clipped the metal bar off the lock and it thudded softly to the dirt floor. Taking in a deep breath, I dared to aim my beam down the opening. The crawlspace extended much further into the house, and I had a good guess where it led. I now had to crawl on my hands and knees as a knot of dread formed in my stomach.
“You always tell people not to do this in movies, why are you doing this now??!” I chastised myself.
I knew all too well how stupid this was but the part of my brain that can’t look away from a car wreck pushed me to carry along regardless.
It was difficult to navigate with the flashlight and crawl. A mild claustrophobia settled in that pushed me along with a sense of urgency. The temperature couldn’t have been any more than a meatlocker. My hands shook despite my thick jacket. Eventually, I came to a dead end.
Is this all?
I stopped for a moment and checked around with my light some more, hoping a more thorough search would bear some fruit. Yet, there was nothing.
Sighing in frustration, I decided that perhaps I was losing my mind and was just having really vivid dreams after all. How could I have been so stupid?
I made it halfway across the hidden area when I felt my legs suddenly give out. They weren’t tired or sore before this. It was as if they stopped working of their own volition. I attempted to cry out, but my mouth felt as if some force held it closed.
Just like a stitched mouth...
One of the few things I could move was my neck and I turned to the side to see...
…a tuft of a blanket?
Due to the narrow space, I must have missed it. I slowly reached for it with all the internal alarms in my body going off at once. Ignoring the warning, I pulled the cloth back to reveal a skeletal hand.
In this moment of revulsion, something turned on my motor skills again as I regained control of my legs, crawling out of there as quickly as I could muster. Heaving, I stumbled out of the crawlspace and instantly felt the rise in temperature. I sat on the porch and stayed there as I called the police and explained the situation.
It turns out that one of the previous owners of the home was a major suspect in the disappearance of a young lady fifteen years ago. There wasn’t enough evidence to conduct a home search so they were never able to find the body. And what they found was something I wish I had never known.
From examining the body, they found that her captor had broken both of her legs so she couldn’t escape and sewn her mouth shut to keep her from screaming. It was hard to tell how long she’d been locked down there before she died, but they hypothesized it was a month or two. The cause of death was unclear. This was clearly enough to pursue the former owner.
When they picked him up, the guy tried to play the ignorance card, pretending as if he didn’t know what house they were referring to. This of course made it even more suspicious.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything concrete enough to tie him to her death...until they searched his current home. Blueprints of the home showed that the crawlspace was supposed to end ten feet where the concrete wall was. No contractors were hired to do any work on the home, so someone had personally busted it up and created the door going further in. The last part of it was the padlock on the door.
When the police searched the man’s home, they found a shoebox full of seemingly innocent keepsakes. Among the keepsakes were some heirlooms, pictures of close family members, and a key. As suspected, the key matched the padlock to the crawlspace door. It was apparently enough to make him crack. It wasn’t long before he confessed to the kidnapping and murder, albeit without a hint of remorse. Turns out the bastard kept the key as a sick trophy.
They even questioned him about other possible victims since this was a trait commonly shared by serial killers. He denied it, but the police couldn’t feel any truth from it. If anything they knew that they solved one case, put a guilty man behind bars, and put a family at peace. Justice was served and he was locked away for the rest of his miserable life. Poetic justice, if you ask me. The poor girl’s parents buried her remains on a family plot.
After all this, we had serious doubts about staying in the home. Knowing something this egregious happened in our home was almost unbearable. I can’t tell you how much we cried when we heard the story of what happened to that poor girl. We were on the brink of selling the house for about a week, but one night changed all that.
I woke up from a dream, one so vivid yet it somehow escaped my thoughts like a fistful of sand. There was a strange feeling in my gut as if something was going to happen.
It was neither good nor bad, just....strange.
After drinking a small glass of milk, I meandered down the hall and stopped in my tracks. A woman stood in front of me, half-transparent with a bluish luminescence. I felt as if I knew her, although I didn’t recognize her appearance at all. She smiled, and I instantly knew who she was. Compared to her previous horrific manifestation, the woman was almost unrecognizable.
Never speaking, she motioned to her legs and I saw that they were in perfect condition. In a mild state of shock, I managed to form a smile. She beamed even wider and ran her fingers across her lips, pointing out her lack of stitches. A blanket of warmth wrapped around me, and I couldn’t resist the salty tears that streamed down my face.
Right before she waved goodbye, a voice spoke within my mind.
"It’s over now. Thank you..."
She faded away, and for the first time since we moved into that house, all hints of the oppressive energy dissipated. That was the last time I ever saw her.
It’s been 30 years now, and we’re still in that house to this day...
May she continue to rest in peace...
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It wasn’t until later that I realized there were warning signs. The seller seemed really anxious to close, and we were offered a much cheaper price than we expected for the space we got. While there was a moment of doubt, we brushed it off as some weird circumstance that ended in a great deal for us.
How could we possibly pass that up?
The strange occurrences were small at first. I would be up late watching TV and swore I heard something. I’d pause the show and make out what sounded like dragging noises. After investigating, I wouldn’t find anything. Even stranger was that no matter where I walked in the house, the noise always sounded the same distance away. When I focused on it, I noticed the particular noise was rhythmic.
Tap, tap...sliiiiiiide.
It was like that every single time. My wife never heard it, it was only me. None of us believe in ghosts, mind you. But as I said before it was a small thing, so I brushed it off.
One night, I woke up in a startle. I listened intently but could hear nothing. I decided to grab a late night snack from the kitchen since I was awake anyway.
Halfway down the hall, I heard something. This time, it sounded like dirt being sifted und. I knelt down and swore that the sound was louder. Before I knew it, I had my ear pressed to the hardwood floor, listening intently.
Schht, schht.....sccchhhhhhh...
I jumped up from the floor. It was that same pattern of noises, but this time it sounded like someone in the dirt. Trying to ignore the chills washing over me, I took a step towards the kitchen when…
…something grabbed my ankle.
I fell forward, almost busting my chin on the floor.
“What the...”
Flipping over, I turned to face my assailant, but there was no one behind me. I brushed it off and chalked it up to poor balance from a sleep-hangover. My wife got a good chuckle out of that one.
After that, the house began to feel.....heavier. It was this weight over me that would come and go. This was accompanied by feeling cold no matter how much we turned up the heat, and this was the middle of the summer. Even stranger, the cold seemed to only be in certain spots, particularly on the floor itself. I liked to walk around barefoot no matter what time of year it was, but it was even too cold for me.
Another night, I woke up again. My ears stood at attention, but couldn’t hear any evidence of what woke me up. I got up just like before, except I never made it to the kitchen.
I only made if halfway down our hall before I suddenly felt a horrible pain in my right leg. I had to limp to keep moving, then my other leg was wracked with a wave of pain. It was so bad I found myself face down on the ground, writhing in agony.
Then I heard it again…that awful succession of noises.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
The sliding sound was coming from the hardwood floor this time, not from underneath. And the sound was getting closer and closer until...
I watched in horror as a hand came around the corner in front of me. It was soon joined by another, and they tugged at the floor. My heart hammered in my chest as a person slowly came into view.
It was a woman with long black hair, her disheveled clothing smeared with dirt and hanging off in shreds. Her mouth was crudely stitched shut. She looked up at me with empty, lost eyes and I instantly felt a lifetime of pain and misery. It took my breath away, and I had to focus on my breathing to keep myself from fainting.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
That awful sound repeated as she grabbed the floor and pulled herself towards me. I was in a terrified trance, eyes locked with her as she slowly closed the distance. I could now see that she dragged herself because her legs were horribly mangled. A low moan emanated from her throat, sending ice through my veins.
Her very presence seemed to drain me, and I couldn’t move no matter how hard I tried. She made this awful gurgling sound as she got within arm’s reach. In seconds, her face was right up to mine. I tried to scream, but couldn’t make any sound.
Then...I woke up.
“AAAAHHhhh!” I shouted as I sprang up in bed.
My wife tried to console me, but it did very little. I’d never had a dream that felt so real before. Shaking, I walked out into the hallway where I had collapsed in my dream. I put a hand on the floor, expecting it to be freezing cold as usual.
But it was warm...
“Honey?” I felt the soft hand of my wife touch my shoulder.
“What’s going on? You look white as a sheet.”
“I’m okay...I just...”
On the floor in front me, I noticed the faint trace of fingernail marks.
“Was that there before?” My wife inquired.
“I’m...I’m not sure.”
“Let’s go back to bed. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow.”
I tried to hold back my stubborn expression, but she still saw it.
“C’mon, you need to rest.”
With an exasperated exhale, I went back to bed with the strange occurrence replaying incessantly in my brain.
In the morning, I told my wife about all the strange experiences. To my shock she actually believed me.
“What do you want to do, then?” She asked.
“Well...I have a theory I want to check out.”
“Theory of what?”
“Well, let’s just say that ghosts exist, and there are certain reasons why they haunt certain places. If that is true then...I think there could be a body in our crawlspace.”
“What, are you crazy?”
“I know how it sounds, but what would it hurt to look?”
“You really think there’s something down there?”
“More someone, but I’m not sure to be honest. Hopefully I can get a confirmation either way it goes.”
That afternoon, I found myself standing at the door to our crawlspace. It felt ridiculous, but so many details pointed to it. The sounds and cold spots were all related to the floor. The ghastly woman’s clothes were smeared with dirt. It was obscure, but it was all I had to go on.
I had to pry the door open with a crowbar, but I managed after a minute or two. A wave of unnatural cold air blasted me, so strong that I had to throw on a coat just to stop from shivering so badly.
I clicked on my flashlight, illuminating the eerie underbelly of our home. The dirt sifted under my feet as I crouch-walked around. After hearing it, it only confirmed what I thought I heard from under the floor.
Expecting to see more, I was almost disappointed that the crawlspace was completely bare. Not believing it entirely, I shined my light around more. The back part of the crawlspace led to concrete and it was there that I noticed one section of the wall looked different than the rest.
Hands quivering, I pushed against the section of concrete and felt it shift under the pressure. It continued to wobble around in place the more I pushed. Holding my flashlight between my teeth, I had to use both hands to pry the piece away from the wall. To my astonishment, it pulled away very easily. It was no coincidence that the section of wall fit the hole exactly, like a puzzle piece.
After leaning the piece of concrete against the wall, I found that the concrete was covering a door with a padlock.
There’s no way anything good is behind this...
Minutes later, I returned to the mysterious door with a pair of bolt cutters. I debated whether or not I’d go in. There was no reason I shouldn’t satisfy my curiosity, because if there wasn’t anything then great, but if there was something terrible, I’d simply have to deal with it. Either way, I had to know.
I clipped the metal bar off the lock and it thudded softly to the dirt floor. Taking in a deep breath, I dared to aim my beam down the opening. The crawlspace extended much further into the house, and I had a good guess where it led. I now had to crawl on my hands and knees as a knot of dread formed in my stomach.
“You always tell people not to do this in movies, why are you doing this now??!” I chastised myself.
I knew all too well how stupid this was but the part of my brain that can’t look away from a car wreck pushed me to carry along regardless.
It was difficult to navigate with the flashlight and crawl. A mild claustrophobia settled in that pushed me along with a sense of urgency. The temperature couldn’t have been any more than a meatlocker. My hands shook despite my thick jacket. Eventually, I came to a dead end.
Is this all?
I stopped for a moment and checked around with my light some more, hoping a more thorough search would bear some fruit. Yet, there was nothing.
Sighing in frustration, I decided that perhaps I was losing my mind and was just having really vivid dreams after all. How could I have been so stupid?
I made it halfway across the hidden area when I felt my legs suddenly give out. They weren’t tired or sore before this. It was as if they stopped working of their own volition. I attempted to cry out, but my mouth felt as if some force held it closed.
Just like a stitched mouth...
One of the few things I could move was my neck and I turned to the side to see...
…a tuft of a blanket?
Due to the narrow space, I must have missed it. I slowly reached for it with all the internal alarms in my body going off at once. Ignoring the warning, I pulled the cloth back to reveal a skeletal hand.
In this moment of revulsion, something turned on my motor skills again as I regained control of my legs, crawling out of there as quickly as I could muster. Heaving, I stumbled out of the crawlspace and instantly felt the rise in temperature. I sat on the porch and stayed there as I called the police and explained the situation.
It turns out that one of the previous owners of the home was a major suspect in the disappearance of a young lady fifteen years ago. There wasn’t enough evidence to conduct a home search so they were never able to find the body. And what they found was something I wish I had never known.
From examining the body, they found that her captor had broken both of her legs so she couldn’t escape and sewn her mouth shut to keep her from screaming. It was hard to tell how long she’d been locked down there before she died, but they hypothesized it was a month or two. The cause of death was unclear. This was clearly enough to pursue the former owner.
When they picked him up, the guy tried to play the ignorance card, pretending as if he didn’t know what house they were referring to. This of course made it even more suspicious.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything concrete enough to tie him to her death...until they searched his current home. Blueprints of the home showed that the crawlspace was supposed to end ten feet where the concrete wall was. No contractors were hired to do any work on the home, so someone had personally busted it up and created the door going further in. The last part of it was the padlock on the door.
When the police searched the man’s home, they found a shoebox full of seemingly innocent keepsakes. Among the keepsakes were some heirlooms, pictures of close family members, and a key. As suspected, the key matched the padlock to the crawlspace door. It was apparently enough to make him crack. It wasn’t long before he confessed to the kidnapping and murder, albeit without a hint of remorse. Turns out the bastard kept the key as a sick trophy.
They even questioned him about other possible victims since this was a trait commonly shared by serial killers. He denied it, but the police couldn’t feel any truth from it. If anything they knew that they solved one case, put a guilty man behind bars, and put a family at peace. Justice was served and he was locked away for the rest of his miserable life. Poetic justice, if you ask me. The poor girl’s parents buried her remains on a family plot.
After all this, we had serious doubts about staying in the home. Knowing something this egregious happened in our home was almost unbearable. I can’t tell you how much we cried when we heard the story of what happened to that poor girl. We were on the brink of selling the house for about a week, but one night changed all that.
I woke up from a dream, one so vivid yet it somehow escaped my thoughts like a fistful of sand. There was a strange feeling in my gut as if something was going to happen.
It was neither good nor bad, just....strange.
After drinking a small glass of milk, I meandered down the hall and stopped in my tracks. A woman stood in front of me, half-transparent with a bluish luminescence. I felt as if I knew her, although I didn’t recognize her appearance at all. She smiled, and I instantly knew who she was. Compared to her previous horrific manifestation, the woman was almost unrecognizable.
Never speaking, she motioned to her legs and I saw that they were in perfect condition. In a mild state of shock, I managed to form a smile. She beamed even wider and ran her fingers across her lips, pointing out her lack of stitches. A blanket of warmth wrapped around me, and I couldn’t resist the salty tears that streamed down my face.
