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Soon to be searching for a luxury apartment will be a Middle aged Australian woman with a PHD in her field with initials AVD. Her story will be that she recently moved to be near her newborn grandchild and has no landlord references because she owned her own Condo in Australia for many years prior to selling. Makes over $200k a year as a consultant. She passed credit, criminal and financial checks. She will try to rush you by saying her short-term sub-lease is ending. Being a first time landlord and not having had a landlord in over 20 years myself I bit sink and hook. now 8 months later I have had to take her to Housing Court for non payment of rent in April. Won by default in mid-May and Marshal posted notice on apt door 3 days ago that she has until 6/16/23 to leave voluntarily (I did not hire a lawyer but used NY Court’s DIY forms). Horrible tenant as soon as the ink dried on the lease. Even wanted the real estate broker to come and clean the window sills 3 weeks into her lease. She repeatedly refused to allow access for inspections and repairs (which she herself had initiated) so I suspect that she has damaged my furniture but I won’t know until she leaves which fingers crossed will be this weekend. She owes me over $17k in unpaid rent and I’m suing her in Small Claims Court and already have a scheduled date for next year in February. Rushed to file so that she could be served while still in my apartment, she should be getting served today. I filed for the max: $10k for unpaid rent and $10k for damages + court costs. I vowed to be her last victim since I suspect she’s done it before and has figured out that if she waits to stop paying until after the 8th month into the lease the landlord probably will wait until end of lease and won’t evict due to the fact that the court system is designed in such a way that the best case scenario if you file immediately like I did it will be at best 3 months before you get an eviction warrant. Even though her Lease ends June 18th and the Marshall is coming on June 16th she needed to be taught a lesson and needs to stop this outrageous behavior. Her name has now been entered into the NY Unified Court System for both an eviction and my 2 pending Small Claims cases. Once I win in Small Claims (she won’t show up) I will also send information subpoenas to the references she gave me on her application so that her reputation will also get dinged. I am retired and have the time to spend in teaching this deadbeat the lesson she needs to learn. The irony is that she is a professional with a doctorate degree and is reknown in her field of expertise. DO NOT BE FOOLED. No landlord references, no apartment. I know it may be tempting to rush to get the tenant out (cash for keys) and avoid court and rush to put a new better tenant in, but that only hurts other landlords and encourages the outrageous behavior.

'Where am I?' John Jackson shouted.
The door creaked open, and the warden came in holding a cereal bowl.
'Calm down, Jack.'
'What the hell is this? I was taking a nap and woke up here.'
The warden put the Froot Loops down on the table.
'This is false imprisonment!'
John rushed at the door, where he was met by two burly corrections officers.
'Sit, Jack. This wouldn't be the first time a man in your position had a collapse. Now eat up. It's your favorite.'
'I know it is… But wait,' he studied the box distractedly. 'You imprison a man falsely and can't even spring for the genuine article.' He thrust his finger toward the double 'oo' in Froot. 'It's Fruit Loops, not Froot.'
The warden grinned. 'I've been eating that cereal since I was a boy. It's Froot, Jack.'
'And stop calling me Jack. My name is John Jackson.'
'No.’ He produced a document with the seal of Oklahoma on it. At the top, read Jack Johnson.
'There's been a mistake.’
'Yeah, that's what they all say. And as requested, here's your copy of the Washington Post.'
The headline read, Cern restarts Large Hadron Collider.
He studied it closely. 'But they shut this thing down, dismantled it, said it was dangerous.'
'Well, I ain't no scientific man, but that thing sure doesn't look dismantled to me.’
‘Get me a fucking lawyer!’
'Oh, he was here last night when your appeal was rejected, and I don't much like your tone, Jack. We'll move this forward.'
The warden signaled the 2 guards who wrestled John out of the cell.
He thought of Nelson Mandela on Robben Island, who’d been taken out and executed in the middle of the night. Was his fate to become a martyr?
He was led into a medical room with a chair and an IV drip, and then the curtain opened. Relief.
It was Barbara on the other side of the glass.
'Thank god, Barb. Something terrible has happened.'
But Barbara didn't look at him like she had that morning in the breakfast nook; her eyes showed a glint of pure hatred.
'Send that bastard all the way to hell!'
'Barbara? Barb? What are you talking about?'
'Baby killer!' She pounded against the plexiglass. 'You murdered my Annabelle.'
