35m masters degree. 24f GED, clean but previous meth user. I had a office job at the time. Laid off for 2-3 wks now. She drives 2/3 hrs to greater Houston and mows grass during the week. Stays in motels all week.
I was about to leave when she drove into the parking lot right in front of us. I thought damn she is smoking ho when she walked by. I was about to head back to the gym as my buddy called me right before I started my daily work out. So I stay and we play pool for 2 hours. Being at the bar on v day means you’re def single. I got hungry and asked her to get sushi. Came back and played a few more games. That was a Tuesday. I got her number and saw her again on Friday night. We went hiking with our dogs at my fav place to camp/swim.
This time we slept together. She mentioned just going through a break up a month before. She stayed all day And Saturday night. On Sunday she didn’t want to leave.
The next weekend she was watching her younger cousin. I’m not a spring chicken. Staying out until 1am on Saturday is not for me anymore. I took all 3 of us bowling, they went home at 930-10. Gave her an hour to come back. I told her I was going to wait at the gym for her until 11. And at 11 I went home. When I got home I told her the gate and door code to get in and jokenly told her to wake me up when she got there. Passed out. I wake up at 3am to a cold hand on my warm inner thigh. It’s a 45 min drive to my house from the bar and a little over an hour to her place. Sex was very good that morning.
She ignored every message I sent after that for over a week.
Another week goes by and I get the drunk come over and fuck text at midnight after I’m asleep.
I go off on her and say unless she going to go out with me, don’t ask me to come fuck when she knows I go to bed at 9 and wake up at 5. I don’t just want a casual hookup. I was cheated on 2-3 years ago by someone I would have taken a bullet for and I’m finally ready to date again. No contact for 3 months. Two weeks ago, she passed me on the highway when I was on the Harley and reached out.
Last week we linked up at the bar and I followed her home, she got on the bike and we rode to my place. She was too drunk to drive that far. I’ve been sober 50 days at this point. Sex was not good that morning because I was tired AF at 3 am.
Yesterday I spent all day fixing her camper ac with the parts I ordered on Monday. She was affectionate and grateful because it hasn’t worked in 2 years and Texas summers suck.
I left at 5pm. The plan was to come to my place after she went out and at 3 am. Wake up and I drive us 3 hours to go salt water fishing. I sent the door code at 9 last night. She read it and said she wouldn’t get too drunk. Well I’m alone in the truck. I’m kinda disappointed.
I know she constantly misplaces her phone when I’m with her, but on the flip side I know she ignores some notifications when she does have it in hand. She’s not glued to it.
I wasn’t like that at 24. I don’t know if it’s the age gap or the previous drug use. She was a forward in high school soccer with the potential to scholarship for it (then the drugs happened)
Her personality is awesome.
I know she hasn’t had the best raising and easiest life so far and might not know what a genuine person/relationship is; so I don’t want to throw in the towel too early but there has to be a line in the sand somewhere. I just don’t know where to draw it.

Hullo darkness, my loving old friend. It’s been 50 days, how the heck are y’all?! I’m back again to find comfort in the void and anonymity that is this entire account. 🤣
I slept the day away, Saturday. Not my best move but I went to bed early that morning because I literally was cleaning and arranging my room. I moved my desk twice and my tv stand and for the most part, I like where it is. I just hate that my desk chair is taking up a lot of space. It used to be my work desk chair, then I got another and decided since I have a vanity/desk in my room without a chair, it could be repurposed and moved there. But that was a bad idea. The whole point in replacing it as a work desk chair was that it was uncomfortable lol. So, I gotta figure out a what I want to do. Donate, or trash it. Probably trash it. It will not fit in my car.
Anyway, the whole reason in doing that was because I was making room for a portable air conditioner. I live in an apartment where there’s no central air and heat. Now, I’m a Floridian, this was absolutely insane to realize when I moved out of state. I’ve been in the same apartment since I’ve moved, kinda want to move this year though so we’ll see. But my room doesn’t have an ac unit. It’s only in my living room. It’s cool enough out there but in my room it’s a different story. Spring and summer time, I’ve died every night for the past two years. I’m a hot sleeper and then having no ac and circulation in here makes it hell. I got blackout curtains and a fan, and it helped reduce some heat but I was still hot. Also have a mattress protector and that shit keeps body heat. So yeah, suffer city, population me. Now, just a month or so ago I learned a portable unit was a thing. So I started researching. My window is a vertical sliding one, so I couldn’t fathom there would be a regular window unit that would fit it and I was right. So then portables came into my view and i immediately started researching. I found one I thought would work, read reviews, and eventually after procrastinating made my purchase. Let’s just say, I got a really nice one, not bougie prices but my pockets are crying like a little bitch rn. But after installing it to the best of my abilities, I’m happy to say my room felt like I walked in to a refrigerator. It has been worth the money I’ve spent. Sleeping was great until it cut off because it reached the temperature I set it to, that’s my biggest criticism so far. I need it to be continuous. This isn’t a unit review. I’m just saying that’s how my weekend started. 🤣
Those that read this…..why? Lol, you must be bored. Anyway! I’m up now. Can’t sleep. Thinking about posting a personal again to find someone to bother daily. But I’ll probably state that it’s not for romantic interests, it’s for a regular degular friendship. I’m coming to terms with the fact that I don’t find a lot of men attractive. Not to knock anyone’s looks but I find very few attractive enough to be with intimately. Also, I’m tired of being treated as if I’m not enough to be a full on girlfriend, and just be used for sexual needs. Blame it on myself for allowing anyone to treat me this way and not stopping it. I take full responsibility. Want to make it clear though, I am strictly attracted to men lol, I just find it hard to find one I wanna bang. I’m weird.
I just don’t want to start talking to anyone and they want to see me and then I see them and I’m like oh…..yep. No tingles whatsoever do there, and then have to turn down their attempts to be more. It’s mean af, I know, and I’ve been rejected by someone I fell hard for in a short period of time because they didn’t like how I looked either. I just don’t want any expectations. You want someone to bug daily though? I’m your girl. Just don’t try to get into my virtual panties. Now that I’m thinking about it more, I think I’ll pass on posting for now. The thought is giving me anxiety and I don’t feel like filtering out the pervs. Anyway, I’m hungry, think I’ll grab a bowl of cereal. Be back soon, maybe! Later, you cool cats!

Hey fam. Swapped readings with a woman who works with spirits and they said I need to sort out my bedroom. Said there's an old, negative energy which isn't malign but isn't benign either. Well I have never slept well in my bedroom. Have moved the bed around 3 times, hung up witches bells, bought a new mattress, redecorated etc etc so when she told me this last week, it resonated. Today I'm doing a spring clean of my bedroom, changing the sheets, plan on shooing the old air out, spraying down with my take on Florida water, maybe walk around ringing my altar bell, light a f/ton of candles and meditate. Anything else I should throw into the mix?

