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There was a husband and wife who argued constantly in the house opposite my front door. I had just moved into the area so I wasn't sure how long this had been going on for. One day the sounds came to a halt. Maybe they had resolved their issues or maybe divorced. A few days later the police found the wife's cut up body in a suitcase in the local body of water, and the husband was arrested. Haven't heard any other news since.

I thought I was being nice. Being the perfect boyfriend who recognized when his partner needed a day of relaxation and pampering. It was a mistake. All of it. And I possess full ownership of that decision. She’d just been so stressed from work. She’s in retail, and because of the holidays, the higher-ups had her on deck 6 days a week, 12 hours a day. She complained to me daily about her aching feet and tired brain, and from the moment she uttered her first distress call, the idea hatched in my head. How great would it be, right? The perfect gift. I didn’t want to just throw out some generic 20 dollar gift card for some foot-soaking in warm water; I wanted to make sure she got a fully exclusive experience. I scoured the internet for a bit. For the first 30 minutes or so, all I could find were cheap, sketchy-looking parlors that I felt my girlfriend had no business with. After some time, however, I found it. “Sûren Tide,” the banner read. Beneath the logo and company photos, they had pl...

I am a 42-year-old male, I consider myself healthy, and I’ve always been active, exercising regularly. I never imagined I would go through what I experienced on December 14th. That Sunday was a perfect day, just a regular, peaceful one. I waited for my wife to get home from her shift (she is a doctor), we went to the grocery store, laughed, and talked. In the evening, we ordered some takeout, watched Netflix on the couch, and went to sleep around 11 PM. Everything was normal. Total peace. My memory of that day ends exactly there, with my head hitting the pillow. The next memory I have is opening my eyes at 5:00 AM, lying on a gurney in the ER, surrounded by bright lights and hospital noises. What I am about to tell you is a reconstruction of what happened in that interval, based on my wife's account. And I’ll say this upfront: if it weren't for my dogs and my wife, I wouldn't be writing this today. **The Canine Alarm** Around 1:00 AM, I got up to go to the bathroom. I have...

In the house on the corner of Sycamore and 47th, where the porch sagged like a tired back and the wind always whispered secrets through the chimney, the Jacksons were plotting a Christmas revelation. Not a soft one. Not a gentle, cocoa-sipping, “let’s talk” kind of truth. No, this was a Jackson-style truth—loud, dramatic, and dipped in a little bit of chaos. Theresa Jackson, mother of three stair-steppin’ babies—Tyrone Jr. (11), Abeni (10), and little Theresa (9)—had a plan. A plan stitched together with red velvet, white fur trim, and a kiss that would shake the foundation of childhood fantasy. See, the Jacksons believed in honesty. Not the kind you whisper behind closed doors, but the kind you shout over the sound of frying bacon. And this year, they were gonna tell the kids the truth: Santa Claus was a lie. A beautiful, jolly, gift-giving lie. And they were gonna do it with flair. Tyrone Sr., a man that would do anything for his family, agreed to don the suit. He’d sneak in, Theres...

I work in the XXXREDACTEDXXX. My company CEO has been trying to keep everybody from learning a pretty terrible secret he's been keeping. Most of his closest allies know the secret, but just don't care because he's been shoveling money and power to them. (Not from his OWN wallet, mind you! He's been selling off \*company\* assets, but using the money to basically bribe people.) So, basically, he's surrounded by people he's bought. But, he's been lying to the board and to the public this whole time. Well, funny thing about that: This scandal he's been caught up in which he's been lying about – he's been accusing the previous CEO and pretty much everybody else of being involved. He even has been threatening to "release all the info" for, like, a year or two. Well, now, the board is actually demanding that he release everything! And it all points back to him! So, this is where I come in. I'm just a tech guy who has to assemble technica...

Merry Christmas to me. What was supposed to be a life changing point for the good is now a huge nightmare. Me (45 M) and her (44 F) have had a long distance relationship for going on three years. There were talks of her moving to be with me (15 hours away) for nearly a year, but when I was laid off in July (pending a 2 year contract in which I must stay with the company remote to earn my severance), we decided six months ago that I should move there. For the last six months I have been making arrangements. I sold my house in a bad market and barely broke even. I sold or gave away most of my possessions. I had a full three bedroom house and now literally everything I own fits into a Honda HRV. Fast forward to Christmas break and it is finally time for me to move. I have been sending her Xmas gifts for months in anticipation. We have talked daily about all of our plans. I was supposed to start driving yesterday and the night before she tells me that there is a problem. She tells me t...