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The New Order III Rise and Fall

2023.05.28 03:58 3isbob The New Order III Rise and Fall

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2023.05.26 05:40 3isbob The New Order I Prologue

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2023.05.25 18:40 My_Munchausen_Mom My mother took the life of her husband

After I (35) confronted my mother (55) about her abuse of me, I went no contact with her. Shortly after, her husband died under suspicious circumstances.
Her husband was a little over 20 years older than her and had dementia and alzheimer's. I had talked her into getting a home health nurse several times to help provide care because it was very obvious that she was not. She inevitability came up with reasons to fire each one and she made a big deal out of it every time. Without the care he needed, her husband continued to deteriorate and I wound up reporting for elder abuse, but nothing ever came of it. I really, really regret not pushing harder.
I had a sit-down with her a couple of years ago to talk about all the medical abuse she put me through as a child and an adult and confronted her about munchausen and munchausen by proxy. It went about as well as one would expect and she became super dodgy and passive aggressive with me after that, but maintained communication. However, it got to a point where I no longer found the relationship worth maintaining and went no-contact. After that, things escalated extremely quickly and very severely with her committing several state and federal crimes in attempt to get back at me for cutting contact with her. I have since moved (no one knows my address), do not own a phone, and have no contact with any members of either side of my family.
During the time she was escalating her lashing out and while I was moving, her husband died, and I know that she killed him. He had one of the most storied lives that I'd ever heard and his obituary is two sentence long. This is it, in it's entirety, with identifiers changed: "John Doe, age, passed away on Day, Month Date, Year. He was born on Month Date, Year, to Jack and Jill Smith in City, STATE. John is survived by his wife My Mom." He was cremated, which was against his wishes, and there was no funeral service or memorial. There are also things like how he had money set aside for donations that didn't get donated but that's not the point.
The last time I saw my mom's husband, I was at her house. He was wearing clothes that were extremely dirty and way too big on him due to weight loss. His hair and beard were unkempt where he used to always shave and get haircuts. It was also very clear that he hadn't been bathed in a very long time like on the scale of months. My mom and her roommate were constantly getting on to him for his pants falling down (talking about how they didn't want to see his body and how gross it was) or dropping cigarette ash/food crumbs on himself and making too much noise. It's like they were watching him just to catch him doing something they didn't like so they could scold him about it. I noticed that he didn't speak at all while I was there beyond a mumbled greeting when I came in. At one point I went to the bathroom and there was poop all over the toilet and sink and around that whole general area. I went to grab cleaning supplies hoping my mom wouldn't notice but she did. She all but physically rubbed his face in it like a shitty dog owner trying to housebreak a puppy. She was angrily chiding and shaming him like he did it on purpose to make her life even harder taking care of him. I left and went to the nearest health and senior services center and again reported what happened and what I saw and made several follow up calls, but I don't know if they ever even did anything.
On the outside, she presented herself as loving her husband and that she was a warrior sticking by the side of and taking on the care of someone with dementia and alzheimer's. Her whole thing was that she wasn't going to be like other people that put their loved ones in care facilities when things get tough. She's better than that.
I don't know if she did some of the same things to him as she did to me like the poisoning and inducing illness, but it's beyond clear that she neglected and berated him and got pleasure from seeing him deteriorate. I'm not entirely sure what happened with the exact circumstances of his death, but he was so frail from the abuse at that point that I assume either her or her and her roommate went too far with some sort of torture while they were all keyed up from doing shit to me that she/they wound up killing him either accidentally or intentionally. I didn't witness the act, but I know that she killed him.
One of the details that's always stuck out to me as strange is that, months after his death, my partner got a text from my mom telling them to pass on the message 'I thought you should know that "John" died'. No further information, no details, just 'my husband died'.
This has been weighing on me because I could have done more to stop it. I knew she was abusing her husband and I didn't get him out of there. I'm not saying this so someone can give me a hug and tell me I tried, I say it because I genuinely don't know why I didn't do more. I don't like the psychological implications there. I'm terrified of becoming something like her. My mom killed her husband, but I feel like I let it happen. I feel an immense amount of guilt but I also recognize that my mother is a monster and is the one that perpetrated these acts. It's a lot of complicated feelings and they're all bad. I almost feel ashamed of how much I let the trauma I carry from a life lived with her control me, because she at least never successfully killed me. I don't know. I don't know what to do with this.
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2023.05.25 17:48 nksdabomb I made a timeline of events based off of podcasts & WWHL/VPR details.

Please feel free to correct me if any details are wrong. I literally whipped this up at work this morning. Also worth noting, some info was featured on the "extra footage" episode of the reunion on Peacock, the Call Her Daddy podcast Ariana was on, WWHL and VPR episodes. And lastly, anytime "Tom" is used, assume I'm talking about Sandoval.
Edit: watching again for the 3rd time and added a couple dates I missed and made a couple corrections.
Dec 2021 - James and Raquel call off their engagement.
Beginning of 2022 - Tom tells Andy during 1:1 this is around the time he starts having feelings for Raquel. 🧐 🤨
Mid April (at Coachella) – Allegedly, Tom tells Raquel that he and Ariana are in an open relationship. Raquel tells others, and it gets back to Scheana, who tells us this at the reunion. Rumors start swirling that Raquel and “Tom” were seen kissing at Coachella. It’s assumed to be Schwartz, but little did we know. 😠
Sometime in July – Schwartz tells us at the reunion Tom confided to him that he and Ariana are having problems. He's setting the narrative.
Aug 2 – Ariana’s Dog Charlotte passes away :(
Aug 3 – Guys night at the Mondrian hotel. Raquel and Charlie show up after leaving the girls trip.
Aug 4 – Schwartz tells us at the reunion that Tom told him he confided into Raquel about his relationship problems with Ariana and they had an "intimate moment”.
Aug 9 - After filming wrapped at “C-U-N-Tuesday” a bunch went to the Abby and that’s the night they had sex. Tom tells Andy this during his 1:1.
Aug 13 - Tom and Ariana host a pool party where Tom defends Raquel against Lala
Aug 23 – Scheana’s wedding in Mexico (Schwartz and Raquel kissed) Tom caught in footage smacking Raquel’s ass. There are rumors Tom and Raquel were seen making out in the hotel.
Aug 31 – Schwartz tells us at the reunion that’s when he finds out about the “one night stand” between Tom and Raquel. Says Tom blamed alcohol and it absolutely won’t happen again.
Sept 2 – Lala’s birthday – Katie tells Tom that Ally saw him and Raquel at the Abby “enjoying” each other.
Sept 5 – Ariana’s Grandmother dies (according to the obituary)
Sept 5 – Labor Day cook out in LA, Raquel is also in attendance. Tom says he “couldn’t get a Lyft” back home to Ariana while others confirmed Lyfts and Ubers were in and out of there all day long.
Sept 12 – Raquel’s B-day, she buys the Lightning Bolt necklace for herself around this time. Also Glamping trip. This is also when Schwartz confirmed at the reunion he was including Tom when he mentioned Raquel having a type of going after men that are taken.
Sept 16-18 Life is Beautiful festival in Las Vegas – Pictures shown of Raquel on Tom’s shoulders. Tom tells Andy at the reunion this is when the affair “amped up”. (Ariana was in attendance.)
Sept 19 - Raquel’s Instagram post from life is beautiful featuring her wearing the lightning bolt necklace. Captioned “It’s giving Harley Quinn falls in love with the joker vibes ⚡️”
Sept 24 – Ariana’s Grandmoms funeral. Ariana flies to Florida twice this month to be with family. Unclear what those dates were.
Sept - While Ariana is home in FL, Ken Todd drops the mother of all gossip bombs. “I can’t believe, that Tom Zandaville had Raquel, over, when Ariana’s away, in the ju… jacuzzi as well. AND SHE STAYED ALL NIGHT, YEAH?!”
Sept sometime - Tom tells show runner in unaired footage that he feels guilty he’s not sharing his issues on the show and thought it was unfair to the rest of the cast. Again, laying the groundwork.
Oct 14-16 Bravocon – Raquel shows up in TomTom hoodie. Schwartz tells Katie that Raquel isn’t there for him. 👀
Oct 31 – Tom dresses up as Raquel for Halloween
December – Tom takes Raquel home to STL for Christmas.
January - Scheana says she has a convo with Ariana and she said she and Tom are in a good place. Communication and intimacy were good.
January 2023 – Big Bear trip with Schwartz, Jo, Tom, and Raquel – Ariana was not invited. Schwartz claimed he did not know about the affair at this time.
“Mid/late Jan” – Tom tells us at the reunion that’s when he told Schwartz about the affair. Neither can get their stories straight however.
Feb 8 – Both Toms on WWHL. Schwartz is extremely nervous. Tom acts very composed and laid back. (Meanwhile, Raquel is in their hotel room based on info Ariana shared on the CHD podcast)
Feb 14 – Valentine’s Day, Ariana and Tom go to V-day dinner, Tom gifts her flowers. Fight all night about their relationship. (Details provided by Ariana on CHD podcast)
Feb 28- Tom records him and Raquel fapping to each other on Facetime at Schwartz’s apartment.
Mar 1 – Scheana & Raquel are guests on WWHL. Raquel calls Sandoval the “hotter Tom”. Ariana finds out about affair by looking in Tom’s phone in a bathroom stall at Tom Tom restaurant.
Mar 2 – Affair made public by TMZ.
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2023.05.25 09:13 ironhorse1833 What is this appointment?

What is this appointment?
Is it a c&p? It was just sent to my email. I don’t really know what’s going on anymore. Been up and down with my back and neck.
Degenerative disc disease is their saying. Unless this is an mri appointment. The NP said something about getting scheduled for one.
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2023.05.25 03:03 dlschindler The Witch Cat Of 13B