Right before she waved goodbye, a voice spoke within my mind.
"It’s over now. Thank you..."
She faded away, and for the first time since we moved into that house, all hints of the oppressive energy dissipated. That was the last time I ever saw her.
It’s been 30 years now, and we’re still in that house to this day...
May she continue to rest in peace...
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Like all haunted house stories, this took place right after I moved in. Cliché, right? My wife and I saved up enough money from our rental to finally put down on a house of our own. So we moved in and everything seemed right...at first.
It wasn’t until later that I realized there were warning signs. The seller seemed really anxious to close, and we were offered a much cheaper price than we expected for the space we got. While there was a moment of doubt, we brushed it off as some weird circumstance that ended in a great deal for us.
How could we possibly pass that up?
The strange occurrences were small at first. I would be up late watching TV and swore I heard something. I’d pause the show and make out what sounded like dragging noises. After investigating, I wouldn’t find anything. Even stranger was that no matter where I walked in the house, the noise always sounded the same distance away. When I focused on it, I noticed the particular noise was rhythmic.
Tap, tap...sliiiiiiide.
It was like that every single time. My wife never heard it, it was only me. None of us believe in ghosts, mind you. But as I said before it was a small thing, so I brushed it off.
One night, I woke up in a startle. I listened intently but could hear nothing. I decided to grab a late night snack from the kitchen since I was awake anyway.
Halfway down the hall, I heard something. This time, it sounded like dirt being sifted und. I knelt down and swore that the sound was louder. Before I knew it, I had my ear pressed to the hardwood floor, listening intently.
Schht, schht.....sccchhhhhhh...
I jumped up from the floor. It was that same pattern of noises, but this time it sounded like someone in the dirt. Trying to ignore the chills washing over me, I took a step towards the kitchen when…
…something grabbed my ankle.
I fell forward, almost busting my chin on the floor.
“What the...”
Flipping over, I turned to face my assailant, but there was no one behind me. I brushed it off and chalked it up to poor balance from a sleep-hangover. My wife got a good chuckle out of that one.
After that, the house began to feel.....heavier. It was this weight over me that would come and go. This was accompanied by feeling cold no matter how much we turned up the heat, and this was the middle of the sumer. Even stranger, the cold seemed to only be in certain spots, particularly on the floor itself. I liked to walk around barefoot no matter what time of year it was, but it was even too cold for me.
Another night, I woke up again. My ears stood at attention, but couldn’t hear any evidence of what woke me up. I got up just like before, except I never made it to the kitchen.
I only made if halfway down our hall before I suddenly felt a horrible pain in my right leg. I had to limp to keep moving, then my other leg was wracked with a wave of pain. It was so bad I found myself face down on the ground, writhing in agony.
Then I heard it again…that awful succession of noises.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
The sliding sound was coming from the hardwood floor this time, not from underneath. And the sound was getting closer and closer until...
I watched in horror as a hand came around the corner in front of me. It was soon joined by another, and they tugged at the floor. My heart hammered in my chest as a person slowly came into view.
It was a woman with long black hair, her disheveled clothing smeared with dirt and hanging off in shreds. Her mouth was crudely stitched shut. She looked up at me with empty, lost eyes and I instantly felt a lifetime of pain and misery. It took my breath away, and I had to focus on my breathing to keep myself from fainting.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
That awful sound repeated as she grabbed the floor and pulled herself towards me. I was in a terrified trance, eyes locked with her as she slowly closed the distance. I could now see that she dragged herself because her legs were horribly mangled. A low moan emanated from her throat, sending ice through my veins.
Her very presence seemed to drain me, and I couldn’t move no matter how hard I tried. She made this awful gurgling sound as she got within arm’s reach. In seconds, her face was right up to mine. I tried to scream, but couldn’t make any sound.
Then...I woke up.
“AAAAHHhhh!” I shouted as I sprang up in bed.
My wife tried to console me, but it did very little. I’d never had a dream that felt so real before. Shaking, I walked out into the hallway where I had collapsed in my dream. I put a hand on the floor, expecting it to be freezing cold as usual.
But it was warm...
“Honey?” I felt the soft hand of my wife touch my shoulder.
“What’s going on? You look white as a sheet.”
“I’m okay...I just...”
On the floor in front me, I noticed the faint trace of fingernail marks.
“Was that there before?” My wife inquired.
“I’m...I’m not sure.”
“Let’s go back to bed. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow.”
I tried to hold back my stubborn expression, but she still saw it.
“C’mon, you need to rest.”
With an exasperated exhale, I went back to bed with the strange occurrence replaying incessantly in my brain.
In the morning, I told my wife about all the strange experiences. To my shock she actually believed me.
“What do you want to do, then?” She asked.
“Well...I have a theory I want to check out.”
“Theory of what?”
“Well, let’s just say that ghosts exist, and there are certain reasons why they haunt certain places. If that is true then...I think there could be a body in our crawlspace.”
“What, are you crazy?”
“I know how it sounds, but what would it hurt to look?”
“You really think there’s something down there?”
“More someone, but I’m not sure to be honest. Hopefully I can get a confirmation either way it goes.”
That afternoon, I found myself standing at the door to our crawlspace. It felt ridiculous, but so many details pointed to it. The sounds and cold spots were all related to the floor. The ghastly woman’s clothes were smeared with dirt. It was obscure, but it was all I had to go on.
I had to pry the door open with a crowbar, but I managed after a minute or two. A wave of unnatural cold air blasted me, so strong that I had to throw on a coat just to stop from shivering so badly.
I clicked on my flashlight, illuminating the eerie underbelly of our home. The dirt sifted under my feet as I crouch-walked around. After hearing it, it only confirmed what I thought I heard from under the floor.
Expecting to see more, I was almost disappointed that the crawlspace was completely bare. Not believing it entirely, I shined my light around more. The back part of the crawlspace led to concrete and it was there that I noticed one section of the wall looked different than the rest.
Hands quivering, I pushed against the section of concrete and felt it shift under the pressure. It continued to wobble around in place the more I pushed. Holding my flashlight between my teeth, I had to use both hands to pry the piece away from the wall. To my astonishment, it pulled away very easily. It was no coincidence that the section of wall fit the hole exactly, like a puzzle piece.
After leaning the piece of concrete against the wall, I found that the concrete was covering a door with a padlock.
There’s no way anything good is behind this...
Minutes later, I returned to the mysterious door with a pair of bolt cutters. I debated whether or not I’d go in. There was no reason I shouldn’t satisfy my curiosity, because if there wasn’t anything then great, but if there was something terrible, I’d simply have to deal with it. Either way, I had to know.
I clipped the metal bar off the lock and it thudded softly to the dirt floor. Taking in a deep breath, I dared to aim my beam down the opening. The crawlspace extended much further into the house, and I had a good guess where it led. I now had to crawl on my hands and knees as a knot of dread formed in my stomach.
“You always tell people not to do this in movies, why are you doing this now??!” I chastised myself.
I knew all too well how stupid this was but the part of my brain that can’t look away from a car wreck pushed me to carry along regardless.
It was difficult to navigate with the flashlight and crawl. A mild claustrophobia settled in that pushed me along with a sense of urgency. The temperature couldn’t have been any more than a meatlocker. My hands shook despite my thick jacket. Eventually, I came to a dead end.
Is this all?
I stopped for a moment and checked around with my light some more, hoping a more thorough search would bear some fruit. Yet, there was nothing.
Sighing in frustration, I decided that perhaps I was losing my mind and was just having really vivid dreams after all. How could I have been so stupid?
I made it halfway across the hidden area when I felt my legs suddenly give out. They weren’t tired or sore before this. It was as if they stopped working of their own volition. I attempted to cry out, but my mouth felt as if some force held it closed.
Just like a stitched mouth...
One of the few things I could move was my neck and I turned to the side to see...
…a tuft of a blanket?
Due to the narrow space, I must have missed it. I slowly reached for it with all the internal alarms in my body going off at once. Ignoring the warning, I pulled the cloth back to reveal a skeletal hand.
In this moment of revulsion, something turned on my motor skills again as I regained control of my legs, crawling out of there as quickly as I could muster. Heaving, I stumbled out of the crawlspace and instantly felt the rise in temperature. I sat on the porch and stayed there as I called the police and explained the situation.
It turns out that one of the previous owners of the home was a major suspect in the disappearance of a young lady fifteen years ago. There wasn’t enough evidence to conduct a home search so they were never able to find the body. And what they found was something I wish I had never known.
From examining the body, they found that her captor had broken both of her legs so she couldn’t escape and sewn her mouth shut to keep her from screaming. It was hard to tell how long she’d been locked down there before she died, but they hypothesized it was a month or two. The cause of death was unclear. This was clearly enough to pursue the former owner.
When they picked him up, the guy tried to play the ignorance card, pretending as if he didn’t know what house they were referring to. This of course made it even more suspicious.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything concrete enough to tie him to her death...until they searched his current home. Blueprints of the home showed that the crawlspace was supposed to end ten feet where the concrete wall was. No contractors were hired to do any work on the home, so someone had personally busted it up and created the door going further in. The last part of it was the padlock on the door.
When the police searched the man’s home, they found a shoebox full of seemingly innocent keepsakes. Among the keepsakes were some heirlooms, pictures of close family members, and a key. As suspected, the key matched the padlock to the crawlspace door. It was apparently enough to make him crack. It wasn’t long before he confessed to the kidnapping and murder, albeit without a hint of remorse. Turns out the bastard kept the key as a sick trophy.
They even questioned him about other possible victims since this was a trait commonly shared by serial killers. He denied it, but the police couldn’t feel any truth from it. If anything they knew that they solved one case, put a guilty man behind bars, and put a family at peace. Justice was served and he was locked away for the rest of his miserable life. Poetic justice, if you ask me. The poor girl’s parents buried her remains on a family plot.
After all this, we had serious doubts about staying in the home. Knowing something this egregious happened in our home was almost unbearable. I can’t tell you how much we cried when we heard the story of what happened to that poor girl. We were on the brink of selling the house for about a week, but one night changed all that.
I woke up from a dream, one so vivid yet it somehow escaped my thoughts like a fistful of sand. There was a strange feeling in my gut as if something was going to happen.
It was neither good nor bad, just....strange.
After drinking a small glass of milk, I meandered down the hall and stopped in my tracks. A woman stood in front of me, half-transparent with a bluish luminescence. I felt as if I knew her, although I didn’t recognize her appearance at all. She smiled, and I instantly knew who she was. Compared to her previous horrific manifestation, the woman was almost unrecognizable.
Never speaking, she motioned to her legs and I saw that they were in perfect condition. In a mild state of shock, I managed to form a smile. She beamed even wider and ran her fingers across her lips, pointing out her lack of stitches. A blanket of warmth wrapped around me, and I couldn’t resist the salty tears that streamed down my face.
Right before she waved goodbye, a voice spoke within my mind.
"It’s over now. Thank you..."
She faded away, and for the first time since we moved into that house, all hints of the oppressive energy dissipated. That was the last time I ever saw her.
It’s been 30 years now, and we’re still in that house to this day...
May she continue to rest in peace...
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It wasn’t until later that I realized there were warning signs. The seller seemed really anxious to close, and we were offered a much cheaper price than we expected for the space we got. While there was a moment of doubt, we brushed it off as some weird circumstance that ended in a great deal for us.
How could we possibly pass that up?
The strange occurrences were small at first. I would be up late watching TV and swore I heard something. I’d pause the show and make out what sounded like dragging noises. After investigating, I wouldn’t find anything. Even stranger was that no matter where I walked in the house, the noise always sounded the same distance away. When I focused on it, I noticed the particular noise was rhythmic.
Tap, tap...sliiiiiiide.
It was like that every single time. My wife never heard it, it was only me. None of us believe in ghosts, mind you. But as I said before it was a small thing, so I brushed it off.
One night, I woke up in a startle. I listened intently but could hear nothing. I decided to grab a late night snack from the kitchen since I was awake anyway.
Halfway down the hall, I heard something. This time, it sounded like dirt being sifted und. I knelt down and swore that the sound was louder. Before I knew it, I had my ear pressed to the hardwood floor, listening intently.
Schht, schht.....sccchhhhhhh...
I jumped up from the floor. It was that same pattern of noises, but this time it sounded like someone in the dirt. Trying to ignore the chills washing over me, I took a step towards the kitchen when…
…something grabbed my ankle.
I fell forward, almost busting my chin on the floor.
“What the...”
Flipping over, I turned to face my assailant, but there was no one behind me. I brushed it off and chalked it up to poor balance from a sleep-hangover. My wife got a good chuckle out of that one.
After that, the house began to feel.....heavier. It was this weight over me that would come and go. This was accompanied by feeling cold no matter how much we turned up the heat, and this was the middle of the sumer. Even stranger, the cold seemed to only be in certain spots, particularly on the floor itself. I liked to walk around barefoot no matter what time of year it was, but it was even too cold for me.
Another night, I woke up again. My ears stood at attention, but couldn’t hear any evidence of what woke me up. I got up just like before, except I never made it to the kitchen.
I only made if halfway down our hall before I suddenly felt a horrible pain in my right leg. I had to limp to keep moving, then my other leg was wracked with a wave of pain. It was so bad I found myself face down on the ground, writhing in agony.
Then I heard it again…that awful succession of noises.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
The sliding sound was coming from the hardwood floor this time, not from underneath. And the sound was getting closer and closer until...
I watched in horror as a hand came around the corner in front of me. It was soon joined by another, and they tugged at the floor. My heart hammered in my chest as a person slowly came into view.
It was a woman with long black hair, her disheveled clothing smeared with dirt and hanging off in shreds. Her mouth was crudely stitched shut. She looked up at me with empty, lost eyes and I instantly felt a lifetime of pain and misery. It took my breath away, and I had to focus on my breathing to keep myself from fainting.
Tap, tap....sliiiiiide.
That awful sound repeated as she grabbed the floor and pulled herself towards me. I was in a terrified trance, eyes locked with her as she slowly closed the distance. I could now see that she dragged herself because her legs were horribly mangled. A low moan emanated from her throat, sending ice through my veins.
Her very presence seemed to drain me, and I couldn’t move no matter how hard I tried. She made this awful gurgling sound as she got within arm’s reach. In seconds, her face was right up to mine. I tried to scream, but couldn’t make any sound.
Then...I woke up.
“AAAAHHhhh!” I shouted as I sprang up in bed.
My wife tried to console me, but it did very little. I’d never had a dream that felt so real before. Shaking, I walked out into the hallway where I had collapsed in my dream. I put a hand on the floor, expecting it to be freezing cold as usual.
But it was warm...
“Honey?” I felt the soft hand of my wife touch my shoulder.
“What’s going on? You look white as a sheet.”
“I’m okay...I just...”
