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I took 2 iphone 15 plus to the aventura store to be repaired for a stuck volume up bottom. They took both and decided to send both to be repaired. They asked how would I like to get the phones back and I ask them to and it back to me so I did not have to take time off work to come back to pick up. This turned out to be the worse mistake I ever made. Few days later they said the repaired the 256GB but for whatever reason they said they won't repair the 128GB for whatever reason, they did not say. A few days later they sent the repaired one back fedex express got it everything is great. They said the other one was on the way and about a week later I got the package fedex ground and when I opened the package it was a broken iphone Xr. I called apple immediately and let them know what happened the I was told it could be a mistake that they sent the wrong device and I should give them serial number of the Xr to do some investigation. A few days later I got a call back to say for them to replace my device they need proof of purchase. I sent them photos of my purchase on ebay including, photo of credit card purchase and a photo of my business credit card that I use to purchase it(showing my name and last 4 numbers matching purchase. I was then told to wait again, and after almost a week I got a call back saying they won't be able to replace my device. They refuse to say why, what happen with my missing device and the Xr I got. I asked them to disable the stolen 15 Plus they say they cannot. They just rold me to report it to the police. I ask and tell the police what, and what about my stolen device. I ask them to open a case with fedex provide me the case number and I can report the theft to the police and present that also to fedex to get compensated. Apple refuse to help me do either and I don't know what to do because my phone is now gone and apple is the only one that can help but refuse to cooperate. What can I do ? Also the phones came in the same box but the stolen one shipping weight was lighter.

I’m currently in the UK and want to buy a US eSIM plan that will let me receive SMS messages here in the UK. (I realize there are UK eSIMs but I specifically need the number to be a +1 US number so I can receive verification codes from a US account.) I have an existing US eSIM on my phone that does not seem to work here. I want to log in to see if I can purchase an eSIM plan that allows for roaming internationally, but in order to log in TMobile requires SMS verification (which I obviously can’t receive!) What can I do?

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so i was home along and my dad left his phone, and since i moved in with him and my stepmum my mum kept my phone so keep in contact with my GF my dad let me use his phone... well i saw here number in the resents (at the bottom) and i... i need to hear her voice again... like since breaking up ive been depressed, started self-harming, and stealing beer... so whats the worst that could happen.... right? well after clicking call it only rang twice and she picked up... hearing her voice i was giddy... so happy... i felt like were were back in time to when we loved each other... and now im thinking through it wondering if i fucked up... as i was moving on... and now i cant help but think about her again

Sister got robbed at gunpoint while delivering pizza. Fool gave his real name, phone number and address. Cops didnt do anything when called to the scene. What can I do with this info without it coming back to the pizza shop?

My life has changed in the last six months for myself and my partner. At times, i do feel it's been longer, but i try to tell myself it's not. I love my partner with all my heart, and i think she's drifted away from me. Emotionally and physically. I do know lots of it has to do with me not being the best provider and supporter for my family the last five years due to an injury that set me and the whole family back. Even still, to this day, I struggle to keep food on the table. I'm almost done with school so that I can provide for my family. When i got injured, i felt lost as a person; the sense of providing was lost As my wages were gone. And providing would be harder. Being vital to my family was lost, and I felt empty as my strength was taken for a while. I lost sight of my family; they saw the ugly side of my anger. Never beat anyone; just argue. Still not right, i know. Over these five years, I've gotten better, i believe. Four years later, I'm retraining for new work cause of my injury. My wife’s mother and sister passed away several months from each other while i was in school. I know the passing took a toll on her. I didn't know how to help her. I didn't want to say the wrong words and see her cry. Well, as time progressed, she got better at dealing with the pain. I'm proud of her for that. I know it's been a struggle and a battle. Well, the reason that i feel this way I do now. It was because one day when I went through my partner's phone. (I don't care if she does the same to me, as I don't talk to anyone.) Anyway, I came across a deleted messages from her guy co-worker. It's nothing crazy, but I had lots of texting at work back and forth. I didn't want to keep scrolling up as my heart felt shattered. The co-worker gets more mgs and memes than i do in a day, and i think it's my fault for that happening. I never showed her physical attention. Now, she seeks that somewhere else. It’s been over a week since we argued about the messages, and I noticed that her Snapchat now goes off more. I've been with my partner for eight years and ten months, and I'm lost on what to do. She told me last time we argued she would never cheat on me and put it on our kids. How do i get that reinsurance? Should she give me that reinsurance that I need? She told me she would never cheat on me when together with me. And I do believe her. I just don't trust the guy. He’s married. Would you be mad if your husband texted back and forth with another lady during work? She told me he was an old friend from high school, so they switched over numbers when he got hired at her job. Am i overreacting? Should i worry? My heart is heavy.