Alone at college, I was unprepared to live alone - with loneliness. It was the thought of arriving in my apartment and walking through that silence to turn on lights and put something on tv - that depressed me. Some instinct to obtain a companion made me turn into the animal shelter. I adopted Miss Marvel, a rescued black cat.
Strange and unusual feelings were the first thing I noticed. I'd never had a pet before - so I attributed my sensation to her presence. There was one thought that I should have accepted. I did notice right away that Miss Marvel had two different personalities. Sometimes she was my friend, taking treats and letting me pet her and sleeping next to me. Other times she was like a pair of eyes in the shadows - watching me and making me feel menaced and hunted.
She had known her way around the apartment from the first moment I had opened her carrier. She went to a spot in the kitchen that was perfect for where I would put her food and water. If I squinted I could almost see where someone had kept two bowls on the floor, slightly cleaner where the floor was covered. The exact same spot.
I tried to meet her in her shadow realm but she made warning noises and even swatted at me, drawing a drop of blood. When I had rinsed it I heard her licking where the drop had spilled. I shuddered, wondering again if I had two different cats.
Other than that: I found her companionship to be the best that I could have. She was a lovely cat, purring and playful and responsive to my call. I didn't suspect her of the darkness that began to manifest in my home. Not her, yet it was all from her. I knew somehow that it was not right, my cat wasn't responsible.
My homework was shredded, things got broken and my plants wilted. The smell of ammonia became overwhelming and I'd have to leave my windows open. The swarm of flying insects swirling in my living room must have come in through the open window. It's how they went back out: all-at-once.
Then my own behavior began to change. I found myself waking up in strange places and missing time. I worried I might be losing my mind, until I noticed there was a pattern to my activities. Every time I slipped away I always came back with Miss Marvel sitting near me and staring intensely. She would hiss and run off when the spell wore off and I would think to myself:
"Is she somehow controlling me?"
After this had occurred a number of times I felt her power growing stronger. Miss Marvel would become the witch cat and mesmerize me and control me like a puppet. I filmed it with my webcam, but the recording wouldn't open. I took it to a college friend who worked in the campus IT and they said the file couldn't be repaired, because it wasn't broken. It had filmed just one frame and the software had interpreted it as a non-video file. They showed it to me, just one image of a weird star made out of triangles with a peculiar questionmark-like symbol emblazoned over it.
My investigations took me to the animal shelter. I determined that my cat was using witchcraft - entirely by my own instinct. I've always believed in witchcraft, found myself attracted to witches and living a charmed life. My involvement with Miss Marvel seemed to be part of my lifestory already. That didn't mean I wasn't frightened.
Knowing I was dealing with witchcraft of some insidious alignment made me afraid. I felt powerless to deal with her and I knew I couldn't escape. I felt drawn to my home, despite the horror I felt at opening that door.
The shelter had, after I convinced them, told me the address where Miss Marvel had come from. She'd belonged to on old woman who had lived alone and died mysteriously. The address was my own. Miss Marvel had lived in my apartment before.
I called my brother and convinced him to look into the police report. He told me he'd have to get back to me with it. When he came over he apologized for not coming over earlier, like when I had started college. Or at any point since.
"You're here now. That's what I need." I told him.
He stopped apologizing for neglecting me and told me what the police report had contained.
"It started as a wellness check that went into a possible homicide. Later it was ruled as a possible suicide and finally as a natural death of unknown cause."
"What does that even mean?" I felt the eyes of Miss Marvel, watching - her ears, listening. I looked around and saw her nowhere.
"The lady who lived here - she had died of fear. Screamed until her lungs boiled and collapsed and hit her head. It looked bad, but she got scared of something and then died. That's what happened." He explained.
After my brother was gone, I reflected that his career had made him so calloused. I remembered him different growing up. Miss Marvel found me sitting and thinking and she was my cat, so she came to me and loved on me.
The next morning, I was sipping tea, when I remembered a spell someone had shown me. It was a gesture and some magic words, a cheap charm, that would reveal the hidden nature of someone or something.
How did it go?
I spoke the rhyme and focused my intention on the syntax, while looking at my cat through the corner of my eye, between the 'window' of my pinky and pointer finger - while my other two fingertips were holding my thumb. Nothing happened. I didn't give up, because I know that magic rarely works without increasing one's efforts. I'd never cast a spell before, but I knew this from what I was told. I tried the charm again and again. Early in the evening, while she was eating and the sun was setting, my spell worked.
I could see the witch standing beside my cat, the horrible open mouth looking both dead and violent at the same time. She could see me too, knew that I knew. The eyes of the creature burned with hatred, my reflection a pyre light. I put my hand down and looked away. When I looked back I felt a cold shiver, fear in my spine, knowing she was standing there unseen.
My cat stopped eating suddenly and turned and faced me, staring with far more intensity than my cat. I knew it was the witch and not her. I knew it was up to me to figure out what to do. My only problem was that I was too afraid.
I had nightmares from that night on. I'd sometimes wake up somewhere else in my home, turning butter into ashes on my stove. I would be drawing symbols on the floor in ash. I was trying to do something when she had control over me. I kept breaking free of her control before she could make any progress. At the same time - every time she got ahold of me she seemed to hold me longer and do more. She was getting stronger and I was getting weaker.
I had to know what the old witch was trying to do. There was nothing else that I could do to free myself and Miss Marvel from her power. Moving or getting rid of the cat seemed impossible. Perhaps I could have tried one of those things, but the weight of such ideas felt like I was falling to even consider those options.
Instead, I did my homework. I found out who she was, a rotary and well-known occult bookstore owner. Her obituary mentioned that there was a guest registry at her funeral. At the local library I was able to find out who held the registry. I called on them and they allowed me to look at it. They even told me that most of the guests were members of her coven, a large group of witches that had practiced together.
"I just want to know about her life. All I know is about her death. It isn't how she should be remembered?" Were my exact words to them. They were convinced I should be loaned her diary. Nobody had taken the time to read it, but it was kept with the spellbook and the registry. Of her spellbook I was given no permissions.
I sat there and read her diary and discovered she had her own agenda within the coven. Some sort of personal spirit guide of her's was to manifest for her. When I described the creature to them, they told me I had misunderstood.
"Maroni is an ancient and powerful demon that grants eternal life. There is a bargain though, the use of a body for the demon, in such a consortment. No witch would fall prey to such a well-known scam."
Yet she had made a deal with it and learned of a dangerous spell to summon Maroni. It involved writing with ash and speaking the contract in the demon's own language. I guessed that the witch had tried and met the demon and died of terror.
Somehow, she could inhabit her cat and channel her magic through Miss Marvel to control me. She was trying to complete the spell, probably so she could become alive and immortal. I felt pale and cold with fear as I realized I was her choice of bodies to live in.
Every night my dreams showed me the ritual in different times and places. Different people, religions, civilizations had all come and gone. Each had danced with the demon upon the ashes of its summoning. All of them had tried to bargain with it. Always the demon won, always it got what it wanted and gave nothing in return.
I was falling asleep in lectures and having visions or sightings of the tormented souls trapped by the demon's spell. Shamans and druids, priestesses and warlocks, all as ghosts in their ritual garb, dead for whole chapters of history and trapped in our world, unseen. I felt sick, my body trying to reject the infection in my spirit.
As I deteriorated there became less and less of a distinction between her control and mine. I felt myself slipping into the embrace of her power, somehow relieved to stop struggling and just give up. My fear became a constant anxiety, knowing what was happening and helpless to stop it.
"Now you will perform the ritual." The voice of the witch spoke to me from Miss Marvel, contorted and barely human-sounding.
I gathered what little of my willpower was left. I thought about the good times with Miss Marvel, when she was my cat. I wanted to break free, to somehow throw off the weight that was crushing me. I needed to begin, whenever I start something - I finish it.
"No." I said weakly. Then I felt my voice, felt my willpower backing me up, motivating me to resist. I added: "No - I said. I won't do it."
"You will. You have no choice." The witch promised.
I began to move, despite my resistance. I was under her control and aware of it. I felt her power over me slip even further. In a moment I regained control and swept the symbols of ash on the floor, ruining the summoning.
"You insolent dog!" The witch exclaimed. "I've used it all up! Damn you!"
And with that she was coughed out of Miss Marvel like some kind of hellspawned hairball. I stared at the lumpy and bubbling ectoplasma and felt a nauseating revulsion and the last of the terrified feelings I had lived with for so long.
My cat lifted the stringy dead thing and brought it to me and dropped it at my feet. She meowed with expectation and I lifted her and took her with me while she purred. I was very tired and fell asleep right away.
Of Miss Marvel I can only say we are happy together. Whatever got into her was long gone, having slithered up the wall and down the drain, leaving a trail of slime. I cleaned it up and relaxed.
Together, at college, I live happily with my marvelous cat, Miss Marvel.
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2023.05.25 02:38 dlschindler The Witch Cat Of 13B

Alone at college, I was unprepared to live alone - with loneliness. It was the thought of arriving in my apartment and walking through that silence to turn on lights and put something on tv - that depressed me. Some instinct to obtain a companion made me turn into the animal shelter. I adopted Miss Marvel, a rescued black cat.
Strange and unusual feelings were the first thing I noticed. I'd never had a pet before - so I attributed my sensation to her presence. There was one thought that I should have accepted. I did notice right away that Miss Marvel had two different personalities. Sometimes she was my friend, taking treats and letting me pet her and sleeping next to me. Other times she was like a pair of eyes in the shadows - watching me and making me feel menaced and hunted.
She had known her way around the apartment from the first moment I had opened her carrier. She went to a spot in the kitchen that was perfect for where I would put her food and water. If I squinted I could almost see where someone had kept two bowls on the floor, slightly cleaner where the floor was covered. The exact same spot.
I tried to meet her in her shadow realm but she made warning noises and even swatted at me, drawing a drop of blood. When I had rinsed it I heard her licking where the drop had spilled. I shuddered, wondering again if I had two different cats.
Other than that: I found her companionship to be the best that I could have. She was a lovely cat, purring and playful and responsive to my call. I didn't suspect her of the darkness that began to manifest in my home. Not her, yet it was all from her. I knew somehow that it was not right, my cat wasn't responsible.
My homework was shredded, things got broken and my plants wilted. The smell of ammonia became overwhelming and I'd have to leave my windows open. The swarm of flying insects swirling in my living room must have come in through the open window. It's how they went back out: all-at-once.
Then my own behavior began to change. I found myself waking up in strange places and missing time. I worried I might be losing my mind, until I noticed there was a pattern to my activities. Every time I slipped away I always came back with Miss Marvel sitting near me and staring intensely. She would hiss and run off when the spell wore off and I would think to myself:
"Is she somehow controlling me?"
After this had occurred a number of times I felt her power growing stronger. Miss Marvel would become the witch cat and mesmerize me and control me like a puppet. I filmed it with my webcam, but the recording wouldn't open. I took it to a college friend who worked in the campus IT and they said the file couldn't be repaired, because it wasn't broken. It had filmed just one frame and the software had interpreted it as a non-video file. They showed it to me, just one image of a weird star made out of triangles with a peculiar questionmark-like symbol emblazoned over it.
My investigations took me to the animal shelter. I determined that my cat was using witchcraft - entirely by my own instinct. I've always believed in witchcraft, found myself attracted to witches and living a charmed life. My involvement with Miss Marvel seemed to be part my lifestory already. That didn't mean I wasn't frightened.
Knowing I was dealing with witchcraft of some insidious alignment made me afraid. I felt powerless to deal with her and I knew I couldn't escape. I felt drawn to me home, despite the horror I felt at opening that door.
The shelter had, after I convinced them, to tell me the address where Miss Marvel had come from. She'd belonged to on old woman who had lived alone and died mysteriously. The address was my own. Miss Marvel had lived in my apartment before.
I called my brother and convinced him to look into the police report. He told me he'd have to get back to me with it. When he came over he apologized for not coming over earlier, like when I had started college. Or at any point since.
"You're here now. That's what I need." I told him.
He stopped apologizing for neglecting me and told me what the police report had contained.
"It started as a wellness check that went into a possible homicide. Later it was ruled as a possible suicide and finally as a natural death of unknown cause."
"What does that even mean?" I felt the eyes of Miss Marvel, watching - her ears, listening. I looked around and saw her nowhere.
"The lady who lived here - she had died of fear. Screamed until her lungs boiled and collapsed and hit her head. It looked bad, but she got scared of something and then died. That's what happened." He explained.
After my brother was gone, I reflected that his career had made him so calloused. I remembered him different growing up. Miss Marvel found me sitting and thinking and she was my cat, so she came to me and loved on me.
The next morning, I was sipping tea, when I remembered a spell someone had shown me. It was a gesture and some magic words, a cheap charm, that would reveal the hidden nature of someone or something.
How did it go?
I spoke the rhyme and focused my intention on the syntax, while looking at my cat through the corner of my eye, between the 'window' of my pinky and pointer finger - while my other two fingertips were holding my thumb. Nothing happened. I didn't give up, because I know that magic rarely works without increasing one's efforts. I'd never cast a spell before, but I knew this from what I was told. I tried the charm again and again. Early in the evening, while she was eating and the sun was setting, my spell worked.
I could see the witch standing beside my cat, the horrible open mouth looking both dead and violent at the same time. She could see me too, knew that I knew. The eyes of the creature burned with hatred, my reflection a pyre light. I put my hand down and looked away. When I looked back I felt a cold shiver, fear in my spine, knowing she was standing there unseen.
My cat stopped eating suddenly and turned and faced me, staring with far more intensity than my cat. I knew it was the witch and not her. I knew it was up to me to figure out what to do. My only problem was that I was too afraid.
I had nightmares from that night on. I'd sometimes wake up somewhere else in my home, turning butter into ashes on my stove. I would be drawing symbols on the floor in ash. I was trying to do something when she had control over me. I kept breaking free of her control before she could make any progress. At the same time - every time she got ahold of me she seemed to hold me longer and do more. She was getting stronger and I was getting weaker.
I had to know what the old witch was trying to do. There was nothing else that I could do to free myself and Miss Marvel from her power. Moving or getting rid of the cat seemed impossible. Perhaps I could have tried one of those things, but the weight of such ideas felt like I was falling to even consider those options.
Instead, I did my homework. I found out who she was, a rotary and well-known occult bookstore owner. Her obituary mentioned that there was a guest registry at her funeral. At the local library I was able to find out who held the registry. I called on them and they allowed me to look at it. They even told me that most of the guests were members of her coven, a large group of witches that had practiced together.
"I just want to know about her life. All I know is about her death. It isn't how she should be remembered?" Were my exact words to them. They were convinced I should be loaned her diary. Nobody had taken the time to read it, but it was kept with the spellbook and the registry. Of her spellbook I was given no permissions.
I sat there and read her diary and discovered she had her own agenda within the coven. Some sort of personal spirit guide of her's was to manifest for her. When I described the creature to them, they told me I had misunderstood.
"Maroni is an ancient and powerful demon that grants eternal life. There is a bargain though, the use of a body for the demon, in such a consortment. No witch would fall prey to such a well-known scam."
Yet she had made a deal with it and learned of a dangerous spell to summon Maroni. It involved writing with ash and speaking the contract in the demon's own language. I guessed that the witch had tried and met the demon and died of terror.
Somehow, she could inhabit her cat and channel her magic through Miss Marvel to control me. She was trying to complete the spell, probably so she could become alive and immortal. I felt pale and cold with fear as I realized I was her choice of bodies to live in.
Every night my dreams showed me the ritual in different times and places. Different people, religions, civilizations had all come and gone. Each had danced with the demon upon the ashes of its summoning. All of them had tried to bargain with it. Always the demon won, always it got what it wanted and gave nothing in return.
I was falling asleep in lectures and having visions or sightings of the tormented souls trapped by the demon's spell. Shamans and druids, priestesses and warlocks, all as ghosts in their ritual garb, dead for whole chapters of history and trapped in our world, unseen. I felt sick, my body trying to reject the infection in my spirit.
As I deteriorated there became less and less of a distinction between her control and mine. I felt myself slipping into the embrace of her power, somehow relieved to stop struggling and just give up. My fear became a constant anxiety, knowing what was happening and helpless to stop it.
"Now you will perform the ritual." The voice of the witch spoke to me from Miss Marvel, contorted and barely human-sounding.
I gathered what little of my willpower was left. I thought about the good times with Miss Marvel, when she was my cat. I wanted to break free, to somehow throw off the weight that was crushing me. I needed to begin, whenever I start something - I finish it.
"No." I said weakly. Then I felt my voice, felt my willpower backing me up, motivating me to resist. I added: "No - I said. I won't do it."
"You will. You have no choice." The witch promised.
I began to move, despite my resistance. I was under her control and aware of it. I felt her power over me slip even further. In a moment I regained control and swept the symbols of ash on the floor, ruining the summoning.
"You insolent dog!" The witch exclaimed. "I've used it all up! Damn you!"
And with that she was coughed out of Miss Marvel like some kind of hellspawned hairball. I stared at the lumpy and bubbling ectoplasma and felt a nauseating revulsion and the last of the terrified feelings I had lived with for so long.
My cat lifted the stringy dead thing and brought it to me and dropped it at my feet. She meowed with expectation and I lifted her and took her with me while she purred. I was very tired and fell asleep right away.
Of Miss Marvel I can only say we are happy together. Whatever got into her was long gone, having slithered up the wall and down the drain, leaving a trail of slime. I cleaned it up and relaxed.
Together, at college, I live happily with my marvelous cat, Miss Marvel.
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2023.05.25 02:36 dlschindler The Witch Cat Of 13B

