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To buy Jenny some time, the doctors re-conjoined the sisters via the thigh and added Jenny’s name to the transplant list. Unfortunately, a heart didn’t come through in time, and Jenny died. 'The Good Doctor' Finale Post Mortem: EP Weighs in on Shaun and Lea, Claire and Melendez, and Park's Potential Move in Season 4 The Good Doctor will be down a great pathologist when it returns for ... The Good Doctor fans stunned as Shaun leaves Lea sobbing with brutal attack after shock dumping ... for himself after Lea rejected his declaration of love Credit ... Bonaventure Hospital doctors ... In part 1 of the finale, a major earthquake left Lea (XX) and Melendez (XX) fighting for their lives. OK, so maybe that does scream Grey's Anatomy drama, but sometimes a natural disaster is the best way to dispose of a character.. When the character death was teased in the promo, fans flocked to the internet to theorize who dies and who makes it out of the Season 3 finale unscathed. The Love Doctors Cam; Gram Girl 7-3-20 Jul 03, 2020. Flat Earth Conference-Inside Look! Jul 02, 2020. Motorcycle Race Helmet Cam Is CRAZY! Jul 02, 2020. Gram Girl 7-2-20 Jul 02, 2020. Wang Chung's Dance Hall Days Orchestral Version Is Awesome Jul 01, 2020. Grandpa Likes To Drink Hand Sanitizer?! Also featuring Lea Maresca and producer Dano Russo, 'The Love Doctors' airs weekdays from 2 to 7 p.m. on WZZR 94.3 FM and repeated on WCZR 101.7 FM, located in Gifford. At the end of 'I Love You,' it appeared that Shaun and Lea (Paige Spara) put their differences behind them and will try to have a relationship. That leaves Carly out of the Good Doctor equation for now. 'I would love to have her back here and there,' showrunner David Shore told TVLine. 'I love Jasika, and would love to see her on the show, but ... Speaking in a new interview with TVLine, executive producer David Shore had the following to say about the future for Lea, and the reason why this entire storyline with her in “Islands” was crafted in the first place: “What we want to do is put Shaun in situations and see how he reacts to them — put him in a situation where he’s attracted to a woman, put him in a situation where she ... CLEAR CHANNEL Talk WZZR (REAL RADIO 94.3)/WEST PALM BEACH afternoon 'THE LOVE DOCTORS' sidekick LEXXUS told listeners this afternoon that she is leaving the show. LEXXUS said that she is leaving ... The Good Doctor ended up leaving Lea speechless after Shaun’s pointed question. Too emotional to answer, and probably in need of privately confronting her real feelings, Lea just left, meaning ...

Bought a box of 100 random Maxi CDs off eBay for 18€ too (With Discogs links)

2020.06.18 17:25 Hausgebrauch Bought a box of 100 random Maxi CDs off eBay for 18€ too (With Discogs links)

After being highly satisfied with my order of 50 random albums from last week, I decided to give the seller some more of my money. And boy, am I happy.
The CDs that came today (this time with covers and cases) were:
If they still have that offer next month, I might get another one.
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2020.04.23 19:14 haroldkebba Why I quit being a psychologist

I can no longer cope with this horror that weighs on my mind any longer, even if I have to break doctor's confidentiality. If this object falls into someone's hands... I am not able to picture the consequences. The world has to be warned. It has to...
I had been a psychologist at a German psychiatric hospital for several years. My area of expertise are cases of phobias that are rare or even completely unheard of. During my times of work, I often dealt with the most obscure phenomena of the human mind and tried to help my patients as best as I could.
I already encountered cases of spectrophobia (the fear of reflections) before 12th June 1978, but there had never been any complications. In most of these cases I could deal with the phobia rather quickly and although my patients would probably never get over their fears completely, surely their suffering was reduced through my help.
Because of this, it seemed nothing special at first, when Miharu Hamano was sent to me, suffering from said strange phobia.
Miharu Hamano was a nineteen-year-old Japanese girl of fragile stature and long black hair flowing down from her shoulders, which she seemed to take a lot of care of. Her face was graceful and she had small, petite lips that gave her a young look, but even at our first meeting there was a strange shadow in her eyes, an underlying fear, making her face seem distant and alien. Her outward appearance was however not unusual enough to make me worry and I had observed the strange darkness in her eyes in several patients before her who had walked through life with deep fears.
That is why Miharu's case did not appear to me as being remarkable or out of the ordinary. When I met Miharu for the first time on July 12th, she was accompanied by her mother. The good woman seemed a bit upset, but no serious worry could be read in her face. I led her out of my consulting room, because a conversation just between me and Miharu seemed the wisest and the presence of her mother might have obstructed the young woman's recovery. This didn't seem to worry Miharu. She appeared to be a bit ashamed and was even somewhat relieved to be able speak with me alone about her worries.
It had been her own decision to come to me as an expert and she seemed to hope for a quick and easy recovery through weekly consultation hours. After a short greeting she sat down on a comfortable leather armchair, which was placed next to my office chair, her arms dangling useless at her sides.
"Please, tell me, what exactly is worrying you? Why did you decide to come visit me and how do you expect me to help you?"
"Well, since lately I have gotten this... this fear of my own reflection. It... it is hard to describe. Every time I see my mirror image somewhere... I get this strange feeling. As if something alien is staring at me, something from beyond the mirror. I know of course that this is completely ungrounded, I am not superstitious, after all. But nonetheless..."
Miharu was nervously moving her hands around.
"I just hoped that you could help me get rid of this feeling, I guess. It was never this strong, but recently..."
She stopped and gulped nervously.
"What exactly happened? What changed, what do you want me to help you get a grip on?" I tried to dig deeper.
"Well, I should probably tell you about the events that made me visit you. I came to Germany as a very young girl - two years old, to be precise – and that is why I always felt home in this country. But my parents and grandparents, who also moved here, are still thinking back to Kanosawa, a small town near Tokyo. They are extremely superstitious and my grandmother often spoke of the myths and tales of Japanese culture. I loved listening to most of them, but one scared me somehow.
The tale is about a girl whom her dying mother gifts a mirror and in times of hardship and need she can still see her after the woman died. It is a comforting tale, but something about it felt creepy. I often thought of the tale when I was young, but I must have forgotten it with the passing of time. Until my friends and I discovered a strange mirror on the side of the road last week.
We were on our way back home from our last exams at school and passed a small shrubbery wherein something twinkled. One of my friends reached down into the bushes and pulled out a hand mirror. It was made from a mysterious dark material, almost coral-like, and shimmered in the light of the midday sun. The mirror was not very large, about as big as my hand, but the thing seemed to posess something menacing. I remembered the Japanese tale and what had crept through my soul everytime I had thought about it.
It was not the story itself but something different, I think. When I took the mirror and looked into it... I held it in front of my face, saw the street behind me, nothing special.
But then, suddenly I saw this... thing behind me. This..."
She stopped and started shaking, while gazing at the ground, ashamed. It took some time until she calmed down and was able to look up again. Her eyes were cloudy and distant.
"Please, tell me what you think you saw. This is important! I suspect something has been occupying your thoughts for a long time now."
Miharu resumed her story reluctantly.
"A... skinny, shadowy entity. I barely could make out its outline. But that was enough. I will never forget feeling its gaze. I did not see its eyes, but they were there, staring at me. I must have collapsed screaming..."
I thought about her words. It was likely some childhood memory manifesting itself: a violent experience or some kind of shock. Sometimes another child jumping out from behind a corner for a scare or another similarly menial thing was enough to trigger these thoughts. I had already cured people suffering from those problems.
"Listen carefully, what you just told me surely must have been terrifying for you, but its origins should be quite innocuous. I think that you are probably trying to cope with some repressed memories. If people see things in the mirror that are not supposed to be there, it is likely an attempt at communication of their sub consciousness. In many cases the mirror is seen as some kind of gateway. If you want to, I can offer you some other methods to try lessen your fears besides conversing. Confrontational therapy is a possibility. Another method would be getting to the cause of your fear through hypnosis. You have to decide for yourself what suits you best. If the situation is getting worse than just being uncomfortable or if something else, like the encounter with the black mirror that you described, happens, you should not wait to make an extra appointment. While we are at it, do you still have the mirror? I would like to take a look at it."
She hesitated.
"I guess it broke when I had my anxiety attack. At least I hope so... Thank you very much, I will be back next week."
The young woman slowly got up and I led her to the door. Her mother was still waiting outside and they hurryingly left. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened and her problems promised to be not very severe, because I was sure that the repressed memories were easy to uncover.
If I had only known back then...
***
The next consultation hour arrived rather quickly. On 19th July 1978 Miharu arrived on time for her appointment. As her mother led her into the room it became apparent that something was not right. The eyes of the poor girl looked tired and her skin was pale.
"Doctor, you have to do something, Miharu isn't herself anymore," Miharu's mother pleaded.
I asked her to leave the room and shortly after, me and Miharu were alone again. She sat down on the armchair, and I noticed her hands shaking violently.
"What happened?" I asked.
"It got worse, well, I guess you can see that. I can't explain it myself. Every time I get close to a mirror, my fear makes me dizzy. I am afraid to see something in there, something that watches me, that hungers for me. It is terrible. I just can't cope with it anymore. When I went to school, I couldn't even go to the bathroom, because it has a giant mirror on the wall. I can't stand it anymore. Do something!"
She was beside herself and got louder, starting to panic.
"Please calm down. You are safe here. Completely. You... didn't see anything else? I am sorry, I have to ask. Did you?"
"No..." she said, hesitating.
"No, nothing. I am just afraid to see something. Afraid of it coming back. It is just horrifying."
"Would you look into a mirror? Now? To see whether there is something in it? We could do it together, if you want to."
This was of course a suggestion that Miharu would probably not touch upon, but I had to make sure that she was aware of that possibility.
"I am with you. Nothing will happen to you, I promise."
"Alright, if we would do it together..." Miharu slowly said.
I found her taking this step so early quite remarkable. I slowly took a hand mirror out of a drawer and placed it face down on my knees. She got up and walked to my side.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yes..." she tearfully said but soon got a grip on herself.
I began turning the mirror, gradually. We saw our mirror images, but nothing else. Miharu went back to her armchair again and I noticed her shaking fading away. She began to relax. The mirror went back into its drawer and I looked at her.
"There was nothing, was there?"
"No, of course not, it was stupid of me. Silly thoughts."
"They were in no way silly. It was just this silhouette you believed having seen. That upset you this badly. Because of it, you started to build up fear of confrontation. It will take some time, but your phobia will fade away. At least you will be able to visit the bathroom again."
Miharu started laughing.
"Yes, thank you very much, I certainly will be. But is it possible to try hypnotherapy next week? I want to know what exactly I got so worked up over. I have hallucinated something, after all."
I looked at the time.
"We could also do that right now. After all, only ten minutes of our session have passed... If you want to."
"Yes, of course. I want to leave it behind me. It's been enough. Who knows, the fear might come back some day. I don't have the nerves for that happening."
So I hypnotized her.
It was admirable how hard she fought against her anxiety and I had high hopes for a quick recovery of hers. She sat there, eyes closed, relaxing her limbs. I asked her to go back to the day she and her friends had found the black mirror. It seemed to put some strain on her but finally she made it.
"I am standing next to the road... together with my friends. We take our time walking home. Lea suddenly stops, she had seen something, something in the bushes, twinkling. She reaches down and grabs it. It is the mirror. I... I am afraid."
"Afraid of what? The tale? You don't have to be. You are safe, understood?"
"Yes, yes, I am safe. But... I've got this feeling, this feeling of discomfort. I think it is because the mirror is so weirdly black. It seems evil. I fear seeing a ghost. An evil ghost. Something monstrous from the beyond or another horrifying place. What if something is inside the mirror? I don't want to look..."
"There is nothing inside. You are just imagining things. Ghosts don't exist. You are completely safe, don't be afraid."
Miharu's face muscles tensed and she appeared to be under a lot of stress.
"I... I look into the mirror. The road is behind me. Cars are passing by. Beyond the road there is a field. There... there it is, the silhouette, no."
She grew even more tense and her breathing got heavy. I leaned forward and tried to calm her down.
"Everything is alright; it can't harm you. It is just a memory. But which one? Which memory are you hiding? Please describe the silhouette. It will relax you, trust me. Everything is going to be alright."
If Miharu managed to see whose silhouette she had seen, we would know what caused her fears. Then my treatment would have reached its goal. Perhaps her father? A childhood friend? Someone she knew? Who would it be?
"It... it is big... tall... unnatural. About three metres, but skinny, skinny.... Incredibly skinny. And its long neck... almost as long as my arms... what is that? I know it noticed me, no..."
I hesitated. What was happening? Her seeing such a distorted figure was highly irregular. I almost wanted to wake her up when she suddenly relaxed.
"It... it turns away... despite having noticed me. It doesn't care about me. It slowly fades away shortly before I drop the mirror..."
I hurriedly woke her up. Miharu appeared to be relieved. She asked about my findings.
"I am not entirely sure, but the silhouette might have been a symbol of some worry. It looks like this worry has already... vanished. You said the entity you saw didn't care about you. We can safely assume that no further extreme happenings are to take place. If something does happen, you are welcome to visit me again. But I think you should try to cope alone for the time being."
Miharu left thankfully and her mother was also happy about the quick recovery.
I had some doubts, because I never experienced someone being cured this fast, but I assumed the phobia hadn't been that severe to begin with. I did not know, what the silhouette had symbolized, but it seemed to have been something unimportant for the moment. I expected to never see Miharu again at the hospital, but I would be proven wrong in a gruesome and terrible way.
***
On the night between 23rd and 24th July I got a call from the hospital. One of my patients had gone mad and tried to cut out her eyes. It was Miharu. I immediately drove to the clinic, completely aghast. A colleague of mine showed me to one of the older rooms inside the basement. I found Miharu sitting on a chair, wearing a white straightjacket.
After I had closed the door behind me and sat down at a table opposite of her, shivers ran down my spine. Miharu apparently did not manage to harm herself in any way, but her face looked like a mask.
She crazily peered into my eyes and had a wide surreal grin on her face. A strange biting stench made my eyes tear up, however I was not able to make out its source.
Miharu turned up her nose and cheerfully asked about my well-being.
"What happened? What did you do?" I wanted to know, ignoring her question.
Miharu started laughing, joyless, coldly.
"Do you really want to know, doctor? Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, why else would I be here? What happened?"
"I... I was at home, all was well. So well. No worries, no fear of mirrors. Everything was magnificent, magnificent. Until... It was there, there. This hideous... thing."
Miharu was whispering.
"The silhouette?" I asked.
Miharu laughed again.
"The silhouette? No, no. The mirror. The black hand mirror. It was lying on the sink in the bathroom. Just on the sink. How did it get there? How on earth did it get there? I don't know. I have no clue, but it was there. Just there."
She laughed even louder, hysterically, then suddenly stopped. She looked at me, her eyes feeling unnaturally huge, almost trying to suck me in.
"A friend of mine must have placed it there, who else? It didn't break, no. But it doesn't matter, I threw it away, away...."
She started humming, quietly but kept staring into my eyes.
Another shiver went down my spine when I noticed that she didn't even blink anymore.
"And... it came back?" I asked.
"No, of course not, you idiot, mirrors can't walk! No! It stayed away.
Everything was well.
I washed my hands, wanted to leave... but then..."
She leaned forward even more.
"The lights went out. Probably some malfunction in the power grid, surely nothing bad. No. The lights went back on. And then..."
She stopped and pierced me with her gaze. The silence was unbearable. I had never before seen someone this delusional. Suddenly she started screaming.
"It was in the mirror, directly in front of me. It was there, this face! This repulsing, blasphemous face. It looked at me, a grimace from beyond this world, evil, ugly, disgusting.
It stared and stared, so close, I could see it, so close.
I ran out of the bathroom and into the living room to my parents, feeling a panic like never before. They tried to calm me down, but it didn't work.
I knew it was still there.
On the television screen, on the pendulum of the wall clock, everywhere. It gazed into my soul, this grotesque face of scum. I had to cut out my eyes, didn't want to see it anymore, but my parents held me back. They held me back and I fainted.
But now... here... having had time to think it through... I understood. I understood, doctor."
She got quiet again, but saliva started dripping out of her open mouth.
"What? What did you understand?" I wanted to know.
She gazed at me, seriously, without a shred of humanity showing in her eyes or on her face.
"It was my own face! I look like that! Look at me! Just look at me! Just my own face. How stupid of me..."
Her eyes opened even further, giving me a feeling of incredible uneasiness. What must have happened to make her hallucinate such horrors? It had to be a dark memory, perhaps she was mocked with something as a child?
"Something happened to you, long ago! We can find out what it is, together! You do not have to believe such things!"
"Doctor, are you blind? Perhaps... you can feel it. Come... come closer, please. Come closer."
With those words Miharu stood up. She couldn't walk because her feet were chained to the chair that was screwed tightly into the ground. This was my opportunity to convince her.
I began stepping in her direction, slowly, until a mere thirty centimetres of distance were left between us. Her eyes were two gates, trying to swallow me whole, her mouth just a small line and her face grey as ash. Her hair was ruffled. But everything was normal, I could reassure her.
"There is nothing, Miharu, nothing. You just look tired. Very tired."
"Touch it. Feel it, this unspeakable... mass... lump... go on!"
I have to admit that I was afraid of touching her. What if I really felt something? Something that wasn't her face?
No, I couldn't act this stuporous.
I began raising my hand towards her features. I stopped and hesitated, but finally got a grip on myself and touched it. It was soft and completely normal. It took a giant load off my mind and I cursed myself. What did I expect? Her stories must have been a bit too strange.
"Nothing wrong. All is well. You do not have to be afraid anymore."
Despair crept into Miharu's eyes. It appeared that she finally got to her senses.
"No, no, it is this grotesque face, believe me! Are you blind?"
She started crying.
I felt sorry for her, especially because I did not know how long she had to stay here. As I started to leave, the lights flickered and died out.
A scared jolt ran through Miharu's body and she staggered forward, hitting me in the rush. We crashed onto the hard floor, her head smashing onto my stomach and I let out a painful gasp.
Suddenly an unbelievably bad stench got into my nose.
It came from Miharu.
I could not see anything, though part of me didn't want to, anyway. Closing my eyes I tried to relax. I noticed the lights turning back on, but my eyes stayed shut. Then I heard it. Only centimetres away from my ears something was panting, gargling, a distorted voice.
"Doctor, doctor, I think you also might be able to see it now... I think you also might be able to see it now..."
In shock I reached for her face. Instead of smooth skin I felt a slimy, grisly surface. The terror almost made me lose my mind. This couldn't possibly be happening! Then I opened my eyes.
Never will I forget what I saw and never again will I be able to spend a minute in peace after this atrocity.
It was a grimace lying on my stomach, having once been the face of a beautiful girl. The eyes were giant, round and squidgy, stood out and twitched around madly. Her hair was black and dishevelled, sprouting in all directions, the skin strangely blue and her nose unsettlingly normal. The jaw however had mainly gone back into the skull so the creature had a huge overbite and the mouth was twisted and turned, almost like a mirror image on a pond that got distorted by waves.
Her eyes were fixating me in a gruesome way and her hand clung to my ankle, strangely having been freed of the straightjacket. I do not remember how I got loose and ran away, while she followed me with her eyeballs. I understand that no one will probably ever believe me. That all of it sounds like me hallucinating... but it was reality.
In the following night, Miharu vanished from her guarded, locked room. No one knew where she went and no one ever saw her again. There also never was another person who saw this gruesome... no her true face. I was notified about her asking for a black hand mirror that had been found in her bathroom, shortly before I came to visit her.
Where the accursed object is now I do not know. If anyone were to find it, I can only hope that due to this report it will be destroyed immediately. Luckily I never saw the black thing myself. Who knows what horrendous things would now gaze at me from inside the mirrors? I am afraid even now of seeing this sacrilegious gruesome face from another world in a reflection one day and of it taking me.
And never again did I sleep in peace.
In the dark I remember this nasty voice. Sometimes I imagine hearing it right beside me, feeling another being in my bed.
"Doctor, doctor, I think... I think you also might be able to see it now... I think you also might be able to see it now..."
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2020.04.01 11:03 Andreas_from_Germany Three kisses: A take on Shaun’s journey so far (3.20 “I Love You”)