On the floor in front me, I noticed the faint trace of fingernail marks.
“Was that there before?” My wife inquired.
“I’m...I’m not sure.”
“Let’s go back to bed. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow.”
I tried to hold back my stubborn expression, but she still saw it.
“C’mon, you need to rest.”
With an exasperated exhale, I went back to bed with the strange occurrence replaying incessantly in my brain.
In the morning, I told my wife about all the strange experiences. To my shock she actually believed me.
“What do you want to do, then?” She asked.
“Well...I have a theory I want to check out.”
“Theory of what?”
“Well, let’s just say that ghosts exist, and there are certain reasons why they haunt certain places. If that is true then...I think there could be a body in our crawlspace.”
“What, are you crazy?”
“I know how it sounds, but what would it hurt to look?”
“You really think there’s something down there?”
“More someone, but I’m not sure to be honest. Hopefully I can get a confirmation either way it goes.”
That afternoon, I found myself standing at the door to our crawlspace. It felt ridiculous, but so many details pointed to it. The sounds and cold spots were all related to the floor. The ghastly woman’s clothes were smeared with dirt. It was obscure, but it was all I had to go on.
I had to pry the door open with a crowbar, but I managed after a minute or two. A wave of unnatural cold air blasted me, so strong that I had to throw on a coat just to stop from shivering so badly.
I clicked on my flashlight, illuminating the eerie underbelly of our home. The dirt sifted under my feet as I crouch-walked around. After hearing it, it only confirmed what I thought I heard from under the floor.
Expecting to see more, I was almost disappointed that the crawlspace was completely bare. Not believing it entirely, I shined my light around more. The back part of the crawlspace led to concrete and it was there that I noticed one section of the wall looked different than the rest.
Hands quivering, I pushed against the section of concrete and felt it shift under the pressure. It continued to wobble around in place the more I pushed. Holding my flashlight between my teeth, I had to use both hands to pry the piece away from the wall. To my astonishment, it pulled away very easily. It was no coincidence that the section of wall fit the hole exactly, like a puzzle piece.
After leaning the piece of concrete against the wall, I found that the concrete was covering a door with a padlock.
There’s no way anything good is behind this...
Minutes later, I returned to the mysterious door with a pair of bolt cutters. I debated whether or not I’d go in. There was no reason I shouldn’t satisfy my curiosity, because if there wasn’t anything then great, but if there was something terrible, I’d simply have to deal with it. Either way, I had to know.
I clipped the metal bar off the lock and it thudded softly to the dirt floor. Taking in a deep breath, I dared to aim my beam down the opening. The crawlspace extended much further into the house, and I had a good guess where it led. I now had to crawl on my hands and knees as a knot of dread formed in my stomach.
“You always tell people not to do this in movies, why are you doing this now??!” I chastised myself.
I knew all too well how stupid this was but the part of my brain that can’t look away from a car wreck pushed me to carry along regardless.
It was difficult to navigate with the flashlight and crawl. A mild claustrophobia settled in that pushed me along with a sense of urgency. The temperature couldn’t have been any more than a meatlocker. My hands shook despite my thick jacket. Eventually, I came to a dead end.
Is this all?
I stopped for a moment and checked around with my light some more, hoping a more thorough search would bear some fruit. Yet, there was nothing.
Sighing in frustration, I decided that perhaps I was losing my mind and was just having really vivid dreams after all. How could I have been so stupid?
I made it halfway across the hidden area when I felt my legs suddenly give out. They weren’t tired or sore before this. It was as if they stopped working of their own volition. I attempted to cry out, but my mouth felt as if some force held it closed.
Just like a stitched mouth...
One of the few things I could move was my neck and I turned to the side to see...
…a tuft of a blanket?
Due to the narrow space, I must have missed it. I slowly reached for it with all the internal alarms in my body going off at once. Ignoring the warning, I pulled the cloth back to reveal a skeletal hand.
In this moment of revulsion, something turned on my motor skills again as I regained control of my legs, crawling out of there as quickly as I could muster. Heaving, I stumbled out of the crawlspace and instantly felt the rise in temperature. I sat on the porch and stayed there as I called the police and explained the situation.
It turns out that one of the previous owners of the home was a major suspect in the disappearance of a young lady fifteen years ago. There wasn’t enough evidence to conduct a home search so they were never able to find the body. And what they found was something I wish I had never known.
From examining the body, they found that her captor had broken both of her legs so she couldn’t escape and sewn her mouth shut to keep her from screaming. It was hard to tell how long she’d been locked down there before she died, but they hypothesized it was a month or two. The cause of death was unclear. This was clearly enough to pursue the former owner.
When they picked him up, the guy tried to play the ignorance card, pretending as if he didn’t know what house they were referring to. This of course made it even more suspicious.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything concrete enough to tie him to her death...until they searched his current home. Blueprints of the home showed that the crawlspace was supposed to end ten feet where the concrete wall was. No contractors were hired to do any work on the home, so someone had personally busted it up and created the door going further in. The last part of it was the padlock on the door.
When the police searched the man’s home, they found a shoebox full of seemingly innocent keepsakes. Among the keepsakes were some heirlooms, pictures of close family members, and a key. As suspected, the key matched the padlock to the crawlspace door. It was apparently enough to make him crack. It wasn’t long before he confessed to the kidnapping and murder, albeit without a hint of remorse. Turns out the bastard kept the key as a sick trophy.
They even questioned him about other possible victims since this was a trait commonly shared by serial killers. He denied it, but the police couldn’t feel any truth from it. If anything they knew that they solved one case, put a guilty man behind bars, and put a family at peace. Justice was served and he was locked away for the rest of his miserable life. Poetic justice, if you ask me. The poor girl’s parents buried her remains on a family plot.
After all this, we had serious doubts about staying in the home. Knowing something this egregious happened in our home was almost unbearable. I can’t tell you how much we cried when we heard the story of what happened to that poor girl. We were on the brink of selling the house for about a week, but one night changed all that.
I woke up from a dream, one so vivid yet it somehow escaped my thoughts like a fistful of sand. There was a strange feeling in my gut as if something was going to happen.
It was neither good nor bad, just....strange.
After drinking a small glass of milk, I meandered down the hall and stopped in my tracks. A woman stood in front of me, half-transparent with a bluish luminescence. I felt as if I knew her, although I didn’t recognize her appearance at all. She smiled, and I instantly knew who she was. Compared to her previous horrific manifestation, the woman was almost unrecognizable.
Never speaking, she motioned to her legs and I saw that they were in perfect condition. In a mild state of shock, I managed to form a smile. She beamed even wider and ran her fingers across her lips, pointing out her lack of stitches. A blanket of warmth wrapped around me, and I couldn’t resist the salty tears that streamed down my face.
Right before she waved goodbye, a voice spoke within my mind.
"It’s over now. Thank you..."
She faded away, and for the first time since we moved into that house, all hints of the oppressive energy dissipated. That was the last time I ever saw her.
It’s been 30 years now, and we’re still in that house to this day...
May she continue to rest in peace...
2024.06.09 21:46 NerdvanaShana [IL] Question Contempt Parenting Plan
The last time my husband and I saw his daughter was back in Dec 2023. She was 12 years old at the time and is now 13. He has joint custody. Very standard parenting plan. Every other weekend, split holidays etc. We found out that the minor child ( I'll refer to her as Rose. Not her real name) has been having video communication via messenger with a 38 year old man. This is the same man that her mother cheated with while with my husband and ended their relationship. My husband didn't approve of this. I should also note that we live 2 hours from each other. One day while having a video chat with Rose, my husband saw that she had him on her Facebook friends list. Rose knew he didn't like him and tried to hurry and make her friends list private. My husband got frustrated and ended the call. Rose then blocked us from her Facebook. My husband then locked her out of the Playstation account that we had made for her. This is what started this all. In February we had all agreed to have her over for Easter. We got a call from her mom saying we will never see her ever again and wouldn't explain why. My husband reminded her of the custody parenting plan. Then we recieved a letter about an order of protection being placed on my husband. With false claims of us making Rose and my son watch porn last summer. Problem with that is she didn't know my son hasn't been home since 2020. So that was easily disproved. She also contacted DCFS and that was also eventually found in our favor and the case was closed. I should also note that during the OP case the judge said this girl has clearly been brainwashed. She also said to our lawyer after the case that she recommends his clients not have her over to our house for our own safety. Her next step was to try and so a change of venue to try and make it more complicated for us in filing a contempt motion. This also failed since no circumstances had changed. So that is the back story as bluntly as I can put it. We attempted to pick her up twice and was denied. The mother claimed she doesn't want to go and she can't make her. And she can't drag her to the car because that would be child abuse. Then we have our contempt case. We had so much evidence. One thing that was admitted in court was one of the last things said by the mother during the OP case was she was just doing that to "buy time". When asked what she meant by that she explained she needed that OP to make it easier to get full custody. She also claimed Rose would runaway if forced to come with us. The mother was faking having an anxiety attack during court to which the judge commented that if she needed to stop the court hearing for her to go to the hospital then Rose would have to go with us. During the court proceedings the judge made comments like, "She's 13. She can't make her own decisions. It's your job as a mother to make her do things she may not want to do." "If she's going to runaway, well I guess she'll runaway in Missouri then." Everything was going our way. The judge was about to rule in our favor. But then. The judge said she would speak to Rose alone in her chambers. We all left the room. The mother didn't have a lawyer. Our lawyer stayed in the room and then was told to leave by the judge. He told us in the hallway that was odd. We all then went back in. The judge had completely changed. She said I now understand why you, "The mother" would want to put her on birth control at age 11. I understand that she had no respect to authority and will do what she wants to do. I see no signs of brainwashing. I was allowed to ask one question. I asked did Rose say there was any abuse done to her by me or my husband. The judge said No and that it's more of a safety issue of what she may do rather then what we would do. And ruled in the mother's favor! Also, 45 minutes after the ruling, the judge texted my lawyer and said, "I hate the way the case ended for your client. That girl is scary, and your client should not put himself in the position of having her in his home" We haven't seen her in 6 months as I'm writing this. I'm in the process of getting the full court transcript and the transcript of the conversation between Rose and the judge. Rose has always been a good kid. We always had a good time. Concerts, swimming, Six Flags, skating, art activities I could go on and on. But in my opinion, I think she's got a thing for this 38 year old and chose him over us. I'd like to hear feedback and opinions about what just took place. I'm confused. We are heartbroken. Can't sleep. Crying non stop.
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2024.06.09 21:45 Proptor__Hoc I'm getting divorced, and I'm terrified of dying alone
I've been NC with my biological family for six years. I don't doubt or regret that decision. Those relationships were abusive and destructive, and I'd rather be alone than reconcile.
But fast forward to today. I'm ending a marriage of seven years. She moved out yesterday. She took our dog, who will be splitting time between my ex and me, but still. My dog doesn't live with me anymore.
I'm so numb. I have friends. I've been dating since the separation, so I know I probably won't be alone forever.
But I just don't know how this ends other than dying alone in a hospital bed. No kids. No wife. No family. Just an old man who focused on his career and read a lot of books in his spare time. I feel dead inside.
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But fast forward to today. I'm ending a marriage of seven years. She moved out yesterday. She took our dog, who will be splitting time between my ex and me, but still. My dog doesn't live with me anymore.
I'm so numb. I have friends. I've been dating since the separation, so I know I probably won't be alone forever.
But I just don't know how this ends other than dying alone in a hospital bed. No kids. No wife. No family. Just an old man who focused on his career and read a lot of books in his spare time. I feel dead inside.
2024.06.09 21:43 ConsistentOutside867 DISM Issues with laptop tried multiple ways to restore registry on a computer that had a failing hard drive that wouldnt boot into a user
This is a attempt at trying to use a windows 10 iso in order to restore health to the hdd in the computer.
Computer is a dell with a 2.5in ssd in it. Computer displays upon trying to login to user profile "The user profile servuce servuce failed the sign in. User profile can not be loaded. Tried enabling the admin account it loads but sits there and twitches tried running online restore for dism from that area but it still fails to restore health. Tried usb with a iso of windows with and creating a "scratch directory" still didnt work.
For this Attempt i tried using the .iso on my main computer downloaded from microsoft website with creation tool with a external adapter to the hdd running this command.
"Dism /Image:D:\ /Cleanup-image /Restorehealth /Source:"C:\Users\User\Desktop\Windows10\sources\install"
Not sure what else to try and throw at it as it doesnt show the "reset option" under the windows recovery neither so thats out of question as well unless someone knows another way. I tried the windows+shift restart and there is no reset there as well as under the bootable iso image.
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Failed to query value to get type and size of registry root: n/a, value: Default [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Failed to query for path to user profiles directory. [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Failed to load the default user profile registry hive. [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/SOFTWARE
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/SYSTEM
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/SECURITY
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/SAM
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/COMPONENTS
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/DRIVERS
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/DEFAULT
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error CBS Failed to load offline store from boot directory: '\\?\D:\' and windows directory: '\\?\D:\Windows\' [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error CBS Failed to initialize store parameters with boot drive: D:\, windows directory D:\Windows, and external directory: [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Boot/BCD
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error CBS Cannot AddSource on a session that has not been initialized. [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Failed adding alternate source directory [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Warning DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=31548 CBS AddSource failed with HRESULT=0x80070002! - CDISMPackageManager::Internal_Finalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=31548 CBS session options=0x40000! - CDISMPackageManager::Internal_Finalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error CBS Cannot finalize a session that has not been initialized. [HRESULT = 0x800f0801 - CBS_E_NOT_INITIALIZED]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Session: 26916_351166562 finalized. Reboot required: no [HRESULT = 0x800f0801 - CBS_E_NOT_INITIALIZED]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=31548 Failed finalizing changes. - CDISMPackageManager::Internal_Finalize(hr:0x800f0801)
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=31548 Failed processing package changes with session option CbsSessionOptionRepairStoreCorruption - CDISMPackageManager::RestoreHealth(hr:0x800f0801)
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=31548 Failed to restore the image health. - CPackageManagerCLIHandler::ProcessCmdLine_CleanupImage(hr:0x800f0801)
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=31548 Failed while processing command cleanup-image. - CPackageManagerCLIHandler::ExecuteCmdLine(hr:0x800f0801)
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error DISM DISM.EXE: DISM Package Manager processed the command line but failed. HRESULT=800F0801
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Found the OSServices. Waiting to finalize it until all other providers are unloaded. - CDISMProviderStore::Final_OnDisconnect
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Found the OSServices. Waiting to finalize it until all other providers are unloaded. - CDISMProviderStore::Final_OnDisconnect
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Found the PE Provider. Waiting to finalize it until all other providers are unloaded. - CDISMProviderStore::Final_OnDisconnect
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(DISM Package Manager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing CBS core. - CDISMPackageManager::Finalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: ExecutionEngineFinalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Execution Engine Finalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Execution Engine Finalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: ComponentAnalyzerFinalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: PackageTrackerFinalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: CoreResourcesUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: SessionManagerFinalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Lock: Lock removed: CSIInventoryCriticalSection, level: 64, total lock:10
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Lock: Lock removed: CCbsSessionManager, level: 11, total lock:9
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: CapabilityManagerFinalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: GetPublicObjectMonitor::Audit
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: PublicObjectMonitorFinalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: Enter vCoreInitializeLock
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: WcpUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: DrupUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: CfgMgr32Unload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: DpxUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: SrUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: CbsEsdUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: CbsTraceInfoUninitialize
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: CbsEventUnregister
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: AppContainerUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: WdsUnload, logging from cbscore will end.
