Mom caught me naked

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2020.10.21 17:55 WerewolfOverlord Mom caught me naked

Warning: Yule Tide Terrors features SCP-4666, a character who mutilates children in graphic ways. If you are uncomfortable with this, please skip this entry in my series - Werewolf Overlord
Prologue: It's January 1, 2020, in Canada. A young boy wakes up after hearing footsteps in his home. He opens the door and sees a tall nude figure holding his father by the throat. The creature drops the body and runs off into another room. The boy grabs his bat and follows the creature. He finds it standing over his dead family. They have been stabbed and sliced open. The creature grabs the boy and places him in a sack before climbing out and running off into the cold winter night.
Chapter 1: What Day Is It?
Zoe and Ashlyn wake up after a night of fun. They see Twig staring at them with a smile. She runs out and runs back in holding a Christmas Present. Zoe looks confused at Twig. Ashlyn looks at her phone, it's December 25. She says," Why is it Christmas already? Shouldn't it be May?" Miller walks in holding a crying Alli. Zoe comforts her while Miller says," There's a skinny naked guy outside!" Ashlyn grabs her pistol and runs out. She goes outside, it is covered in snow with human-like footprints. Miller brings in a box covered in blood. Zoe opens it and drops it after seeing what is inside. A small brush with human teeth. Ashlyn rushes back in and says," There's something outside and this doesn't make sense. Yesterday it was May, now Alli finds a brush made with human remains. I think we're dealing with an SCP." Ashlyn hands her a note she found outside. Zoe reads," Dear scumbags. This is 4666, but you can call me Yule Man. I noticed your little attack on my fellow anomalies and have been asked to take action. Sadly your attack was outside my active period. To fix this, I have employed another friend to help mess with the date. You are now trapped in a time loop that lasts 12 days. My motives are for you to find out as are my employers. What I will tell you is that when you wake up after the 12th day, the loop resets. If you die, the loop resets. I will kill you over and over until my boss is satisfied. You won't see me coming. I will take your baby wendigo and enslave her. Any tries to call the Foundation will be punished. They never caught me and they never will. I travel all over the north during Christmas and visit the children. I even leave them little toys. The event you are now part of is known as Weissnacht. Have fun and Merry Christmas. From the Yule Man." Ashlyn growls and says," I'll kill this fucker!!" Zoe says," Calm down! We don't know what he does and what he looks like. We need to do research." Ashlyn takes a deep breath and says," The prick also left us a hard drive." Zoe plugs it in and opens the files. They are all news reports of attacks dating back to the 1400s. Ashlyn says," This bitch never said we couldn't use it. Just that we can't call the Foundation, whoever they are." Miller says," The SCP Foundation? I know all about them."
Chapter 2: Explanations:
Miller pulls out a notebook and begins reading," The SCP Foundation is a secret group dedicated to containing anomalies that defy the laws of our world. They have sites all over the world that contain these creatures. Based on the number and how he called himself the Yule Man, I know somewhat how to stop him." Ashlyn said," Who the hell let you read this stuff?" Miller replies," You never block anything so of course, I'd find some dark things." Zoe asks," Well what does this Yule Man do exactly and why is he targeting Twig?" Miller opens her computer and reads," Based on the terms he used, I can help anticipate his moves. So far we're only in the first phase. This is where Yule Man will watch his prey from outside or a window while they sleep." Ashlyn asks," What's phase two?" Miller replies," Days 7 to 11 are when the entire family will hear footsteps in the attic or on the roof and commonly report a foul smell with no source." Zoe asks," What happens on day 12?" Miller replies," Well, Yule Man has two confirmed outcomes. One is where he enters the house and kills the entire family except for one child under the age of 8. For some reason, he did his other option early." Ashlyn says," So your saying Yule Man leaves toys made of body parts?" Miller replies," Human children to be exact." Ashlyn says," The calm manner you said all that in disturbs me." Zoe asks," So what can we do to stop him?" Miller replies," This isn't a normal Weissnacht. He already said he'll kill us over and over. The wiki doesn't mention any way to stop him. Also most likely our death would go unnoticed by the world as the Foundation can't contain him and suppresses any news of him. Based on what the letter said, He's making new rules. This means we have a chance at ending this." Zoe asks," Does it say that parents seeing the footprints is normal?" Miller replies," No, based on the fact Mom saw the prints, it's a good bet you both can see him if he comes back. Although I don't know why he picked us when we live in a suburban area. He normally takes out isolated targets." Ashlyn says," I'm getting the tracker ready. I'll shoot him with the dart and we can see him coming."
Chapter 3: Siege:
It's nightfall. The family sits in the TV room looking outside. Twig hears something and rushes to the window. She points at a figure in the trees. Ashlyn opens the window and aims. She says," Jesus this guy is ugly, look at his nuts!" Zoe groans and says," Just shoot him." Ashlyn pulls the trigger and fires the dart. A faint groan can be heard as the figure goes back into the trees.
Chapter 4: Recovery:
The next morning, Alli walks in again crying while Miller brings in another box. Zoe opens it. It's a knife made from bone. She hands her mother a note. Zoe reads," Scumbags, you have been marked by the Foundation as a target of Weissnacht. They will send a task force to secure you. This will not stop me, however. My time loop is gone, but I'll still make your corpses into furniture for my cave. Your little tracker won't be hidden for long. Also, 049 sends his best wishes and a present. 049 is great at making friends with people. I hope you have fun with his new friends. From Yule Man." Zoe asks," Miller which one is 049, and what friends are Yule Man talking about?" Miller replies," 049 is a plague doctor like creature who kills people just by touching them. He performs surgery on his victims to cure the Pestilence as he calls it. This results in zombies." A knock on the door is heard. Ashlyn opens it and sees Allison. Allison says," We got word that 4666 is after you guys. I called in some friends to help." She pointed to a truck full of armed soldiers. Ashlyn asks," How did they agree to this?" Allison replies," My brother is in the top part of the Foundation and we still care about each other. He greenlit this mission under the condition that we bring in 4666 if possible instead of you sending him to some prison." Ashlyn says," Well seeing as this jerk wants my kid, I wouldn't care if you shot him. Where are they gonna hand out anyway?" Allison replies," They brought more than one truck. Besides, they're trained to survive in this kind of stuff. We also got a piece of mail addressed to you guys. It's got 4666's prints on it." Ashlyn opens it. It's a hard drive labeled Fun Times. Ashlyn plugs it in and opens the file. It's security footage taken directly by 4666. It shows mutilated children with missing limbs. A voice can be heard saying," Keep going or we'll make you one of them!" A high-pitched laugh can be heard as the camera pans over to a skinny male eating a child. The voice says," Hey 4666, save for the rest of them!" 4666 flips off the camera before saying," I'm coming for you. No one can save you." Ashlyn groans and says," WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! Torture Porn?!" Allison replies," That's first-hand footage of 4666's lair. We can't match it to anything." Gunshots echo outside. Ashlyn grabs her pistol and goes to look. 4666 is outside killing the task force with logs and tools. A soldier is stabbed in the throat with an ax. Ashlyn aims and fires at 4666. He growls and leaps on her. Allison grabs her gun but is thrown aside by Yule Man. Zoe comes out and fires a shot into Yule Man. Yule Man tries to teleport away, but can't. Zoe says," Looks like that demon juice we got from Alastor really does work." Ashlyn kicks off 4666. The remaining soldiers grab 4666 and cuff him. They load him into the trucks. Then a black limo off in the distance drives off. Ashlyn says," Take that you Yule Tide Terror." Yule Man growls at them as he is placed in chains. Allison says," Hopefully they can save the rest of the kids he kidnapped." Ashlyn tells them goodbye and walks inside. She says," Well ladies, Yule Man is off to a monster jail that he won't get out of." They go to sleep. The next morning when Ashlyn wakes up, her phone says May 17. The kids walk in and say," I swear yesterday was Christmas." Zoe said," We still gotta find out who made the time loop." Ashlyn said," Not today." The two then kissed.
The End
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2020.10.18 21:58 ClockworkMaisen Me naked mom caught

Hello people of Reddit...So i'm somewhat new to posting on here so im sorry if this is long.
A little backstory.... My mother and I have always had issues. Literally always. One of my earliest memories of her is a negative one, but I have always loved her. So she was married to a man (lets call him John) and had my 3 older brothers. They eventually divorced when my brothers were really young. She met my dad while working at the same place and they eventually got pregnant with me (their relationship was notttt a good one at all) they split when I was 2 and then we moved in with John and my brothers. I saw my dad once in a while throughout the years, he wasn't a great dad at all but i kept giving him a chance. Until I was 21 and basically told him to leave me alone.
Fast forward a few years....John is a father to be. He always treated me great, my brothers and I got along, everything was great. So im 10 years old and my mom gets home from work and says "were going on a trip" and packs our bags. I was confused AF but i obliged. I later found out we weren't going back. Naturally Im sad/scared all that jazz. We moved in with my grandma for a while, which was fine. I still saw John occasionally but eventually that stopped when my mom started dating my now step dad (Lets call him Aaron).
I didnt even know they were dating until I walked in on them making out one night. I was literally 10.... (also random side note:I knew Aaron from when I was a kid, his son was friends with my brother so i saw him from time to time). So they start dating and literally spend every fuing moment together, talking on the phone when shes with me, taking me to his house at midnight just so she could see him. Eventually my mom says "We're moving" only...she didn't say it...she just packed my bags and we left. So we move in with Aaron and I discover he is a FKING A**HOLE. He yelled at me for literally anything and everything. He would joke about my weight, make jokes when I was 12 about my boobs being small, he would walk around naked even though I told my mom it made me uncomfortable. I was always "too sensitive". My brothers really hated Aaron, so they never came around, so I never saw them really.
Now I have to say....i wasn't a perfect kid. I had a lot of issues (rage, depression, anxiety) but i NEVER did drugs, drank, fued around or anything but for some reason he thought I was the devil child. I mean I helped when his elderly father came to live with us (I fed him, changed him, gave him his shots) Now I could go on for ever about the fights, the yelling, all that st but I don't want this to get too long. Over the span of 8 years, Aaron made me fu**ing hate myself. I hated everything about myself and I thought I was a terrible person. He would argue about anything. I even caught him purposely hiding things in my room so he could yell about it later on. My mother would always say we were awful for putting her in the middle and how if we really loved her, we would get along. Aaron and I don't get along at all. Things didn't get better until i moved out, even then they weren't great. I met my boyfriend (now fiancé) when I was 18. I moved in with him even though we didn't have much money.
So my mom was never really understanding about my mental illnesses, she found me after self harming and was annoyed with me. I was unemployed at the peak of my depression..she always thought i was just being "dramatic and lazy". It caused many fights, which would lead to us not talking, then she would make me feel guilty and we would talk again.
So heres one major occurrence that shaped our relationship....she took my car away. Now let me explain before people say "oh you're being dramatic". When I was 20, I bought a car and my mom put me on her insurance (she said it was cheaper??) So I would give her money every month for insurance. She also out her name on it because she said it would help me? Yeah i know that was dumb but I was 20. My depression got so bad to where i couldnt work. I begged her to give me time to work something out, and she refused and towed the car away. I told her how shi**y that was and her response was "tough love". We got in a HUGE fight. She called me selfish, I called her a bad mom with an abusive husband. After that we didnt talk for 6 months.
Heres another thing that shaped our relationship...Fast forward to a couple years ago...my brother (Kyler) passed away from an overdose. He died at 8am. My mom didnt call me until 7 that night. I was heartbroken. I agreed to come to my mom/Aarons house even though i told her i never wanted to see him again. I put aside my anger because my mom needed me. So I go to the house and Aaron proceeds to yell at me because i called him abusive....ironic. It was bad, he screamed, I screamed, my mom screamed. I told him to move past his anger for now because of Kylers death and he responds with "Who the fk cares? Get the fk over it!" The fight ended with my mom crying and saying "why can't you just get along with him".
Over the next few weeks she would beg me to come over, I would say no then she would say im being selfish and how she was sad over Kyler, I would feel terrible and go over. Aaron would gaslight me and make it so I felt like the bad guy. After a while I flat out told her that I wanted nothing to do with him. I would say that, she would say ok, then she would always ask us to come over. Like she completely ignored my feelings. After going back and forth for years, we had what would probably be our biggest fight ever. It started because she told me that my dog (got him when I was 12, he stayed with them) died from cancer back in September of 2019.....she told me this 3 months ago!!! I was so pissed and her reasoning was "I didnt want to upset you" then literally 2p seconds later she said "Oh you didnt care about him anyways". That was the last straw. I told her unless we went to therapy, she and I would not have a relationship. She said ok but after Covid 19 stops...which cmon...who knows when that will be?
She does this thing where she will pretend everything is totally fine and it drives me crazy, like she will call me selfish, then send me memes saying "miss u" She kept doing stuff like that after our fight so i wouldn't respond. Also, With work and my mental health, I just didn't have the energy to talk to her. So i dont respond for about 3 weeks and she texts me while at work and says "Just tell me why you hate me!!" I was so pissed and my boss could even tell something was wrong. I didnt respond but i did take her off social media and blocked her phone number. I did keep it so she could message me on Facebook in case something happens, but I really had no desire to talk to her.
A week ago, I got engaged to my best friend, he is my rock and I love him so much. We were at the beach, it was perfect:) When we got back to the hotel, we wanted to let people know. The first person I thought of was my mom. I know thats dumb but I love her and I wanted her to be happy for me, BUT i knew it would lead to a fight. Part of me doesn't want to talk to her, because she has been one of the most difficult people I've ever met and she makes me feel horrible and when I think of her, i immediately just think of negative experiences. I don't know what to do.
TLDR; My mother is toxic....should I cut her out of my life??
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2020.10.18 21:57 ClockworkMaisen Caught me mom naked

Hello people of Reddit...So i'm somewhat new to posting on here so im sorry if this is long.
A little backstory.... My mother and I have always had issues. Literally always. One of my earliest memories of her is a negative one, but I have always loved her. So she was married to a man (lets call him John) and had my 3 older brothers. They eventually divorced when my brothers were really young. She met my dad while working at the same place and they eventually got pregnant with me (their relationship was notttt a good one at all) they split when I was 2 and then we moved in with John and my brothers. I saw my dad once in a while throughout the years, he wasn't a great dad at all but i kept giving him a chance. Until I was 21 and basically told him to leave me alone.
Fast forward a few years....John is a father to be. He always treated me great, my brothers and I got along, everything was great. So im 10 years old and my mom gets home from work and says "were going on a trip" and packs our bags. I was confused AF but i obliged. I later found out we weren't going back. Naturally Im sad/scared all that jazz. We moved in with my grandma for a while, which was fine. I still saw John occasionally but eventually that stopped when my mom started dating my now step dad (Lets call him Aaron).
I didnt even know they were dating until I walked in on them making out one night. I was literally 10.... (also random side note:I knew Aaron from when I was a kid, his son was friends with my brother so i saw him from time to time). So they start dating and literally spend every fuing moment together, talking on the phone when shes with me, taking me to his house at midnight just so she could see him. Eventually my mom says "We're moving" only...she didn't say it...she just packed my bags and we left. So we move in with Aaron and I discover he is a FKING A**HOLE. He yelled at me for literally anything and everything. He would joke about my weight, make jokes when I was 12 about my boobs being small, he would walk around naked even though I told my mom it made me uncomfortable. I was always "too sensitive". My brothers really hated Aaron, so they never came around, so I never saw them really.
Now I have to say....i wasn't a perfect kid. I had a lot of issues (rage, depression, anxiety) but i NEVER did drugs, drank, fued around or anything but for some reason he thought I was the devil child. I mean I helped when his elderly father came to live with us (I fed him, changed him, gave him his shots) Now I could go on for ever about the fights, the yelling, all that st but I don't want this to get too long. Over the span of 8 years, Aaron made me fu**ing hate myself. I hated everything about myself and I thought I was a terrible person. He would argue about anything. I even caught him purposely hiding things in my room so he could yell about it later on. My mother would always say we were awful for putting her in the middle and how if we really loved her, we would get along. Aaron and I don't get along at all. Things didn't get better until i moved out, even then they weren't great. I met my boyfriend (now fiancé) when I was 18. I moved in with him even though we didn't have much money.
So my mom was never really understanding about my mental illnesses, she found me after self harming and was annoyed with me. I was unemployed at the peak of my depression..she always thought i was just being "dramatic and lazy". It caused many fights, which would lead to us not talking, then she would make me feel guilty and we would talk again.
So heres one major occurrence that shaped our relationship....she took my car away. Now let me explain before people say "oh you're being dramatic". When I was 20, I bought a car and my mom put me on her insurance (she said it was cheaper??) So I would give her money every month for insurance. She also out her name on it because she said it would help me? Yeah i know that was dumb but I was 20. My depression got so bad to where i couldnt work. I begged her to give me time to work something out, and she refused and towed the car away. I told her how shi**y that was and her response was "tough love". We got in a HUGE fight. She called me selfish, I called her a bad mom with an abusive husband. After that we didnt talk for 6 months.
Heres another thing that shaped our relationship...Fast forward to a couple years ago...my brother (Kyler) passed away from an overdose. He died at 8am. My mom didnt call me until 7 that night. I was heartbroken. I agreed to come to my mom/Aarons house even though i told her i never wanted to see him again. I put aside my anger because my mom needed me. So I go to the house and Aaron proceeds to yell at me because i called him abusive....ironic. It was bad, he screamed, I screamed, my mom screamed. I told him to move past his anger for now because of Kylers death and he responds with "Who the fk cares? Get the fk over it!" The fight ended with my mom crying and saying "why can't you just get along with him".
Over the next few weeks she would beg me to come over, I would say no then she would say im being selfish and how she was sad over Kyler, I would feel terrible and go over. Aaron would gaslight me and make it so I felt like the bad guy. After a while I flat out told her that I wanted nothing to do with him. I would say that, she would say ok, then she would always ask us to come over. Like she completely ignored my feelings. After going back and forth for years, we had what would probably be our biggest fight ever. It started because she told me that my dog (got him when I was 12, he stayed with them) died from cancer back in September of 2019.....she told me this 3 months ago!!! I was so pissed and her reasoning was "I didnt want to upset you" then literally 2p seconds later she said "Oh you didnt care about him anyways". That was the last straw. I told her unless we went to therapy, she and I would not have a relationship. She said ok but after Covid 19 stops...which cmon...who knows when that will be?
She does this thing where she will pretend everything is totally fine and it drives me crazy, like she will call me selfish, then send me memes saying "miss u" She kept doing stuff like that after our fight so i wouldn't respond. Also, With work and my mental health, I just didn't have the energy to talk to her. So i dont respond for about 3 weeks and she texts me while at work and says "Just tell me why you hate me!!" I was so pissed and my boss could even tell something was wrong. I didnt respond but i did take her off social media and blocked her phone number. I did keep it so she could message me on Facebook in case something happens, but I really had no desire to talk to her.
A week ago, I got engaged to my best friend, he is my rock and I love him so much. We were at the beach, it was perfect:) When we got back to the hotel, we wanted to let people know. The first person I thought of was my mom. I know thats dumb but I love her and I wanted her to be happy for me, BUT i knew it would lead to a fight. Part of me doesn't want to talk to her, because she has been one of the most difficult people I've ever met and she makes me feel horrible and when I think of her, i immediately just think of negative experiences. I don't know what to do.
TLDR: My mother is toxic....should i have anything to do with her??
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2020.10.18 21:55 ClockworkMaisen My mom is ruining my mental health...