But…
The recurring theme of all three seasons of The Good Doctor was Shaun’s emancipation from prejudices and paternalism. Being seen as more than his autism (3.14!). The last example in a long line now is Vera, telling him yet again what to do and not listening what Shaun has already decided for himself in 3.19.
I believe Vera to be a summation of all the others that came before, persuading Shaun’s mind to give in to their neurotypical views: “Your goal isn’t Lea. It’s love.” Sentences underscored by the one tune we heard when Lea comforted in 3.10 “Friends and Family”. Vera is a temptation to leave Lea for the prospect of a happier life. Shortly after, Lea is a temptation to leave Vera for staying alive. As in 3.19 we see an ongoing battle of wills, raging around Shaun as well as in his head (“I made a promise to Vera. […] Vera didn’t die, so the promise doesn’t count.”).
Vera is also asking for a change of perspective. She aims for the easy way out – letting go. Shaun fights for the best way out – holding onto love and (Vera’s) life. “Very few things that are worthwhile in life come without a cost” said Andrews in 3.2 Debts. For staying alive Vera must sacrifice a limb.
What is the cost for Shaun? Diving into the rubble he must fight his fear. He must learn how to postpone his own needs for the needs of others. He must fight is autism-related selfishness and singlemindedness (old Greek autós means self) we saw so often. He gave up his frantic search for Lea in 3.19. He became less fixated (3.17!) and more aware of the moment.
In 3.20 we see his thinking become more flexible. He is thinking ahead, deceiving Vera about his actions to spare her anxiety, seeking new approaches as previous fail. And we see him attending to the emotional needs of Lea as well when he makes her to count to 180 in order to distract her from the screams.
Technically speaking, he is demonstrating flexibilty in thinking and perspective taking here: he anticipates the emotions of his peers and acts accordingly. Abilites that do not come naturally with ASD. He is also more in control of his emotions than before. The earthquake has become a fast-track learning experience. For Shaun, the crisis is a bargain.
For Lea, it is too. Lea knew Shaun was a good doctor (1.12!), but until now she never has experienced him practicing medicine. She feared her ways would be too much to bear for him in 3.16 “Autopsy”, she sustained his dark side in the following episodes. Now she is witness to how resilient and dedicated he can be under the most extreme conditions. Now, she has seen Shaun in all his facets. Weighing it all against death, the prospect of love has won and as a new day starts (literally and metaphorically) the third season ends with three kisses while the music plays:
Death is coming, carried on his crooked wings/
I can't do anything/
Death is coming, carried on his crooked wings/
I can't do anything/

Hold onto what you've got/
Put a lock on the door, double the knot/

Love is coming, coming for to carry me/
I don't know anything/
Love is coming, coming for to carry me/
I don't know anything/

Send the rain, send my love/
Send my love to everyone/
Send the rain, send my love/
Send my love to everyone/

Ooh, aah/
Ooh, hey/

Send the rain, send my love/
Send my love to everyone/
Send the rain, send my love/
Send my love to everyone/
Send the rain, send my love/
Send my love to everyone/
Send the rain, send my love/
Send my love to everyone/

To everyone/
To everyone/
Send The Rain (To Everyone) by Noah Gundersen
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2020.03.21 05:43 slayeroftruth Florence Nightingale Women Going Her Own Way

