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During the 2026 Rhode Island blizzard, I was working at a convenience store. We were getting ready to close early because the weather was getting ridiculous. There was this woman who used to come into the store pretty often. We’d talked before, so we knew each other a little, but it wasn’t like we were dating or anything. She came in right before we closed. We started talking about the storm, and she told me the travel ban was about to go into effect. Then she randomly invited me to stay at her place because she didn’t want me trying to drive home once the ban started. I was like, “Uh… okay.” So I went. Probably not the most normal decision I’ve ever made, but whatever. 😂 Once I got there, I realized she drank a lot. Like, I knew she drank before, but I didn’t realize how much until I was actually there. The funny thing is, though, she was actually really cool. We got along really well. We were talking, laughing, joking around, just having a good time. Eventually it got late and we e...

Just had the funeral service for my grandmother the other day, and boy was it hard to keep a straight face. We had friends, family and family friends attend. The service didn't start until the first song ended, and I already shed some tears. The song they played was "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan, and a lot of the attendees, including myself and my family started crying. Then we had a couple of people up to give tribute speeches, and once they ended, the celebrant read out the poem that my grandfather wrote for her and once that was done, they ended the service with "Fly High" by Dolly Parton. As the lefthand side of the room left for the food hall, I watched as the curtain closed on my grandmother's coffin submitted by /u/OPAutobot5 [link] [comments]

On Monday I went to the clinic to get medication refills and a check up. I had iron deficiency a few months ago so I asked for bloodwork to check up on that. Today, Friday. I had a dermatologist appointment because i have eczema. I go sit in the waiting room and they call me into the assessment room, they do their routine: checking blood pressure, getting my weight, etc. They tell me to come back to the assessment room once im done with my appointment because my bloodwork came back abnormal. I get my dermatologist appointment done, nothing out of the ordinary and i go back to the assessment room. I assumed my iron deficiency was back so I wasn’t worried but they tell me to sit in the waiting room until a room is available for me. A little odd but okay. Eventually they place me in a clinic room and I continue waiting. The doctor comes in after 25 minutes but his demeanour was somber and tense. I still didn’t think anything of it, I assumed he just acts like that but suddenly he looks ...

I have a senior coworker who’s also a professor, and he has this habit of calling me after work, usually around 9 or 10 PM. Sometimes it’s actually work-related, sometimes he just wants to talk about upcoming activities. Last night, he called me again around 9 PM. I didn’t answer. He then sent me the schedule for the upcoming palaro and added, “Call me when you’re available.” Something about that message annoyed me so much that I decided to be petty. I waited until 2 AM and called him. He answered. He was absolutely pissed. He told me I was being disrespectful of other people’s time and that I had no business calling someone at 2 in the morning. I apologized and told him I understood. Meanwhile, I was trying so hard not to laugh because for once, he was the one getting an unreasonable work call. I may have won the battle, but I have a feeling I just lost next semester’s schedule. submitted by /u/hottest_chickkk [link] [comments]

My dad had a crush on a girl back in school in Pakistan in the 90s. He liked her but was too shy to approach her. Then one day he finally decided he was going to talk to her, but before he could, one of his friends confessed to her. They started hanging out, and that was pretty much the end of my dad's chances. He was heartbroken, and in 1996 he left Pakistan to study in Germany and start a new life. In 1998, he met my mom. They eventually moved to the US in 2002, got married, and had me and my brother. Fast forward to 2023, my parents decided to separate. Me and my brother were okay with it, and life just continued. Then something completely unexpected happened. My dad was in Pakistan when he developed a heart problem and went to see a doctor. The doctor turned out to be the same girl he had a crush on in school. They recognized each other. This woman had obviously lived a whole life too. She had been married, had two kids, and eventually divorced after an abusive marriage. My da...

I was drowning in debt and completely desperate for money so I started looking for overnight work to support my day job. I found a listing online for a night-shift security cleaner at an isolated antique furniture restoration warehouse located on the outskirts of town. The pay was ridiculously high and the requirements were minimal so I drove out there the next day to meet the owner for an interview. His name was Vincent and he was a wealthy antique dealer who spoke very softly and dressed in expensive tailored suits that looked completely out of place in a dusty warehouse. He walked me through the building during our interview and showed me endless rows of Victorian couches and mahogany dining tables covered in protective plastic sheeting. Vincent explained that the job was mostly just polishing the restored furniture and sweeping the concrete floors to keep the dust settling to a minimum so the antiques stayed pristine for his buyers. Then he took me down a freight elevator to the b...