Alone at college, I was unprepared to live alone - with loneliness. It was the thought of arriving in my apartment and walking through that silence to turn on lights and put something on tv - that depressed me. Some instinct to obtain a companion made me turn into the animal shelter. I adopted Miss Marvel, a rescued black cat.
Strange and unusual feelings were the first thing I noticed. I'd never had a pet before - so I attributed my sensation to her presence. There was one thought that I should have accepted. I did notice right away that Miss Marvel had two different personalities. Sometimes she was my friend, taking treats and letting me pet her and sleeping next to me. Other times she was like a pair of eyes in the shadows - watching me and making me feel menaced and hunted.
She had known her way around the apartment from the first moment I had opened her carrier. She went to a spot in the kitchen that was perfect for where I would put her food and water. If I squinted I could almost see where someone had kept two bowls on the floor, slightly cleaner where the floor was covered. The exact same spot.
I tried to meet her in her shadow realm but she made warning noises and even swatted at me, drawing a drop of blood. When I had rinsed it I heard her licking where the drop had spilled. I shuddered, wondering again if I had two different cats.
Other than that: I found her companionship to be the best that I could have. She was a lovely cat, purring and playful and responsive to my call. I didn't suspect her of the darkness that began to manifest in my home. Not her, yet it was all from her. I knew somehow that it was not right, my cat wasn't responsible.
My homework was shredded, things got broken and my plants wilted. The smell of ammonia became overwhelming and I'd have to leave my windows open. The swarm of flying insects swirling in my living room must have come in through the open window. It's how they went back out: all-at-once.
Then my own behavior began to change. I found myself waking up in strange places and missing time. I worried I might be losing my mind, until I noticed there was a pattern to my activities. Every time I slipped away I always came back with Miss Marvel sitting near me and staring intensely. She would hiss and run off when the spell wore off and I would think to myself:
"Is she somehow controlling me?"
After this had occurred a number of times I felt her power growing stronger. Miss Marvel would become the witch cat and mesmerize me and control me like a puppet. I filmed it with my webcam, but the recording wouldn't open. I took it to a college friend who worked in the campus IT and they said the file couldn't be repaired, because it wasn't broken. It had filmed just one frame and the software had interpreted it as a non-video file. They showed it to me, just one image of a weird star made out of triangles with a peculiar questionmark-like symbol emblazoned over it.
My investigations took me to the animal shelter. I determined that my cat was using witchcraft - entirely by my own instinct. I've always believed in witchcraft, found myself attracted to witches and living a charmed life. My involvement with Miss Marvel seemed to be part my lifestory already. That didn't mean I wasn't frightened.
Knowing I was dealing with witchcraft of some insidious alignment made me afraid. I felt powerless to deal with her and I knew I couldn't escape. I felt drawn to me home, despite the horror I felt at opening that door.
The shelter had, after I convinced them, to tell me the address where Miss Marvel had come from. She'd belonged to on old woman who had lived alone and died mysteriously. The address was my own. Miss Marvel had lived in my apartment before.
I called my brother and convinced him to look into the police report. He told me he'd have to get back to me with it. When he came over he apologized for not coming over earlier, like when I had started college. Or at any point since.
"You're here now. That's what I need." I told him.
He stopped apologizing for neglecting me and told me what the police report had contained.
"It started as a wellness check that went into a possible homicide. Later it was ruled as a possible suicide and finally as a natural death of unknown cause."
"What does that even mean?" I felt the eyes of Miss Marvel, watching - her ears, listening. I looked around and saw her nowhere.
"The lady who lived here - she had died of fear. Screamed until her lungs boiled and collapsed and hit her head. It looked bad, but she got scared of something and then died. That's what happened." He explained.
After my brother was gone, I reflected that his career had made him so calloused. I remembered him different growing up. Miss Marvel found me sitting and thinking and she was my cat, so she came to me and loved on me.
The next morning, I was sipping tea, when I remembered a spell someone had shown me. It was a gesture and some magic words, a cheap charm, that would reveal the hidden nature of someone or something.
How did it go?
I spoke the rhyme and focused my intention on the syntax, while looking at my cat through the corner of my eye, between the 'window' of my pinky and pointer finger - while my other two fingertips were holding my thumb. Nothing happened. I didn't give up, because I know that magic rarely works without increasing one's efforts. I'd never cast a spell before, but I knew this from what I was told. I tried the charm again and again. Early in the evening, while she was eating and the sun was setting, my spell worked.
I could see the witch standing beside my cat, the horrible open mouth looking both dead and violent at the same time. She could see me too, knew that I knew. The eyes of the creature burned with hatred, my reflection a pyre light. I put my hand down and looked away. When I looked back I felt a cold shiver, fear in my spine, knowing she was standing there unseen.
My cat stopped eating suddenly and turned and faced me, staring with far more intensity than my cat. I knew it was the witch and not her. I knew it was up to me to figure out what to do. My only problem was that I was too afraid.
I had nightmares from that night on. I'd sometimes wake up somewhere else in my home, turning butter into ashes on my stove. I would be drawing symbols on the floor in ash. I was trying to do something when she had control over me. I kept breaking free of her control before she could make any progress. At the same time - every time she got ahold of me she seemed to hold me longer and do more. She was getting stronger and I was getting weaker.
I had to know what the old witch was trying to do. There was nothing else that I could do to free myself and Miss Marvel from her power. Moving or getting rid of the cat seemed impossible. Perhaps I could have tried one of those things, but the weight of such ideas felt like I was falling to even consider those options.
Instead, I did my homework. I found out who she was, a rotary and well-known occult bookstore owner. Her obituary mentioned that there was a guest registry at her funeral. At the local library I was able to find out who held the registry. I called on them and they allowed me to look at it. They even told me that most of the guests were members of her coven, a large group of witches that had practiced together.
"I just want to know about her life. All I know is about her death. It isn't how she should be remembered?" Were my exact words to them. They were convinced I should be loaned her diary. Nobody had taken the time to read it, but it was kept with the spellbook and the registry. Of her spellbook I was given no permissions.
I sat there and read her diary and discovered she had her own agenda within the coven. Some sort of personal spirit guide of her's was to manifest for her. When I described the creature to them, they told me I had misunderstood.
"Maroni is an ancient and powerful demon that grants eternal life. There is a bargain though, the use of a body for the demon, in such a consortment. No witch would fall prey to such a well-known scam."
Yet she had made a deal with it and learned of a dangerous spell to summon Maroni. It involved writing with ash and speaking the contract in the demon's own language. I guessed that the witch had tried and met the demon and died of terror.
Somehow, she could inhabit her cat and channel her magic through Miss Marvel to control me. She was trying to complete the spell, probably so she could become alive and immortal. I felt pale and cold with fear as I realized I was her choice of bodies to live in.
Every night my dreams showed me the ritual in different times and places. Different people, religions, civilizations had all come and gone. Each had danced with the demon upon the ashes of its summoning. All of them had tried to bargain with it. Always the demon won, always it got what it wanted and gave nothing in return.
I was falling asleep in lectures and having visions or sightings of the tormented souls trapped by the demon's spell. Shamans and druids, priestesses and warlocks, all as ghosts in their ritual garb, dead for whole chapters of history and trapped in our world, unseen. I felt sick, my body trying to reject the infection in my spirit.
As I deteriorated there became less and less of a distinction between her control and mine. I felt myself slipping into the embrace of her power, somehow relieved to stop struggling and just give up. My fear became a constant anxiety, knowing what was happening and helpless to stop it.
"Now you will perform the ritual." The voice of the witch spoke to me from Miss Marvel, contorted and barely human-sounding.
I gathered what little of my willpower was left. I thought about the good times with Miss Marvel, when she was my cat. I wanted to break free, to somehow throw off the weight that was crushing me. I needed to begin, whenever I start something - I finish it.
"No." I said weakly. Then I felt my voice, felt my willpower backing me up, motivating me to resist. I added: "No - I said. I won't do it."
"You will. You have no choice." The witch promised.
I began to move, despite my resistance. I was under her control and aware of it. I felt her power over me slip even further. In a moment I regained control and swept the symbols of ash on the floor, ruining the summoning.
"You insolent dog!" The witch exclaimed. "I've used it all up! Damn you!"
And with that she was coughed out of Miss Marvel like some kind of hellspawned hairball. I stared at the lumpy and bubbling ectoplasma and felt a nauseating revulsion and the last of the terrified feelings I had lived with for so long.
My cat lifted the stringy dead thing and brought it to me and dropped it at my feet. She meowed with expectation and I lifted her and took her with me while she purred. I was very tired and fell asleep right away.
Of Miss Marvel I can only say we are happy together. Whatever got into her was long gone, having slithered up the wall and down the drain, leaving a trail of slime. I cleaned it up and relaxed.
Together, at college, I live happily with my marvelous cat, Miss Marvel.
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2023.05.25 02:31 dlschindler The Witch Cat Of 13B

