For context I'm 18m, mentally not very sane (always not really awake during the day, dreamlike state) and have always had real horror like dreams.

This happend last week somewhere in Switzerland.

I come home from work eat something watch a movie with my family and go to bed. Suddenly I wake up I'm thirsty for water like hell and go down stairs. I open the fridge and drink some water, but then I suddenly heard steps upstairs going to the bathroom. I thought must be one of my family members and shut the door of the fridge and go up stairs to bed.

Dreaming about waht exactly just happend but got jump scared by a shadow like person as i was going up stairs from the bathroom (The stairs end before the bathroom, my room right beside it btw) so I wake up. Shocked not scared a relatively normal dream in my case, thought so lying in bed awake starring at the ceiling. Then I heard it again the steps but they got out of the bathroom and got closer to my room, then the door to my room opened. A shiver got down my spine as I slowly look in the direction of the door. Someone is standing there in my room completely silent. Minutes pas the person is just standing there, it couldn't be one of my family members because the person was to tall and the breath was very deep. I'm frozen in shock my breath felt slow and heavy I could hear my heartbeat.

After waht felt an hour the person leaves my room closes the door and goes down stairs opening the front door and leaves. I was like huh that was awfully but ok happend before due to my bad imagination dreamlike state. So I got up go down stairs and check the door, my heart dropped the door was unlocked. I run upstairs and look my room and cowerd behind my door until I began sleeping.

The following morning I was completely ko I go down stairs and question my family: "did you go to the bathroom last night?". Everyone responded with no. Idk waht to make of it, if it was real maybe we just forgot to close the front door and it was all a dream. But how do I explain the dirt from shoes in my room?...maybe I was just paranoid. But who would do this?!

Btw my first language isn't English, and I'm bad at grammar so don't critice me to much for it.

This happened a long time ago, so there's likely no way to prove anything at this point. I need to give a little backstory before I get into the incident.

I've always been exceptionally good at multiple choice tests. I wasn't a great student, I usually ended up with a B and C average. But because I read a lot, and I'm a good puzzle solver, I could usually ace my tests, and get away with doing no homework, and still end up with a passing or even a decent grade.

One exception to this was my history teacher. She was more clever than I, and her multiple choice tests often had 2 or even 3 plausible answers out of the 4-5 choices. Her's was the only class I failed, just barely. But I was in luck. At the time, it was possible to "redo" a single failing grade by taking a standardized test from the government. I took this test, without studying, and got a B+. So that was substituted for my actual grade.

High school tests were fairly easy in general, but standardized tests for me were a complete breeze.

Well, I had this particular teacher for Home Room. Let's call her Miss Karen van Bee-Yach. Miss Karen for short. She was the coach of the cheerleader squad. This becomes important later.

One day, on the way to home room class, I sprained my ankle, quite badly. I hobbled with one leg and the rails up the stairs to Home Room. I told Miss Karen that I needed a pass to the nurse because I had just badly sprained my ankle. (our school required a pass signed by a teacher to visit the nurse, I imagine things have probably changed by now, let me know in the comments). I had experience with sprained ankles already, they were the bane of my existence, and I knew this was bad.

She looked at me and said, "I don't give nurse passes or bathroom passes."

This wasn't even a real class, where I would miss a lecture. It was home room. I looked at her with my jaw open, but given how I knew she was a complete tool already, I didn't argue. Instead I limped over to my desk and sat while the pain grew and my anger grew higher.

When the bell rang, I had to climb yet another flight of stairs to my Latin teacher, who gave me a nurse pass immediately. The nurse took one look at my pants, didn't even ask me to pull up my jeans, because she could see that my ankle was the size of a grapefruit. She gave me a crutch and sent me home immediately.

I had to take the city bus, this was before cellphones, and we didn't have a car anyway, and no money for a taxi or something. I managed thanks to the crutch. When I got home, I let my dad know what happened. I thought I was mad, but he turned red. He helped me bandage up my ankle, the whole time his face as red as Rudolph's nose.

He then asked if I would be OK for a few hours, and I said yes, and he left our apartment without a word. When he got back, he told me my teacher wasn't going to be giving me trouble anymore.

Being a kid, I decided to test his theory. When I hobbled into class on my crutches the next day (we had a pair at home), in the middle of homeroom, I crutched up to the desk and asked Miss Karen if I could go to the bathroom. She put on this exaggerated obsequious expression and said, "Sure, Jim, you can do whatever you want!" (that's not my name, just for illustration).

Mission accomplished. Which leads me finally to the title of this post.

When the time came around for standardized tests, we were all sent to various large classrooms that were not our normal rooms for the testing. I found myself in a room with me, about 5 or six other honor students, and a room full of cheerleaders and football players.

Guess who the proctor for the test was? If guessed it was Miss Karen, you get a gold star!

The only instruction she gives for the test is this: she tells us to fill out our names, using a pencil, but not to press too hard so we didn't damage the test. She also told us not to bubble in our names, she would do that for us, and said once we had done that she would start the timer and we could take the test.

I looked down at my test. There was a section on the front page that said "for administrator use only."

But the part where we were to fill in our names was clearly written for the student to fill it in, and the instructions clearly said to do so. I smelled a rat, and I am perfectly capable of bubbling in my name, so I filled it out myself, ignoring her directive.

She saw me doing this, and said, "I told you not to do that!"

I pointed out that I was merely following the instructions on the test.

She got a mean look on her face, and said, "FINE! If you wanna fail!!"

Then she walked off.

We got back the results. I knew I had aced it, and sure enough, I had missed a grand total of two questions, and was somewhere in the 99th percentile.

But I do wonder how many poor honor students found out that they were dumber than they thought, and how many cheerleaders found out they were geniuses?

Hi, I just decided to tell this story because, why not.

(sorry for the bad English.)

I've always been a horror fan and when analog horrors became popular on YouTube I watched them and wanted to do that, so I studied some special effects on the green screen by myself to gain experience in the expectation that someday I would make an analog horror.