Hello people of Reddit...So i'm somewhat new to posting on here so im sorry if this is long.
A little backstory.... My mother and I have always had issues. Literally always. One of my earliest memories of her is a negative one, but I have always loved her. So she was married to a man (lets call him John) and had my 3 older brothers. They eventually divorced when my brothers were really young. She met my dad while working at the same place and they eventually got pregnant with me (their relationship was notttt a good one at all) they split when I was 2 and then we moved in with John and my brothers. I saw my dad once in a while throughout the years, he wasn't a great dad at all but i kept giving him a chance. Until I was 21 and basically told him to leave me alone.
Fast forward a few years....John is a father to be. He always treated me great, my brothers and I got along, everything was great. So im 10 years old and my mom gets home from work and says "were going on a trip" and packs our bags. I was confused AF but i obliged. I later found out we weren't going back. Naturally Im sad/scared all that jazz. We moved in with my grandma for a while, which was fine. I still saw John occasionally but eventually that stopped when my mom started dating my now step dad (Lets call him Aaron).
I didnt even know they were dating until I walked in on them making out one night. I was literally 10.... (also random side note:I knew Aaron from when I was a kid, his son was friends with my brother so i saw him from time to time). So they start dating and literally spend every fuing moment together, talking on the phone when shes with me, taking me to his house at midnight just so she could see him. Eventually my mom says "We're moving" only...she didn't say it...she just packed my bags and we left. So we move in with Aaron and I discover he is a FKING A**HOLE. He yelled at me for literally anything and everything. He would joke about my weight, make jokes when I was 12 about my boobs being small, he would walk around naked even though I told my mom it made me uncomfortable. I was always "too sensitive". My brothers really hated Aaron, so they never came around, so I never saw them really.
Now I have to say....i wasn't a perfect kid. I had a lot of issues (rage, depression, anxiety) but i NEVER did drugs, drank, fued around or anything but for some reason he thought I was the devil child. I mean I helped when his elderly father came to live with us (I fed him, changed him, gave him his shots) Now I could go on for ever about the fights, the yelling, all that st but I don't want this to get too long. Over the span of 8 years, Aaron made me fu**ing hate myself. I hated everything about myself and I thought I was a terrible person. He would argue about anything. I even caught him purposely hiding things in my room so he could yell about it later on. My mother would always say we were awful for putting her in the middle and how if we really loved her, we would get along. Aaron and I don't get along at all. Things didn't get better until i moved out, even then they weren't great. I met my boyfriend (now fiancé) when I was 18. I moved in with him even though we didn't have much money.
So my mom was never really understanding about my mental illnesses, she found me after self harming and was annoyed with me. I was unemployed at the peak of my depression..she always thought i was just being "dramatic and lazy". It caused many fights, which would lead to us not talking, then she would make me feel guilty and we would talk again.
So heres one major occurrence that shaped our relationship....she took my car away. Now let me explain before people say "oh you're being dramatic". When I was 20, I bought a car and my mom put me on her insurance (she said it was cheaper??) So I would give her money every month for insurance. She also out her name on it because she said it would help me? Yeah i know that was dumb but I was 20. My depression got so bad to where i couldnt work. I begged her to give me time to work something out, and she refused and towed the car away. I told her how shi**y that was and her response was "tough love". We got in a HUGE fight. She called me selfish, I called her a bad mom with an abusive husband. After that we didnt talk for 6 months.
Heres another thing that shaped our relationship...Fast forward to a couple years ago...my brother (Kyler) passed away from an overdose. He died at 8am. My mom didnt call me until 7 that night. I was heartbroken. I agreed to come to my mom/Aarons house even though i told her i never wanted to see him again. I put aside my anger because my mom needed me. So I go to the house and Aaron proceeds to yell at me because i called him abusive....ironic. It was bad, he screamed, I screamed, my mom screamed. I told him to move past his anger for now because of Kylers death and he responds with "Who the fk cares? Get the fk over it!" The fight ended with my mom crying and saying "why can't you just get along with him".
Over the next few weeks she would beg me to come over, I would say no then she would say im being selfish and how she was sad over Kyler, I would feel terrible and go over. Aaron would gaslight me and make it so I felt like the bad guy. After a while I flat out told her that I wanted nothing to do with him. I would say that, she would say ok, then she would always ask us to come over. Like she completely ignored my feelings. After going back and forth for years, we had what would probably be our biggest fight ever. It started because she told me that my dog (got him when I was 12, he stayed with them) died from cancer back in September of 2019.....she told me this 3 months ago!!! I was so pissed and her reasoning was "I didnt want to upset you" then literally 2p seconds later she said "Oh you didnt care about him anyways". That was the last straw. I told her unless we went to therapy, she and I would not have a relationship. She said ok but after Covid 19 stops...which cmon...who knows when that will be?
She does this thing where she will pretend everything is totally fine and it drives me crazy, like she will call me selfish, then send me memes saying "miss u" She kept doing stuff like that after our fight so i wouldn't respond. Also, With work and my mental health, I just didn't have the energy to talk to her. So i dont respond for about 3 weeks and she texts me while at work and says "Just tell me why you hate me!!" I was so pissed and my boss could even tell something was wrong. I didnt respond but i did take her off social media and blocked her phone number. I did keep it so she could message me on Facebook in case something happens, but I really had no desire to talk to her.
A week ago, I got engaged to my best friend, he is my rock and I love him so much. We were at the beach, it was perfect:) When we got back to the hotel, we wanted to let people know. The first person I thought of was my mom. I know thats dumb but I love her and I wanted her to be happy for me, BUT i knew it would lead to a fight. Part of me doesn't want to talk to her, because she has been one of the most difficult people I've ever met and she makes me feel horrible and when I think of her, i immediately just think of negative experiences. I don't know what to do.
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2020.10.18 17:25 creature_fear12 Me naked caught mom