"Nothing ever grows here."
This was a sentiment my father expressed often, referring to a particular plot on the east side of our property, murmuring the words bitterly. No matter what crops he planted there, no matter the attention he gave them, they would either wither and die or grow in a sickly, twisted fashion.
When I was young I watched him work the land and brought him food and water as the sun beat down upon us, dreading the day that he often told me would come- the day I was old enough to toil alongside him.
My interests were books, knowledge, the arts. Things they taught at school, and the more interesting topics I could learn about from Thomas, our neighbor who lived a mile down the road from us. Though he was several grades above me, Thomas was always kind, treating me as one would a younger sibling and entertaining my curiosities. It was from him that I found myself immersed in works of fiction and fantasy, things that my father would glance at and grimace.
"These things aren't meant for people like us, Leroy. No, we weren't dealt a hand to indulge ourselves in the luxury of idle pleasures for men who do not work with their hands."
He never said these things with a tone of anger or resentment, but rather in a measured way, meant to let me understand that he would derive no pleasure in keeping me from my interests or from walking to the school in a few short months. No, he said these things regretfully, wearily. He too, had once dreamed of a life away from his family's struggling farm. The only of his three siblings to survive adolescence, he chose to stay and aid my grandfather after my grandmother passed and he began succumbing to the bottle.
While my father never gave in to such vices, seeing him grow stiffer and harder of breath each day, I knew that I soon would assume the role he had once played for his father. And so I clung to my remaining days of freedom with a feverish fervor.
​
"...and it's entirely made of ice?" I asked, insistent and intrusive at Thomas's side.
"No, it's a continent covered by and surrounded by ice…" he replied distractedly, keeping his eyes on his book as we walked, "The, uh, Vikings found it I think… maybe the Spaniards. It's interesting though, no one owns Antarctica… Besides maybe the penguins."
"The Spanish find everything.”
“Mm. The Nazis went there too. My father told me.”
“Does he ever talk about the war?”
Thomas raised an eyebrow but didn’t look up from the page. His father, Sheriff Russell, patrolled Mt.Harmon with an efficiency that could only have been instilled by combat. Nothing ever happened in our sleepy little town, and he often seemed disappointed by this.
“Does yours?” Thomas replied.
“No. Mostly worries about the Russians these days. ”
“You’d think we’d be tired of war by now, wouldn’t you? And yet we continue to find new and horrifying ways to kill one another. Seems if we invent the weapons we’ll invent a reason to point them at someone.”
“Why do we keep making them then?”
“It’s profitable.”
There was a long pause between us. I decided to change the subject.
"What are you reading?"
"Frankenstein, or; The Modern Prometheus. It's by a woman named Mary Shelley. Gruesome throughout, it's about a monster created by a man who becomes a monster himself… You'd like it, I think. You can borrow it when I'm finished."
“How does one become a monster?”
“Inwardly. You’ll see when you read it. Conversely, the monster begins to appear more human.”
I pondered the meaning of what he had said and we neared a bend in the road. Thomas suddenly stopped in his tracks and dropped Frankenstein to his side. He stared straight ahead, eyes squinting at something through thick coniferous branches. I followed his gaze, finding nothing.
"Do you see that?"
"No…" I whispered. I followed his finger until I was able to see the camouflaged Great Horned Owl roosting there. Its sharp eyes were trained on us.
“How bizarre,” Thomas remarked.
“Not really. That’s one of the most common species of owl in this region.”
“It’s not bizarre that it’s here. It’s bizarre that it’s awake in daylight and that there are so many in one place.”
Taken aback, I realized the forest we were staring into was staring right back at us. Dozens of these owls were scattered throughout the trees.
“Incredible… Enjoy this moment, Leroy. We’ll never see anything like this again.”
We lingered for a while, soaking it in. After a silent agreement was reached that we had appreciated them sufficiently we turned away and journeyed on.
​
“You’re getting better with that,” I noted, watching my father adjust the radio’s dial to his favorite station. He often asked me to tune it for him.
“There is a part of me that still dislikes it greatly. Yet I find myself compelled. It doesn’t do us well to be uninformed.”
The broadcast spoke of the weather. The next week was to be warm, uncharacteristically so for this time of year. To this he grunted, “Figures.”
“How does that figure?”
“Maybe it doesn’t. But it gives me something to blame. Might as well be the weather.”
“And what do you blame on the weather?”
“Whatever you want. It’s the perfect scapegoat.”
“I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Let the cat out.”
I journeyed to the porch with the orange creature weaving itself between my feet. It wasn’t our cat, but it was here often enough for us to feel responsible for it. We weren’t sure who it belonged to, if anyone. It scampered out into the night, where a thick fog had settled over the grass. I listened to the chirping of crickets mingle with the muffled chatter of the radio while settling into a creaking rocking chair. The glow from the lamp inside gave off just enough light as I examined the cover before opening Frankenstein, flipping through to see what annotations Thomas had made in his scribbled, slanted way of expressing his thoughts between the printed lines. They always intrigued me as much as the original work. I smiled, returning to the first page.
It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils…
​
“...Well, what did you think of Duck and Cover?”
Thomas was clearly excited to discuss the schoolwide atomic weapon safety protocol video we had been shown that morning. I was less than eager to reply. Practicing the drill had left me feeling ill.
“A desk would never save us from an explosion of that magnitude.”
“Clearly.”
“Why not build a bunker?”
Thomas laughed, “It costs money. Besides, would you want to be trapped in a bunker for years until the radiation decays? I’d rather die, frankly, than become a human sardine.”
“Valid…”
“If the government really wanted to make dealing with the aftermath convenient, they’d have us each dig our own grave beforehand. When the alarms blare we would simply lie down in them, and wait.” Thomas crossed his arms over his chest and mimed falling backwards.
I forced the resemblance of a chuckle out of a throat that had constricted.
“You don’t look well.”
“Why should I?” I turned to him, exasperated, “I don’t have a desk at home. Even the illusion of shelter might be nice.”
Thomas softened his voice, “I’m sorry, I was trying to make light of the absurdity of it all… I try not to mention that you’re leaving school. I force it from my mind so often that it sometimes slips away completely.”
“It’s not just that.”
“Then what?”
“...Doesn’t it bother you? To know that there are decisions being made for us? Ones that we do not get a say in- like who to bomb, or being forced to hide under a desk in the face of certain death?” I could feel my eyes beginning to water.
“...Of course it does.”
“And yet you laugh about it?”
Thomas shrugged, “I try to. Sometimes that’s the only option left.”
​
“What was your reasoning in choosing a Chevrolet over a Ford?”
My father was patching a tire, I was pestering him while he worked in the barn.
“Truth be told, I could give a damn about brands, makes or models. They all drive, they all break down, they all require special attention to certain faulty components… I simply needed a truck, and this is the one I could afford the day I was buying.”
“So you don’t ever find yourself admiring a Ford?”
“Sure. The grass is always greener, as they say...”
“And as you say. That's an idiom you use often.”
“Perhaps. I’m a practicing pragmatist.”
“You consider yourself to be a pragmatist?”
“...Should I surmise from your tone that you disagree?"
“I… didn’t say that.”
“Not in so many words.”
A pair of owls hooted rhythmically from somewhere to the east. He placed the tire back on the hub, giving me a stern look before winking at me as he began tightening the bolts to the rim. His point was made and my tongue was tied. He gave a curt nod at my concession and lowered the jack, running his hands across the repaired tread to make certain that no air was escaping. Once he was satisfied that it had been patched successfully he wiped them on his coveralls and stood up, grunting and groaning as his tired limbs protested just as loudly.