'Annabelle? I dropped her off this morning for cheerleading practice.'
They strapped John into the chair, and a judge appeared. 'Jack Johnson, the state of Oklahoma, sentences you to death for the murder of Annabelle Johnson on March 1st, 2009.'
'But she's alive, damn you. I saw her 3 hours ago.'
He glanced around frantically. A doctor held a bag labeled midazolam.
He knew that name. It'd been on the news, and President Sanders had made a statement.
What was it?
And as the first drops entered his bloodstream, he remembered. They banned it because the anesthetic didn't put you out; you felt every second of that hour as your faltering heart pumped the poison around your body.

Shared before, but there is brand new fresh bullshit now. Huge rant. Wish I was sorry, dagaf
Iwas pressured into a trip home (US) by mom. Good amount of guilt, and knowing the way she is, I didn't keep a boundary I should have bc woe is her, her baby moved abroad and she has been abandoned (I am 36). Told her I couldn't bc of health, primarily, btw.
She wanted me to help unload her storage unit (?!?) And organize it.
I clarified, foot down, cannot help you in big ways around the house. My health is bad lately, in general w my chronic pain (10+ years) 10, 15lbs is really pushing it. Explain husband does most of the housework, I can barely run small errands alone. Said. Done. She was receptive.
She gets injured couple few days be for I visit. Sciatica. I get that. I have small flares sometimes, not often. realized I have it often actually (can't walk right or else nerve pain, step wrong, move wrong, bam- shooting nerve pain in back and sometimes down leg- to me, I considered it only to be flaring when my leg felt like it was on fire ) but mainly age difference, shes doesn't take care of herself well anyway and has terrible balance and was a fall huge fall risk when she couldn't walk, already had some big falls over the years, even in her 50's. So basically I had to come to make sure she didn't fall and die. Because she has refused to do even the most basic of exercises, even just for balance, as told to by doctors for years.
My sis is not the most helpful (relatively detached, visits, shows up w a meal if things are bad, fam of her own, etc- but they go out of the way for BIL fam, whole other thing, w/e)
My mom helps w my grandma. (Errands, shopping, rides to and from). Cool.
Uncles are also pretty damn useless, one entirely, one just thinks he better than everyone bc the far right told him he was. He's also a drunk, and the other is on drugs.
So this leaves... Oh, fuck. Me.
Running myself into the gd ground. Migraines, vertigo, nausea (all to some extent daily), plus nerve pain and a slew of other shit.
Feel obligated. Run myself into the ground. Recover slightly after many days, run into ground, repeat ad nauseam (literally).
I've been unable to move much from bed except to painfully limp to bathroom for days at a time. Worst it has ever been bc I got guilted/ felt guilt to run my self ragged.
Mom isn't that bad. She's getting treatments.
The kickers. She whines about her nerve pain. Some sympathy, but not understandif what it was when I mine started a decade ago. Pins and needles make her crazy (brief). Is shocked (no pun) and all aghast and dramatic over electric nerve pain. Meanwhile, I'm sympathetic. She occasionally has realizations "oh, oh wait, you've been dealing w this for years. I didn't know how serious it was." Mean while how dare someone at the ins office or the doctor not take her sciatica seriously and take care of x and y and z.
Kicker- the whole fucking point of that- she had her second injection yesterday (first was steroid into SI joint, this was epidural to the spine)
This. Woman. Today (I didn't sleep bc pain, general misery, and insomnia has plagued me for over a year now).
Tell her I have not slept at all the last 2 evenings. I hurt and I was up sick and in pain last night.
All damn bright and bushy tailed 'look, my pain is way better, and I can walk on it, and look at the range of mobility already after one day!'
Me: limps tf off back to bed. Was almost tired enough to sleep but was taking care of her animals before she told me she's magically better.
Also, should have been a shorter trip, but I had to stay longer bc she needed the help / I was too damn sick to fly anyway. Overstayed my gd visa bc of poor translation on my part. So not only am I stuck in this bs here (oh, btw, FL is here, and I look quee androgynous enough to piss ppl off, maybe bc I am queer). I don't have my husband who was also helped me take care of my own basic needs. And I wanna be home w my husband and my dogs and not this woman that makes me a bit crazy at even the best of times.