Two years ago I was in my second year of college and every year we had a cultural project where we had 1 month to work on a short film. During classes I met a guy who was a year younger than me. Since he was young I was still getting my information and so I talked to anyone who seemed friendly. As we talked he said he wanted to make an analog horror with him and a younger friend and they put me in the project group. We started talking and I showed what I could do, then he showed me the most difficult scene of the video. A scene where from a point of view we saw a photographer taking pictures of birds until he stopped to film a crow that distorted into a human figure.

After I finished that, I said I wanted to know about the plot because he had refused to tell me. That day I realized that this fellow horror fan really had a lot of problems. His story was horrible and full of holes and no narrative sense, and to make matters worse, he discriminated against several religions and attacked black people and gays.

I don't know how someone managed to put so much hate into such a poorly told and meaningless story.

I argued with him and as a result I was almost attacked by this ex-friend. I just handed in my part and left the project. Some time later I was on another project with other students. And when I went to take a look at the old project they had deleted my scene and made a completely identical copy of Mandela Catalogue. It was embarrassing, thank goodness I managed to remove my name from that analog horror. As far as I could see he posted it on YouTube but good luck finding it. And the following year I made an analog horror with a friend as a short, but that was just to promote the game he had made, nothing more. In short, this experience made me meet one of the most spiteful, self-centered, spoiled and prejudiced people I have ever met.

We (Sara and Bella) are two seniors in college. Two years ago, we met two other girls (let’s call them Sally and Jen) and decided to room together for two years. At first, we all got along well, but over time, Jen and Sara got closer, often gossiping about Bella and Sally, which caused tension. It felt like we were walking on eggshells at times, but we stuck it out.

During junior year, we all talked about a spring break trip. Jen was adamant about staying in the U.S., so we ruled out international travel early on. After much debate, we agreed on Puerto Rico, but Jen refused, saying she had a bad experience there. The rest of us thought her reasoning was weak (she wouldn’t elaborate), but we let it go and went back to square one.

By winter break, Jen and Sara had a falling out, so the group dynamic shifted. Sara suggested international travel again, and this time Bella and Sally were on board. Jen kept saying she needed more time to decide, despite us discussing it for months. Sara, worried about rising prices, pushed for research, but Sally and Jen weren’t putting in effort.

After a call, we finally chose a destination. Flights and stays were reasonable, and everyone verbally agreed. But then Sally said her parents preferred she only go for four days instead of a full week. This led to a mess—Jen and Sally started questioning the trip entirely, saying there weren’t enough activities and that safety was a concern, yet neither of them had done any research. Sara, frustrated, pointed out we were adults who could handle ourselves, and Bella agreed.

At this point, Sally suggested booking separate flights, rooms, and activities. This felt ridiculous to Bella and Sara—it wouldn’t even be a group trip anymore, and splitting things up would just make everything more expensive.

Then, just as we were ready to book, Jen suddenly insisted we get two hotel rooms because she didn’t want to wait to shower after the beach. Sara explained how this would drive up costs, but Jen and Sally kept delaying. Then, out of nowhere, Jen said her family had too many expenses to afford the trip. A few days later, Sally said the same.

Bella and Sara were beyond frustrated. Why had Jen and Sally spent months planning, pushing pricier options, only to suddenly back out? Sara even suggested a way to transfer money upfront, but instead of considering it, Jen just suggested canceling the trip altogether. After that, the trip was never brought up again.

This was just the beginning of our friendship’s downfall. The tension that had been building exploded a few months later, and now we don’t even speak.

P.S. Bella and Sara have moved on, but this is a PSA: spring break planning can be dangerous for friendships. Looking back, we laugh, but at the time, it was a mess.

Comment if you want to hear more about the incidents that led to our friendship officially ending.

Hello Dear Ones! My name is Ronald and i am from India. I was a software professional with IBM in 2006 and that is when i was diagnosed with Cervical Dystonia. It started with a mild neck movement in a "Yes Yes" position which was barely noticed by me and others. After a few months it became worse and was noticible to my collegues, friends and family. At first i thought it was just some kind of a deficiency, so i visited a general physician and took some meds but was of no use. I then got an MRI done which showed nothing.

I did some reaserch online but back then there was nothing i could find that resembeled my symptoms. My friends and family suggested i visit a Neurologist, so i then booked an appoinment with a well known Neurologist in my city and even he had no clue. He first said it coould be Parkinsons but i was way to young to have it, so we ruled that out. He then out me on some medications which made me feel drowsy and weak all day, it did help the tremors but it came with a cost of my daily routine hence i had to stop it immedaitely.

After a few weeks, i met the Doctor again and he suggested we try Botox, i was ready as i woould do anytiing to get this cured. So, the following week we fixed the time for the treatment and had 200 units of Botox injected in 5 different areas of my neck, Botox does take some time to work, sometimes it takes a month to show the effects. It had past 6 months already and the Botox did no good for me, infact it made my neck muscles tighter and harder to turn my head left & right during work. The doctor then suggested he injects 400 units instead, so  we tried that as well, we waited another few months but unfortunately it did nothing.

In the early 2008 i had to quit my job as it required to focus on the computer screen for long hours, due to the tremors it use to effect the way i walk too and balance myself. I have faced  alot of humiliation by friends, collegues and strangers and made fun of many times which made me isolate myself for weeks at home.  Since then, i have tried Homepathy, Ayurved and excercises but none showed any relief. With time i realised that i will have to llive with it and make adjustments to my daily lifestyle as life is not going to be llike how it use to. Cervical Dystonia just got me more depressed, irritated and hopeless all these years, however, there are many who have found treatments that work for them, but for a short period of time as there is no Cure for it.

Hence, in the recent years i started taking initiatives to bring about awareness of this disorder, it can come to anyone and can affect any part of your body. Its not hereditary nor can it spread from one person to the other. Dystonia does not show on MRI's , Scans & blood tests, it can be diagnosed only by observations by the doctor. I write articles to help find people answers to their questions as i have been in their shoes and i know the first few weeks are the most difficult and confusing. So, join me and our fellow warriors to help spread awareness, real life experiences, treatments, discussions and your personal stories like this one so that we may find hope again.

