Bimql chhetry.

I don’t even know if I should be posting this, but it’s been on my mind nonstop. So basically I have this close friend, “Y”. We’ve known each other for years. He’s straight (at least that’s what I always thought), and he has a girlfriend. They’ve been together for a while. I’ve met her a couple of times. She’s chill, attractive, confident… the kind of girl you notice without trying. Anyway, a few days ago, me and him were hanging out late at night. Just talking, nothing serious at first. Then somehow the conversation shifted into relationships, sex, that kind of stuff. At first it was jokes… then it got more real. Out of nowhere, he asked me if I’ve ever been with a couple before. That already caught me off guard. I laughed it off, but he kept going. He started talking about how some couples experiment, how it can “bring them closer,” and then he looked at me in a way I didn’t expect. And then he said it. Not directly, but clearly enough. Something like… if he and his girlfriend ever ...

My little sister, 12, came into my room in a panic claiming that she couldn’t find our parents (it is 11 pm). For context I am 19 and am living at home while I save for my own place. She said that she could see movement in our dad’s van and that she was gonna go and check it out. I, knowing what she might find told her not to, but she didn’t listen and I was already in bed and wasn’t about to stop her (I figured she’d just look out the front door and go back to bed). Five minutes later she came back into my room bright red, crying a bit and looking traumatised, saying she went to the van, knocked on the door, and when she got no reply, slid the door open, only to see our parents both naked and in a compromising position. I was, and still am, quite tired so my first response was to burst out laughing and tell her that it happens to everyone and that it’s just a part of growing up. She didn’t take this very well, and went back to her room. Our house has pretty thin walls, so I can curre...

I ran a Gentleman’s Club for many years. Making “Rounds” was part of the job including the dressing room. I was talking to one of the girls, seated next to her was one of our veteran dancers who was on her cell phone. She was talking to her brother and she seemed a little upset. She ended her call I asked if everything was Ok. She replied that she was upset because her brother “Couldn’t make it to her sex party”. I thought I miss understood her. I asked her to repeat what she said. I heard it right the first time. She began to explain that she invited certain people to her place for a Sex Party and that her brother wasn’t going to be able to attend and she was considering canceling. I asked if she meant Step Brother, or somebody she just called brother. Nope, it was her real brother. She did add that they don’t “ interact” at these parties but he usually attended and she wanted him there. I had no response, nothing had ever prepared me for that conversation. I said have a good shift a...

In January of 1978, I was 14 years old, a freshman in high school. Before I dig wholeheartedly into this, I will tell you that the blizzard of 78 had a lot of snow and the wind chills were incredibly cold, But I recall the winter of 1977 as being one of the coldest and longest. I remember there was an outside thermometer on a window in a room next to my bedroom. I remember it staying well below zero for a week and my Dad telling me " If that goes on for another 5 or 6 days, it will be time to go ice fishing." We did go. Back to the Blizzard. Wednesday, January 25th, 1978 started out about like any other Midwestern winter day. It was a cold morning waiting on the bus outside. The ride was somewhat cold as well with the bus driver keeping the interior lights on as early morning darkness loomed. Sometime in the mid-morning, I walked along the hall to my next class. As I passed one of the school entryways, I looked out and noticed the wind was blowing snow around. The school int...

I didn’t catch him in some dramatic way — no lipstick on the collar, no secret hotel receipts, nothing like that. We were just chilling on the couch late at night. He fell asleep first, and his phone kept vibrating on the table. I picked it up just to mute it. That’s when I saw the preview: “Can you still come over tomorrow? I miss you.” from a contact saved as “A.” The phone unlocked with Face ID before I could even think twice. I ended up scrolling. They’d been talking almost every single day for almost a year. Not sexting, but deep emotional stuff — long messages, inside jokes, venting about life, stress, and even about me. I put the phone back and acted normal. The next day I searched my own name in his chats. Turns out I was “the stable one” and “the real relationship.” She was the one who “actually understood him.” That night I calmly asked who she was. He said “She’s just a friend.” When I asked how he’d feel if I had the same thing going with another guy, he told me I was bein...

For three nights in a row, I had the same feeling - someone was definitely following me. At first it was small things, like a dark figure reflected in a car window behind me. Someone getting off at the same train station behind me. Someone crossing the street at the same time I did. But every time I turned around, the street was empty. By the fourth night I was sure of it, so I set up a small camera in the backyard, pointing toward my house. I stayed up watching the footage, and at around 2:13 a.m., something moved. A man dressed in all black climbed over the fence to my back yard. A chill ran through me as I watched him step slowly across the yard. He stopped right outside below my bedroom window and just stood there, looking in. And he was still there that very moment. My hands started shaking. I grabbed the handgun from my bedside drawer and stepped outside. “Don’t move,” I said, as the backyard light flicked on. The man froze, then slowly turned around. For a moment he looked star...