And of course she offered to do stuff today, and other days here and there. But like. Maybe don't guilt me into destroying myself in the first place? Idfk also, yes, boundaries. But my mother is just whew and it's not NC bad but it is not fucking listen to her pout and whine about it for the foreseeable future bad. (She was resentful when I canceled a flight for effing covid. Out of SFO. Right before they stopped allowing, but my doctors were like 'absolutely cancel'
TL; DR 69 year-old mom w sciatica, who I destroyed my health to help (despite her physically being more able) bc she wasn't adjusting well to being temporarily disabled. I am falling apart and miserable. And she's all fucking better.
And if one more idiot in my family asks 'are you feeling better today' 'did you (symptom) go away?' I will scream or cry. Or just be silent and smile and say something polite without info dumping about how I actually am.... Bc that's rude. 🫠
Sorry huge rant..sleepless. angry. Felt tired enough for a min but I lost it again.
And I know many of you have it ten fold what I do and are wishing you were just this bad instead of where you are, and I'm sorry. And I feel for you immensely even thought I don't understand your pain.
Also why do I say less severe? Bc she can still sit upright for extended amounts of time with out getting dizzy or sick. She doesn't overwhelmed w nerve pain that sets of nausea and migraines when she stands too long. She can visit family more than me, and can drive.
I tried not to let her (and to break stuff into smaller groupings) but apparently she can lift more than me without ending up in bed for a day or few like I would. She sleeps at night (when her sciatica was bad, it was disturbed here and there. I could here when it was.) I hardly ever sleep bc PTSD and pain or god hates me or some such.

I (24)f live alone, I’ve been living alone for over 4 years. I’m currently renting out an apartment I’ve lived in for about 1.5 years. Recently I’ve lost my job about a month ago, I’ve been working on trying to get another job and pulling money from retirement accounts to get by because I was denied unemployment. I let me landlord know my circumstances (BIG MISTAKE) I told him to garner sympathy because I wasn’t sure when I’d have access to more money and the first was going soon. I ask him to give me some extra time since I lost my job unexpectedly. He was kind regarding my circumstances since I’ve lived here for a while and pay my rent. My retirement money can and I payed on the first of the previous month, now were coming into this month. Work is still no coming by, I need to withdraw more retirement money to get buy. However I’ve been having him randomly calling to ask me about my working status since I’ve lost my job which is invasive to say the least. Yesterday was the first and he called me at 8pm at night I didn’t answer. I already had already made my decision to call him the next day to talk. I work up around 8-9am and I see this guy called me again at 7am. I’m annoyed but whatever. I get up and start my day because I have a doctors appointment today and I need to get dressed to leave before the afternoon. I’m getting ready to shower around 10am I hear this man knocking on my back door, I’m confused like why is he here?!, then he calls me again. I’ve never had him hound me like his before for the rent I was baffled. I was a 100 layers of uncomfortable and confused. I’m not dressed and someone is knocking on my door ?? I have this boundary with everyone my friends and family as well don’t pop up to my place. Stuff like that messes with my anxiety. I don’t do well with confrontation and I was definitely pissed. My place is a month to month I honestly am considering telling him to come by for the last bit of rent tomorrow and give him a 30day notice. This places also recently started having a roach problem I don’t wanna live like this.

I’m visiting my Mom and when the FedEx truck came by she told me about how this guy always leaves packages at the garage and not the door. When I said that’s weird, she said, “and last time he was here he was asking for donations to St Jude, but I told him I didn’t have any cash.”
Doesn’t seem right, is this guy trying to scam the elderly?

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I (21 nb? Im not sure, perceived as male though, might be relevant autism and ADHD), am currently on a school trip, nearly end of three week trip.