so i was home along and my dad left his phone, and since i moved in with him and my stepmum my mum kept my phone so keep in contact with my GF my dad let me use his phone... well i saw here number in the resents (at the bottom) and i... i need to hear her voice again... like since breaking up ive been depressed, started self-harming, and stealing beer... so whats the worst that could happen.... right? well after clicking call it only rang twice and she picked up... hearing her voice i was giddy... so happy... i felt like were were back in time to when we loved each other... and now im thinking through it wondering if i fucked up... as i was moving on... and now i cant help but think about her again

Could someone please help me explain how on earth you are able to set up new IG accounts without them immediately being suspended, without phone number, without having to provide a selfie. Seems like I have zero success now at setting up new accounts. I tried today creating a new gmail account then creating a new IG account and it will ask for a phone number to send a code to me and then after I have provided a phone number (I used a new sim I recently purchased overseas) the still gets immediately suspended. Then I have to provide a selfie in the appeal process. I use really harmless user names like Petra.on.adventure (I made that one up) so I don’t think the username is the issue. I use a burner phone for the set up which hasn’t been used for any other accounts and I went to a friend‘s place to use their wifi (just in case my IP address is the issue). I’ve now spent 2 hours trying to set up new accounts in various ways without success.
I’d love to hear your step by step guide on how you go about setting up new accounts.
Thanks!!

I’ve known this girl for 10+ years she always liked me/had a crush on me, she tells me. I met her when she was 14 she told she left and went MIA because I was taken at the time and wanted to get over that crush. Then just last year she came back into my life I decided to message her and catch up. It went well. She’s really sweet and I fell for her so I confessed my feelings. She told me that the feeling was mutual but needed more friends than anything at this time in her life. Which I respected and told her I’m not trying to rush anything. She isn’t a big texter, she’s very closed off and was raised to deal with stuff on her own. She gets overwhelmed with life, work and likes to be alone at times. She’s also told me she tries not to push people away but the thought of talking to people drains her and then she feels terrible. I would go days without hearing from her. Which would hurt and sometimes make me angry but I understood that’s how she is.
As time goes on we end up talking everyday on Discord to just talk, watch shows/movies or play games together. Everything was going great. We ended up meeting IRL for a weekend which honestly was one of the best times of my life. Now physical touch is something she is not used to. Once I picked her up and came home she was very touchy and cuddled up to me and later that night we end up being intimate which we both don’t do unless were comfortable and feel something. After our time together she tells me she had a great time and I was sweet. I then asked her if we can be official and she said “not yet” which hurt because prior to our trip she would send me videos saying “us” and stuff like that basically leading me on. So I figured after being together IRL she would say yes but didn’t.
She goes back home things between us are still going great FaceTiming every night and spending time together. Then three weeks after the trip I ask her to play and she says “playing w my brother today sryyy” I said ok have fun come to find out it wasn’t her brother.. it was another guy. Now I know she has guy friends which she told me from the beginning. When I asked her who this guy was she said he is a friend of her brother and cousin and they’re always over his house and her brother plays on his account. Which I found out to be a lie because they aren’t friends on the game or even follow each other on socials. I told her about this and she got upset giving me the same story about who he is. So we’ve gone back and forth fighting about this. I bring up that she hasn’t gave me anytime. She says I’m trying to spend more time with friends and “my life doesn’t revolve around you and I have a lot on my plate rn” Time goes on and I finally ask “Is there something I need to be worried about you and this guy” she said “nope” then later that night she tells me she doesn’t want anything romantically with anyone right now and she can’t give any type of affection without it being forced. So I told her “I need to step back from this relationship/friendship for my own mental health. I wish you all the best” she then says “I understand, it’s still you that I want & will always only be you, it’s just not fair to you if I’m not in a place where I can give you everything” Which is crazy to me because she is giving this other guy all the time when she’s available. If I get anytime from her it’s an hour here and there or a FaceTime just to fall asleep when she can’t sleep.. We only talk when I try to tell her how I feel and she gaslights me then ends it with “It’s you I still want” Which I don’t believe only saying that to keep me on a string.
The last convo we had was me calling her out on her bs for playing with my head, manipulating me and saying how cruel and cold she was acting towards me and how this guy was her priority and I’m not stupid. She called me while at work saying she was shocked I said that and felt numb. I never disrespected her or called her names, I just said my peace. After the call she said “just don’t message me anymore” last I said was “Funny, You really don’t “have time for anyone” But when I called you on your bullshit you had no problem picking up your phone to call me while at work.” She then blocked me on everything. Not sure if my number is blocked cause I haven’t reached out.
I genuinely think love this girl and Idk what to do. Will she reach out to me? Will she unblock me? Or is this done and a lost cause? I’ve been so understanding of her but she never understands me.
Is this love or am I being played?
TLDR: Girl I was talking to and getting close with went stopped giving me time and went distant. We did things only couples normally do. I found out she been talking to another guy and which she lied about. Then I called her out and now she blocked me on everything.

The stress of the last six months has nearly killed me. Besides the general cratering of the outside world—political strife, climate change, inflated rents, corporate greed, and the baffling resurgence of crew socks—my internal life was falling apart, too. I'm at the point where I can't see a way out of the darkness, and that feeling has only grown in the last few days.
My struggles ramped up exponentially in the last two weeks. It started when my long-term girlfriend and I called it quits after five years. There was no definitive relationship-altering fight or infidelity. It was simply the boring banality of the "roommate-ification" of our lives together. We both felt the shift but never talked about it. Turns out communication is important.
Truthfully, we'd stayed together for so long because we couldn't afford to live apart. Our rent had nearly doubled the last time we re-upped our lease but even that was a bargain compared to what was out there currently. We were trapped by our need to have a roof over our heads.
