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This happened about a year ago now. Me and my buddy decided to take two 3500mg edibles that he got from a store. It took a while to hit so we decided to play xbox 360 edition Minecraft and gta 5 online and troll some kids. After a while of playing i began starting to not be able to hold the controller and realized it was starting to hit so i layed down and began to relax. Well everything was all good and all until after a while i began seeing colors. So i just closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep however when i closed them i only saw more and more colors and it was super bright. So i kinda began freaking out and couldn’t get my mind off it so i asked my buddy if he could tell me something nice and help but he fell asleep. I then began thinking that I was going to die even though i knew you couldn’t from weed but still i couldn’t get my mind off of it. I began shaking very bad in my legs and couldn’t control my body and i got sick. It felt like it lasted for hours and hours and hour...

My name is Ethan Reyes. I’m 29, and I’ve been living alone for almost four years. Last month, I started receiving voicemails from an unknown number. The first one was only six seconds long. A little girl laughing. I deleted it. The next day, another voicemail arrived. This time, a girl’s voice said: “Ethan, are you still mad at me?” I thought it was a prank. But the messages kept coming. Every few days, the same girl would leave a voicemail. Sometimes she’d talk about school, sometimes she’d complain about our parents, and sometimes she’d simply ask when I was coming home. The strange thing was that she always called me her brother. I eventually searched the number online, but found nothing. One evening, I played the messages for my mother. She immediately turned pale. “Where did you get these?” I explained. She grabbed my phone, deleted every voicemail, and told me never to answer that number again. I asked her who the girl was. She said, “Nobody. Just someone trying to scare you.” ...

In the mid-2000s I was an executive and my boss personally paid for a table of ten for a fundraiser for breast cancer. It was really high-end. five tsar hotel in the CBD, very high-quality wine and food, beautifully presented, with lots of entertainment and some auctions to raise extra money. Everyone was in suits and having a good time. Over dessert some speeches came along and then to our surprise the head chef came out in his stained apron and his toque and started speaking in an Italian accent. "Ladies and gentlemen, today is very important for me. I lost my mother to breast cancer and I just wanted to acknowledge how important a cause your money is supporting. I would like to repay you in a small way by singing you a short Italian song." He then launched into a full-blown aria - I don't recall what it was but it was clear he wasn't just a chef. He had a glorious tenor voice and we got absolutely blown away by the performance. I was actually quite drunk and had...

Every Sunday night in the early 1990's, a group of Hollywood types in their 70 and 80s gathered for dinner at a venerable Italian restaurant in Westwood. There was a former network television executive, an Academy Award Winning movie producer, a longtime PR man for R&B singers, maybe a wife or a girlfriend, and me, a struggling writer in his 20s. The host was a manager/producer/impressario, in his 80s, in a wheelchair. His claim to fame was having produced what many critics argue is one of the worst movies ever made. His son, an entertainment lawyer, my entertainment lawyer, introduced us. The old man took an immediate liking to me, and invited me to these dinners. The #1 table on a Sunday at this restaurant was a big deal. To get it, we agreed to be in at 6, and out at 7:45. The typical dinner conversation was as expected from men of this age: prostates and prostitutes, deals that fell through, and ones they hoped to close but never actually will. The restaurant was still qui...

So today was supposed to be my first shift at a movie theatre. I was pretty excited. New job, free popcorn (hopefully), meeting coworkers, the usual. I was assigned to concessions. Everything was going normally until a customer walked up and asked me for a McFlurry with their popcorn. I politely explained that we don't sell McFlurries. They responded: "I SEE THE MCFLURRY MACHINE BEHIND YOU." They then started trying to climb over the counter to get behind me. I thought they were joking at first. They were not. Things escalated VERY quickly, and security got involved. The customer was apparently using their own kid as some kind of weapon, which is a sentence I never expected to write. I decided the best course of action was to get away from the situation. I hid behind the popcorn machine for a moment before making my way to the supervisor's office. My supervisor told me to stay there while he handled the situation. I locked the door, closed the blinds and waited. Then...

I (30M) found out my father (56M) has been sleeping with my wife (28F). A while ago, I started noticing changes in how my wife and my father acted around each other. If my wife and I were in a room and he walked in, her mood or facial expression would change. I also caught him looking at her more often, seemingly for no reason. For context, my wife and I live with our son just down the street from my parents, so we spend a lot of time at each other’s houses. Over time, I noticed more. He would take every opportunity to stand close to her, and he seemed to follow her from one room to another. If she went into the kitchen, for example, he would suddenly “need something from the kitchen.” I brought up my concerns with my wife, but she brushed them off and told me I was crazy. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going on. Eventually, I set up microphones and cameras in several rooms around the house to see what I could find out. Over the past year, yes almost year, tho...