So a couple days ago in the appartment, every room looked the same, so I walked in the wrong room the door was open, someone was in their, I dont know what she was doing as I turned around and walked away the moment I realized what had happend. But I realized because she turned around. She got scared and now theirs a no contact order. It appears to me that the instructors believe me when I say it was a mistake, it helps that me feeling bad about it was likely visible. Also, knowing I freaked her out enough that she feels a nc is warranted makes me feel terrible. I dont feel that she did anything wrong, and if she believes this was intentional I dont blame her. Plus, regardless of intentional or not, I did do something wrong
Will this impact me long term. Obviously I plan to respect the agreement, and anything else if it makes her feel more comfortable, I understand that it probably seemed like I was just super creepy
Also, worth mentioning, I was off my meds for a few days at that point, I lost them. I was likely more distracted than normal at that point
Also, how the fuck do people not get distracted and do stupid stuff like this? Literally all the rooms looked the same, how would you have not made that mistake (serious question, I need advice, I want to learn from my mistaks)
Also, neither of us will ever be at the same school, theres an explanationeto this, but nothing about this is relevant to that

Yesterday around 3pm my partner (28M) went to get some painkillers and in the box was some of my medication (225mg Venlafaxine) which had been put in the box by accident. He didn’t look at the pack and took two. About an hour or so later he was throwing up and just felt generally horrible, he says he feels like his heart is beating fast but the nurse who lives next door to us checked and said his heart is ok but blood pressure a bit high. His pupils are dilated and he’s not really eaten much, some soup & two slices of pizza since he took them. Should we consider going to the doctors or A&E? He’s looking and sounding a bit better now but I’m still concerned as he hasn’t slept all night & he’s a bit twitchy and shaky. He’s currently trying to nap.
Thank you in advance.

I’m not sure if this is the right place to be posting this, but I don’t know where else to go for help. I know that after I describe the events that just happened, the ones involved may come looking for me. I have decided it’s worth the risk though. I’m still pretty shaken up, but I’m going to do my best to recall everything exactly as it happened. If something similar has happened to you or anyone you know, and you could advise me what to do next, I would really appreciate it. It might actually save my life.
Last night wasn’t the first time I had been woken up by a sound coming from the wall behind my bed. It sounded like something LARGE and HEAVY sliding along the other side of the wall. It was especially odd, because I didn’t think there was anything on the other side of that wall. I thought I had heard it several nights before this one, but was never certain if I had dreamt it or not. This time though, I knew I was awake. I was lying in bed next to my husband, Jason. I had my eyes closed, while trying to fall asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fight Jason and I had a couple hours before. He told me in the five years we had been married, he had never seen me like this— a complete shell of the person I once was. He told me that I had let my paranoia completely consume me. I could tell he was deeply concerned, but also frustrated with my lack of effort to dispel it. I knew that even if I was honest about what I was worrying about though, he would not understand.
I slowly sat up in bed, straining to listen for another sound. Maybe it was some kind of animal? It sounded much too large to be a raccoon though, and bears are not common in our area. As I slowly leaned in closer to the wall, my heart jolted as I heard a very loud, THUMP THUMP. It sounded like a deliberate pounding on the other side of the wall, almost as if it was trying to get my attention.
In a low whisper, I immediately called out to Jason as he slept next to me. How could he have slept through that? He didn’t even stir, so I called his name again and tried touching his shoulder. He continued to sleep like a baby. I was about to call his name one more time when I remembered that my paranoia was the main reason for our fight earlier. Would he even believe me? I sat in the dark for a few more minutes before deciding to get up and investigate myself.
As I made my way downstairs, I caught a glimpse of a photo of the two of us from our honeymoon. Although it was from only five years ago, Jason and I looked so much younger. It was probably due to the fact that we were smiling so big. I have been trying so hard to be that happy girl in the photo for him and for me, but recently, I haven’t even come close.
I decided to start my investigation of the mysterious sound with the garage, since it is located directly under our bedroom. I flipped the light on and scanned the room from wall to wall, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Everything looked the way it was supposed to. Our car was parked out on the street that night, so the garage was just a large, echoey room. Gardening tools, storage containers, cleaning supples and various pieces of sporting equipment packed the shelves along the far wall. There was also a small stockpile of food and water Jason liked to keep just in case of a disaster. Remember, being paranoid is my thing though…
I made my way over to the shelves to see if anything could have made a noise like the one I heard. As I was halfway across the garage, I heard a loud SLAM come from above me. My eyes darted up to the attic door in the ceiling and the pull string that dangled from it. The string was slowly swaying from left to right.
Great. That’s normal, right? I never realized that our bedroom shared a wall with the attic until now. I thought hard about running upstairs to get Jason’s help. That would be the most logical thing to do, but just as I was about to do that, I had this feeling. I had a very faint idea of what could be the source of the disturbance, but knew that it would defy logic. I also knew that based on the five weeks we had been together, if there was even the slightest chance that my suspicion was correct about the source of the noise, Jason would not understand— nor would he even be willing to help me deal with it. If I was going to be able to protect the both of us, I knew I had to deal with this myself.