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: DISM Package Manager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(MsiManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: MsiManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(IntlManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: IntlManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(IBSManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: IBSManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(DriverManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: DriverManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(DISM Unattend Manager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: DISM Unattend Manager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(SmiManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: SmiManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(AppxManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: AppxManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(ProvManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: ProvManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(AssocManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: AssocManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(GenericManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: GenericManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(OfflineSetupManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: OfflineSetupManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(SysprepManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: SysprepManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(Edition Manager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: Edition Manager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(SetupPlatformManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: SetupPlatformManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Releasing the local reference to OSServices. - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: OSServices - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/SOFTWARE. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/SYSTEM. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/SECURITY. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/SAM. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/DEFAULT. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Users/Default/NTUSER.DAT. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/COMPONENTS. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/DRIVERS. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM OS Provider: PID=26916 TID=25776 Successfully unloaded all registry hives. - CDISMOSServiceManager::Final_OnDisconnect
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Releasing the local reference to DISMLogger. Stop logging. - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Manager: PID=31272 TID=26108 Closing session event handle 0x27c - CDISMManager::CleanupImageSessionEntry
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM.EXE: Image session has been closed. Reboot required=no.
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM.EXE:
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM.EXE: <----- Ending Dism.exe session ---
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM.EXE:
submitted by ConsistentOutside867 to WindowsHelp [link] [comments]
Computer is a dell with a 2.5in ssd in it. Computer displays upon trying to login to user profile "The user profile servuce servuce failed the sign in. User profile can not be loaded. Tried enabling the admin account it loads but sits there and twitches tried running online restore for dism from that area but it still fails to restore health. Tried usb with a iso of windows with and creating a "scratch directory" still didnt work.
For this Attempt i tried using the .iso on my main computer downloaded from microsoft website with creation tool with a external adapter to the hdd running this command.
"Dism /Image:D:\ /Cleanup-image /Restorehealth /Source:"C:\Users\User\Desktop\Windows10\sources\install"
Not sure what else to try and throw at it as it doesnt show the "reset option" under the windows recovery neither so thats out of question as well unless someone knows another way. I tried the windows+shift restart and there is no reset there as well as under the bootable iso image.
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Failed to query value to get type and size of registry root: n/a, value: Default [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Failed to query for path to user profiles directory. [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Failed to load the default user profile registry hive. [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/SOFTWARE
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/SYSTEM
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/SECURITY
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/SAM
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/COMPONENTS
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/DRIVERS
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/System32/config/DEFAULT
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error CBS Failed to load offline store from boot directory: '\\?\D:\' and windows directory: '\\?\D:\Windows\' [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error CBS Failed to initialize store parameters with boot drive: D:\, windows directory D:\Windows, and external directory: [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Force unloading offline registry hive: {bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Boot/BCD
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error CBS Cannot AddSource on a session that has not been initialized. [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Failed adding alternate source directory [HRESULT = 0x80070002 - ERROR_FILE_NOT_FOUND]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Warning DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=31548 CBS AddSource failed with HRESULT=0x80070002! - CDISMPackageManager::Internal_Finalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=31548 CBS session options=0x40000! - CDISMPackageManager::Internal_Finalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error CBS Cannot finalize a session that has not been initialized. [HRESULT = 0x800f0801 - CBS_E_NOT_INITIALIZED]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Session: 26916_351166562 finalized. Reboot required: no [HRESULT = 0x800f0801 - CBS_E_NOT_INITIALIZED]
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=31548 Failed finalizing changes. - CDISMPackageManager::Internal_Finalize(hr:0x800f0801)
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=31548 Failed processing package changes with session option CbsSessionOptionRepairStoreCorruption - CDISMPackageManager::RestoreHealth(hr:0x800f0801)
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=31548 Failed to restore the image health. - CPackageManagerCLIHandler::ProcessCmdLine_CleanupImage(hr:0x800f0801)
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=31548 Failed while processing command cleanup-image. - CPackageManagerCLIHandler::ExecuteCmdLine(hr:0x800f0801)
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Error DISM DISM.EXE: DISM Package Manager processed the command line but failed. HRESULT=800F0801
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Found the OSServices. Waiting to finalize it until all other providers are unloaded. - CDISMProviderStore::Final_OnDisconnect
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Found the OSServices. Waiting to finalize it until all other providers are unloaded. - CDISMProviderStore::Final_OnDisconnect
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Found the PE Provider. Waiting to finalize it until all other providers are unloaded. - CDISMProviderStore::Final_OnDisconnect
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(DISM Package Manager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info DISM DISM Package Manager: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing CBS core. - CDISMPackageManager::Finalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: ExecutionEngineFinalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Execution Engine Finalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Execution Engine Finalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: ComponentAnalyzerFinalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: PackageTrackerFinalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: CoreResourcesUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: SessionManagerFinalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Lock: Lock removed: CSIInventoryCriticalSection, level: 64, total lock:10
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS Lock: Lock removed: CCbsSessionManager, level: 11, total lock:9
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: CapabilityManagerFinalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: GetPublicObjectMonitor::Audit
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: PublicObjectMonitorFinalize
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: Enter vCoreInitializeLock
2024-06-09 15:29:48, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: WcpUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: DrupUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: CfgMgr32Unload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: DpxUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: SrUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: CbsEsdUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: CbsTraceInfoUninitialize
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: CbsEventUnregister
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: AppContainerUnload
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info CBS CbsCoreFinalize: WdsUnload, logging from cbscore will end.
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: DISM Package Manager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(MsiManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: MsiManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(IntlManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: IntlManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(IBSManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: IBSManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(DriverManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: DriverManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(DISM Unattend Manager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: DISM Unattend Manager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(SmiManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: SmiManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(AppxManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: AppxManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(ProvManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: ProvManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(AssocManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: AssocManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(GenericManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: GenericManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(OfflineSetupManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: OfflineSetupManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(SysprepManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: SysprepManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(Edition Manager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: Edition Manager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Finalizing the servicing provider(SetupPlatformManager) - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: SetupPlatformManager - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Releasing the local reference to OSServices. - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Disconnecting Provider: OSServices - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/SOFTWARE. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/SYSTEM. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/SECURITY. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/SAM. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/DEFAULT. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Users/Default/NTUSER.DAT. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/COMPONENTS. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM Offline Registry: PID=26916 TID=25776 Hive is not mounted at HKLM\{bf1a281b-ad7b-4476-ac95-f47682990ce7}D:/Windows/system32/config/DRIVERS. - CRegistryMapping::Init
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM OS Provider: PID=26916 TID=25776 Successfully unloaded all registry hives. - CDISMOSServiceManager::Final_OnDisconnect
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Provider Store: PID=26916 TID=25776 Releasing the local reference to DISMLogger. Stop logging. - CDISMProviderStore::Internal_DisconnectProvider
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM Manager: PID=31272 TID=26108 Closing session event handle 0x27c - CDISMManager::CleanupImageSessionEntry
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM.EXE: Image session has been closed. Reboot required=no.
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM.EXE:
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM.EXE: <----- Ending Dism.exe session ---
2024-06-09 15:29:49, Info DISM DISM.EXE:
2024.06.09 21:43 Realistic_Pass_7026 Anger at how my girlfriend has been treated by others
My girlfriend grew up in an abusive environment and her parents were super controlling so she also grew up isolated.
When she got to college she hooked up with two guys in the span of a week and has felt a lot of remorse for it and has a deep hatred of men. She also accuses me of trying to pretend to be nice and caring to get in her pants which isn't true and that accusation hurts.
From what I gather those experiences were the only two sexual experiences she has and I asked so I could get some understanding of the situation.
Both guys she had been with prior had sex with her her and kicked her to the curb afterwards as well as being verbally abusive during the sex. Not in the fun way in a bullying hateful way. No foreplay no nothing. Just did their business and kicked her to the curb. I asked her if those guys pretended to be into her to get in her pants and what's why she's accusing me of doing it and she said she doesn't want to talk about it which is valid. I really suspect she was made to feel cared about and used for sex at best and possibly pressured or scared to say no at worst. As these encounters weren't pleasurable (her words)
It all just had an icky feeling to it. The general vibe is more abuse and less no strings attached fun. It bothers me to no end. There's been times I've tried to ask if she was hurt and she just shuts the convo down I don't bring it up unless she does, but I do worry about her. It bothers me most that someone I have grown to love and value felt the need for casual sex to feel a human connection and then was thrown away as soon as the dudes got off. She said she did it because she was lonely and never had male attention so it felt good to get that attention. Yet when she talks about it she talks about the disparaging comments the guys made about her and her body. It makes me sick for real. I told her I think she was taken advantage of in some capacity and that the dudes seem like real pieces of shit
If someone pretends to like someone to gain access to them sexually that feels like some form of assault. My insecurities about hookups was replaced with anger. It's common and somewhat understandable to be a little insecure about hookups. I was don't ask don't tell on my relationship for a reason. I've always had a policy of I'm not gonna hook up with a girl that I wouldn't date because I don't want to hurt anyone and if I don't wanna be seen with the girl I'm going to be respectful and leave her alone even if she wants it so in short I've never hooked up.
I found this info out before I found out a lot about her childhood. Her childhood was filled with neglect and physical abuse. A lot of it. Emotional abuse from everyone. Even to this day they make comments about her looks. They try to control her relationship. They control her every move actually even though she's in her 20s
I have a lot of anger towards her family who raised her in an abusive and controlling environment. Her mom for letting men hit my girlfriend and worse. Anger at The men who did it. The fact she never truly felt loved in her life and any affection came with strings attached. I'm angry at her other family who's made disparaging comments about her. I'm angry at the men that had their way with her, verbally abused her and threw her away like trash. I'm angry at the fact she felt the need to be intimate with strangers who treated her with such disrespect in order to feel any sort of connection . Id feel better if it was sexual exploration and done safe sane and fully consentual without hints of coersion. Sure I'd feel a insecure again. Id rather take the insecurity over feeling pissed at abstract things from the past that I couldn't change and happened before me. It's anger with no outlet.
I feel guilt over my relationships and women I've talked to before her. I've gathered that overall I'm more experienced than her. I've talked to more women then she has men. I've had more sexual experience even though our number is the same. Her encounters to my long term relationships. Time for time I have more experience. I feel like shit for stuff I can't change. I wish I would have saved myself as corny as that sounds.
I get this feeling like we both "missed out" some days I think about it we would have met sooner, how better things could be for both of us.She would have at least not been with guys who preyed on her trauma, I wouldn't have had abusive ex's she's asked if we would have been friends in highschool and I told her yeah if we knew each other. She's asked if I would have dated her back then and of course I would. I think we have a beautiful relationship as is. We love each other she melts my heart and I couldn't imagine my life with anyone else, I feel that shes my other half and I'm truly in love with this woman. Stronger love than I've ever felt before. It hurts that I didn't know her sooner to protect her from some of the shit she's been through. I'm her first relationship but she's not mine. We're neither of each others first in bed. I mean it hurts me that I didn't know she existed and we'd meet and I've slept with women who treated me badly. It hurts that she has trouble feeling loved by me. I keep my anger to her family to myself I don't know them but I'm angry at them. I'll be honest I hate em and I've never even met them. They use her as the scapegoat. They've given her nothing but a life full of horrific abuse that now as an adult she blames herself for it. I was raised with purity culture in mind so the fact that both of us have sexual pasts tainted with to be quite frank abuse bothers me. We come to the relationship with sets of issues and for the first time In my life I've found someone I want to marry and I'm a little bummed we couldn't share that intimate first time even though I know it's overrated from my own experience.
I wanna Why people are so shitty. Why one person has to be the punching bag their entire life. Why her family has to act like that. Why the dudes who used her for sex couldn't go for anyone else but the chick who craved love and a connection, they could have at least been decent and not caused more trauma out the door.
I know as a Christian we're called to forgive. I've heard picking up trespasses is a sin, but I can't help but feel a tremendous anger. Is it that wrong to be angry on another's behalf? I feel like someone has to. She doesn't speak up for herself and has normalized everything that's happened to her. Deep down it just hurts. I made a post the other day about not being able to feel the spark and after digging deep that feeling went away and we had a conversation where I explained to her that the way she has been treated isn't okay and she deserves better, but I am left with this anger at those who's wronged me and truth be told anger at those who have wronged me especially in relationships. Me and her work hard daily to make the relationship work and overcome our anxieties and worry from the past. We love each other deeply and she's someone I want to spend my life with. I want to start a family with her. She's honestly my best friend and we get along so well. She's a beautiful soul. I feel like this is where all my anger at those who hurt her comes from because well no one deserves it.
I'm a Christian and she's not though I understand why knowing her background. My grandma always said God works in mysterious ways and my fatal flaw so to speak is being fired up on behalf of those who have been wronged. This relationship brings that front and center into every day life. Id really like for us to move on from our respective pasts and build a loving healthy future with a beautiful family. I've suggested therapy to her but she didn't seem comfortable with that. I at least got from no I won't to she'll consider it. I pray for her all the time and hope something happens to move things along. Id like to be able to live with this woman soon and work on starting the journey of building a life together.
I had posted this in the Christianity sub but ended up getting down voted for some reason.
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When she got to college she hooked up with two guys in the span of a week and has felt a lot of remorse for it and has a deep hatred of men. She also accuses me of trying to pretend to be nice and caring to get in her pants which isn't true and that accusation hurts.
From what I gather those experiences were the only two sexual experiences she has and I asked so I could get some understanding of the situation.