Need to clear out some space so I've got the following MASSIVE list of titles available for sale today. Pick ANY 5 titles from below for $20 shipped (US only) - LPs are a combination of original US presses, early reissues and the occasional foreign press - no modern reissues here. Payments through PayPal only please. All items ship via USPS media mail with tracking.
All items grade at VG/VG or better unless otherwise noted
Here's the list!
Rock/Pop/Etc.
America - Holiday
Angel - On Earth As It Is In Heaven
Adam Ant - Strip
April Wine - The Nature Of The Beast
April Wine - First Glance
Joan Armatrading - S/T
Bachman-Turner Overdrive - S/T
Bad Company - Run With The Pack
John Baldry - It Ain't Easy
Bangles ‎– All Over The Place
Bangles - Bangles
Bangles - Everything
The Beatles - Sgt. Peppers (Cover ONLY; Original US stereo cover)
The Beatles - Let It Be (Cover ONLY)
Jeff Beck With The Jan Hammer Group - Live
Pat Benetar - Precious Time
Pat Benetar - Tropico
Pat Benetar - Seven The Hard Way
Pat Benetar - Crimes Of Passion
Pat Benetar - In The Heat Of The Night
Billion Dollar Babies - Battle Axe
Blood, Sweat & Tears - 3
Bloomfield/KoopeStills - Super Session
Tommy Bolin - Teaser
Jackson Browne - Hold Out
Jackson Browne - Lawyers In Love
Roy Buchanan - You're Not Alone
Jimmy Buffett - Volcano
The Jon Butcher Axis - Along The Axis
The Byrds - Greatest Hits
The Call - Reconciled
The Call ‎– Into The Woods
Cheap Trick - Standing On The Edge
Cher - S/T 2LP
Chicago - Chicago
Chicago - VI
Eric Clapton - S/T
The Dave Clark Five - Weekend In London
The Dave Clark Five - Best Of
Climax Blues Band - FM/Live
Climax Blues Band - Lucky For Some
Climax Blues Band - Gold Plated
Cold Blood - Sisyphus
Cold Blood - Cold Blood (Vinyl VG-)
Cold Blood - Thriller (Cover VG-)
Cold Blood - First Taste Of Sin
Judy Collins - Recollections
Chi Coltrane ‎– Chi Coltrane
Ry Cooder - Into The Purple Valley
Ry Cooder - The Border
Ry Cooder - Bop Till You Drop
Country Joe And The Fish - Together
Country Joe And The Fish - I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die
Crosby, Stills & Nash - CSN
Jackie DeShannon ‎– Laurel Canyon
Neil Diamond - Touching You Touching Me
Thomas Dolby - The Golden Age Of Wireless
Doll By Doll ‎– Gypsy Blood
The Doobie Brothers - Stampede
Ian Dury & The Blockheads - Laughter
John Entwistle - Whistle Rhymes
John Entwistle's Ox - Mad Dog
John Entwistle's Rigor Mortis Sets In - S/T
Marianne Faithfull ‎– Marianne Faithfull
Fanny - Rock n Roll Survivors
The Fixx - Walkabout
The Fixx - Phantoms
Flash And The Pan - Headlines
Foghat - Night Shift
Foghat - Energized
Frank Chickens ‎– We Are Frank Chickens
Art Garfunkel - Watermark
Art Garfunkel - Angel Clare
Art Garfunkel - Fate For Breakfast
Judy Garland ‎– Judy Garland
Geils - Monkey Island
Godley & Creme - The Histroy Mix Volume 1
The Barry Goldberg Reunion - S/T
Grand Funk Railroad - Survival
Grand Funk Railroad - Shinin' On
Grand Funk Railroad - Live Album
Grand Funk Railroad - Caught In The Act
El Grupo Sexo - Mom's Home
Debbie Harry - KooKoo
Heart - Magazine
Heart - Bebe Le Strange
Honk ‎– The Original Sound Track from Five Summer Stories
Hot Tuna - Burgers
Hot Tuna - Yellow Fever
Humble Pie - Smokin'
The Indigo Girls - Strange Fire
It's A Beautiful Day ‎– Choice Quality Stuff / Anytime
Jan & Dean - Anthology Album
Jan & Dean - Golden Hits
Jefferson Airplane - Volunteers
Jefferson Airplane - Crown Of Creation
Jefferson Airplane - Bless Its Pointed Little Head
Jefferson Starship/Paul Kantner - Blows Against The Empire
Jefferson Starship - Dragon Fly
Jefferson Starship - Spitfire
Jefferson Starship - Red Octopus
Jethro Tull - Bursting Out - Live
Jethro Tull - A Passion Play
Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - Fake Friends 12"
Jo Jo Gunne - S/T
Jo Jo Gunne - Jumpin' The Gunne
Jo Jo Gunne - Bite Down Hard
Howard Jones - Dream Into Action
Howard Jones - One To One
Rickie Lee Jones - Pirates
Rickie Lee Jones ‎– Rickie Lee Jones
Rickie Lee Jones - Flying Cowboys
Rickie Lee Jones - Girl At Her Volcano
Jorma Kaukonen & Vital Parts - Barbeque King
Carole King - Welcome Home
Carole King - One To One
The Kinks - State Of Confusion
Lone Justice - Lone Justice
Lone Justice - Shelter
The Lovin' Spoonful - Hums Of The Lovin' Spoonful
The Mama's And The Papa's - Deliver
Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Get Your Rocks Off
Manfred Mann's Earth Band - S/T
Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Angel Station
Dave Mason - Let It Flow
Paul McCartney - Ram
Don McClean - Homeless Brother
Michael McDonald - If That's What It Takes
Christine McVie ‎– The Legendary Christine Perfect Album
Lee Michaels - S/T
Lee Michaels ‎– Barrel
The Steve Miller Band - Brave New World
Steve Miller Band - Number 5
Steve Miller Band - Your Saving Grace
Missing Persons - Rhyme & Reason
Joni Mitchell - Miles Of Aisles
Joni Mitchell - Shadows And Light
Molly Hatchet - Flirtin' With Disaster
Montrose - Warner Bros Presents
Gary Moore - Corridors Of Power
The Motels - Little Robbers
Mott The Hoople - Mott
Mr. Mister - Welcome To The Real World
Elliot Murphy - Aquashow
Graham Nash - Wild Tales
Randy Newman - Sail Away
Laura Nyro ‎– Nested
Laura Nyro - The First Songs
Ted Nugent - Weekend Warriors
Ric Ocasek - Beatitude
Roy Orbison - More Greatest Hits
Robert Palmer - Secrets
Robert Palmer - Sneakin' Sally Through The Alley
Peter And Gordon - The Best Of
The Pirates - Out Of Their Skulls
Grace Pool - S/T
The Pretenders - Pretenders
The Pretenders - Extended Play
Suzi Quatro - Suzi... And Other Four Letter Words
Quicksilver Messenger Service - Shady Grove
Rainbow - Jealous Lover EP
Gerry Rafferty - Can I Have My Money Back?
Gerry Rafferty - North And South
Rare Earth - One World
R.E.M. - Fall On Me 12”
The Rolling Stones - Love You Live
The Rolling Stones - Let It Bleed (Cover ONLY)
Romeo Void ‎– Benefactor
Romeo Void ‎– Never Say Never
Todd Rundgren - Todd (G+)
Todd Rundgren - Back To The Bars
Todd Rundgren - A Capella
Todd Rundgren’s Utopia - Another Live
Todd Rundgren's Utopia - Ra
Bobby Rydell ‎– We Got Love
Mitch Ryder - Naked But Not Dead
Santana - S/T
Savoy Brown - A Step Further
Boz Scaggs - Down Two Then Left
Boz Scaggs - The Boz Scaggs Sampler
Seatrain - S/T
Carly Simon - S/T
Simon & Garfunkel - Greatest Hits
Paul Simon - Hearts And Bones
Siren ‎– All Is Forgiven
Grace Slick And Paul Kantner - Sunfighter
Split Enz - Time And Tide
Split Enz - Waiata
Spooky Tooth/Pierre Henry - Ceremony
Steppenwolf - Early Steppenwolf
Steppenwolf - Monster
Cat Stevens - Back To Earth
Cat Stevens - Foreigner
Cat Stevens - Izitso
Cat Stevens - Catch Bull At Four
Cat Stevens ‎– Footsteps In The Dark - Greatest Hits Volume Two
Rod Stewart - Blondes Have More Fun
Rod Stewart - Foot Loose & Fancy Free
Rod Stewart - A Night On The Town
Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells A Story
Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat
Sting ‎– The Dream Of The Blue Turtles
Stoneground - Stoneground
James Taylor - Mud Slide Slim
James Taylor - Never Die Young
James Taylor - Dad Loves His Work
Mick Taylor - S/T
Ten Years After ‎– Watt
Thompson Twins - Into The Gap
George Thorogood And The Destroyers - Maverick
Three Dog Night - Naturally
Pete Townshend - Who Came First
Pete Townshend - Deep End Live!
Pete Townshend-Ronnie Lane - Rough Mix
Traffic - Welcome To The Canteen
Robin Trower - Bridge Of Sighs
Robin Trower - For Earth Below
The Tubes - What Do You Want From Live
The Tubes - Outside Inside
The Turtles - Turtle Soup
The Turtles - More Golden Hits
Tommy Tutone - Tommy Tutone-2
Dwight Twilley - Wild Dogs
Uriah Heep - Wonderworld
Uriah Heep - Innocent Victim
Uriah Heep - Fallen Angel
Various - The Anthology Of British Blues
The Ventures - Swamp Rock
The Ventures - Rock And Roll Forever
Joe Walsh - You Bought It You Name It
Edgar Winter's White Trash - Roadwork
Yankees ‎– High 'N' Inside (Great Private press Power Pop LP)
Neil Young - Trans
Neil Young - Sample And Hold 12"
The Youngbloods - The Best Of
Zebra - Zebra
Prog Rock/Art Rock, Etc.
Mike Batt With The London Symphony Orchestra ‎– Schizophonia
Brand X ‎– Moroccan Roll
Brand X - Livestock (Cover VG-)
Keith Emerson - Nighthawks OST
Keith Emerson with The Nice - S/T
Keith Emerson & The Nice - Attention!
Emerson, Lake & Palmer - S/T
Emerson Lake & Palmer - In Concert
Emerson Lake & Palmer - Welcome Back My Friends..
FM - Black Noise
Genesis - Invisible Touch
Steve Hackett ‎– Please Don't Touch!
Kansas - Masque
Kansas - Vinyl Confessions
Kansas - Audio Visions
Kansas - Monolith
Kayak - Royal Red Bouncer
Man - Slow Motion
Marillion - Brief Encounter
The Moody Blues - Seventh Sojourn
The Moody Blues - A Question Of Balance
The Moody Blues - The Present
The Moody Blues - To Our Childrens Children
Patrick Moraz - The Story Of i
Patrick Moraz - S/T
Patrick Moraz - Human Interface
The Alan Parsons Project - Pyramid
Renaissance - Prologue
Sky - Sky 2LP
Sky ‎– Sky 3
Andy Summers & Robert Fripp - I Advance Masked
Thee Image - Thee Image
Rick Wakeman - Criminal Record
Zon - Astral Projector
Jazz
Airto - Virgin Land (Cover G+)
Ronnie Aldrich - The Romantic Pianos Of
Ronnie Aldrich - The Magic Mood Of
Ronnie Aldrich And His Two Pianos - That Aldrich Feeling
Ronnie Aldrich And His Two Pianos - Where The Sun Is
Nestor Amaral And His Continentals - Brazil
Brian Auger's Oblivion Express ‎– Happiness Heartaches
Gato Barbieri - El Pampero
Warren Barker And Frank Comstock ‎– TV Guide Top Television Themes
Count Basie - Good Morning Blues
George Benson - Breezin'
Earl Bostic - 14 Hits
The Bob Brookmeyer Quartet - Oslo
The Les Brown Story - Greatest Hits In Today's Sound
Barbara Carroll - Plays The Best Of George & Ira Gershwin
Barbara Carroll - Satin Doll
June Christy - This Is June Christy!
Michael Colina - Shadow Of Urbano
Jackie Coon - Jazzin' Around
Martin Denny ‎– Exotic Night
Ella Fitzgerald - Montreux 1975
Ella Fitzgerald And Oscar Peterson - Ella And Oscar
Roy Fox And His Band - At The Monseigneur Restaurant
Benny Goodman - Francaise
Dave Grusin ‎– A Jazz Version Of The Broadway Hit Subways Are For Sleeping (VG-)
Dave Grusin ‎– Mountain Dance
The Bobby Hackett Quartet Plus Vic Dickenson - S/T
Lionel Hampton - Live At Midem
Lionel Hampton - Hamp's Golden Favorites
Wayne Henderson - Big Daddy's Place
Jon Hendricks & Company ‎– Love
Paul Horn - Inside
Paul Horn & Steven Halpern - Connections
Lena Horne/Harry Belafonte - Porgy And Bess
Jackie & Roy - Time & Love
Milt Jackson, Count Basie - Vol 1
Keith Jarrett - Changes
Antonio Carlos Jobim - Love, Strings and Jobim
Tom Justice - Justice Makes Love
Yank Lawson And Bob Haggart - The World's Greatest Jazz Band
Peggy Lee - Greatest Hits
Meade Lux Lewis - Barrel House Piano
Ramsey Lewis - Live At The Savoy
The Manhattan Transfer - Best Of
Herbie Mann - New Mann At Newport
Ann-Margret - Kitty Kallen - Della Reese ‎– 3 Great Girls
Mark-Almond - S/T
Mark-Almond - II
Mark-Almond - Rising
Jay McShann - The Man From Muskogee
Red Mitchell - Red Mitchell (VG-)
Wes Montgomery - California Dreaming
Turk Murphy's Jazz Band - San Francisco Jazz
Turk Murphy's Jazz Band - San Francisco Memories
Jimmy Noon & Earl Hines - At The Apex Club
Red Norvo, Teddy Wilson, Gene Krupa.. - Jazz Concert
Billy Oskay And Michael O Domhnail - Nightnoise
André Previn, Gerry Mulligan, Carmen McRae ‎– Performing Music From The Subterraneans - Original Sound Track Album (Cover VG-)
George Russell & The Living Time Orchestra - The African Game
Pee Wee Russell - S/T
Diane Schuur - Schuur Thing
Diane Schuur - Timeless
Bud Shank/Shorty Rogers - California Concert
Frank Sinatra - S/T
Bessie Smith - The Bessie Smith Story Vol III w/ Joe Smith & Fletcher Henderson's Hot Six
Cal Tjader - The Shining Sea
Various - Round Midnight OST
Sarah Vaughan - The George Gershwin Songbook
Lou Watters' Yerba Buena Jazz Band - S/T
Nancy Wilson - Broadway My Way
Nancy Wilson - For Once In My Life
Zaccarias And His Orchestra - Dance The Bossa Nova
Soul/R&B/Funk/Disco/Gospel
Marian Anderson With Franz Rupp ‎– Spirituals
Marian Anderson - The Lady From Philadelphia
Automatic Man - S/T
Blue Magic - Thirteen Blue Magic LAne
Bus Boys - Minimum Wage Rock & Roll
Ray Charles - His All Time Great Performances (2LP)
Chocolate Milk - We're All In This Together
Commodores - Natural High
Commodores - Heroes
The Crusaders - Chain Reaction
The Crusaders - Crusaders I
Godfrey Daniel ‎– Take A Sad Song...
Tyrone Davis - Turning Point!
Fats Domino ‎– Sings Million Record Hits
Fats Domino - Twistin' The Stomp (Cover VG-)
Dobie Gray - Drift Away
Jester Hairston And His Chorus ‎– A Profile Of Negro Life in Song
Alberta Hunter - The Glory Of
Ink Spots - Vol 2
Mahalia Jackson - The World's Greatest Gospel Singer
The Jacksons - Triumph
J.O.B. Orquestra ‎– Open The Doors To Your Heart
Grace Jones ‎– Warm Leatherette
Kongas ‎– Africanism
O.B. McClinton - Album No. 2
The Persuasions - Comin' At Ya
The Pointer Sisters - Energy
Lea Roberts - Lady Lea
Smokey Robinson - Yes It's You Lady
Diana Ross - Lady Sings The Blues 2LP
Diana Ross & Lionel Richie - Endless Love
The Shirelles - Sweet Soul From 2LP
Silver Convention - S/T
Donna Summer - A Love Trilogy
Donna Summer - She Works Hard For The Money
Donna Summer - Donna Summer
The Supremes - A Bit Of Liverpool (Cover VG-)
The Sylvers - The Best Of
Johnnie Taylor - Super Taylor
The Temptations - Christmas Card
Various - The Big Chill OST (Marvin Gaye, Temptations, Miracles, Aretha..)
War - Deliver The Word
Dionne Warwick - Friends
Bobby Womack - So Many Rivers
Folk/Country/Southern Rock
A Goodly Company Of Dulcimer Artists ‎– Pastime With Good Company - Dulcimer Music For The Christmas Season
Chet Atkins & Les Paul - Chester & Lester
Joan Baez - Recently
Joan Baez - David's Album
Joan Baez - Any Day Now
Bobby Bare - Hard Time Hungrys
Black Oak Arkansas - High On The Hog
Black Oak Arkansas - Keep The Faith
J.D. Blackfoot - Southbound And Gone
Glen Campbell - The Artistry Of 2LP
Harry Chapin - Heads & Tails
Patsy Cline - Today Tomorrow & Forever (Top seam unglued)
Malcolm Dalglish & Grey Larsen ‎– The First Of Autumn
The Charlie Daniels Band - Whiskey
John Denver - I Want To Live
John Denver - Autograph
John Denver - Whose Garden Was This
John Denver - Spirit
John Denver - Farewell Andromeda
Nelson Eddy - Stour-Hearted Men
Joe Ely - Honky Tonk Masquerade
Joe Ely - Musta Notta Gotta Lotta
Kinky Friedman - Sold American (Cover VG-)
Norman Greenbaum - Petaluma
Norman Greenbaum With Dr. West's Medicine Show And Junk Band
Arlo Guthrie - S/T
Arlo Guthrie - Amigo
Tim Hardin ‎– Suite For Susan Moore And Damion - We Are - One, One, All In One
Burl Ives - More Folksongs By 10"
Waylon Jennings And The Kimberleys - S/T (VG-)
Leo Kottke - Leo Kottke
Sleepy LaBeef - It Ain't What You Eat It's The Way How You Chew It
k.d. lang ‎– The Making Of Shadowland
Peter Lang - Back To The Wall
Gordon Lightfoot - Summertime Dream
Mama's Pride ‎– Mama's Pride
Mother Earth - Living With The Animals
Tracy Nelson - S/T
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - All The Good Times
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - The Rest Of The Dream
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Ricochet
Outlaws - Ghost Riders
Jim Post ‎– Slow To 20
Mason Proffit ‎– Wanted
Redwing - Redwing
The Roches ‎– Keep On Doing
Kenny Rogers And The First Edition ‎– Ruby, Don't Take Your Love To Town
Linda Ronstadt & The Stone Poneys - Stoney End
Linda Ronstadt - Hand Sown Home Grown
Linda Ronstadt - Greatest Hits
Linda Ronstadt - S/T
Linda Ronstadt - Different Drum
Linda Ronstadt - Silk Purse
Linda Ronstadt - Heart Like A Wheel
Tom Rush - Tom Rush
John B Sebastian - S/T
John Stewart - California Bloodlines
The Stone Poneys Feat. Linda Ronstadt - S/T
Various - White Mansions - A Tale From The American Civil War 1861-1865 (Jessi Coulter, Waylon Jennings, John Dillon, Steve Cash)
Various - The Legend Of Jesse James (Levon Helm, Johnny Cash, Emmylou Harris, Charlie Daniels)
Wet Willie - The Wetter The Better
Hank Williams Jr - Country Shadows (Cover G+)
Jesse Colin Young ‎– The Soul Of A City Boy
Jesse Colin Young - Love On The Wing
Jesse Colin Young - Light Shine
Jesse Colin Young - Songbird
Jesse Colin Young - Song For Juli
New Age/Ambient
William Ackerman ‎– Conferring With The Moon
Darol Anger - Barbara Higbie ‎– Tideline
Scott Cossu - Wind Dance
George Cromarty - Wind In The Heather
Alex de Grassi - Southern Exposure
Steven Halpern - Georgia Kelly - Ancient Echoes
Steven Halpern - Prelude
Mannheim Steamroller - Fresh Aire III
Michael Manring - Unusual Weather
Shadowfax ‎– The Dreams Of Children
Vangelis - Heaven And Hell
Vangelis - Opera Sauvage
Vangelis - Spiral
Vangelis - Beaubourg
Vangelis - Mask
Vangelis - Invisible Connections
Vangelis - See You Later
Vangelis - China
Various - Soul Of The Machine -- The Windham Hill Sampler Of New Electronic Music
Andreas Vollenweider ‎– ... Behind The Gardens - Behind The Wall - Under The Tree ...
Paul Winter ‎– Canyon
Hawaiian/Pacific
Alfred Apaka - Aloha Apaka
Bill Kaiwa - Paniolo Country Western
Danny Kapoi Trio - At The Sheraton Maui
Soundtracks
Beauty and The Beast / Of Love and Hope (Music and Poetry)
The Blue Lagoon
Buck Rogers In The 25th Century (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Dirty Dancing In Concert
Earthquake
Electra Glide In Blue
Fame
Jesus Christ Superstar
Light Of Day
Lisztomania
The Man From Snowy River
The Music Of Cosmos
The Natural (Randy Newman)
Pippin
The Razor’s Edge
The Rocky Horror Show: Original Australian Cast Album
Saturday Night Fever
Shock Treatment Cast ‎– Shock Treatment / Overture
Silent Running
Stand By Me
Superman (Cover VG-)
Times Square
To Sir, With Love
The London Symphony Orchestra And Chambre Choir ‎– Tommy / As Performed By The London Symphony Orchestra And Chambre Choir With Guest Soloists Boxset
Various ‎– Fonzie Favorites
Comedy/Spoken Word
Cheech And Chong - S/T
Cheech And Chong - Get Out Of My Room
The Firesign Theatre - I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus
The Firesign Theatre - Waiting For The Electrician..
The Firesign Theatre - The Giant Rat Of Sumatra
Dick Gregory - At Kent State 2LP
Tom Lehrer - Songs By Tom Lehrer
The Monty Python Instant Record Collection
National Lampoon - White Album
Orson Welles - The Begatting Of The President
Children's
The Chipmunks - Chipmunk Punk
Maurice Evans Reads A. A. Milne ‎– Winnie-The-Pooh
Maurice Evans Reads A. A. Milne ‎– More Winnie-The-Pooh
Pete's Dragon - Disney
The Rescuers (Disney)
Miscellaneous
Boniface Bonnie ‎– Night & Daylight Yeibichei (Native American)
Bonzo Dog Band ‎– Beast Of The Bonzos
Bonzo Dog Band - THe History Of The Bonzos 2LP
Tomita - The Planets
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2020.10.18 02:17 Jrubas Mom caught me naked