My job had stagnated, and I couldn't find anything better. I was stuck. Like me, she'd been job hunting as well. Unlike me, she had a master's, and her prospects should've been higher. They weren't. For five months, she applied to hundreds of jobs and couldn't break through. If she got a rejection email, it was a win. Most of the time, the companies never responded.
Finally, she found a great opportunity at a Fortune 500 company. It was an involved process. She nailed the five interviews, and her "test project" was well received. She was offered the position, and it came with a massive pay increase—double her current salary. I was proud of her—she needed a win. We celebrated with pizza and beer that night.
Two days later, she dropped the bomb that she was breaking things off. The relationship ending wasn't a surprise. The timing was. The discussion was brief, and there was zero chance of reconciliation. She declined when I asked if she could stay until the lease ended. Mentally, it would've been too much for her. Two days after that, she moved out, taking half the rent with her. I was stuck in a lease I couldn't afford on my salary for the next six months.
My free time evaporated as I took on two extra gigs to help make ends meet. In addition to my office nine to five, I drove for a delivery app on the weekends and took a part-time night job stocking shelves at a local grocery store. When I wasn't hustling for housing, I slept or ate. I did nothing beyond that. Nothing brings me joy. There is no spark.
This drudgery has become my daily routine, and it's killing me.
To help cover some cost gaps, I've started selling off some of my stuff online. It was just me here, and I decided that the Spartan lifestyle would have to work for now. Anything I could fetch a decent amount for went up for sale. My apartment is so empty now every noise causes an echo.
Before my shift at the grocery store, I agreed to meet someone who wanted to take a look at my kitchen table. It was a lovely table – my ex had obsessed over it – but I didn't see a need at the moment. Now that I was a bachelor, my TV trays became my default kitchen tables anyway. I wasn't planning on any dinner parties in the future anyway.
A couple showed up later than they said they would. It was a bored-looking guy and a fastidious young woman. She made friendly small talk as she looked over the table. Her boyfriend (I think) stayed quiet and played bodyguard. I gave him a friendly nod at one point, and he just looked away. She said they'd take it without trying to talk me down. I took the small win.
She asked if I could help carry it down to their truck. I was running late, but feeling helpful, even for a fleeting few seconds, was worth it. Her silent boyfriend and I hauled the table through the hallway and even managed to avoid hitting the walls the entire way down.
I placed it in their truck, got my money, and turned to leave. The girl said thanks, and the boyfriend finally returned the nod. I gave a weird half-wave to them both and started to walk away when I heard the passenger window being rolled down.
"Hey man," the boyfriend said, his voice higher pitched than I thought it would. "What was up with your brother giving us the evil eye in the lobby when we got here?"
I turned around, "Huh? I don't have a brother."
"A cousin then?"
"My family lives about a thousand miles away. What happened in the lobby?"
"A dude that looked just like you was hiding in a dark hallway in the lobby and staring at my girl's ass."
"Jacob, really," she said.
"I'm sorry that happened, but I had nothing to do with it. We do have the occasional homeless guy meander in. Maybe you saw one of them," I said. "Did he say or do anything bad?"
"Jacob, I asked you to not say something," the girl said, burying her head in her hands.
Jacob's frosty attitude to me made sense now. "He said something about running up that ass. I dunno, he was mumbling. I told him I'd beat his ass if he didn't stop staring. Seemed to shut him up."
"Oh. Well, congrats," I said. "I'll tell the manager. Thanks for letting me know."
"You should do a better job keeping jokers like that out of the building."
"Jacob, he's not a security guard."
"He should still be a man and protect his home."
"Have a good night," I said, ending the conversation and heading back up to my apartment. I had about five minutes to change and head out before I'd be late. Last thing my ego needed was to be fired from my backup job.
Thankfully, I was able to slip into work and not get spotted by my boss. That was the last of the good news, though. We had a massive weekly order come in, which meant I'd be there late, plus someone had called out. Worse, our hand truck had a flat tire, and I spent the next few hours torturing my muscles, schlepping heavy boxes around the store. I soldiered on, counting down the minutes until I left and fantasizing about going to bed for the night.
If wishing for sleep wasn't a sad statement to my mental well-being, nothing was.
I came home after my shift at the grocery store and plopped down on the couch. I had contemplated selling it, but it was an older Ikea number, and I didn't think the value would replace my desire to sit. I could feel my body sink into the cushions, and the day's tension seep out. I was beat and tired to the point that turning on the TV was a chore.
I picked up my phone and thought I'd doomscroll until sleep overtook me. I didn't expect it to be a long scroll, as even the methadone that is my phone has failed me lately. As I lowered myself from a slumped position to a supine one, I heard footsteps outside my apartment door. This was not unusual, but the noise I heard sounded like kid footsteps. That was unusual, as nobody on our floor had kids, and it was almost midnight.
Despite my body screaming at me to not move, my brain suggested I check it out. I rolled myself off the couch and eventually stood up. I listened again and heard the kid running down the hallway. I walked over to my door and looked out the peephole. I didn't see anyone.
"Maybe I'm dreaming," I said to myself. "Maybe I'm not staring out a peephole, expecting to see a kid running down the hall at midnight, but instead, I'm cuddled up in my bed, snoozing." I pinched my arm and felt the pain. I was definitely in the waking world.
I turned to head back to the couch when I heard the running again, this time louder. I opened my door and peeked out into the hallway. Nobody was there. The door from the apartment across me opened up, too. Gloria, a young at heart grandma who was friendly/constantly buzzed in a wine mom kind of way, gave me a once over.