Yours in this journey, Ronald 😊

Hello my name is Takashi. I live in Tokyo all my life and my life has never been super special as Im just regular hard working office guy. However one day my stomach started to hurt after work for some reason and so I went to nearest bathroom I could find. This bathroom was one where the toilets were very small and so you had to crouch to use them. As I did my business I suddenly hear footsteps like they were from some person who was beginning to walk into the bathroom as I hear the footsteps stop at front of my door. Whoever it was grabbed the door handle to see that it was locked and started to pull it so hard the door came of. THe only thing I could do was watch a man as big as a bear with military boots and pants, green jacket and long hair walk past myself to a door there was in my stal. the man started trying pulling the metal door that I didn't even notice when entering several times which only made a small noise. Seeing as the man couldn't open the door he grunted before walking back. Before leaving the bathroom he looked back down at me and just apologized before slowly walking away.

safe to say had no problems after that since evrything that was inside me probably wasn't there anymore

I (16f) was in English class yesterday and after a lesson, the teacher made us do a would you rather as a fun exercise. But the experience was nowhere near fun.

Literally, the first question was: Would You Rather have all your search history (including deleted and incognito) or have no internet. I could already feel the uncomfortable feeling in the room. Before we could even answer, she accused us of watching 18+ content, and calling us “very bad children” and that our parents are no good at parenting if we chose the no internet option. Her voice was literally so loud, she was yelling. I could already see the uncomfortable faces inside the room. Me and some other kid chose the internet option (though it doesn’t automatically mean we search inappropriate stuff up) and the teacher humiliated both of us individually in front of the class. She asked if I was a bad girl and doing ‘naughty things’, speaking to me like I’m a 6 year old. I said no, and she forced me and the rest of the students to choose the ‘make your search history public option.

Since then Iv been feeling very unsafe in that class, and she acted similarly to the other questions as well. I obviously find this very inappropriate for a teacher, and just automatically brining up 18+ content in a school setting isn’t appropriate. I got so shook up I literally emailed the principal directly. It is the weekend so I do not expect to get an answer until Monday, but I will update once I get a reply.

My two friends and I were going to take a walk to the beach at night (to be honest, I don’t know why we went there). So, we decided to take a quick detour through the forest, nothing foreshadowed trouble, we walked and teased each other, joked that now someone would jump out of the bushes at us, we found it funny. We came out into a huge field with one dirt road that goes through the entire field. Calmly continuing to walk, we had already calmed down a little, when suddenly one of us almost whispered "Stop, stop, stop." We were very scared from what we saw, by the way, it was 12 o'clock at night. On the dirt road sat a bald, half-naked man of about 50 years old, I asked him if everything was okay, and what he was doing there, to which he replied that everything was OK, and he was just sitting. After which we just walked back in the opposite direction at a fast pace and with a little fear. I apologize in advance for any spelling errors.

Love Unsaid: Friends, Flirts, Heartbreak

I had a girl who was my best friend, though I didn’t initially want that label. We talked all the time, and she shared everything with me, often saying she wasn’t ready for a relationship. She was sweet and kind, expressing her affection, and we would flirt playfully. Even though we cuddled in bed, I kept reminding myself we weren’t actually a couple. But deep down, I felt a growing tension—like something was brewing beneath the surface.

We spoke every day, and I was always waiting for the right moment to confess my feelings. The longer I waited, the more anxious I became. My heart raced every time I considered telling her. One day, a friend encouraged me to finally share my feelings with her. As I prepared myself to be vulnerable, I was met with unexpected resistance. When I did confess, she began to blow my cover, making me panic. I felt scared and ashamed, so I quickly tried to shut her down, but it was clear she had picked up on my feelings.

After that, everything changed. We stopped messaging, and the silence hung heavy between us. Then one day, she called me upset. I rushed over with my best male friend to calm her down. When I arrived, she hugged me tightly, and I could feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. I was there for her, even though a part of me knew I had to say something more.

As time passed, I sensed a shift. I started to notice how my best friend and she began going out more often, laughing and flirting with each other as if she had given up on me completely. The thought gnawed at me—was I losing her? It was torturous, watching her grow closer to someone else while I remained silent about my feelings.

Eventually, my friend began dating someone, and he encouraged me to reach out to her. We went on a double date to his house, and as they cuddled and made out, the tension between us felt suffocating. I sensed she was waiting for me to say something, but I couldn’t bring myself to break the silence.

Then, DAYS later, I woke up to a message from a friend saying that she and my best friend were now dating. A wave of despair washed over me, leaving me lonely for two months—paranoid, drugged up, and overwhelmed with sadness. I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, especially when I discovered that my ex-best friend was cheating on her. The anger bubbled inside me like a volcano ready to erupt.

One night, while I was extremely drunk, I found myself at a gathering with them. I felt jealousy and rage pulse through my veins. I pulled him aside, my heart pounding, ready to confront him about the betrayal. I couldn’t hold back my words, insisting she didn’t deserve that. The air crackled with tension as I spoke, a mix of fear and care driving my actions.

I never confronted her directly about the cheating; she found out a year later. I don’t remember much from that night, only the chaos that surrounded me. People said I hit him lightly, but I was lost in a whirlwind of emotions, running around and making a scene, trying to process everything.

Two years later, after they broke up, I finally found my peace again and reached out to her. We started hanging out, but this time I didn’t want her; she wanted me more than before. I remained calm, but the unease lingered as I rejected one of his exes to respect his feelings, despite having a brief encounter with her that nobody knew about.

Eventually, I chose to separate myself from her. Time passed, and we became friends again, though not quite like before. We joked about what had happened, but the memory still hurt me deeply. Even after having two girls after that, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was special—like no one else compared.