What is evil?
Selfishness. Every evil act - every rape, hit, murder, genocide - springs from selfishess, from someone thinking only of themselves or of their tribe, someone giving into their perverted desires, someone wanting to make money or save themselves from embarrassment, woe, or death. Jesus Christ, the paragon of Good, was selfless and instructed His followers to be selfless as well. He died on a cross for other people’s sins. What’s more selfless than that?
Whether you believe in Him or not, the Gospel makes clear that He considered selflessness the ultimate good. Therefore, selfishness is the ultimate bad. When we all love and care for each other, the world is good. When we care only for ourselves, it is bad.
Evil exists.
I know because my grandparents are evil.
You wouldn’t know it by looking at them. They’re libreral, they recycle, they care about the planet and they believe in science. My father is a Republican and I grew up looking at Democrats as the bad guys, but even deep down, I admired my grandparents and thought, in my own half-formed way, that we should all strive to be like them.
They both grew up in the sixties and met at Woodstock. Grandma came from a middle class family that she rebelled against and Grandpa came from the wrong side of the tracks, a fact of which he was perversely proud. “I’m a real common man,” he would say with a grin. By the time I was fifteen in 2015, they were retired and living in a retirement community near Daytona Beach. In the summer of 2016, they invited me down to spend a few weeks with them.
I barely got to see them after they moved in 2010 and I jumped at the chance, especially since my father and I didn’t get along. Typical teenage rebellion stuff that looks stupid in hindsight. I took a plane to Daytona in early June and they met me at the airport. “Hey, there you are,” Grandpa said and pulled me into a hug. There was something different about them, something that bothered me for my first two days there, something that I just couldn’t place. There was a..a...a glow about them, and the twinkle in my grandfather’s eye was one of a much younger man. Maybe even someone my age - a randy and mischievous boy who hadn’t been worn down by fifty years of work, kids, and mortgage payments. With Grandma, the change was physical. She seemed...I don’t know...more lively, like a young girl in the bloom of youth. I figured I kind of aged them up in my mind and thought of them as older and slower than they really were. They weren’t that old, after all, and had never been in anything approaching poor health.
Their community - called Lamplighter - was a fifty-five and over trailer park in Port Orange near the South Daytona line. The trailers were all modern doublewides, well-maintained, and the yards were green and spacious. There was a club house at the front of the park featuring a room for events, a little gym, and a library. Next to it was a pool. The residents were all friendly and nice. My first day there, Grandma and Grandpa took me to a social event at the clubhouse and I was the star of the show; old men patted my back, old ladies pinched my cheek, it was kind of annoying but also nice. Girls might get compliments all the time, but guys really don’t, and it felt good to be the center of attention for a little bit.
The only downside was the handyman, Jeff. Close to fifty, he was slow and crept around the edge of the room like an attack dog, his eyes always on me, like a painting that follows you around no matter where you go. “He’s very protective of us,” Grandpa explained, “he’s sort of our bodyguard.” He laughed like that was the funniest thing ever. “Don’t worry about him.”
Grandma and Grandpa’s next door neighbor was a guy named Jim Anderson. He wore polo shirts, plaid shorts, black socks pulled up his hairy calves, and putzed around his yard all day long doing next to nothing. His granddaughter lived with him. Her name was Lindsey. I met her at the clubhouse one day when I was getting Grandma and Grandpa’s mail. I slammed the little door and turned, and there she was, on the same mission. She was a few inches shorter than me and thicc, for a lack of a better term - I can’t bring myself to call her pudgy even if, maybe, she was. Her long brown hair shimmered in the tropical sun and she had this little gap in her front teeth that I instantly thought of as cute. Not in a demeaning way, just…
I was attracted to her. I thought she was beautiful and the moment I saw her, my heart launched into my throat. She felt me staring and turned to look at me, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Uh...hey,” I said.
“Hey,” she replied cautiously.
“Kind of shocking to see someone around here who isn’t seventy.”
“I live with my grandpa.”
“Oh I’m visiting mine.” I shoved my hands nervously into the pockets of my hoodie and tried not to look like a dweeb. “I’m Kyle.”
“Lindsey,” she said and shut the mailbox.
We walked back together and made small talk. I was awkward and she was uncomfortable. Looking back at it now, I cringe, but I also smile.
Lindsey told me that her parents were killed in a car crash three years ago. She was a self-professed book worm and “old fashioned.” She liked the same music my grandparents did and had a real hard-on for the seventies and eighties. “I just love everything about them,” she gushed. Her face shone like a lamp, and, if possible, she was even more beautiful than she was before. “The clothes, the music, just...everything. It was so much better back then. I wish I had a time machine.”
Because she didn’t “connect” with our generation, Lindsey didn’t have many friends. “I’ve always gotten along better with older people.”
“So you’re one of them,” I said cheekily and nodded to an old woman in her yard.
Lindsey laughed. “I guess.”
She said that there were five teenagers in the community, all living with an older relative. They hung out at the clubhouse sometimes, sharing each other’s company because they were all they had in a place like this. She invited me to hang out with them, and two days later, we met at the pool. There was Lindsey, a black boy named Nathan, a white boy named Evan, a white girl named Cassidy, and an Asian boy named Tran who went by T. “I like to keep it fresh,” he told me with a big grin.
“Fresh as a dirty diaper,” Nathan said and rolled his eyes.
“You got me fucked up,” T said.
“Man, shut up,” Nathan said, “you sound so dumb. I thought y’all were supposed to be educated.”
“School of Pimpanomics Class of 2016,” T replied.
Evan snorted. “You wish.”
We hung out most of the day and when it was over, I decided that I liked them.
It didn’t last very long.
Three days later, T dropped out of sight. I went to his house and his grandparents said he moved in with an uncle in Iowa. There was something in their eyes that told me they weren’t being entirely honest.
I accepted their story anyway. I wish I hadn’t.
Me, Lindsey, and the others would walk around the trailer park together, just talking and goofing off, and after a while, I realized that every time we did, Jeff would pass in his old truck and glare at us, then follow us on foot, pretending to do other things but glowering at us like he expected us to do something wrong. I kind of got that even then - some teens do dumb shit - but the murder in his eyes creeped me out.
Did he do something to T?
Handyman Jeff...more like Jeff the Killer.
Heh.
In early July, Evan disappeared. Same thing. His grandparents said he moved away. Their eyes were red as though they’d been crying, and his grandmother’s voice trembled as she told me he was gone.
It felt like she was telling me he died.
The rest of us talked about it. Nathan agreed with me that something was wrong. Cassidy thought we were stupid. Lindsey just looked uncomfortable. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” she said. “Kids come and go here. You know that.”
“Yeah,” Nathan said, “a little too much.”
“Because they visit.”
“Not all of them,” Nathan pointed out. “How many kids have we known who moved away?”
Lindsey fell silent.
“He’s wrong,” she told me later. We were walking aimlessly along one of the twisting streets after dark, the humid light of the moon playing in her hair. “There’s nothing strange about it at all. He’s just paranoid.”
I didn’t notice the hint of desperation in her voice, I didn’t realize she was begging me to believe her.
If I had, I may have known she was lying to me.
“Maybe,” I said, “I don’t know.”
She stopped and looked at me, her eyes dark and mysterious. “Really. Don’t get caught up in some conspiracy stuff.”
We gazed into each other’s eyes, and slowly, like the moon pulling the tide, our lips met. She kissed me, her tongue light and timid, and I kissed her back, mine clumsy and overeager. She grabbed the front of my hoodie and pulled me closer, and I cupped her face in my hands. The kiss deepened and became more urgent, Her heart pounded against mine and I remember thinking She’s really into it. I was too dumb to realize that she was a lost soul, a stranger in a strange land who had always been alintated from other kids by her obsession with times gone by. I didn’t realize that deep down, she was sad and alone and on the outside looking in...that she was desperate for someone, a boy her own age, to understand her.
I just thought she liked me.
She pulled away from me and flashed a dreamy smile. “That was nice,” she said.
“Yeah,” I said, the taste of her mouth like candy on my lips, “it was.”
I put my arm around her and we walked home.
The next day, I went over to Nathan’s house.
His grandfather, a stooped man in a baseball cap boasting the name of the company her served with in Vietnam, appeared at the door. “Is Nathan here?” I asked.
Even if I live to be a thousand, I’ll never forget the look of hatred that crossed his wizened face. His bushy eyebrows angled down in a deadly V and her puckered lips drew into a wild sneer. The venom in his expression struck me like a fist to the stomach and I stumbled back against the railing. “He’s not here,” he spat, “he went to visit his aunt.” His eyes hardened as he spoke and his lips puckered even more, as though the words were sour in his mouth.
“Oh...okay.”
He slammed the door, and even though it was almost ninety degrees, a shiver raced down my spine. I turned and froze.
Across the street, Jeff stood next to a bush in someone’s front yard, a pair of sheers at his side.
He was staring at me.
His expression was much like Nathan’s grandfather’s.
An old woman came out of her trailer and walked over to him. He turned to her, and the hate was gone, replaced by the look of a small puppy overjoyed to see its master. I took the opportunity to escape and made my way to the clubhouse. I found Lindsey and Cassidy sitting in the library. Lindsey smiled when she saw me, but it faded away at my pale-faced expression. I sat down across from them and stole a look around, crazily convinced that Jeff would be there, like a killer from a bad horror movie who can be anywhere he wants, anytime he wants to be there.
“Nathan’s gone,” I said.
I told them what happened, and the color drained from Cassidy’s face.
“Come on, guys,” Lindsey said, “it’s nothing. He only went to visit his aunt. He’s coming back.”
“Seems kind of strange that it just happened like this,” I said. “He didn’t even mention it.”
“That’s Nathan for you,” she said.
I was stupid and in love...so I listened to her. I trusted Lindsey over my own gut instinct and I accepted a lie, once again.
After Nathan disappeared, I didn’t see much of Cassidy. I spent most of my time with Lindsey. We would sit in the padded swing on her front porch talking and holding hands. When her grandfather wasn’t around, we touched and kissed. When he was around, she would show me music videos from the seventies and eighties on her phone. I didn’t really like any of it, but her face always lit up when the music started to play, and she would stare at the screen with a sly little smile. Mesmerized. That’s how she looked. With each video, she lost herself in a time that she never knew, a time that she fetishized and revered only the way someone who wasn’t really there can. For her, the eighties were a warm, fuzzy dream. Nothing bad happened there. It was perfect. It was paradise.
On July 25 - I can still remember every detail - Lindsey’s grandfather was away. She led me into her bedroom and we kissed on her bed until we were heady and drunk on one another. Our hands roamed and our bodies quaked with need.
She was never more beautiful than she was with her hair pooled around her head like a halo, and no woman has ever felt as right as Lindsey did. Someone, somewhere, said that your first time is always awful, but mine wasn’t.
At the end of July, Grandma and Grandpa started acting strangely. Grandpa wouldn’t look me in the face and when Grandma did, I saw mourning in her eyes. The atmosphere, light and summery since June, turned dark and tense. Grandpa didn’t joke and twinkle and all of Grandma’s liveliness seemed to have drained away overnight. It was almost like someone died. I asked them what was wrong but they said everything was fine.
Bullshit.
It was probably a cancer diagnosis or something. One of them was sick and the doctors didn’t think they’d make it. Dread gnawed at me and I laid awake at night in worry.
I’m not exactly the best at sharing my emotions, I keep things to myself, but Lindsey managed to drag it out of me one day. We were sitting on her grandfather’s padded porch swing, our fingers entwined and Lindsey’s head resting on my shoulder. She always squeezed so tight...like she was afraid someone would take me away from her. “It’s probably nothing,” I said haltingly, “I just...I’m kind of scared.”
When she didn’t reply, I turned to look at her. Unshed tears shimmered in her eyes. A single bead streaked down her freckled cheek like a fleck of diamond, and my heart dropped. “What?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Nothing. I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“How much I don’t want you to leave.”
Is it possible for something to sound like a lie and the truth at the same time? Can someone mean what they say, but mean something else?
I pulled my hand out of hers and put my arm around her shoulder. She melted into me, and we just sat there, the only sound the hiss of the wind in the trees and the metallic tinkle of windchimes. I wanted to promise I wouldn’t leave her, that we could stay together, but I couldn’t, so I said nothing.
Friday night, August 2, I was sitting in my room and scrolling through Discord when Grandpa came in without knocking. Grandpa always knocked.
I looked up, and his face was pale and drawn. He looked far, far older than I’d ever seen him.
In an instant, I knew something was wrong. “Lindsey’s here.”
That’s not what I expected to hear at all. Your Grandmother’s dead, maybe, or I have terminal AIDS. Why did he look so upset that Lindsey was here?
I put my computer aside, pulled on my hoodie, and went outside. Lindsey stood at the bottom of the stairs, and when she saw me, the corners of her mouth turned up in a pallid smile. “Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” she replied gloomy.
“What’s up?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I just wanted to see if...you wanted to go for a walk.”
Hand-in-hand, we made our way toward the clubhouse. I told her about my grandfather and she listened silently. Her grip on my hand tightened the closer we got - then, I thought she did it to comfort me, but now I think it was out of desperation. The clubhouse appeared in the distance, every window blazing with light. Something was happening. A 90th birthday party or a 50th anniversary, maybe.
Lindsey stopped me. I turned to face her, and, pushing up on her tippy toes, she held my face in her hands and kissed me. Were those tears in her eyes again?
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too,” I replied.
Did I mean it? I don’t know. I was fifteen. Did she mean it? In her own way, I think she did.
Holding my hand again, she led me purposely toward the clubhouse, her grip forcing my knuckles together.
We were at the back door by the mailboxes when she let go. Her hand fluttered to her face and she began to cry.
I opened my mouth, but someone hit me from behind and I blacked out.

***

I came awake gradually, like a diver rising from the depths. My head throbbed in sickly rhythm with my heart and my stomach churned so badly I almost puked. I pushed myself to a sitting position and a wave of nausea crashed over me. I moaned and almost went down again.
When I recovered, I looked around, my heartbeat speeding up. I was in a cage in the storeroom, murky light emanating from an overhead bulb. I was naked save for my boxers and there was a dog collar around my neck.
A door opened, and Lindsey came in, her eyes pointed ashamedly at her feet. She wore a long brown robe with the hood pushed back. Her face was white and her steps somber. “What’s going on?” I asked, panic gripping me. “What’s happening?”
Still not looking at me, Lindsey knelt before the cage. “I tried to stop them.”
“Who?” I asked.
“The Masters.”
My head spun. Masters? Who were the masters?
“I really tried,” she said, her voice breaking. “But you were chosen.”
“For what?” I asked.
Finally, she looked up at me, great sadness in her eyes. “As a sacrifice.”
Before I could reply, Jeff came in, a lesh in one hand and a cattle prod in the other. Lindsey produced a key from the folds of her robe and unlocked the cage. Jeff dragged me out, attached the lesh to the collar, and shoved me toward the door, making me stumble.
They led me into the main room, where all the events were held, and what I saw froze my blood. All of the residents - old men, old ladies, people I had spent the summer getting to know - were crowded in the middle of the floor, each one wearing a robe like Lindsey’s. Jerking left and right, I saw Nathan’s grandparents, Evan’s, mine. Grandma looked away, tears streaming down her face, and Grandpa gazed into the ether, regret stamped onto his face. At the head of the room was a metal X-shaped thing on a raised platform. Mr. Anderson stood next to it and watched me with disdain as Jeff and Lindsey strapped me into it, binding my wrists and ankles. Lindsey stroked my cheek, favored me with a longing look, then joined the crowd.
Mr. Anderson’s voice filled the room, rich and booming. “We are gathered here tonight as the Last Generation, the Greatest Generation, the Generation That Shall Not Pass.”
“Forever,” everyone intoned.
“Winter approaches each of us, but we will not give it quarter. We will not allow ourselves to fade away. We have built the altar and the works upon it and we will not hand them down.”
I struggled against my bonds, sputtering broken words and half-coherent prayers. I flexed and rolled my wrists.
The right one...the one that Lindsey secured...was loose.
“...we will not lay down and let a new generation, an inferior generation, take our place. This is our world and we will cede it to no one.”
He withdrew a wickedly sharp knife from beneath his robe, and terror burst inside of me. “We will consume the blood of this boy and it will sustain us. On their blood, we will live. On their bones, we will build. With their lives, we will dwell in power forever.”
“Forever.”
I yanked, tugged, and arched my back. The strap was looser. If I pulled just a little more, I could get my hand free.
Mr. Anderson took a step toward me, but a long, high scream stopped him. Everyone turned to look at Nathan’s grandmother. Her chest rose and fell and her eyes bulged from their sockets in madness. “This isn’t right!” she screamed. “We can’t do this!”
Her husband tried to calm her, but she pulled away. “It’s wrong! You killed my grandbaby and it’s wrong!” She broke down in tears.
Mr. Anderson looked at Jeff and Jeff walked over. Nathan’s grandfather glared. “You stay away from her. Can’t you see she’s mourning?”
“There is no mourning,” Mr. Anderson said.
Jeff grabbed Nathan’s grandfather. With surprising speed, Nathan’s grandfather punched him in the face. A shocked murmur ran through the room, and Mr. Anderson went to go help his minion. Jeff, having recovered, lunged for Nathan’s grandfather and pinned him to the wall.
Nathan’s grandmother screamed and attacked Jeff with a flurry of slaps. Jeff shoved her away, and someone held her back. I flexed and rolled my wrists harder, harder, harder. Finally, my hand slipped out, and working on pure adrenaline, I unstrapped my other hand and my feet.
“He’s getting away!” someone cried.
I jumped from the platform and bolted for the nearest door, my bare feet slapping against the tiles and my heartbeat echoing through my head. They chased me, but I didn’t look back, couldn’t look back.
Slamming through the door, I ran down the street toward the main road where traffic streaked by in both directions.
I don’t remember almost being hit by a car, don’t remember how I wound up in the back of a police cruiser sobbing hysterically. I wished I didn’t remember any of it.
The police didn’t believe my story. Grandma and Grandpa cooked up a story about a fight and said I ran away. Dad bought it because he thought I was an asshole, and Mom bought it because who wants to believe that their parents are killers?
I haven’t spoken to anyone about this since it happened. Not Mom, not Dad, and not my grandparents. They send me cards for my birthday and Christmas but I never read them. Last month, I got one for Easter, and I don’t know why, but I looked inside.
We’re sorry, Grandma had written, but we’re afraid to let go.
I believe them. They’re terrified of letting go and passing away.
They’re terrified of growing old and dying.
They’re terrified of us.
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2020.10.18 02:16 Jrubas Me caught mom naked

