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Hey all - I'm taking my teenaged daughter to the Bleachers concert in a few weeks at KEMBA Live. She's like to hang out at the stage door after and see if Jack Antonoff might come out and say hi. Any recommendations on where that "stage door" might be? Or best place to hang out after the show for a chance to see/meet the artist?

Here's what I can remember about the song:

• She's in a dress. She has pale skin and brown hair. She's playing a ukelele.
  
• I think it starts something like "the thing about love is you know just how to get me"
  
• "the thing about me is I really want to let you, open that door and let you into my life"
  
• I think her name started with an M. Mary? Her last name might have been Bright?
  
• I think she's initially sitting on a stool against a white background, but it shifts between sets to a car and a park bench at some point. People are kind of running back and forth behind the props.
  

It's not Lenka or Sara Bareilles, but she looks similar.
Any help would be appreciated. Thanks.

Writing it all out helps me process this nightmare. Your replies help even more, so here goes...
She is no doubt a narcissist.
On my first post, I didn't include a whole lot of details. Here is what im dealing with.
So the guy that she was snuggled up at the bar with is a coworker of hers. We have hung out several times as a couple with him. I have gone up to her work to see her multiple times while this sleaze ball just smiled and talked normally to me. The dude knows me. So when I saw them there at the bar with her head on his shoulder and his arm around her...I LOST IT. I don't know what all I said, but I know it was bad. I had tunnel vision and this cat wouldn't even turn around to look at me. At some point during my verbal tirade, I snapped back to my senses, and I said "I've seen what I need to see, I'm done, and I don't want to ever lay eyes on you again"
By this point, she was black out drunk and on xanaxs (prescribed). She followed me out to my vehicle...but I was intent on leaving. I kept walking and walking. Then I caught a whiff of her perfume and it dawned on me. Here this chick is that I have done literally everything for, for over 4 years up at the bar CHEATING on me...wearing the clothes that I bought, wearing the sunglasses that I bought, and wearing the perfume that I bought....so that she could be desirable to HIM. In that moment, I lost it again and just started telling her how shitty that was. I was very upset, and I said some things that I shouldn't have. Her answer? She looked at me with those empty eyes and socked me, closed fist to the jaw. It didn't hurt, but I kept going (while I was getting into my truck)...then comes punch number 2 right to the Jaw again. I looked up at her and said..."you are such trash"...and closed my door. She opened my door and smoked me square in the nose this time. This one hurt. I put up my open hand (think "talk to the hand") and said "don't hit me again". Well, when I lifted my hand, she reacted like I was going to actually hit her. And like jumped to dodge it. And when she did, she tripped and faceplanted right into my dashboard. She came up screaming that i hit her and I was "going to jail." I thought to myself, "what have you gotten yourself into" and I drove away. Thankfully there were witnesses that saw the whole thing play out from when I first walked into the bar, and they corroborated my story.
So now...to the point of this post. I am pissed! I was told today that she is going around (small town, lots of mutual friends) telling people that I hit her. Here is a woman that I literally planned a future with and built a life around...LYING about how it all went down. So that she can minimize what she did and so that she can be the victim. It's not enough that she did what she did...woke up in our bed, but was with another man by noon, day drinking and had me blocked on everything. I am completely done with her. Bad thing is, I'm left holding the bag...so distraught...while she is out living her best life while garnering sympathy...over a LIE. She doesn't care one bit about how I feel...nor does she care how this has effected me.
So, not gonna lie...a BIG BIG part of me wants VENGENCE. I want to expose her. I want to see karma catch up to her. I want to see it all go up in flames (proverbially, of course). It wasn't enough for her to do what she did and break my heart. No, she had to add some insult to injury. It's going to take some time to heal from this one... but I will never go back to her. She'll realize what she has done. Maybe not. She's a narcissist.
What should I do to expose her...or should I just walk away and leave it alone? And never look back. Thank God she showed me who she really is before we got married and started a family.

I know this isn't a picture of a famous female's belly button, but I thought it would be cool to share this and imagine what actress playing who in either idea.
IDEA 1 ---- A comedy where a stuck up young woman (18-30) who is living it up with a decent job, an apartment, and beautiful girlfriends. She enters a shop or a restaurant wearing a crop top and encounters a male or female gypsy who was trying to be nice to her. She is rude to the supernatural person without knowing who he or she is. As the woman leaves, the person bumps into the girl on a boardwalk near a beach and chants some sort of spell while pointing at the woman's belly button. The next morning, the woman wakes up and sees her belly button talk to her. The belly button is voiced by the same actress who plays the woman. Understandably, the woman freaks out while her belly button talks, but nobody else notices. Not even her girlfriends even when the woman tries to explain. They think she's nuts or something. Eventually, when she returns to her apartment, the male or female gypsy or whatever knocks on her door and explains everything. Only the female and the gypsy can understand the belly button. Because of her stuck up behavior and past insecurities as shown by her encounter with the person, the person placed a hex on her belly button to come alive. The woman has to put up with it for 30 days and after she realizes the error of her ways, she has the option to have the belly button stop talking or even keep it. The male or female has done this many times and still keeps in touch with some of his past female friends including one he invites to the woman's apartment. This particular female friend still has her talking belly button as like her conscious and is voiced by the actress playing her. The gypsy or whatever and the protagonist's belly button help our female protagonist for the next month by having her think and care about others while also helping her with her past insecurities and giving her more confidence like wearing a bikini on the beach. She plays volleyball and gets the confidence to ask the guy out that she likes. While the woman converses with the gypsy on the beach and her belly button, two beautiful plus-size bikini girls bump into the magical person as their old friend who used to have talking belly buttons. After thanking the person for helping them and leaving, the gypsy or whatever reveals that he or she is actually around a thousand years old and is cursed with an immortal life on Earth after making some sexual error or unwanted advance. After the woman's beach day, she wonders whether or not to keep having a talking belly button.
The female protagonist and her belly button would be played by someone like Hailee Steinfeld, Abigail Breslin, Chloe Grace Moretz, Taylor Swift, Ariana DeBose, or an actress from RIVERDALE or EUPHORIA. The female friend and her belly button that still talks would be played by someone like Awkwafina, Ashley Park, Stephanie Hsu, or some other comedic actress.
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IDEA 2 ---- A sci-fi thriller about a conspiracy where a lot of women are attracted to the same young man, but why? Eventually, it is revealed that the young man is a constantly-shunned, embittered, and anti-social sad sack... yet also a genius. Because he is tired of feeling alone and judged by almost every woman he encountered, he created a small slimy lifeform. With whatever he used in the lab combined with the DNA of a woman like blood, hair, or spit that he managed to retrieve for the slug or parasite-like lifeform to consume, this lifeform -- once close enough to the woman whose DNA is from -- enters the woman's belly button. Once inside the woman's belly button, the woman becomes attracted to the young man and accepts him for who he is. The woman will still be her with her personality, quirks, charms, likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams, etc. but she will still be attracted to the young man even if this certain woman may have prejudged him, shunned him, or even bullied him in the past. If he wants intercourse with her, she consents. He might even command the woman to do something with some sort of command if he wanted to. Of course, he doesn't do this to one woman. He's done this to many women. Young adult, skinny, plus size, and cougar. He could even have a party with most or all of these women while wearing skimpy outfits or belly dancer costumes. Yet they don't even remember the thing entering their belly buttons or their possible past encounters with the young man. However, he is not a monster as he would let these women live their lives like school, work, family, friends, career goals, etc. Still, like every other scientific experiment, there is a setback and he doesn't even know it yet. A blonde wearing a crop top goes to a bar to celebrate her friend's birthday or engagement with a group of girlfriends. When the blonde drinks a beer or a shot, she starts to feel sick and her belly is poking around doing the mamba until all of the sudden, the lifeform squirms out of her belly button and plops on the floor. The blonde and some of her friends are screaming while the thing is smoking, squirming, and screeching as it dies. When talking with doctors in the back of an ambulance outside the bar, she slowly starts to remember the moment the thing entering her belly button and possibly the young man himself who planted it in there. So the question you the reader might be wondering is who can stop this continuing? A badass female protagonist, possibly an agent, who is trying to put the pieces together before more women have their belly buttons implanted and find the man responsible.