When he spoke again his voice had lost some of the sharpness it typically held, “There was another matter I wished to discuss with you before this task took precedence this evening”
“I’m all ears.”
“Tell that to the mouth you’re always running…” he chuckled softly, his usual gruff timbre still absent from this remark, “Leroy, I’ve decided to hire some help around here.”
I stared at him, sizing up the implication of what he’d said.
“Do you forget who manages your finances?” I asked, incredulous, knowing that we didn’t have a quarter to spare.
“That only adds to my point. You are a child, yet you understand these things as well, or perhaps even better, than I.”
“Indeed, which makes your statement even more foolish.”
The gruffness came back to his voice with his response.
“Not at all. There is hope for you yet. You haven’t made the poor decisions I have and tied yourself to this cursed piece of land… Nothing grows here. And what does is meager…”
“...Meaning that you will need my help to succeed.”
“Nonsense. You will be at school for the spring and the fall, and in the summer you will have chores. But I cannot bear keeping you here with me. I will hire help.”
There was a finality to what he had said. A weight had been simultaneously lifted from my shoulders and placed firmly in the air between us. Impenetrable and inarguable. I found my lips trembling.
“Were you ever happy here?”
My question took him aback. He regarded me for a while before he spoke, his voice once again lowered to a softer cadence and volume.
“...I suppose I was for a time. We told ourselves we would return home to a hero's welcome… To parades and medals and our loved ones. And we did… To all the fanfare and the admiration… For what we had done. Who we had killed. The enemy- young men just like us. Scared, tired, hungry, sick men that we were told to kill with distorted reasoning, manipulation, for fear of being called a coward or a traitor… Through similar methods they were coerced to do the same to us. At the end of the day, we were only ever trying to survive, no matter which uniform we wore.”
He leaned against the frame of the Chevy.
“So I was happy to survive… I was happy to return to my infant, my wife…” he sighed heavily, staring down at the ground, “And then she left us... She was not happy here.”
“We… Couldn’t we have gone with her?”
“No,” he shook his head, “No, it wasn’t like that, Leroy… She was- is- a spirit meant to be free. She would have never been happy with us. Perhaps I was a fool for ever thinking that she could be…”
I had never heard him speak of her this frankly. I could see his eyes sadden as memories of their time together flashed through his mind. I nearly regretted broaching the subject.
“She was- she is- a good woman, in her own way,” he concluded, looking back at me.
“...And you are a great man,” I told him.
He rubbed his face with his sleeve, quickly concealing the mist forming in his eyes from my sight. When he lowered his arm he was once again composed.
“And you are a great son, Leroy.”
​
The next morning Thomas was not waiting on the porch for me on the way to school as usual. Instead I was greeted by Sheriff Russell after I knocked on the screen door. Seeing him dressed in a robe and slippers instead of his uniform was oddly disorienting.
"Good morning, Leroy. I'm afraid Thomas has had a fever through the night. His mother believes it best for him to stay in bed for the day. Just getting over mine," he added, seeming to feel the need to justify his attire.
"Oh, well pass it along to him that I hope he feels better soon."
"I'll do that, I'll do just that..." Russell yawned, coffee mug in hand. The sound of bare feet bounding down the steps came from inside and Thomas appeared, looking pale and tired.
“Young man, you ought to be resting!” Darcy poked her head around the corner to half-heartedly scold him.
“I’ll go back up in a minute, Ma, relax!”
Russell scowled at him.
“Did Pop show you this?” he asked, grabbing something off of the kitchen table and pressing it against the screen for me to see.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"Only if you believe it to be a Geiger counter."
“I figured we ought to have a few at the station in case we… Well, you never know these days,” Russell said grimly, “They’ve been giving off odd readings though.”
“Have they been calibrated?”
“Do you really think I didn’t zero them in?” Thomas answered before his father could speak.
“It’s just a question… Were they stored with packets of desiccant? Have you made certain that the ionization chambers have not rusted? That the welds are intact? They will be useless if any air gets inside.”
Thomas looked toward Russell to reply.
“I… don’t know. Well, Leroy, Thomas always told me you were sharp,” Russell said, seeming to have gone from seeing me as a child to an equal in that moment. Darcy reappeared around the corner.
“Thomas, get back in your room and rest!”
He grimaced at her.
“I’ll be better in a day or two,” he grumbled, “I’ll see you then.”
“Feel better. Good to see you, Sheriff,” I said, turning to depart.
“One moment, Leroy,” he called, and I returned to the porch, “Have you ever been to the library in Augusta?”
“No, sir. I’ve never been to Augusta at all.”
“You don’t say? Well, with as much as the two of you read, it occurs to me that it would be a worthy pilgrimage to make. What do you say we all take a trip down once we’ve recovered? I imagine they have a few books in the capitol library that you could never find in our little town.”
“I… I’d love to, Sheriff,” I murmured, flustered by this act of kindness, “I’ll… I’ll ask my father.”
“Good man. And Leroy, you may call me Russell,” he smiled.
​
This was the night that the monster visited me.
It waited until my sheets were soaked in cold sweat and my teeth chattered uncontrollably to make itself known.
It rose out of the darkness, a form that slowly took shape out of billowing shadow. And then it was before me. Massive. Cadaverous. Its suppurating flesh crudely sewn together in multicolored patches.
But worse was its grin. Something so hideous was not meant to express the joy it conveyed from the cruelty of its intentions. Blackened teeth and bloodshot eyes bore into my very essence as the form of Mary Shelley's literary creation was brought to fruition before me. The scream in my lungs would not release itself. It felt as if a great weight had settled over my throat and ribs.
But no, it was the screaming in my ears that made the tapestry of my nightmare begin to fray.
My eyes shot open and the tethers of sleep paralysis released their grip on my limbs.
There it was once more, shrill and agonized, the sound of something suffering in the throes of its final moments before death.
I was on my feet. My door slammed against the wall. My father's door was already open. As I careened down the hallway I was just able to make out his silhouette, a shotgun in his hands.
"Stay here, Leroy," he barked.
A change had come over him. He was no longer the stiff-limbed, patient father I knew. His posture straightened, his voice was callous. He burst into the night, once more a soldier storming into battle. Even in my panic I could not help being awed by the transformation I had witnessed.
A shot fired…
And another.
Then a complete and deafening silence.
I crept to the door, pushing it open just enough to peer out. An impermeable fog clung to the air, making it impossible to make out anything past the porch.
"F-father?"
My toes were on the top step now, slowly inching their way to the damp grass.
Still. Silent.
"Dad?!"
The owls began hooting and the crickets started up their chatter once more. Altogether, the creatures around seemed to release a breath they had held collectively. Even the fog relinquished its grip on my vision.
I could just make out his slumped form. My feet slapped against the cold earth as I sprinted my way toward him, anticipating the worst.
"Dad, are you okay? Dad!"
Then he was on his feet once more, gripping me by the waist and hoisting me up.
"There is nothing for you to see, Leroy... Nothing at all. Close your eyes, son. Please, close your eyes…"
Despite the desperation and sincerity in his voice my curiosity got the better of me. I squinted through my eyelids, just able to make out the pile of scattered limbs through my lashes. I forced bile back down my throat and clenched my eyes tightly, shocked to find myself wishing to return to the nightmare that had awoke me.