Alone at college, I was unprepared to live alone - with loneliness. It was the thought of arriving in my apartment and walking through that silence to turn on lights and put something on tv - that depressed me. Some instinct to obtain a companion made me turn into the animal shelter. I adopted Miss Marvel, a rescued black cat.
Strange and unusual feelings were the first thing I noticed. I'd never had a pet before - so I attributed my sensation to her presence. There was one thought that I should have accepted. I did notice right away that Miss Marvel had two different personalities. Sometimes she was my friend, taking treats and letting me pet her and sleeping next to me. Other times she was like a pair of eyes in the shadows - watching me and making me feel menaced and hunted.
She had known her way around the apartment from the first moment I had opened her carrier. She went to a spot in the kitchen that was perfect for where I would put her food and water. If I squinted I could almost see where someone had kept two bowls on the floor, slightly cleaner where the floor was covered. The exact same spot.
I tried to meet her in her shadow realm but she made warning noises and even swatted at me, drawing a drop of blood. When I had rinsed it I heard her licking where the drop had spilled. I shuddered, wondering again if I had two different cats.
Other than that: I found her companionship to be the best that I could have. She was a lovely cat, purring and playful and responsive to my call. I didn't suspect her of the darkness that began to manifest in my home. Not her, yet it was all from her. I knew somehow that it was not right, my cat wasn't responsible.
My homework was shredded, things got broken and my plants wilted. The smell of ammonia became overwhelming and I'd have to leave my windows open. The swarm of flying insects swirling in my living room must have come in through the open window. It's how they went back out: all-at-once.
Then my own behavior began to change. I found myself waking up in strange places and missing time. I worried I might be losing my mind, until I noticed there was a pattern to my activities. Every time I slipped away I always came back with Miss Marvel sitting near me and staring intensely. She would hiss and run off when the spell wore off and I would think to myself:
"Is she somehow controlling me?"
After this had occurred a number of times I felt her power growing stronger. Miss Marvel would become the witch cat and mesmerize me and control me like a puppet. I filmed it with my webcam, but the recording wouldn't open. I took it to a college friend who worked in the campus IT and they said the file couldn't be repaired, because it wasn't broken. It had filmed just one frame and the software had interpreted it as a non-video file. They showed it to me, just one image of a weird star made out of triangles with a peculiar questionmark-like symbol emblazoned over it.
My investigations took me to the animal shelter. I determined that my cat was using witchcraft - entirely by my own instinct. I've always believed in witchcraft, found myself attracted to witches and living a charmed life. My involvement with Miss Marvel seemed to be part my lifestory already. That didn't mean I wasn't frightened.
Knowing I was dealing with witchcraft of some insidious alignment made me afraid. I felt powerless to deal with her and I knew I couldn't escape. I felt drawn to me home, despite the horror I felt at opening that door.
The shelter had, after I convinced them, to tell me the address where Miss Marvel had come from. She'd belonged to on old woman who had lived alone and died mysteriously. The address was my own. Miss Marvel had lived in my apartment before.
I called my brother and convinced him to look into the police report. He told me he'd have to get back to me with it. When he came over he apologized for not coming over earlier, like when I had started college. Or at any point since.
"You're here now. That's what I need." I told him.
He stopped apologizing for neglecting me and told me what the police report had contained.
"It started as a wellness check that went into a possible homicide. Later it was ruled as a possible suicide and finally as a natural death of unknown cause."
"What does that even mean?" I felt the eyes of Miss Marvel, watching - her ears, listening. I looked around and saw her nowhere.
"The lady who lived here - she had died of fear. Screamed until her lungs boiled and collapsed and hit her head. It looked bad, but she got scared of something and then died. That's what happened." He explained.
After my brother was gone, I reflected that his career had made him so calloused. I remembered him different growing up. Miss Marvel found me sitting and thinking and she was my cat, so she came to me and loved on me.
The next morning, I was sipping tea, when I remembered a spell someone had shown me. It was a gesture and some magic words, a cheap charm, that would reveal the hidden nature of someone or something.
How did it go?
I spoke the rhyme and focused my intention on the syntax, while looking at my cat through the corner of my eye, between the 'window' of my pinky and pointer finger - while my other two fingertips were holding my thumb. Nothing happened. I didn't give up, because I know that magic rarely works without increasing one's efforts. I'd never cast a spell before, but I knew this from what I was told. I tried the charm again and again. Early in the evening, while she was eating and the sun was setting, my spell worked.
I could see the witch standing beside my cat, the horrible open mouth looking both dead and violent at the same time. She could see me too, knew that I knew. The eyes of the creature burned with hatred, my reflection a pyre light. I put my hand down and looked away. When I looked back I felt a cold shiver, fear in my spine, knowing she was standing there unseen.
My cat stopped eating suddenly and turned and faced me, staring with far more intensity than my cat. I knew it was the witch and not her. I knew it was up to me to figure out what to do. My only problem was that I was too afraid.
I had nightmares from that night on. I'd sometimes wake up somewhere else in my home, turning butter into ashes on my stove. I would be drawing symbols on the floor in ash. I was trying to do something when she had control over me. I kept breaking free of her control before she could make any progress. At the same time - every time she got ahold of me she seemed to hold me longer and do more. She was getting stronger and I was getting weaker.
I had to know what the old witch was trying to do. There was nothing else that I could do to free myself and Miss Marvel from her power. Moving or getting rid of the cat seemed impossible. Perhaps I could have tried one of those things, but the weight of such ideas felt like I was falling to even consider those options.
Instead, I did my homework. I found out who she was, a rotary and well-known occult bookstore owner. Her obituary mentioned that there was a guest registry at her funeral. At the local library I was able to find out who held the registry. I called on them and they allowed me to look at it. They even told me that most of the guests were members of her coven, a large group of witches that had practiced together.
"I just want to know about her life. All I know is about her death. It isn't how she should be remembered?" Were my exact words to them. They were convinced I should be loaned her diary. Nobody had taken the time to read it, but it was kept with the spellbook and the registry. Of her spellbook I was given no permissions.
I sat there and read her diary and discovered she had her own agenda within the coven. Some sort of personal spirit guide of her's was to manifest for her. When I described the creature to them, they told me I had misunderstood.
"Maroni is an ancient and powerful demon that grants eternal life. There is a bargain though, the use of a body for the demon, in such a consortment. No witch would fall prey to such a well-known scam."
Yet she had made a deal with it and learned of a dangerous spell to summon Maroni. It involved writing with ash and speaking the contract in the demon's own language. I guessed that the witch had tried and met the demon and died of terror.
Somehow, she could inhabit her cat and channel her magic through Miss Marvel to control me. She was trying to complete the spell, probably so she could become alive and immortal. I felt pale and cold with fear as I realized I was her choice of bodies to live in.
Every night my dreams showed me the ritual in different times and places. Different people, religions, civilizations had all come and gone. Each had danced with the demon upon the ashes of its summoning. All of them had tried to bargain with it. Always the demon won, always it got what it wanted and gave nothing in return.
I was falling asleep in lectures and having visions or sightings of the tormented souls trapped by the demon's spell. Shamans and druids, priestesses and warlocks, all as ghosts in their ritual garb, dead for whole chapters of history and trapped in our world, unseen. I felt sick, my body trying to reject the infection in my spirit.
As I deteriorated there became less and less of a distinction between her control and mine. I felt myself slipping into the embrace of her power, somehow relieved to stop struggling and just give up. My fear became a constant anxiety, knowing what was happening and helpless to stop it.
"Now you will perform the ritual." The voice of the witch spoke to me from Miss Marvel, contorted and barely human-sounding.
I gathered what little of my willpower was left. I thought about the good times with Miss Marvel, when she was my cat. I wanted to break free, to somehow throw off the weight that was crushing me. I needed to begin, whenever I start something - I finish it.
"No." I said weakly. Then I felt my voice, felt my willpower backing me up, motivating me to resist. I added: "No - I said. I won't do it."
"You will. You have no choice." The witch promised.
I began to move, despite my resistance. I was under her control and aware of it. I felt her power over me slip even further. In a moment I regained control and swept the symbols of ash on the floor, ruining the summoning.
"You insolent dog!" The witch exclaimed. "I've used it all up! Damn you!"
And with that she was coughed out of Miss Marvel like some kind of hellspawned hairball. I stared at the lumpy and bubbling ectoplasma and felt a nauseating revulsion and the last of the terrified feelings I had lived with for so long.
My cat lifted the stringy dead thing and brought it to me and dropped it at my feet. She meowed with expectation and I lifted her and took her with me while she purred. I was very tired and fell asleep right away.
Of Miss Marvel I can only say we are happy together. Whatever got into her was long gone, having slithered up the wall and down the drain, leaving a trail of slime. I cleaned it up and relaxed.
Together, at college, I live happily with my marvelous cat, Miss Marvel.
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2023.05.25 02:30 dlschindler The Witch Cat Of 13B

Alone at college, I was unprepared to live alone - with loneliness. It was the thought of arriving in my apartment and walking through that silence to turn on lights and put something on tv - that depressed me. Some instinct to obtain a companion made me turn into the animal shelter. I adopted Miss Marvel, a rescued black cat.
Strange and unusual feelings were the first thing I noticed. I'd never had a pet before - so I attributed my sensation to her presence. There was one thought that I should have accepted. I did notice right away that Miss Marvel had two different personalities. Sometimes she was my friend, taking treats and letting me pet her and sleeping next to me. Other times she was like a pair of eyes in the shadows - watching me and making me feel menaced and hunted.
She had known her way around the apartment from the first moment I had opened her carrier. She went to a spot in the kitchen that was perfect for where I would put her food and water. If I squinted I could almost see where someone had kept two bowls on the floor, slightly cleaner where the floor was covered. The exact same spot.
I tried to meet her in her shadow realm but she made warning noises and even swatted at me, drawing a drop of blood. When I had rinsed it I heard her licking where the drop had spilled. I shuddered, wondering again if I had two different cats.
Other than that: I found her companionship to be the best that I could have. She was a lovely cat, purring and playful and responsive to my call. I didn't suspect her of the darkness that began to manifest in my home. Not her, yet it was all from her. I knew somehow that it was not right, my cat wasn't responsible.
My homework was shredded, things got broken and my plants wilted. The smell of ammonia became overwhelming and I'd have to leave my windows open. The swarm of flying insects swirling in my living room must have come in through the open window. It's how they went back out: all-at-once.
Then my own behavior began to change. I found myself waking up in strange places and missing time. I worried I might be losing my mind, until I noticed there was a pattern to my activities. Every time I slipped away I always came back with Miss Marvel sitting near me and staring intensely. She would hiss and run off when the spell wore off and I would think to myself:
"Is she somehow controlling me?"
After this had occurred a number of times I felt her power growing stronger. Miss Marvel would become the witch cat and mesmerize me and control me like a puppet. I filmed it with my webcam, but the recording wouldn't open. I took it to a college friend who worked in the campus IT and they said the file couldn't be repaired, because it wasn't broken. It had filmed just one frame and the software had interpreted it as a non-video file. They showed it to me, just one image of a weird star made out of triangles with a peculiar questionmark-like symbol emblazoned over it.
My investigations took me to the animal shelter. I determined that my cat was using witchcraft - entirely by my own instinct. I've always believed in witchcraft, found myself attracted to witches and living a charmed life. My involvement with Miss Marvel seemed to be part my lifestory already. That didn't mean I wasn't frightened.
Knowing I was dealing with witchcraft of some insidious alignment made me afraid. I felt powerless to deal with her and I knew I couldn't escape. I felt drawn to me home, despite the horror I felt at opening that door.
The shelter had, after I convinced them, to tell me the address where Miss Marvel had come from. She'd belonged to on old woman who had lived alone and died mysteriously. The address was my own. Miss Marvel had lived in my apartment before.
I called my brother and convinced him to look into the police report. He told me he'd have to get back to me with it. When he came over he apologized for not coming over earlier, like when I had started college. Or at any point since.
"You're here now. That's what I need." I told him.
He stopped apologizing for neglecting me and told me what the police report had contained.
"It started as a wellness check that went into a possible homicide. Later it was ruled as a possible suicide and finally as a natural death of unknown cause."
"What does that even mean?" I felt the eyes of Miss Marvel, watching - her ears, listening. I looked around and saw her nowhere.
"The lady who lived here - she had died of fear. Screamed until her lungs boiled and collapsed and hit her head. It looked bad, but she got scared of something and then died. That's what happened." He explained.
After my brother was gone, I reflected that his career had made him so calloused. I remembered him different growing up. Miss Marvel found me sitting and thinking and she was my cat, so she came to me and loved on me.
The next morning, I was sipping tea, when I remembered a spell someone had shown me. It was a gesture and some magic words, a cheap charm, that would reveal the hidden nature of someone or something.
How did it go?
I spoke the rhyme and focused my intention on the syntax, while looking at my cat through the corner of my eye, between the 'window' of my pinky and pointer finger - while my other two fingertips were holding my thumb. Nothing happened. I didn't give up, because I know that magic rarely works without increasing one's efforts. I'd never cast a spell before, but I knew this from what I was told. I tried the charm again and again. Early in the evening, while she was eating and the sun was setting, my spell worked.
I could see the witch standing beside my cat, the horrible open mouth looking both dead and violent at the same time. She could see me too, knew that I knew. The eyes of the creature burned with hatred, my reflection a pyre light. I put my hand down and looked away. When I looked back I felt a cold shiver, fear in my spine, knowing she was standing there unseen.
My cat stopped eating suddenly and turned and faced me, staring with far more intensity than my cat. I knew it was the witch and not her. I knew it was up to me to figure out what to do. My only problem was that I was too afraid.
I had nightmares from that night on. I'd sometimes wake up somewhere else in my home, turning butter into ashes on my stove. I would be drawing symbols on the floor in ash. I was trying to do something when she had control over me. I kept breaking free of her control before she could make any progress. At the same time - every time she got ahold of me she seemed to hold me longer and do more. She was getting stronger and I was getting weaker.
I had to know what the old witch was trying to do. There was nothing else that I could do to free myself and Miss Marvel from her power. Moving or getting rid of the cat seemed impossible. Perhaps I could have tried one of those things, but the weight of such ideas felt like I was falling to even consider those options.
Instead, I did my homework. I found out who she was, a rotary and well-known occult bookstore owner. Her obituary mentioned that there was a guest registry at her funeral. At the local library I was able to find out who held the registry. I called on them and they allowed me to look at it. They even told me that most of the guests were members of her coven, a large group of witches that had practiced together.
"I just want to know about her life. All I know is about her death. It isn't how she should be remembered?" Were my exact words to them. They were convinced I should be loaned her diary. Nobody had taken the time to read it, but it was kept with the spellbook and the registry. Of her spellbook I was given no permissions.
I sat there and read her diary and discovered she had her own agenda within the coven. Some sort of personal spirit guide of her's was to manifest for her. When I described the creature to them, they told me I had misunderstood.
"Maroni is an ancient and powerful demon that grants eternal life. There is a bargain though, the use of a body for the demon, in such a consortment. No witch would fall prey to such a well-known scam."
Yet she had made a deal with it and learned of a dangerous spell to summon Maroni. It involved writing with ash and speaking the contract in the demon's own language. I guessed that the witch had tried and met the demon and died of terror.
Somehow, she could inhabit her cat and channel her magic through Miss Marvel to control me. She was trying to complete the spell, probably so she could become alive and immortal. I felt pale and cold with fear as I realized I was her choice of bodies to live in.
Every night my dreams showed me the ritual in different times and places. Different people, religions, civilizations had all come and gone. Each had danced with the demon upon the ashes of its summoning. All of them had tried to bargain with it. Always the demon won, always it got what it wanted and gave nothing in return.
I was falling asleep in lectures and having visions or sightings of the tormented souls trapped by the demon's spell. Shamans and druids, priestesses and warlocks, all as ghosts in their ritual garb, dead for whole chapters of history and trapped in our world, unseen. I felt sick, my body trying to reject the infection in my spirit.
As I deteriorated there became less and less of a distinction between her control and mine. I felt myself slipping into the embrace of her power, somehow relieved to stop struggling and just give up. My fear became a constant anxiety, knowing what was happening and helpless to stop it.
"Now you will perform the ritual." The voice of the witch spoke to me from Miss Marvel, contorted and barely human-sounding.
I gathered what little of my willpower was left. I thought about the good times with Miss Marvel, when she was my cat. I wanted to break free, to somehow throw off the weight that was crushing me. I needed to begin, whenever I start something - I finish it.
"No." I said weakly. Then I felt my voice, felt my willpower backing me up, motivating me to resist. I added: "No - I said. I won't do it."
"You will. You have no choice." The witch promised.
I began to move, despite my resistance. I was under her control and aware of it. I felt her power over me slip even further. In a moment I regained control and swept the symbols of ash on the floor, ruining the summoning.
"You insolent dog!" The witch exclaimed. "I've used it all up! Damn you!"
And with that she was coughed out of Miss Marvel like some kind of hellspawned hairball. I stared at the lumpy and bubbling ectoplasma and felt a nauseating revulsion and the last of the terrified feelings I had lived with for so long.
My cat lifted the stringy dead thing and brought it to me and dropped it at my feet. She meowed with expectation and I lifted her and took her with me while she purred. I was very tired and fell asleep right away.
Of Miss Marvel I can only say we are happy together. Whatever got into her was long gone, having slithered up the wall and down the drain, leaving a trail of slime. I cleaned it up and relaxed.
Together, at college, I live happily with my marvelous cat, Miss Marvel.
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2023.05.23 17:27 The_Asura_ Looking to buy my first car. 2005 Toyota 4Runner with 157,348 miles. Good deal?