https://www.famousscientists.org/florence-nightingale/
Lived 1820 – 1910.
Immortalized as the lady with the lamp, Florence Nightingale was a highly intelligent, mathematically astute pioneer of better health outcomes. Her innovations resulted in lower death rates – first in hospitals, then in wider society.
She formulated and implemented enormous reforms of nurse training and nursing practices. Before Nightingale’s reforms, nurses were seen as unhygienic and unreliable. Afterwards, they were seen as clean, medically trained, and well-disciplined.
After experiencing first-hand the reluctance of people in government to change the way things were done, and realizing they were often too lazy to read reports, she started presenting statistics as pictures, popularizing the polar area diagram.
Beginnings Florence’s father, William Nightingale, was well educated and intellectually inclined. He had inherited great wealth from an uncle.
Florence’s mother, Frances Smith, enjoyed a rather leisurely life. She also came from a very wealthy family background.
he family returned home when Florence was one year old, and she was brought up on family estates in England: in Embley and Lea Hurst. She and her sister loved exploring the countryside, and Florence kept a written record of the flowers she observed. She loved cats and had many pets including a pig, a donkey, and a pony. Later in life she would say pets make excellent companions for people suffering from chronic illnesses.
Florence’s father home-schooled his daughters to an extremely high standard, reproducing the education he had received at the University of Cambridge, teaching them French, German, Italian, Greek, Latin, Philosophy, and Mathematics. Florence was a polymath with exceptional skills – Benjamin Jowett, Master of Oxford’s Balliol College, sought her opinion on his translations of the Greek philosopher Plato.
Florence’s mother ensured her daughters had the social skills required of upper-class girls: there was always another dance, or dinner party, or weekend in the country to look forward to.
A Serious Girl on a Grand Tour Florence tired of the social scene; she wanted greater meaning from her life. Aged 16, she believed God had called her to service.
From private diary: “I craved for some regular occupation, for something worth doing instead of frittering away my time on useless trifles.” FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE
Between the ages of 17 and 19, her parents took her on another Grand Tour, delaying the day she could follow her calling.
Mathematics Aged 19, and opposed by her parents, Florence undertook a serious study of mathematics and engaged a tutor to help her.
The Hungry Forties The 1840s were harsh years in the United Kingdom, with high unemployment. Florence Nightingale, now in her twenties, refused to ignore the suffering she saw around her. In 1843, aged 23, she started making home visits to help poor people. The following year she started working in hospitals. Her parents thwarted an attempt she made to train as a nurse at Salisbury Hospital.
In 1849 she exasperated her parents again, this time by rejecting a proposal of marriage from Richard Monckton Miles, a social reformer. Nightingale recorded in her diary that her nature had three needs to be fulfilled: intellectual, passionate, and moral. She found him suitable on the first two points, but not the third.
To escape the strife at home, friends took her on vacation to Germany. Defying her parents, she lived in a hospital, Kaiserswerth, observing the treatments offered there. She wrote a 32-page paper recording her observations, which she published anonymously in 1851.
Spied Upon At home, things were terrible. Florence was now over thirty years old. Her sister was jealous of her independent spirit and her intellectual friends. Her mother scolded her for not becoming a lady of society, spied on her, opened her mail, and prevented her seeing some of her friends.
Freedom In 1853, aged 33, Florence Nightingale escaped. She got a job in London in charge of an institution caring for sick women. Her father had realized how unhappy the restricted life she led at home was making her. He secretly began paying her an allowance of £500 a year – enough for her to be comfortable and independent. On hearing she was leaving home for London, her mother wept and her sister became hysterical.
Improving Care, Reducing Death Rates Sick Women in London Nightingale was a formidably efficient organizer. In her first post in London, she completely transformed the hospital regime. She had hot water piped to every floor and lifts installed to transport hot food quickly. She introduced quality inspections of bedding, equipment, and food, and made sure these were purchased on the best terms. She made sure the food served was nutritious. Within a few months, she replaced most of the existing hospital staff with people who were more enthusiastic, competent, and caring.
Nightingale’s reputation for making dramatic improvements to healthcare spread quickly.
Saving Lives in Turkey In October 1854, the British Government asked Nightingale to travel to Scutari, near Istanbul, in Turkey and take full charge of nursing there.
Britain, France, and Turkey were at war with Russia. British soldiers were dying in greater numbers in the hospitals and of cholera than on the battlefield, and the public had been enraged by scathing newspaper reports of the appalling situation.
Nursing was looked on as a disreputable job undertaken by rather dreadful women who drank hard liquor. Nightingale wanted to change that. She agreed to the government’s request and was given the power to select the nurses she would take with her. They would have to be emotionally strong women, prepared to live in the toughest conditions and work with distressing cases and wounds. Nightingale took a team of 38, consisting of 14 hospital nurses, 14 Anglican sisters, and 10 Roman Catholic nuns.
When they arrived on November 3, 1854, Scutari was like hell on earth. It was seething with filth, decay, disease, death, and men in a pitiful state, covered in fleas and lice. Wounded soldiers were having limbs sawn off without anesthetic, unscreened from other patients. Huge numbers of new casualties were expected imminently.
Remarkably, the doctors at Scutari did not want any help from Nightingale’s team. Rather than argue, she decided to put her nurses on standby and do nothing. Assessing the situation and considering the impact of a new influx of casualties, she expected the doctors would ask for help soon enough. And they did.
Nightingale had to fight against three squabbling government departments to implement improvements at Scutari. Things improved, albeit too slowly for her.
A Legend Is Born Nightingale was idolized by the soldiers, who could see she was working herself to exhaustion to care for them and improve their lot.
During her first winter at Scutari, 4,000 soldiers died. Nightingale ensured no soldier died alone. She was personally present offering comfort at 2,000 deaths. Gradually she made improvements to the bedding and the cleanliness of the hospital, constantly battling against resistance from the doctors.
Success and Personal Illness Despite her selfless devotion to the soldiers housed at Scutari, and the legend that grew around her as a nurse, it’s important to remember that Nightingale was not really a nurse.
She was a scientist, a data-gatherer, a writer, a trainer, a manager, an organizer, an analyst, and a campaigner; these varied skills, combined with an enormous appetite for hard work and a driven personality characterized her professional life.
The government was energized to send a Sanitary Commission to Scutari in March 1855. This resulted in the repair, cleaning, and ventilation of sewers; installation of ventilation shafts; increased spacing between patients; site drainage; removal of open toilets; installation of a system to flush the drains several times daily; and the walls of wards being washed several times daily with lime.
The death rate at the hospital at Scutari fell from over 50 percent in Nightingale’s first weeks to 2 percent. She recognized the crucial importance of the Sanitary Commission’s work in bringing down the death rate and she resolved to implement better sanitation wherever she had influence.
Nightingale was physically and emotionally drained by her work, and became ill with fever. She was probably infected by brucellosis in milk. Undiagnosed at the time, this disease, with its attendant debilitating spondylitis, affected her for the rest of her long life. At times the spondylitis would cause her such agony that she could not move. Much of her future statistical analysis and campaigning would be done from a couch or bed.
“There is not an official who would not burn me like Joan of Arc if he could, but they know the War Office cannot turn me out because the country is with me.” FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE.. 1856, Letter to Sidney Herbert, Secretary of State for War
Improving Healthcare, Improving Lives Nightingale took a holistic approach to the health of soldiers in Turkey, an approach she would follow for the rest of her life.
She saw that soldiers in hospital were badly fed, and used funds generated following newspaper publicity for her work to buy the soldiers better food.
Against the wishes of the Army officers at Scutari, who said it would be bad for discipline, she equipped the hospital with a reading room, where soldiers could find books and newspapers for mental stimulation. This was very popular with the soldiers and there were no discipline problems.
Seeing for herself that excessive alcohol consumption was a problem for many of the healthy soldiers, she researched the issue and learned there was no system in place for soldiers to send money home. She started a money transfer system, with the result that the solders began sending large amounts of money home rather than consuming it the form of alcohol.
She set up a popular coffee house as an alternative to alcohol. She was not, however, a puritan. She thought it would be a good idea if soldiers would drink less, but nuns drink more!
No Wish to be a Celebrity – Grief and Guilt By now Nightingale’s mother and sister were basking in her reflected social glory and had become enthusiastic about her work. Nightingale herself, however, had no wish for celebrity. After she heard large numbers of people were going to give her a rousing reception when she came back from Turkey, she traveled as Miss Smith and arrived home quietly. She refused to make public appearances.
She was in fact privately grief-stricken for all the thousands of men she had tended to and seen die in horrible circumstances in Turkey. She also felt guilty that many of the deaths from disease had been preventable, if only she had known more about the importance of strict sanitary practices. The grief and guilt would stay with her forever, increasing her determination to prevent suffering wherever it was found.
A Source of Inspiration Despite Nightingale’s own misgivings, her work inspired many others to take action, including Henry Dunant: “Though I am known as the founder of the Red Cross and the originator of the Convention of Geneva, it is to an English woman that all the honor of that convention is due. What inspired me to go to Italy during the war of 1859 was the work of Miss Florence Nightingale.” HENRY DUNANT.. 1872, Founder of the Red Cross
Inventing Modern Nursing In 1859, Nightingale completed her book Notes on Nursing, the founding work of modern nursing.
She set up the Nightingale Fund, raising enough money to establish the Nightingale Training School at London’s St. Thomas’ Hospital in 1860. Nurses would now be medically trained to care for patients: nursing would become a respected profession.
In 1863, she published the third and weightiest edition of her highly influential book Notes on Hospitals. Her personal experiences still in mind, she penned words as relevant to hospitals today as they were then:“It may seem a strange principle to enunciate as the very first requirement in a hospital that it should do the sick no harm.” FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE .. 1863, Notes on Hospitals
She knew some hospitals were manipulating statistics to make themselves look good:
“…accurate hospital statistics are much more rare than is generally imagined, and take no cognizance of those cases which are discharged in a hopeless condition, to die immediately afterwards, a practice which is followed to a much greater extent by some hospitals than others.” FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE 1863, Notes on Hospitals
Nightingale’s book covered hospital sanitation and design, highlighting the features that worked best. She showed how statistics should be gathered to best assess outcomes of ward practices and surgical practices.
Linda Richards trained at the Nightingale Training School in 1877, and then returned to the USA, where she established high-quality nursing schools across the country.
Statistics, Sanitation, and Life Expectancy In 1859, Nightingale was elected to the Royal Statistical Society – its first female member.
She utilized her mathematical training to analyze the causes of sickness and death, first in hospitals and then in broader society. She popularized the use of polar area diagrams to ensure the points she was making could be understood by politicians and civil servants – from experience, she did not trust these people to read reports properly.
She often won arguments about the best way to proceed in healthcare through her mastery of statistics.
From her experiences in Scutari, she advocated sanitary reform for the British Army in India, which reduced the death rate from 69 to 18 per 1,000 within a decade.
In the UK as a whole, sanitary reforms advocated by Nightingale – compulsory sanitation in private homes for example – and supported by her statistics and polar charts are largely credited with improving average life expectancy by 20 years between 1871 and 1935.
One of Nightingale’s polar charts (digitally enhanced). Even a politician can read this to see that, as time passes, the number of deaths per month is getting smaller. The colors show the cause of death.
Some Personal Details and the End Nightingale had a number of male admirers, and during her life received at least two proposals of marriage. However, she believed God had chosen her for her work, and she never married or had children.
She retained a lifelong affinity with the city she was named after, and loved to speak Italian and would use Italian words and phrases while speaking English with friends.
She loved music: her favorite composer was Mozart.
From 1857 onwards, Nightingale was often confined to bed by spondylitis pain or depression caused by brucellosis. Despite this, she managed to achieve a seismic shift in the UK’s sanitation and public health programs, using her reputation to push politicians and officials into action. In 1883, she received the Royal Red Cross from Queen Victoria, who deeply admired Nightingale’s work, and invited her to speak with her on several occasions. In 1907, she became the first woman to be awarded the Order of Merit.
From about the age of 70, Nightingale slowed down and became less driven, spending more time enjoying the company of friends. In the last 10 years or so of her life, she lost most of her eyesight and became somewhat senile.
Florence Nightingale died in her sleep in London on August 13, 1910. She was 90 years old. She had been offered burial alongside some of Britain’s greatest heroes in Westminster Abbey, but turned this down. She actually requested her body be used for medical research, but this did not happen.
She was buried quietly, beside her parents, in the graveyard of St Margaret’s Church near her childhood home of Embley Park. There was a huge service in her honor at St. Paul’s Cathedral, attended by the King. A choir of 1,000 nurses sang at it.
Florence Nightingale was revered in her lifetime and is still revered today.
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2020.03.08 21:12 alicessword A trans girl in critical situation needs help

Hi there,
We are two young students come from China living overseas, looking for help here for a poor transgender girl in China, who is now in critical condition.
I will first explain the background of this issue: the poor conditions of Chinese transgender girls, and then narrate this issue in detail.
++++++++++
As we all have known that the social systems of China under the communist rule, which seems to be pretty, can be a poison for transgender girls. They are being regarded as an “unnormal”, that is, not recognized even by their family members. Since their childhood, they had long suffered domestic violence. To have a son who has founded her real sexual identity as a girl, is a curse to many Chinese families: both mentally and socially. There, people are fanatic with a socially recognized success; the only end for those who are different, is to die in silence.
Parents beat their children as they tell them their sexual conversion; sometimes their only way out is to leave their homes, and wander at the bottom of the urban society in China, take temporary jobs, and, at the same time, being discriminated. They cannot receive proper medical care due to their critical conditions in poverty. Getting medicines like Cyproterone acetate for those girls is super difficult; among expensive medicines, there are also a lot of fake medicines mixed with the true ones.
At the same time, it’s also a luxury for some of the transgender girls to receive acceptable surgeries. The premise of operating an orchiectomy is a certificate of diagnosis issued by a registered medical doctor, which costs at least 3,000 CNY (More than 400 dollars), and the surgery itself costs even more.
In society, they are also a group of “strangers”: This society does not accept and admit the existence of people who are different from them. The differences have become excuses for humiliating and plundering. The girlfriend of one of us is such a transgender girl living in Sichuan, China. She was once working as a temporary worker at a gas station without a labor contract. The keeper of the gas station refused to pay the wage at the end of the month. He found a fire hydrant and shot the high-pressure water onto this transgender girl, for she was “a monster”. She got wounded, fled away, and did not have money to go to the hospital.
Without a family, without social care, but only with the constant hostility from everyone else. The only consolation for them is the love among each other. Instead of their original families, some other transgender friends, who have unconditional sympathy with those who have suffered enormous pain, humiliation, and brutality, have been their new family members. But the ruthless Chinese society is a desert for them; friends come together, provide some anonymous help to each other, and then scatter again. Due to their fragile social condition, their merciful hearts also seem to be tiny in front of the fearsome state apparatus and this society, which has put unto them unimaginable oppression.
There are already some mutual-helping groups in China founded by some transgender girls who are with better living conditions in cities, but they use to only give some instructions to each other, it seems more likely to be some clubs. However, for those transgender girls who are at the bottom of the society, their voices are fewer to be heard; their tears fall into the soil, and their despair has long swallowed them into the darkness. Lack of medicine, lack of money for surgery, lack of confidence of mutual-helping, lack of courage of asking for help, and lack of the bridge between themselves and those foreigners who can provide help. They are kind and merciful, are super grateful only for a few bits of help; they are also willing to recompense the help in any way they could.
We are two Christians, have already had the experience of helping more than 10 transgender girls in China, most of them were in extremely critical condition and totally helpless. Those helps are done directly in person during the past one and a half years.
++++++++++
Here is one of the trans girls that we have helped during the past few years. Because she left her home early – her parents can simply not accept that they have a transgender son – she had no money to get a registered certificate for the surgery. With a huge determination and courage, she had done the orchiectomy before BY HERSELF. The wound was often got inflamed. Last year we have paid her 3,000 CNY (about 430 US dollars) to get a thoroughly clean-up surgery, and the condition of her wound got better than before.
However, recently she had an accident and her wound got knocked seriously. The wound is now swelling, and she suffers enormous pain.
She got wounded then and have been sent to a hospital by her friend. Lacking the money of doing such a clean-up surgery, she is now waiting desperately on a bed in the hospital, suffering tremendous pain, cannot even get out of bed.
Her name is Kaiyang Zhang, from Jiangxi province in southeast China. Now he is in a hospital called 363 Hospital in Chengdu, Sichuan province. Below we will post the surgery checklist issued by a doctor of the hospital, his ID card, and his photo. We will also provide the document translation.
The cost of the surgery is about 10,000 CNY (about 1,500 dollars). Now we have already paid a part of the fees for her, but our financial situation is also restrained, because we are now students and are financially dependent on our families. When we have collected enough money, we will transfer the money to the Chinese bank account of one of us, and then pay directly to the patient for the surgery.
All the documents that we have in order to prove that this is not a hoax will be listed below. When someone wants to provide help, please send a private message to me and we will ask for more information if needed. We can also establish a direct conversation between the helper and the patient herself (via Chinese IM-app QQ), and we can provide translation services.
Thank you very, very much for your patience in reading this letter. We appreciate your help in any form or amount.
We receive:
Paypal
Bitcoin
International bank transfer
Paypal money pool (funded by one of our trustworthy friend in the US):
https://paypal.me/pools/c/8neRCo9A0e