"You heard that, too?" she asked.
"Kids?"
"No rugrats around. I assumed it was some drunk assholes stumbling home from the bar."
I laughed. Gloria was, as always, blunt. "I didn't see any assholes," I said.
"Then you're not watching the right kind of internet videos," she said with a wink and a hoarse cackle.
I blushed. How do you respond to that? I just kind of nodded in agreement and shrugged.
"Gotta get your jollies while you can," she said before adding, "You need some rest, dear. You look like hammered shit." She shut her door and went back inside.
She was right. I felt like hammered shit. Since I wasn't going to solve the case of the mysterious runner and was sure it wasn't some lost kid, I decided to call it a night. I went back inside, shut down the apartment, and crawled into bed.
I thought about watching one of the "right kind of internet videos" but fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
***
"Your problem is you think the world owes you something."
John, my elderly coworker at the grocery store, was standing by while I unloaded a pallet of cereal. I liked John, and when I first started, we instantly clicked. He's quick with a joke and fun to talk to. He's also about thirty years older than me and speaks with the Boomer combination of accumulated wisdom, backhanded compliments, and fringe conspiracy nonsense. Still, regardless of how couched the kindness is in gobbledygook, he's usually coming from a good place.
"What?" I said, putting a box of Captain Crunch on the shelf.
"You're complaining about your situation, right? Saying it ain't fair. The world took a paddle to your hind quarters? Hey brother, that's the way the cookie crumbles. Gotta just pick yourself up and start over. You're smart enough – figured this job out right quick – you can do it."
The job was wheeling pallets around the store and stocking shelves. It wasn't much to figure out, but I understood his meaning. The other stuff wasn't necessary, though. "I'm just in a funk. I don't see a way forward."
"Hey, so you've bottomed out. No shame in that. Happens to us all. Silver lining, you can only go up," he said before adding, "Unless some other bad shit happens to you like your car dies or your apartment building burns down. But after that, it's only up."
"The apartment building burning down would be a blessing," I said, hoisting another little Captain on the shelf. "The rent is killing me."
"Have you tried negotiating a lower rent? They used to do that when I was your age."
"I think they'd evict me if I even asked."
"Hell, then you'd have at least thirty days, maybe forty, before they'd kick you out. Plenty of time to turn things around."
"Uh-huh," I said, "Any chance you could give me a hand here?"
"My back is screaming like a pretty young thing after prom," he said, holding his back for emphasis.
I didn't push. "Hey, I meant to tell you about some weird shit that happened the other night."
"Lay it on me. I love the strange."
"So, after my shift the other day, I got home around midnight and was flopped on the couch. I heard someone running down the hallway outside my apartment. I wasn't the only one. A few other neighbors heard it, too. When we checked, though, nobody was there."
"That ain't strange," John said, waving his hand, "that's a man who's plowing another man's wife running for his life."
I laughed. "That's not the weird part. So, for the next two nights, it's the same thing. Around midnight, someone runs down the hallway. Only this time, they're trying the door handles as they pass. So, I asked the front desk to check the security cameras, and they do."
"They see a man running away holding his clothes?"
"There wasn't anyone running down the hall," I said, "But the weird thing was, you could see the door handles turning on the video."
"Damn, that's a good one," John said, "You sure it wasn't just a camera glitch. These new ones from overseas aren't as reliable as they want you to think. Chinese probably using them to spy on you, too."
He continued as my brain tried to reconcile John's two opposing comments. "Weird shit happens at night, man. Before working here, I only worked the day shift. Even when they offered me more money to work nights, I turned it down. Even when they promised me a promotion, I turned them down."
In a previous life, John had worked as a paramedic. He came by it after serving in a medical unit in the army. He'd told me he loved the rush of the job, but after a while, the death and hurt in people's eyes got to be too much to handle. But he worked there for almost twenty years. So, the man had a tolerance for shenanigans and odd occurrences.
"Why'd you agree to work nights here?"
"Shit, we're home before the witching hour. This is like late afternoons, at best. But if it was overnights, hell no. Captain Crunch can anchor his own ship to the shelves. I'd take my ass to 7-11 for a day shift before agreeing to work an overnight."
"Something happen to you during the army?”
“I got the clap,” he offered.
I sighed. “What turned you off nights?"
"Oh. I heard enough stories from coworkers to know I didn't want to experience any of that hoo-doo shit," he said, "trying to save someone's life is hard enough without adding in demon kids and ghosts."
"Did your coworkers see demon kids?" I asked, moving on from the good Captain to the Trix rabbit.
He nodded, "They saw too much. I find it odd, even with all the surveillance we have now and all the science we know about these days, that the night still scares us. You ever know someone who worked a night shift?"
I had. My ex. During college, she worked the overnight desk at a hotel for a while. She quit because the job gave her bad vibes. I told John as much.
He pointed and laughed, "See! Don't you find it odd that every person who works at night always has a story of something eerie happening to them? Every person, buster. That's what they call an irrefutable fact."
"Maybe the ghost running down the hallway is an old employee still doing his rounds."
"In that case, keep that door double locked. I'd even wedge a towel under the door just in case."
"Maybe they're friendly? Casper-like in that way."