I walked over to the attic door and grabbed the pull string. With a loud CREEEAAAAK the door slowly swung down. I grabbed the ladder attached to the door and unfolded it down to the ground. I directed my attention back up to the ceiling, and stared into the black hole that was the attic entrance.
My eyes strained to make out anything inside, while I waited for something— anything to come out of the darkness. I turned to the shelf next to me and grabbed a flashlight. After pointing it toward the black hole in the ceiling, I still couldn’t make out anything, so I contemplated my options. Less thinking, just do, Mel. I knew that if I waited any longer, my thoughts would scare me into complete paralysis, so I began to climb. With each step, the ladder let out a painful creak. This ladder was as old as the house, and I have no idea if it was ever inspected. The way it would bend under my very minimal bodyweight made me realize the very real possibility that it could give out at any time. We really need to have this thing inspected…
The black hole grew bigger and bigger with each step. I held my breath the whole time, ready for either the ladder to crumble beneath me or something to emerge from the darkness. Thankfully, neither of those things happened. Once my head breached the attic opening, I remembered to breathe, and drew in a large breath of stale, musty air.
I scanned the attic with my flashlight. It wasn’t really a room— more just a storage space between the ceiling of the garage and the roof of the house. The ceiling formed a triangle with the highest point being only five feet tall. As I slowly panned my flashlight across the space, its beam revealed various objects in storage— an old dollhouse, a large shop vacuum, a full-sized scarecrow, a snow shovel, a vintage suitcase, a pair of kayak paddles, several boxes, and lots of Christmas and Halloween decorations. The holiday decorations appeared pretty unsettling in the beam of the flashlight…probably because a lot of them had faces that were looking back at me. The witch especially gave me the creeps with her pale, green skin, hands covered in warts, and open mouth full of yellow teeth. Oh and don’t forget the random Christmas elf’s detached head just resting on top of a box with its single, beady eye reflecting back at me! Why does it only have one eye?? Why is its head not with its body?? Why do we even have this thing??
After doing a full scan of the space with my flashlight, I reached behind me to turn on the attic light. The second the light turned on, I jumped as I heard the sound of movement coming from the pile of junk in front of me. I held my breath and stared long and hard, while looking for any sign of movement. THAT WITCH BETTER NOT MOVE, I SWEAR. After a long minute of waiting, nothing had moved in the slightest.
Just as I was letting out my long awaited exhale, a loud, “BWAK BWAK BWAK,” erupted from my right side. I whipped my head around to reveal a plush toy of a chicken lying on the floor on its side.
“BWAK BWAK BWAK,” its electronic voice box cried out again. I looked around, wondering what could have caused it to go off. The floorboards beneath me creaked as I crawled my way over to the plush chicken and picked it up. I stared into its black, soulless eyes. There was something about this chicken. It felt too personal for some reason— almost like it was a taunt. Then, I heard the sound of movement coming from the pile of junk again. I looked back and could have sworn one of the objects had moved. Was it the witch? The scarecrow? I couldn’t tell for sure.
I waited several seconds before directing my attention back to the chicken. That’s when I noticed something behind it. About 4 feet up from the floor, there was a very small hole in the wall about the size of a pea. I put my eye up to it, and my stomach lurched. Through the hole, I could see right into my bedroom. I couldn’t see the bed so well, but I could make out pretty much anything at eye level. Whoever or WHATEVER was in the attic could have been watching us this whole time. From inside the bedroom, the hole was positioned just under one of the framed pictures hanging on the wall. The shadow from the frame must have concealed it all this time. I could feel my heart rate begin to drastically accelerate. I turned back to the pile of junk, since whoever or whatever was in the attic with me must be hiding somewhere in that pile.
That’s when I noticed what had changed. Earlier, the scarecrow was sitting upright with its back against a box, but now it was slumped over with one hand extended out toward me. And was it closer?? I stared at its still, faceless head hidden in shadow beneath the brim of a wide, black farmer’s hat. I looked for any sign of life in its body, which wore a red flannel shirt covered in hay and stained khaki pants with patches on the knees. I began to hyperventilate. Come on, Mel! If you have a panic attack now, you are done for!