LIST:
1. Special Medical Equipment Items for Urological Surgery
2. 363 Hospital - Informed Consent to Use Urological Equipment
3. 363 Hospital - Record of conversation with the patient and her family before surgery
4. 363 Hospital - Consent for Urological Surgery
5. Photo – inflamed wound on his private parts
6. Video – he is on a bed in the hospital, waiting for a surgery
7. Photo – the patient on the bed
8. Identity card of the patient
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2020.03.08 21:09 alicessword A trans girl in critical situation needs help

Hi there,
We are two young students come from China living overseas, looking for help here for a poor transgender girl in China, who is now in critical condition.
I will first explain the background of this issue: the poor conditions of Chinese transgender girls, and then narrate this issue in detail.
++++++++++
As we all have known that the social systems of China under the communist rule, which seems to be pretty, can be a poison for transgender girls. They are being regarded as an “unnormal”, that is, not recognized even by their family members. Since their childhood, they had long suffered domestic violence. To have a son who has founded her real sexual identity as a girl, is a curse to many Chinese families: both mentally and socially. There, people are fanatic with a socially recognized success; the only end for those who are different, is to die in silence.
Parents beat their children as they tell them their sexual conversion; sometimes their only way out is to leave their homes, and wander at the bottom of the urban society in China, take temporary jobs, and, at the same time, being discriminated. They cannot receive proper medical care due to their critical conditions in poverty. Getting medicines like Cyproterone acetate for those girls is super difficult; among expensive medicines, there are also a lot of fake medicines mixed with the true ones.
At the same time, it’s also a luxury for some of the transgender girls to receive acceptable surgeries. The premise of operating an orchiectomy is a certificate of diagnosis issued by a registered medical doctor, which costs at least 3,000 CNY (More than 400 dollars), and the surgery itself costs even more.
In society, they are also a group of “strangers”: This society does not accept and admit the existence of people who are different from them. The differences have become excuses for humiliating and plundering. The girlfriend of one of us is such a transgender girl living in Sichuan, China. She was once working as a temporary worker at a gas station without a labor contract. The keeper of the gas station refused to pay the wage at the end of the month. He found a fire hydrant and shot the high-pressure water onto this transgender girl, for she was “a monster”. She got wounded, fled away, and did not have money to go to the hospital.
Without a family, without social care, but only with the constant hostility from everyone else. The only consolation for them is the love among each other. Instead of their original families, some other transgender friends, who have unconditional sympathy with those who have suffered enormous pain, humiliation, and brutality, have been their new family members. But the ruthless Chinese society is a desert for them; friends come together, provide some anonymous help to each other, and then scatter again. Due to their fragile social condition, their merciful hearts also seem to be tiny in front of the fearsome state apparatus and this society, which has put unto them unimaginable oppression.
There are already some mutual-helping groups in China founded by some transgender girls who are with better living conditions in cities, but they use to only give some instructions to each other, it seems more likely to be some clubs. However, for those transgender girls who are at the bottom of the society, their voices are fewer to be heard; their tears fall into the soil, and their despair has long swallowed them into the darkness. Lack of medicine, lack of money for surgery, lack of confidence of mutual-helping, lack of courage of asking for help, and lack of the bridge between themselves and those foreigners who can provide help. They are kind and merciful, are super grateful only for a few bits of help; they are also willing to recompense the help in any way they could.
We are two Christians, have already had the experience of helping more than 10 transgender girls in China, most of them were in extremely critical condition and totally helpless. Those helps are done directly in person during the past one and a half years.
++++++++++
Here is one of the trans girls that we have helped during the past few years. Because she left her home early – her parents can simply not accept that they have a transgender son – she had no money to get a registered certificate for the surgery. With a huge determination and courage, she had done the orchiectomy before BY HERSELF. The wound was often got inflamed. Last year we have paid her 3,000 CNY (about 430 US dollars) to get a thoroughly clean-up surgery, and the condition of her wound got better than before.
However, recently she had an accident and her wound got knocked seriously. The wound is now swelling, and she suffers enormous pain.
She got wounded then and have been sent to a hospital by her friend. Lacking the money of doing such a clean-up surgery, she is now waiting desperately on a bed in the hospital, suffering tremendous pain, cannot even get out of bed.
Her name is Kaiyang Zhang, from Jiangxi province in southeast China. Now he is in a hospital called 363 Hospital in Chengdu, Sichuan province. Below we will post the surgery checklist issued by a doctor of the hospital, his ID card, and his photo. We will also provide the document translation.
The cost of the surgery is about 10,000 CNY (about 1,500 dollars). Now we have already paid a part of the fees for her, but our financial situation is also restrained, because we are now students and are financially dependent on our families. When we have collected enough money, we will transfer the money to the Chinese bank account of one of us, and then pay directly to the patient for the surgery.
All the documents that we have in order to prove that this is not a hoax will be listed below. When someone wants to provide help, please send a private message to me and we will ask for more information if needed. We can also establish a direct conversation between the helper and the patient herself (via Chinese IM-app QQ), and we can provide translation services.
Thank you very, very much for your patience in reading this letter. We appreciate your help in any form or amount.

We receive:
Paypal
Bitcoin
International bank transfer

Bitcoin wallet address:
1J1bBZRvM87EAsUpjQj5Pi7srgyJcJEB8R

Paypal money pool (funded by one of our trustworthy friend in the US):
https://paypal.me/pools/c/8neRCo9A0e

Bank account for international bank transfer:
Bank Name: Bank of ChinaAccount: 6216606000012589903 Account holder (Family name, First name): Zhang, Yiwen
Mobile Phone Number: +8613581115738
Address: Yujingdongfang building number 6, room 803, Shizhong District, Zaozhuang, Shandong Province
Postcode: 277132

LIST:
1. Special Medical Equipment Items for Urological Surgery
2. 363 Hospital - Informed Consent to Use Urological Equipment
3. 363 Hospital - Record of conversation with the patient and her family before surgery
4. 363 Hospital - Consent for Urological Surgery
5. Photo – inflamed wound on his private parts
6. Video – he is on a bed in the hospital, waiting for a surgery
7. Photo – the patient on the bed
8. Identity card of the patient
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2020.03.08 21:05 alicessword A trans girl in critical situation needs help

Hi there,
We are two young students come from China living overseas, looking for help here for a poor transgender girl in China, who is now in critical condition.
I will first explain the background of this issue: the poor conditions of Chinese transgender girls, and then narrate this issue in detail.
++++++++++
As we all have known that the social systems of China under the communist rule, which seems to be pretty, can be a poison for transgender girls. They are being regarded as an “unnormal”, that is, not recognized even by their family members. Since their childhood, they had long suffered domestic violence. To have a son who has founded her real sexual identity as a girl, is a curse to many Chinese families: both mentally and socially. There, people are fanatic with a socially recognized success; the only end for those who are different, is to die in silence.
Parents beat their children as they tell them their sexual conversion; sometimes their only way out is to leave their homes, and wander at the bottom of the urban society in China, take temporary jobs, and, at the same time, being discriminated. They cannot receive proper medical care due to their critical conditions in poverty. Getting medicines like Cyproterone acetate for those girls is super difficult; among expensive medicines, there are also a lot of fake medicines mixed with the true ones.
At the same time, it’s also a luxury for some of the transgender girls to receive acceptable surgeries. The premise of operating an orchiectomy is a certificate of diagnosis issued by a registered medical doctor, which costs at least 3,000 CNY (More than 400 dollars), and the surgery itself costs even more.
In society, they are also a group of “strangers”: This society does not accept and admit the existence of people who are different from them. The differences have become excuses for humiliating and plundering. The girlfriend of one of us is such a transgender girl living in Sichuan, China. She was once working as a temporary worker at a gas station without a labor contract. The keeper of the gas station refused to pay the wage at the end of the month. He found a fire hydrant and shot the high-pressure water onto this transgender girl, for she was “a monster”. She got wounded, fled away, and did not have money to go to the hospital.
Without a family, without social care, but only with the constant hostility from everyone else. The only consolation for them is the love among each other. Instead of their original families, some other transgender friends, who have unconditional sympathy with those who have suffered enormous pain, humiliation, and brutality, have been their new family members. But the ruthless Chinese society is a desert for them; friends come together, provide some anonymous help to each other, and then scatter again. Due to their fragile social condition, their merciful hearts also seem to be tiny in front of the fearsome state apparatus and this society, which has put unto them unimaginable oppression.
There are already some mutual-helping groups in China founded by some transgender girls who are with better living conditions in cities, but they use to only give some instructions to each other, it seems more likely to be some clubs. However, for those transgender girls who are at the bottom of the society, their voices are fewer to be heard; their tears fall into the soil, and their despair has long swallowed them into the darkness. Lack of medicine, lack of money for surgery, lack of confidence of mutual-helping, lack of courage of asking for help, and lack of the bridge between themselves and those foreigners who can provide help. They are kind and merciful, are super grateful only for a few bits of help; they are also willing to recompense the help in any way they could.
We are two Christians, have already had the experience of helping more than 10 transgender girls in China, most of them were in extremely critical condition and totally helpless. Those helps are done directly in person during the past one and a half years.
++++++++++
Here is one of the trans girls that we have helped during the past few years. Because she left her home early – her parents can simply not accept that they have a transgender son – she had no money to get a registered certificate for the surgery. With a huge determination and courage, she had done the orchiectomy before BY HERSELF. The wound was often got inflamed. Last year we have paid her 3,000 CNY (about 430 US dollars) to get a thoroughly clean-up surgery, and the condition of her wound got better than before.
However, recently she had an accident and her wound got knocked seriously. The wound is now swelling, and she suffers enormous pain.
She got wounded then and have been sent to a hospital by her friend. Lacking the money of doing such a clean-up surgery, she is now waiting desperately on a bed in the hospital, suffering tremendous pain, cannot even get out of bed.
Her name is Kaiyang Zhang, from Jiangxi province in southeast China. Now he is in a hospital called 363 Hospital in Chengdu, Sichuan province. Below we will post the surgery checklist issued by a doctor of the hospital, his ID card, and his photo. We will also provide the document translation.
The cost of the surgery is about 10,000 CNY (about 1,500 dollars). Now we have already paid a part of the fees for her, but our financial situation is also restrained, because we are now students and are financially dependent on our families. When we have collected enough money, we will transfer the money to the Chinese bank account of one of us, and then pay directly to the patient for the surgery.
All the documents that we have in order to prove that this is not a hoax will be listed below. When someone wants to provide help, please send a private message to me and we will ask for more information if needed. We can also establish a direct conversation between the helper and the patient herself (via Chinese IM-app QQ), and we can provide translation services.
Thank you very, very much for your patience in reading this letter. We appreciate your help in any form or amount.