I previously posted here about the fact that I can't ever get into the disabled bathroom because obviously able-bodied teenagers are misusing the bathroom. (I can hear them making tiktoks, smell them smoking/vaping, ect).
I'm so upset. I waited again for the toilet, I almost peed myself (poor bladder control) because I needed to go so badly and had to wait 15 minutes for the door to open. And who would've guessed it, a teenage boy with a shitty rat tail mullet comes out. From the smell it was very obvious he had hogged the bathroom to vape.
To add insult to injury he gave me a disgusted look and called me a "freakish cr*pple" under his breath because I was in a wheelchair and tend to dress goth.
This is seriously getting out of hand. I'm so so sick of almost peeing myself waiting for the ONLY toilet I can use, just for some snarky teenager to come out and look at me in disgust. YOU are using the toilet I NEED, why the hell are they looking at me like I'm dirt?

Hi, the 2004 Highlander has a trunk door actuator that's broken, so pulling any cable will not open the trunk. I have removed the three bolts on the bottom using open wrench, but how to get the trunk open so I can replace the actuator? Is there a way to pry it open or something? Do I have to drill through something? Thank you for your interest.

Dad wants to redo the two bathrooms in the house. They are small and the master is even smaller than the guest.
They would do new toilets,showers,flooring and cabinets/sinks. It doesn’t include the glass door for the shower or painting the walls.
He already put down a deposit. Is all that work worth that much? This allegedly includes 75% off of labor. Wondering if there’s anything I can do. He’s fine with it but it seems ridiculous.

I know this isn't a picture of a famous female's belly button, but I thought it would be cool to share this and imagine what actress playing who in either idea.
IDEA 1 ---- A comedy where a stuck up young woman (18-30) who is living it up with a decent job, an apartment, and beautiful girlfriends. She enters a shop or a restaurant wearing a crop top and encounters a male or female gypsy who was trying to be nice to her. She is rude to the supernatural person without knowing who he or she is. As the woman leaves, the person bumps into the girl on a boardwalk near a beach and chants some sort of spell while pointing at the woman's belly button. The next morning, the woman wakes up and sees her belly button talk to her. The belly button is voiced by the same actress who plays the woman. Understandably, the woman freaks out while her belly button talks, but nobody else notices. Not even her girlfriends even when the woman tries to explain. They think she's nuts or something. Eventually, when she returns to her apartment, the male or female gypsy or whatever knocks on her door and explains everything. Only the female and the gypsy can understand the belly button. Because of her stuck up behavior and past insecurities as shown by her encounter with the person, the person placed a hex on her belly button to come alive. The woman has to put up with it for 30 days and after she realizes the error of her ways, she has the option to have the belly button stop talking or even keep it. The male or female has done this many times and still keeps in touch with some of his past female friends including one he invites to the woman's apartment. This particular female friend still has her talking belly button as like her conscious and is voiced by the actress playing her. The gypsy or whatever and the protagonist's belly button help our female protagonist for the next month by having her think and care about others while also helping her with her past insecurities and giving her more confidence like wearing a bikini on the beach. She plays volleyball and gets the confidence to ask the guy out that she likes. While the woman converses with the gypsy on the beach and her belly button, two beautiful plus-size bikini girls bump into the magical person as their old friend who used to have talking belly buttons. After thanking the person for helping them and leaving, the gypsy or whatever reveals that he or she is actually around a thousand years old and is cursed with an immortal life on Earth after making some sexual error or unwanted advance. After the woman's beach day, she wonders whether or not to keep having a talking belly button.
The female protagonist and her belly button would be played by someone like Hailee Steinfeld, Abigail Breslin, Chloe Grace Moretz, Taylor Swift, Ariana DeBose, or an actress from RIVERDALE or EUPHORIA. The female friend and her belly button that still talks would be played by someone like Awkwafina, Ashley Park, Stephanie Hsu, or some other comedic actress.
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IDEA 2 ---- A sci-fi thriller about a conspiracy where a lot of women are attracted to the same young man, but why? Eventually, it is revealed that the young man is a constantly-shunned, embittered, and anti-social sad sack... yet also a genius. Because he is tired of feeling alone and judged by almost every woman he encountered, he created a small slimy lifeform. With whatever he used in the lab combined with the DNA of a woman like blood, hair, or spit that he managed to retrieve for the slug or parasite-like lifeform to consume, this lifeform -- once close enough to the woman whose DNA is from -- enters the woman's belly button. Once inside the woman's belly button, the woman becomes attracted to the young man and accepts him for who he is. The woman will still be her with her personality, quirks, charms, likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams, etc. but she will still be attracted to the young man even if this certain woman may have prejudged him, shunned him, or even bullied him in the past. If he wants intercourse with her, she consents. He might even command the woman to do something with some sort of command if he wanted to. Of course, he doesn't do this to one woman. He's done this to many women. Young adult, skinny, plus size, and cougar. He could even have a party with most or all of these women while wearing skimpy outfits or belly dancer costumes. Yet they don't even remember the thing entering their belly buttons or their possible past encounters with the young man. However, he is not a monster as he would let these women live their lives like school, work, family, friends, career goals, etc. Still, like every other scientific experiment, there is a setback and he doesn't even know it yet. A blonde wearing a crop top goes to a bar to celebrate her friend's birthday or engagement with a group of girlfriends. When the blonde drinks a beer or a shot, she starts to feel sick and her belly is poking around doing the mamba until all of the sudden, the lifeform squirms out of her belly button and plops on the floor. The blonde and some of her friends are screaming while the thing is smoking, squirming, and screeching as it dies. When talking with doctors in the back of an ambulance outside the bar, she slowly starts to remember the moment the thing entering her belly button and possibly the young man himself who planted it in there. So the question you the reader might be wondering is who can stop this continuing? A badass female protagonist, possibly an agent, who is trying to put the pieces together before more women have their belly buttons implanted and find the man responsible.