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2023.05.22 14:56 kiplet1 [City of Roses] no. 26.4: across the Lot – what Needs must – Duty

[City of Roses] no. 26.4: across the Lot – what Needs must – Duty
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Across the empty parking lot a looming box of a store, the façade of it a great oblong thrust above the high flat roof, and stained across the front of it where a sign once hung, and now just holes punched in sheet metal where once were struts and electrical conduits. By the blankly dark front doors a sheet of plywood’s nailed to a frame of two-by-fours, and a plastic sheet tacked to the plywood, Future Home, say faded black letters, Columbia River Campus Advanced Disaster Management Simulator. A heavy chain is looped about the handles of the doors, and a padlock, bulky with a keysafe. She brushes a finger down the keypad set in the front of it, and it falls open with a clunk. She starts back, looks around, Leans in, twisting the lock free of the chain, and it clanking falls away.
Dust within, and darkness. Light scraped by scratched door-glass falls to thinly flop against a stack of drywall, a couple of buckets that say Sheet Rock All Purpose Joint Compound. Past that, across stained concrete, a shadowed mound of gutted cardboard boxes, glinting with shucked plastic clamshells. What might be a desk lamp’s shining beyond, somewhere behind a curling row of slender columns in all that enormous darkness, and the faintly tinny chirps of music playing to itself. “Hey, hello?” calls Jo. “Chazz?”
They’re filing cabinets, those columns, a dozen or so in a wide circle about the warm glow of that lamp, tall, five drawers each and each of them painted a dull institutional green, dented, scratched, rusted along the corners and edges. Some of those drawers hang open, crammed with manila folders stuffed with sheets of onionskin and glassine all protecting photographs, glossy photos stuck up, haphazardly tucked away, and more spilled on the dusty floor about, dozens of them, hundreds, and on the desk in the middle of the cabinets, stacks of photos piled atop folders and more folders stacked atop the piles, and a high thin voice singing over stinging strings and piano, William William William Rogers put it in its place, blood and tears from old Japan, and he leans forward to shut off the little radio, dressed all in black, his pink head gleaming.
“Devil,” says Jo.
“Why,” he says, “that makes of this the storied Inferno, where it’s said I rule, and do not serve.” Pushing back his chair, an echoing scrape, and shadows swoop as he stands, hands braced on the littered desk. “Huntsman. Welcome! But we cannot have you skulking in such a dismal Abaddon.” Looking up, he cries, “Yehi-or!”
And chunk, chunk, chunk, that big dark room lights up, great bulbs hung from the ceiling in bells switched on row by row, the glow from them strengthening, brightening, blooming a blue-white glare that swallows the warmth of the lamp. Jo steps out from between a couple of cabinets, red shirt bright, blacks dusty, the mane of the mask in her hand listless. “Vayehi-or,” says the Devil, smiling, but his smile folds away as she tosses a black leather glove to slap on the desk. “Dropped that,” she says.
“Most deliberately, as well you are aware,” he says. “Right!” He claps his hands together. “Where shall we have it. Here, on the desk?” He bends down to press hands and chest against the spill of photos, twisting his head to peer up at her, still there by the cabinets. “There’ll be no stain, nor sticky mess, I assure you. Just a bit of dust, easily swept away. But no?” Pushing himself back up. “You’d rather we were out in the open,” he says, stepping around the desk, a gesture toward the cabinets, and beyond, “where there’s room to swing! Of course. I might kneel, to afford the best blow?”
“What are you doing,” says Jo.
“I yet provide whatever assistance I might,” he says, and frowns. “You do know why you’re here?”
“You went and tried to pick a fight with somebody who doesn’t have the time,” says Jo.
“Even so!” says the Devil. “Where, then, do you mean we should have it? The neck’s traditional,” his hand at his turtlenecked throat, “though a blow from you to breast or belly should suffice, or even thigh.”
“We’re not,” says Jo, “that’s, not what’s gonna happen.”
“Isn’t it?” he says, theatrically quizzical. “Then all this way you’ve come, merely to return to me my glove?” He leans over to pluck it up from the desk, limply black. “I must say I am touched, that you would take such time from what is a doubtless busy schedule to see personally to the restitution of my wardrobe. But,” he shakes it, the fingers of it jiggling, “thus am I made whole; the matter need trouble you no longer, and nor must I.” Then, when she doesn’t turn or step away, “Unless?” A broadening of his smile. “Is there, perhaps, some other task to be discharged?”
“You,” says Jo, and a sigh. “You need to apologize.”
“Apologize!” cries the Devil. “For leaving this behind?” He lets it fall, plap to the photo-strewn floor. “Or rather more, perhaps, the insult done the King, the honor of the Queen – but what are airy words that might suffice to heal such grievous harm?”
“Just, say you’re sorry,” says Jo, and a wave of the mask in her hand. “No need to make a big deal out of it.” The mane of it, lazily a-sway. “Tell me, we’re done, I’m gone, it’s all good.”
“Is it? Really? All of it?” He leans back, against the desk. “But what of it if I don’t?” His smile fades. “For there’s the rub of the green, you see: I won’t.”
“Apologize,” says Jo. “Say you’re wrong, Chazz. Because you’re wrong.”
Looking down, his pink hands clasped before him, “Mine office,” he says, “was restored to me, when off the yoke was struck from about this very neck – by none but our very King.” Looking up, to her. “We would do well, Huntsman, to address each other thus, and what we’d be about.”
“Well,” says Jo. “Okay. Devil. But I’m not going to kill you.”
“A truth, in point of fact. You must destroy me, rather. I’ve been dead; death didn’t still my tongue.”
She lifts her hand, the mask in it, fingertips glimpsed through the eye-holes, thumb curled between two crudely chiseled teeth. Then tosses it aside, the mane of it trailing a dark comet falling to hit the floor, an echoing clack, a puff of dust. “I’m not,” she says, “that’s, not gonna happen.”
Blinking, he looks up from the crumple of mane to her hand that threw it. She’s turned away, to flip idly through the folders and photos in an opened drawer. “Perhaps,” says the Devil, “his majesty was, unclear, in his remit?” And then, “This matter must be settled!” he cries. “Without my contrition, only my silence will suffice!”
“Or mine,” says Jo. She’s tugged a photo free, sepia-tinted, creased, a group of men in sweaters and padded breeches posed about the landing of some great staircase, mustaches and center-parts, a bowler hat, and the one in the center holds a football, white letters painted over its seams, PFCC. “It is supposed to be a duel, right? Trial by combat?” Peeling translucent tissue from another photo, yellowed, two women in aproned dresses on a sidewalk before a storefront, the hand-painted sign above the door that says Eat. “Not an execution. So I might lose.”
Hoarsely, hushed, the Devil says, “Unthinkable.”
“What,” says Jo, “that you might be right?” Tucking the photos back in their folders. “What are you trying to do, here,” she says, turning about. The circle of filing cabinets about them. “What the hell is all this?”
“Huntsman,” he says, “forgive me,” his voice returning, “I’ve not followed your career with the avidity that it perhaps deserves, but: I can’t possibly be your first?”
“You aren’t,” says Jo, flatly.
“Then you must know, the quarry is most dangerous when cornered in its den. Yet,” he’s headed back behind the desk, stiff black wingtips placed among the scattered photos with exaggerated care, “in you walk, daisy-fresh, cucumber-cool, you spurn my last request, demand of me my reasons, why – my garters, stars, and coronets!” He stops there, the desk between them again. “I almost begin to think you hope, against all hope, to talk me out of that which I needs must, now I’ve taken the wheel.”
“If I haven’t got a hope,” says Jo, “you might as well humor me. I mean, we can spare a few minutes?”
A single bark of a laugh from the Devil, and he turns to open a drawer in one of the cabinets behind him. “If the minutes be but few,” he says, flipping through the folders within, “I’d better show, not tell. I am often accused of verbal imprudence,” and he tugs a folder free, “of slathering a dozen over what’s best said with one,” laying it open on the desk, “but I ask you: what use parsimony, when something so simple as this is worth a thousand of them, or more?”
She reaches over to take the photo he holds out to her. Three women, all in black, walk down a meander of paving stones set in a scrap of yard, the first the youngest, black dress shortly tight, eyes hidden behind black sunglasses, long dark hair beneath a broad flat hat, the next in a black suit, flared trousers and a smartly tailored jacket, a bit of veil about the brim of her black slouch, and finally the eldest, white hair done up under a trim black pillbox, and a nondescriptly sensible black dress. Jo turns it over. On the back a worn black-letter stamp says Oregonian, and under that in red ink a date, 4/6/73. A strip of typescript peeling loose from ancient blotches of paste, a caption: L to R Duenna Perry, d. – Mrs. Richard Perry (Arabelle) – Isobella Perry / Richard Perry funeral (departing). She looks up to see him, smiling, arms folded, pink hands tucked away. “What is this,” says Jo.
“This,” says the Devil, a gesture about, “is aptly enough termed a morgue, though the singular designation is, perhaps, misleading: these were painstakingly secured from the archives of two dozen newspapers, or more – ”
“Why this one.” She holds it up. “Is it that she’s, I mean, it’s a recurring thing?” She drops it to the desk between them, the folder laid open on the desk, the other photos within, three women in rich pastels about a banquette table, three women in sepia’d, antique blacks, three women, three women. “I kinda got that already.”
“One of our great mysteries,” says the Devil, “and already you kind of get it.”
“What does it have to do with you stepping to the King,” says Jo.
“The King?” says the Devil. “Huntsman – have you spoken with the Queen?”
“What,” she says, “today?”
“Since morning broke.”
“I haven’t had the, I had to go and, and, I don’t, have to,” she says. “You’re wrong. Flat-out.”
“You’ve spoken with the Gammer, though.”
“She, they, told me where to find you.”
“Of course. But tell me: have you spoken with the Bride?”
Jo’s scowling, now. “I think I’ve maybe said two words to her, since she got here – ”
“I do not mean the charming lepidopterist from Detroit,” says the Devil. “I mean, and here I speak quite plainly: the Bride.” And then, as she looks away from him, down to the photos on the desk, he says, “Are you starting, now, to rather kind of get it?”
“Well,” says Jo, “that’s, that,” and a rip of velcro, one hand worrying at the cycling glove about the other, “that’s not, what you said this morning, which, that she wants to stop the King. She doesn’t. That’s what you’ve got to walk back.”
“Then prove it!” He pounds the desk. “With your blade! Upon this body! Let there be no doubt!”
“Not gonna happen,” says Jo.
“Hunts end in death, Huntsman! Or do you think to set aside your duties as lightly as you do your badge?”
“Apologize,” says Jo.
“No!” roars the Devil.
A deep breath, and she shakes her head. “Okay,” says Jo, “all right, then I guess we’re at an impasse,” and the Devil leaps.
He leaps, pushing up over the desk in a tidy tumble, hanging there an instant impossibly arms spread wide and legs drawn up, and then his shoulder dips a dancer’s roll to sweep a shining black shoe round and out a kick that doesn’t landing crouched hands slap the floor for balance head a-tilt, ducked aside, drawn back from the tip of the blade she’s pointing at his throat.
“There it is,” he says. And then, a careful swallow, “Such clarity, pressed into the moment by the enormity of what’s to come.”
She lifts her sword away, long, straight, harsh light chasing down the edges of it, swirling the basket that guards her fingers lightly gripped about the wire-wrapped hilt. “You startled me,” she says. “That’s all.”
“That’s all?” he says, drawing back as he stands. “That’s all? You pulled steel from the very air. What might you produce if you were, let’s say, alarmed?”
Jo closes her eyes, her sword leaned up and back against a shoulder. “All right,” she says, and opens them. “Thank you,” she says, “Devil, for your apology. The King will be pleased.” And with a shrug she turns and walks away, out between a couple of cabinets. The Devil stands quite still a moment, then, with a shiver, starts forward, “Huntsman!” he cries, heading after.
She’s marching away across the enormous, empty, bright-lit room. “Huntsman!” he cries again. “You cannot do this!”
“Watch me!” she calls back.
“It is a lie!”
“So?” She stops, turns back, “Whatever it is you’re trying to prove, Chazz, nobody gives a damn!” Dropping her arms, her sword held loosely at her side. “Everybody’s, embarrassed – they’re gonna jump all over the slightest chance to get back to business as usual. And one way, or another, I’m gonna give ’em one.” Jabbing a finger at him, across the emptiness. “That is my fucking duty,” she says.
He rushes at her, but stops as she steps back, free hand held up. “I will call you out,” he snarls. “Before court and Queen I will name you a liar. As you love her – as you love her, Huntsman! Think! How it will crush her, to see you as you are!”
And she tips back her head, a shudder of laughter boiling up to a whoop. “You!” she cries. “You don’t know a goddamn thing! About me, about her, about any of this! Not a goddamn thing!” Walking away, turning about again, pointing her sword back at him, “Just say you’re fucking sorry. We’re done.”
“As you love her,” he says, and his brow knits, his eyes blaze, “half so much as I do, strike. Me. Down!”
“No!” she bellows back. Lowering her sword. “You apologize,” she says, “or I go out there,” sword swung back, pointing to those bright front doors, “and tell them all you did. There’s two ways this goes down – that’s it.”
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2023.05.22 14:29 BostonNewEngland Is there something wrong if a house has been on the market for 135 days?