A little background - I live with my husband in the San Francisco Bay Area East Bay. We have been here for over 30 years together and are contemplating moving somewhere else when we retire. We have a good number of friends here but as we age the cons are starting to add up - San Francisco is difficult and dangerous to visit by train, the Castro is a shell of what it once was and it’s just too dam cold all the time. We are looking for somewhere warmer but don’t really like the desert so Palm Springs is out. Seattle and Portland to much rain/cold and crime. My husband is against Florida due to the politics and being Asian he feels he would be discriminated against. So far our best option seems to be Honolulu while keeping a small condo in the Midwest by the lake where we have family during the summers. Anyone got any better ideas?

Premo Broward just released their preliminary plans for upgrading public transportation in Broward. While any improvement is good, I find the proposal...underwhelming. There is barely any rail planned and most changes are just making bus frequency higher on certain roads, it seems to me. Also, West Pines, West Miramar, Weston, Davie, Cooper City, and Parkland are basically ignored. I know these are more affluent areas, but the whole attitude that public transportation is for the less fortunate, rather than being a public good for general use is so ridiculous. Place with high functioning transit systems have transit that is used broadly by ALL classes of people.

Hello Redditors. Michigan resident here. I graduated HS in 2010. I was a gifted kid who never needed to study until I attended college. I started my college journey at University of Toledo for a semester in 2010 and then went over to Wayne County Community College District in MI, finishing with an associates in Fall 2013. Community college was much easier. Later I transferred to Wayne State University majoring in biology in spring 2014. For the next 5 years, I struggled through WSU dealing with depression, narcmom, suicidal ideation and toxic relationships that I started taking adderall to focus. I eventually became sick and even passed out in class before. After failing and retaking so many classes, I finally gave up in Spring of 2019 and dropped out. I was 97% complete and I decided to just start focusing on myself and my career as I did work many jobs while enrolled in school. Since my leave from Wayne, I’ve considered going back to school now that I’m in a better place overall. It has been a burden on my shoulders for years especially trying to advance in my career and not having a bachelors degree. I’ve felt embarrassed being 97% done and couldn’t finish “on time”. Changed my perspective and definitely feeling more positive, motivated and inspired than ever to return. My passion is neuropsychology. I would like to pursue a masters in neuroscience at University of Florida. Before I get there I’m considering a bachelor’s in neuroscience at Arizona State University and to also raise my gpa. I’ve been admitted and will speak to an academic advisor in regards to my transfer credits from WCCCD and WSU. Here is the caveat, After speaking to academic advisor at WSU, I am 4 credits from graduating from Wayne (97% complete). To graduate from Wayne, my major GPA needs to be a 2.0, I would need to retake 3 classes (Ecology, biochem, and special topics) for a bachelors in biology. This will meet both the credits and gpa requirements. Being at an overall GPA 2.19 and major gpa is 1.82. I’ve been thinking about whether if I should pursue entirely another major at ASU instead, such as their neuroscience major. The deal breaker for me is the conveniency of attending school online which ASU offers with the neuroscience program. At WSU I will have to physically go to campus downtown. The commute to the city would be inconvenient for me. I do work full time remotely as well and the timing of the courses throughout the year is also inconvenient. Lastly I plan on moving out of Michigan within a year and I really don’t want WSU to hold me back. I was told by the advisor that there are not any other options to take those remaining classes online. What would make the most sense here? Pursue an undergrad in something that I actually like at ASU, or just settle and finish at WSU just to “have a degree”? I really don’t want to give in to the sunken cost fallacy and just finish at WSU bc of the time and money invested. I feel I would be happier with a fresh start at ASU, I can work on my gpa and don’t mind investing a little bit more time and money to complete my degree. Yes WSU would be the most cost effective but overall quality and reward I feel would come from ASU. I may have issues getting into Grad school with 2.0 at University of Florida. I believe it’s the only university that offers neuroscience, masters program in the country. Lastly, would doing post bacc courses, research or things of that nature increase my chances of getting into the neuroscience program at UF, if I do consider finishing the remaining courses at WSU?

Hello Redditors. Michigan resident here. I graduated HS in 2010. I was a gifted kid who never needed to study until I attended college. I started my college journey at University of Toledo for a semester in 2010 and then went over to Wayne County Community College District in MI, finishing with an associates in Fall 2013. Community college was much easier. Later I transferred to Wayne State University majoring in biology in spring 2014. For the next 5 years, I struggled through WSU dealing with depression, narcmom, suicidal ideation and toxic relationships that I started taking adderall to focus. I eventually became sick and even passed out in class before. After failing and retaking so many classes, I finally gave up in Spring of 2019 and dropped out. I was 97% complete and I decided to just start focusing on myself and my career as I did work many jobs while enrolled in school. Since my leave from Wayne, I’ve considered going back to school now that I’m in a better place overall. It has been a burden on my shoulders for years especially trying to advance in my career and not having a bachelors degree. I’ve felt embarrassed being 97% done and couldn’t finish “on time”. Changed my perspective and definitely feeling more positive, motivated and inspired than ever to return. My passion is neuropsychology. I would like to pursue a masters in neuroscience at University of Florida. Before I get there I’m considering a bachelor’s in neuroscience at Arizona State University and to also raise my gpa. I’ve been admitted and will speak to an academic advisor in regards to my transfer credits from WCCCD and WSU. Here is the caveat, After speaking to academic advisor at WSU, I am 4 credits from graduating from Wayne (97% complete). To graduate from Wayne, my major GPA needs to be a 2.0, I would need to retake 3 classes (Ecology, biochem, and special topics) for a bachelors in biology. This will meet both the credits and gpa requirements. Being at an overall GPA 2.19 and major gpa is 1.82. I’ve been thinking about whether if I should pursue entirely another major at ASU instead, such as their neuroscience major. The deal breaker for me is the conveniency of attending school online which ASU offers with the neuroscience program. At WSU I will have to physically go to campus downtown. The commute to the city would be inconvenient for me. I do work full time remotely as well and the timing of the courses throughout the year is also inconvenient. Lastly I plan on moving out of Michigan within a year and I really don’t want WSU to hold me back. I was told by the advisor that there are not any other options to take those remaining classes online. What would make the most sense here? Pursue an undergrad in something that I actually like at ASU, or just settle and finish at WSU just to “have a degree”? I really don’t want to give in to the sunken cost fallacy and just finish at WSU bc of the time and money invested. I feel I would be happier with a fresh start at ASU, I can work on my gpa and don’t mind investing a little bit more time and money to complete my degree. Yes WSU would be the most cost effective but overall quality and reward I feel would come from ASU. I may have issues getting into Grad school with 2.0 at University of Florida. I believe it’s the only university that offers neuroscience, masters program in the country. Lastly, would doing post bacc courses, research or things of that nature increase my chances of getting into the neuroscience program at UF, if I do consider finishing the remaining courses at WSU?