Both guys she had been with prior had sex with her her and kicked her to the curb afterwards as well as being verbally abusive during the sex. Not in the fun way in a bullying hateful way. No foreplay no nothing. Just did their business and kicked her to the curb. I asked her if those guys pretended to be into her to get in her pants and what's why she's accusing me of doing it and she said she doesn't want to talk about it which is valid. I really suspect she was made to feel cared about and used for sex at best and possibly pressured or scared to say no at worst. As these encounters weren't pleasurable (her words)
It all just had an icky feeling to it. The general vibe is more abuse and less no strings attached fun. It bothers me to no end. There's been times I've tried to ask if she was hurt and she just shuts the convo down I don't bring it up unless she does, but I do worry about her. It bothers me most that someone I have grown to love and value felt the need for casual sex to feel a human connection and then was thrown away as soon as the dudes got off. She said she did it because she was lonely and never had male attention so it felt good to get that attention. Yet when she talks about it she talks about the disparaging comments the guys made about her and her body. It makes me sick for real. I told her I think she was taken advantage of in some capacity and that the dudes seem like real pieces of shit
If someone pretends to like someone to gain access to them sexually that feels like some form of assault. My insecurities about hookups was replaced with anger. It's common and somewhat understandable to be a little insecure about hookups. I was don't ask don't tell on my relationship for a reason. I've always had a policy of I'm not gonna hook up with a girl that I wouldn't date because I don't want to hurt anyone and if I don't wanna be seen with the girl I'm going to be respectful and leave her alone even if she wants it so in short I've never hooked up.
I found this info out before I found out a lot about her childhood. Her childhood was filled with neglect and physical abuse. A lot of it. Emotional abuse from everyone. Even to this day they make comments about her looks. They try to control her relationship. They control her every move actually even though she's in her 20s
I have a lot of anger towards her family who raised her in an abusive and controlling environment. Her mom for letting men hit my girlfriend and worse. Anger at The men who did it. The fact she never truly felt loved in her life and any affection came with strings attached. I'm angry at her other family who's made disparaging comments about her. I'm angry at the men that had their way with her, verbally abused her and threw her away like trash. I'm angry at the fact she felt the need to be intimate with strangers who treated her with such disrespect in order to feel any sort of connection . Id feel better if it was sexual exploration and done safe sane and fully consentual without hints of coersion. Sure I'd feel a insecure again. Id rather take the insecurity over feeling pissed at abstract things from the past that I couldn't change and happened before me. It's anger with no outlet.
I feel guilt over my relationships and women I've talked to before her. I've gathered that overall I'm more experienced than her. I've talked to more women then she has men. I've had more sexual experience even though our number is the same. Her encounters to my long term relationships. Time for time I have more experience. I feel like shit for stuff I can't change. I wish I would have saved myself as corny as that sounds.
I get this feeling like we both "missed out" some days I think about it we would have met sooner, how better things could be for both of us.She would have at least not been with guys who preyed on her trauma, I wouldn't have had abusive ex's she's asked if we would have been friends in highschool and I told her yeah if we knew each other. She's asked if I would have dated her back then and of course I would. I think we have a beautiful relationship as is. We love each other she melts my heart and I couldn't imagine my life with anyone else, I feel that shes my other half and I'm truly in love with this woman. Stronger love than I've ever felt before. It hurts that I didn't know her sooner to protect her from some of the shit she's been through. I'm her first relationship but she's not mine. We're neither of each others first in bed. I mean it hurts me that I didn't know she existed and we'd meet and I've slept with women who treated me badly. It hurts that she has trouble feeling loved by me. I keep my anger to her family to myself I don't know them but I'm angry at them. I'll be honest I hate em and I've never even met them. They use her as the scapegoat. They've given her nothing but a life full of horrific abuse that now as an adult she blames herself for it. I was raised with purity culture in mind so the fact that both of us have sexual pasts tainted with to be quite frank abuse bothers me. We come to the relationship with sets of issues and for the first time In my life I've found someone I want to marry and I'm a little bummed we couldn't share that intimate first time even though I know it's overrated from my own experience.
I wanna Why people are so shitty. Why one person has to be the punching bag their entire life. Why her family has to act like that. Why the dudes who used her for sex couldn't go for anyone else but the chick who craved love and a connection, they could have at least been decent and not caused more trauma out the door.
I know as a Christian we're called to forgive. I've heard picking up trespasses is a sin, but I can't help but feel a tremendous anger. Is it that wrong to be angry on another's behalf? I feel like someone has to. She doesn't speak up for herself and has normalized everything that's happened to her. Deep down it just hurts. I made a post the other day about not being able to feel the spark and after digging deep that feeling went away and we had a conversation where I explained to her that the way she has been treated isn't okay and she deserves better, but I am left with this anger at those who's wronged me and truth be told anger at those who have wronged me especially in relationships. Me and her work hard daily to make the relationship work and overcome our anxieties and worry from the past. We love each other deeply and she's someone I want to spend my life with. I want to start a family with her. She's honestly my best friend and we get along so well. She's a beautiful soul. I feel like this is where all my anger at those who hurt her comes from because well no one deserves it.
I'm a Christian and she's not though I understand why knowing her background. My grandma always said God works in mysterious ways and my fatal flaw so to speak is being fired up on behalf of those who have been wronged. This relationship brings that front and center into every day life. Id really like for us to move on from our respective pasts and build a loving healthy future with a beautiful family. I've suggested therapy to her but she didn't seem comfortable with that. I at least got from no I won't to she'll consider it. I pray for her all the time and hope something happens to move things along. Id like to be able to live with this woman soon and work on starting the journey of building a life together.
I had posted this in the Christianity sub but ended up getting down voted for some reason.
2024.06.09 21:41 FabulousPickle8342 My husband was wrongfully accused of sexual assault
Please know before reading this that it has been 100% proven and fact (with camera footage and multiple witnesses) that my husband did absolutely nothing wrong. I am simply asking for advice on what to do with the aftermath of this terrible situation.
Last night my husband and I had a party, and a woman who has been in our friend circle for over 15 years accused my husband of groping her multiple times in our living room. My husband has NEVER and would never touch a woman inappropriately without consent regardless of being married, single, whatever. We had several witnesses (including myself) agree that she was lying and we also have security footage in the common areas of our home where she alleged this happened. In fact, there was not even a conversation or exchange between them. They truly had ZERO interaction or contact.
It is worth noting that this woman was not invited to our home, she came as a +1 with a mutual friend that she is dating. She also is known for being a compulsive liar, and regularly abuses Xanax and alcohol. Last night she was extremely intoxicated.
She was getting upset with the guy she was dating for talking to another woman at the party, and when he did not react she loudly announced that my husband had sexually assaulted her multiple times in our home. It was humiliating, extremely uncomfortable, and completely ruined the night.
Unfortunately, I am a victim of Sexual Assault and so is my husband. This was extremely triggering for us both and has left us feeling sick and beside ourselves. We take this type of accusation extremely seriously and I feel the need to take legal action against this disgraceful woman.
My husband and I have been together for almost 15 years, and I trust him wholeheartedly. I also know for a fact that he has never disrespected another person in this way and it is entirely out of character for him. It is a disgrace that someone would accuse HIM of this. Thank god for our cameras and all of our dear friends being at our home to confirm that he is absolutely innocent. It is such a scary accusation to make.
It’s a shame that someone would lie about this when there are so many victims out there that people do not believe.
Ps- I am super shaken up and devastated from this whole situation so apologies if my grammar sucks. I’m just so shocked and upset.
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Last night my husband and I had a party, and a woman who has been in our friend circle for over 15 years accused my husband of groping her multiple times in our living room. My husband has NEVER and would never touch a woman inappropriately without consent regardless of being married, single, whatever. We had several witnesses (including myself) agree that she was lying and we also have security footage in the common areas of our home where she alleged this happened. In fact, there was not even a conversation or exchange between them. They truly had ZERO interaction or contact.
It is worth noting that this woman was not invited to our home, she came as a +1 with a mutual friend that she is dating. She also is known for being a compulsive liar, and regularly abuses Xanax and alcohol. Last night she was extremely intoxicated.
She was getting upset with the guy she was dating for talking to another woman at the party, and when he did not react she loudly announced that my husband had sexually assaulted her multiple times in our home. It was humiliating, extremely uncomfortable, and completely ruined the night.
Unfortunately, I am a victim of Sexual Assault and so is my husband. This was extremely triggering for us both and has left us feeling sick and beside ourselves. We take this type of accusation extremely seriously and I feel the need to take legal action against this disgraceful woman.
My husband and I have been together for almost 15 years, and I trust him wholeheartedly. I also know for a fact that he has never disrespected another person in this way and it is entirely out of character for him. It is a disgrace that someone would accuse HIM of this. Thank god for our cameras and all of our dear friends being at our home to confirm that he is absolutely innocent. It is such a scary accusation to make.
It’s a shame that someone would lie about this when there are so many victims out there that people do not believe.
Ps- I am super shaken up and devastated from this whole situation so apologies if my grammar sucks. I’m just so shocked and upset.
2024.06.09 21:41 bucky_the_beard Let's talk autonomy in relationships
I've made a few comments on this topic recently that I thought were controversial but were actually received quite well. This tells me that there is another side of this discussion that is not represented and I think it should be talked about. So let's talk about it.
Disclaimers; this applies to deeply entangled romantic relationships. If all parties ENTHUSIASTIC consent to a different dynamic/ideal, there is no problem and these points don't apply. None of this should be used to guilt a partner into sacrificing something they aren't comfortable with giving up. If you agree with me but your partner doesn't, you can't demand them to change, you are just incompatible and you need to leave.
I think the first important thing to do is to say that autonomy is not infinite. It is a resource just like time is. You don't get to do whatever you want. You sacrifice bits of your autonomy every day based on what you're willing to sacrifice. This happens in relationships as well. Not only is this normal, it is a requirement. You can't be in a loving and reciprocal relationship if there is no give to the take.
Next, let's talk about equity and equality. Equality is very important in a relationship. Things should be consistent between partners, to a point. If equal standards/expectations are putting your partner in a genuine crisis, it's time to impose some inequal standards that create a more equitable situation. If one partner is hyper successful in dating and the other is in a desert, yes, that successful partner should limit their own dating to create more peace for the other. Again, it's about what you're willing to give up. If it's not the autonomy, then it's the partner and you WILL lose that partner. That said, it is not the job or the right for a partner in crisis to demand someone give that up. That is controlling and manipulative. But the opposite is also true. Which leads to my next point.
Autonomy as an ideal is also manipulative and controlling. If you expect total freedom (even high levels of freedom) and are inflexible on that expectation, you are telling your partner that any opinion/need they hold that is opposing to your own beliefs is invalid and not worth considering. You are in a committed relationship. You have someone else's needs to consider, not just your own. Consideration is a requirement in a relationship, not a benefit. Autonomy is the explicit lack of consideration. Now, you can do whatever you want with your autonomy, that's your right. But you don't have the right to demand YOUR autonomy from others. Say your partner is in crisis and you refuse to change anything, you are asking that partner to sacrifice their health for the sake of your freedom. If you aren't willing to give your partner some of your autonomy, you don't want a partnership, you want a servant.
Tl;Dr: autonomy is a resource and everyone gives some of it up in multiple areas of life. Asking/having limitations on your autonomy is not a personal attack or (necessarily) immoral. It is a requirement of a relationship. No one has the right to demand ownership someone's autonomy. That is controlling and abusive. Demanding your autonomy from someone else CAN also controlling and abusive. Inequality for the sake of equity is not a bad thing. If you aren't willing to give up autonomy, be ready to lose the relationship. If you love your partner, want the best for them, and want them to stay in your life, these shouldn't be difficult asks.
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Disclaimers; this applies to deeply entangled romantic relationships. If all parties ENTHUSIASTIC consent to a different dynamic/ideal, there is no problem and these points don't apply. None of this should be used to guilt a partner into sacrificing something they aren't comfortable with giving up. If you agree with me but your partner doesn't, you can't demand them to change, you are just incompatible and you need to leave.
I think the first important thing to do is to say that autonomy is not infinite. It is a resource just like time is. You don't get to do whatever you want. You sacrifice bits of your autonomy every day based on what you're willing to sacrifice. This happens in relationships as well. Not only is this normal, it is a requirement. You can't be in a loving and reciprocal relationship if there is no give to the take.
Next, let's talk about equity and equality. Equality is very important in a relationship. Things should be consistent between partners, to a point. If equal standards/expectations are putting your partner in a genuine crisis, it's time to impose some inequal standards that create a more equitable situation. If one partner is hyper successful in dating and the other is in a desert, yes, that successful partner should limit their own dating to create more peace for the other. Again, it's about what you're willing to give up. If it's not the autonomy, then it's the partner and you WILL lose that partner. That said, it is not the job or the right for a partner in crisis to demand someone give that up. That is controlling and manipulative. But the opposite is also true. Which leads to my next point.
Autonomy as an ideal is also manipulative and controlling. If you expect total freedom (even high levels of freedom) and are inflexible on that expectation, you are telling your partner that any opinion/need they hold that is opposing to your own beliefs is invalid and not worth considering. You are in a committed relationship. You have someone else's needs to consider, not just your own. Consideration is a requirement in a relationship, not a benefit. Autonomy is the explicit lack of consideration. Now, you can do whatever you want with your autonomy, that's your right. But you don't have the right to demand YOUR autonomy from others. Say your partner is in crisis and you refuse to change anything, you are asking that partner to sacrifice their health for the sake of your freedom. If you aren't willing to give your partner some of your autonomy, you don't want a partnership, you want a servant.
Tl;Dr: autonomy is a resource and everyone gives some of it up in multiple areas of life. Asking/having limitations on your autonomy is not a personal attack or (necessarily) immoral. It is a requirement of a relationship. No one has the right to demand ownership someone's autonomy. That is controlling and abusive. Demanding your autonomy from someone else CAN also controlling and abusive. Inequality for the sake of equity is not a bad thing. If you aren't willing to give up autonomy, be ready to lose the relationship. If you love your partner, want the best for them, and want them to stay in your life, these shouldn't be difficult asks.
2024.06.09 21:34 copse_eater sensitivity around police? and retraumatization
posting this here in the hopes that someone here will understand better than in main subs and not do the exact things i am complaining about. warning for mentions of police and psychiatric violence, details spoilered
i had an autistic meltdown after a group of friends (yt) made fun of me nonstop for several minutes, and i fled on foot to get to a more sensory friendly environment. they called cops to find me after lying to me and telling me they didn't. police injured me even though i was "compliant," i was detained and missed work and lost my job and belongings, left unmasked and unclothed, without food, water or meds, and with a hospital bill over $1000 that i couldn't pay without a job, etc. i kept the details secret from those friends to protect their feelings and they still refused to talk to me or include me again, removed me from activities we did together and future plans. a year later, they told me they didn't want to see or talk to me again because just watching me get dragged was too traumatic for them.
i tried moving on and making new friends, but they also quickly removed me from everything and excommunicated me because i asked them for parking directions after arriving at a meeting spot in an unfamiliar town at night, and they told me to call police for help. i politely said i would rather go home to rest, and that i would catch them next time. this was enough for them to drop me completely without explanation.
what is the deal? >! i found out these people were willing to keep actual abusers and bullies in their groups, people with all different political beliefs, people who hated certain races and genders, but my carefully veiled and rational skepticism towards police is a dealbreaker? and why call police for every little thing and bring in a risk of death?!<
the abandonment without explanation made the trauma of the police encounters so much worse. i had to recover with gaping holes in my "support network." it's hard for me to go back to therapy because i fear this will happen again. and i wonder about how weak some support networks might be under the surface and feel for anyone treated like this after facing trauma from big institutions. how do you get through this? how do you protect yourself from it? how do you keep going and be helpful when you see it happening to others? what are we supposed to do after this?