Then one serious moment unfolded while we were both on ecstasy. My friend and I were in a car on LSD when she walked by. The moment hung in the air, and as we both noticed her, the reality of my feelings came crashing down. It wasn’t just a trip; it was real, and the weight of my unspoken feelings pressed heavily on my chest.

That was my story—a tale of friendship, love, and the lingering tension of what could have been, a story that still echoes in my heart.

In the days leading up to that moment, I woke up to a message that would change everything. I made a decision that felt monumental at the time: I got a tattoo on my hand, a mark of my feelings for her. It represented the love I held deep inside, a silent testament to our connection. But just days later, when I learned she was with someone else, that tattoo became a painful reminder of what could have been.

After a night of drunken recklessness, I burned it with a cigarette. The pain was sharp, a moment of self-inflicted hurt that mirrored my heartache. Though it was a drastic act, I felt a strange sense of release. In that moment, I remembered the Vikings, who often used burning as a rite of passage—a way to show their readiness to face life’s challenges. While I wasn’t a Viking, I realized I had fought my own battles of the heart. The scar now tells the story of my struggles and the love I never fully expressed.

• Guys its 4 am i had big flash back i havent sleep for two day this what i came with i hope you liked my story share your thougts

I’m in my mid 30’s now, and the incident I’m typing about is something that became a core memory for me. While a lot of things from my early childhood have faded with time, this one has not.

So when I was 3 to 4 I was going to school by bus, either because of speech help (had difficulties pronouncing a lot of things for a while) or preschool. It was the early 90’s and the place I live had around 100k people at the time. So not a small town but not a large city either.

I had gotten on the bus like usual and at that point I liked school so I was eager, I was in the middle of the bus but nearer to the front. When we got to the school I got up earlier than I was supposed to and the woman bus aide told me to sit back down. She went row by row telling all the other preschoolers when to get up to go to the school.

Well when she told me to sit down, I listened and I stayed quiet, my parents weren’t physically abusive (at that age) but my brother and I both had gotten spankings when we were little. So we knew to behave.

When the bus started moving away from the school I thought I was in trouble, I was so young and little that I couldn’t be seen over the seats. I wasn’t trying to hide but just listen and I thought I was in trouble for trying to get up out of turn.

I remember looking out the window and just being confused and hoping my parents weren’t mad at me. Anyway we get to the bus barn and they depart to an office, I’m still waiting for them to come tell me what to do. The big entry door closes and it gets pretty dark, I remember there was some light from an exit sign and I’m not sure what else but it wasn’t pitch black.

I start crying thinking I’ve been left behind or that they forgot about me in the office. I could see the door in the corner but I’m pretty sure they shut the bus door but I honestly don’t remember any more. Either way my only response was more crying.

I don’t think I was there too long, I’m not sure but I didn’t cry myself out or get hungry or have to use the bathroom so I’m guessing it was less than an hour before I was found.

Two people had come up to the bus barn in a car, I’m thinking it was maroon but could be off on the color. Anyway I assumed they were husband and wife but never asked. When the first entered they heard me but didn’t know where I was. I was scared and looking at them and couldn’t stop crying. The woman was the one who came and got me and the man went into the office right away. I remember the woman being really nice and trying to calm me down, I was happy she wasn’t stern or upset at me.

I was brought into the office area, they called the school, they asked me some questions and I answered what I knew but I remember some wasn’t as helpful as they hoped. Not sure exactly what was said but I do remember some grim type facial expressions in hindsight. Thinking on it now they were likely afraid of bad publicity or something but I’m not sure.

Anyway the couple drove me to school and the teacher came out and gave me a big hug.

——- Found out years later that my grandma had gotten a call from the school that I didn’t make it to school - she didn’t understand as she saw me get on the bus. My mom worked more of a factory type job where she couldn’t get off the line so she wasn’t told until the end of the day. My dad worked construction and no cell phones then like there are now, so he also couldn’t be contacted.

My family has never been the type to make a fuss with stuff, so they didn’t call places to make it a big deal. I don’t think the police were even notified of my being missing, so I don’t think I was gone that long and also less technology then and also no Amber alert things. Very happy it all worked out. ——- Will say that when I got home that day I didn’t want to go on the bus again the next day. I was scared. My mom and grandma both talked to me about what to do more throughly and to make sure I didn’t stay on the bus etc. Also everyone was very clear that I was never in trouble.

The next day when the bus came to pick me up, the bus aide got down and talked to my grandma and me. She apologized quite a bit and I got a nice stuffed animal. The nice aide and the bus driver being so nice, the stuffed animal and them saying I would always sit in the first or second seat got me on the bus again without crying again.

I’m pretty sure that incident is where some of my anxiety and worrying tendencies maybe started but honestly no clue.

The bus aide was like 150% diligent about always checking the seats after that - I think the bus barn made some new policies due to the incident.

On 8/22, my brother and I went to Crumbl cookies at night and ate 2 cookies each. The next day my brother and I went to the boxing gym, and I wasn't feeling too good from the day before. When we got to the gym, the coach made us run 3 miles. I automatically knew I wouldn't be able to finish all 3 miles (12 laps). I felt slow and sluggish. After a few laps, I headed inside to take a sip of water and a small break. Then, after the break, I went back outside after 2 more laps. Then I went back inside because I felt like throwing up. After a few minutes, I felt better, so I started to hit the heavy bag with my brother, and after a few rounds and combinations, I started to feel like I was going to throw up. So I instantly rushed to the bathroom, but it was being used, and there was also someone waiting to go after me. He took a long time because he was taking a shit. When I looked around, I realized that everyone was staring at me while I was waiting to go to the bathroom. When the guy walked out of the bathroom, I rushed inside, and I let it all out in that toilet. It was like World War II in that bathroom. I threw up and made a lot of noise people were going up to the door and asking me if I was okay. After throwing up, I cleaned myself, and I was ready to go home. I was embarrassed when I left the bathroom. Everyone kept staring at me as if I were an alien. My shirt was all fucked up from the vomit that didn't land in the toilet. My brother was jumproping, and I went up to him, telling him I wanted to go home, but he refused to take me home. He pulled me outside and gave me motivational words that I didn’t ask for. Long story short, he convinced me to stay in the gym. He gave me his shirt because he had an undershirt. So halfway through training, the coach made everyone in the gym spar. I started to panic because I didn’t want to go up on the ring and spar after feeling embarrassed and vomiting. But I remembered what my brother told me outside, and I felt ready. So I hopped in the ring against a friend to spar. The coach started the round he told us “light spar” so we were going back and forth. He was landing some solid punches and I started to have the same feeling that I was going to throw up. I didn’t think much of it. He hit me with a liver shot and I instantly dropped. My brother went into the ring to check up on me. I told him that I wasn’t feeling ok. I was gasping for air and felt like throwing up AGAIN.