Hello Redditors. Michigan resident here. I graduated HS in 2010. I was a gifted kid who never needed to study until I attended college. I started my college journey at University of Toledo for a semester in 2010 and then went over to Wayne County Community College District in MI, finishing with an associates in Fall 2013. Community college was much easier. Later I transferred to Wayne State University majoring in biology in spring 2014. For the next 5 years, I struggled through WSU dealing with depression, narcmom, suicidal ideation and toxic relationships that I started taking adderall to focus. I eventually became sick and even passed out in class before. After failing and retaking so many classes, I finally gave up in Spring of 2019 and dropped out. I was 97% complete and I decided to just start focusing on myself and my career as I did work many jobs while enrolled in school.
Since my leave from Wayne, I’ve considered going back to school now that I’m in a better place overall. It has been a burden on my shoulders for years especially trying to advance in my career and not having a bachelors degree. I’ve felt embarrassed being 97% done and couldn’t finish “on time”. Changed my perspective and definitely feeling more positive, motivated and inspired than ever to return. My passion is neuropsychology. I would like to pursue a masters in neuroscience at University of Florida. Before I get there I’m considering a bachelor’s in neuroscience at Arizona State University and to also raise my gpa. I’ve been admitted and will speak to an academic advisor in regards to my transfer credits from WCCCD and WSU.
Here is the caveat, After speaking to academic advisor at WSU, I am 4 credits from graduating from Wayne (97% complete). To graduate from Wayne, my major GPA needs to be a 2.0, I would need to retake 3 classes (Ecology, biochem, and special topics) for a bachelors in biology. This will meet both the credits and gpa requirements. Being at an overall GPA 2.19 and major gpa is 1.82. I’ve been thinking about whether if I should pursue entirely another major at ASU instead, such as their neuroscience major. The deal breaker for me is the conveniency of attending school online which ASU offers with the neuroscience program. At WSU I will have to physically go to campus downtown. The commute to the city would be inconvenient for me. I do work full time remotely as well and the timing of the courses throughout the year is also inconvenient. Lastly I plan on moving out of Michigan within a year and I really don’t want WSU to hold me back. I was told by the advisor that there are not any other options to take those remaining classes online.
What would make the most sense here? Pursue an undergrad in something that I actually like at ASU, or just settle and finish at WSU just to “have a degree”? I really don’t want to give in to the sunken cost fallacy and just finish at WSU bc of the time and money invested. I feel I would be happier with a fresh start at ASU, I can work on my gpa and don’t mind investing a little bit more time and money to complete my degree.
Yes WSU would be the most cost effective but overall quality and reward I feel would come from ASU. I may have issues getting into Grad school with 2.0 at University of Florida. I believe it’s the only university that offers neuroscience, masters program in the country. Lastly, would doing post bacc courses, research or things of that nature increase my chances of getting into the neuroscience program at UF, if I do consider finishing the remaining courses at WSU?

Hello Redditors. Michigan resident here. I graduated HS in 2010. I was a gifted kid who never needed to study until I attended college. I started my college journey at University of Toledo for a semester in 2010 and then went over to Wayne County Community College District in MI, finishing with an associates in Fall 2013. Community college was much easier. Later I transferred to Wayne State University majoring in biology in spring 2014. For the next 5 years, I struggled through WSU dealing with depression, narcmom, suicidal ideation and toxic relationships that I started taking adderall to focus. I eventually became sick and even passed out in class before. After failing and retaking so many classes, I finally gave up in Spring of 2019 and dropped out. I was 97% complete and I decided to just start focusing on myself and my career as I did work many jobs while enrolled in school.
Since my leave from Wayne, I’ve considered going back to school now that I’m in a better place overall. It has been a burden on my shoulders for years especially trying to advance in my career and not having a bachelors degree. I’ve felt embarrassed being 97% done and couldn’t finish “on time”. Changed my perspective and definitely feeling more positive, motivated and inspired than ever to return. My passion is neuropsychology. I would like to pursue a masters in neuroscience at University of Florida. Before I get there I’m considering a bachelor’s in neuroscience at Arizona State University and to also raise my gpa. I’ve been admitted and will speak to an academic advisor in regards to my transfer credits from WCCCD and WSU.
Here is the caveat, After speaking to academic advisor at WSU, I am 4 credits from graduating from Wayne (97% complete). To graduate from Wayne, my major GPA needs to be a 2.0, I would need to retake 3 classes (Ecology, biochem, and special topics) for a bachelors in biology. This will meet both the credits and gpa requirements. Being at an overall GPA 2.19 and major gpa is 1.82. I’ve been thinking about whether if I should pursue entirely another major at ASU instead, such as their neuroscience major. The deal breaker for me is the conveniency of attending school online which ASU offers with the neuroscience program. At WSU I will have to physically go to campus downtown. The commute to the city would be inconvenient for me. I do work full time remotely as well and the timing of the courses throughout the year is also inconvenient. Lastly I plan on moving out of Michigan within a year and I really don’t want WSU to hold me back. I was told by the advisor that there are not any other options to take those remaining classes online.
What would make the most sense here? Pursue an undergrad in something that I actually like at ASU, or just settle and finish at WSU just to “have a degree”? I really don’t want to give in to the sunken cost fallacy and just finish at WSU bc of the time and money invested. I feel I would be happier with a fresh start at ASU, I can work on my gpa and don’t mind investing a little bit more time and money to complete my degree.
Yes WSU would be the most cost effective but overall quality and reward I feel would come from ASU. I may have issues getting into Grad school with 2.0 at University of Florida. I believe it’s the only university that offers neuroscience, masters program in the country. Lastly, would doing post bacc courses, research or things of that nature increase my chances of getting into the neuroscience program at UF, if I do consider finishing the remaining courses at WSU?