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i had an autistic meltdown after a group of friends (yt) made fun of me nonstop for several minutes, and i fled on foot to get to a more sensory friendly environment. they called cops to find me after lying to me and telling me they didn't. police injured me even though i was "compliant," i was detained and missed work and lost my job and belongings, left unmasked and unclothed, without food, water or meds, and with a hospital bill over $1000 that i couldn't pay without a job, etc. i kept the details secret from those friends to protect their feelings and they still refused to talk to me or include me again, removed me from activities we did together and future plans. a year later, they told me they didn't want to see or talk to me again because just watching me get dragged was too traumatic for them.
i tried moving on and making new friends, but they also quickly removed me from everything and excommunicated me because i asked them for parking directions after arriving at a meeting spot in an unfamiliar town at night, and they told me to call police for help. i politely said i would rather go home to rest, and that i would catch them next time. this was enough for them to drop me completely without explanation.
what is the deal? >! i found out these people were willing to keep actual abusers and bullies in their groups, people with all different political beliefs, people who hated certain races and genders, but my carefully veiled and rational skepticism towards police is a dealbreaker? and why call police for every little thing and bring in a risk of death?!<
the abandonment without explanation made the trauma of the police encounters so much worse. i had to recover with gaping holes in my "support network." it's hard for me to go back to therapy because i fear this will happen again. and i wonder about how weak some support networks might be under the surface and feel for anyone treated like this after facing trauma from big institutions. how do you get through this? how do you protect yourself from it? how do you keep going and be helpful when you see it happening to others? what are we supposed to do after this?
2024.06.09 21:33 NerdvanaShana Need advice/guidance
The last time my husband and I saw his daughter was back in Dec 2023. She was 12 years old at the time and is now 13. He has joint custody. Very standard parenting plan. Every other weekend, split holidays etc. We found out that the minor child ( I'll refer to her as Rose. Not her real name) has been having video communication via messenger with a 38 year old man. This is the same man that her mother cheated with while with my husband and ended their relationship. My husband didn't approve of this. I should also note that we live 2 hours from each other. One day while having a video chat with Rose, my husband saw that she had him on her Facebook friends list. Rose knew he didn't like him and tried to hurry and make her friends list private. My husband got frustrated and ended the call. Rose then blocked us from her Facebook. My husband then locked her out of the Playstation account that we had made for her. This is what started this all. In February we had all agreed to have her over for Easter. We got a call from her mom saying we will never see her ever again and wouldn't explain why. My husband reminded her of the custody parenting plan. Then we recieved a letter about an order of protection being placed on my husband. With false claims of us making Rose and my son watch porn last summer. Problem with that is she didn't know my son hasn't been home since 2020. So that was easily disproved. She also contacted DCFS and that was also eventually found in our favor and the case was closed. I should also note that during the OP case the judge said this girl has clearly been brainwashed. She also said to our lawyer after the case that she recommends his clients not have her over to our house for our own safety. Her next step was to try and so a change of venue to try and make it more complicated for us in filing a contempt motion. This also failed since no circumstances had changed. So that is the back story as bluntly as I can put it. We attempted to pick her up twice and was denied. The mother claimed she doesn't want to go and she can't make her. And she can't drag her to the car because that would be child abuse. Then we have our contempt case. We had so much evidence. One thing that was admitted in court was one of the last things said by the mother during the OP case was she was just doing that to "buy time". When asked what she meant by that she explained she needed that OP to make it easier to get full custody. She also claimed Rose would runaway if forced to come with us. The mother was faking having an anxiety attack during court to which the judge commented that if she needed to stop the court hearing for her to go to the hospital then Rose would have to go with us. During the court proceedings the judge made comments like, "She's 13. She can't make her own decisions. It's your job as a mother to make her do things she may not want to do." "If she's going to runaway, well I guess she'll runaway in Missouri then." Everything was going our way. The judge was about to rule in our favor. But then. The judge said she would speak to Rose alone in her chambers. We all left the room. The mother didn't have a lawyer. Our lawyer stayed in the room and then was told to leave by the judge. He told us in the hallway that was odd. We all then went back in. The judge had completely changed. She said I now understand why you, "The mother" would want to put her on birth control at age 11. I understand that she had no respect to authority and will do what she wants to do. I see no signs of brainwashing. I was allowed to ask one question. I asked did Rose say there was any abuse done to her by me or my husband. The judge said No and that it's more of a safety issue of what she may do rather then what we would do. And ruled in the mother's favor! Also, 45 minutes after the ruling, the judge texted my lawyer and said, "I hate the way the case ended for your client. That girl is scary, and your client should not put himself in the position of having her in his home" We haven't seen her in 6 months as I'm writing this. I'm in the process of getting the full court transcript and the transcript of the conversation between Rose and the judge. Rose has always been a good kid. We always had a good time. Concerts, swimming, Six Flags, skating, art activities I could go on and on. But in my opinion, I think she's got a thing for this 38 year old and chose him over us. I'd like to hear feedback and opinions about what just took place. I'm confused. We are heartbroken. Can't sleep. Crying non stop.
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2024.06.09 21:32 Cag_ada ROCD on fire after trust was broken early in the relationship.
This is just a vent dump. Our relationship went kind of fast, but my boyfriend was so full throttle about me when we met. There was a blurred line of exclusivity, but he was referring to me as his girlfriend already in just that first week. I later found out he was talking to other women during that time, he first lied about it, then came clean and admitted he was talking to other women.
Fast forward to now- we worked through it, and because it was hard to pin point the exact date of exclusivity, I decided that even though I wasn’t happy about all of that, we weren’t exactly public or exclusive during that time he was talking to those other girls. I was able to vet that he was already talking to those other girls before me, like he said, and that he stopped talking to them when we became exclusive. Seems simple, right?
He’s doing everything he can to show me he can be trusted. Although I didn’t ask, he gave me all of his passwords, gave me full permission to check his phone anytime, shares his location with me regularly, and is exhibiting no suspicious behaviors. He’s showing up fully in this relationship, has me plastered all over social media. I sound crazy but I have secretly looked through his phone before and found nothing. I even looked for secret text apps, looked for any secret profiles, deleted messages, hidden folders, the works- that’s a compulsion of mine I’m working on. But, so far I’ve found nothing, which helps. He even willingly started therapy, embraced it, and we even started couples therapy to be preventative and to address the trust issues that were compromised so early before we had a chance to really build it. However- he takes full accountability of it, he understands how it hurt me, and understands the damages it did. He acknowledges how he would feel if the tables were turned and says it still bothers him how he did things.
My problem- I’m already fragile. I got out of an extremely abusive relationship a year ago that gave me legit PTSD and has made my OCD and PMDD go off the charts. I’ve been in therapy, I get help, I started medication, I’m trying to manage it. But my ROCD is on fire right now. He just moved in, so I know anxiety is going to be high with a life change, and it’s been off the charts- but I just want to get past it. Because I just battle intrusive thoughts daily that he’s going to cheat on me or hurt me in some way and it’s exhausting. He’s also been mashed up and hurt in his past relationships thus we are two people that come from dysfunction and try to make something functional. It really is a loving and supportive relationship, though. And I don’t want to be a controlling partner. I know love is a risk, a leap of faith, and no matter how great things are, there’s a risk of getting hurt regardless of circumstance.
I’ve been listening to the Robert James Coaching podcast on Spotify (about OCD) and also You Love and You learn podcast on YouTube addressing ROCD. Trying to take it a day at a time.
Again, just a vent dump.
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Fast forward to now- we worked through it, and because it was hard to pin point the exact date of exclusivity, I decided that even though I wasn’t happy about all of that, we weren’t exactly public or exclusive during that time he was talking to those other girls. I was able to vet that he was already talking to those other girls before me, like he said, and that he stopped talking to them when we became exclusive. Seems simple, right?
He’s doing everything he can to show me he can be trusted. Although I didn’t ask, he gave me all of his passwords, gave me full permission to check his phone anytime, shares his location with me regularly, and is exhibiting no suspicious behaviors. He’s showing up fully in this relationship, has me plastered all over social media. I sound crazy but I have secretly looked through his phone before and found nothing. I even looked for secret text apps, looked for any secret profiles, deleted messages, hidden folders, the works- that’s a compulsion of mine I’m working on. But, so far I’ve found nothing, which helps. He even willingly started therapy, embraced it, and we even started couples therapy to be preventative and to address the trust issues that were compromised so early before we had a chance to really build it. However- he takes full accountability of it, he understands how it hurt me, and understands the damages it did. He acknowledges how he would feel if the tables were turned and says it still bothers him how he did things.
My problem- I’m already fragile. I got out of an extremely abusive relationship a year ago that gave me legit PTSD and has made my OCD and PMDD go off the charts. I’ve been in therapy, I get help, I started medication, I’m trying to manage it. But my ROCD is on fire right now. He just moved in, so I know anxiety is going to be high with a life change, and it’s been off the charts- but I just want to get past it. Because I just battle intrusive thoughts daily that he’s going to cheat on me or hurt me in some way and it’s exhausting. He’s also been mashed up and hurt in his past relationships thus we are two people that come from dysfunction and try to make something functional. It really is a loving and supportive relationship, though. And I don’t want to be a controlling partner. I know love is a risk, a leap of faith, and no matter how great things are, there’s a risk of getting hurt regardless of circumstance.
I’ve been listening to the Robert James Coaching podcast on Spotify (about OCD) and also You Love and You learn podcast on YouTube addressing ROCD. Trying to take it a day at a time.
Again, just a vent dump.
2024.06.09 21:31 Jazzlike-Letter9897 I've come about a part glad they make each other crazy who is also not sad of being no contact.
I've been musing about some incidents when I was aged 2 - something before 10. I am newly estranged for a few months now and right now my angry part is louder than the one feeling sad and wishing for a family reunion where everything works out. Instead I am just glad right now that my choleric and constantly criticizing father of (of old times) makes my mother likely crazy. I am no longer her confidante, I do not listen to her complaining about whatever he is up to.
what follows predated me feeling glad they sit on each other now in this big house of theirs without me, trigger warning! for emotional and physical abuse (I think to say):
He had a (for me) vividly remembered rage attack when I was 2 or 3 years old right in front of me completely unaware of his demeanor and that was just the first clearly remembered part, smashing my toy stomping it to pieces. She slapped me across the face because I was not in a good mood and annoyed her which I did not remember but she told me that once in a cheeky manner and then hearing my outrage about that said she wished she never told me that. 50 percent chance now she'd say that never happened and she never said that, had that happen with something else. But their behavior makes so much sense of my vivid memory of shaking away their embraces once and contiuning that until they stopped their overbearing hugging and kissing. But it is also pretty hazy a time frame. But can remember the feeling of distrust towards them and no longer wanting to play the 'we love you so much' hugging and good-night kisses game.
I know this will at some point change back to grief that my family is dysfunctional and broken and that I chose complete distance to them out of compassion fatigue for now, for however long. For however long necessary for me.
edited to add: the memories are not new. but my ability to feel this anger towards them in a 'glad they now only make each other crazy' in such a way I do not always have contact to. probably am triggered in a way / or blended and definitely not calm. But I can only guesswork right now.
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what follows predated me feeling glad they sit on each other now in this big house of theirs without me, trigger warning! for emotional and physical abuse (I think to say):
He had a (for me) vividly remembered rage attack when I was 2 or 3 years old right in front of me completely unaware of his demeanor and that was just the first clearly remembered part, smashing my toy stomping it to pieces. She slapped me across the face because I was not in a good mood and annoyed her which I did not remember but she told me that once in a cheeky manner and then hearing my outrage about that said she wished she never told me that. 50 percent chance now she'd say that never happened and she never said that, had that happen with something else. But their behavior makes so much sense of my vivid memory of shaking away their embraces once and contiuning that until they stopped their overbearing hugging and kissing. But it is also pretty hazy a time frame. But can remember the feeling of distrust towards them and no longer wanting to play the 'we love you so much' hugging and good-night kisses game.
I know this will at some point change back to grief that my family is dysfunctional and broken and that I chose complete distance to them out of compassion fatigue for now, for however long. For however long necessary for me.
edited to add: the memories are not new. but my ability to feel this anger towards them in a 'glad they now only make each other crazy' in such a way I do not always have contact to. probably am triggered in a way / or blended and definitely not calm. But I can only guesswork right now.
2024.06.09 21:31 adulting4kids BPD
"I am going to be 48 years old in a few weeks. I have been diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder since I was twenty years old. Much of my life, I have met all of the criteria of this disorder, and I have had a long, hard road ahead once it dawned on me that it was true. I have a fundamental dysfunction in my personality. I cannot cope with the world because at my core, I am unable to maintain stability as a functional adult for long periods of time due to my impulsive nature and my ability to forgive and love unconditionally. I don't know how to reconcile those traits with a healthy and successful life. My relationships are 'ride or die,' with me as the enabledoormat/reactionary drama queen. I tend to date men who need constant, obsessive attention and servitude, with them being the dominant to my submissive, their ego to my down-to-earth, and they are the Narcissist to my Borderline. I don't want to romanticize like so many JokeHarley memes, but this has been the way that it has gone for far too long.
My upbringing wasn't even close to being abusive. I was the only child, and my parents stayed married. I was sheltered, with no physical or sexual abuse; both of my parents were good people who loved me. It wasn't easy; we lacked money but never love. We struggled, but there were so many things that were different than for most people, in cool ways and in ways that were not cool. But never was I considered 'normal.'
One of the challenges of being Borderline is the difficulty in being our own therapist. Not because of this new 'favorite person' misinformation, but because we struggle with justifying anything. We see very little wrong with the way we are; we just need to know how we can make others understand that it's okay that we are intense, unpredictable in a predictable way, and humanly sensitive to everything that affects us. We insert ourselves into everything so we can let it all affect us. We claim that we didn't realize that we're supposed to change because we see no problem with the way we are; it's other people who are concerned, and we are not concerned with what people think (except when we are). So why do we have to change? It's our life, the one that is unmanageable and dysfunctional, and giving us unhoused vibes. This is still our life, and it's not easy to get through that we need to act accordingly because we don't care about your self-esteem; why do you care about ours?