What is evil?
Selfishness. Every evil act - every rape, hit, murder, genocide - springs from selfishess, from someone thinking only of themselves or of their tribe, someone giving into their perverted desires, someone wanting to make money or save themselves from embarrassment, woe, or death. Jesus Christ, the paragon of Good, was selfless and instructed His followers to be selfless as well. He died on a cross for other people’s sins. What’s more selfless than that?
Whether you believe in Him or not, the Gospel makes clear that He considered selflessness the ultimate good. Therefore, selfishness is the ultimate bad. When we all love and care for each other, the world is good. When we care only for ourselves, it is bad.
Evil exists.
I know because my grandparents are evil.
You wouldn’t know it by looking at them. They’re libreral, they recycle, they care about the planet and they believe in science. My father is a Republican and I grew up looking at Democrats as the bad guys, but even deep down, I admired my grandparents and thought, in my own half-formed way, that we should all strive to be like them.
They both grew up in the sixties and met at Woodstock. Grandma came from a middle class family that she rebelled against and Grandpa came from the wrong side of the tracks, a fact of which he was perversely proud. “I’m a real common man,” he would say with a grin. By the time I was fifteen in 2015, they were retired and living in a retirement community near Daytona Beach. In the summer of 2016, they invited me down to spend a few weeks with them.
I barely got to see them after they moved in 2010 and I jumped at the chance, especially since my father and I didn’t get along. Typical teenage rebellion stuff that looks stupid in hindsight. I took a plane to Daytona in early June and they met me at the airport. “Hey, there you are,” Grandpa said and pulled me into a hug. There was something different about them, something that bothered me for my first two days there, something that I just couldn’t place. There was a..a...a glow about them, and the twinkle in my grandfather’s eye was one of a much younger man. Maybe even someone my age - a randy and mischievous boy who hadn’t been worn down by fifty years of work, kids, and mortgage payments. With Grandma, the change was physical. She seemed...I don’t know...more lively, like a young girl in the bloom of youth. I figured I kind of aged them up in my mind and thought of them as older and slower than they really were. They weren’t that old, after all, and had never been in anything approaching poor health.
Their community - called Lamplighter - was a fifty-five and over trailer park in Port Orange near the South Daytona line. The trailers were all modern doublewides, well-maintained, and the yards were green and spacious. There was a club house at the front of the park featuring a room for events, a little gym, and a library. Next to it was a pool. The residents were all friendly and nice. My first day there, Grandma and Grandpa took me to a social event at the clubhouse and I was the star of the show; old men patted my back, old ladies pinched my cheek, it was kind of annoying but also nice. Girls might get compliments all the time, but guys really don’t, and it felt good to be the center of attention for a little bit.
The only downside was the handyman, Jeff. Close to fifty, he was slow and crept around the edge of the room like an attack dog, his eyes always on me, like a painting that follows you around no matter where you go. “He’s very protective of us,” Grandpa explained, “he’s sort of our bodyguard.” He laughed like that was the funniest thing ever. “Don’t worry about him.”
Grandma and Grandpa’s next door neighbor was a guy named Jim Anderson. He wore polo shirts, plaid shorts, black socks pulled up his hairy calves, and putzed around his yard all day long doing next to nothing. His granddaughter lived with him. Her name was Lindsey. I met her at the clubhouse one day when I was getting Grandma and Grandpa’s mail. I slammed the little door and turned, and there she was, on the same mission. She was a few inches shorter than me and thicc, for a lack of a better term - I can’t bring myself to call her pudgy even if, maybe, she was. Her long brown hair shimmered in the tropical sun and she had this little gap in her front teeth that I instantly thought of as cute. Not in a demeaning way, just…
I was attracted to her. I thought she was beautiful and the moment I saw her, my heart launched into my throat. She felt me staring and turned to look at me, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Uh...hey,” I said.
“Hey,” she replied cautiously.
“Kind of shocking to see someone around here who isn’t seventy.”
“I live with my grandpa.”
“Oh I’m visiting mine.” I shoved my hands nervously into the pockets of my hoodie and tried not to look like a dweeb. “I’m Kyle.”
“Lindsey,” she said and shut the mailbox.
We walked back together and made small talk. I was awkward and she was uncomfortable. Looking back at it now, I cringe, but I also smile.
Lindsey told me that her parents were killed in a car crash three years ago. She was a self-professed book worm and “old fashioned.” She liked the same music my grandparents did and had a real hard-on for the seventies and eighties. “I just love everything about them,” she gushed. Her face shone like a lamp, and, if possible, she was even more beautiful than she was before. “The clothes, the music, just...everything. It was so much better back then. I wish I had a time machine.”
Because she didn’t “connect” with our generation, Lindsey didn’t have many friends. “I’ve always gotten along better with older people.”
“So you’re one of them,” I said cheekily and nodded to an old woman in her yard.
Lindsey laughed. “I guess.”
She said that there were five teenagers in the community, all living with an older relative. They hung out at the clubhouse sometimes, sharing each other’s company because they were all they had in a place like this. She invited me to hang out with them, and two days later, we met at the pool. There was Lindsey, a black boy named Nathan, a white boy named Evan, a white girl named Cassidy, and an Asian boy named Tran who went by T. “I like to keep it fresh,” he told me with a big grin.
“Fresh as a dirty diaper,” Nathan said and rolled his eyes.
“You got me fucked up,” T said.
“Man, shut up,” Nathan said, “you sound so dumb. I thought y’all were supposed to be educated.”
“School of Pimpanomics Class of 2016,” T replied.
Evan snorted. “You wish.”
We hung out most of the day and when it was over, I decided that I liked them.
It didn’t last very long.
Three days later, T dropped out of sight. I went to his house and his grandparents said he moved in with an uncle in Iowa. There was something in their eyes that told me they weren’t being entirely honest.
I accepted their story anyway. I wish I hadn’t.
Me, Lindsey, and the others would walk around the trailer park together, just talking and goofing off, and after a while, I realized that every time we did, Jeff would pass in his old truck and glare at us, then follow us on foot, pretending to do other things but glowering at us like he expected us to do something wrong. I kind of got that even then - some teens do dumb shit - but the murder in his eyes creeped me out.
Did he do something to T?
Handyman Jeff...more like Jeff the Killer.
Heh.
In early July, Evan disappeared. Same thing. His grandparents said he moved away. Their eyes were red as though they’d been crying, and his grandmother’s voice trembled as she told me he was gone.
It felt like she was telling me he died.
The rest of us talked about it. Nathan agreed with me that something was wrong. Cassidy thought we were stupid. Lindsey just looked uncomfortable. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” she said. “Kids come and go here. You know that.”
“Yeah,” Nathan said, “a little too much.”
“Because they visit.”
“Not all of them,” Nathan pointed out. “How many kids have we known who moved away?”
Lindsey fell silent.
“He’s wrong,” she told me later. We were walking aimlessly along one of the twisting streets after dark, the humid light of the moon playing in her hair. “There’s nothing strange about it at all. He’s just paranoid.”
I didn’t notice the hint of desperation in her voice, I didn’t realize she was begging me to believe her.
If I had, I may have known she was lying to me.
“Maybe,” I said, “I don’t know.”
She stopped and looked at me, her eyes dark and mysterious. “Really. Don’t get caught up in some conspiracy stuff.”
We gazed into each other’s eyes, and slowly, like the moon pulling the tide, our lips met. She kissed me, her tongue light and timid, and I kissed her back, mine clumsy and overeager. She grabbed the front of my hoodie and pulled me closer, and I cupped her face in my hands. The kiss deepened and became more urgent, Her heart pounded against mine and I remember thinking She’s really into it. I was too dumb to realize that she was a lost soul, a stranger in a strange land who had always been alintated from other kids by her obsession with times gone by. I didn’t realize that deep down, she was sad and alone and on the outside looking in...that she was desperate for someone, a boy her own age, to understand her.
I just thought she liked me.
She pulled away from me and flashed a dreamy smile. “That was nice,” she said.
“Yeah,” I said, the taste of her mouth like candy on my lips, “it was.”
I put my arm around her and we walked home.
The next day, I went over to Nathan’s house.
His grandfather, a stooped man in a baseball cap boasting the name of the company her served with in Vietnam, appeared at the door. “Is Nathan here?” I asked.
Even if I live to be a thousand, I’ll never forget the look of hatred that crossed his wizened face. His bushy eyebrows angled down in a deadly V and her puckered lips drew into a wild sneer. The venom in his expression struck me like a fist to the stomach and I stumbled back against the railing. “He’s not here,” he spat, “he went to visit his aunt.” His eyes hardened as he spoke and his lips puckered even more, as though the words were sour in his mouth.
“Oh...okay.”
He slammed the door, and even though it was almost ninety degrees, a shiver raced down my spine. I turned and froze.
Across the street, Jeff stood next to a bush in someone’s front yard, a pair of sheers at his side.
He was staring at me.
His expression was much like Nathan’s grandfather’s.
An old woman came out of her trailer and walked over to him. He turned to her, and the hate was gone, replaced by the look of a small puppy overjoyed to see its master. I took the opportunity to escape and made my way to the clubhouse. I found Lindsey and Cassidy sitting in the library. Lindsey smiled when she saw me, but it faded away at my pale-faced expression. I sat down across from them and stole a look around, crazily convinced that Jeff would be there, like a killer from a bad horror movie who can be anywhere he wants, anytime he wants to be there.
“Nathan’s gone,” I said.
I told them what happened, and the color drained from Cassidy’s face.
“Come on, guys,” Lindsey said, “it’s nothing. He only went to visit his aunt. He’s coming back.”
“Seems kind of strange that it just happened like this,” I said. “He didn’t even mention it.”
“That’s Nathan for you,” she said.
I was stupid and in love...so I listened to her. I trusted Lindsey over my own gut instinct and I accepted a lie, once again.
After Nathan disappeared, I didn’t see much of Cassidy. I spent most of my time with Lindsey. We would sit in the padded swing on her front porch talking and holding hands. When her grandfather wasn’t around, we touched and kissed. When he was around, she would show me music videos from the seventies and eighties on her phone. I didn’t really like any of it, but her face always lit up when the music started to play, and she would stare at the screen with a sly little smile. Mesmerized. That’s how she looked. With each video, she lost herself in a time that she never knew, a time that she fetishized and revered only the way someone who wasn’t really there can. For her, the eighties were a warm, fuzzy dream. Nothing bad happened there. It was perfect. It was paradise.
On July 25 - I can still remember every detail - Lindsey’s grandfather was away. She led me into her bedroom and we kissed on her bed until we were heady and drunk on one another. Our hands roamed and our bodies quaked with need.
She was never more beautiful than she was with her hair pooled around her head like a halo, and no woman has ever felt as right as Lindsey did. Someone, somewhere, said that your first time is always awful, but mine wasn’t.
At the end of July, Grandma and Grandpa started acting strangely. Grandpa wouldn’t look me in the face and when Grandma did, I saw mourning in her eyes. The atmosphere, light and summery since June, turned dark and tense. Grandpa didn’t joke and twinkle and all of Grandma’s liveliness seemed to have drained away overnight. It was almost like someone died. I asked them what was wrong but they said everything was fine.
Bullshit.
It was probably a cancer diagnosis or something. One of them was sick and the doctors didn’t think they’d make it. Dread gnawed at me and I laid awake at night in worry.
I’m not exactly the best at sharing my emotions, I keep things to myself, but Lindsey managed to drag it out of me one day. We were sitting on her grandfather’s padded porch swing, our fingers entwined and Lindsey’s head resting on my shoulder. She always squeezed so tight...like she was afraid someone would take me away from her. “It’s probably nothing,” I said haltingly, “I just...I’m kind of scared.”
When she didn’t reply, I turned to look at her. Unshed tears shimmered in her eyes. A single bead streaked down her freckled cheek like a fleck of diamond, and my heart dropped. “What?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Nothing. I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“How much I don’t want you to leave.”
Is it possible for something to sound like a lie and the truth at the same time? Can someone mean what they say, but mean something else?
I pulled my hand out of hers and put my arm around her shoulder. She melted into me, and we just sat there, the only sound the hiss of the wind in the trees and the metallic tinkle of windchimes. I wanted to promise I wouldn’t leave her, that we could stay together, but I couldn’t, so I said nothing.
Friday night, August 2, I was sitting in my room and scrolling through Discord when Grandpa came in without knocking. Grandpa always knocked.
I looked up, and his face was pale and drawn. He looked far, far older than I’d ever seen him.
In an instant, I knew something was wrong. “Lindsey’s here.”
That’s not what I expected to hear at all. Your Grandmother’s dead, maybe, or I have terminal AIDS. Why did he look so upset that Lindsey was here?
I put my computer aside, pulled on my hoodie, and went outside. Lindsey stood at the bottom of the stairs, and when she saw me, the corners of her mouth turned up in a pallid smile. “Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” she replied gloomy.
“What’s up?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I just wanted to see if...you wanted to go for a walk.”
Hand-in-hand, we made our way toward the clubhouse. I told her about my grandfather and she listened silently. Her grip on my hand tightened the closer we got - then, I thought she did it to comfort me, but now I think it was out of desperation. The clubhouse appeared in the distance, every window blazing with light. Something was happening. A 90th birthday party or a 50th anniversary, maybe.
Lindsey stopped me. I turned to face her, and, pushing up on her tippy toes, she held my face in her hands and kissed me. Were those tears in her eyes again?
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too,” I replied.
Did I mean it? I don’t know. I was fifteen. Did she mean it? In her own way, I think she did.
Holding my hand again, she led me purposely toward the clubhouse, her grip forcing my knuckles together.
We were at the back door by the mailboxes when she let go. Her hand fluttered to her face and she began to cry.
I opened my mouth, but someone hit me from behind and I blacked out.
***

I came awake gradually, like a diver rising from the depths. My head throbbed in sickly rhythm with my heart and my stomach churned so badly I almost puked. I pushed myself to a sitting position and a wave of nausea crashed over me. I moaned and almost went down again.
When I recovered, I looked around, my heartbeat speeding up. I was in a cage in the storeroom, murky light emanating from an overhead bulb. I was naked save for my boxers and there was a dog collar around my neck.
A door opened, and Lindsey came in, her eyes pointed ashamedly at her feet. She wore a long brown robe with the hood pushed back. Her face was white and her steps somber. “What’s going on?” I asked, panic gripping me. “What’s happening?”
Still not looking at me, Lindsey knelt before the cage. “I tried to stop them.”
“Who?” I asked.
“The Masters.”
My head spun. Masters? Who were the masters?
“I really tried,” she said, her voice breaking. “But you were chosen.”
“For what?” I asked.
Finally, she looked up at me, great sadness in her eyes. “As a sacrifice.”
Before I could reply, Jeff came in, a lesh in one hand and a cattle prod in the other. Lindsey produced a key from the folds of her robe and unlocked the cage. Jeff dragged me out, attached the lesh to the collar, and shoved me toward the door, making me stumble.
They led me into the main room, where all the events were held, and what I saw froze my blood. All of the residents - old men, old ladies, people I had spent the summer getting to know - were crowded in the middle of the floor, each one wearing a robe like Lindsey’s. Jerking left and right, I saw Nathan’s grandparents, Evan’s, mine. Grandma looked away, tears streaming down her face, and Grandpa gazed into the ether, regret stamped onto his face. At the head of the room was a metal X-shaped thing on a raised platform. Mr. Anderson stood next to it and watched me with disdain as Jeff and Lindsey strapped me into it, binding my wrists and ankles. Lindsey stroked my cheek, favored me with a longing look, then joined the crowd.
Mr. Anderson’s voice filled the room, rich and booming. “We are gathered here tonight as the Last Generation, the Greatest Generation, the Generation That Shall Not Pass.”
“Forever,” everyone intoned.
“Winter approaches each of us, but we will not give it quarter. We will not allow ourselves to fade away. We have built the altar and the works upon it and we will not hand them down.”
I struggled against my bonds, sputtering broken words and half-coherent prayers. I flexed and rolled my wrists.
The right one...the one that Lindsey secured...was loose.
“...we will not lay down and let a new generation, an inferior generation, take our place. This is our world and we will cede it to no one.”
He withdrew a wickedly sharp knife from beneath his robe, and terror burst inside of me. “We will consume the blood of this boy and it will sustain us. On their blood, we will live. On their bones, we will build. With their lives, we will dwell in power forever.”
“Forever.”
I yanked, tugged, and arched my back. The strap was looser. If I pulled just a little more, I could get my hand free.
Mr. Anderson took a step toward me, but a long, high scream stopped him. Everyone turned to look at Nathan’s grandmother. Her chest rose and fell and her eyes bulged from their sockets in madness. “This isn’t right!” she screamed. “We can’t do this!”
Her husband tried to calm her, but she pulled away. “It’s wrong! You killed my grandbaby and it’s wrong!” She broke down in tears.
Mr. Anderson looked at Jeff and Jeff walked over. Nathan’s grandfather glared. “You stay away from her. Can’t you see she’s mourning?”
“There is no mourning,” Mr. Anderson said.
Jeff grabbed Nathan’s grandfather. With surprising speed, Nathan’s grandfather punched him in the face. A shocked murmur ran through the room, and Mr. Anderson went to go help his minion. Jeff, having recovered, lunged for Nathan’s grandfather and pinned him to the wall.
Nathan’s grandmother screamed and attacked Jeff with a flurry of slaps. Jeff shoved her away, and someone held her back. I flexed and rolled my wrists harder, harder, harder. Finally, my hand slipped out, and working on pure adrenaline, I unstrapped my other hand and my feet.
“He’s getting away!” someone cried.
I jumped from the platform and bolted for the nearest door, my bare feet slapping against the tiles and my heartbeat echoing through my head. They chased me, but I didn’t look back, couldn’t look back.
Slamming through the door, I ran down the street toward the main road where traffic streaked by in both directions.
I don’t remember almost being hit by a car, don’t remember how I wound up in the back of a police cruiser sobbing hysterically. I wished I didn’t remember any of it.
The police didn’t believe my story. Grandma and Grandpa cooked up a story about a fight and said I ran away. Dad bought it because he thought I was an asshole, and Mom bought it because who wants to believe that their parents are killers?
I haven’t spoken to anyone about this since it happened. Not Mom, not Dad, and not my grandparents. They send me cards for my birthday and Christmas but I never read them. Last month, I got one for Easter, and I don’t know why, but I looked inside.
We’re sorry, Grandma had written, but we’re afraid to let go.
I believe them. They’re terrified of letting go and passing away.
They’re terrified of growing old and dying.
They’re terrified of us.
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2020.10.16 17:25 spicy_scissors Me mom caught naked

The past two years I have started to frame together that I might have been abused as a child. It has to of been before the age of 8 but I really am not too sure. There are a couple reasons why I think this but none of them involve me having any memories of the abuse or any one person involved. I try to think back but I genuinely don't have a recollection. What I do remember from my childhood though seem to me like signs of abuse:

  1. I wet the bed until I was probably 9. This was consistent and every night. I don't even remember when it stopped actually because most of my pre-pubescent memories involve bed wetting and a lot of self inflicted shame from it, my parents never made me feel like it was weird or bad and were always supportive.
  2. I could not sleep alone or in the dark until I was 12. For the first maybe 8 years of my life I cycled between my parents sleeping with my sister (2 years younger than me) and I and me sleeping with my older brother (3 years older than me) in the same bed. There was an immense fear about falling asleep. Also when I finally did start sleeping by myself I couldn't sleep with the lights off. I would put the same movie on (Little Women or Meet The Parents) and let it play. I did this for 2 years, so much so that I recite both movies as if I have memorized the script. My mother also recently remembered this out loud with me and then said "I have read children that repeat the same action thing over and over again are trying to work through something". The "working through something" has always been made to seem like it was the trauma of my older brother's suicide (See point #9) but maybe I had distinct trauma or compounded trauma before that? (I do feel like often in families with suicides there is a distinct "before" and "after" the person dies and everyone starts to think that everything "after" is only affected by that one death when it could be more)
  3. I was and have always been obsessed with sex. Talking about it, drawing naked people a lot when I was a child (like 5yo...) - this got me in trouble multiple times but I have no memories of the repercussions, I just recall being "caught" and a shameful feeling around it. My parents were both artistic as well so I think they thought it was a healthy exploration of sexuality. But I don't remember where I learned about sex from - my parents never had a conversation with me about it as a child and somehow I knew everything so well that I could draw it and tell stories about it?
  4. I used to play sexual games with other children when I was a child and I would manipulate children into touching each other. These memories alone bring up a ton of shame. Although I don't remember touching other children, I remember manipulating children to look at me and others and themselves. It disgusts me now but felt completely normal when I was a kid.
  5. I had many nanny's growing up. Maybe 5, some had husbands and boyfriends that lived with us for periods of time. I don't have any memories of abuse from anyone (loved the majority of the caretakers that I had and had a very strong bond with them) but the fact that there was people in an out of my childhood now raises alarms within the context of everything else.
  6. My sister confided in me (before I ever brought up to her my own concerns) that she worries she was sexually abused as a child and has repressed memories of it. When she said that it was like "holy shit, if you on your own are thinking this and me on my own are thinking this then wtf actually happened"
  7. My current partner (of 10 years) has asked me in tears if I have ever been abused and he seemed super shook up just having to ask me. I kind of laughed at first and then I honestly replied " I don't know". He kind of just said that sometimes I act as if I have been when we are having sex. Getting super aggressive and shutting down when we are doing regular sexual activities (these behaviour changes are rare and I don't feel in-tune enough with my memories to know where it stems from). The conversation didn't go anywhere really after that but it planted a seed that really made me start asking myself if I was abused.
  8. A good friend of mine that was my next store neighbour when we were babies who I haven't connected with in a couple years sat down to have dinner with me and (Like my sister!) said that she wonders if she was sexually abused as a child. When I said that my sister and I also have been thinking about that she started to work back all the figures in our life in the neighbourhood we grew up in. No one we brought up "seemed" like a red flag - but we all had older brothers and from young ages hung around in multiple neighbour's homes. These memories alone are quite fuzzy.
  9. My brother committed suicide when he was 15 ( I was 12). Because of the trauma I don't have strong memories before that time. Him and I were extremely close (from my memory) and I idolized him. He was never really all that affectionate but we bonded over shared interests. I do have certain memories that I can recall that verge on "weird" to me - maybe a week before he died I tried to take a photo of him and he attacked me and pinned me on the bed, I remember becoming aroused (my adult self now kind of equated his anger and pinning me with the fact that he was probably planning his suicide and was in the process of getting rid of all evidence of himself and the photo was a trigger- he burned his items and personal notebooks before he died as an example) . I have gone back to these memories a lot through my life so they feel solid and quite real. I know that my brother struggled with severe unrelenting anxiety to the point where he refused to leave his room and eat and no one really had a "reason" for it, he went on medication and eventually took his own life. My adult self feels weirder and weirder about the severe circumstances around his life leading up to his suicide - he was a child... just 15. Something wasn't right. Even now as a family we chalk it up to just "a chemical imbalance" but something still feels just off.
  10. I struggled a lot with my sexuality and sexual orientation as a child. I told my mom I was bisexual when I was 11 - I hated men for a long time but was attracted to older males at a very young age. Used to have "crushes" on family members and older family friends. This general sexual interest led to me being quite promiscuous in my adult years. Having risky and unsafe sex. Using sex as an ego booster rather than for pleasure etc. I still struggle to find pleasure in sex that isn't just from feeling more powerful.
  11. I used to pretend I was pregnant a lot when I was a child. Stuffing my clothes, pushing my belly out. I still have a fixation with pregnancy and childbirth that personally "feels" weird but I don't really know if it is. It's not an arousal thing but it definitely borders on overly consuming thoughts and obsession.
I was a nanny for a couple of years as an adult and honestly if I saw the combination of these signs in the children that I took care I would have immediately thought abuse was happening. Am I just connecting dots that really aren't there in my childhood? Has anyone here felt like a lot things in their childhood line-up to having been sexually abused but have no accessible memories of it?
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2020.10.16 07:33 jak5467 The girl in the cave. (part 1)