Hello Redditors. Michigan resident here. I graduated HS in 2010. I was a gifted kid who never needed to study until I attended college. I started my college journey at University of Toledo for a semester in 2010 and then went over to Wayne County Community College District in MI, finishing with an associates in Fall 2013. Community college was much easier. Later I transferred to Wayne State University majoring in biology in spring 2014. For the next 5 years, I struggled through WSU dealing with depression, narcmom, suicidal ideation and toxic relationships that I started taking adderall to focus. I eventually became sick and even passed out in class before. After failing and retaking so many classes, I finally gave up in Spring of 2019 and dropped out. I was 97% complete and I decided to just start focusing on myself and my career as I did work many jobs while enrolled in school.
Since my leave from Wayne, I’ve considered going back to school now that I’m in a better place overall. It has been a burden on my shoulders for years especially trying to advance in my career and not having a bachelors degree. I’ve felt embarrassed being 97% done and couldn’t finish “on time”. Changed my perspective and definitely feeling more positive, motivated and inspired than ever to return. My passion is neuropsychology. I would like to pursue a masters in neuroscience at University of Florida. Before I get there I’m considering a bachelor’s in neuroscience at Arizona State University and to also raise my gpa. I’ve been admitted and will speak to an academic advisor in regards to my transfer credits from WCCCD and WSU.
Here is the caveat, After speaking to academic advisor at WSU, I am 4 credits from graduating from Wayne (97% complete). To graduate from Wayne, my major GPA needs to be a 2.0, I would need to retake 3 classes (Ecology, biochem, and special topics) for a bachelors in biology. This will meet both the credits and gpa requirements. Being at an overall GPA 2.19 and major gpa is 1.82. I’ve been thinking about whether if I should pursue entirely another major at ASU instead, such as their neuroscience major. The deal breaker for me is the conveniency of attending school online which ASU offers with the neuroscience program. At WSU I will have to physically go to campus downtown. The commute to the city would be inconvenient for me. I do work full time remotely as well and the timing of the courses throughout the year is also inconvenient. Lastly I plan on moving out of Michigan within a year and I really don’t want WSU to hold me back. I was told by the advisor that there are not any other options to take those remaining classes online.
What would make the most sense here? Pursue an undergrad in something that I actually like at ASU, or just settle and finish at WSU just to “have a degree”? I really don’t want to give in to the sunken cost fallacy and just finish at WSU bc of the time and money invested. I feel I would be happier with a fresh start at ASU, I can work on my gpa and don’t mind investing a little bit more time and money to complete my degree.
Yes WSU would be the most cost effective but overall quality and reward I feel would come from ASU. I may have issues getting into Grad school with 2.0 at University of Florida. I believe it’s the only university that offers neuroscience, masters program in the country. Lastly, would doing post bacc courses, research or things of that nature increase my chances of getting into the neuroscience program at UF, if I do consider finishing the remaining courses at WSU?

Hello Redditors. Michigan resident here. I graduated HS in 2010. I was a gifted kid who never needed to study until I attended college. I started my college journey at University of Toledo for a semester in 2010 and then went over to Wayne County Community College District in MI, finishing with an associates in Fall 2013. Community college was much easier. Later I transferred to Wayne State University majoring in biology in spring 2014. For the next 5 years, I struggled through WSU dealing with depression, narcmom, suicidal ideation and toxic relationships that I started taking adderall to focus. I eventually became sick and even passed out in class before. After failing and retaking so many classes, I finally gave up in Spring of 2019 and dropped out. I was 97% complete and I decided to just start focusing on myself and my career as I did work many jobs while enrolled in school. Since my leave from Wayne, I’ve considered going back to school now that I’m in a better place overall. It has been a burden on my shoulders for years especially trying to advance in my career and not having a bachelors degree. I’ve felt embarrassed being 97% done and couldn’t finish “on time”. Changed my perspective and definitely feeling more positive, motivated and inspired than ever to return. My passion is neuropsychology. I would like to pursue a masters in neuroscience at University of Florida. Before I get there I’m considering a bachelor’s in neuroscience at Arizona State University and to also raise my gpa. I’ve been admitted and will speak to an academic advisor in regards to my transfer credits from WCCCD and WSU. Here is the caveat, After speaking to academic advisor at WSU, I am 4 credits from graduating from Wayne (97% complete). To graduate from Wayne, my major GPA needs to be a 2.0, I would need to retake 3 classes (Ecology, biochem, and special topics) for a bachelors in biology. This will meet both the credits and gpa requirements. Being at an overall GPA 2.19 and major gpa is 1.82. I’ve been thinking about whether if I should pursue entirely another major at ASU instead, such as their neuroscience major. The deal breaker for me is the conveniency of attending school online which ASU offers with the neuroscience program. At WSU I will have to physically go to campus downtown. The commute to the city would be inconvenient for me. I do work full time remotely as well and the timing of the courses throughout the year is also inconvenient. Lastly I plan on moving out of Michigan within a year and I really don’t want WSU to hold me back. I was told by the advisor that there are not any other options to take those remaining classes online. What would make the most sense here? Pursue an undergrad in something that I actually like at ASU, or just settle and finish at WSU just to “have a degree”? I really don’t want to give in to the sunken cost fallacy and just finish at WSU bc of the time and money invested. I feel I would be happier with a fresh start at ASU, I can work on my gpa and don’t mind investing a little bit more time and money to complete my degree. Yes WSU would be the most cost effective but overall quality and reward I feel would come from ASU. I may have issues getting into Grad school with 2.0 at University of Florida. I believe it’s the only university that offers neuroscience, masters program in the country. Lastly, would doing post bacc courses, research or things of that nature increase my chances of getting into the neuroscience program at UF, if I do consider finishing the remaining courses at WSU?

A terrifying movie or book or show gets your blood pumping in the moment of consumption, sure—we covered our eyes in Squid Game with the rest of the world. But for the most part, you rest easy afterward knowing that what you've witnessed is fiction, deliberately spun up to creep you out. When the real world gets eerier than anything Stephen King could dream up, that's when you have every right to get a little scared of the dark.
Once in a while, a story of a dreadful disappearance, demonic possession, or devil worship will land in the local paper instead of a pulpy old paperback. We've rounded up the most unnerving real-life tales below. In honor of spooky season, here are eleven we can't stop thinking about.

The Axe Murder House

The Villisca Axe Murder House in Villisca, Iowa is a well-known tourist attraction for ghost hunters and horror lovers alike. The site of a gruesome unsolved 1912 murder, in which six children and two adults had their skulls completely crushed by the axe of an unknown perpetrator, was purchased in 1994, restored to its 1912 condition, and converted into a tourist destination. It costs $428 a night to stay at the old haunted home, where visitors always report strange paranormal experiences, such as visions of a man with an axe roaming the halls or the faint screams of children.
But in November of 2014, the haunting took a darker turn. Robert Steven Laursen Jr., 37, of Rhinelander, Wisconsin was on a regular recreational paranormal visit with friends when true horror struck. Per VICE:

His companions found him stabbed in the chest—an apparently self-inflicted wound—called 9-1-1, and Laursen was brought to a nearby hospital before being helicoptered to Creighton University Medical Center in Omaha.