We receive:
Paypal
Bitcoin
International bank transfer

Bitcoin wallet address:
1J1bBZRvM87EAsUpjQj5Pi7srgyJcJEB8R

Paypal money pool (funded by one of our trustworthy friend in the US):
https://paypal.me/pools/c/8neRCo9A0e

Bank account for international bank transfer:

Bank Name: Bank of ChinaAccount: 6216606000012589903 Account holder (Family name, First name): Zhang, Yiwen
Mobile Phone Number: +8613581115738
Address: Yujingdongfang building number 6, room 803, Shizhong District, Zaozhuang, Shandong Province
Postcode: 277132

LIST:
1. Special Medical Equipment Items for Urological Surgery
2. 363 Hospital - Informed Consent to Use Urological Equipment
3. 363 Hospital - Record of conversation with the patient and her family before surgery
4. 363 Hospital - Consent for Urological Surgery
5. Photo – inflamed wound on his private parts
6. Video – he is on a bed in the hospital, waiting for a surgery
7. Photo – the patient on the bed
8. Identity card of the patient
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2020.03.01 12:12 ShineyxDiver Just not a fan of Lea/Shaun.

Started watching and caught up with The Good Doctor and now after the latest episode, it's two times Lea has hurt Shaun. Knowing how he felt and kissing him then deciding to leave... and now this.
Maybe it isn't due to his autism but people's weird desire to see them together when multiple times now Lea has completely hurt Shaun is weird.
Carly has been open, loving, AND honest with Shaun... helping him immensely. Not liking her as a character or in relation to Shaun is silly to me.
Hopefully Shaun realizes Lea can't keep f'n with him and he can finally move on. The writers can't legitimately pretend they're endgame after all this.
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2019.12.21 13:41 uzilan1 [MF] Bertil’s Belly