I'm sorry, and of course it was an accident. I didn't see you in your car or I would have said something.
There was no reason for you to lean out and so abrasively say, "Wow, so you're just going to do that and not say something, what the fuck!?".
These things happen all the time. It's a car, in a parking lot with a lot of others cars and quadruple as many doors.
Who in their right mind thinks starting interactions that way is acceptable behavior? In fact, the other day I saw a dude at the same HEB yelling at a handicap lady for cutting him off in the parking lot. So much so, instead of going in, she just left.

Real Madrid, 2025/2026
August - December
Real Madrid could’ve repeated a treble the season before, but Rodrygo’s penalty miss and PSG’s subsequent win (with Valverde and Mbappé) in the final ended that dream. Still, a double was nothing to be ashamed for, and they had to lose a Champions League final sometime, right?
They were out for revenge in @@@’s third season. They started the league with 7 straight wins, and 12 games unbeaten with just 2 goals conceded, until their 0-1 loss in el Derby. They couldn’t bounce back and tied against Real Betis at home. It became the first time in two years the club had to chase a lead in the league against Barcelona. On the 30th of November, they win the Clasico 3-0, bringing the 1st place within 2 pts - and showing to the world that they were still stronger than Barça, who were managed by Marcelo Gallardo.
All of that chasing in the league, led the club to sacrifice their chances at a seeded qualification in the CL league phase, and it is a win in the last game against Copenhagen in January that barely makes them qualify for the play-offs, in which they comfortably beat Salzburg. In the round of 16 they would face Barcelona.
January - March
A lot happened in January. Real Madrid win the super cup against Barcelona, but it is their business off the pitch that draws all attention this time. Vinicius, after handing in his transfer request in the prior season, which he later dropped together with Rodrygo, is approached by PSG and the club decided it has had enough. Vinicius is shown the door, midseason. City wanted Bellingham, whom the club couldn’t convince to stay, and they decided to let Güler take the front foot and let the Englishman go as well.
Real Madrid won every league game until the 28th of february, where they tied 2-2 against Las Palmas away. Perhaps with that tie, everything came crashing down. In the last 7 weeks, the team had played 17 games, while losing Vinicius and Bellingham in two transfers (and others on injury, such as Brahim (for a couple of months), Miguel Gutierrez, and their star, who played through his discomfort, Endrick).
Real Madrid showed signs of fatigue when they lost 0-1 against Barça in the first leg of the Spanish Cup semi-final, but it was in the round of 16 in the Champions League at home vs Barça that Real Madrid died. A 1-1 at half time became a 1-5 with the final whistle. They lost the next game against Rayo in the league, which they sacrificed to try a ‘remontada’, in which they were brutally put down 4-0 in el Camp Nou. Hopes at a comeback in the Spanish Cup were also quickly put down: 2-0 for Barça.
22nd of March - 24th of May
All that remained was the league. But before the last international break, Real Madrid tied vs Valencia, and those dropped points against Las Palmas and Rayo before weighed heavy against a Barcelona that was on a mission. Real Madrid had to chase a lead again, but still had one last Clasico in el Camp Nou to go, one last chance at redemption. And of course, when Barça were eliminated in the CL vs PSG and when they lost the cup final vs Real Mallorca, Real Madrid smelled blood. Still, they couldn’t win against Barça. It was a 1-1 that did give Real Madrid the H2H, but kept them at the mercy of Barcelona, who had a game in hand, of dropping points.
Barça lost their game in hand against Valencia, and tied the following match against La Real, which put Real Madrid 2 pts in front. With two games to go, Real Madrid brutally put down Almeria 9-0 while Barça barely won against Alaves with 0-1. And so, Real Madrid would have the last laugh. All it takes in football, however, is one bad day, and Real Madrid decided to have one against a Celta that had won 5 games in a row. It became 2-0 in Balaídos, while Barça, essentially mocking Real Madrid’s 9-0 in the prior round, won 7-0 when it actually mattered.
Post-season
@@@, who had been given a 4-year contract by Florentino in the prior season after his outstanding work, was called in the new president’s office, Jaume Grau, under whom he won only the new club world cup and the Spanish super cup. Asked for explanations, he explained that the departures of Vinicius and Bellingham, the subsequent injuries and the amount of matches just destroyed his season - but the board didn’t accept that. @@@, in a case of hubris, declared that they wouldn’t find anyone better than him, not knowing that they had already agreed a deal with Klopp, who had been on a hiatus after his time at Liverpool, and so @@@ was sacked. In truth, @@@ had been living on borrowed time, and it was the 4-year contract that Florentino handed him just before stepping down that protected him, perhaps knowing that the new board was all too keen on hiring Klopp.
@@@ left through the back door, even though he was the first manager to complete a treble for Real Madrid. He wanted to ‘build something’. His signings, young as they were, and his involvement with the B team(s) proved that he was determined to stay for the long-term. But what was supposed to be a Ferguson became a Mourinho. Conflicts with players (Ceballos, Vinicius, Rodrygo, Bellingham) overshadowed his third season and losing against a Barcelona with Ansu Fati, Ivan Toney and Ferran Torres up front, while having Endrick, Rodrygo and Güler just proved that there wasn’t any more gas left in the tank.
Klopp came in, and won a double - winning the league on the last match day. Like @@@, he lost the CL final against PSG, who had now done a threepeat - Real Madrid’s greatest achievement of the prior decade. Real Madrid got their rematch of the 24/25 final, and they lost it. A lot can be said about @@@, but while Vinicius and Bellingham dropped their team midseason, he always stood in front, whether they had just lifted the Champions League or lost 1-9 on aggregate vs Barça - he was there, defending his colours.