The Montgomery County Sheriff’s Office said Laursen suffered the self-inflicted injury at about 12:45 a.m., which is around the same time the 1912 axe murders in the house began.
Laursen recovered from his injuries, but has never spoken publicly about what occurred that day. For Martha Linn, the owner of the home, the incident was very upsetting. "It's publicity, but it's not exactly the kind of publicity you desire to have. I don't want people thinking that when they come to the Villisca Axe Murder House something's going to happen that's going to make them do something like that.” The house remains open for tourist visits and overnight stays today.
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The Haunted Doll

When you think of haunted dolls, it’s likely the creepy old Victorian-looking porcelain kind that springs to mind. None of which you probably have laying around. Still, don’t get too comfortable around any kids toys too soon, though: a Disney’s Frozen Elsa doll that was gifted for Christmas 2013 in the Houston area made headlines earlier this year when it seemingly became haunted.
Per KPRC2 Houston News:

The doll recited phrases from the movie Frozen and sang “Let It Go” when a button on its necklace was pressed.
“For two years it did that in English,” mother Emily Madonia said. “In 2015, it started doing it alternating between Spanish and English. There wasn’t a button that changed these, it was just random."
The family has owned the doll for more than six years and never changed its batteries. The mother says the doll would randomly begin to speak and sing even with its switch turned off.

The family decided to throw the creepy doll out in December of 2019. Weeks later, they found it inside a bench in their living room. “The kids insisted they didn’t put it there, and I believed them because they wouldn’t have dug through the garbage outside,” Madonia told KPRC2 Houston News.

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At that point, Elsa ceased to sing the English rendition of “Let It Go” altogether, speaking only Spanish when pressed. The family then double-bagged the bizarre doll and placed it at the bottom of their garbage which was taken out on garbage day. They went on a trip shortly after, but when they returned, Elsa too had come back, and was waiting in the backyard of their home.
This time, the family mailed Elsa to a family friend in Minnesota, who taped the haunted doll to the front bumper of his truck. It doesn’t seem to have made its way back to Houston yet, as per Madonia’s latest February Facebook update on the creepy doll.

A Deadly Exorcism

In August 2016 in North London, 26-year-old Kennedy Ife began acting strange and aggressive following a pain in his throat. He reportedly bit his father, threatened to cut off his own penis, and complained of a python or snake inside of him before his family restrained him to a bed with cable ties and excessive force.
As the BBC reported:

“The family then set about attempting to ‘cure’ Kennedy through restraint and prayer over the next three days, the court was told.”

His brother, Colin Ife, told police:

“It’s clear that thing was in him, what we believed was a demon because it was not natural. It was clearly trying to kill him,” he said.
“We had to restrain him for himself. It was clear if we didn’t restrain him, he could have tried to harm people in our family.”

Kennedy Ife had been bound to his bed for three days without medical attention when his brother called emergency services, explaining that Kennedy Ife was complaining of dehydration. He appeared to have developed breathing issues, and was pronounced dead at 10:17 a.m.
As The Independent reported:

While police were at the house Colin Ife allegedly carried out an “attempted resurrection” by chanting and praying for Mr. Ife.

All seven of Kennedy Ife’s family members were accused of manslaughter, false imprisonment, and causing or allowing the death of a vulnerable adult. A post-mortem examination revealed over 60 wounds including a possible bite on Kennedy Ife’s body, and his father, Kenneth Ife, along with four of his brothers, sustained injuries as well.
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The BBC reported:

Kenneth Ife told jurors he ordered his sons to take shifts and use "overwhelming force" but denied that an "association with cults, occults and secret societies" played any part in the death.

After a four day jury deliberation, all seven family members were cleared of charges on March 14, 2019.
📷Witches prepare themselves for a journey by broomstick to the Black Mountain, circa 1650. From a 17th century Dutch copperplate by Adrianus Hubertus.Hulton Archive

Dead Animals in the Walls

When the Bretzuis family decided to insulate their home in Auburn, Pennsylvania in 2015, they discovered that it had already been—with scores of dead animal carcasses.
As Fox reported:

The dead animals were wrapped in newspapers from the 1930s and 40s and were among half-used spices, and other items.
After removing the items they sent hundreds of artifacts and carcasses to an expert in Kutztown.

The expert attributed the rotting animals in their walls to Pow-wow or Dutch magic, a ritual originating in the culture of the Pennsylvania Dutch to treat ailments and gain physical and spiritual protection. The Pennsylvania Dutch were a group of German-speaking settlers to Pennsylvania in the 1600 and 1700’s, and are often of Lutheran, Mennonite, or Amish faiths.
The Washington Post notes on the magic:

Many of the spells deal with the care of livestock, finding water, or the treatment of minor ailments, reflecting the conditions and concerns of early American settlers.
But powwow also has within it a tradition of darker spells, and even of such things as conjuring demons.

One notable ritual in their tradition is this hex to create loyalty in a dog:

To attach a dog to a person, provided nothing else was used before to effect it: Try to draw some of your blood, and let the dog eat it along with his food, and he will stay with you.

The mold found on the rotting carcasses in the Bretzuis home has caused illness among the family members, and they say that the odor hasn’t gone away.
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Florida Devil Worshipping

Friends noticed that Danielle Harkins, a 35-year-old schoolteacher near St. Petersburg, Florida, started acting strangely in June of 2012, developing an interest in demonic rituals.
Soon after, she was arrested for abuse of seven of her former students, as the Tampa Bay Times reported:

Danielle Harkins told the kids they needed to rid their bodies of demons as the group gathered before dusk Saturday around a small fire near the St. Petersburg Pier. They should cut their skin to let the evil spirits out, police said she told the children. Then, they needed to burn the wounds to ensure that those spirits would not return.
When Harkins held a lighter to one teen's hand, wind blew the flame out, police said. That prompted her to douse his hand in perfume before setting it on fire. The boy suffered second-degree burns, police said.
Another teen was cut on the neck with a broken bottle, police said. Harkins used a flame to heat a small key, which she then used to cauterize the wound.

The police were notified because a friend of one of the students who participated in the ritual raised alarms. However none of the students themselves told their parents about the event or would comment following the arrest of Harkins for aggravated battery and child abuse.
NBC reported:

Investigators said they've spoken to Harkins, but she didn't spell out what type of religion would require such drastic measures.
"She hasn't informed us exactly what she was trying to accomplish with this," Puetz [of the St. Petersburg Police Department] said.

The Death of Elisa Lam

Elisa Lam was last seen on January 31, 2013 in the lobby of the Cecil Hotel in downtown Los Angeles. She was vacationing through the West Coast, documenting the trip on her blog, and checking in with her parents every day. On January 31 those calls stopped. Lam had vanished. Soon the police were involved and her parents arrived to help with the search.
They had nothing. That February, LAPD released elevator surveillance footage of Lam before her disappearance. The footage shows Lam behaving strangely in the elevator, appearing to talk with invisible people, peering around the corner of the door, crouching in the corner, and opening and closing the door. But what exactly is going on in this video raises more questions than answers. Theories range from psychotic episodes, to demonic possession, to unknown assailants just out of the camera's view:
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Around that time, hotel guests started reported weird things happening with the Cecil Hotel water supply. As CNN reports:
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"The shower was awful," said Sabina Baugh, who spent eight days there during the investigation. "When you turned the tap on, the water was coming black first for two seconds and then it was going back to normal."The tap water "tasted horrible," Baugh said. "It had a very funny, sweety, disgusting taste. It's a very strange taste. I can barely describe it."But for a week, they never complained. "We never thought anything of it," she said. "We thought it was just the way it was here."