The Disappearing Willy
One morning his willy disappeared. Bertil pondered on this illusion and tried an old and reliable trick: to pull in his belly and at the same time bend forward. Bertil could now see the pee stream a bit better, but his willy remained unseen. Slightly panic-struck, Bertil suddenly remembered a chapter of Seinfeld, in which George tried justifying his willy’s miniatureness by referring to “the shrinkage”, which, according to him, occurred in cold temperatures. Bertil didn’t, by any means, want to be associated with this George, but for now he felt the explanation could suffice. Suddenly, Bertil remembered how hot he felt the night was and that he was actually covered in sweat. He began desperately to search for a different explanation for his willy’s mystical vanishing below his belly, and turned in his mind his mental wheel of fortune which spun slowly, passing subjects like the relativity theory, the climate change, the urbanisation and the middle- east conflict, and landed finally on the phase of the moon – the good old explanation that helped him so many times before when he wondered over other mystical and unexplainable phenomena.
The Boys
Bertil’s belly was white and bulky. Not totally unlike his wife’s – when she was in her fifth or sixth month. The belly hadn’t always been that big as it was now, nor that hairy. Something must have happened, thought Bertil. Maybe it had to do with the climate change?
It was a warm and humid day out in the archipelago. Such a day in which one thought it was actually fun to live in Sweden – though one has to spend eleven dark, cold months waiting for these warm and humid days. Imagine sitting on the pier, drinking tepid beer and feeding the mosquitoes. Didn’t everything feel enjoyable and uncomplicated? Then there were all those folks who obviously felt they had to share their joy, preferably via Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and whatever the other ones were called. There should be photos of the wine that waits at the balcony, of the newly manicured toe nails with corresponding feet on the beach chairs, or of the children diving into the sea – in order to better ones position in the annual competition against the other nine million Swedes, in the category named “Who’s having most fun right now”.
Bertil sighed and tried relaxing a bit and thinking about nicer things than bellies, mosquitoes and Facebook. Perhaps the match could have a tranquillising effect. That was the second reason (the first one being the heat) to Bertil’s belly being naked and visible for anybody who would like to enjoy the view (yeah, they’d probably soon stand in a long looping queue, thought Bertil). Bertil spent namely the whole morning together with the boys on the lawn outside the small cabin, chasing a small football. Unfortunately, this ball suffered from an illness which caused a permanent lack of air pressure, even if one blew in it until the pump coughed and proclaimed gently that it couldn’t cope anymore and that one, if necessary, could come back Monday to Friday between nine and five o’clock. But it was sure fun, all running and shoving and trying to kick the poor ball between the boots that made up the goal. And Bertil scored one actually. Or rather almost, according to the boys who whined that “it was half a meter off!”, “maybe uncle needs glasses?” and so on. Aren’t we all bad losers, contemplated Bertil.
Running and running, by the way. There wasn’t too much of this happening anymore. Early on in his life Bertil could run a half marathon, almost. Thereafter the boys called him “Martil” for six months or so. But now there was less and less running. And in football too he became a more of a “set play-kind of guy” in later times. Bertil cursed the climate change once again and took a slurp from the tepid flat beer.
The boys: this group consisted of his bigger brother Benjamin (aka Skilled Benny), his little sister Berit and of course Bertil himself. Their mom had a fetish for names beginning with a B. For a long time sister Berit did try fighting this unjust grouping, partly because she obviously wasn’t a boy, neither in sex or age, and partly because she bore a grudge to her bigger brothers since early age and in school always told anyone who cared to listen that these guys weren’t really her family, but far-off relatives, such that Darwin’s evolution should have taken care of a long time ago. But at the end she grew up and finally realised that it wasn’t worthwhile trying to correct her mother every time she called the boys to come down and eat, or hurry up boys, it’s time to go to the mall for our weekly shopping.
Skilled Benny, who got his nickname early on when he became diaper-free already at the age of one and a half, spend his life continuously chasing for more reasons for his name. These consisted of excelling grades in school, numerous medals and trophies that hanged neatly on the wall in his room at home (now they hang on the wall in the guest room in his villa) and of his tenacious blowing in the damned oboe which he practiced one hour every evening since he was seven. A rehearsal studio apparently didn’t seem adequate for Skilled Benny, since then his parents could not hear how skilled he actually was, and the boys would do better to not only bear with the whistling misery, but even listen and enjoy the delicate music, thought their mom, and stop whining all the time.
Nine years ago, since the boys started conceiving their own children, the boys group extended to contain these offspring as well. First off, and in correct order, was Skilled Benny’s turn, together with his skilled wife Lea, to produce a little skilled boy named Bo (“A good-old name beginning with a B”, enjoyed Skilled Benny’s mother, “Isn’t he just skilled?”). Bo was now nine years old and as skilled as his parents. Then there was number two, Björn, a brother to Bo. Björn reached seven now, and has had the honor to be somewhat less skilled than his bigger brother, a good-old tradition that even his uncle Bertil had adopted. His skilled parents, Skilled Benny and Skilled Lea have a difficult time understanding Björn’s negligence with everything he does, or why he can’t learn a bit more from his bigger and more skilled brother, and try a bit harder. Björn is Bertil’s favourite member of this family. He feels an affinity towards him; that they are both members of the honoured club of “less skilled second children who should learn from their bigger brothers”.
Sister Berit’s five-year-old son David is a given member among the boys, even though his name doesn’t begin with a B. Rebellious as she was, sister Berit dared stepping not only one, but even two letters away. Boldly done, thought Bertil and told that to his sister, who in turn threatened to return to calling him Martil if he even looked at her direction again. By doing so, Berit multiplied the number of words she usually uttered to Bertil, which more than often was none other than “shut up”.
But Bertil actually likes David. He feels that in Berit’s family’s case, one had skipped the first, skilled child and went directly over to the second one, who was a bit more slack. That made Bertil’s belly fill warm and fuzzy.
Finally, Bertil deems that his five-months-old little daughter Liv would have to join the boys tribe when she grew up a bit. Bertil suspects that she cannot escape this destiny, and that she probably is going to have a bit of a struggle understanding the logic behind this strange grouping, but after she’ll get to know the rest of the family she would probably, just like the others, simply give up.
Adrenalin
Sister Berit was so furious she wondered if there’s such a thing called an adrenalin poisoning and if so, if she was on her way to get it. She had had this feeling many times before in her life, especially close to her family, and felt that a week out in the countryside together with the boys was like an attempt to treat the allergy by overexposure, which up until now hadn’t shown any effect.
Skilled brother Benny was, just like he always was, skilled. He cooked, played with the kids, chopped the firewood, and won the card game – though he kindly remarked how well everybody else played and that it was simply so that he happened to have luck on his side. Finally, he tried taking over the washing-up from Berit by proclaiming that “you’ve already done so much, let me do the dishes instead.” Gruesome person, thought Berit, and gave him one of her special-designed murder gazes. When she finally found a place which was a bit more seceded from the rest of the family, and totally Bertil-free, she wanted to stay there as long as possible – maybe until the damn week was over. She uttered two more words to Skilled Benny in case her gaze didn’t have the proper effect. It was two small words which she often used in her discussions with her family members and which summarised all her thoughts and feelings so well. She said: “shut up”.
Bertil. This monkey of a brother she had to withstand for so long. She couldn’t possibly count all the annoying things about him, it would take a lifetime. Perhaps it was easier to count the ones that weren’t so annoying. His daughter, perhaps. The rest was unbearable.
She’d tested many different strategies with Bertil. She ignored him, contrived alternative nicknames for him, such as Monkey-Bastard and Pork-Bert, she promised herself to only utter a single word to him per week, and that this word would be an insult. She thought that in the end he would stop commenting over things she did or even worse, try to discuss things with her. But it didn’t help. His thick head was simply impenetrable for the message she so desperately tried sending to him. A message that was so simple and consisted of two simple words, namely “shut up”.
Berit called to her son, David, and said it was late now, and time to brush his teeth and go to bed. David didn’t want to. He said he was actually playing with uncle Bertil and was having so much fun right now, and why must he brush his teeth, and that he didn’t want to go to sleep at all. Berit’s face turned red. She didn’t know what was most annoying: that David played with Monkey-Bastard, that he called him his uncle, or that he...she didn’t want to think about it...it wasn’t like that...shit...
He reminded her of him.
Her son. Reminded her of Pork-Bert. She wanted to die. She wanted to scream. But now she finally realised what it was that was so wrong with the world. It was this damn irony. That henceforth she would always think of Bertil when she’d look at her son. What a frickin nightmare, thought Berit.
Deep Insights
Bertil sat inside the cabin in the countryside, played Yatzy with the boys, and looked outside the window at the large raindrops that destroyed yet another great football match. And one in which he cunningly and with great skill, finesse and dash made one goal and a breathtaking assist.
By continuously taking the wrong decisions (a four of a kind is not a problem at all, right?) and to the boys amusing cheering, Bertil managed to get an all-time-low record in the last game. But the truth was that Bertil wasn’t that concentrated on the boring game. He sat there instead and counted the cons and pros of being out there in the countryside, and grouped these according to his own secret logic:
Bertil threw the dice and got five sixes in the very first roll. No, he realised, it was just in his fantasy. Actually, he got a pair of ones, a three, a four and a five. Bertil saved the ones and again threw the damn three, four and five two more times. This summed to a pair of ones, that is, two points. Stupid game, thought Bertil.
Later Bertil felt a sudden need to share his deep insights on Facebook. He looked in his mobile phone, browsed through all the dishes, the wine bottles and the swimming kids which his friends thought would be good for him to see, and posted the following status update:
Countryside wins with 3-2. Sleeping factor clinched the deal
Boxer
Skilled Benny thought the whole deal with being skilled and all was quite silly. He did not, by any means, feel more skilled than anyone else. If anything, he felt he constantly must exert himself to achieve anything in this world – nothing came free. If there was any difference between himself and his siblings, thought Skilled Benny, then perhaps it was that they didn’t always strain themselves that hard.
Sister Berit. From the moment he saw her for the very first time, Skilled Benny thought the baby was the sweetest and most beautiful person he’d seen in his life, and promised himself to always take care of her, protect her and help her with everything he could. But she grew up and became angry. He had a hard time understanding why, and decided, as always, to try harder. He tried talking to her about what it was that was troubling her, and tried assisting her with her chores and with her homework, but always got her wicked gazes and that word pair she started using as an answer for everything. This “shut up”. But Skilled Benny did not get his nickname because he was used to giving up when small concerns occurred. Nothing that he earlier got himself into could stop him when Skilled Benny had made up his mind. He would not give up that easy.
Skilled Benny’s role model was Boxer the workhorse in George Orwell’s Animal Farm. Boxer’s phrase “I will work harder” was like a motive in Skilled Benny’s life, and he knew that he himself must do his best and that nobody else would do it for him. But unlike Boxer, Skilled Benny realised that the pigs were not to be trusted, and therefore not abide to Bertil’s constant attempts to manipulate him.
And Bertil tried. First there were small things, like when they had to tidy their common room and Bertil suddenly got a toe-ache or a stomachache, and Skilled Benny gladly took over the task and cleaned the room for both of them. Later, Bertil changed his tactic and instead used reverse psychology, which, Skilled Benny must admit, worked on him quite often. Like when Bertil said that the lawn mower was broken and that maybe we could ask the neighbour if we could borrow hers. Then Skilled Benny picked up a screwdriver and some oil, fixed the machine and mowed all the grass while he was at it. Or when Bertil claimed that the grill wouldn’t light and that the lighter fuel was drained, and that the sausages were good to eat even though they were cold. Then Skilled Benny picked up his scout skills, managed to fix the glow with a single match and grilled the meat. Later on, Skilled Benny learned how not to fall into Bertil’s traps. He decided to help Bertil deal with things instead of manipulating others to do them for him.
That’s how his siblings, Bertil and Berit, became Skilled Benny’s hardest nut to crack. He decided to work even harder.
Loranga
Berit woke up slowly on the bed in the cabin, where she lay and drowsed a little in the afternoon. Still dozing she heard a well-known voice:
His name is Masarin and he’ s quite strong, about as strong as one usually is in his age. Otherwise there is nothing special about him, he eats buns and reads comic books and walks around like one usually does. (1)
Berit was still half-sleeping, and the story took her back to her childhood. It was pleasant to hear such an old and well-known tale. But some questions begun racing in her head. Which book was it, actually? And who was reading it for whom? The voice continued:
Then one takes a right turn and enters the kitchen. There, everything is red. The cupboards and the stove and the curtains and the plates. And the table is round and red, and under the table lays quite a bulky and lazy dad.
It was her son David who was lying on the bed, and beside him was Björn, Skilled Benny’s younger son. Both lay there and gazed at the ceiling. Across from them, on the other side of the bed, sat the storyteller and read on:
He is apparently the only thing in the kitchen that is not red, he is more orange, like Loranga. His name is Loranga too! Oh, Loranga is a great dad, he doesn’t care about anything.
Bertil! It was Bertil who read for the children! Berit became wide-awake at once, stood up and looked around at her surroundings: Bertil, David, Björn, Loranga, Masarin and Dartanjang. They all glared at her with astonishment and she realised that maybe it had to with her violent arm waving and screaming. She understood what was about to happen: Bertil was training David and Björn in Loranga technique! If she didn’t take immediate action they would grow up and become like him: fat and lazy white trash. He was assembling a slacker alliance with the younger boys, in order to turn them against her! NO! THIS IS FREAKING ENOUGH! THIS ENDS RIGHT NOW!
Berit took David’s hand and dragged him and her half-packed bag towards her car. They drove straight home. This week in the countryside was more than she could take. Her son would not grow up and become a new Loranga or Bertil. Over her dead body!
(1) Loranga, Masarin och Dartanjang is a book by Barbro Lindgren about a kid named Masarin, his lazy father, Loranga, and his hypochondriac grandfather Dartanjang. Every Swede knows this book by heart. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find the translation of this book so I’m doing my best here to try translating these parts on my own.
The Steaks That Went Astray
In the evening, well home from the countryside, Bertil’s family sat on the sofa and watched TV. Or rather his wife did, the little one slept, and Bertil sat with his Apple (which he called his Mac laptop) in his lap and surfed purposelessly. There was some kind of culture show on, in a public channel in which someone talked excitingly about how the Americans thought the Swedes were insane. Bertil did not listen that carefully, but grasped some flying-by words such as “public”, “transparent” and “self- regulating”. Due to some strange circumstances, these words found their way into Bertil’s subconscious and started to mingle with the natives, who in turn introduced themselves as “steaks”, “barbecue”, “climate change” and of course “belly”. After they hang-out with each other for a while, the words decided to build a cooperation in order to advance together, climb to a higher ground, and accomplish that, which for them was like reaching nirvana, and for Bertil was otherwise known as conscious thoughts. What all that resulted in was that Bertil started thinking about dinner.
Bertil grilled as many steaks as he could fit in the gigantic grill he got for his birthday earlier that spring. When he later arrived with the overfull tray at the table, his wife wanted only a small one. Bertil ate three, and then thought that it was so hot he had to remove his shirt if he was to manage eating further. But when he then sat down again to continue eating, something strange happened which made him stop abruptly. His gentle wife sat, and glared at his belly with a gaze that tried to tell him something. What was it she wanted? Bertil tried deciphering the message and consequently lost his appetite. The whole lot of steaks had to be thrown to Bertil’s great annoyance, though the gaze mystery remained unsolved.
One might think that the newly established word cooperative would be satisfied with what it accomplished: reminding Bertil about dinner. But that wasn’t the whole story. Once they got the taste of their success, the words could not simply lie down and take it easy. Instead they decided to gather their forces and charge one more time. Bertil got, consequently, an urge to explain for his Facebook audience about his newly found knowledge. He posted the following status update:
If more people would eat with bare bellies, perhaps everybody would be a bit slimmer
The Facebook Scale
At lunchtime the following day, Bertil checked Facebook again and discovered that yesterday’s status update reached a record of five in the Facebook scale. Bertil had devised a way to measure a status update’s popularity on Facebook, according to the following formula:
𝑆 = L/𝐹 × 10 
...where S was the Facebook scale, L was the number of likes and F the total number of friends one had. Bertil wanted to use the magical number π in the equation, but gave up once he realised it would be too complex to explain it to all those who would wonder why.
According to the uncomplicated formula, if one had circa 40 friends in Facebook, which was exactly what Bertil had, it would take twenty likes to achieve the scale of five, which, as said before, was the case. Bertil had never before reached higher than a two, which could explain why he now walked happily and sang cheerful songs to himself and smiled discreetly and thought how philosophical he was and how great he was at inspiring his friends.
In the evening the scale rose to 16, that is to 64 likes. Furthermore, there were 27 comments and 8 sharings. Bertil’s ten-grade scale hadn’t apparently taken into consideration the fact that people tend to share things they thought were amusing. His suggestion now grew wings and was spread all across Facebook among his friends, his friends’ friends, as well as some of their friends. Among the comments one could read that several of these friends liked the suggestion, and wondered where he found the inspiration to the idea. A few photos could also be found among the comments, of a bunch of friends and even whole families who sat around the table with bare torsos and ate lunch or dinner. Bertil answered that it was the public service TV show which carried the blame. While listening to the show he could hear, he explained, that transparency leads to increased awareness, which in turn leads to self-regulation. All that was then needed, wrapped Bertil up, was to apply the whole thing to yesterday’s grill dinner, in which his wife’s gaze got him to lose his appetite briskly.
The following day the number of likes and comments tripled. Bertil decided that he must practice what he preached, and ate his dinner with bare belly. Bertil's self-preservation skills told him it was best not to suggest his well-formed wife to do the same. She didn’t need to: she was as thin as a stick.
Headlines
Berit was in a hurry. She was late. She had to pick up David from kindergarten but was late due to delays in the subway because of something she didn’t apprehend. Was it something to do with the heat? On her way from the city center to the kindergarten she saw the tabloids’ headlines, which with small variations and large letters told of the new diet. Something along the lines of “LOSE WEIGHT WITH THE NEW SYB DIET”. Berit was just about to dismiss that as just another case of a quiet news day, when she saw the large belly, which both newspapers placed in their first page. A bulky, ugly, hairy belly. That did not directly improve her humor.
Berit’s irritation was just reaching normal service temperature when her mobile phone decided to buzz. The voice on the other side said it was calling from Aftonbladet (2) and was wondering how it was, to grow up near a genius brother and whether he had other brilliant ideas she would like to reveal. Berit removed the phone from her ear and stared at the strange device with increasing bewilderment. She then excused herself to the voice and wondered whether it was some kind of a joke or if one might have called the wrong number. The voice said it didn’t think so, for it was Berit one had the honor of talking to, wasn’t it? A sister to Bertil, the originator of the new SYB diet, also known as “Show your belly”?
Berit felt that a hurricane was building up behind her forehead. The powers that fuelled this nature catastrophe were so powerful that she was about to turn into a murdering beast that would destroy everything in her way. Whether it was the phone, the center, the city or the entire galaxy, she was yet uncertain of. She gathered some air and then screamed “SHUT UP” so loud into the phone that she was certain that the voice on the other side would suffer permanent damage for the rest of its hopefully very short life. She then continued to walk towards the kindergarten.
The day after, Skilled Benny ate breakfast and managed, after a few minutes searching, to fish DN’s (3) culture supplement among all the advertisements. He stared at the front page for one second and then dropped the spoon, which splashed curdled milk and muesli on his newly ironed pink striped shirt. The headline read: “Status Update Turned Into Culture Phenomenon” and underneath it was a photo of a well-known smiling face above a well-known, round belly.
(2) A Swedish tabloid(3) A Swedish morning paper
The Debate
Skilled Benny watched a debate program on TV. The issue was the SYB diet and it was guested by a psychologist, a dietitian, two debaters and a Bertil. The host started the debate by asking the psychologist what the method was based upon. “Guilt and shame”, answered the psychologist with unrestrained disgust. “It attempts to get people who already feel bad about themselves or about how other people look at them to feel even worse and hate their bodies. The diet uses self- loathing as a lever, so to speak. It is destructive by definition. I wouldn’t recommend it to my enemies”.
“On the contrary”, said one of the debaters. “It is a way to free ourselves from all politically correctness and from our straitjackets. Finally a way to show one another who we really are, without restrains or shame. Those who already tried the diet, such as my family and me, can witness how relieving it really is! And the children simply love not having to think about their clothes getting dirty. Have you even tried that, doctor?”
The host turned towards the dietitian. But before he managed to ask the question, she began to speak. “I do not have anything against people thinking a bit about what they are eating”, said the dietitian. “On the contrary. What I am against is that people think, as usual, that they’ve found the ultimate method, the so-called silver bullet, which would solve all their problems. People need to wake up and look around and be more self-conscious. And if this here method helps them do that then go ahead and take off your shirts before dinner. And after that go out and jog a couple of rounds as well.”
Skilled Benny dipped a carrot in the dip and stared astonished at his brother’s gazing face, repetitively looking from right to left to right at the skilled debaters as if he was watching a tennis match. But his face, which usually was quite revealing, was now veiled, as if he couldn’t really decide whom to support. He had never before seemed so feebleminded.
Debater number two said that SYB was not a diet at all, but instead something that the papers came up with due to this quiet news period. “Diets come and go”, he said, “but obesity is forever”. “Stop it right there”, said the first debater, “I have actually tried this diet you call nothing, and thought it was great”. “Exactly what I mean”, interrupted the psychologist, “It is simply self-deception”. “That’s enough!”, said the dietitian slightly annoyed. And so they continued cutting each other off and repeating the same arguments over and over again, until they suddenly remembered that the very originator of the diet (or the non-diet) was sitting among them. They all turned towards Bertil and the host asked him a question: “with all due respect, you have a bit left until you’ll be as thin as a stick. Do you think that this method has helped you?”
Skilled Benny tried sending telepathic empathy waves through the TV. He wanted to help him, wanted to tell the mean and pompous group to leave his brother alone and go and chase someone else instead. He felt helpless.
Just then Bertil stopped staring at the wolf pack and turned his face at the camera. “You do not need to take it so awfully seriously”, he said. “It’s not like it’s damn nuclear physics. You eat a chicken leg”, exemplified Bertil, “and then, when you’re finished, you might feel that maybe you would like another one. Then you could ask a friend for an advice. I look at my belly, which just sits there and is glad it doesn’t have to hide anymore behind the shirt, and ask it: do you want one more? Then it might answer that, no thanks, I’m happy. And then the debate begins between the hunger, the carving and the belly. All I did was to add another voice to the debate, in the same way you did in this show by asking me to join!”
The public was a bit taken aback at that, but started applauding gradually. It was the perfect end to the debate. Skilled Benny discovered he had tears in his eyes and on his cheeks. He also noticed that the dipped carrots seemed slightly saltier now.
The Boys of the Round Table
“EVERYTHING DOESN’T CONCERN YOUR FREAKING BELLY!”
Sister Berit ears were red. Actually, not only her ears, but the rest of her face as well. And her throat, too. Bertil was, maybe for the first time in his life, speechless.
The previous evening, Bertil heard that someone, somewhere, was playing a well-known melody. It was the theme from Shaun the Sheep, a show on the children’s channel. Bertil whistled along for a while, but then realised it was his mobile phone which was the source. Bertil remembered that he arranged so that his phone would play this melody when his mom called, so that he’d know it wasn’t Aftonbladet or someone alike who disturbed him, so he actually should answer. But since it took him such a long time to realise all that, and to fish out his phone from his pocket, his mobile voicemail took over, informing the caller that “Bertil and his belly here, leave a message if you have to”.
Bertil listened to the message. His mom had something important to discuss with the boys who were to be summoned to a meeting tomorrow at 5 PM with no excuses and without respective spouse or children. Food would not be served at the occasion and bellies should therefore be covered over with adequate garments. How bizarre, thought Bertil. Mom had never before been so formal. What was going on?
At 5 PM the next day, the original boys gang, that is, Skilled Benny, Bertil and Berit, were properly gathered for a meeting at their mother's house. They sat around the dinner table without uttering a word. The atmosphere was quite odd. Bertil knew not what was going on and a glance at Skilled Benny revealed that he didn’t have a clue either. It was obvious that Berit and their mom were cooking something, and that it was not some kind of a delicate soup.
The boys’ mother started to speak with a low and formal voice. She said that she usually didn’t want to talk on behalf of someone else, but that the current case required extreme measures and that enough was enough. That’s how things stood:
“Your sister does not want to talk with you. She hasn’t done so for quite a long period of time now, and has a difficult time beginning now, which is why I intend to assist her to begin with. She does not feel too well, as you probably know, and I expect you to encourage and help her the best you can, and I mean to do the same. Berit has, during the last couple of months, been talking to a therapist, who tried helping her, as she put it, to deal with her childhood problems, that is, you, and to restart her life in a better and more productive way. But in order to accomplish all that, she first needs to explain certain things to the good doctor, such as what it was she was so angry at. And this is why you’ve been summoned here to find out, since she could not directly clarify that to the therapist”.
Skilled Benny was like a volcano of pure empathy, which just erupted and gushed heavy, warm boulders of EQ all over the place. If there was anything he could do to help then he was prepared to assist. He had also felt that the relations between the siblings were not flourishing and tried getting them all to come to an agreement, but it was not that easy. Now, he thought, they should together turn, so to speak, a new page in the family book and be open and honest towards each other. That was what siblings are for, wasn’t it? To help each other out. He was, in any case, ready to work hard to improve their relationships and he was certain that everybody would feel better and help each other out.
Their mom said she sometimes understood how her daughter was thinking and wanted to say something on her behalf, namely “shut up”.
“We have not gathered here in order for you to show how skilled you are again, Benjamin. We are here to help Berit. But I think that through your little speech we could find a clue to why Berit is so mad at you. Must you be so skilled all the time? Can’t you simply give it up sometimes?”
A strange noise came from Berit’s direction, who still hadn’t uttered a word since they sat around the table. It was a sort of a gurgling snarl, which got Bertil to jump as if he just discovered he was sitting next to a hungry lion, which was so well camouflaged that Bertil didn’t notice it was there. He looked at Skilled Benny who for the moment didn’t look that skilled and instead sat and glared intensively at the floor. He had never before heard his mother call him Benjamin, without the prefix, nor utter the magical words “shut up”.
“I think brother Skilled Benny was just trying to help”, said Bertil. “There is no reason to be mean to him. There there, Skilled Benny, they didn’t mean to. Don’t be offended.”
“YOU’RE SO DAMN MANIPULATIVE YOU!” cried Skilled Benny as an answer. Bertil looked around him in search of some confirmation to that what his brother just did actually happened and not only in his fantasy. But he could read in his mother’s accusing, narrow eyes, that this was unfortunately the case. Now that was new, thought Bertil, and tried to pave the way to a more familiar discussion. “Me, I never felt too much skilled at anything. Except for eating and showing my belly. That I am quite good at.”
It was in this second that sister Berit spoke for the first time this evening. It was the above-mentioned comment. The one about the belly, which Bertil thought everything concerned. “YOU’RE NOT ONLY SO DAMN MANIPULATIVE, YOU ARE SO FREAKING SELF-CENTERED! YOU THINK APPARENTLY THAT YOUR WRINKLED NAVEL IS THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE!”, she added.
Berit’s face was, as mentioned, red, and so was her throat as well. Skilled Benny stared at a chair leg. Bertil was speechless.
“I’m so happy we finally had this pleasant discussion”, said their mom with tears running down her cheeks. “And that you finally started talking to each other.”
Going International
With time, the SYB diet broke through internationally. First of all in England, where one adopted the method with open arms. Suddenly it felt very natural to sit in the pub, watch football and drink a lot of beer with bare belly. All that the Englishmen asked themselves was how come they didn’t come up with this concept on their own and that a Swede figured it out before them. The diet became at the same time both appreciated and hated, and many pubs displayed signs on their doors claiming it was a “SYB free zone”, or, respectively “Show your belly here, mate” in order to clarify which side of the movement they were on. Thereafter one could show one’s belly even in pubs in Denmark, Germany, The Netherlands, Belgium and even in Australia, where one claimed that this was not by any chance a Swedish invention, but was used by the natives for hundreds of years. In the end the diet came to the US, where it started an intensive debate in which people from different backgrounds argued with each other in diverse TV shows. The fact that it was a Swede who happened to stumble upon the idea was by then long forgotten.
In the beginning there were mostly men who dared show their bellies in pubs and at home at dinnertime. But after a while, more and more women started adopting the method. The problem was though which bras they should use: they couldn’t simply use their usual ones, which they wore under the t-shirt or the blouse, because they thought they were too private to be shown publicly, and they didn’t want to walk around in colourful bikini tops either. There had to be a limit somewhere. Therefore, one had come up with the concept of the SYB-bra, which was both fairly discrete and was suitable even among strangers.
The world’s population’s average weight descended with a few kilos. It could not be proven that there was a connection to the SYB movement, but was striking nevertheless.
Bertil was interviewed by Skavlan (4), who wondered how it felt to be a worldwide celebrity after he posted a status update on Facebook, as well as contributed to the world’s health in a way that could only be compared to WHO’s efforts. Bertil thought for a while. Then he said that it was never his intention. He just wanted to describe that dinner he ate with his wife and the way she glared at his belly and how his appetite disappeared thereafter. He said he was tired of being a celeb and wished he had never written the stupid text on Facebook. Then he stood up, abandoned the studio and went back to his family.
When he got home he heard Shaun the Sheep calling. His mom congratulated him on the best reply she ever heard anyone said in an interview.
The day after, his sister Berit called. She told him that both she and her son David started eating dinner with bare bellies and that she even bought two pairs of SYB-bras for the occasion, plus actually lost a couple of kilos. Furthermore she said she talked to their brother Skilled Benny and that both agreed that the SYB diet was quite nifty, and both couldn’t but laugh at Bertil’s actions in the interview.
Bertil was quiet. Then he answered “shut up” and hung up.
(4) A well-known Norwegian TV talkshow host
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Lego Movie 2 HD Vudu
Life of Crime HD Vudu
The Campaign HD Vudu or MA
Rampage HD Vudu or MA
Secret Life of Pets 2 HD Vudu or MA
Spiderman Homecoming HD Vudu or MA
Her HD Vudu or MA