I’m sending this to you, dear Lucas, before it is too late. You knew what this holiday was supposed to be. A crossroads where I would truly embrace adulthood. I told you I was going to propose to Lara. As you know we travelled to Greece with Lara’s college roommate Tina and her boyfriend Kostas. Tina’s family owns a house in the mountains. She invited us to stay there for 2 weeks. I had told Tina and Kostas about my plans as well. We were going to wait and surprise Lara. Now it is too late. These passed days have proven to be seminal, but not in the way I anticipated. I fear we walked into a nightmare. Deep below us a nameless blasphemy awoke. It’s still outside. Calling for me. I know now I cannot escape.
What follows is my account of our stay in this godforsaken place. I’m going to tell you what I saw as I saw it.
All of it is true.
I stared out of the car window. My eyes bright with awe. The Pindus mountains stretched out before me. Its peaks rose in the distance like they had been kneaded together by a titan of old.
Tina turned around in the passenger seat and sniggered as she saw my expression.
‘They call these mountains the spine of Greece for a reason,’ she said.
‘I bet they do,’ I answered absentmindedly.
Lara grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently.
‘I’m happy we finally get to do this,’ she said.
I turned towards her and smiled. Lara’s golden locks swayed around her like molten gold. I leant forward and kissed her. ‘Me too.’
Tina beamed at us. ‘We deserve a break after finishing med school.’
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kostas glance at me through the rear-view mirror. He sighed. ‘yes, everyone is happy.’
Tina slapped him on the shoulder. ‘It’s too early for you to sulk already.’
Kostas sighed again. ‘Easy for you to say. You haven’t been driving for hours.’
‘I told you the house was in a remote area.’ Tina snapped.
‘I didn’t think you meant this remote,’ Kostas replied exasperatedly.
‘I offered to drive,’ I interjected.
Kostas grinned. ‘No offence Adam, but I’d rather walk up these mountains then have you drive me.’
Tina and Lara nodded their heads in agreement.
‘Fine,’ I said. ‘whatever.’
‘How much longer Tina?’ Lara asked.
‘About 2 hours.’
Kostas groaned.
‘Don’t be so grumpy,’ Tina said playfully. ‘Besides, I’m sure this region has enough creepy crawlers to keep a brave entomologist like you interested.’
Kostas smirked.
‘The house belonged to your grandparents, right?’ Lara continued.
Tina nodded her head. ‘Well actually it’s been in my family for generations. I used to spend my summers there as a child but since my parents left Greece it has fallen in disuse. My mom only decided to renovate it a couple years ago and since then we have rented it out to tourists. Admittedly it’s a little inaccessible. Only one way in and one way out but the nature is sublime. Anyways my mom made sure the house is stocked up on enough food and drink.’
‘Perfect.’ Lara said and beamed at me.
I returned a smile.
After almost two hours of climbing up mountains we reached a narrow bridge extending over a deep ravine.
Kostas stared at the old bridge.
‘Charming.’ He muttered.
Tina shot him a dirty look.
Kostas carefully maneuvered the car over the bridge. I looked out of the window only to see the steep drop of the ravine. It sent a shiver down my back.
A little inaccessible had been mildly put.
‘15 more minutes,’ Tina exclaimed excitedly.
We drove up the last section of the mountain through a dense forest. Dark clouds loomed in the distance.
‘I think there’s a storm coming.’ I said.
Tina shrugged. ‘We will be fine.’
That night a fierce storm swept over us. The wind howled as the rain crashed against the house. It made me restless. I fell in and out of sleep. Then around 5am the ground began to shake. An earthquake. It was not violent but enough to stir me awake. I looked at Lara lying next to me in a deep sleep, undisturbed by the noise outside. I stayed in bed for a couple more hours but sleep eluded me.
Around 8am I got up and walked downstairs. In the living room I hovered around a shotgun which was mounted against the wall. I knew it was meant to hunt waterfowl. As a child my grandad had often taken me duck hunting and taught me how to use guns like the one before me.
Tina and Kostas walked through the front door. Kostas’s face looked gloomy.
‘The bridge collapsed,’ he said when he saw me.
‘What?’
‘we couldn’t sleep so we went for a walk.’ Tina said. ‘Did you feel the earthquake?’
I nodded.
‘We went to check out if there was any damage,’ Tina continued. ‘The earthquake must have knocked loose some boulders which fell on the bridge and destroyed it.’
‘And to make matter worse,’ Kostas interrupted and held up his phone. ‘The storm seems to have knocked out the telephone lines. I don’t have a network anymore.’
I fished my phone out of my pocket and saw I had no connection either.
‘So, we are stuck here?’ A knot formed in my stomach.
Tina nodded. ‘For now we are. But don’t worry. The phone networks regularly fail out here. It will take a few days to repair. Then we can call the nearby town and let them know the bridge is broken. It’s happened before. And we have enough supplies to last us for weeks.’
I felt myself ease up. She was right. We were planning on chilling at the house anyways. Essentially nothing changed.
Kostas still looked sullen. ‘But there is no internet.’
Tina turned towards him. ‘It won’t kill you,’ she said.
‘Who knows?’ Kostas replied.
‘Why don’t you and Adam go play outside?’ Tina added mockingly.
‘Fine,’ Kostas replied. He turned around, grabbed his rucksack from the couch and dragged me outside with him. ‘Come on Adam, let’s check the other side of the mountain. Maybe the earthquake shook loose something else.’
We strode through the thick forest. The trees stood huge and ancient. The forest held an untouched beauty. After a while the forest began to thin out. In the distance we saw a huge rocky mountainside rise up before us. We walked out of the forest. The ground was littered with small rocks and bigger boulders. The earthquake had scarred the mountainside. A huge tear ran across the rockface before us. I took a seat on a boulder and drank some water as Kostas followed the tear and disappeared around the corner.
A few moments later I he called my name.
I hurried towards him. The tear in the walls surface had exposed the entrance of a cave. His hands held a stone tablet.
‘Look at that!’ he exclaimed excitedly, pointing at markings cut in the stone.
I traced the carvings with my finger, extracting the moss and dirt which had accumulated over the years. The tablet looked old. Very old. The language was foreign to me.
‘Is that Greek?’ I asked.
Kostas shrugged. ‘Maybe some ancient form.’
I stared at him. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be Greek?’
Kostas looked at me with wounded pride. ‘Bro, I grew up in Jersey.’
I sniggered and took a picture of the tablet.
‘What are you doing?’
‘A good friend of mine, Lucas, studied ancient Greek literature. If it is ancient Greek, he will be able to tell us.’
I sent the picture to Lucas only to receive an error message in return.
Kostas sighed. ‘Guess you will have to be patient until the network is back up.’
Kostas had taken a couple steps to the entrance of the cave.
‘We should check it out,’ he said.
‘What? Why?’
Kostas beamed at me. ‘Who knows what the ancient Greeks might have left in there. Don’t you want to find out?’
I stared at the bottomless darkness within the cave. It did not seem inviting.
‘Come on,’ Kostas encouraged. ‘Where is your sense of adventure?’
I sighed knowing Kostas would not be dissuaded.
‘Fine. But not too long.’
Kostas slapped my shoulder in excitement.
We shuffled into the cave. The darkness absorbed us. Only a thin stroke of sunlight accompanied us. Soon I had to stop. The air was heavy and smelled foul, like it was rotting. My head began to spin. Kostas pulled his shirt over his nose and indicated me to do the same.
‘What is that smell?’ I asked.
Kostas shrugged. ‘Volcanic fumes?’
We shuffled a couple more meters into the cave. Then the sunlight stopped. Abruptly. As if the light itself dared not to venture further.
‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’ I whispered. ‘I can’t see anything.’
‘Hang on,’ Kostas replied and I heard him rummage in his rucksack. He pushed a flashlight into my hands.
‘Here use this. I still have a LED in here somewhere.’
I turned on the flashlight and watched the thin ray of light pierce through the surrounding gloom. Suddenly everything before me seemed to glisten. Like silver strands in the dark. I held out my arm and walked forwards. My hand connected with something sticky. It felt like dried glue.
‘Here it is,’ Kostas exclaimed. I heard him press a button and after a brief moment of buzzing the LED light turned on illuminating our surroundings.
I yelled and fell backwards.
The shiny silver strands were webs. My hand was entangled by cobwebs. I stared around the cavern. It was massive. The LED light only illuminated a fraction of it. But what I saw made me shudder. A myriad of webs surrounded us, spreading forward like an endless silk labyrinth. The thick strands disappeared into the dark. It held a morbid beauty. I felt my heartbeat rise.
‘Kostas,’ I hissed. ‘We need to get out of here.’
‘Chill out bro. It’s just webs.’
‘Look at the size of them.’ I pleaded.
‘These webs must have been spun over generations.’ Kostas said with a smile. He seemed completely enamored by our find. It must have been his professional curiosity.
‘Look at that.’ He whispered more to himself than to me. ‘We must be the first humans to set foot in here in hundreds of years.’
‘Maybe for good reason.’
Kostas waved away my worries, opting to walk to the nearest wall and inspect the web which clung to it. He touched the silk and held it between his fingers.
‘Amazing,’ he muttered. ‘These strands are unlike anything I have seen before. Maybe this cave is filled with unknown species.’
I shuffled towards him and grabbed his arm. ‘We should go.’
Kostas rolled his eyes at my visible unease. ‘5 minutes ok?’
‘Fine,’ I said and left him alone. The air was making me feel dreary.
I wondered a couple meters further into the cave. A thick strand of silk clung to the wall beside me and disappeared into the dark before me. Absentmindedly I plucked it like a guitar string. The strand vibrated as a soft twang resonated from the sting. Soon it died out. I had had enough.
I turned around ready to make my way back to the entrance. ‘I’m going to wait for you outside.’ I called at Kostas.
Then I heard it. A soft twang resonated behind me.
I spun around to see the strand of web gently vibrate up and down. My body froze. I could barely breath as my eyes followed the strand further into the dark.
My legs were shaking. My body wanted to bolt out of here. Grab Kostas, drag him out of the cave, find the girls and take the first flight back out of here. Yet I could not move. My mind would not allow it.
A strange feeling took hold of me. Almost like a premonition of impending disaster yet my curiosity had the better of me. I grabbed the strand and shuffled deeper into the dark. I was here now. I had to know what else was.
The thick strand of silk in my hand slowly stopped vibrating as I shuffled deeper into the cave. The air became more foul with every step. I had difficulty breathing. The light of my flashlight emitted a pathetic beam into the encroaching darkness. I turned around and saw a faint dimple of light where I knew Kostas was standing. Although I could not have gone more than 30 meters he already seemed unnaturally far away. The light from his LED lamp appeared to be swallowed up completely.
My flashlight began to flicker. Then it went out.
‘Come on,’ I pleaded as I smacked the flashlight with my hands. It emitted a faint buzzing before reverting into stillness.
The darkness engulfed me. I felt it weigh me down.
I began to panic.
‘Shit,’ I muttered repeatedly as I slapped my flashlight harder. Suddenly, the flashlight emitted a beam of light, stronger than before. It pierced the veiled darkness illuminating what lay before me.
My body froze as I witnessed the colossal abomination hanging in its web in front of me. Its body a vast mass of bulbous malignancy. The creature’s scabby legs sprouted in every direction and disappeared into the surrounding darkness. A greasy coat of long hairs covered them. Its coat was of such a deep shade of black it seemingly absorbed all light from my torch. Many eyes focused on mine. A terrible hunger radiated out of them. I could barely breath. A silent wail escaped my lips. I felt my heart pound in my chest, almost as if it wanted to burst from my body. The black mass lurched forwards. Two enormous fangs snapped above my face as it slobbered over me. A hideous stench burned my nostrils. The flashlight fell out of my hands as I stumbled backwards. Then I was running. I moved with an urgency I had never felt before. I wanted to shout at Kostas but nothing escaped my throat. I darted through the dark until I saw Kostas. Without offering any explanation I grabbed his arm and yanked him with me.
‘Hey!’ He exclaimed. ‘What is the matter with you?’
I turned around ready to shout at him but I lost my footing and fell to the ground hard. I must have passed out for a moment because when I opened my eyes, I was outside of the cave. Kostas hovered above me looking worried.
‘Thank god,’ He said visibly worried. ‘You really had me scared for a moment.’
My body jerked forwards. The image of the creature crashed over me. I grabbed Kostas’s shoulder and began to stammer, unable to find the words.
‘Adam?’ Kostas said. ‘Are you alright buddy? You look really pale.’
‘There is something down there. I saw something…’
‘Well of course there are things down there. Who do you imagine spun those webs?’
‘SHUT UP.’ I yelled.
Kostas fell silent.
‘There is something else down there. I saw it…I saw a monster…’
Kostas smirked. ‘Adam, buddy, it’s the air in the cave. The low oxygen content is messing with your brain. You shouldn’t have gone deeper inside without a mask. That and you hit your head pretty badly.’
‘I KNOW WHAT I SAW.’
Kostas threw up his hands apologetically.
‘Ok, ok.’ He said.
‘You don’t believe me?’
Kostas turned to me with a smile.
‘I guess there is only one way to find out.’
Kostas fished out two walkie talkies from his bag and tossed one to me. He also threw me some band aids and pointed at me head.
‘You should fix that.’
I touched my head and winced. I felt blood.
‘You stay here,’ Kostas said. ‘I’ll go check it out.’
‘Don’t!’
‘Enough Adam,’ Kostas silenced me.
Before I could protest any further, he disappeared inside the cave.
I did not want to let him go alone yet my body refused to follow. I felt like a coward. The minutes crept by. I paced up and down the entrance trying to rationalize what I had seen. My train of thought was interrupted by static from my walkie talkie as Kostas’s voice became audible.
‘I found something.’
‘Did you see it?’
‘No,’ Kostas replied unable to mask the irritation from his voice. ‘I found something else.’
‘What?’
‘Hold on. I’m coming back.’
The static cut off. I felt nauseated.
Soon after I heard Kostas’s footsteps bounce off the cave walls. Then the contours of his body became visible. He held something in his arms. As he stepped into the light I saw his arms held the body of a young naked woman.
My mouth fell open in shock.
‘I found her deeper inside the cave. In the direction you disappeared in.’
I did not understand. How could I have missed her?
Kostas placed her on the floor. The woman’s eyes were only half open. She seemed to drift in and out of consciousness. Kostas began to rummage in his bag.
I stared at the woman. She appeared little more than a girl. She looked frail and weakened. Her lips cracked and chafed. Her body emaciated. Her skin was pale, almost translucent. It stood in stark contrast with the dark matted hair which draped down her back. Her bones protruded from her skin. Her eyes had sunk deep in their hollow sockets. Her pupils were dark, almost completely black yet something lingered deep inside of them. Like the last embers of a fire. She looked skeletal. An odor of decay clung to her.
‘There we go,’ Kostas said gently as he wrapped an emergency blanket around the girl.
Then he picked her up and we set off towards the house. As we walked through the forest I felt a deep sense of pity for the girl. Who knows what horrors she had witnessed. I also felt ashamed I had missed her. If Kostas had not gone back into the cave a young girl would have died due to my negligence. I shuddered at the thought of her trapped in the cave with that thing. I promised myself I would not be paralyzed by fear again.
Tina and Lara took care of her when we returned. They bathed the girl and after giving her a thorough examination put her to bed in the guestroom.
I was pacing around the living room while Kostas sat on the sofa. After a while he clicked his tongue.
‘Would you stop?’ He snapped.
I shot him an angry look.
‘Is this still about what you think you saw in the cave?’
‘I know what I saw in the cave,’ I answered defensively.
Kostas sighed. ‘Monsters don’t exist, Adam.’
I was about to argue with him when the door to the guestroom opened and Tina and Lara walked out.
Lara grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
‘Poor girl,’ she mumbled. ‘Her body is completely malnourished. God knows how long she was trapped in there.’
‘Has she spoken yet?’ Kostas asked.
Tina shook her head. ‘I don’t think she can. Whatever happened in that cave scarred her psyche. She must have experienced a terrible trauma. I can’t be sure but she might have a form of selective mutism. We will take her to hospital once help arrives.’
I looked at Kostas. He seemed deep in thought. Then he threw up his arms in the air defeated.
‘Fine, tell them.’
Lara furrowed her brow. ‘Tell us what?’
I scratched the back of my head. ‘Well ehm, I saw something in the cave.’
‘What?’ Tina asked.
I told them. A heavy silence hung in the room after I had finished.
‘That’s not possible.’ Tina finally said, breaking the silence.
‘That is what I said,’ Kostas muttered.
I looked at Lara, hoping she would believe me but I immediately saw she didn’t.
Lara squeezed my hand again. ‘Maybe the air played tricks on you babe. Your flashlight could have reflected off some stalactites?’
Tina pointed at the bandaged gash on my head. ‘And you hit your head.’
I was getting angry now. ‘What about the webs?’
Kostas jumped up from the couch. ‘I told you, the webs accumulated over generations.’
I looked at all three of them. Doubt clearly displayed on their faces.
‘Fine,’ I said as I got up and walked towards the guestroom, slamming the door behind me.
The girl sat up in the bed. She looked frightened. Like a deer caught in headlights. Now that she had been bathed, I saw just how young she was. She could not have been older than 18. There was something about her I just couldn’t place. An air of sadness clung to the girl. As if she had experienced more tragedy than her age should allow. Yet the same latent intensity I had seen earlier still burned deep inside her sunken eyes.
‘Hello,’ I said sheepishly. ‘I am Adam.’
The girl cocked her head to the side. The movement appeared to put a strain on her body as she winced.
I pointed at myself. ‘Adam,’ I said. ‘Adam.’
Then I pointed at her. ‘Who are you?’
The girl stared at me. Then she opened her mouth to no avail. She abruptly closed it as tears formed in her eyes.
I sat down next to her. ‘Don’t worry, we will figure it out.’
The girl grabbed my hand. Her grip was surprisingly strong. Then she slowly drifted into a deep sleep.
The night slowly crept in as the day passed without further incident. We had decided one of us should sleep on the couch in the guestroom to watch over the girl. Kostas offered to take the first night. Around 4am I suddenly awoke feeling disoriented. I thought I had heard movement on the roof but it must have been a dream as everything was quiet. I gazed at Lara. Her blond locks draped around her face as her mouth hung slightly open. I smiled.
All of a sudden a piercing scream tore through the night. Lara and I shot out of the bed.
‘That was Tina.’
We ran out of the room and down the stairs. Tina stood alone in the guestroom. She was violently shaking. Tears rolled down her face. Her eyes stood wide in terror. She almost looked demented.
Lara rushed over to her. ‘What happened.’
Tina muttered something uncomprehendingly and slowly pointed a shaking finger towards the window. Lara moved forwards and peered out of the window. Her body froze. I hesitantly moved beside her, afraid of the inevitable.
The moon was full. It cast a veil of white light which shone brightest at the edge of the forest. There is where I saw it. A colossal mass of darkness crawled towards the trees. The creature was difficult to make out. As it slithered closer to the tree line a stroke of moonlight hit it.
Lara gasped beside me. I thought she was going to faint. The creature was only momentarily lit up yet it scared her beyond anything she had ever seen. The moonlight also illuminated something else. The creature dragged something behind it. It looked like a sack of spun silver. I recognized the same webbed silk I had seen in the cave. The sack bounced off the ground. I watched it tear. The upper half of an arm dangled out.
I felt sick. The creature must have sensed it was being observed. Before it disappeared beyond the trees it turned around. The same cluster of eyes I had seen earlier focused on me. I felt an insatiable hunger emanate from them. Involuntarily I stumbled backwards. The creature snapped its massive fangs and disappeared into the night.
We stood motionless.
Then I felt myself snap back to the room. I looked at Lara. All color had drained from her face. She looked frozen in time.
‘I’m going after it.’
Tears began to roll down her cheeks. ‘Please don’t.’
I wiped away her tears and kissed her forehead.
‘That thing took Kostas and the girl. I need to find them. You take care of Tina.’
Before she could protest, I darted out of the room grabbing the shotgun from the wall and a flashlight from the table on my way out..
The night was dreary. Cold air stung my face as I sprinted towards the tree line. Tracks littered the ground around me. Large holes stained the earth to my left and right where the things legs had hit the ground. The distance between both sets of tracks must have been around 6-7 meters. The trail of its sack was clearly visible between the tracks. I sprinted along the tracks. The air was foul and heavy. A putrid smell hit my nostrils. As I darted through the forest my mind was still trying to comprehend what I had seen. What had we discovered in the deep? The air seemed to thicken the closer I got to the cave. It felt unnaturally dense. My movements became slow. Then I saw the cave’s entrance and the darkness which lingered inside. My feet skidded to a halt. I wanted to leave, to run away and never look back, but I couldn’t. Every fiber of my body screamed in protest as I forced myself to advance. I raised my shotgun as I slowly shuffled forward into the cave.
‘Kostas?’ I hissed. My voice barely audible. I took a couple of breaths. ‘Kostas?’ I repeated louder. My voice bounced through the cavern. I turned on my flashlight. A beam of light gingerly cut through the shadows. I watched the light frantically move around the cavern before realizing I was the one aimlessly turning around. I forced myself to stand still. All I could hear was my own laborious breathing. The sound of falling rocks echoed behind me. I spun around only to see a gigantic hairy leg disappear into the darkness. I almost fell back but managed to steady myself and raised my gun but all my flashlight illuminated where cobwebs and rocks.
‘Kostas!’ I yelled more forcefully to no avail. Sweat poured down my face and teared my eyes.
‘Please…please answer’ I pleaded. My voice disappeared into the darkness. I began to shuffle back to the entrance of the cave. My head was spinning. The air was too thick. My body was quickly fatiguing.
More falling stones.
I turned towards the sound to find the girl staring at me. Mere shreds hung where her clothes had been.
‘Thank god,’ I said and rushed to her. I draped my jacket over her.
She looked at me with big eyes full of fear. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she pointed a bony finger behind me.
I turned around. There it stood before me. An enormous bloated mass of dark. The creature unveiled itself before me. Scabby, hairy legs sprouted from its abdomen and disappeared into the surrounding shadows. It head loomed towards me. It’s fangs clicked as it crawled closer. I raised my shotgun, yet for the briefest of moments I hesitated to pull the trigger. There was something in the creature’s eyes. The insatiable hunger they had radiated earlier seemed to have dissipated and replaced with something else. For a moment, as our eyes met, all I saw was fear. It seemed different than before. Less malign. It’s fangs snapped once more as it tentatively crawled further towards me. Then its many eyes registered the girl behind me. The creature shrieked and bared its fangs, snapping them as it lunged towards us. I levelled my shotgun just in time to get off a shot. The scatter hit the creature. It fell back with shrieks of pain. Its eyes stared at me almost as if in shock. I raised the shotgun once more ready to end it, but before I could squeeze the trigger the black mass before me swept its legs. A spray of ruble hit me and pushed me to the floor. Instantly I scrambled back to my feet and turned towards the creature but it had disappeared. My flashlight only illuminated thick cobwebs. They sparkled like silver as I frantically turned around ready to shoot. The creature was gone. It must have retreated further into the cave.
I turned towards the girl. She was cowering in the corner. Her body shivered almost uncontrollably.
‘It’s ok,’ I said as I grabbed her hand. ‘But we need to go.’
I pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the entrance, all the while holding my shotgun aimed into the cave in case the creature returned. Once we reached the entrance to the cave and stepped into the sunrise, I turned towards the girl. The tremor in her body had subsided. Now that we had escaped the cave, she looked more composed.
I grabbed her hand. ‘Where is the other man?’ I asked.
She looked at me with big doe eyes.
‘Where is Kostas?’
As I said his name tears began to stream down her cheeks. She fell into my arms and sobbed uncontrollably. Then I felt her body go limp as she passed out. The strain of the ordeal must have taken its toll. I lifted her up in my arms and walked back towards the house. I stared at the girl. Again, I found myself wondering what she had been through? What was her connection to the creature? What was going on here? Endless questions drowned my mind. As I stared at the girl, I could not help but realize she looked considerably better than the previous day. Tina and Lara had washed and fed her last night yet that could not have drastically improved her like this. Her body had lost its emaciated appearance. She no longer looked like skin stretched over a skeleton. Color had returned to her cheeks. Almost as if she was healthier. It perplexed me.
Could that have been from one day of care?
My train of thought was abruptly interrupted as I caught sight of the house before us.
What was I going to tell Tina?
As I walked through the door Lara flew into my arms almost crushing the girl.
‘Thank goodness,’ she whispered.
Lara let go of me and stepped back. She looked at the girl in my arms then I followed her gaze out of the door.
‘Kostas?’
I slowly shook my head.
Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she gently brushed my face.
It took Lara a while to compose herself. I had laid down the girl on the Sofa. I told Lara I would go talk to Tina but she insisted on doing it herself.
‘You go and eat something.’ Lara said.
Although I was not hungry, I was too exhausted to argue.
I walked to the kitchen and forced myself to make a sandwich. As I grabbed the bread, I heard a piercing wail come from Tina’s room. It filled the house. The sound churned my stomach. My hands began to shake. I briefly allowed my mind to drift back to the cave. I saw the creature before me. I could not help but wonder what terrible fate had befallen Kostas. Horrific visions of Kostas and the creature flashed before my eyes.
I dropped the plate in my hands. I watched the plate as it fell to the floor and broke into pieces. It almost felt like slow motion. I dropped to my knees and began picking up the pieces. Then I started crying. Tears streamed down my face blurring my vision. An uncontrollable helplessness spread through my body. I could not stop. I sat on the floor for a couple minutes unable to do anything else but cry. I felt terrible for not being able to save my friend. I felt disgusted by my own fear, but most of all I felt terrified of what was to come. We still had to survive until we could call for help. I was losing hope fast. That thing had drained my spirit.
I took some deep breaths and forced myself to get to my feet.
No, I thought as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I could not allow myself to give in to despair. I had to be strong. If not for myself then for Lara. I could not let anything happen to the woman I loved.
I walked back into the living room.
Lara sat in a chair absentmindedly staring at the girl lying on the sofa. She jumped when I placed my hand on her shoulder.
‘How’s Tina?’
Lara shrugged. ‘I gave her something to calm her nerves and a sleeping pill from her bottle.’
I sighed and sat down beside her.
The minutes slowly crept by in silence.
‘What was that thing?’ Lara finally said.
I shook my head. ‘I don’t know.’
Lara turned towards me. The color had still not returned to her face. The lines around her eyes and mouth had tightened, the mere sight of the creature had aged her.
‘And who is she?’ Lara whispered indicating the girl. ‘If the cave only became accessible after the earthquake how did she get in there? And how did she survive being in there with that…that…thing?’
‘I don’t know.’ I repeated. The truth is I had been pondering those exact questions since we found the girl. Something was wrong here. I knew I was missing something. I just could not see it yet.
The rest of the day passed in relative silence. Lara spent most of it sitting in Tina’s room while I spent most of it sitting in the living room with the girl. Every once in a while, I had an overwhelming desire to go to Lara and hold her in my arms to comfort her but I could not muster the strength to do so. There was a restlessness I could not shake. Both Tina and the girl woke up sporadically to eat or drink only to then fall back into their sleep.
The sun began to set when I next saw Tina. I was deep in thought when I noticed the door of her room opening. She stepped out and walked into the living room. She looked disheveled and frail yet a silent determination burned within her eyes.
I hurriedly got to my feet.
‘I’m sorry…’ I began. She silenced me with a wave of her arm.
‘Don’t,’ she said. Her voice hoarse. ‘There’s nothing you could have done. It was that…thing.’
Deep hate suddenly emanated from her eyes.
‘That thing took him. It’s to blame for this.’
I opened my mouth and closed it, unable to find the words.
Tina’s eyes flashed towards the girl in the sofa.
‘Poor girl,’ she whispered. ‘What horrors she must have gone through.’
Then her eyes fixated back on me.
‘I want that thing dead do you understand? I want to kill it.’
I shuddered at the notion of facing off with the creature once more but I nodded at Tina.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips.
‘Thank you,’ she muttered and returned to her room. A couple moments later Lara appeared. She looked better. Some of the color had returned to her face. Lara walked over to me and grabbed my hand. She gently placed her head against my shoulder.
‘She’s asleep. Whatever you said helped her.’
I looked as the sun set out of the window. Given what happened the previous night it stood to reason that if the creature would return to the house, it would come at night.
‘I’m going to take watch during the night.’
Lara broke away from me. I felt her body shake.
‘You think it will come back tonight?’
‘I don’t know.’ I answered. ‘But if it does, I want to be prepared. I’ve shot the creature before. I know it can be hurt.’
An uneasiness crept back into Lara’s face. I wanted to say something but the words escaped me. Instead I nodded towards the girl on the sofa.
‘It’s probably best if we put her in bed with Tina.’
Lara nodded absentmindedly.
‘I want you to stay in the room with them. Lock the door and don’t come out.’
Before Lara could protest, I lifted the girl off the couch and walked into Tina’s room, carefully placing the girl in the bed beside her. Lara drifted in the room behind me.
I kissed her again.
‘Don’t worry. We will be fine.’ I said and gave her a weak smile.
Lara did not reply, opting to slum back into the chair next to the bed.
I walked out of the room, swung the shotgun over my shoulder and stalked into the increment darkness.
The night was warm. The sky clear. I stared as the mountains stretched out before me. Their beauty now tainted. I could not help but wonder what other secrets they held. The thought disheartened me. I positioned myself on the steps of the porch and screened the forest ahead of me. I sat, bathing in starlight, as the hours slowly drifted by. My brain was on autopilot. I felt like an observer outside of my own body. My eyelids grew heavy.
The front door suddenly slammed shut.
I spun around to find Lara standing before me.
‘I’ve come to relieve you.’ she said.
‘I’m not tired.’ I lied while stifling a yawn.
Lara sat down next to me. We sat in silence for a while. I checked my watch. It was 4:30 am. The sun would rise soon. Apparently, the creature would not be showing itself after all.
‘You need to sleep Adam.’
‘I’m fine. Just sit with me for a while.’
Lara’s expression turned pensive.
‘What is it?’ I asked.
Lara shrugged. ‘Something is bothering me about the girl. I can’t shake the feeling she’s involved in this somehow.’
‘Involved in this?’
Lara turned to face me.
‘You must have thought about it as well. It doesn’t make sense. So far, whenever that thing shows itself, she’s always involved somehow.’
‘I know,’ I mumbled.
‘I think she knows more than she’s letting on. I think she has a part to play in all of this.’
I nodded, stifling another yawn.
‘Go sleep.’ Lara said in tone which allowed no argument. ‘If you exhaust yourself you won’t be of any use to anyone.’
Maybe Lara is right, I thought to myself. My body and mind were fatigued. I needed rest.
I handed Lara the gun.
As she took it, I held onto her arm.
‘If you see anything. Even if you aren’t sure. Shoot and run back into the house.’
‘Yes.’
I held onto her arm.
‘Promise me.’
‘I promise.’
The front door banged shut again.
We turned around to see the girl gazing at us. Her eyes stood alert as they shot from Lara to me and back again. She hugged herself as she stood in the morning air.
‘You shouldn’t be out here.’ I said as I motioned her to go back inside.
She shook her head and grunted, running past me towards Lara. Lara shuffled backwards. Her face reluctant. The girl looked at her pleadingly with her doe like eyes and gently took her hand. I saw Lara’s hesitation disappear like snow in the sun.
I wanted to protest but Lara shushed me.
‘It’s okay. I could use a little company.’
I was too exhausted to argue. I needed to sleep.
‘Ok,’ I muttered. ‘Be careful.’
‘Rest,’ Lara soothed and grabbed the girl’s hand. I watched them sit down on the porch stairs. The girl placed her head on Lara’s shoulder, burying her face in Lara’s golden locks.
I walked through the front door contemplating whether I would eat something but I was simply too tired. I dropped myself on the sofa and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
My eyes suddenly ripped open and I began to cough. Sunlight poured through the windows. I jumped to my feet. Panic instantly took hold of me. The air hung heavy. It smelled putrid and foul.
Only one thought shot through my mind.
Lara.
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2020.10.16 06:33 BlakeBarnes00 Mom caught me naked