We replaced our furnace and AC around Christmas with a heat pump with gas backup. We turned on the cooling for the first time yesterday. It's incredibly loud. The sound comes out of every vent, but it's louder the closer you get to the blower. The vent right above the blower (just inside the front door) is the loudest, but it's still audible from the vent at the farthest corner of the house. It sounds exactly like the sound we hear when we run the hose spigot on the front of the house. It can only be flowing liquid. (I'm not talking about a drip. It's definitely liquid running through a pipe or pipes.)
It's obnoxious. It's grating. It's like having tinnitus. Our old AC (which actually still worked fine! it was old but it was the furnace that went kaput) did not sound like this at all, even though it must have had a line run along the same route.
Is there any potential installation problem here? Is there anything we can do about it? The other three members of my family came home at different times and all said some version of "What the hell is that?"

* WARNING: LONG *
tl;dr: A much older neighbor lady retaliates against me for spurning her drunken advances. I fight back. She moves away.
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This happened while I was still in my early twenties; many, many years ago. I was working night shift for the bonus pay over day shift.
I had just moved into a second-rate apartment building because the rent was cheap and the landlord seemed nice.
One Saturday night, I was doing laundry in the basement when my next-door neighbor staggers in. She was obviously about thrice my age. Equally obvious was her drunken state.
She staggered over to me and asked, "Watcha doin', big boy?"
Before I could say the word "laundry", she planted a big slobbery kiss on me, with lots of tongue, and while grinding her crotch against my leg. Disgusted (she reeked badly and tasted worse), I pushed her away and told her in no uncertain terms that women like her ("old, drunken sl**s") were not my type.
She put on her best arch attitude and told me that I would regret this, spun around, reoriented herself, and somehow managed to crawl back to her apartment without killing herself.
When I got back to my place, both her TV and stereo were on full blast. This was a little after midnight (I think). No problem for me, I usually went to bed around 8:00 a.m. back then. However, she kept it up until late Sunday night.
This went on for a week. The landlord talked to her, but that was about it. The cops would not do anything because the noise was during the day. I had to get devious, but how?
Cue the Revenge
The CB radio craze was well underway, so I bought a nice 23-channel A.M. unit, along with a cheap power supply to run it. The seller threw a gutter-mount antenna into the deal, so I had a complete set-up. I took it all home, connected everything, clipped the antenna to the balcony railing, and started flipping through the channels. 18 was hot, so after listening for a while, I keyed up to join in.
Immediately, the neighbor-lady's car alarm went off. I poked my head out the sliding door, and saw only the neighbor-lady fumbling with her key fob. She finally shut the alarm off, looked over at me, and asked what happened. I just shrugged, shook my head, and ducked back inside.
She went back inside and cranked up her stereo. I waited a while and keyed up again. Same results. The devious plan had been hatched.
I switched back to day shift and, from them on, I keyed the radio every time I woke up at night. Each time, I could hear her cursing and banging around while she looked for the fob to shut off the alarm. If she didn't, at least one of the other neighbors would be banging on her door to shut the damn thing off. Sometimes the cops would show up, take her statement, and drive off.
The Fallout
Eventually, she may have figured out what was going on, because she stopped playing her TV and stereo so loud. I stopped keying up on channel 18, and everything was quiet.
Then, about a month or so later, she and some guys were loading up a rental truck with her belongings. After a few hours, she gets in and flips me off before driving away. Landlord says he was happy to break the lease just to get rid of her. He also said she moved three states away. I never saw her again.

I think out of all my cousins, I'm the only quiet introvert type person. I feel so much hate like why am I so different. How come I'm not fast smart witty intelligent and great communicator. Being anxiety free opens so much doors for better opportunities from work and relationships. I hate anxiety like it seems as if it has ruined my life and me.
I'm currently looking for jobs but I can't even put my mind together to even call places if they're hiring. I have still hard time going in person and actually talking with manager. I still feel nervous anxious ordering food like this is just utter shame. How can I be struggling over little things that are so essential in life. My cousins live life so happily and having fun at same time. They have tons of friends and overall good quality life. Not only that but making good income. I don't even know how to dress well and carry myself. I feel like such a bumb person because I'm not even living my life to true potential.

Hi father I have a question, i live in scotland today the undercover police was looking for somebody that lives in my building it is the second time this happened they ring my doorbell so I can open the downstairs bulding door, i opened the door and then they force their way into the building by holding the door, and then started asking questions about my neighbours in a rude way, they came back today they wake me up ringing my door bell multiples times until a opened and when they forced their way again when I open the door , I told them next time not to ring my door bell, and then he told me in a very rude and disrespectful way "WHATEVER", I feel very humiliated and disrespected they ruined my day and probably my week, my question is am I as a catholic follower of christ just meant to accept all the humiliation that people attack me with? Since I'm called to act as Christ would in every situation.