The other night I decided to take what was about 4G of shrooms. It was one of the most if not the most intense trip I have ever had in my life. But it wasn’t because of the cool visuals. It was what the shrooms allowed me to sense and feel. I was chilling with my cat after taking my dose and I was having an absolutely amazing time. I was enjoying my phone, the cool visuals on the wall etc. Everything was going how I wanted it to. But something happened around 3:45-4:30 AM. It was the single most terrifying experience that I have ever been through ever. And I don’t think what I saw was a hallucination. I’m a pretty experienced person when it comes to psychedelics but the emotion and gut instinct that I felt was all too real. I simply couldn’t mistake it for anything but reality. I was looking at my phone and watching this video was showing images of the stars and galaxies. And slowly while I was still ascending I began to see countless faces in the stars. Faces of people and things I h...

The doctors called it a miracle. My heart stopped on the operating table—four minutes, flatline—then boom, back. My wife cried. My mom flew in. Everyone hugged me like I'd been resurrected. Here's the thing though. I remember those four minutes. It wasn't black. It wasn't heaven. It was a room. Windowless. Fluorescent lights buzzing. A man in a gray suit sitting across from me at a metal table. "Congratulations," he said. "You're being reassigned." "To what?" Your body. Someone else had it. They quit." I laughed. "That's not how it works." He slid a folder across the table. Photos. Me—but not me. Same face. Same scar on my chin. But the eyes were different. Cold. Empty. "That was Marcus," he said. "He drove your body for eleven years. Good worker. But he got tired of your life. Your marriage. Your job. Your sad little routines." "Wait—" "He requested a transfer. You're the repla...

There's an old house at the very end of my street. Nobody knows exactly how old it is. Some say it was already standing when their grandparents were young. The strangest thing about it isn't the house. It's what people say happened there. Every evening, without fail, the house used to come alive. Cars would arrive just before sunset. Men in expensive suits would walk through the front door carrying bottles of whiskey. Cigarette smoke would pour from the windows. Someone was always laughing. There was food everywhere. Expensive food. Loud conversations. Music. And apparently, the parties lasted all night. My grandfather once told me, "That house never slept." Then, one day, it stopped. No announcement. No goodbye. The cars stopped coming. The lights disappeared. The windows stayed dark. Decades passed. The house remained standing at the end of the street, enormous and silent, like it was waiting for someone who had forgotten to come back. Last week, I walked past ...

My younger sister Chloe has zero concept of boundaries. She’s 19 and still thinks my room is an extension of her personal property. Last week, she went into my room, found my journal, read the entire thing, and then ran to my mom to tell her about a guy I’ve been casually seeing. It was a massive breach of trust, but when I confronted her, she just laughed and said, "Don't write secrets down if you don't want people to know them." I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I waited. Chloe had been bragging for three months about a VIP ticket she bought to see her favorite artist. The concert was last night. She was paranoid about losing her digital ticket, so she printed a physical copy and left it sitting on the kitchen counter for a week. While she was in the shower, I took the printed ticket. I drove to the local animal shelter and donated it to their silent auction fundraiser. I didn't tell a soul. I drove her to the concert last night. She was vibrating with exc...

I almost threw it away. It was just a folded piece of printer paper tucked under my windshield wiper when I left work Tuesday night. No name. No explanation. Just: DON’T GO HOME TONIGHT. TRUST ME. My first thought was that it was some stupid prank. My second thought was that someone had been watching me. I sat in my car for probably five minutes trying to decide what to do. Eventually, I laughed it off. I drove home. About three blocks from my apartment, I got a phone call from an unknown number. I answered. Nobody spoke. I said, “Hello?” Silence. Then the line went dead. I pulled into my apartment complex and noticed something strange. My front door was slightly open. I always lock it. Always. I didn't get out of the car. Instead, I called my landlord. He lived in the building next door, so he came over with a flashlight and his spare key. We opened the door together. Nothing looked stolen. Laptop still there. TV still there. Wallet on the kitchen counter. Everything normal. Exce...