This was two years ago around Christmas iirc. I remember a lot of the small details because it was quite eventful and one of my favorite nights and we talk about it all the time and me being me I was posting videos of the whole thing on Snapchat, including people doing drugs because fuck I was young and dumb.
I was selling cocaine, LSD, xanax, and opiates to my friends and their friends around my age (I was 18) and also I sold to adults that liked my tactic of not cutting the shit down, just charging a bit more than street price, you get what you pay for and adults understand that.
Well this night I was having a little party with some girls, a few of my close friends, and some adults in their thirties to fourties either sold to, sold with or bought from at my place in this trailer park between two towns, I loved this place because I fit in and was liked because I was young and I knew more about drugs than everybody there and they loved me right back. Well it was rounding 8 pm when I got the idea to trip with the girl I was particularly interested in, so I offered her a tab, and she denied because she had to drive later, so I took her tab along with mine. I had some serves come through, and people acted like they weren't watching but they were staring as I weighed out the cocaine in front of the customer. It's almost like they never have seen me do it for them, but the guy stayed and chatted for a minute, him and I did a couple lines together and said our goodbyes. Inside was getting a bit warm so I stepped outside, lit me a cigarette and took me a bump of cocaine. My friend Brandon stepped outside and he let me know that he needed some cocaine because he was trying to get the attention of this girl, so he bought a gram, and we did a bump each out of his bag smoked the rest of my cigarette, and went back inside.
Now I love Jack Daniels, and my friend brought some because he wanted to trade for a dub of cocaine, which I did and I started to just drink straight outta the bottle. By this time the L had started to kick in, I'm feeling fucking lifted, my face was partially numb along with my throat and the liquor was refreshing. We play music off of the TV and it's great, the girls are dancing on the guys, the guys are cheering it on, I'm doing coke off the counter with the girl I invited and then comes the question that set the night into when I got busted.
"Can we get some bud?"
I didn't sell bud because it was bulky and smelt, so transporting it in this county that crawls with police is not my cup of tea. But we all kinda could do with a bit of bud it seemed, but I'm not gonna pay for it since I'm already sharing coke with a few people. Well we had to drive down across town, go a few miles down a highway to this hotel where my plug/friend was staying and dealing out of. The drive there was great, I was driving perfectly fine, music was bumping, windows were down and my nose is as running and I kept sniffing like I was sick which is a big turn off of coke heads if you ask me. My plug Chris waved me up to the room he was staying at from the balcony, I went in with the girl I invited to the party just to kinda show her in a way that I was the man, I know my ego was hella inflated from the cocaine. He shows me all the weed he's got, shells out some prices, and she pulls out the money that the people put together to buy a half oz. Me and Chris do a couple lines and take a shot of Jack Daniels, which was almost gone at this point (drinking and driving is not a good idea, I even if the cocaine you're doing has sobered you up, and driving on a psychedelic is not wise at all, but at this point in my life I was reckless when I was manic) so I gave him the rest, said bye to the other people in the room, and dipped out.
Now we are driving back, we are loaded with drugs so I drive cautiously, I know I got cocaine on me that is over 3.5g, so I could be locked up if I get caught and there is a pungent smell of weed flowing through the car when we were stopped at red lights. I drive the normal way, things are looking nice, I'm feeling fucking fantastic, but I notice there is this huge cluster of lights and cones and cars ahead on the other side of the road. It's a police checkpoint. This was not a problem to me because I wasn't planning on driving back that way until work in the afternoon, which I should be sober by then.
We pull up at the trailer now, we stay in the car and roll up the blunts we had and stepped out of the car to go smoke them on the patio chairs in the much less heated air than a closed in box. Blunts are in rotation, baggies of cocaine as well, beers being passed out to those that like Michelob, which at the time I had grown accustomed to so I had a few. We could hear the music from inside the trailer and things were still good. I noticed my friend had snuck off with that girl he was trying to get with and I noticed my room light was on through the window, I didn't like anybody in there because that's where I stashed my stuff, but I trusted this friend like a brother but the girl not so much. I went in and checked on them, asked Brandon to pass me my stash box, I carried it outside with me and sat it down next to me and put my beers on top of it.
We all start getting a bit wild and some you can tell are horny now that the coke is being passed around as per usual, and the girls decided to ask us how to play poker, so we showed them a quick run down, just a easy five card draw to keep it simple, and some of us partnered up with a girl or guy for some reason. We get to playing, but my friend Rick, the guy that owns the trailer and rents to me and is in his fourties, gets horny as a mother fucker and blurts "We should play strip poker". I know what he's just trying to see these younger girls naked cause he's like that, I didn't really respect that but to my surprise people obliged. We deal a new hand of cards, and clothes start coming off. The girls being new, and the other guys just being assholes, would lose hands left and right. Not gonna lie I was enjoying it too, we all were because we were just having fun and all were high, speaking of which we switched to a bong during the poker game, easier than rolling up new blunts while your tweaking on cocaine and your hands are trembling.
Soon after a while more serves came so we stopped playing, I got the stares by my friends as I served the cocaine as per usual, and we moved back inside to sit on the couches. The girls really didn't seem to car about their clothes, some just walked back in in their bras and panties. We all start doing lines of coke off the girls and body shots because that seemed fun. The girls were all for it. They fit the exact definition of a snow bunny if I've ever seen it. Brandon comes back, now wants more coke, I tell him he's gotta slow down but still serve him regardless. He gave me a bump out of his bag and he went and sat down on the couch next to the girl he spent some time with. She looked wired, eye wide open some powder under her nose and sweating (later I found out Brandon helped her boof some cocaine, which makes it absorb more because it's more bioavailable in the rectum).
The party starts to wind down now, people are starting to leave, but these mother fuckers were smart and went a way that avoided the checkpoint, other people from the trailer park didn't, and I was stupid and didn't either because I wasn't thinking clearly. I left with my friend Kalie, at this point she was driving because I started to peak on LSD, so in reality it's not my fault this happened, and it's not like we could just turn around, the police had a huge spotlight aiming down the road and police officers parked in the median to catch people trying to avoid the checkpoint.
Luckily for me I know I left all my LSD at the trailer, somebody else took the bud with them, and I left my big bag of cocaine there too, but had my personal ball for when we got to the pool for me to share with the girl I invited and her friend that Brandon spent all his money getting high with, and finally Kalie be because shes one of my close friends. So knowing this is in my pocket I quickly tuck it between my buttcheeks and pray. Kalie tells me to throw a baggie and straw out the window on my side because her window didn't work, I grabbed it and then noticed that there wasn't enough time to toss it so I panicked and just held it.
We are pulling up to the first officer at the stop, he looks in the car goes through a few standard questions about sobriety to Kalie since she's driving and she lies her ass off but the cop takes it. Then he gets my attention and I look at him, and right off the bat he notices the dialated eyes I'm repping tonight. Asks me "Sir have you taken any pills, cocaine, methamphetamine or any illegal substances?" And in Florida I know you can't be charged for being under the influence so I said I did some LSD. He then tells us to pull over to the side. Kalie does so. I'm panicking still and just cram the baggy and straw into my front right pocket because I had nowhere to hide it. I just hoped the feeling when he frisked me wouldn't be enough to notice.
He tells me to get out of the car first, and for being in a bad situation I still felt hella great and I swear on my life, the lights were dancing nutcrackers which I just stared at as he frisked me. He goes down my sides and felt the straw through my jeans, luckily since he was concentrated on this he didn't do that weird thing where he puts the side of his hand through your buttcrack which wouldn't made the ball of cocaine fall down my pants leg. He reached in my pocket and pulled out the baggy and the straw, and pulled my hands behind me and put them in cuffs. He asked what it was and this is where I should've just kept my mouth shut, but I didn't and I said "well I'm already in trouble, so its a baggy that was used to hold cocaine" and he told me to sit down on the curb. They were also conducting a search on the rest of the car, where they found a stolen ID and purse that somehow ended up in Kalies trunk, so they placed her in handcuffs, and she was 17 at the time so this put us in a pickle.
Kalie starts crying and panicking claiming she didn't know how that got in her car, but 9/10 of the law is just possession is what we say here, so since she had it she's taking the charge. As for me I thought I was being arrested, which was likely, however since Kalie was underage she had to call her parents to come pick her up, and she refused. I knew this would just create problems so I called one of the officers over and told them her dad's phone number. To this day I believe this is what got me out with just a paper arrest with a court date. They didn't charge me for the amount of cocaine in the baggy, and only hit me with a paraphernalia charge.
Kalies parents eventually pull up to the checkpoint, and they didn't look upset or anything and these people loved me and knew about my addictions so they didn't judge me for getting in trouble. We pile up into separate cars, Kalie, her dad and me get into Kalies car and her dad drives to the closest Wawa gas station so that he can get picked up by Kalies mom and go home. Kalie and I got in the car and both of us let out a big sigh, Kalie didn't realize this but since she was a minor her charge would be expunged, me however I wouldn't. I didn't have any charges or have any leaks of me selling to anybody in law enforcement that I know of so this kinda ruined my good streak. Kalie and I decide to go back to the trailer park and just relax.
We drive back towards the trailer park, passing the checkpoint once again, go about a mile down the highway, take a left into the trailer park and park on the side of the road. Immediately people came out of the trailer door, the older dealers. They welcome us in, but it seemed odd. Kalie went into my room and I followed her and gave her a Xanax to calm down and hopefully go to sleep, I grab my drug box and sneak it into the bathroom to get myself some herion, I had to hide this drug use because they didn't like it around the trailer park. I crush me up a fine line of the brown rock, pull the cocaine out and lay down close to a dub of a rock and crushed it into a fine powder, mixed the two together and railed that line. It stung for a second from the heroin but the cocaine quickly numbed that out.
I box my stuff back up, go into the living room where the adults were gathered talking quitely for some reason. When I got in there they went quite. I'm started to speedball now, my legs felt non-existent and my heart felt confused by the mixture. Rick calls me out, and starts talking about the other people from the trailer park that got arrested for going through that checkpoint tonight, he didn't seem pleased that I came back somehow. I showed him my ticket for being arrested and he was like "But you had shit on you, and you got away with it. You had to have snitched on somebody." Or something along those lines, I was nodding in and out very frantically. Up then down, up then down.
So in the state of Florida, undercover police can't do drugs undercover, it's still illegal and Rick knew that, and judging by what he said he thinks I'm an undercover and an informant. So he pulls out his baggy of cocaine, dumps the whole about two grams on the counter and starts to cut it up and my body just started to feel numb but that good kinda numb, like I was becoming Jello pudding. And he starts to make a line, and not a small line a fat rail. He demands I do it, and I really don't think thats a good idea with how much I already mixed, but he starts to get aggressive. I take a deep breathe and bend down, kinda stumblingly I line the bill he rolled up to the line and snorted the whole line. My nose started to bleed a little now, this never happens on cocaine, I knew the herion is messing with my nose.
He seems relieved because I took the line, he can trust me now. I feel relieved myself because I'm in no state to defend myself. My cocaine fiending self helped Rick finish the rest of what he dumped out, it felt only like the best thing to do to ease the tension. We sit down on the couch listening to some music and I just let my body melt into the couch and my mind trip. I was really wanting another line of heroin now since I did more cocaine I didn't feel balanced but my legs seemed to not work so I just forgot about it.
Hours go by now and I start to sober up a little, I feel really gross and like dog shit, withdrawals. So I dose up my normal morning lines, a dub or more of cocaine to wake up and a solid line of heroin to keep the withdrawals away. Just like coffee for a normal person that didn't get into drugs. I get up before the heroin take effect and walk outside to the patio and sit in a chair and spark Marlboro up, count the money I gained from the night and just drifted out of this drugged up life I had given myself like a dumbass.
Now I'm 20, sober for six months, still on probation for the paraphernalia cause I couldn't pass a drug test to save my life, just got out of a two month coma because of a fentanyl overdose on April 28th of 2020. I'm proud of myself for getting out of that life style, even if it is boring and I have a lack of entertainment now without drugs.
For being as young as I am, I acknowledge how unbelievable this sounds, and looking back I do too, but it all started because I had habits I had to support due to poor coping mechanisms I developed for my mental illnesses, I became a cocaine, opiate and benzodiazapine addict for three years of my life.
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2020.10.14 23:23 BdanmanBB Mom caught me naked

"George! Get up here now!" Liz yelled down from the loft into the family room where she could see her twin brother lounging on the couch.
"I'm busy!" he yelled back.
"Did you use my razor again?!"
"No!" he exclaimed looking up at her as she waved the razor at him.
"Well these aren't my hairs on here."
"Fuck off, Liz!" he shouted back.
"If you don't get up here in two seconds, I'm going to start breaking Xbox games..." she warned knowing this was the only thing that would get a rise out of her brother.
As she figured, George jumped off the couch and headed quickly for the stairs.
"Don't touch them!" he screamed as he made his way upstairs seeing Liz standing there in her bath towel holding the razor up with an annoyed look on her face.
"Did you use my razor?" she asked again.
"Mine looked rusty. I couldn't risk shaving my nuts with that thing!" he laughed.
"Ewwww! Are these seriously your ball hairs on this thing?" she said as she bent over acting like she was going to puke in disgust.
"Liz. I told you my razor was rusty..." he replied candidly.
She wasn't sure at first if he was joking but now obviously she could see he wasn't. Her eyes went ablaze with anger.
"So what else of mine do you use?" she said as she placed her hand on her hip.
"Hmmm...well I do use that expensive lotion of yours to jerk off with." he replied with a smile knowing this would really piss her off.
As if her eyes didn't scream anger enough before, he knew this particular look as she began to charge at him. Liz lunged at George and forcefully tackled him to the ground, pinning him down by his shoulders. George laughed out at his obvious success in getting her riled up.
"You should be playing linebacker on my football team!" he said continuing to laugh.
"This isn't funny, George. I'm pissed!" she yelled looking down over him.
"Well how do you think I feel when you run out that lotion?" he asked with a smirk.
Liz had heard enough and roughly slapped her brother across the face with her open hand. George only momentarily stopped smiling and rubbed his cheek before continuing on his quest to annoy her.
"You hit like a girl!" he laughed as he reached out and yanked at his sister's towel causing it to come off leaving her completely surprised and naked.
He blurted out laughing as his sister's bare breasts now hung, dangling over his face.
"Ohhhhhh I just love me some tig old bitties!" he exclaimed trying to further anger his sister.
Liz now blind with rage, resorted to something she'd never done to her brother before, which caught him completely by surprise. She quickly reached her hand back and snaked it down the front on his gym shorts, bypassing his cock to clamp down on his most precious and fragile assets. She squeezed for all she was worth as George let out a blood curdling scream, trying to buck her off of him.
She smirked down at him as he struggled while she crushed his nuts.
"Mom gave me a little self defense lesson last week after I started dating Brian. She told me that all you need to do to render any man useless is to grab him by the nuts."
"Let them go!" he cried out.
"I don't think you've learned your lesson quite yet." she replied as she roughly yanked and twisted his nuts causing him to scream out in agony again.
"You're crushing them!" he exclaimed.
Ignoring him, she continued to enjoy the control she has over her bigger and stronger sibling.
"What's it like having your sister have so much control over you?" she asked.
"LET GO!!!" he cried out again.
"Mom told me that with just three fingers and one testicle, I could bring a man to tears. Want to try it out?" she asked with a devilish smirk.
"No, please! Please don't!" he pleaded.
Imagining how much of her expensive lotion made its way onto his dirty cock, she took no mercy on her brother and quickly took hold of his left testicle crushing between her thumb, pointer, and middle fingers. A new type of high pitched scream left her brother's mouth as she squeezed down on it. Tears began to form in his eyes and he had lost his ability to plead for the sake of his manhood. Liz could tell by the look in his eyes that he feared her and she was loving every minute of it.
"If I had known it was this easy to beat you, I would've squeezed your little nuts a long time ago!" she cackled thinking back at all the times her older brother had dominated her.
All he could do was stare up at her with his teary eyes begging for her mercy. His body was frozen and his mind knew of only only thing in this moment, which was pain.
"I'll make you a deal, Georgie. If you go out right now and buy me a new razor and five jars of my lotion, I'll let you keep this nut. Do we have a deal?"
Knowing he could not afford all of that, he laid in silence and his eyes cried even more than they already had for her mercy.
"Ok, ok...two jars now and three jars over the next three months?" she asked realizing her initial unrealistic demands.
He quickly nodded his head in agreement and Liz let go of her hold on his testicle, allowing her brother to become a functioning human again. George curled up into a ball as Liz got up and stood over him.
"Open up your legs, George." she demanded with a kick in the ass. George rolled over onto his back and looked up at his still fully nude sibling, with fear again in his eyes.
"Please, Liz. I've had enough." he begged profusely.
Liz lifted up her hand and made a tight fist, warning him to comply with her demands.
"Open. Your. Legs." she asked again firmly.
As George looked up at his sister, he realized just how weak he was having these balls hanging from his body and knew to resist her demands would be futile. He put his head back, staring up to the ceiling, and opened up his legs.
"Now take off your shorts." she demanded trying to humiliate him further.
"What? No!" he replied loudly.
Not wanting to mess around or negotiate further, Liz bent down and roughly yanked George's shorts off, leaving him exposed from the waist down. He looked up at her in embarrassment.
"And this is for yanking off my towel!" she shouted as she launched her foot between his parted legs with a loud smack as her foot met his testicles square on. George cried out as his balls seared with unspeakable pain and he again rolled up in a ball to avoid further onslaught.
"I will give you five minutes to get up and get to the store, otherwise....Well I think you know the otherwise" she laughed as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
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