I know this isn't a picture of a famous female's belly button, but I thought it would be cool to share this and imagine what actress playing who in either idea.
IDEA 1 ---- A comedy where a stuck up young woman (18-30) who is living it up with a decent job, an apartment, and beautiful girlfriends. She enters a shop or a restaurant wearing a crop top and encounters a male or female gypsy who was trying to be nice to her. She is rude to the supernatural person without knowing who he or she is. As the woman leaves, the person bumps into the girl on a boardwalk near a beach and chants some sort of spell while pointing at the woman's belly button. The next morning, the woman wakes up and sees her belly button talk to her. The belly button is voiced by the same actress who plays the woman. Understandably, the woman freaks out while her belly button talks, but nobody else notices. Not even her girlfriends even when the woman tries to explain. They think she's nuts or something. Eventually, when she returns to her apartment, the male or female gypsy or whatever knocks on her door and explains everything. Only the female and the gypsy can understand the belly button. Because of her stuck up behavior and past insecurities as shown by her encounter with the person, the person placed a hex on her belly button to come alive. The woman has to put up with it for 30 days and after she realizes the error of her ways, she has the option to have the belly button stop talking or even keep it. The male or female has done this many times and still keeps in touch with some of his past female friends including one he invites to the woman's apartment. This particular female friend still has her talking belly button as like her conscious and is voiced by the actress playing her. The gypsy or whatever and the protagonist's belly button help our female protagonist for the next month by having her think and care about others while also helping her with her past insecurities and giving her more confidence like wearing a bikini on the beach. She plays volleyball and gets the confidence to ask the guy out that she likes. While the woman converses with the gypsy on the beach and her belly button, two beautiful plus-size bikini girls bump into the magical person as their old friend who used to have talking belly buttons. After thanking the person for helping them and leaving, the gypsy or whatever reveals that he or she is actually around a thousand years old and is cursed with an immortal life on Earth after making some sexual error or unwanted advance. After the woman's beach day, she wonders whether or not to keep having a talking belly button.
The female protagonist and her belly button would be played by someone like Hailee Steinfeld, Abigail Breslin, Chloe Grace Moretz, Taylor Swift, Ariana DeBose, or an actress from RIVERDALE or EUPHORIA. The female friend and her belly button that still talks would be played by someone like Awkwafina, Ashley Park, Stephanie Hsu, or some other comedic actress.
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IDEA 2 ---- A sci-fi thriller about a conspiracy where a lot of women are attracted to the same young man, but why? Eventually, it is revealed that the young man is a constantly-shunned, embittered, and anti-social sad sack... yet also a genius. Because he is tired of feeling alone and judged by almost every woman he encountered, he created a small slimy lifeform. With whatever he used in the lab combined with the DNA of a woman like blood, hair, or spit that he managed to retrieve for the slug or parasite-like lifeform to consume, this lifeform -- once close enough to the woman whose DNA is from -- enters the woman's belly button. Once inside the woman's belly button, the woman becomes attracted to the young man and accepts him for who he is. The woman will still be her with her personality, quirks, charms, likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams, etc. but she will still be attracted to the young man even if this certain woman may have prejudged him, shunned him, or even bullied him in the past. If he wants intercourse with her, she consents. He might even command the woman to do something with some sort of command if he wanted to. Of course, he doesn't do this to one woman. He's done this to many women. Young adult, skinny, plus size, and cougar. He could even have a party with most or all of these women while wearing skimpy outfits or belly dancer costumes. Yet they don't even remember the thing entering their belly buttons or their possible past encounters with the young man. However, he is not a monster as he would let these women live their lives like school, work, family, friends, career goals, etc. Still, like every other scientific experiment, there is a setback and he doesn't even know it yet. A blonde wearing a crop top goes to a bar to celebrate her friend's birthday or engagement with a group of girlfriends. When the blonde drinks a beer or a shot, she starts to feel sick and her belly is poking around doing the mamba until all of the sudden, the lifeform squirms out of her belly button and plops on the floor. The blonde and some of her friends are screaming while the thing is smoking, squirming, and screeching as it dies. When talking with doctors in the back of an ambulance outside the bar, she slowly starts to remember the moment the thing entering her belly button and possibly the young man himself who planted it in there. So the question you the reader might be wondering is who can stop this continuing? A badass female protagonist, possibly an agent, who is trying to put the pieces together before more women have their belly buttons implanted and find the man responsible.

I think out of all my cousins, I'm the only quiet introvert type person. I feel so much hate like why am I so different. How come I'm not fast smart witty intelligent and great communicator. Being anxiety free opens so much doors for better opportunities from work and relationships. I hate anxiety like it seems as if it has ruined my life and me.
I'm currently looking for jobs but I can't even put my mind together to even call places if they're hiring. I have still hard time going in person and actually talking with manager. I still feel nervous anxious ordering food like this is just utter shame. How can I be struggling over little things that are so essential in life. My cousins live life so happily and having fun at same time. They have tons of friends and overall good quality life. Not only that but making good income. I don't even know how to dress well and carry myself. I feel like such a bumb person because I'm not even living my life to true potential.

I have two 2-year old siblings, a male (Pippin) and female (Merry), who normally love each other to death, but after trying to introduce them to a friend’s cat today Merry’s decided her brother is the devil. Was not expecting this at all because they’re usually ludcirously chill. I’ve introduced them to huge dogs before, strangers, you name it. Anyone can pick them up, and they’d sell me to the mailman for a cheese stick. (Obviously other cats are a different situation, I’m just surprised by this reaction).
Friend came over with their 6 mo. old kitten and we tried to introduce them through the bathroom door but everyone involved started hissing and grumbling and wouldn’t get near each other - including my two. It’s like a light switch flipped and they forgot they’re siblings. Most of the aggression is coming from Merry - Pip seems like he would behave normally, and he’s just reciprocating the aggressiveness.
I’m guessing it’s some sort of nonrecognition aggression or lingering stress reaction (?), but the kitten didn’t really have any interaction with Pippin other than through a cracked door, and he certainly didn’t go anywhere.
I’m not crazy worried yet and expect it’ll subside with time - it’s only been an evening since the kitten left, but has anyone experienced this before? Any advice?

I’ve had 3 encounters. In one I was just paralyzed and couldn’t open my eyes and a presence was over me sniffing in my ear. The next I felt like I was blind and crawled to the door of my room, pulled myself up and turned around now able to see and I saw myself in bed still asleep. I went over to myself and touched myself but it was me doing it, it was strange. The next i was paralyzed and felt a heavy pressure on my chest and couldn’t breath and tried screaming for my boyfriend who was asleep next to me but I couldn’t do anything but be conscious of my state and continue in my failed attempts to wake him up.

So I recently got back from a cruise and it was my first one. I was supposed to go with my ex, but obviously didn’t, so I soloed it. I was already nervous going into all of this solo for the first time. On the night before the “fun day at sea” they placed notes on the door handles that there would be a deck cleaning the next day. I was kinda frustrated I wouldn’t be able to use my balcony for hours on the day at sea, but nothing I could do about it.
That morning I got up around 8:00 to go get breakfast. I didn’t shower yet or put on sunscreen. I just went in leggings and an t-shirt. I wanted to get to the burrito place before the line got long and then go back shower and get ready for the day. Well around 8:30 I go back to my room and they have a cord running through it hooked up to some machine they were using to clean the balcony. So my cabin door was wide open for everyone to see my lovely bra and undies on the floor near my bed. I ran in cleaned up my cloths and stepped out on the deck to ask how long they would be. They said 30 minutes. I grabbed my book and went to sit on serenity deck to read for a bit. An hour goes by I start to feel my skin getting a little red because I don’t have on sunscreen. I return to my room. They are still using it to run their cord through with the door wide open. I again ask how much longer. They again say 30 minutes. So I go to the casino for an hour. I return to my room. They are still in there. At this point I start to have an anxiety attack and cry out of frustration. I go down to the customer service deck upset. They get them out of there and I finally got to shower and get ready for the day at 11:00 now.
This really left an awful taste in my mouth about cruising in general. Is this type of stuff normal? Just getting kicked out your room for hours with no warning? Has anyone else experienced this? Do balcony cleanings always happen on sea days?