I slowly backed away from the scarecrow until I heard a loud CRUNCH under my feet. I looked down and saw that I had stepped on an empty plastic water bottle. I gasped in horror as I noticed several other empty water bottles along with empty food cans and a pile of blankets resembling a makeshift bed. SOMEONE WAS LIVING IN OUR ATTIC.
Before I could react, I heard fast stomping coming right toward me. I looked up and saw the scarecrow LUNGING for me. I fell onto my back with my eyes closed, and braced for the inevitable. I heard the sound of movement, the creaking of the ladder, and then all was silent. My eyes slowly opened. The scarecrow had vanished.
I crawled over to the attic entrance in the floor. The garage light below had now been switched off, so the way down was nothing but a black void. I grabbed the flashlight and pointed it down into the garage. I let out a gasp as I saw the scarecrow standing directly at the bottom of the ladder facing up at me. I wanted to scream, but nothing was coming out. It stood there perfectly still…almost too still for a person to be inside of it. Was this a person?? I waited and waited until…it CHARGED at the ladder, making its way toward me.
I frantically dove toward the pile of junk and grabbed a paddle to defend myself. When I turned back to the ladder, the scarecrow was gone. There was only the rickety ladder and the black void below me. I gave myself a few seconds to catch my breath. If I was in fact dealing with what I suspected I was dealing with, I had a right to be scared out of my mind. I also knew that I couldn’t let it get to Jason first. Whatever this thing was, I had to stop it.
After taking a deep breath, I made my way down the ladder. I held my flashlight in one hand and the paddle in the other. I made sure to alternate the flashlight between the steps below me and the rest of the garage. If the scarecrow was able to knock me off the ladder, I would be done for. When my feet finally touched the concrete floor, I wanted to let out a sigh of relief, but I knew the fight was still ahead of me….or maybe behind me. It was so dark, the scarecrow really could have been anywhere.
If I could just make it to the door to the house, I knew I could flip on the light, spot the scarecrow, and charge it with everything I had. I walked as fast as I could toward the door, whipping my flashlight in all directions. I only got halfway through the garage when I heard a loud squeaking noise to my left. I knew I wasn’t getting the chance to make it to the light switch. I slowly turned my flashlight to reveal the scarecrow slumped over and sitting on an old, red Radio Flyer wagon.
This was it. I knew that the element of surprise was all I had.
I charged at it with everything inside of me. I swung the paddle again and again with all of my strength. I wouldn’t let this thing ruin the life I had worked so hard to obtain. I didn’t stop swinging until the scarecrow was completely facedown on the ground. My rage turned to fear as I slowly sensed something was off. I realized the scarecrow’s torso had become completely separated from its legs during the beating. My heart nearly stopped when I finally realized that there was nothing inside of the scarecrow but hay.
I poked its body a few times before I noticed a trail of straw leading away from it. Wherever this trail led to, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. As I followed the trail of hay with my flashlight in one hand, I shakily held my paddle in the other, ready to strike again. The trail curled away from me until it ended at A PAIR OF BARE HUMAN FEET. I let out a quiet scream as I tilted my flashlight up as fast as I could and—WHAM! I could barely make out the image of a metal baseball bat whirling toward my head before everything went black.
I woke up only a few seconds later on the garage floor with my head throbbing in pain. My vision was fuzzy, but I could see there was a shape standing in front of me. It was backlit by the light of my flashlight, which had rolled away from me. It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus on the pair of bare, dirty feet in front of me, covered in hay. As I slowly tilted my head up, I could see those feet were attached to a pair of legs wearing tattered pants. Those legs were attached to a body with two arms— one holding a metal baseball bat. The body was attached to a head, and on that head, was a face. It was exactly the face I feared I would see. It was the face of a woman with the exact same face as me— the face of Melody Bennett.
“No,” I gasped. “How did—“
Melody stared at me with rage in her eyes. Pieces of hay covered her hair.
I turned my head to the side and looked at the scarecrow’s lifeless, empty body next to me. Then, I turned and looked at Melody’s hay-covered feet.
I have to admit it now. Wearing the scarecrow as a disguise was a brilliant strategy. She really took a page from my book of deception and used it against me.
“Your life was mine,” I began to cry with eyes full of fear. “I took it from you.”
“I’m taking it back,” she declared and raised her bat high.