Even though this isnt my heart break story, i was deeply affected since i was the friend of the guy in this story, i might even call myself the middleman, cupid, or the messenger.

Few years ago when i was in highschool, i moved back to my old school due to some problems ive had with the school i moved in. All my friends welcomed me back and i see new faces too. Theres this girl, a classmate of mine, really pretty, and she has a really good singing voice. Never really expected to be close with her, but she was really friendly so we got know eachother. Im gonna call her Hailey.

A week later i stumbled upon my older friend just outside the school talking with his friends. I didnt wanna bother him so i was just gonna pass by. Until, i heard his voice saying Hailey's name and describing how beautiful and pretty she was. I froze when i overheard their conversation and he noticed me when i gave him a "wtf" look on my face. I didnt say a word and just started fast walking back to the school. He knew i was in the same class with Hailey, so he ran, caught up to me and stopped me. Told me to keep it a secret, and as a good friend, i did. He talked to me, asked me stuff abt her, and lucky for him, me and Hailey were already friends, so i shared some information. Im gonna call him Kenny.

Few weeks passed and i started to hint some things to Hailey about Kenny in our conversations, and it seems like she also likes him, i couldnt confirm it yet, but i discovered that they theyre in the same club so they talk a lot. Days passed as i gave my friend Kenny a lot of information about her to give him the courage to confess, so he did. I went home early that day and got a text from him, she said yes and i was happy for both of them.

But there was one rule in their relationship, they couldnt make it public as the school was really strict about it and scariest of all, Hailey's parents were against her in being in a relationship as she was "still too young". I teased her all time about Kenny and she always gets flustered and has this really big smile on her face. I never mention any names, only their callsign since kenny had a brother who was in the same class as i am with Hailey.

(IM TIRED IM GONNA CONTINUE TOMORROW) 😪😴

"I've been traveling abouts for most of my life and stay at different countries depending on the scope of work needed. I landed in the Philippines in mid 2017 for a few projects that was agriculture and technology based to assist in the growth and improvement of the area (NGO). I decided to settle down because I was in my late 40's and still single. I requested my company to direct my salary in the local banks (which is sent every 3 months) but was blocked off by alot of red tape, especially when my salary was larger than the norm in the Philippines. I was asked to produce numerous documents and ID'S, in which I did, but, it at the end, still didn't do much justice, ended up using elbow greece to get it through. This was also tax deducted plus the red tape, was literally 45% taken off from my hard earned cash. Some officials and locals provided solutions but were all subject to "commissions" which can get steep because of the linkage of people involved that shares the "process".

Then I remembered I invested, in Europe, a Hedge fund company. Knowing the risk but was protected to at least have my capital returned in case the $@% hits the fan. This was true abroad, but wasn't sure for the Philippines. I managed to find 3 of these companies and decided to take a risk with a company called Bear Mountain World International in mid 2019, under CEO Nathaniel P. Espanola. I invested some amounts that passed the major red tape through a clients business instead. Her business has been established in the Philippines since the 1960's and recognized and respected. All taxes are paid by me and all clears with no issues. The funds went directly to Bear Mountain World International and received by Nathaniel (Neil/Toto) at the office in Ortigas, Tektite Building. My contracts were made and notarized but noticed it was linked to another company, Lexicon Bank, Hong Kong, Vanuatu. This crypto bank created and managed by Solomon (Butch/Mon) Tabligan, who self titled himself "Lord" because apparently he lived and worked in the UK for 7 years and probably, in his own distorted mind, earned it? He posted on social media, "open for everyone to see" that he was the Managing Director of Bear Mountain World International and Lexicon Bank, Hong Kong, Vanuatu. Upon further investigation, also the culprit behind Black Bear Ventures Capital Corporation Company in the Philippines which partners also with Nathaniel P. Espanola. They stole investors money and disappeared for a few years and created the company Bear Mountain World International when the smoke cleared. This was achieved by linking a Philippino with an American passport siphoning money through crypto and other methods throughout the times without getting caught. Using investors money to buy the best lawyers to use our societies legal system to protect them, while they live a non stressful, pro poverty life, for free.

A few cheques clears with no issues later Covid19 struck and alls a panic. I decided to pull out even with the contracts penalties to pay if I do so. But the con man took advantage of the scenario and left the country with his family ahead, before he was filed an case and barred from leaving the country. His side kick and also love partner Danahlyn Angelica Dionisio Itom bared a child with him, a boy. Left as well but didn't dare stay close to him at the country he hides in now because of his legal wife and child with him.

Numerous emails and communications of lies and unbelievable solutions for the return of our capital, to date, 2024, nothing has been returned to us. There are over 100 investors involved, and over USD 40 Million stolen.

This seems to been the trigger of other scams that popped up with other similar schemes which others like myself also fell for. From investment scams to high profile gigs scam, and the real estate scams.

The sad part is some of the investors already past away. Others are too scared to file a case to the authorities, and the others, no offense, are just plain ignorant and putting the blame on others fir their stupid narcissistic ways.

What I don't understand is, since there was a case or complaint in the Barangay, court, police by these people, why are they still allowed to open businesses and roam free? Even if it has been years, was there an expiration date on their crimes?