Disney (Titles) Split Quality Redemption
Aladdin 2019 4K Vudu or MA
Aladdin 2019 HD Google Play (MA)
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day HD Google Play (MA)
Avengers EndGame HD Vudu, iTunes or MA
Avengers EndGame HD Google Play (MA)
Beauty and the Beast Live Action HD Google Play (MA)
Beauty and the Beast The Enchanted Christmas HD Google Play (MA)
Captain America First Avenger 4K Vudu or MA
Captain America First Avenger HD Google Play (MA)
Captain Marvel HD Vudu, iTunes or MA
Captain Marvel HD Google Play (MA)
Cars 1 HD Google Play (MA)
Cars 3 HD Vudu, iTunes or MA
Cars 3 HD Google Play (MA)
Coco HD Vudu, iTunes or MA
Coco HD Google Play (MA)
Disney Nature Bears HD Google Play (MA)
Disney Nature Born in China HD Google Play (MA)
Disney Nature Monkey Kingdom HD Google Play (MA)
Dumbo 2019 HD Google Play
Finding Dory HD Google Play (MA)
Finding Nemo HD Google Play (MA)
Good Dinosaur HD Google Play (MA)
Iron Man HD Google Play (MA)
Iron Man 3 HD Google Play (MA)
Jungle Book - 1967 - VAULTED HD Google Play (MA)
Jungle Book - 2016 HD Google Play (MA)
Lion King 1 ½ HD Google Play (MA)
Maleficent HD Google Play (MA)
Mickey, Donald, Goofy The Three Musketeers HD Google Play (MA)
Million Dollar Arm HD Google Play (MA)
Moana HD Vudu, iTunes or MA
Moana HD Google Play (MA)
Monsters Inc HD Google Play (MA)
Nutcracker and the Four Realms HD Vudu, iTunes or MA
Nutcracker and the Four Realms HD Google Play (MA)
Pirate Fairy HD Google Play (MA)
Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Men Tell No Tales HD Vudu, iTunes or MA
Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Men Tell No Tales HD Google Play (MA)
Star Wars The Last Jedi HD Vudu, iTunes or MA
Star Wars The Last Jedi HD Google Play (MA)
Tomorrowland HD Google Play (MA)
Toy Story 1 4K Vudu or MA
Toy Story 1 HD Google Play (MA)
Queen of Katwe HD Google Play (MA)
Walt Disney Animation Studios Shorts Collection HD Google Play (MA)
Winnie the Pooh Springtime with Roo HD Google Play (MA)


4K UHD Titles Only Quality Redemption
Alien 4K Vudu or MA
Captain America First Avenger 4K Vudu or MA
Cold Pursuit 4K Vudu or iTunes
Daddy's Home 2 4K iTunes - NOT MA
Deadpool 4K iTunes
Fast and Furious 6 4K iTunes (MA)
Furious 7 (EXTENDED) 4K iTunes (MA)
Fate of the Furious Theatrical/Extended 4K iTunes (MA)
The Fate of the Furious 4K Vudu or MA
Goosebumps 2 4K Vudu or MA
The Incredible Hulk 2008 4K Vudu or MA
Let's Be Cops - 4K iTunes (MA)
Night School Extended Cut 4K Vudu or MA
The Predator 2018 4K Vudu or MA
Shazam 4K Vudu or MA
Split 4K iTunes (MA)
Spiderman Homecoming 4K Vudu or MA
Transformers Age of Extinction 4K iTunes - NOT MA
Transformers The Last Knight 4K iTunes - NOT MA
The Twilight Saga Breaking Dawn Part 2 4K iTunes - NOT MA

HD Movie Titles Quality Redemption
300 Rise of an Empire HD Vudu or MA
42 HD
Annabelle HD Vudu or MA
Almost Christmas HD Vudu (MA)
American Sniper HD Vudu or MA
The Apparition HD Vudu or MA
Best Man Holiday HD Vudu or iTunes (MA)
Bohemian Rhapsody HD Vudu or MA
The Boy Next Door HD iTunes (MA)
Bullet to the Head HD Vudu or MA
The Campaign HD Vudu or MA
The Collection HD Vudu - NOT MA
Dark Shadows HD Vudu or MA
Dead Again in Tombstone HD Vudu or MA
Death Wish HD Vudu
Diary of a Wimpy Kid HD Vudu or iTunes (MA)
The Divergent Series: Divergent HD Vudu - NOT MA
The Divergent Series: Insurgent HD Vudu - NOT MA
Dracula 1931 HD Vudu or MA
Draft Day HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Dredd 2012 HD Vudu (NOT MA)
The Duff HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Dying of the Light HD Vudu (NOT MA)
The Emoji Movie HD Vudu or MA
The Equalizer 2 HD Vudu or MA
The Expendables 2 HD Vudu (NOT MA)
The Expendables 3 Theatrical HD Vudu (NOT MA)
The Expendables 3 Unrated HD Vudu (NOT MA)
2 Fast 2 Furious HD Vudu or MA
Fast and Furious Tokyo Drift HD Vudu or MA
Fast and Furious (4) HD Vudu or MA
Fast Five Extended HD Vudu or iTunes or MA
Fast and Furious 6 HD Vudu or MA
Furious 7 (EXTENDED) HD Vudu or MA
Fate of the Furious Theatrical or Extended HD Vudu or MA
Focus HD Vudu or MA
The Forger HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Frankenstein 1931 HD Vudu or MA
Get Hard HD Vudu or MA
Girls Trip HD Vudu or iTunes (MA)
Gods Not Dead 2 HD iTunes (MA)
Gringo HD Amazon (NOT MA)
The Guilt Trip HD Vudu or iTunes (NOT MA)
Hangover 3 HD Vudu or MA
Hot Pursuit HD Vudu or MA
I Feel Pretty HD iTunes
I, Frankenstein HD Vudu or MA
The Incredible Burt Wonderstone HD Vudu or MA
J. Edgar HD Vudu or MA
Jack The Giant Slayer HD Vudu or MA
Johnny English Strikes Again HD Vudu or MA
Joyful Noise HD Vudu or MA
Jupiter Ascending HD Vudu or MA
Killer Elite HD iTunes (NOT MA)
Lea to the Rescue HD Vudu or MA
The Lucky One HD Vudu or MA
The Legend of Hercules (2014) HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Lone Survivor HD Vudu or MA
Love and Mercy HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Maggie HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Magic Mike HD Vudu or MA
Mission Impossible 4 Ghost Prototcol HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Mortdecai HD Vudu (NOT MA)
The Mule HD Vudu or MA
New Year's Eve HD Vudu or MA
Night School Extended Cut HD Vudu or MA
Nine Lives HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Norm of the North HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Now You See Me Theatrical HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Nobody's Fool HD iTunes (NOT MA)
Ouija HD iTunes (MA)
Pacific Rim HD Vudu or MA
Paranormal Activity 3 HD Vudu or iTunes (NOT MA)
Paranormal Activity 4 HD Vudu or iTunes (NOT MA)
Pillow Talk HD Vudu or MA
The Possession HD Vudu or iTunes (NOT MA)
The Prince HD Vudu (NOT MA)
The Quiet Ones HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Ratchet and Clank HD Vudu or MA
Run All Night HD Vudu or MA
Safe HD Vudu or iTunes (NOT MA)
Scary Movie 5 Unrated HD Vudu (NOT MA)
The Scorpion King 3 Battle for Redemption HD Vudu or iTunes (MA)
Sicario 2 Day of the Soldado HD Vudu or MA
Single Mom's Club HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Speed Kills HD Vudu or MA
Step Up Revolution HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Stolen, The (2017) HD Vudu or MA
Tracers HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Transformers The Last Knight HD Vudu (NOT MA)
The Twilight Saga Breaking Dawn Part 2 HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Tyler Perry A Madea Family Reunion HD Vudu or iTunes
Tyler Perry Temptation HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Widows HD Vudu or MA
Wild Card HD Vudu (NOT MA)
Winter's Tale HD Vudu or MA