As a first time homebuyer, I’m planning to buy a home as you can tell. I’m looking at the Columbia area in SC. The house is going for 315k but has been on the market for 135 days. After seeing the photos and reading property description the house is in very good condition. Of course I’m going to check with my realtor on why it’s been on the market for this long. I don’t know what starting offer I should start with and should I offer low and start climbing up? I’m new to this and advice helps.
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2023.05.21 06:13 ChaosReignUnderUs Matchday Thread: All Games 5/21 (May 21)

NISA

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link Match Thread
7:30 PM Club De Lyon FC Gold Star FC Detroit Link Thread

NISA Nation

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
10:00 PM JASA RWC Bay Area United FC -

2023 USASA National Amateur Cup Region I Semi-Finals

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
12:00 PM Sure Sports FC NOVA FC Link
5:00 PM Newtown Pride FC FC Omens -

2023 USASA National Amateur Cup Region II

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
5:00 PM United Serbian Soccer Club Edgewater Castle FC -

Raul Briones Cup Final

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
3:00 PM PROBLEMS FC FC UNITED KINGDOM Link

Brent Freeman Friendship Cup Final

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
6:00 PM LA FAMILIA FC CYPRESS Link

Eastern Premier Soccer League

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
11:00 AM Inter Vidas Kensington SC Link
4:00 PM Fall River FC Fall River Marksmen -
6:00 PM FC Neman Philadelphia Philadelphia Soccer Club -
6:00 PM Philadelphia Heritage SC Real Central NJ Soccer Link
7:00 PM Salone FC Oaklyn United FC -
7:30 PM Scots-American AC Lansdowne Yonkers FC Link
8:00 PM Doxa SC Suffolk County FC -
8:00 PM Florence F.C. Columbia FC -
8:00 PM Seft F.C. Zum Schneider FC 03 -

Midwest Premier League

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
4:30 PM Futsal Factory Academy Lansing Common FC Link
5:00 PM Michigan Jaguars FC United West FC Link
8:00 PM Chicago House AC Chicago City SC Link

Mountain Premier League

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
4:00 PM BOULDER COUNTY UNITED PXI UTAH FC SPIDER Link
5:00 PM COLORADO RUSH REAL COLORADO ACADEMY -

Cascadia Premier League

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
4:00 PM Steel United Grays Harbor Gulls FC -
4:00 PM Twin City Union FC Northern Peninsula FC -
5:00 PM Port Orchard F.C. Thurston County -
6:00 PM Walla Walla Stars Wenatchee Allstars Link
8:00 PM Gala FC Snohomish County -
8:30 PM Nido Aguila C.A.S Seattle Celtic -

Southwest Premier League

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
12:00 PM JACHESF LA AZTECS -
12:00 PM OLYMPIACOS CA II MEDALLO CITY FC -
4:00 PM OLYMPIACOS CA RESERVES AMSG FC 2 -
7:00 PM UNION AMAYA FC FC JUAREZ ACADEMY -
8:00 PM IE REPUBLIC FC UAFC ACADEMY -

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2023.05.21 02:59 Christallmoney97 Yuwa Regian can anyone make me a map

Yuwa (Yuska (to free) + Waka (spirit), Free Spirit) Region
North Port County: the starting town, based on Newport News & Northfolk VA. is the home town of James & Beth. There are three homes, a school building that also serves as city hall, and the post office and store.
Route 1: from NP to Kingsland, not many Pokemon, and usually weak ones.
Kingsland (Richmond VA): home to the prof's lab, you meet your rival here and get your Pokemon here.
Yowemin Bay (Chesapeake Bay): a bay that is connected to North Port & Skyward. Many water types can be found.
Route 2: Kingsland to Riverbed City, rarer and stronger pokemon can be found.
Riverbed City: small town right next to Domain Capital, you need to prove you are able to enter DC. Arlington/Alexdria VA.
Domain Capital (DC): houses the Champion League (Elite 4 & Champion), Frontier United, and Conference Cup.
Route 3: Riverbed City to Baltimore
Skyward City (Baltimore/Annapolis, Maryland):
Route 4: from Kingsland to Rocketon
Rocketon (Roanoke VA): a small town at the base of Cyan Mountain.
Route 5: splits to lead up Cyan My or to Oaton. Holds a small cave with a hot springs in
Slumber Forests: inspired by George Washington & Jefferson forest and Sleepy Hollow. Home to Darkrai & Cresselia depending on version. At center of split of route 5
Cyan Mountain (Appalachian Mt)-
Snow Ridge Path
Blue Stone Valley:
Black Smoke Plateau (Charleston WV): a former miner town,
Route 11: from BSP to Noxfort
Noxfort (Frankfort/Lexington/Fort Nox, Kentucky): a military city that is home to a huge fort and armory
Route 12: Noxfort to Basston County
Basston County (Nashville, Tennessee): home to the central hall of music.
Route 13: Basston to Hymnville
Hymnville (Memphis Tennessee)
Route 14: Hymnville to Little Rock
Oakton (Charlotte, Raleigh NC): home to the largest museum of Yuwa as it is made of smaller museums into one.
Route 6: Oakton to Sundown Beach & SBT
Sundown Beach: a small town, home to Yowa's most famous aquarium. Myrtle Beach
Sea Breeze Town (Columbia, Charleston SC): a town just south of Sundown Beach and home to Marine biologist and water gym leader, also is a massive port town.
Route 7: SBT to Atlanta
Marcaville (Atlanta Georgia):
Route 8: leads Montgomery and Route 9
Route 9 leads to Bayouster
Bayouster (Tallahassee Florida):
Central Lake: Lake Okeechobee
Beach Road: leads to Key Bay
Key Bay (Florida bay + Miami + Keys)
Holyburg: Montgomery Alabama
Route 15: leads to Jackson
Big Town: Jackson Mississippi
Route 16: leads to Little Rock
Pebbleburg: Little Rock Arkansas
Route 17: leads to Old Mortaville
Old Mortaville (Baton Rouge Louisiana)
Route 18: leads to New Mortaville & Sainte Lake
New Mortaville (New Orleans)
Sainte Lake (Lake Pontchartrain)
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2023.05.20 18:38 overthinkingoverhere I think I died in another universe and saw it while dreaming?

I hope this is the correct sub for this, if not, kidly direct me to the right one. Now, let me start by saying, I have no knowledge in dream reading, multi universes or quantum mortality/immortality. I've only heard about it, maybe read an article about it, but I want to hear your thoughts on this...
I was having this dream and in it, I was driving home w a friend in her truck, it was night time. We were talking, catching up. I was in the passenger seat and she was driving. All of a sudden while I'm talking to her, I start panicking. I can see the road but I can see another layer, like im in another place, but I can still see where I am. In this other layer, im focusing in and out of it, like I'm im the car w my friend and Im also in this other place. What I see is I'm in a crowd during the day, Im with some person and we're downtown. We round a corner and hear shots being fired. Its a long stretch of road with businesses and more people. Everyone starts running and I see the shooter pointing down the direction where I am. I start running and screaming, "No, no, no no! Run" When I'm screaming I'm screaming in the car again w my friend in the original setting. I can see her driving, but I also see this street where Im running in a crowd full of people from this shooter. She starts freaking out and trying to talk to me, she asked what's going on and Im still screaming, "Its a shooter its happening, run, run!" And Im saying this as im sobbing and choking through my words. So Im in the crowd again, all the while I can hear my friend screaming asking whats wrong and it gets muffled out. I am north of the shooter and I am able to run around the shooter in the crowd and he begins to turn and shoot west where I just went w the crowd. I keep looking back as I run to make sure he isn't running or walking with/towards the crowd. He stays standing in the same place and I can see him shooting into the crown. I make it south of him then he begins to turn south and shoots. This time I keep looking forward. I can see the street w people, but I can also see myself in my friends car. I hear the shots go off behind me and people screaming even louder around me I look back, see him shoot, I turn my head as im running to look forward. Then I feel a burning in my neck. In that split second, I'm back in the car w my friend and I just slump over dead! Everything went black and in that moment I opened my eyes in real life and Im at home on the couch...
When everything goes black I see flashes of a funeral, news articles, my obituary, my friend screaming in the car, her driving to the hospital, the date Oct 20th (😱) and I can FEEL heartbreak, sadness, sorrow, all in a split second before my eyes flew open and I actually woke up...Usually if I have an intense dream I'll wake suddenly sometimes crying, hyperventalating, sad, still scared... but nothing? Even if I dream about getting cut or stabbed or something crazy, there is usually a lingering sensation when I wake. I even expected my neck to hurt when I woke, but nothing...
Maybe being in a dream state my psyche was able to tap into this other universe?? The emotions of the crowd and myself were so intense that it took over and I was able to "be" in these two parallel places?... I've always been open to the unexplained and I've heard a handful of stories similar to mine on podcasts or other places, this is very interesting to me, especially the fact that I saw a date. I also saw street names but I've tried google maps and there is no place where these two streets are in the same place? The streets were Research and Brackenridge, unsure of "street", "Lane", "Avenue", etc.. Now I do live in Austin Tx and we have these streets, but theyre in no way similar or near each other like they were in this other setting I experienced.
Anyways, let me know your thoughts! I appreciate any feedback! also did I flair this correctly? So much unsure-ness.
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2023.05.20 17:11 ft420 D1 Baseball TV/Streaming for Saturday May 20 (Armed Forces Day (USA))