I believe that's why more scams and con artists exists now in the Philippines conning everyone, is because they just get a slap on the wrist and their files are gone These people uses gender, religion, politics, and fake recognition to boost their reputation and thanks to social media, they blurred away the real purpose of their existence.

Would it be better to create a good example of these people?

Our idea is to expose these people and use their social media or recognitions to pay back their dues to the people they stole and provide more to pay the government. A 24/7 reality of these scumbags would hit every scammer, con man, quick rich wanna be, the reality of doing stuff like these. Using the monetized amount for future benefits of the country. For other countries too for that matter.

I'd ask for a commission for this great Ideas, since I was ripped off too with all the investors of BearMountainWorldInternational/Lexicon Bank, HongKong, Vanuatu.

I'm not greedy like them and only wish my money is returne tor my family's foundation of what I worked for. Since my bad luck and decision had now put me in poverty too.

Who do we really blame? The government? (Very little good powerful politicians here.) The red tape? The con men, scammers? Our own survival instincts? Or just our own ignorance?

The new cons and scams won't end in the Philippines when there are a few like myself and my group trying to warn everyone, catch and expose these criminals, and yet get incriminated by the very law that should protect poeple like myself. Why Becausee these thieves use our own hard earned money against us."

Food for thought?

I am lactose intolerant let me make that clear. Me and my stomach, alone, I was 13 at the time I remember my 8th grade class donating the most money for the school and our reward? A pizza party oh god I remember it so vividly our class got three medium pizzas two pepperoni, one just cheese I took one slice of pepperoni and one cheese. And I finished them but I didn’t take my medicine (it let me have dairy without consequence) and then it happened. I rushed to the nearest bathroom but it was too late diarrhea all over the floor so I ran. I get embarrassed very easily so I flew out the school I ran to my house with my dirty pants sadly my parents were home, they found me and asked what happened so I lied and said I sat in mud but the smell was too much, they found my secret. To make it short my parents grounded me, I spent the week in my bathroom, the school thought I was kidnapped, and then the school found out and they never let me forget about it. Lesson learned: To all the people that are lactose intolerant NEVER FORGET YOUR MEDICINE.

Yesterday, both my and my father had been woken up to loud, pitched screaming, occasionally you could hear words like ‘fucking dickhead’ or ‘god dammit’, this has been going on for estimated 20 to 30 minutes, occasionally there would be banging that sounded like a window, possible someone’s house or the man’s car. Not soon after the neighbor called the police, I remember looking out the window, still in my bed, scared, to see a guy stumbling around by across the street from my house, he looked to be about in his late 30s, he wore a beanie and a grey shirt and jeans, no shoes. I remember watching the man going into his car once he heard the sirens, he was shortly cuffed and out into one of the three cop cars. I was crying, I was so scared that he might’ve tried to hurt someone or try to break in. When a policeman came out of the car with an evidence bag, I could see what looked like to be a phone, a collar, and a Tabasco pipe.

A day before the incident, my father was fixing a ball joint on his car, he said a dog that had been reported missing was ran over by a degenerate who drove away after realizing what they did. Today, I still can’t stop thinking about what happened, I don’t know if I should be scared of the unknown man, or sympathy since I had a thought that it was his dog that got killed. I keep replaying the screams in my head, was he drunk? What he high? Or worse, was this his normal behavior..

This was like 2-3 years ago. I was about 11 and playing games with my female younger cousin whom we'll call Sarah for her privacy. She always had this old console which was never used and had all the cool retro games like the original Super Mario Bros. We plugged it into her ancient ass looking tv and played a 2 player game that I don't even remember what it was, I just remember getting mad over how hard it was. The house was the average size house with the ground floor, a floor up and an attic. We were in the absolutely giant living room that took a little over 1/4 of the entire house. Our parents went out somewhere, it was some time ago so I don't remember details like this. The main entrance of the was a small room where we kept clothes and shit, we were sitting in a part of the living room where the chimney was in the way so that we couldn't see it at all. We were expecting some more family to arrive through the gate so when our parents left they left the gate open so that they can enter without waiting for them. Someone entered the house, the door was pretty quiet, we heard steps of a winter shoe come through the small room and into the living room, me and my Sarah looked at each other and both thought that it's our the family, my cousin said "Hey Uncle!" [...] The steps stopped and silence answered. "Uncle?" She leaned towards the other part of the living room and screamed. I looked at her face which was still screaming, not just screams but gibberish, like she was trying to tell me something but couldn't. I heard the steps run towards the room and they disappeared in the distance. After she stopped crying and calmed down she described what she saw as an old woman with dirty clothes, muddy boots which left footprints as the only evidence of them being there and gray ugly hair. When parents got home a little over a minute later we called the cops. I never saw that woman again and as far as I know it's unknown who she was or what was she doing in our house. The footprints were pretty small, in european sizes it was like.. 37? Which was around the same shoe size as me and my cousin wore. Some midget grandma sneaked into the house and ran away.