Long story, this one, but just bear with me:
Came in to work today and to my surprise there was an envelope addressed to the store, sitting on the counter. Inquiring about it, I ask my coworker for context, to which I'm told someone addressed us an envelope (postage and return address included) with money and a handwritten receipt for an item.
The envelope was in poor condition, as received that way from USPS. The person wanted a plush. They had the price written down, with shipping and tax included, which came to like $21.60 give or take. Unfortunately, during the handling process, I guess some money fell out since there was only $20.10 in there at arrival.
I'm not sure what the sender imagined would happen with that. Had there been enough money (and maybe if we had in-store the item they were looking for) I'd have done that transaction and got it to them one way or another, whether that be buying it in store and hand delivering it (let's be real, I had nothing better to do) or creating a WIS for them because I felt like being nice.
With nothing in my power to do, I took the envelope and money back to the return address (the sender only lived 5 minutes from the store which is crazy to me) and explained to the older gentleman who answered the door (not the sender, but he lives there so whatever) that the product can be purchased instead by coming into the store physically where we can assist with a WIS/purchasing on-site if in-stock or they can go online and order whatever they're looking for.
TLDR: Received a letter at work today with an accurate invoice + item request

So I recently finished my Belmomt run and ds2 sub meme run so i decided to go back to base ds2 on my ps3 where I had no dlc and see how much different Scholar was for myself. I gave up at Throne Defenders, not because I lost (didn't even open the kings door to the throne of want), but because I was just tired of how the game had played to that point. Let's get some positives out of the way first.
There are some better enemy placement in vanilla. There are way fewer tough enemies in Aldia's Keep. The Dark Dweller ( stretchy arm boy scared of light) thats in the house at the start of Vanilla is a great way of showing how they react negatively to light. Heide's Tower has no Heide Knights for some reason but I prefer the smaller density of enemies. There are no Shades in the Lion Warrior section of the Shaded Woods which was nice. The one bell on your way through Undead Crypt makes dealing with the Leidya ghosts so much easier, I always hate Undead Crypt in Scholar. Black Gulch has no phantom spawns, I hate Woody.
Now for the things I disliked.
Belfry Luna's tower having a Bell Keeper phantom spawn onto it when there are already 3 regular ones was awful and even worse the ladder opening has am invisible wall so you cannot shoot arrows or spells from below. Just before the first fog wall of Forest of Fallen Giants are 3 foot soldiers that see you when you first reach the area plus an archer firing from above (easy enemies but worse placement/aggro distance). Dragon Aerie Drakes are all auto aggroed for some reason, even if you have not broken an egg. Undead Crypt has 7! Syan Knights guarding Velstadts fog wall.
Theres also the lack of shortcut in No Mans Wharf, absurdly long load times, so little Twinkling Titanite before Shrine of Amana you cannot test more than 1 weapon/catalyst so RIP to anyone trying to use say the Drangleic set, the game has tons of slowdown to the point it rarely runs at a stable 20 fps let alone the 30 lock and worst of all the motion blur so bad I had to take breaks because pf the nausea/headaches.
TLDR: Awful motion blur and load times made Vanilla ds2 on ps3 a slog and I gave up.