So, we are often pushed into admitting that we can potentially be a little bit much. We are painted into the roles of the serial killer and the horrible Narcissistic Personality Disorder twin flame that nobody trusts because we follow our hearts (and we tend to hold grudges). Our dynamics are different, but we all follow astrology. Our sign is 'complete psycho' most of the time. I have been trying to figure out how to make it so we can get along with the world and it is not our enemy...but people keep messing up the whole situation.
People with borderline personality disorder may exhibit fear of abandonment through intense and unstable relationships. They might go to great lengths to avoid real or perceived abandonment, such as clinging to others, becoming quickly and intensely attached, or displaying extreme reactions (anger, panic, or depression) when they anticipate abandonment.
Abandonment fears can lead to impulsive actions to prevent separation or worse, therefore it's important to seek professional help for a comprehensive understanding and support. Additionally, individuals with BPD may engage in frantic efforts to avoid abandonment, such as making frantic, impulsive gestures to maintain a connection, even if those actions are not in their best interest. They might experience intense feelings of emptiness when alone and may go to extremes to fill that void. These behaviors can strain relationships, making it challenging for individuals with BPD to establish and maintain stable connections with others. Therapy, particularly dialectical behavior therapy (DBT), is often recommended to help manage and address these challenges.
Patterns of instability in borderline personality disorder (BPD) refer to consistent and recurring disruptions in various aspects of a person's life. This instability typically manifests in the following areas:
Identity disturbance in borderline personality disorder (BPD) refers to a pervasive and unstable sense of self. Individuals with BPD may struggle with a coherent and consistent understanding of who they are, which can manifest in several ways:
Dissociation in borderline personality disorder (BPD) refers to a coping mechanism where individuals disconnect from their thoughts, feelings, memories, or sense of identity. This disconnection can occur as a response to stress, trauma, or overwhelming emotions. Dissociative experiences in BPD may include:
Certainly, here are some examples of dissociative experiences that individuals with borderline personality disorder (BPD) may encounter:
Suicidal ideation in borderline personality disorder (BPD) involves persistent thoughts about death, dying, or the desire to end one's life. Individuals with BPD may experience varying degrees of suicidal thoughts, ranging from fleeting notions to detailed plans. Some aspects of suicidal ideation in BPD include:
Mood swings in borderline personality disorder (BPD) are characterized by rapid and intense changes in emotional states. These fluctuations can occur in response to various triggers or even without apparent cause. Key aspects of mood swings in BPD include:
The term "Cluster B" refers to one of the four personality disorder clusters outlined in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5). Cluster B personality disorders share certain features, including dramatic, emotional, and erratic behaviors. This grouping includes the following personality disorders:
Diagnosing borderline personality disorder (BPD) typically involves a comprehensive assessment by a mental health professional. Several tools and methods are used to gather information, including:
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Cluster B Personality Disorder #clusterb #clusterbs #bpd-dbt #dbt #fearofabandonment #linean
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My upbringing wasn't even close to being abusive. I was the only child, and my parents stayed married. I was sheltered, with no physical or sexual abuse; both of my parents were good people who loved me. It wasn't easy; we lacked money but never love. We struggled, but there were so many things that were different than for most people, in cool ways and in ways that were not cool. But never was I considered 'normal.'
One of the challenges of being Borderline is the difficulty in being our own therapist. Not because of this new 'favorite person' misinformation, but because we struggle with justifying anything. We see very little wrong with the way we are; we just need to know how we can make others understand that it's okay that we are intense, unpredictable in a predictable way, and humanly sensitive to everything that affects us. We insert ourselves into everything so we can let it all affect us. We claim that we didn't realize that we're supposed to change because we see no problem with the way we are; it's other people who are concerned, and we are not concerned with what people think (except when we are). So why do we have to change? It's our life, the one that is unmanageable and dysfunctional, and giving us unhoused vibes. This is still our life, and it's not easy to get through that we need to act accordingly because we don't care about your self-esteem; why do you care about ours?
So, we are often pushed into admitting that we can potentially be a little bit much. We are painted into the roles of the serial killer and the horrible Narcissistic Personality Disorder twin flame that nobody trusts because we follow our hearts (and we tend to hold grudges). Our dynamics are different, but we all follow astrology. Our sign is 'complete psycho' most of the time. I have been trying to figure out how to make it so we can get along with the world and it is not our enemy...but people keep messing up the whole situation.
People with borderline personality disorder may exhibit fear of abandonment through intense and unstable relationships. They might go to great lengths to avoid real or perceived abandonment, such as clinging to others, becoming quickly and intensely attached, or displaying extreme reactions (anger, panic, or depression) when they anticipate abandonment.
Abandonment fears can lead to impulsive actions to prevent separation or worse, therefore it's important to seek professional help for a comprehensive understanding and support. Additionally, individuals with BPD may engage in frantic efforts to avoid abandonment, such as making frantic, impulsive gestures to maintain a connection, even if those actions are not in their best interest. They might experience intense feelings of emptiness when alone and may go to extremes to fill that void. These behaviors can strain relationships, making it challenging for individuals with BPD to establish and maintain stable connections with others. Therapy, particularly dialectical behavior therapy (DBT), is often recommended to help manage and address these challenges.
Patterns of instability in borderline personality disorder (BPD) refer to consistent and recurring disruptions in various aspects of a person's life. This instability typically manifests in the following areas:
- Relationships: Individuals with BPD often experience tumultuous relationships marked by extremes of idealization and devaluation. Their attitudes and feelings toward others may change rapidly, contributing to a cycle of intense, yet unstable, interpersonal connections.
- Self-Image: BPD can involve an unstable sense of self. Individuals may struggle with a fluctuating self-identity, feeling uncertain about who they are, their values, and their life goals. This instability in self-perception can lead to a lack of direction and purpose.
- Emotions: Emotional instability is a hallmark of BPD. Intense and rapidly shifting emotions, such as anger, anxiety, and sadness, can be challenging to regulate. Mood swings may occur in response to external events or perceived threats to relationships.
- Impulsivity: Impulsive behaviors in areas like spending, substance abuse, reckless driving, or unsafe sexual practices are common in individuals with BPD. These actions often stem from a desire to alleviate emotional distress or avoid perceived abandonment.
- Spending: Reckless and impulsive spending, often beyond one's means, is common in individuals with BPD.
- Substance Abuse: Engaging in impulsive and risky behaviors related to substance use, including alcohol and drugs.
- Sexual Behavior: Unplanned and impulsive sexual encounters, sometimes without regard for potential consequences, can occur.
- Reckless Driving: Impulsive and risky driving behaviors, such as speeding or dangerous maneuvers.
- Self-Harm: Engaging in impulsive self-harming behaviors as a way to cope with intense emotions.
Identity disturbance in borderline personality disorder (BPD) refers to a pervasive and unstable sense of self. Individuals with BPD may struggle with a coherent and consistent understanding of who they are, which can manifest in several ways:
- Self-Image Fluctuations: A person with BPD may experience rapid shifts in self-perception, ranging from feeling exceptionally positive to extremely negative about themselves. This can occur within short periods.
- Uncertainty About Goals and Values: Individuals with identity disturbance may have difficulty establishing and maintaining long-term goals or consistent values. They might struggle with defining their life direction and purpose.
- Chameleon-Like Adaptation: Some individuals with BPD may adopt different personas or behaviors in different social situations, often as a means to fit in or avoid rejection. This can lead to a lack of stable and authentic self-expression. Intense Fear of Abandonment: The fear of abandonment can exacerbate identity issues, as individuals may shape their identity based on the perceived expectations or desires of others, leading to a lack of a stable core sense of self.
Dissociation in borderline personality disorder (BPD) refers to a coping mechanism where individuals disconnect from their thoughts, feelings, memories, or sense of identity. This disconnection can occur as a response to stress, trauma, or overwhelming emotions. Dissociative experiences in BPD may include:
- Depersonalization: Feeling detached from oneself, as if observing from outside the body.
- Derealization: Perceiving the external environment as unreal or distorted.
- Amnesia: Gaps in memory, especially related to stressful events or periods of intense emotion.
- Identity Confusion: Momentary lapses in awareness of one's identity or feeling unsure about who they are.
Certainly, here are some examples of dissociative experiences that individuals with borderline personality disorder (BPD) may encounter:
- Depersonalization: Feeling as though you are watching yourself from a distance, almost like being an observer rather than an active participant in your own life.
- Derealization: Perceiving the external world as strange, unreal, or distorted. You may be on a heavy trip off mushrooms and wandering around the closet park in the middle of the night feels different when you are over 40. It hits different, and you can get in a lot more trouble than experimenting teenagers. You're not holding a job long under these circumstances.
- Amnesia: Having periods of time where you cannot recall significant details or events, especially those associated with heightened emotional states or trauma. If you are being sedated for trying to call the same number over and over at three am because you desperately need to move to
- Identity Confusion: Brief moments of not recognizing oneself or feeling uncertain about personal identity, values, or goals. Taking in the attributes of your signiotg
Suicidal ideation in borderline personality disorder (BPD) involves persistent thoughts about death, dying, or the desire to end one's life. Individuals with BPD may experience varying degrees of suicidal thoughts, ranging from fleeting notions to detailed plans. Some aspects of suicidal ideation in BPD include:
- Frequency and Intensity: Suicidal ideation can be a chronic feature, with thoughts occurring regularly or intermittently. The intensity can range from vague thoughts to detailed plans.
- Impulsivity: Individuals with BPD may be prone to impulsive behaviors, and this impulsivity can extend to suicidal acts or self-harming behaviors during periods of emotional distress.
- Sense of Hopelessness: Suicidal thoughts in BPD can be linked to a pervasive sense of hopelessness, often fueled by challenges in relationships, identity, and emotional regulation.
- Coping Mechanism: For some, suicidal ideation may serve as a coping mechanism, providing a perceived escape from emotional pain or a means to regain control.
Mood swings in borderline personality disorder (BPD) are characterized by rapid and intense changes in emotional states. These fluctuations can occur in response to various triggers or even without apparent cause. Key aspects of mood swings in BPD include:
- Intensity: Emotions can shift from one extreme to another rapidly, with individuals experiencing intense feelings of joy, anger, sadness, or anxiety.
- Instability: The duration of mood swings can be brief, lasting only a few hours or days. This instability contributes to the challenge of predicting or managing emotional states.
- Triggered by Interpersonal Events: Mood swings in BPD often correlate with interpersonal stressors, such as perceived rejection, criticism, or the fear of abandonment.
- Impact on Relationships: The intensity and unpredictability of mood swings can strain relationships, as others may find it challenging to understand or respond to the rapidly changing emotional landscape.
The term "Cluster B" refers to one of the four personality disorder clusters outlined in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5). Cluster B personality disorders share certain features, including dramatic, emotional, and erratic behaviors. This grouping includes the following personality disorders:
- Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD): Characterized by instability in relationships, self-image, and emotions, along with impulsive and self-destructive behaviors.
- Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD): Involves an exaggerated sense of self-importance, a preoccupation with fantasies of unlimited success, and a lack of empathy for others.
- Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD): Characterized by a disregard for the rights of others, impulsivity, deceitfulness, and a lack of remorse after harming others.
- Histrionic Personality Disorder (HPD): Involves a need for attention, dramatic and seductive behavior, and intense emotions that may be perceived as shallow.
Diagnosing borderline personality disorder (BPD) typically involves a comprehensive assessment by a mental health professional. Several tools and methods are used to gather information, including:
- Clinical Interviews: A mental health professional conducts thorough interviews to assess the individual's symptoms, emotional experiences, and history of relationships. These interviews may involve discussions about mood, identity, impulsivity, and interpersonal difficulties.
- Diagnostic Criteria: The assessment often involves evaluating the individual against established diagnostic criteria, such as those outlined in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5). Meeting specific criteria is essential for a formal diagnosis.
- Structured Interviews: Mental health professionals may use structured interviews designed to elicit specific information related to BPD symptoms. These interviews help standard ize the diagnostic process.
- Self-Report Questionnaires: Individuals may be asked to complete self-report questionnaires designed to assess various aspects of personality, emotional experiences, and interpersonal functioning.
- Collateral Information: Information from family members, close friends, or other relevant sources may be considered to gain a more comprehensive understanding of the individual's behavior and relationships.
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Cluster B Personality Disorder #clusterb #clusterbs #bpd-dbt #dbt #fearofabandonment #linean
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2024.06.09 21:29 scumerage Thoughts on Petition Gathering; The goal is to gather signatures for Kennedy to put him on the ballot, not promote him.
Have been petitioning for the past few weeks, and one thing I noticed that other Kennedy petitioners often did was seem to be trying to convince people to vote for Kennedy rather than try to convince people to sign the petition. Wearing Kennedy shirts, setting up Kennedy tables, handing out pamphlets, debating people on why Kennedy was superior to Trump or Biden, etc.
I fundamentally and absolutely disagree with this approach.
Take any voter, Democrat, Republican, Green, Libertarian, etc.: most of them, no matter their political leanings, are focused entirely on their own lives, not politics. Even your rabid political friend you know still likely has a job, a family, hobbies, and activities that are not political at all. Aka vast majority of their lives is not talking about politics.
Take your Fauci admiring Ukraine saving Democrat walking to the bus, and they see a Democrat/Biden table and volunteers: they will 90% of the time walk by and ignore the table. Is it because they have criticism of Biden or Democrats? No, not at all... they're just too busy to stop by and spend a 1-5 minutes talking. Take your hardcore Maga blue collar worker, and they see a Trump rally sign: they will 90% of the time walk by as well, because they're too busy. That's half the country that is heavily invested in the two party system.
Now take a Kennedy sign and table and stick it in public. 99.9% of Democrats and Republicans will be turned off by it, except maybe a few critics coming by to argue, or a few reasonable moderates who stop by to say hi, out of respect for the volunteers, not because they actually support Kennedy. And what of Kennedy supporters? 90% of them will walk by too, not because they dislike Kennedy, but because they're too busy.
Political signs are a turnoff to ALL people, even supporters, because people are too busy with their lives.
And worst of all? Most people don't even really know who Bobby is, or even that he exists at all. If (A) half the country doesn't know that Kennedy exists, and (B) the ones that do know he exists are mostly against him, and (C) even if they did support him, they are completely swamped with their own lives and schedules to even stop by and say hi, then how in the hell is any Kennedy sign/table/promotion going to gather signatures as quickly as possible to get him on the ballot in time for the ballot deadlines, much less the debates?
So what have I been doing? The exact opposite. No shirt, no sign, no table, a small Kennedy cap, which most people don't even see (just there so anyone who cares look or is talking to me can be reminded that I am a Kennedy petitioner). And just ask people to sign a ballot petition (I say "ballot petition" rather than petition to give it weight and seriousness, asking to sign "just a petition" which 99% of the time do nothing I believe would be dismissed more often than not).