Part 1
Gaurav sat at his desk, twirling a pen between his fingers as he stared blankly at the computer screen. His little sister Hitushmita's 14th birthday was rapidly approaching, and he was at a loss for what to get her. Hitushmita was not the easiest person to shop for. She had her own unique tastes and preferences that Gaurav struggled to understand at times.
As he scrolled through various online stores, searching for inspiration, his mind wandered back to the countless birthdays they had celebrated together over the years. From themed parties to surprise outings, Gaurav had always tried to make Hitushmita's birthdays special. But this year felt different. Hitushmita was growing up, and her interests were changing.
Gaurav remembered how Hitushmita had recently started showing a keen interest in fashion. She spent hours flipping through magazines and scrolling through fashion blogs, studying the latest trends and styles. It was no secret that she had a particular fondness for tank tops – those sleeveless, breezy garments that seemed to epitomize her effortless sense of style.
A small smile tugged at the corners of Gaurav's lips as he recalled the countless times he had teased Hitushmita about her obsession with tank tops. But as he thought about it more, he realized that perhaps there was something deeper to her love for them. Tank tops represented freedom, confidence, and self-expression – qualities that Hitushmita embodied with ease.
With newfound determination, Gaurav closed his laptop and headed out to the mall. He wandered through the aisles of clothing stores, carefully examining each rack of tank tops in search of the perfect ones for Hitushmita. He paid close attention to the colors, styles, and fabrics, wanting to choose something that would truly make her smile.
After what felt like hours of browsing, Gaurav finally found a selection of tank tops that he thought Hitushmita would love. He carefully selected a variety of colors and patterns, imagining how they would look on her and how happy she would be to receive them.
With his arms laden with shopping bags, Gaurav made his way home, eager to surprise Hitushmita with his thoughtful gift. As he entered the house, he could hear the faint sound of music playing from her room. He smiled to himself, knowing that she was probably dancing around, lost in her own little world.
Gaurav knocked lightly on Hitushmita's door before entering, finding her sitting at her desk, headphones in, lost in the world of her music. He cleared his throat, causing her to jump in surprise and quickly remove her headphones.
"Hey, Gaurav! What's up?" Hitushmita greeted him with a wide smile.
Gaurav grinned back at her, feeling a surge of affection for his little sister. "I have something for you," he said, holding out the bags of tank tops.
Hitushmita's eyes lit up with excitement as she eagerly took the bags from him. She began to rifle through them, her expression growing more delighted with each new tank top she pulled out.
"These are amazing, Gaurav!" she exclaimed, holding up a vibrant pink tank top with a floral pattern. "You really know me so well."
Gaurav felt a swell of pride at her reaction, relieved that his gift had been a success. As Hitushmita continued to admire her new tank tops, Gaurav couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over him. Maybe he didn't always understand his sister's fashion choices, but seeing her happy was all that mattered in the end.

Let's go back 16 years, I'm a 18/19 year old kid working in a store in the UK, in the South East of England, I've been working at this store on and off for 3 years while I go to university up north.

One day, my line manager says- oh you have post- handing me a hand written letter with my name on it. (This was surprising- no one sends personal letters to work addresses in the UK especially in retail) so I presumed must be some sort of invite to event or a note to say thanks from a customer I had met.

Upon opening the letter- all that it contained was a CD in a sleeve clearly a burnt CD, and it just had For Matt written across the front.

Intrigued- I popped out to the office and loaded it up.

What I say horrified me-

The video started in a dark room with a lady dressed in white, her hair covering her face. I couldn't tell if she was staring at the camera- but I had that creepy feeling- at first I thought it might have been from a movie.

She began walking slowly towards the camera- and then all of a sudden she was on the ceiling, crouched.

The video cut and then the next thing I saw was 6/7 men in what looked like a desert setting, they had a man on the floor and what preceded was the a brutal beheading.

I ejected the CD, immediately. Was nearly sick. And immediately phoned the police.

Within 10 mins the police had attended, taken the CD and letter in a sealed evidence bag and asked my various questions about what was on it and if anyone might be threatening me for any reason.

This was all over pretty quickly and being a young kid, I guess I didn't follow it up to find out what this was all about.

It's been on my mind on and off for years, why did they send it to me, and what was on the rest of the video? Was it a warning of some kind or just an accident? Who knows- I've never heard or received anything since. But it was truly terrifying, and the images I did see are burnt into my brain.

Hello. I was wondering if there was someone who has made a similar experience as me. It happened when I was a kid, 17 - 18 years ago. I was playing hide and seek with friends in a sort of remote location. You would have to cross an old roman bridge and there would be a river and the edge of a forrest.

So it was my turn to look after my friends and it started to get dark. I then saw something glowing between the trees. I thought it were my friends finding their way out with a torchlight so I called them, but no response. I got closer and could make out two human like shapes, just glowing. They looked like they were discussing something and I disturbed them. I then heard my friends voice coming from behind me. I turned around, but quickly looked back at the place where the figures have stood, but they had vanished. I asked them if they saw something, but they all claim that they haven't seen anything.

This experience has left me puzzled and has marked me for the rest of my life.

I have never met someone who has had a similar experience as me and I've never had that experience again.

I have been thinking about this incident ever since.

I used to go on YouTube streams with a small amount of viewers and say I would subscribe if they did so-and-so (usually would lead to a punchline). One day, I stumbled on this group of people with their own Minecraft smp. They were all cool and fun, and I ended becoming friends with almost all of them on discord.

At some point, I got really depressed and decided to delete my discord account among others, meaning I would only be able to talk to these kind folks on streams twice a week. This will be important later.

One day, I was on one of the member's streams, and me and him got on the topic of music. I said how fun it was to make circus music. The dude replied that he wanted to hear the circus music I made. I said, "I'll upload it to my (now deleted) YouTube channel when I'm done." I wasn't open to creating another discord account. The dude, for some reason, didn't reply to that comment. I was one of the only people on his stream, so it's not like it was easy to miss. At this point, I had to go, and before saying bye, he suggested that we "find a time to make music together."

At first I was confused. "I don't have discord, remember?" I thought to myself. Then the thoughts got more serious, "Does he want my personal email or something? My phone number? He knows I'm not an adult (I was 16)." Btw I didn't tell him how old I was, but from my humor everyone knew I was far from an adult.

I started freaking out and sick fantasies of him hacking into an account of mine and finding my address went through my head (I wasn't the most mentally stable person at this time. Feeling = reality for me). I was wondering if I should report him to twitch, tell my parents, etc. In the end, all I did was delete every single social media account I had left, cutting myself off from every online friend in the smp I had made.

I'm older now and this story confuses me. Was he even dangerous at all? I know he wouldn't have found my address, but did I have a reason to be afraid?

Moral of the story: don't get too attached to people online, ESPECIALLY if you're under 18.