ET CT MT PT AWAY vs HOME TV / STREAM
10:00 AM 9:00 AM 8:00 AM 7:00 AM Binghamton at UMass-Lowell AEC TV
10:30 AM 9:30 AM 8:30 AM 7:30 AM ECU at South Florida ESPN+
11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM 8:00 AM NJIT at Albany AEC TV
11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM 8:00 AM College of Charleston at Northeastern NESN+ / FloBaseball ($)
11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM 8:00 AM Utah Valley at UT Arlington ESPN+
11:30 AM 10:30 AM 9:30 AM 8:30 AM Princeton vs Columbia ESPN+ (Ivy League GM3)
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Saint John's at Butler FloBaseball ($)
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM North Carolina at Clemson ACC Network
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Saint Joseph's at George Mason ESPN+
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Virginia at Georgia Tech ACCNX
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Elon at Hofstra FloBaseball ($)
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Bellarmine at Liberty ESPN+
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Bryant at Maine ESPN3
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Georgia State at Old Dominion ESPN+
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Maryland at Penn State BIG TEN Network
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Presbyterian at Radford ESPN+
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Fordham at Saint Louis ESPN+
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Abilene Christian at Seattle WAC International
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Florida Atlantic at UAB CUSA TV ($)
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Seton Hall at Villanova FloBaseball ($)
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Bucknell at Army (Final GM1) ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Kent State at Ball State ESPN3
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM CS Bakersfield at Baylor ESPN+ / BIG XII NOW
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Jackson State at Bethune-Cookman Youtube / CatEye Network
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM EKU at Central Arkansas BearNation Network ($)
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM MTSU at Charlotte ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Marshall at Coastal Carolina ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM UConn at Creighton FloBaseball ($)
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Northern Illinois at Eastern Michigan Eagle All-Access
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Kennesaw State at FGCU ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Charleston Southern at Gardner-Webb ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM LSU at Georgia SECN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM UNC Asheville at High Point ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM North Florida at Jacksonville ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM UTSA at LA Tech CUSA TV ($)
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Florida State at Louisville ACCNX
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Duke at Miami ACCNX
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Fort Wayne at Milwaukee ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Delaware at Monmouth FloBaseball ($)
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Pitt at NC State ACCNX
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM St. Thomas at New Mexico State WAC International
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Mount St. Mary's at Niagara Niagara SN
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Stetson at Queens ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Davidson at Richmond ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM UTRGV at Stephen F Austin WAC International
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Southern Indiana at Tennessee Tech ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Wofford at The Citadel ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Stony Brook at Towson FloBaseball ($)
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Utah Valley at UT Arlington ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Oregon at Utah PAC-12 NETWORKS
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Virginia Tech at Wake Forest ACCNX
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Central Michigan at Western Michigan Bronco All Access
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Georgetown at Xavier BEDN / FloBaseball ($)
1:15 PM 12:15 PM 11:15 AM 10:15 AM William & Mary at UNC Wilmington FloBaseball ($)
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Ohio at Akron ESPN3
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM South Alabama at Arkansas State ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Missouri at Auburn SECN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Pepperdine at BYU BYU TV
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Western Kentucky at Dallas Baptist Patriot BN
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM James Madison at Georgia Southern ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Cincinnati at Houston ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM TN Martin at Illinois B1G+ ($)
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Florida at Kentucky SECN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Houston Christian at Lamar ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM SIU Edwardsville at Lindenwood LionsVideo
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Jax State at Lipscomb ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Winthrop at Longwood ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Tulane at Memphis ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Samford at Mercer ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Southern Illinois at Murray State ESPN3
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Austin Peay at North Alabama ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM South Dakota State at North Dakota State NDSU All Access ($)
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Omaha at Northern Colorado FloBaseball ($)
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Iowa at Northwestern B1G+ ($)
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Michigan at Ohio State B1G+ ($)
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Grambling at Prairie View PVA&M stream
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Nebraska at Purdue B1G+ ($)
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM New Mexico at San Diego State MTN WEST NET / SDSU
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Campbell at SC Upstate ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Tennessee at South Carolina SEC NETWORK
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Louisiana at Southern Miss ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Sam Houston at Tarleton ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM UL Monroe at Texas State ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Evansville at UIC ESPN3
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Illinois State at Valparaiso ESPN3
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Oral Roberts at Western Illinois Leatherneck All Access
2:30 PM 1:30 PM 12:30 PM 11:30 AM Little Rock at Morehead State ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM UCLA at Arizona State PAC-12 NETWORKS
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM CS Bakersfield at Baylor ESPN+ / BIG XII NOW
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Belmont at Bradley ESPN3
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Cal Baptist at Grand Canyon ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM TCU at Kansas State ESPN+ / BIG XII NOW
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Indiana at Michigan State BIG TEN Network
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Rutgers at Minnesota B1G+ ($)
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Texas A&M at Mississippi State SECN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Nicholls at New Orleans ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Harvard vs Pennsylvania ESPN+ (Ivy League GM4)
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM FIU at Rice CUSA TV ($)
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Utah Tech at Sacramento State ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Gonzaga at Santa Clara WCC Network
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Eastern Illinois at SEMO ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Northwestern State at Southeastern ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Incarnate Word at TAMU-CC ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Alcorn at Texas Southern Youtube / TSU
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Kansas at Texas Tech ESPN+ / BIG XII NOW
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Bowling Green at Toledo ESPN3
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM App State at Troy ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Air Force at UNLV MTN WEST NET / UNLV
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Arkansas at Vanderbilt SECN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM California at Washington PAC-12 WASHINGTON
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Stanford at Washington State PAC-12 BAY AREA
3:30 PM 2:30 PM 1:30 PM 12:30 PM West Virginia at Texas LHN
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM Western Kentucky at Dallas Baptist Patriot BN
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM Elon at Hofstra FloBaseball ($)
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM Pacific at Loyola Marymount WCC Network
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM Western Carolina at Oregon State PAC-12 INSIDER
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM Portland at San Francisco WCC Network
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM Nevada at San Jose State MTN WEST NET / SJSU
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM UAPB at Southern SU JSN ($)
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM UC Irvine at UC Davis ESPN+
4:30 PM 3:30 PM 2:30 PM 1:30 PM Marshall at Coastal Carolina ESPN+
4:45 PM 3:45 PM 2:45 PM 1:45 PM William & Mary at UNC Wilmington FloBaseball ($)
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM Hawai'i at CSUN ESPN+
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM Oklahoma State at Oklahoma ESPN+
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM Tennessee at South Carolina SEC NETWORK
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM Wichita State at UCF ESPN+
6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM 3:30 PM Bowling Green at Toledo ESPN3
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Cal Poly at UC Santa Barbara ESPN+
8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM Long Beach at CS Fullerton ESPN+
9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM USC at Arizona PAC-12 NETWORKS
9:30 PM 8:30 PM 7:30 PM 6:30 PM UC San Diego at UC Riverside ESPN+
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There may be changes due to weather today. Please check your team's schedule for latest info.
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2023.05.20 05:17 ChaosReignUnderUs Matchday Thread: All Games 5/20 (May 20)

NISA

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link Match Thread
6:35 PM Flower City Union Chattanooga FC Link Thread
7:00 PM Maryland Bobcats FC Michigan Stars FC Link Thread

NISA Nation

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3:30 PM SC Union Maricopa FC Golden State Force -
5:00 PM Olympiacos CA NN Toros Neza USA -
9:00 PM Temecula FC Capo FC Link
10:00 PM Windmill City FC Modesto City FC -

Eastern Premier Soccer League

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
8:00 PM Sete Setembro USA Boston Ethiopians -
8:15 PM NY Pancyprian Freedoms Hoboken FC 1912 Link
9:00 PM KidSuper Samba AC NY Greek Americans Link

Midwest Premier League

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2:00 PM Czarni Jaslo Bavarians SC -
4:00 PM Cedars FC BiH Grand Rapids -
5:00 PM Iowa Raptors FC AFC Columbia -
5:00 PM Tulip City United FC 1927 SC Link
6:00 PM Thundercats SC Western Michigan Bearings -
6:30 PM Rockford FC Edgewater Castle FC Link
7:00 PM Berber City FC Steel City FC Link
7:00 PM Inter Detroit AIM SC -
7:00 PM Livonia City FC Michigan Stars U23s Link
7:00 PM Detroit Union Liquid Football -
8:30 PM Chicago City SC Indy Boyz FC -

Gulf Coast Premier League

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
7:15 PM Gaffa FC Louisiana Krewe II -
7:15 PM BRSC Capitals Southern States SC II -
7:15 PM StrikerZ DFW Daggers CTX -
7:15 PM Pensacola Bay United Florida Roots -
7:15 PM Gulf Coast United Hattiesburg FC -
7:15 PM SOWEGANS SC Union 10 FC -
8:00 PM FC Sharp Keys Central Texas Lobos -
8:15 PM Central Louisiana FC Crescent City FC -

Mountain Premier League

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
8:30 PM KLUTCH SOCCER CLUB COSMOS FC -

Southwest Premier League

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
9:00 PM MULENGE F.C. VALLEY 602 -
9:00 PM SPORTING ARIZONA SC SAGUAROS -

Cascadia Premier League

Time (Eastern Time) Home Away Link
TBD Seagam FC Nido Aguila C.A.S -
4:00 PM Snohomish County 2 WPFC Legends -
7:45 PM Nido Aguila 2 Bellevue Athletic 2 -
9:00 PM Spokane Shadow ASC Idaho -
10:00 PM Lacey Lights FC Washington Premier F.C. -

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2023.05.19 23:23 NarglesAreAmongUs Death in the family. No one knew.

Advice...family's drama ahead:
My cousin cut off his mother (my aunt) from contact months ago; she's an elderly woman and had sent numerous people in the family some monetary gifts. Cousin was VERY upset and he turned off her cell phone, home phone. He was expecting a hefty inheritance and didnt want anything leaving the house. He had recently got power of attorney over her.
She had in the past help pay for my degree and promised to help pay my kids college too... and I knew eventually he would change her will if he found out.
No one in the extended family could contact her either, even our family in Europe couldnt reach her. My dad (her brother) called the non-emergency police line to do a wellness check up, and then he got sent a letter from an attorney to never contact her son or her again.
Obviously everyone is concerned, my aunt was a busy-body and loved to chat with everyone for hours daily, before the cut off my cousin had even taken away Christmas and church, she wasn't allowed to decorate or celebrate. (She was a super-religious Catholic). Which she would complain about often to my mother. My mom had thoughts that the cousin would drop off the aunt in a nursing home and move on with his life. She calls around in the city in AZ (We're in FL)and the first nursing home answers with "We're not allowed to to let anyone speak with her on family's orders." So we assume she's there, my mom sends her flowers in April for her birthday.
My dad, worried about his only sister... calls her church today, whom she used to be VERY involved in. Church tells my dad she passed away May 2nd.
We're obviously heart broken to have found out like this. I've checked obituaries, the family funeral plot... and I can't find any information. I just want peace of mind, that she passed.
What do I do?
TLDR: cousin cuts off wealthy aunt from family, doesn't notify anyone she's passed.
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2023.05.19 17:02 ft420 D1 Baseball TV/Streaming for Friday May 19 (Youth and Sports Day (Turkey))