Petitioning is NOT November 4th. Don't treat it as such. No amount of people you meet at your Kennedy table and convince to vote for Kennedy will matter if he doesn't get on the ballots and if he doesn't make the debates. Kennedy will never be president off a national write in campaign.
Thoughts?
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I fundamentally and absolutely disagree with this approach.
Take any voter, Democrat, Republican, Green, Libertarian, etc.: most of them, no matter their political leanings, are focused entirely on their own lives, not politics. Even your rabid political friend you know still likely has a job, a family, hobbies, and activities that are not political at all. Aka vast majority of their lives is not talking about politics.
Take your Fauci admiring Ukraine saving Democrat walking to the bus, and they see a Democrat/Biden table and volunteers: they will 90% of the time walk by and ignore the table. Is it because they have criticism of Biden or Democrats? No, not at all... they're just too busy to stop by and spend a 1-5 minutes talking. Take your hardcore Maga blue collar worker, and they see a Trump rally sign: they will 90% of the time walk by as well, because they're too busy. That's half the country that is heavily invested in the two party system.
Now take a Kennedy sign and table and stick it in public. 99.9% of Democrats and Republicans will be turned off by it, except maybe a few critics coming by to argue, or a few reasonable moderates who stop by to say hi, out of respect for the volunteers, not because they actually support Kennedy. And what of Kennedy supporters? 90% of them will walk by too, not because they dislike Kennedy, but because they're too busy.
Political signs are a turnoff to ALL people, even supporters, because people are too busy with their lives.
And worst of all? Most people don't even really know who Bobby is, or even that he exists at all. If (A) half the country doesn't know that Kennedy exists, and (B) the ones that do know he exists are mostly against him, and (C) even if they did support him, they are completely swamped with their own lives and schedules to even stop by and say hi, then how in the hell is any Kennedy sign/table/promotion going to gather signatures as quickly as possible to get him on the ballot in time for the ballot deadlines, much less the debates?
So what have I been doing? The exact opposite. No shirt, no sign, no table, a small Kennedy cap, which most people don't even see (just there so anyone who cares look or is talking to me can be reminded that I am a Kennedy petitioner). And just ask people to sign a ballot petition (I say "ballot petition" rather than petition to give it weight and seriousness, asking to sign "just a petition" which 99% of the time do nothing I believe would be dismissed more often than not).
- (1A) "Would you like to sign a ballot petition?"
- (1B) "Oh, for what?"
- (2A) "For putting Robert Kennedy on the ballot"
- (3A) "Oh, who is that?"
- (3B) "He is running against Trump and Biden for the presidency"
- (4A) "Oh, I am a Democrat/Republican, I don't support Kennedy."
- (4B) ."This is not a vote, it is merely a petition to give Kennedy the right to be on the ballot like everyone else, so people will be free to vote for the candidate they want."
- (A) they condition signing with asking Kennedy's position on guns, abortion, border, environment, etc, or...
- (B) they have already signed it and want to know more.
Petitioning is NOT November 4th. Don't treat it as such. No amount of people you meet at your Kennedy table and convince to vote for Kennedy will matter if he doesn't get on the ballots and if he doesn't make the debates. Kennedy will never be president off a national write in campaign.
Thoughts?
2024.06.09 21:29 ReindeerSorry2028 Little Shop of Personality Disorders! (Little Shop of Horrors)
I was thinking recently about how the only theory done on a Broadway musical has been Hamilton; and I wanted to see more. This, I did some research into Seymour Krelborn and whether or not he actually classified as a sociopath.
First, let's define the difference between a Psychopath and a Sociopath.
According to Mayo Clinic, Sociopathy (or Antisocial Personality Disorder) is a defined mental illness. However, psychopathy isn't quite a medical term; it's usually used to describe someone with that same disorder; ASPD. Because of this, psychopathy is much harder to define and therefore, I will only be concerning myself with sociopathy in Seymour.
There is a list of symptoms that most sociopaths show. Let's go through them and match them to Seymour's actions through the show.
However, there are three characters in this show that absolutely qualify as sociopaths; the first two of which are Audrey II and Orin. This should be pretty self explanatory. They're violent, they use charm/wit to influence others (namely Audrey, who is taken advantage of by both of them), and they show absolutely zero remorse for their actions. You could make the argument that Audrey II needs to kill to survive, but it's kind of a weak sauce argument, because he is clearly on the same level of sentience as humanity and he RELISHES in murder, not just viewing it as a necessary endeavor.
The third sociopathic character might actually be Mr. Mushnik. He does everything on the symptom list besides outward violence, which we never actually see. However, in the movie version, Mushnik is more than willing to cover up Seymour's violence and basically bury the bodies for him as long as he gets the money; so he's clearly totally in support of violence as long as he profits from it. He absolutely abuses and neglects Seymour, as we see in Skid Row. In the stage production, the song Mushnik and Son details how Gravis (yes, that's his name) uses charm and wit to guilt Seymour into being legally adopted (all so he can get full ownership of Audrey II). Another symptom of sociopathy is "having problems with the law, including criminal behavior". As mentioned previously, he's fully willing to cover up murder so that he gets money from Audrey II. Mr. Mushnik fits almost all of the criteria for sociopathy.
There's one character we're still missing; the Audrey I. Audrey almost certainly suffers from PTSD. We can be pretty certain that she suffered multiple traumatic injuries under Orin, and the beginning of Suddenly Seymour where she is conflicted about how to feel once Orin goes missing shows that Orin has certainly emotionally abused her as well as physically. We don't see a ton of how Audrey acts on her own away from Orin, but she does hit a number of symptoms for PTSD (according to Mayo Clinic). One symptom involves sleep difficulties; which we see during Sominex/Suppertime II. She is unable to sleep and mentions having to take sleeping pills, but they don't work. Another symptom is listed as "severe emotional distress or physical reactions to something that reminds you of the traumatic event". In the stage show, Seymour tries to show Audrey a leather jacket that he bought that looks exactly like Orin's. After being shown a reminder of Orin, Audrey pretty much has a panic attack and runs away; which definitely counts as this symptom. It's pretty simple to see that Audrey has some intense PTSD.
After all of this, it seems clear to me that Seymour might be the only neurotypical person in this show. Audrey has some SEVERE post-traumatic stress, and Orin, Mushnik, and Audrey II all show a lot of signs of sociopathy or ASPD.
I spent a lot of time researching for this, but I couldn't find anything to diagnose Seymour Krelborn with. I'm sure there's something, but I haven't been able to find it. Let me know what you guys think!
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First, let's define the difference between a Psychopath and a Sociopath.
According to Mayo Clinic, Sociopathy (or Antisocial Personality Disorder) is a defined mental illness. However, psychopathy isn't quite a medical term; it's usually used to describe someone with that same disorder; ASPD. Because of this, psychopathy is much harder to define and therefore, I will only be concerning myself with sociopathy in Seymour.
There is a list of symptoms that most sociopaths show. Let's go through them and match them to Seymour's actions through the show.
- Ignoring Right and Wrong. Notice how this doesn't say that the person is UNAWARE of right and wrong; they must know that what they are doing is wrong and still continue to perform the action. This is an easy one to confirm; it's the whole dilemma of the show. Seymour is fully aware that feeding people to the plant is wrong, and yet he still continues to do it. For example, in Feed Me, Seymour sings a whole verse about how he is morally conflicted about whether or not to commit murder, but very quickly, he's down for a bunch of good old fashioned killing. Symptom 1 in the books.
- Telling Lies to Take Advantage of Others. This one is also easy; the song Suppertime is all about Seymour lying and tricking Mr. Mushnik into getting eaten by Audrey II.
However, there are three characters in this show that absolutely qualify as sociopaths; the first two of which are Audrey II and Orin. This should be pretty self explanatory. They're violent, they use charm/wit to influence others (namely Audrey, who is taken advantage of by both of them), and they show absolutely zero remorse for their actions. You could make the argument that Audrey II needs to kill to survive, but it's kind of a weak sauce argument, because he is clearly on the same level of sentience as humanity and he RELISHES in murder, not just viewing it as a necessary endeavor.
The third sociopathic character might actually be Mr. Mushnik. He does everything on the symptom list besides outward violence, which we never actually see. However, in the movie version, Mushnik is more than willing to cover up Seymour's violence and basically bury the bodies for him as long as he gets the money; so he's clearly totally in support of violence as long as he profits from it. He absolutely abuses and neglects Seymour, as we see in Skid Row. In the stage production, the song Mushnik and Son details how Gravis (yes, that's his name) uses charm and wit to guilt Seymour into being legally adopted (all so he can get full ownership of Audrey II). Another symptom of sociopathy is "having problems with the law, including criminal behavior". As mentioned previously, he's fully willing to cover up murder so that he gets money from Audrey II. Mr. Mushnik fits almost all of the criteria for sociopathy.
There's one character we're still missing; the Audrey I. Audrey almost certainly suffers from PTSD. We can be pretty certain that she suffered multiple traumatic injuries under Orin, and the beginning of Suddenly Seymour where she is conflicted about how to feel once Orin goes missing shows that Orin has certainly emotionally abused her as well as physically. We don't see a ton of how Audrey acts on her own away from Orin, but she does hit a number of symptoms for PTSD (according to Mayo Clinic). One symptom involves sleep difficulties; which we see during Sominex/Suppertime II. She is unable to sleep and mentions having to take sleeping pills, but they don't work. Another symptom is listed as "severe emotional distress or physical reactions to something that reminds you of the traumatic event". In the stage show, Seymour tries to show Audrey a leather jacket that he bought that looks exactly like Orin's. After being shown a reminder of Orin, Audrey pretty much has a panic attack and runs away; which definitely counts as this symptom. It's pretty simple to see that Audrey has some intense PTSD.
After all of this, it seems clear to me that Seymour might be the only neurotypical person in this show. Audrey has some SEVERE post-traumatic stress, and Orin, Mushnik, and Audrey II all show a lot of signs of sociopathy or ASPD.
I spent a lot of time researching for this, but I couldn't find anything to diagnose Seymour Krelborn with. I'm sure there's something, but I haven't been able to find it. Let me know what you guys think!
2024.06.09 21:29 CenobiteKyler Scam Call About Jury Duty
Got a call from 808-529-3111 (labeled Honolulu City M) claiming I signed a certified summons, included in the summons was apparently sensitive information pertaining to the case. Long story short, “the officer” claimed I had two felony warrants and needed to post a $5k bail, take a signature authenticity test, or I faced jail time etc. When the call got to the $5k part I said to forward me this documentation and I will have an attorney look it over and respond after, they then hung up. Person knew both of my local addresses, which I assume isn’t that difficult to find, and also had police radio chatter on in the background. It was pretty convincing tbh, but I am aggressive and pretty stingy with money so I ended up being fine. But maybe warn older or more naive people in your life.
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2024.06.09 21:25 ykprin suggested a car as a graduation gift, should i take the offer??
Now I know the obvious answer would be yes, but as an survivor of an abusive and neglective childhood, im not used to anyone ever caring about me nor giving me a gift. I never ever recieved a gift for anything since my childhood was filled with homelessness, and my parents not providing the basic necessities such as water,food, clean clothes, etc. I've never felt seen and I learned from an early age that it was me against the world since cps didn't help much and I was trapped in hell for 16 years, and still kind of in hell but im 18 now, i buy myself hygiene stuff, clothes, and food. I'm trying my best to get away from anything even connected to my childhood honestly, but thats besides the point
one of my mom "friends" that she uses offered me a car, I been had an idea that she was considering it since she's been asking me about cars since I turned 18. this woman is a good and successful lady, she looks out for homeless people, abused kids, and people in fucked up situations. I want to accept it but i don't want to be my mother, shes using her for granted and for material things and selling the lady a naked lie of her being abused along with us, while in reality it was never that. My dad never held my mom hostage, my mom walked out on me multiple times when were homeless and forced me to be outside begging due to her pride, she never bothered to get a job,and let me go to school without clean clothes, didn't provide a toothbrush even, nor female products which resulted in me being horribly bullied in school. I think its fair to hold her accountable and to not blame everything on my dad since she was a full bodied adult and let 6 kids grow up traumatized because she chose my dads military benefits over us, which she has now since he's deceased, so ig it all played out how she wanted it too.
enough with the rambling though, im scared to accept because no one has ever cared for me.. not even my own parents, and i don't want to use this lady sweet heart like my mother is since she knows the lady is romantically interested in her. This lady sends 15-20 bags of grocceries randomly every month, takes us out on weekends, plans trips, and gives money and I just feel so bad for her because behind closed doors my mom says shes not interested in her, and says stuff like "i'll get so and so to pay it or pay to fix it" And she knows this lady just came out of a similar situation 10 years ago when she was dating a woman and taking care of her kids for a good 10 years just to find out shes being used! and here goes my mom doing the same thing but she denys it
my question is should i accept it?? I'm not used to this at all, i buy everything for myself. I bought all my graduation stuff myself too even, no one looks out for me and for a woman who i havent known for a year to do this for me is wild to me. I must say though, she has bought me clothes behind closed doors because she said she knew i didnt have a lot of clothes when i was 17 along with shoes, and honestly it scares me because my mom never did none of this for me...
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one of my mom "friends" that she uses offered me a car, I been had an idea that she was considering it since she's been asking me about cars since I turned 18. this woman is a good and successful lady, she looks out for homeless people, abused kids, and people in fucked up situations. I want to accept it but i don't want to be my mother, shes using her for granted and for material things and selling the lady a naked lie of her being abused along with us, while in reality it was never that. My dad never held my mom hostage, my mom walked out on me multiple times when were homeless and forced me to be outside begging due to her pride, she never bothered to get a job,and let me go to school without clean clothes, didn't provide a toothbrush even, nor female products which resulted in me being horribly bullied in school. I think its fair to hold her accountable and to not blame everything on my dad since she was a full bodied adult and let 6 kids grow up traumatized because she chose my dads military benefits over us, which she has now since he's deceased, so ig it all played out how she wanted it too.
enough with the rambling though, im scared to accept because no one has ever cared for me.. not even my own parents, and i don't want to use this lady sweet heart like my mother is since she knows the lady is romantically interested in her. This lady sends 15-20 bags of grocceries randomly every month, takes us out on weekends, plans trips, and gives money and I just feel so bad for her because behind closed doors my mom says shes not interested in her, and says stuff like "i'll get so and so to pay it or pay to fix it" And she knows this lady just came out of a similar situation 10 years ago when she was dating a woman and taking care of her kids for a good 10 years just to find out shes being used! and here goes my mom doing the same thing but she denys it
my question is should i accept it?? I'm not used to this at all, i buy everything for myself. I bought all my graduation stuff myself too even, no one looks out for me and for a woman who i havent known for a year to do this for me is wild to me. I must say though, she has bought me clothes behind closed doors because she said she knew i didnt have a lot of clothes when i was 17 along with shoes, and honestly it scares me because my mom never did none of this for me...