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Grayson kept his promise and came over to talk with me. He arrived after classes for both of us were done for the day. It also meant that Cassie was home and this time, she didn’t vanish into her bedroom to give us privacy. She waited until we were both seated in the living room and Titanosaur was settled in Grayson’s lap, thereby preventing him from escaping.
Please don’t read too much into that, as I’ve said before Titanosaur has like three brain cells and will sit in literally anyone’s lap. Our landlady sent her husband over to fix the leaking faucet in the bathroom and Titan was trying to climb in his lap while the poor guy was sitting there with half his body inside of a cabinet.
Then Cassie came over, carrying a chair from the kitchen, and also seated herself with us. I glanced at Grayson. He looked dismayed, but was hiding it well in an effort to be polite. I decided to lean into my non-confrontational side and not ask her to leave.
“You’ve been acting a bit out of character lately,” I began delicately. “As a friend, I’m worried about you.”
“And I’m worried too,” Cassie added. “Maybe you don’t think of me as a friend, but you’ve been hanging out around Ashley enough that I consider you one of mine.”
Huh. I wasn’t expecting that, to be honest. I thought Cassie didn’t like him. I don’t think she was lying, either.
“Have you considered getting grief counseling?” she continued.
Straight to the point. I was glad Cassie was there. My plan was to tiptoe delicately around the subject for what probably would have been another 500 words worth of dialogue here in this post I’m writing up. Fortunately, Cassie’s willingness to address a problem directly saved me the typing and you the tedium.
“Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t,” Grayson said. “The university doesn’t know he’s gone yet.”
“Who is running this place?” Cassie asked in amazement.
I know. We’ve all been thinking it. Turns out the answer is ‘there’s a board’ and they make all the real decisions. The president is just a figurehead. Which is pretty obvious if you stop and think about it. I wanted to ask if the flickering man reported to the board but I also didn’t want to derail the conversation with things that really didn’t matter anymore. It’s safer to just assume the board is the administration I’ve been wondering about this whole time. Heck, it’s safer to assume everyone except for the students and professors are responsible in some part for the whole monster situation.
Sorry for not finding out for certain, but Grayson was working through some important stuff and I didn’t dare interrupt.
“I don’t want counseling, either,” he continued. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I never cared for him. Not in a familial sense. My presence was more to fill a role.”
Things were starting to connect in my head. This conversation reminded me of some things the flickering man had said. Roles to be filled. A cycle, ushering in new students to fill them. They’d been filling the president’s role with a corpse - a very old one, judging by the date on the photo Cassie took of the headstone - so perhaps that wasn’t the only role being filled.
“Were you adopted?” I asked. “By the president?”
“I was.”
Beside me, Cassie took a deep breath. It wasn’t from shock. It sounded more like… annoyance. If I’m being generous with the term.
“The flickering man said something to me,” I said slowly. “That I wasn’t the first person he’d seen like this and I wouldn’t be the last. Are you… not the only child that the president has adopted?”
“...I’m not.”
This is the point where Cassie just lost it. Stood up, yelled ‘why the fuck didn’t you tell us any of this?!’ and stormed out of the room. She slammed the door to her bedroom shut behind her. Grayson and I sat there in the living room for a good minute, stunned, listening to what I’m 99% certain was Cassie screaming into her pillow. Then the door opened and she returned to calmly sit down on the sofa again.
“I’m good,” she said. “All better. Please continue.”
The details of the conversation get a little fuzzy at this point, as it seems that even though the forgetter is gone I’m still having memory issues. Unfortunately Grayson was right - it wasn’t the forgetter that was responsible for my particular variety of memory loss. There’s something else trying to protect Grayson.
I suspect the tree in the graveyard. Its roots have spread all over campus, after all.
Sorry to be so blase about this but it’s not actually that upsetting anymore. It’s just this thing we’re dealing with.
It’s a good thing Cassie was present for the rest of the conversation. She filled me in on the details later, after we’d confirmed that I had some significant gaps. Grayson explained a bit more about the whole adoption thing. He didn’t know who his birth parents were. He’d never been outside of this town and basically grew up on campus. This is all kind of recapping what we already knew or guessed at, but the adoption angle was new at least. I’d assumed that his dad had died and been replaced, which he had, except it wasn’t his dad at all and Grayson’s role as the son was being replaced over and over also.
Which is all kinds of fucked up.
It also means that this has been going on for generations and I think we all know why that’s rather alarming.
“What happened to the previous adopted kids?” I asked once we’d gotten through this rather confusing summary.
“They died.”
There was a heavy silence in the room.
“How?” I asked.
“Well… one drowned. Another suffocated.” He hesitated. “This is kind of why I’m reluctant to tell people I’m the president’s son.”
“Grayson, are you worried someone will try to kill you?” Cassie asked flatly.
“...yeah. I am, actually.”
Screaming into a pillow myself was starting to look pretty tempting.
Now I’m sure you’re all thinking what I was thinking at this point. If the university was just recycling the president’s corpse and finding new children to play the role of their child for… reasons??? then perhaps that was why the flickering man was interested in me. Perhaps I was Grayson’s replacement, as many of you have theorized.
I mean, it seems pretty suspicious. Grayson’s dad is getting his soul replaced on the regular - or at least, he was. Grayson himself is a replacement for prior Graysons but I guess since they don’t need an adult, they’re just grabbing any ol’ kid to fill the role for a while. But the former Graysons keep dying because the inhumans get him? Grayson has a lot of protection on campus but he’s not immune - I’ve watched him get attacked by the steam ghost in particular.
Which leads me to my own theory. If I am a replacement, I don’t fit the mold. Perhaps that’s why the flickering man hated me so much. I’m too old (legal adult yay) and… I’m not a son.
But I wanted to confirm some things.
We wrapped up the conversation with Grayson because we were running out of mental capacity to ask more questions. He was clearly uncomfortable and there was a lot to process. He did promise to not be so difficult about this in the future. He wasn’t really grieving. He was just… uncertain. He didn’t know what to do anymore. Which is fair. When you’re raised to fill a role and suddenly that role is gone it’s hard to adjust.
I know what that feels like.
After Grayson left I messaged Maria asking if she knew anyone that was good with a camera. Like, really good. And also good in high stress situations. She got back to me pretty quickly. Maria is starting to become one of those people who knows everyone. She’s heading firmly down the road of becoming the subject of one of those unhinged tumblr posts where someone magically summons an army of people to fulfill a task, while she stays on the sidelines quietly directing the ever-increasing chaos.
Fortunately, she’s not there quite yet, but she is freakishly well-connected for a campus of this size. Within an hour she had me in a group chat with someone from the Folklore Society who fit all my requirements, even the unspoken ones. Someone that was good with a camera in “hostile circumstances” (her words, very accurate) and wouldn’t cut and run the moment things got a little weird. I think you all see where I was going with this.
Yeah, we were going to get photos of something inhuman.
DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.
For starters, it’s not safe just getting close to an inhuman to photograph it. And once you do, that opens a whole new set of hazards. If the inhuman takes offense to being photographed, then they’re going to do anything they have to to get the photo destroyed and all rules are off the table when it comes to disguising their existence. Think of it like this - an inhuman might not be able to enter a house due to hospitality rules keeping them out, but this is weighed against their need to keep their presence obscured. The latter wins. Hospitality rules are no longer enough protection.
That’s my understanding, at least.
And sure, there are inhumans that don’t seem to care if a photo or two are leaked to the internet, but you have no way of knowing in advance. Let’s say you get lucky and nothing comes after you to destroy the phone/camera, computer, your social media accounts, and you. You’re not quite off the hook. That photo is a connection to the inhuman and if the creature captured in it doesn’t use it as an access point, something else might.
Photos are just a bad idea all around.