Yesterday, our CEO called a meeting of the entire department. He displayed a slide on the screen: "THINK LIKE AN OWNER." I sat closer. For the first time in a long time, the meeting's title suggested I might leave with something more than just an extra task. I took out a pen. - I'd like us to change our approach to work, the director began. - We can't function in a way where everyone only looks at their own job description. I liked it even more. The job description was one of my favorite documents. Right after the salary notification. - We need an ownership approach. Responsibility. Commitment. Long-term thinking. I want everyone to treat this company like their own. I raised my hand. The director smiled. - I'm listening, he said. - When will we get our shares? His smile stayed. But it stopped growing. - We're not talking about those things right now, he replied. - I'm sorry, I heard "like my own" and moved toward ownership straightaway. ...

(sorry for bad grammar) last year, we moved out the city into a remote town. my dad transferred us to a religious school and i absolutely hated it. it was a pretty rough time for me because i was isolated and i found it challenging to fit in my new school because i knew no one there. eventually, depression caught onto me and i fell into a state of displacement. despite that, i was immediately friends with the outcast in our classroom (i'm saying this because literally no one wants her to be in their friend group, not to insult her) and i felt oddly connected with her because i know how it feels to be dislodged from society. she became my confidante. in a place where i was surrounded with pretentious smile and social climbing wannabes, she was a breathe of fresh air. we happily discussed about our interests and she was the one who made me embrace the inner weird kid in me. during our lengthy conversations, she mentioned once that the boy in our class had always made fun of him beca...

Every childhood has a secret kingdom. Mine was behind a library. When I was a kid, my friends and I would play cricket at the park. But not on the main ground. We had our own spot — at the far end, next to an old library that was always closed. Next to it? A rusted iron gate. And behind that gate? Our world. A perfect little square — walled on three sides. The library on one end, a massive brick wall on the other. Enough space for six boys to play cricket without adults shouting at us. We played there every day. Rain or shine. The brick wall was our enemy. Every time someone hit a six, the ball would fly over. Then came the adventure — climbing that wall. At the top, we'd see someone's house roof. We'd pretend we were explorers, wave at imaginary people, and jump down like heroes. That park was alive. Old people did yoga. Families had picnics. Prayer sessions happened. The grass was always cut short. Then I grew up. Moved away. Life happened. Years later, I went back My he...

I live alone. I've lived alone for almost two years, and until last Tuesday, I'd never had a reason to feel unsafe in my apartment. Last Tuesday, I came home from work at around 6:30 PM. Nothing seemed unusual. I made dinner, watched TV, took a shower, and went to bed. The next morning, I checked my security camera because I was expecting a package. That's when I noticed something strange. There was a recording from 2:14 AM. The camera showed me unlocking my front door. I watched the video twice. It was definitely me. Same clothes I had worn that evening. Same backpack. Same face. The person walked inside, closed the door, and stood there for almost ten seconds. Then they looked directly at the camera. And smiled. I immediately checked my bedroom. Nothing. I checked the locks. Everything was locked. I told myself it was some kind of recording glitch. Then I noticed the timestamp. The footage was from 2:14 AM. I had been asleep in my bed at 2:14 AM. I know because my phone ...

My office is right next to St. Jude’s—a 19th-century cemetery hidden behind an overgrown iron fence. Six months ago, burned out from staring at spreadsheets, I started sneaking in during my 45-minute lunch break. It was quiet, peaceful, and the only place nearby where no one asked me for anything. Eventually, I picked a spot: an old, flat mossy headstone tucked under an enormous oak tree, completely hidden from the main walking path. The tombstone belonged to a man named Arthur, who died in 1894. For months, it was just my secret spot. I’d eat my sandwich, listen to music, and enjoy the silence. Three weeks ago, I noticed something odd. A tiny, weathered stone was sitting on top of Arthur’s headstone, holding down a folded piece of yellowed paper. Curious, I opened it. Written in black ink was a single line: *"The noise outside the gate never changes, but the silence in here is always different."* I figured it was just poetry left by another quiet visitor or someone visiting...