ET CT MT PT AWAY vs HOME TV / STREAM
10:00 AM 9:00 AM 8:00 AM 7:00 AM Wofford at The Citadel ESPN+
11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM 8:00 AM Harvard vs Princeton ESPN+ (Ivy League GM1)
11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM 8:00 AM Wichita State at UCF ESPN+
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Quinnipiac at Siena ESPN+
12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM 9:00 AM Dayton at UMass ESPN+
12:30 PM 11:30 AM 10:30 AM 9:30 AM Notre Dame at Boston College ACCNX
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Ohio at Akron ESPN3
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Stonehill at CCSU NEC Front Row
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Sacred Heart at Merrimack NEC Front Row
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Fort Wayne at Milwaukee ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Delaware at Monmouth FloBaseball ($)
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM College of Charleston at Northeastern NESN+ / FloBaseball ($)
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Northern Kentucky at Oakland ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Nebraska at Purdue B1G+ ($)
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Fordham at Saint Louis ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Wofford at The Citadel ESPN+
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Binghamton at UMass-Lowell AEC TV
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Oregon at Utah PAC-12 NETWORKS
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Seton Hall at Villanova FloBaseball ($)
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Long Island at Wagner NEC Front Row
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Central Michigan at Western Michigan Bronco All Access
1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM 10:00 AM Georgetown at Xavier BEDN / FloBaseball ($)
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM NJIT at Albany AEC TV
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Saint Joseph's at George Mason ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Elon at Hofstra FloBaseball ($)
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM SIU Edwardsville at Lindenwood LionsVideo
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Southern Illinois at Murray State ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Omaha at Northern Colorado FloBaseball ($)
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Davidson at Richmond ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Sam Houston at Tarleton ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Southern Indiana at Tennessee Tech ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Wichita State at UCF ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Utah Valley at UT Arlington ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Illinois State at Valparaiso ESPN+
2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM 11:00 AM Oral Roberts at Western Illinois Leatherneck All Access
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Ole Miss at Alabama SECN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Missouri at Auburn SECN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Kent State at Ball State ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Saint John's at Butler FloBaseball ($)
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Pennsylvania vs Columbia ESPN+ (Ivy League GM2)
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Northern Illinois at Eastern Michigan Eagle All-Access
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Iona at Fairfield Stags Sports Network
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Charleston Southern at Gardner-Webb ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM James Madison at Georgia Southern ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Mount St. Mary's at Niagara Niagara SN
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Georgia State at Old Dominion ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM VCU at Rhode Island ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Eastern Illinois at SEMO ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Quinnipiac at Siena ESPN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Tennessee at South Carolina SECN+
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Stony Brook at Towson FloBaseball ($)
3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM 12:00 PM Florida Atlantic at UAB CUSA TV ($)
3:30 PM 2:30 PM 1:30 PM 12:30 PM Dayton at UMass ESPN+
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM South Alabama at Arkansas State ESPN+
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM EKU at Central Arkansas BearNation Network ($)
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM Bellarmine at Liberty ESPN+
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM Bryant at Maine ESPN+
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM Grambling at Prairie View PVA&M stream
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM Presbyterian at Radford ESPN+
4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM 1:00 PM Alcorn at Texas Southern Youtube / TSU
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM Jax State at Lipscomb ESPN+
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM Little Rock at Morehead State ESPN+
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM Iowa at Northwestern B1G+ ($)
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM Michigan at Ohio State B1G+ ($)
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM Maryland at Penn State BIG TEN Network
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM Portland at San Francisco WCC Network
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM Campbell at SC Upstate ESPN+
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM Abilene Christian at Seattle WAC International
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM ECU at South Florida ESPN+
5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM 2:00 PM VMI at UMBC AEC TV
5:30 PM 4:30 PM 3:30 PM 2:30 PM Southern Indiana at Tennessee Tech ESPN+
5:30 PM 4:30 PM 3:30 PM 2:30 PM UC Irvine at UC Davis ESPN+
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM Jackson State at Bethune-Cookman Youtube / CatEye Network
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM MTSU at Charlotte ESPN+
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM North Carolina at Clemson ACCNX
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM Marshall at Coastal Carolina ESPN+
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM Hawai'i at CSUN ESPN+
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM LSU at Georgia SECN+
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM Virginia at Georgia Tech ACCNX
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM UNC Asheville at High Point ESPN+
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM Winthrop at Longwood ESPN+
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM Florida State at Louisville ACCNX
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM Samford at Mercer ESPN+
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM Pitt at NC State ACCNX
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM Stetson at Queens ESPN+
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM William & Mary at UNC Wilmington FloBaseball ($)
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM Virginia Tech at Wake Forest ACCNX
6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM 3:00 PM Stanford at Washington State PAC-12 NETWORKS
6:15 PM 5:15 PM 4:15 PM 3:15 PM Missouri at Auburn SECN+
6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM 3:30 PM Kennesaw State at FGCU ESPN+
6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM 3:30 PM James Madison at Georgia Southern ESPN+
6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM 3:30 PM Florida at Kentucky SECN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Ole Miss at Alabama SECN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Notre Dame at Boston College ACC Network
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Belmont at Bradley ESPN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM UConn at Creighton FloBaseball ($)
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM TN Martin at Illinois B1G+ ($)
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM North Florida at Jacksonville ESPN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM TCU at Kansas State ESPN+ / BIG XII NOW
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM UTSA at LA Tech CUSA TV ($)
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Houston Christian at Lamar ESPN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Duke at Miami ACCNX
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Rutgers at Minnesota B1G+ ($)
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Texas A&M at Mississippi State SECN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Austin Peay at North Alabama ESPN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Tennessee at South Carolina SECN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Northwestern State at Southeastern ESPN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM UAPB at Southern SU JSN ($)
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Louisiana at Southern Miss ESPN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Incarnate Word at TAMU-CC ESPN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM UL Monroe at Texas State ESPN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Bowling Green at Toledo ESPN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM App State at Troy ESPN+
7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM 4:00 PM Evansville at UIC ESPN+
7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM CS Bakersfield at Baylor ESPN+ / BIG XII NOW
7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM Western Kentucky at Dallas Baptist Patriot BN
7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM Cincinnati at Houston ESPN+
7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM Indiana State at Missouri State ESPN+
7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM Nicholls at New Orleans ESPN+
7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM South Dakota State at North Dakota State NDSU All Access ($)
7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM Oklahoma State at Oklahoma ESPN+
7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM FIU at Rice CUSA TV ($)
7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM UTRGV at Stephen F Austin WAC International
7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM West Virginia at Texas LHN
7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM Kansas at Texas Tech ESPN+ / BIG XII NOW
7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM 4:30 PM VMI at UMBC AEC TV
8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM Pepperdine at BYU BYU TV
8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM Indiana at Michigan State BIG TEN Network
8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM St. Thomas at New Mexico State WAC International
8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM Cal Poly at UC Santa Barbara ESPN+
8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM 5:00 PM Arkansas at Vanderbilt SEC NETWORK
8:30 PM 7:30 PM 6:30 PM 5:30 PM Western Carolina at Oregon State PAC-12 INSIDER
9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM USC at Arizona PAC-12 ARIZONA
9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM UCLA at Arizona State PAC-12 NETWORKS
9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM Long Beach at CS Fullerton ESPN+
9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM Saint Mary's at Fresno State MTN WEST NET / FRES
9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM Pacific at Loyola Marymount WCC Network
9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM Utah Tech at Sacramento State ESPN+
9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM New Mexico at San Diego State MTN WEST NET / SDSU
9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM Nevada at San Jose State MTN WEST NET / SJSU
9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM Gonzaga at Santa Clara WCC Network
9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM Air Force at UNLV MTN WEST NET / UNLV
9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM 6:00 PM California at Washington PAC-12 NETWORKS
9:30 PM 8:30 PM 7:30 PM 6:30 PM UC San Diego at UC Riverside ESPN+
10:00 PM 9:00 PM 8:00 PM 7:00 PM Cal Baptist at Grand Canyon ESPN+
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There may be changes due to weather today. Please check your team's schedule for latest info.
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2023.05.19 05:40 tallguyfilms Astronaut Formula 1 Fan Gets Last Wish

Original posts are from formula1, a subreddit dedicated to the FIA's F1 open-wheel racing series.
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Astronaut F1 fan in need (not click bait) - (Oct 10, 2022)

Dear Reddit,
My name is Stacy, and I live in South Austin. My friend and former grad school advisor, Sam, is a long-time F1 racing fan. Unfortunately, he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease last summer. Recently, I was shocked to learn that he has never been to a Formula 1 race in his life! Long story short, my husband and I were able to share our 4 tickets with him and his wife to attend this year’s US Grand Prix event in Austin.
He means a lot to me, really was like a father to me while I was in school - and has had an accomplished career as a scientist and NASA astronaut (been to space twice!). We want to make the experience extra special for him, while he can still enjoy it. He's a huge car guy and used to race in his younger days, so we'd love to get him up close to one of the cars, see the pit area, or -- shooting for the moon here, pun intended -- meet a driver. He is so excited just to be coming here, any extra experience would be amazing.
Does anyone know somebody or have contacts with F1 to make this happen for him?
We also are reaching out to folks at COTA -- just casting a wide net here -- to see if anyone can help. Thank you in advance!
PS - I can verify his and my identity privately if needed.
UPDATE: I spoke with Sam and his wife this afternoon. I told them about this post and the massive response it's gotten, they are just floored. I read some of the funny comments to them and they laughed. Thanks for everyone's positivity, efforts, and especially thanks for the pm's. Even if nothing comes of this, we still have our original seat tickets. I'll try to post pics and an update later! Thank you!
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Follow-up to "Astronaut F1 fan in need" - Oct 30, 2022

We did it Reddit! THANK YOU!
TL;DR
I want to thank everyone who upvoted my original post and spread the word on Twitter about Sam Durrance and him attending his first F1 race (Austin GP). He's been following F1 since he was 4 years old (he's 79 now) but has never attended a race, and was diagnosed with Alzheimer's last summer. I shared my tickets with him, and reached out on here and Twitter to see if we could make the experience extra special, and we did! Let's just say he had a smile plastered on his face the entire weekend!
Our Race Story
At first I wasn't sure if posting on Reddit was a good idea-- I'm a private person and I generally don't like the spotlight. But I love this man like a father, and I'm glad I took a chance, and ESPECIALLY that you all took a chance on us too. THANK YOU from me and my DH, Sam, and his wife.
As some of you guessed, the man in question is Dr. Sam Durrance. He was a payload specialist on Astro-1 (Columbia, 1990) and Astro-2 (Endeavour, 1995). He and his wife Becky, were thrilled to come to the USGP. After I posted, COTA reached out and they offered us tickets to the pit walk on Thursday afternoon. We went directly from the airport to the track! Sam really got a kick watching the teams practice tire changes. Even if that was all that happened, we would have been happy.
In addition, one of the Alpine team NDT technicians, Matt, had reached out via PM to offer a personal tour of their garage. Being a technical and instrument guy, we knew Sam would LOVE this, so we conspired (with his wife) to surprise him. We took him to Alpine’s garage during the pit walk, and they opened the fence to let us though. The staff was kind and amazing. Since Sam was a racer back in his younger days, they gave him the full technical tour, which he followed closely and really enjoyed. The Alpine staff was asking him questions about his experiences in space, and they loved his stories, too. They even let him hold Esteban Ocon’s steering wheel!
While all this was going on, my dear husband, who I love, wondered out loud “I wish we could meet a driver.” Another technician heard, and 2 minutes later, out walks Esteban Ocon, who is actually a giant. Esteban spent a few minutes talking to Sam. They were both smiling a LOT.
To thank them, Sam’s wife Becky, gave Matt and Esteban patches from Sam’s shuttle missions. We found out later that Ocon said it was really cool that he got to meet an astronaut. And that made me very happy. They gave us Alpine hats, which we wore proudly for the entire weekend. We cheered hard for Ocon and Alonso (despite side mirror shenanigans).
In the end we made it to FP2, all of Quali, and the driver parade and race. This experience also brought Sam and I closer together, and strengthened the bond between our families. Becky especially wanted me to express how extremely special this was for Sam, and that she could not have done for him on her own. Now he's home, and he won't stop talking about it to anyone that will listen. "He won't ever forget this."
I want to thank COTA and Alpine Racing for making Sam’s first F1 race an amazing experience. My husband and I will always have a special place in our hearts for Alpine Racing and Reddit. I pretty much despise social media, but y'all have restored my faith that such power can be used for good, not evil.
Race day (Sam and Becky Durrance in the stands)
Race day
Alpine garage tour (OOP and Sam posing with Esteban Ocon in the Alpine garage)
Ocon's new shuttle patches (Esteban Ocon displaying two space shuttle patches from Sam)
Thursday pit walk (OOP, Sam, and Becky posing in the pit lane)
Sam can drive! (Sam holding an Alpine steering wheel)
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Astronaut F1 fan in need - conclusion - May 5, 2023

Dear Reddit,
I'm sad to share the news that my beloved friend and mentor, a two-time astronaut and lifelong F1 fan, Dr. Sam Durrance, 79, passed away today. After being hospitalized for a fall, he soon entered hospice care, while his family and friends visited for comfort and farewells. He passed away peacefully near his home in Florida, surrounded by family.
His F1-related legacy on Reddit started with a request from me here in formula1, to help make his first ever in-person race attendance extra special. Thanks to you, Reddit, we did it. I'm told by a mutual friend that in his last days of consciousness, he had a few lucid moments; during one of the visitations, he reminisced about his days as a young man racing cars and working on engines -- and then re-told the story of his trip to the Austin GP last year. Even with Alzheimer's, a horrible disease that so viciously attacks short term memory, that experience was so powerful, he carried it to his final moments.
I'm so grateful this community rallied to upvote, comment, forward, and repost to make that happen for him. You made a difference in all our lives, and his family and mine thank you. Deepest heartfelt thanks especially to Matt ( u/mattbrom ), BWT Alpine F1 Team, and Ms. Fuentes at COTA.
Here is an obituary.
Here is the family statement (in comments).
Photo of OOP, Sam, and Becky posing with an Alpine front wing
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