So we agreed that if we were going to go ahead with this stupid plan, we’d do so with as many safety measures as we could. First, the person taking the photo would be fully informed on the potential consequences. I was hoping that they could just teach Maria or I how to use a camera, but considering they were in the inner circle Folklore Society (what I’m calling the folks that know the monsters aren’t just stories) they wanted to come in person. I tried to talk them out of it, they finally made a snarky comment about if I wanted them to sign a waiver, and I dropped the topic.
Secondly, we were going to destroy both the photo and the camera afterwards. I got online and ordered the cheapest digital camera I could find. It was a camera designed for young children so it was pastel pink with teddy bears on it, but whatever, it was digital and didn’t cost over $30. The money from my job at the dining hall has helped with the finances but I didn’t particularly feel like lighting it on fire.
Especially since we planned to literally light the camera on fire when we were done. I wasn’t looking forward to the smell of burning plastic but fire is both a thorough and symbolically traditional way to dispose of things. Like I said, we were trying to do this as safely as we could.
The camera arrived the next day so we decided to go ahead with our plan that evening. Cassie would stay home because we felt having too many people might be a hindrance if we had to bail out. Also, she had “digital date night” with her girlfriend and I didn’t want to interfere.
Then we found a discreet entrance to the steam tunnels.
I wanted a photograph of the steam ghost. It had a face. I wanted to see what that face looked like.
I’d scouted out the steam tunnel entrances beforehand, while waiting for the burner (lol) camera to arrive. Last time I’d looked inside, they were clogged with roots. However, if the roots were originating from the graveyard, then perhaps the parts of campus that were farthest away would be clear enough to traverse. I got lucky and found an entrance inside of one of the dorms that’s out by the parking lot. The lobby is open and from there it’s easy enough to just coast into the stairwell behind someone with a keycard and then down into the basement. There were roots, but they hung from the ceiling as slender tendrils that brushed the top of my head like the faint touch of a moth. I didn’t go far inside. Just enough to confirm it didn’t get any worse and we had a long corridor free of obstruction.
When I came back, I had Maria and the photographer with me.
His name is Jacob and he’s a sophomore. He joined the Folklore Society because he realized he wasn’t making any attempts to be social, at college of all places, and picked a club that seemed like it would be small so he didn’t have to deal with crowds. Large groups of people intimidated him. I can certainly relate to that.
I feel bad for him. Imagine getting caught up in all this bullshit just because you had trouble making friends.
It also occurred to me that this photography excursion was also part of his attempt to make friends, because that’s what landed him in the group that had to hide from the thing in the hallway. Whatever. Maria can deal with that. She’s the extrovert.
“Let’s not forget the plan,” I said nervously as we gathered outside the door. “We get in. We get the photo. We run like hell back out the door.”
I’m happy to say that the plan worked. Every step. Swear to god.
We were about halfway to where the tunnel turned when the steam started to rise out of the ground around us. It seeped through the walls, filling our lungs and making it hard to breathe. The usual. We turned back at that point, as we wanted to be close to the exit so we could snap the photo and run once the steam ghost showed up.
The nice thing about inhumans is that they can be predictable. They have set rules they follow and so long as you follow the prescribed pattern of behavior, you know what to expect. This allows you to plan, as I’d done. So when we loitered within sprinting distance of the door, the steam ghost obliged to show up and chase us off.
Just as expected. And Jacob was ready with our pastel pink camera, so that when its face materialized out of the steam, mouth open in a silent scream and its misty hands stretched towards us, he was able to snap a photo.
Then we ran and reached the door before it caught up.
See? Exactly as planned.
There’s one more rule we learned about though. One that I’d forgotten to factor in for this crucial moment.
The doors in the steam tunnels don’t always open to the same place.
We tumbled through without thinking. I, pulling up the rear, had a moment of hesitation when I saw nothing but darkness ahead of me, but it was too late, I was in a full sprint and besides, Maria had already stumbled through the doorway. I slammed into Jacob’s back, propelling him the few steps he needed to be past the doorway, and then we were all through and the door slammed shut behind us.
The air was warm and damp. The steam tunnels, while warm, aren’t damp unless the steam ghost is present. This felt like being inside of a sauna. I could feel water beads forming on my arms, clinging to the hairs that were currently standing on end in alarm. There was a faint breeze coming from ahead of us, a slowly rhythmic flow to it like a fan. It did nothing to alleviate the heat. If anything, it was even warmer.
Maria turned her phone’s flashlight on.
We were in a corridor, much the same size as the tunnel we’d just escaped. The walls glistened with moisture, shining with the gray-pink color of rotting beef. There were no sharp angles, just a round passageway that vanished into darkness at the edge of Maria’s flashlight beam. The floor beneath our feet was slightly squishy.
And it was full of teeth.
Honestly I think I would have preferred sharp teeth, like an animal’s fangs or something out of science fiction. Instead, we got human incisors, circling the entirety of the tunnel in regular intervals.
The tunnel rippled. There was a faint gurgling sound, like the rumbling of a stomach twisting in hunger. And those rows of teeth began to tighten as the tunnel constricted around us.
“STEAM GHOST,” Maria yelled. “I CHOOSE THE STEAM GHOST.”
And she threw the door behind us open and dove back into the tunnel. Jacob grabbed my arm and dragged me along with him, as I was frozen in fear, staring at all those glistening ivory teeth. I stumbled over the doorframe and fell forwards, hitting the cement floor hard on all fours. I heard the door slam shut behind me. Frantically, I looked up at the tunnel.
No ghost. But the steam was still there, hanging heavy in the air and filling my lungs. The ghost would be back. I was certain of that.
“What now?!” Jacob asked, his earlier calm quickly giving way to panic.
“Try the door again!” I said, scrambling to my feet. “It changes!”
Maria spun around and opened the door a sliver for the second time, just enough to peer through the crack and confirm what was on the other side.
“FUCK.”
Then she slammed it shut. Opened it. Another burst of profanity, slightly more panicked than the last explicative. Meanwhile, Jacob and I cowered at her back, staring at the steam that hung thick in the air all around us, waiting to see if it was going to reform into a malevolent spirit while Maria played Russian roulette with the door.
She did this five times before she finally got the dorm we’d entered through.
Flushed and panting, we stumbled through and Jacob kicked the door to the steam tunnels shut with a determined flourish. There. We’d done it. As I’d said, our plan went perfectly. We got the photo and ran like hell to the door.
Didn’t plan on what happened after we went through the door. This is my lack of attention to detail coming into play, which is probably what also made me a shitty barista.
We crowded around Jacob to see the photo he got. This is why we recruited someone with actual photography skills. He was able to use a truly shitty camera intended for toddlers to somehow focus on a literal ghost’s face in the handful of seconds we had before it reached us, all while not panicking.
Staring at us from the tiny screen was a person’s face. Not a face made of steam. An actual flesh and blood human face. The rest of the shot was obscured by steam, framing it so that all we could see was this disembodied human face staring out at us from the camera’s digital screen. The expression was placid, the eyes hollow and devoid of emotion.
I’d seen this look before, on the library ghost. This distant stare of something that wasn’t wholly here.
“That is… really creepy,” Jacob said.
“We just escaped a hallway full of teeth and this is what you find creepy?” I said.
“No, that was creepy too. I can be terrified by multiple things at once.”
We all stared at the photo for a good few minutes, trying to commit the face to memory because we were not going to retain any copies of it. Then Jacob deleted the photo, handed me the camera, and we awkwardly went our separate ways.
I got out my phone as soon as we’d all walked off. My theory was looking plausible, but there was one more thing I could do to confirm I was on the right track.
I texted Grayson. I asked him if the children before him, the ones the president adopted, were all male.
They were.
The library ghost. The stabbed student. And now… the steam ghost.
All former students. All male. All trapped on campus after their deaths.
And for at least two of them, they seemed to have something against Grayson.
They don’t like Grayson because he replaced them.