I tried to let out a scream, but it was too late. She was already on top of me. Whaling on me with the speed and aggression of a wild animal. She struck my head with the baseball bat again and again. With each blow, I could feel my face start to change out of the face of Melody and back into its natural form. First, my mouth morphed away, followed by my nose, and then my ears. Just as she was about to swing what would have been the killing blow, I threw my hand up and grabbed the bat. Both of us were now struggling for control of the bat. That’s when I could see my true face reflected in Melody’s eyes. My two eyes were wide and bulging, completely filled with terror. My other features were completely gone. Smooth skin was now in their place. I looked into Melody’s eyes as we struggled with the bat. This was a woman that would stop at nothing to take back her life and be rid of me. I wasn’t going to win this fight. I had to escape.
My fear somehow gave me enough adrenaline to throw her off of me. I knew I only had a second before she would be on top of me again, so I booked it out of the house as fast as I could.
I didn’t stop running until I was across the street hidden in the shadows of a neighbor’s tree. I turned back to see Melody standing in front of her house blocking any hope I had of going back there to her beautiful, lovely life— a life, which she had taken for granted until now. She had the last five weeks to think about it as she was living in the attic. All that time, she watched helplessly behind the wall of her own bedroom as I, an imposter wearing her face, tried my best to pass as her. She had all that time to watch me, study my weaknesses, and devise a plan to take her life back.
From across the street, I watched as she took in one last big breath, smelling the fresh air and appreciating the world she had once taken for granted. She slowly exhaled before walking confidently back into her house and locking me out for good.
I can’t tell you how frustrated I am that this one didn’t work out for me. I thought for sure that I had killed Melody before I had replaced her. I thought for sure that I was going to get to live in her place forever. I won’t make the same mistake again. Next time, I will make sure the person I am replacing is actually dead.
I know most of you reading this will probably think I’m just a normal person making this story up to scare you. I was counting on that. You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you that there are many like me living among you.
To those of you that are like me, please let me know if you have had a similarly frustrating experience. Besides the very obvious mistake I already mentioned, what can I do differently next time? If you have any advice or know anything else I did wrong, please tell me.
I just want to find a nice life and be happy like everyone else. Why does it have to be this difficult?

My (33m) father (67) is currently in the ICU after having a liver transplant a week ago. He was intubated for two and a half days post surgery due to them having trouble weaning him off the ventilator.
Yesterday afternoon my father asked me if I heard jazz music. I told him I didn't. At the time he had the TV on and, since he does have moderate hearing loss, I'd just chalked it up to him mishearing the music on the TV. When I was leaving I heard him ask the nurse if she was hearing the music, but I was already out the door and so didn't hear what she told him.
This morning I got a call from my mom (66) that he told her he is hearing music and voices. One voice told him that my mom, his wife of 40+ years, was having an affair. My mother is, of course, shaken up by this and is going to call and tell his doctor.
Just wondering if anyone else has gone through this.

Just not using my PC enough to warrant keeping it. Everything is in perfect working condition, there is some scratching on the metal side of the case but that is always against the wall for me. GPU has only ever been used for (pretty light) gaming, never mining.
Asking $850 + shipping Paypal G&S. Local to Charlotte, NC is even better. Happy to ship however the buyer wants, I have most of the boxes for the individual parts still. Here is a link to pictures as well as the PCPartPicker list. Please let me know if you have any questions!
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PCPartPicker Part List

Type	Item	Price
CPU	AMD Ryzen 7 3700X 3.6 GHz 8-Core Processor	$272.99 @ Amazon
Motherboard	Asus TUF GAMING X570-PLUS (WI-FI) ATX AM4 Motherboard	$209.99 @ Amazon
Memory	Corsair Vengeance LPX 16 GB (2 x 8 GB) DDR4-3000 CL15 Memory	$49.99 @ Amazon
Storage	Samsung 850 Evo 500 GB 2.5" Solid State Drive	-
Storage	Western Digital Black SN750 1 TB M.2-2280 PCIe 3.0 X4 NVME Solid State Drive	$123.00 @ Amazon
Video Card	Gigabyte GAMING OC GeForce RTX 3070 8 GB Video Card	$629.99 @ Amazon
Power Supply	Corsair CX650M (2021) 650 W 80+ Bronze Certified Semi-modular ATX Power Supply	$79.99 @ B&H
Prices include shipping, taxes, rebates, and discounts
Total	$1365.95
Generated by PCPartPicker 2023-05-22 12:10 EDT-0400