A theater friend invited me to her Fourth of July party. I already had plans to see fireworks, but stopped by beforehand, brought drinks, and let her borrow my cooler. We played True American, drank, hung out. Completely normal party. I leave for the fireworks and realize after midnight that my cooler is still there. Cars are outside, lights are on, so I knock. My friend answers the door completely naked. Full disclosure: gay man here. At this point, I had never seen a fully naked woman live and in person. So I’m just like, “Oh. Okay. Hi. I’m just here for my cooler.” She drunkenly goes, “Oh yeah, it’s in the kitchen,” and leads me inside like there is absolutely nothing worth addressing here. I look into the living room. People are fucking on the floor. Shit you not. At no point was I briefed that this was to be an orgy. We get to the cooler, and I start unloading cans while my naked friend tries to help. She bends down. Tits hit me in the face. Okay. I keep unloading. She bends down...

I bought these THC gummies at a dispensary, and figured I’d use them on the weekends. When I first got them, I took 1mg, and just felt like my limbs were heavy and not much else. So this time, I decided to double the dose, and take 2mg. I thought “I’ll probably just feel even more relaxed.” After about 2 hours, I was laying on one end of the couch, my sister was sitting on the other end telling a story. As she’s telling the story I realize I can’t remember the last sentence she was saying. I didn’t know what was happening, I thought my brain was shutting off and I could be dying. My sister said she looked at my face and I stared blankly at her, she asked “what’s wrong?” And I just started crying hysterically. I could get no words out. She called my dad in, I’m just laying there sobbing. My dad said “it’s just side effects of the THC, you’ll be fine.” My sister said at that time, my heart was pounding so hard she could audibly hear it. My heart was slamming against my ribs. I was convi...

So you know how Thai restaurants usually have a scale of heat for when you order? Usually ranging from “mild” to “Thai-hot.” Years ago after getting COVID and losing my sense of taste I turned to excessively spicy foods. I built up my tolerance to the point I usually have to ask someone to taste my cooking before I serve it or else I’ll be at the table happily eating while my dinner guests are gasping for breath. So going to a Thai place I always ask for my food “extra Thai hot.” Well one night when trying a new place I asked my server how hot they could make my meal and the server says to me as his face shifts to empathetically dreadful concern “We have a secret spice level named after our owner, Susan. It’s ‘Susan hot.’’’ So ask for my phat phrik khing “Susan hot.” My sever reminds me that there will be no refund if I do not like it and walks to the kitchen to put in my order. I anxiously wait for my meal. At some point the ventilation hoods in the kitchen can no longer contain the ...

They literally spent 20 million dollars of taxpayer money to turn a regular street cat into a living, breathing cybernetic spy. The project was called "Acoustic Kitty." and honestly, it’s the most hilariously expensive fail ever. The plan was just wild. cia techs took a cat and did a brutal five-hour surgery on it. they shoved a tiny microphone inside its ear canal, hid a battery and a transmitter under the skin along its spine, and literally wove a long antenna into its fur all the way down the tail. the cat was supposed to walk into parks, sit near some russians on a bench, and beam their secret talks back to a surveillance van. But they hit a pretty obvious biological problem during testing. cats just don't give a damn about american national security. instead of spying, the cat kept walking away because it wanted to sleep, chase a mouse, or find food. Did the cia give up? nah. they just threw more millions at it. they put the cat through another surgery and literally...

I work as a telecom field engineer and often do physical-layer line audits. So half of my week is spent in dull basements that haven’t seen daylight since the fall of the Berlin Wall. What to do there? I tone cables, sometimes trying to figure out which unlabelled jumper wire is keeping an oldass elevator intercom alive. Last Thursday had a task to survey a wing of a municipal clinic built in 1976. The building is scheduled for gut renovation next spring, but the admin block next door kept experiencing intermittent ground hum on their PBX trunk. Down behind the main 100-pair distribution frame in that narrow deadspace between the asbestos paneling and the galvanized cable riser, I felt something stiff. I pulled out a cloth-bound A4 ledger with marbled covers. The spine was held together with dried electrical friction tape. It was an unofficial station log kept between October 1987 and November 1991 by an on-duty technician named V. H. I know staff in this district had a half-joking le...