"You ever heard someone tell you about a friendly ghost outside the funny papers?"
"I'm sure it happens," I said, "The scary ghosts are more popular though."
“We think we know everything there is to know but we are just babes in the woods when it comes to night things.” John shook his head. "Imma tell you one or three things that happened to a guy I worked with back when I first got hired on to chase after corpses in the ambo. Guy's name was Gil. Quiet man, kept to himself. Didn't rock the boat or demand a bigger paddle. Just rowed with us. Good cat to learn under," John said, finally handing me a cereal box.
I took it, and he kept going, "Now, Gil, ya see, he had a little wifey that would pester him about working days. She was a cop and worked evenings at that time, so they never saw each other. When married people can't align their genitals every now and then, it spells doom."
"A little too much information but sure," I said, shelving another box of Trix.
"Probably part of what happened with you and yours," he said. He wasn't wrong, but that didn't mean I wanted to hear it.
John kept on, "Gil finally got approved to move to nights. Little pay boost and a happy, 'fulfilled' wife should've made that man happy. But it didn't. I saw him a few months later, and he had changed. He might've been quiet when he was working with me, but he'd talk to you if you engaged. When I saw him that time, though, oh boy. He looked sick."
"Wasn't a fan of working nights?"
"Wasn't a fan of living anymore is the feeling I got," John said, "After some prodding, he got to talking with me some. Told me he missed days because the nights were messing with him. I thought it had to do with the schedule change, but that wasn't the case. He said he saw things in the dark he couldn't explain. Things that would turn James Brown into James White, ya dig?"
"I...dig," I said.
"Told me they got a call to an abandoned apartment building one night, around three in the morning. Wasn't unusual. Old buildings in the city are where hop-heads congregate and share drugs. Sometimes, the drugs are too much. Sometimes, they find a person passed out or, worse, dead. When you work in the ambo, you aren't scared of death like a civilian. You've been around it. Probably seen a few folks take their last breaths. It doesn't bother you the way Mother Nature intended it should."
He handed me another box, continuing his assist streak, and kept going, "Ambo pulled up, Gil stepped out and looked for someone to talk to. Nobody there, though. Not uncommon. Some people want to help but not be involved. There's not a soul around. He calls out, but nothing comes back. Tells me he turns to get back in the ambulance when he hears a scream from inside the run-down building. They're calling for help. He's gotta go in the abandoned building in the dark."
"No thanks," I said.
"But it don't bother a medic like that. Gil's done a million of these calls. No big deal. He runs into that building but doesn't come back out until twenty minutes later. Just goes missing. After five, the crew heads in to back him up but can't find him. Gil tells me his crew called the cops. It was like he had vanished."
"What happened?"
"I asked him and he got real quiet. Said he fell into some place that looked like here but wasn't here. Said he felt their eyes on him. Judging him. Told me they followed him home and wouldn't leave him be."
"Who?"
John shrugged, "He didn't say. Shut down after that and left. Just walked past me like I was shit on the sidewalk. He quit about a week later. Heard he had a stroke a year later and was a tombstone owner three months after that. Good guy, though."
"Your aversion to overnights makes a little more sense."
"Never in a million years. You don't want something like that coming after you."
"In my case, could it get much worse?" I said with a half-smile.
"Man, I wouldn't even joke about that," he said, making the sign of the cross, "You don't want that shit attachin' itself to you. With your luck, you'd bring him in here, and it'd hop over to me. I can't have a ghost crimping my style."
After a bit, he got called away to sign off on a delivery. I finished out my shift and headed out to the parking lot. When I exited the building and spotted my car, I froze. My doors were all open, and the interior lights were on. Someone had broken in.
I glanced around the lot to see if the thief was still around, but there wasn't another person near me. I walked over to the car and peered inside. My glovebox had been ripped open, and my registration was pulled out, but nothing else was missing.
I found little hand prints in the dirt all along the body and the windows. I held mine up for comparison, and they were about half the size. It must've been some tweens or teens who did this. Maybe they were going to steal some things and got cold feet. I contemplated calling the cops, but since nothing had happened and they wouldn't do anything anyway, there was no reason to delay sleep any longer than I had to. I closed all the doors and climbed inside.
I started the car and heard something rattling in the AC vents. I pulled out my phone and shined the light at the vent. There was a small piece of paper inside. I looked around my car for some tool to pull it out and only found an ink pen and a bent-up paperclip. After McGuyvering the vent for a bit, the paper finally came out.
I held it up and unfolded it. There was a handwritten note. It simply read, "I know you're here. I know you're hiding him. I will find you both, and then it'll be your turn to run the race. We all have to run at some point."
I had no idea what that meant, but my body still provided goosebumps. Who was trying to find me? Who was the second person? Why leave a note in my AC vent? What the hell did run the race mean? I hadn't run a race since elementary school and wasn't planning to do so any time soon. Did they mean the rat race? Because I was basically marathoning that motherfucker already.
"Jesus Christ," I said, shaking my head. "What else, universe?"
As if it were a well-practiced comedy routine, the universe responded. My back passenger door swung open, and I heard footsteps running away from my car. I sprung up and scrambled to get out. There wasn't anyone else in the lot that I could see, but very clearly, someone had been hiding in my backseat.