On the morning of February 19, a hotel employee climbed to the roof and used a ladder to investigate the hotel's water storage tanks. That's where authorities found the decomposing, naked body of Lam, whose personal items were found nearby. After an autopsy, her death was labeled accidental. NBC Los Angeles reported at the time about the strange circumstances in the hotel's past:

The tank has a metal latch that can be opened, but authorities said access to the roof is secured with an alarm and lock.The single-room-occupancy hotel has an unusual history. "Night Stalker" Richard Ramirez, who was found guilty of 14 slayings in the 1980s, lived on the 14th floor for several months in 1985. And international serial killer Jack Unterweger is suspected of murdering three prostitutes during the time he lived there in 1991. He killed himself in jail in 1994.In 1962, a female occupant jumped out of one the hotel's windows, killing herself and a pedestrian on whom she landed.

In February 2021, a Netflix doc called Crime Scene: The Vanishing at the Cecil Hotel explored Elisa's tragic case and the history of the "cursed" Cecil Hotel.

An Exorcism in Indianapolis

Last year, the Indianapolis Star published a lengthy report on a family terrorized by three children allegedly possessed by demons. The account of Latoya Ammons and her family tells disturbing stories of children climbing up the walls, getting thrown across rooms, and children threatening doctors in deep unnatural voices. It would seem like something straight out of a movie–a work of fantasy, except all of these accounts were more or less corroborated with "nearly 800 pages of official records obtained by the Indianapolis Star and recounted in more than a dozen interviews with police, DCS personnel, psychologists, family members and a Catholic priest."
One of the more chilling sections of the report includes a segment about the possessed 9-year-old:

According to Washington's original DCS report—an account corroborated by Walker, the nurse—the 9-year-old had a "weird grin" and walked backward up a wall to the ceiling. He then flipped over Campbell, landing on his feet. He never let go of his grandmother's hand.

Another segment of the piece reads:

The 12-year-old would later tell mental health professionals that she sometimes felt as if she were being choked and held down so she couldn't speak or move. She said she heard a voice say she'd never see her family again and wouldn't live another 20 minutes.

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Utah Murder-Suicide

In September of 2014, a Utah teen returned to his home to find his parents and three siblings dead. "In a notebook, a 'to-do list' had been scribbled on the pages ... The list looked as if the parents were readying to go on vacation—items such as 'feed the pets' and 'find someone to watch after the house' were written," The Salt Lake Tribune reported. It appeared to be murder-suicide, but there was no suicide note, no prior indication that they would do this, no explanation. Police could not figure out why two parents would kill themselves and three of their four children.
For a year, no one knew exactly what happened to the family, or what would drive the parents to do something so unthinkable. In January, police released more chilling details in the case. According to accounts from family members and an investigation by police, the parents were driven by a belief that the apocalypse was coming and an obsession with a convicted killer. As the Washington Post reported:

Friends and family told police that the parents were worried about the "evil in the world" and wanted to escape a "pending apocalypse." But most assumed they just wanted to move somewhere "off the grid." Investigators also found letters written by Kristi Strack to one of the state's most infamous convicted killers, Dan Lafferty, who was convicted in the 1984 fatal stabbing of his sister-in-law and her 1-year-old daughter. According to trial testimony, he killed the victims at the order of his brother, Ron Lafferty, who claimed to have had a revelation from God. The story became a book called "Under the Banner of Heaven."Police said Kristi Strack became friends with Dan Lafferty, and she and her husband even visited him in prison.

The Phone Stalker

In 2007, ABC news documented a series of cell phone calls to families with terrifyingly specific death threats. The unidentified callers knew exactly what families were doing and what they were wearing.

The families say the calls come in at all hours of the night, threatening to kill their children, their pets and grandparents. Voice mails arrive, playing recordings of their private conversations, including one with a local police detective.The caller knows, the families said, what they're wearing and what they're doing. And after months of investigating, police seem powerless to stop them.

This went on with the Kuykenall family for months, who reported a caller with a scratchy voice threatening to slit their throats.

When the Fircrest, Wash., police tried to find the culprit, the calls were traced back to the Kuykendalls' own phones -- even when they were turned off.It got worse. The Kuykendalls and two other Fircrest families told ABC News that they believe the callers are using their cell phones to spy on them. They say the hackers know their every move: where they are, what they're doing and what they're wearing. The callers have recorded private conversations, the families and police said, including a meeting with a local detective.

"The Watcher"

After moving into their $1.3 million dream home, a New Jersey family started receiving creepy death threats from someone who identified themselves as "The Watcher." As CBS News reported earlier this year:
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Since moving in, the owners said they have received numerous letters from the mysterious person. "The Watcher" claimed the home "has been the subject of my family for decades," and "I have been put in charge of watching and waiting for its second coming," Castro reported.The new owners have several children, and other letters asked, "Have they found out what's in the walls yet?" and "I am pleased to know your names now, and the name of the young blood you have brought to me."

The family was forced to flee from their home and later filed a lawsuit against the previous owners.

Issei the Cannibal

In 1974, 24-year-old Wako University student Issei Sagawa allegedly followed a German woman to her home in Tokyo, Japan, broke into her apartment while she was sleeping, and attempted to cut a piece of flesh off her body to consume. When she awoke, she reportedly fought him and he was later captured by the police. According to a 2012 Vice documentary that covered Issei's bizarre story, he was mistakenly charged with attempted rape and his wealthy father paid the victim a settlement outside of court to have the charges dropped.
Seven years later, in 1981, he allegedly committed a murder in France—shooting and eating a fellow University student, Renée Hartevelt. Issei creepily documented the entire experience with photographs and he was captured by authorities once again while attempting to dump the rest of her body in the Bois de Boulogne lake. He was deported back to Japan and committed to a mental institution. For reason unknown, his psychologists in Japan declared that he was sane. Furthermore, a legal technicality involving the French government refusing to turn over the documents from his case meant that his murder charges were dropped completely. He checked himself out of the mental hospital and has reportedly been walking the streets as a free man ever since. Issei has even become a controversial celebrity, writing over 20 books. According to Japan Today, he most recently fantasized about an unnamed TV actress, saying:
"I'll catch a glimpse of her thigh and think, 'That sure looks tasty.' But I don't feel like I actually want to eat it. As I accomplished the act of cannibalism once, there's no meaning to maintaining the desire for it anymore. In my book, I wrote that it [human flesh] was tasty, but that was not really true; I'd much rather eat Matsuzaka (Kobe) beef. But because I'd desired to consume human flesh for so long, I'd managed to convince myself that it would necessarily be delicious."
Issei Sagawa was also referenced in the Rolling Stones song "Too Much Blood," with the lyrics reading: "And when he ate her he took her bones/To the Bois de Boulogne." He is currently 73 years old and continues to live in Kawaski City, Japan. To this day, no one knows why France did not allow Japan to give him a trial.
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Overwatch League 2023 - Spring Stage Qualifiers

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