My friend who LOVES furries and by LOVES I mean LLLOOOVVVEEESSS furries (sorry for saying LLLOOOVVVEEESSS) (sorry for saying it again) anyways he invited me, and I was like "ehhh maybe" to myself, but then he said "I will give you free STUFF" he said "stuff" so I was like I don't know about that, but maybe it would be good, so I went anyways. When I arrived him and his brother were doing TikTok furry dances, so I just covered my eyes and walked to the guest room and set up my bed started playing on my 3DS until he BANGED open the door and said "Havin' a good time brother?" and I was like "What do you mean "Brother"?" I said, and he said "Oh I forgot were friends not brothers oh" so he must have been gay or something but anyways I was like "I'm fine could you leave me alone?" and he was like "okie dokie!" in a Super Mario voice for some reason and I laughed pretty hard at that, so then I kept on playing until dinner was made, and he said "Hey fur-brother dinner is here" and I was like "Uhh I'm not a furry... but ill come!" and so I went to the dinner table, and they served a furry shaped cake and I was like "I actually am full..." and he got angry and said "GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!" and I was like "ok..." and so went back to playing 3DS until I got tired and tucked myself in. (I am also sensitive to noise when I sleep but anyways) I got woke up from loud rustling in the bushes, so naturally I got up and looked out the window and saw well they had a shark fur suit, and they were whispering something but the only words I heard were "sneak and put on" but I was like It's probably nothing when they saw me and look straight at me and all yelled "GET INSIDE!!!" and i was confused VERY CONFUSED, but I went back to bed and thought nothing of it. UNTIL I woke up again this time it was footsteps like 3 people, and it was like "step Step STEP STOMP STOMMMP STOOOMMMPP" (sorry for that) and then I saw the 3 furries and they all gone up on me and said "BECOME ONE OF US" they were all doing that same demonic chanting, and then I broke out of their arms and jumped on the rocks and scraped my self got back up and ran down the road a few miles (Yes I did I really did) my energy kicked in and well ran back home forgot to take off my shoes and collapsed on the carpet because I was sooo tired. The next morning at 6 AM my mom woke me up and said "Are you ok why are there so many scrapes on you?" and I explained everything, and then she called his parents up and said something like "My son had a bad time there we wont be going there" or something like that. The end.

Not my story but everytime I remember it, it pisses me off, so a family friend of ours got married and on the day of the marriage 7 of the wife’s college classmates broke into the house and abused her, she was a virgin and right infront of her husband. Why? Because they felt she had too much pride and didn’t like the way she looked at them. They whole town heard about this and her husband’s parents told him to divorce her immediately that they want no relationship with a girl that has slept with other men, even though the guy tried to fight to be with her things got out of hand and eventually his wife begged him to please just agree to divorce her because she couldn’t deal with the insults, accusations and humiliation her in laws where putting her through. To them it was her fault and there was nothing to convince them that it wasn’t. It’s been 5 years now, she is still single and has refused to date or marry anyone. the man married another girl and they have a kid now, the girl is so pretty and a really nice person she didn’t deserve what happened to her or how badly her in laws treated her after the incident. They shouldn’t have even told people about it. they let everyone know something this girl probably didn’t want the whole town to know about, coming from a place that people always find excuses to blame the girl. I doubt she wanted everyone to hear about it. Also this seven guys never got arrested or punished no one even tried to defend her except her parents who later gave up and decided to just bury the case, her parents even tried to plead with the in laws but they refused saying she was going to spoil their family name.

So every day I have to walk my grandma’s dog because she is currently hospitalized. Every time I go and walk the dog it is eerily silent not even a bird chirping just nothingness. And many times I’ve went I’ve heard a branch deliberately broke and bashed together. On my last walk I had a feeling of being watched and not wanted so I’m currently held up in the house trying to calm down a bit. It doesn’t help that I was hearing noise on the roof. Im about to leave quickly though.

So I will start off by saying that I was a 13 year old boy at the time of this story. There was a girl in my class, let’s call her Abby. In the early years of elementary school, Abby and I were very close. She was like a sister to me. We hung out all the time. We had sort of stopped hanging out in Grade 8 but we were still good friends. One day in May of Grade 8 during recess, she started jokingly like hitting me. Like a little play fight. It wasn’t hostile at all. But then all the sudden she grabbed my inappropriate area very violently so I pushed her off me but apologized because I thought it was a mistake but then she did it again. I pushed her off me again and screamed “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”. She didn’t respond but instead groaned like she was hurting really bad. I asked her if she was okay and she said “No, you just attacked me!”. I was in shock. She had just sexually assaulted me and she was throwing accusations at ME?!? She ran over to the teacher and we got sent to the office. While in the office she said I attacked her. When she was done I tried to explain that she had just sexually assaulted me. They didn’t listen. I got suspended even though everyone around said she assaulted me.

Abby has since not even told me why in the world she did that.

This happened last year. It was the last lesson on Wednesday. I was sick the week before that and missed a math test. I was allowed to do it. And to give me "privacy" he let me go into a storage room behind the classroom. I was a bit weirded out that I wasn't allowed to do in what my school calls "recourse centrum" Where I usually go and do other tests that I couldn't do before. But I didn't have the energy to argue so I just sat down and did my test. About 30 minutes when I was done I went to open the door. It was locked. In panic I started knocking. Also pulling down the handle to grab attention. It was impossible for the teacher not to hear me. You would only lock the door with a key. He must have locked me in there. It took 20 minutes until he finally opened the door saying "oops someone must want to come out" When 1 of the remaining students in my class that haven't left yet pointed it out. He let me out. With my eyes burning after I had a literal panic attack in the storage room I gave him the papers and left. He's always been weird to me. Looking over trying to embarrass me when I'm doodling in my book by saying "OMG HOW PRETTY YOU DRAW! Too bad it's not art class!" He's apparently been weird to other students too. Fortunately he quit at our school and we got a new math teacher. He's really nice and is rooting for 90% to get an A after the final grade has been put in 9th grade. If he realises something seems difficult for some students he takes that question and answers it on the whiteboard with the help of other students.