My nerves were shot already, and this was not something I wanted to deal with at the moment. My brain decided that to avoid a breakdown, I needed to shift into automatic mode and just get back to the safety of my apartment. I'd be more prepared to deal with this – whatever it was – in the morning.
Either that or I'd jump in front of a bus. Both sounded satisfying, albeit in different ways.
***
"There he is," Gloria said as soon as I turned down the hallway. I looked up and noticed a small cabal of my neighbors standing in a semi-circle, waiting for me. They all look displeased.
"Hey guys," I said, confused. "I miss an invite for a block party?"
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"About?"
"Don't play dumb," another neighbor said, jabbing their finger in my direction.
"I'm not playing," I said, realizing the self-burn only after the words escaped my lips.
Gloria showed me the screen on her phone. It was a static shot of her door from across the hall. She pressed play, and nothing happened for a beat until something darted across the screen. That was the whole thing. I looked up at her, my face twisted up in confusion.
"Well," she said, "What do you have to say?"
"What was that?" I asked.
"That was you!" the pointing neighbor said, pointing harder than I thought possible.
"What?" I said, laughing. "Are you all serious?" They didn't laugh, and I realized they weren't joking. "How can you even tell it's me? It's a blur. Never mind the fact I've been at work for the last five hours. Plus, this blur is half my size. I get we're all weirded out about the Phantom Runner, but it's not me. I swear to God. I don't even have the energy to think about running, let alone the physical desire to."
"Then explain this," Gloria said, slightly swaying from the half bottle of Pinot Noir coursing through her blood. She rewound the video and froze it on a specific frame. I couldn't believe my eyes, but I was looking at...me. Or, rather, something pretending to be me.
"What the fuck?" I said, my jaw dropping.
"Still think we're lying?" the pointer said smugly.
"No, but, guys, this isn't me. I... I've been at work. Wanna see my schedule?"
I reached into my phone and pulled it out. There was an email with my work schedule that confirmed what I was saying. They relaxed, and, for the first time, anger gave way to fear. Their very plausible explanation was suddenly invalid. It left two implausible answers floating in the ether: either I had a pint-sized doppelganger terrorizing the hallways of my apartment, or a ghost was haunting the building.
"I'm...gonna go inside," the pointer said, walking back to their home. Everyone else drifted away until it was just Gloria and I standing alone in the hallway.
She looked at me and sighed, "I feel like an asshole," she said. "Sorry I accused you of causing the racket."
"If I had seen the video, I would've thought the same thing," I said. "We're good."
"What do you think it is?" she asked.
I shrugged and let out an exhausted sigh. "Honestly, Gloria, I've had a screwed-up night already, and this is the cherry on top of the shit sundae; forgive my language. I don't have the mental bandwidth to even comprehend what's on the video at the moment."
"Think it's after you?" she asked, though I suspected the wine had forced her to put that idea out into the universe. As I had already seen, the universe seemed to take requests on my behalf.
"Maybe it's after you?" I said, coming off a little meaner than I intended, but I didn't care. I left her there to contemplate that scenario and went into my apartment.
As soon as the door shut behind me, I felt on edge. Just because I didn't have the mental bandwidth to discuss the doppelganger didn't mean it wasn't dominating my thoughts. I saw the frame of the video. The damn ghost looked exactly like me. What could that possibly mean? I know I had wished for death, but I was very still alive. I had rent due to prove that.
Did I happen to live in a place haunted by a ghost that looked strikingly like me? Was it some kid with a passing resemblance just causing chaos? Was it something else I couldn't even comprehend – an alien? A clone? A secret government project?
There was a thumping coming from the hallway. The mini Usain Bolt was at it again. I knew the neighbors would ignore it. Since they had all thought it was me, which was proven to be untrue, they would avoid the running man from now on. While curious and confused by the creature, they'd never put themselves in harm's way to discover what it was. They were not a brave lot.
Neither was I, but maybe my life crumbling around me had forced my hand. I walked over to my door and swung it open. I hit record on my phone, stuck it out like a periscope, and glanced around the hallway. Nobody was there. No neighbors were looking. No person was running.
"You gotta stop, man. I need to go to sleep," I said to the empty space. No response, not that I was expecting one.
I turned to walk back in, and I caught something out of the corner of my eye. A face at the end of the hallway peeked around the corner. For a quick second, we locked eyes, and it was like I was looking into a mirror. This thing was me. But...how?
I tried to get it on video, but it ducked back into the shadows. I took that as a cue to shut and lock my door. My heart was racing, and I didn't want to think about this anymore, but I couldn't help it. There was a me in the hallway who enjoyed pestering my neighbors. Worse, they liked to run for some ungodly reason.
I put my phone on the counter, the video still rolling, when there was a knock at my door. It echoed in my near-empty apartment. I tried to ignore it and convince myself it was something else, but it wasn't. The ghost was knocking on my door. Even with my brain paralyzed, I couldn't help but think that it was awfully polite to knock.
Another knock, this one more forceful. I wondered if the neighbors thought I was making this up?
"I know you're in there," a voice said. It sounded just like me. "This is about the race. We all have to run the race. It's your turn now."
I froze. My legs went wobbly like a boxer on the brink of a blackout, but I stayed tall. I opened my mouth to speak and found the words dying in my throat. I grabbed a nearby bottle of water and took a chug.
"We all have to run the race."
"What race?" I choked out, "What are you talking about?"
"Open up. They're in there already, and I need to get them."
I glanced all around my empty apartment. I didn't see anyone else in here. I didn't hear anything. Whatever this thing was, it was lying. I grabbed my phone and held it in my hand. I wanted to document this to prove that I wasn't crazy.
“Did you leave the note?”
“I know they’re in there with you,” it repeated.
"There's no one in here," I said.
"They're hiding. I think I know where. I can hear them."
"You've gotta get out of here," I said. "There's nothing here, and you're scaring people."
"I'm scared, and you should be! You have to run the race, man! Open up, and I can show you."
The handle started to shake. I peered through the keyhole and only saw the top of the other me's head. They began to shoulder the door, and it crunched against my nose. I screamed out in pain and stumbled back. I tripped over my feet and landed hard on my ass.
The thing slammed into the door two more times, shaking the walls. The strength seemed unnatural. On the third hit, the door burst open. I finally got a view of the thing. It was me. Scaled down by half, but it was me. We both seemed shocked.
"You're so much taller up close," the other me said.
"Who the fuck are you?"
I felt a buzzing in my feet that seemed to climb up my body until it reached my brain. There was an intense pain that rippled through the folds of my mind. Through the pain, I could hear a disembodied voice whisper, "We all must run the race. We all have to run. Chase it. Chase yourself." It felt like my skull was going to split in two. I clutched the sides of my head and let out a primal scream that hurt my own ears.
Then it was gone. But I could still feel the echoes in my mind. "We all have to run the race. We all have to run." The thought would waver between making no sense and making complete sense. One second, I was questioning what was happening to my mind, and the next, all I felt was the desire to continue the race.
"There he is!" the other me yelled, pointing at the hallway.
I glanced over and saw another version of me standing in the hallway. It was half the size of the other me that had broken into my place. When tiny me locked eyes with my intruder, he ran for the open hallway closet.
The other me followed, screaming that it would catch the little bastard if it was the last thing he'd do. I pushed myself up to my feet and felt queasy. I watched as the other me ran head-first into the closet without slowing. I expected to hear a loud thump as it hit the back wall but none came.
"We all have to run the race," the voice in my head said, soothing my nerves. "It's your time to run the race."
I moved down the hallway, each footfall echoing loudly in the empty apartment, each step bringing me closer to the closet door. Something was drawing me there. The voice's words echoed in my mind as well: "We all have to run the race. It's your turn now."
I grabbed the door and stopped. Something was compelling me to move forward. To go into the closet. To chase myself. To run the race.
"No," I whispered and yanked my hand from the door. I pulled out my still recording phone, and stared into the camera. My face was devoid of color, and you could see the fear etched into me. "I'm freaking out because...because…"
I stopped. I felt an invisible hand grab my body and tug. "Because...because if I don't run the race, something bad will happen. I have to chase it. I...I have to."
My phone dropped from my hand, and I didn’t care. The force pulling me forward stopped but my body kept going. I could feel the last strands of my rational mind splintering. My thoughts became focused on one thing: I had to catch myself, find out what was happening, and run the race. If I ran, maybe I'd win.
I needed a win.
I walked into the back of the closet and felt a door handle sticking out of the wall. I'd been in that closet a million times before and never had seen this. But a sense of calm washed over me. This….this was supposed to be here. This was perfectly fine.
I turned the handle and pulled open the invisible door. In front of me was a hallway that looked strikingly like the one outside my apartment. At the end of the hallway, I saw Gloria step out of their home to leave for the night. She was huge. Twice my size, easy.
Another door opened, and I saw...me—a giant version of me. The Hulk version of me was getting ready to go to the grocery store for work. I watched as the giant Gloria and giant me joked and laughed. I was stunned.
I stared, and a new thought came to me. I have to find the smaller me and talk to it. I needed to find out if there's a way out of this...this….
"It's your turn to run," the voice said.
Calm embraced me. "It's my turn to run," I repeated. As the giant me took off and the giant Gloria re-entered her apartment, the hallway beckoned.
"We all have to run the race," I said softly, "It's my turn now."
I started running.

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I have lived in this apartment for almost two years now. No noise complaints from my neighbors, apart from a woman intimately moaning at various times of the day. That’s because the apartments are not sound proofed. To be fair, she did scream at her boyfriend one day to get out, and that solved both moaning and screaming. I admit that some hollered for their partners to open the door for them a couple of times, but that happened on the ground floor. Someone threw an egg at me outside of the apartment complex, but they missed. Parcels usually get stolen and that’s only because people keep the door open all the time but no robbery. Except once, there was a stabbing (read that on fb… you can never really trust fb) during robbery like an year ago. We didn’t even notice. Otherwise, it’s a peaceful community we’ve built.
Never had any trouble with neighbors, fantastic people… truly fantastic. I have never even met any of them, except two days ago. I finally met a neighbor. We introduced ourselves. We were both disappointed with the parcels being stolen. I conjectured a hypothesis, “The delivery driver failed to deliver the parcels.” She still insisted that hers got stolen. I let it go. A couple of hours later, I saw a letter on my doormat. She had skipped it under the door requesting for my number. She had written hers down. She sounded frightened in the letter.
The message said that the new guy who has moved into the flat at the end of corridor is sending some odd messages to her, under the door which has made her feel a bit unsafe. It didn't initially say what was the message but only mentioned that she had contacted the police and agents about it, and that she stopped interacting with him. I wrote to her and she told me that the new guy is demanding her to ask her friends to take the cameras off of his apartment. Then he knocked on her door late in the night which she didn't answer. Neither of us know this guy. I told her she could save my number. Although I assured that everything will be alright, I let her know that I'm moving out next week.
He is probably having mental health issues, I hope he gets better. I sympathize with both of their situations. She seems spooked. In fact, a couple of days ago, I heard the guy knock on her door very many times. I was reading a book and got annoyed by the knocking. No one answered. I almost felt like telling him that she is probably not inside. I didn't know about her interactions with him at that time.
I often hear his door handle clatter in frequent intervals. Whenever I head out, whether to grab a coffee or throw the trash into the bin, he opens his apartment door and says hi to me. I smile and return a hi back to him. I had always wondered if he was waiting by the door expecting someone, a deliveroo driver may be but that’s not possible because he keeps doing it all the time when I get out. He sounds eager to know my name. I didn't answer because I had walked farther away from him by the time he shouted, "Hey man, what's your name ?"
While writing this post, he made a phone call, possibly called the police, I don't know, and informed them that there was a break-in.

The tipping entitlement here is huge. The place doesn’t have a phone number and the website wasn’t taking orders so I had to physically walk there. No issues cause it’s close by. Then after a few minutes of waiting the server took my order and whispered the overpriced order to me. Server Stood right next to the tablet and stared me down hoping to invoke a pressured response from me. Little did he know, I was trained for this very scenario and learned from my past mistakes. I expertly reached for the no tip option before flawlessly hitting the continue button. Finished it off by not selecting a receipt. Gave the most awkward eye contact to acknowledge the role both of played in that very moment. Now I’m here waiting for my order hoping it’s not filled with server spit.

Two weeks ago, I was in a bar with a friend where we talked for like two hours. The bartender tried to maintain eye contact with me the whole time and he always had a serious look on his face. He also tried to listen to our conversation. I think he's between 25-30, a student or ex-student.
He brought the first order to our table, later the waiter. The waiter, who apparently only speaks English (I'm in Europe), didn't understand that I wanted to tip. I went to the counter where they were both standing next to each other. I smiled and asked if they had a piggy bank or something. The waiter moved forward, so I handed him the money. Then I saw that the bartender had turned away from me. It looked like he was suddenly in a bad mood, but not because of the money, I think. I looked at him from the side and wished him a nice evening.
I was interested, but I'm also a shy person. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't just hand him my phone number or talk to him at that moment. Why did he react that way? I haven't been able to get him out of my head since. In terms of looks, he's also exactly my type. I don't know what days he works.
What should I do?

Guys, if you like a good story please read. I need help.
I’ll start with some back story. So I’m 24(m); all throughout my younger stages, I’ve never been the type of guy to just be good with girls. All throughout school I’ve never had a girlfriend and have been rejected numerous times. I was kind of a nerdy kid but just didn’t really know how to talk to girls. Anyways, fast forward to today I’m currently on my 6th relationship of 2 years. All the girls I’ve dated aren’t that good looking. Some more than others but a little chubby and what not… you get the picture.
This girl I’m dating lives about two hours from me and we met online. We’d see each other maybe a couple times a month but we’d stay at each others houses for like 2-3 days at a time. She’s 23. Things are going pretty good between her and I. She is absolutely crazy in love with me and she honestly would do anything for me. I honestly do love her back but not to that extent and she’s so sweet and nurturing and innocent. She’s also a bit overweight and still immature in some ways. I’ve tried talking her out of her habits and that only gets so far I feel.
Given my troubling and frustrating time growing up with no female attention I’ve come across a difficult situation now. About a month ago at my job a very attractive woman drove through my job (I’m a toll collector). We exchange the cash and right before she drove off, she handed me a small pink piece of paper with her name and phone number. We glanced and smiled at each other as she drove off.
Of course I texted her because she was very attractive and I just wanted to see what would happen. This woman is 35 years old with an 8 year old daughter. She’s honestly very beautiful and has almost damn near perfect physical features. Short blonde mom not, not overweight but not skinny either. She makes six figures with her job, her family is generationally wealthy, she owns her own house and vehicle. I mean holy shit I hit the lottery. But I told this woman that im in a relationship with a girl and that unfortunately I can’t be going out to drinks with her. We stopped talking for about a week after that.
A week later she texted me and one thing leads to another, she was fine with me being with somebody and she just wanted to go out for drinks. In my mind I’m like holy shit I just struck gold with a milf. Quite literally something straight out of a porn video.
This woman and I have been texting daily for about a month now. She even has been buying me drinks every day at my work when she drives through. She’s just so mature and has goals and everything you could want in a woman. In my head i want to think what she sees in me but I don’t want to ruin it either.
Is this an opportunity of a lifetime? What do I do? If I break up with my current girlfriend, she’ll be so crushed. In her eyes everything is going perfect. I’ll feel ashamed either way.

I just got a phone call from an OC number stating they worked for EMI (energy management something) and asking how old my home was. They addressed me by my name and knew what street I lived on, but I'm confused how they got my number and information because I'm not even listed as the homeowner. He hung up pretty quick after I questioned how he got my number. Was this a scam or a legit thing?