Sony Buff Pass *See List Below - Pick 1 Movie HD
# # Sony Buff Pass - REDEEMS AT MA or Vudu
Chose 1 from List of Choices
\* The Dark Tower
\* The Emoji Movie
\* Passengers
\* T2 Trainspotting
\* Vantage Point
\* Proud Mary
\* Peter Rabbit
\* Sicario Day of the Soldado
\* Alpha
\* Slender Man
\* Hotel Transylvania 3
\* All the Money in the World
\* The Star
\* Open Season Scared SIlly
\* The Guns of Navarone
\* The International
\* Searching
\* The Tourist
\* Vertical Limit
\* White Boy Rick
\* Superfly
\* The Baby-Sitters Club
\* The Karate Kid (2010)
\* Hancock

TV Shows Quality Redemption
Ballers Season 2 HD Google Play
Boardwalk Empire Season 2 HD Google Play
The Deuce Season 1 HD Google Play
Orange is the New Black Season 1 HD Vudu
True Blood Season 2 Google Play
Wizard of Lies HD iTunes or Google Play


SD Movie Titles Quality Redemption
21 Jump Street SD Vudu or MA
Addicted SD Vudu (NOT MA)
Alex Cross SD Vudu (NOT MA)
Cymbeline SD Vudu (NOT MA)
Draft Day SD Vudu (NOT MA)
Inferno SD Vudu or MA
The Divergent Series: Insurgent SD Vudu (NOT MA)
No Good Deed SD Vudu or MA
Peeples SD Vudu (NOT MA)
Roman J Israel, ESQ. SD Vudu or MA
Safe SD Vudu (NOT MA)
Think Like A Man SD Vudu or MA
This is the End SD Vudu or MA
Warm Bodies SD Vudu (NOT MA)


XML Movie Titles Quality Redemption
Bangkok Dangerous SD XML - NOT MA
Day After Tomorrow SD XML (MA)
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 SD XML (MA)
Jackass 3 SD XML - NOT MA
The Raven SD XML - NOT MA
The Rite SD XML - NOT MA
The Spirit SD XML - NOT MA
The Three Musketeers SD XML (CANADA)
X-3 X-Men The Last Stand SD XML (MA)

CANADA and UK GOOGLE PLAY - please specify what country you want

# TV SHOWS

# Movies

Behind the Candelabra


UK GOOGLE PLAY ONLY

# TV SHOWS



# MOVIES


TIPS TO REDEEM

https://play.google.com/store?gl=CA
https://play.google.com/store?gl=UK
USE LINK OR A VPN


# # DMR POINTS - $1.50 EA - Unless Noted
# NO RESALES - MUST REDEEM AT TIME OF SALE

# # DMR POINTS -


WANT LIST / REQUESTS


# 4K UHD ONLY

# iTunes ONLY

# VUDU HDX or MA

VUDU SERIES

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2019.08.15 00:50 Zebularius Updated List of Unreleased Characters in Story and Lore

First off, this list started a long time ago when Dere-Derela made a thread about it, so they deserve credit for much of the groundwork here. I wanted to revive this list, and see if we could add more to it. I expanded it heavily by studying the weapon stories, which mention a lot of historic characters, some of which are implied to still be around in some form or fashion.
Characters on wyrmprints:
Story characters:
Characters Referenced in Story Dialogue and Weapon descriptions:
CrossoveAlternate Universe Characters
Dragon Possibilities from Various Sources
I'm sure there are characters from events, dragon stories, or maybe elsewhere in the game that I have probably left out. If you find one, send it and I'll add them in! Share your theories too, even if not substantiated by in-game lore!
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2019.08.04 16:47 NethertonAvenue facial flare up a week away from holidays....

As always any help would be massively appreciated.

Quick history of my battle with my skin:
I just want to enjoy this holiday without a red bleeding face and I'm wondering if anyone who's had a similar experience has any suggestions for products, routines or anything that could help me.
I don't know if cerave is the best thing to be using, but falling back into the routine of slathering on thick steroids seems like a move backwards. they helped combat the UVB treatment side effects but I don't know if they're the best move now.
Any help would be massively appreciated as I would really just love for the swelling to be controlled so i can get back to actually enjoying life again.
What has everyone had most success with in terms of night and day moisturisers.
also is washing my face a lot bad or good. I feel like with the amount of moisturiser i've been applying that i need to wash my face to clear it, but washing it a few times a day might be causing the irritation. Then I wonder whether the amount i moisturise is the issue and that it's too much for my skin to breathe through.

As you can probably tell I'm in a bit of a state. I'll shut up now.
Thanks
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2019.08.03 15:54 CrimsonClubs I was the Wrong Michael Part 5

My wet body felt even colder in here. It felt more like winter than fall. Which it was. It snowed more in winter. And here it was snowing. This hardly struck me as odd. A massive wall of water had come from here and snow is water. They are just two forms of the same thing. One is solidly predictable at all times, the other can melt under the sun’s glare.
A horn blared. The peeling green truck roared past me on lifted rubber tires carrying with it a chocking diesel gust.
There was that awful yelp. I’ve heard it before. Seven years ago I saw that same rusted emerald truck barrel past me on a Christmas street. Berms of plowed snow blocked my view then as now, but both times I knew what they concealed. I knew because I heard the familiar and high-pitched, wheezing, halting cries. Desperate. Yes desperate. Thats the word.
Boots squeaked on the crunching snow and I saw the golden fur. It shimmered beautiful in the low sunlight. There he was. My dog. My golden retriever. My best canine best friend Lion, named after the big-cat king of the jungle.
He wasn’t moving. He was, but it was only his chest struggling for every breath his broken body could take. His pain, his suffering, must have been unbearable. He was proud and fiercely loyal but here he was, a mangled wreck. His lower body squished like a tube of toothpaste. Splinters of bone erupting red onto the dirt crusted snow.
I approached and he looked up at me with those plaintive pleading eyes. He begged me to help him. He needed my help.
And I did.
Just like in the past I did the only thing I could. Except, I’d like to think I still had some appreciation for the unreality of this false memory. I didn’t leave myself as vulnerable as I would have dropping down onto my snowpant covered knee like in the past. No, this time I pressed my weight onto my heel so I could remain standing.
One final lilting whimper, and Lion, my king of the jungle and my world, was free from pain once more.
I half expected my foot to be swallowed, like the beartrap that cleaved Heather in two.
But I was fine. My whole body was intact.
“MICHAEL!” She shrieked. That ear-splitting screech. That roar of horror.
“M-mom!?”
She was bigger than me. Gargantuan. Draped in her aubergine shawl, she looked at me with such agony in her large eyes. Like how she must pity a pitiful insect. She stomped through the trudging snow straight toward me.
“MICHAEL, what did you DO?!” There was no hint of anger in her shrieking voice.
“N-nothing— I—” I was arguing with a figment. A true-to-life illusion. Instead of arguing I braced. I wouldn’t run. In an instant I threw my left fist.
Her long extending arms caught it with ease. Long nails bit into my arm. With a simple twist my strength was sapped and I fell to my knees. “MICHAEL! Mom’s here. Mom’s here.”
Her fingernails sank into my forearm and a blossom of heat radiated out from the bleeding sore. “You’re. Hurting me.”
Her other arm reached into my back, first stroking it, and then more needle sharp nails raked my back. If I still had my leather coat, I thought, but my Mom who wasn’t my mom interrupted my thoughts, “That was wrong Michael. What you did was wrong Michael. You were wrong Michael. You were wrong.”
I wanted to shout, spit defiance, but her nails dug further into my back. It was getting hard to breathe. Each breath needled with pain between my ribs. I seriously wondered if I was going to die.
Just then, the overbearing weight was tackled off of me.
Greedily I caught my breath while the shirtless toned figure of Ash wrestled with my Mom who was regular Mom sized now and not the giant I saw mere moments ago. “What?” I said, the bizarre sight unrecognizable to any sense of reason. I was in a house on Halloween, but I was also out on a snowy winter street from my childhood, with my former giantess not-Mom and my shirtless classmate fighting like the WWE. It should be stressed, Ash’s shirtlessness left an out-sized emphasis on my inability to comprehend the situation.
My Mom clawed at Ash’s face, but he ducked. Throwing himself with a twist, he tossed her slipping through slush toward the corner of the bedroom. Ash readied in a battle stance.
My Mom only wailed in agony, stumbling into the closet, “My son! My son,” before she stumbled into the closet, “my poor son!”
Ash’s stance was wide and confident, even if his faltering voice was anything but, “W~ho the hell wuz’that!?”
My bearings weren’t yet bare. I didn’t answer. Only the sobbing from the closet answered.
Leah appeared at the door blazoned in Ash’s stark white shirt — a sight that finally let my brain catch up while Nick helped carry Jane catching up behind. Leah quickly scanned the room, “Ash heard a gunshot, Michael are you—?”
Crimson leaking from my tender arm and hunching back, I attempted a one liner, something snappy, a quip, “My Mom… boy… is she disappointed or what?” I aimed for sardonic but missed the target humour with excessive sincerity.
Evidently unamused at the attempted levity, Leah’s face widened at the sight of my bloody form.
In the muck and brown slop Ash meanwhile hopped on the joke, “He… hehe… parent problems, amirite?” The Mom-thing whirled in the closet shrieking sight unseen. Ash faced down the twirling racket with impressive bravado. “Man… these things sure love hiding in closets huh? Hehe…”
Perhaps I’d have seen Ash’s bravery for the facade it was if I wasn’t too busy examining my arm. It was hard to tell through the scarlet oil slicking my skin, but it didn’t appear that her nails had punctured too deeply. Nonetheless I had to staunch the bleeding. I tied my red pirate sash around my arm as makeshift bandage and applied pressure. As blood seeped through the already scarlet fabric I was reminded of the classic pirate joke: Bring me my red shirt! I could only hope my injured back would survive the lack of similar medical attention and took it as a good sign the dripping sensation down my back didn’t pass my waist, including anything that would’ve required brown pants. While I didn’t notice the flimsy spark of heroism Ash was struggling to maintain, I did notice the snow melting away to reveal a muddy bed of fallen leaves and the musty musk of foliage in decay.
Ash noticed too, as he shifted on the spongy earth. “Maybe… maybe we should lea—”
“You got this buddy!” Nick cheered leading from behind, “Kill it! You the man Ash!”
In more ways than one, Nick’s comments were peculiar, although at the time I was more than happy to let Ash play the part of my gallant saviour. Moving too quickly could risk exacerbating my injuries, so I needed a moment to recover or at least get my own bearings. Besides, Ash had demonstrated a freakish strength earlier. Whereas my size and muscles had been completely impotent against the Mom-thing, easily brought low, Ash had tossed her around like the petite middle-aged woman she was. Ash could handle it from here.
A bar of metal flew out from the closet and knocked Ash onto his ass.
A baseball bat again? I thought. A bedroom again. A closet again. I was looking at the objects around me and seeing patterns that weren’t there. A second baseball bat had to mean something.
Only it wasn’t a baseball bat.
Not exactly.
It was a rifle, long barrel, brown wooden stock, a glassy sheen on its high powered scope.
“Well?” A gruff voice grunted from the shadows. “You heard ‘im. Kill it.”
Leah strode further into the room. “Ash, no!”
The gravel-voice chuffed like a bull, a puff of frosty breath wafting out into view. “Pull the trigg’r Ashton.”
Another voice hidden in the same darkness, this one reedy and fluttering, “Yeah bro? What’cha waiting for? What’cha waiting for?”
On floor made for a forest, Ash was a puddle of himself. None of the previous courage remained. “Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh…” He stutter hummed, mumbling a staccato of uncertainty.
“Pathetic,” the deeper voice rumbled its way out of the closet. “I didn’t raise no pussy.” A figure of rusty red flannel wrapped musculature ducked under the low passage of the closet door. Pronged jagged horns crowned this man with a head of an enraged stag. Oval eyes glared menace and contempt.
An outgrowth on its broad shoulder flopped a second thin-lipped sheep’s head, braying, balking, “Yeah-yeah! What’cha a pussy bro? A pussy?”
“Pull the trigg’r. Boy, pull the goddamn trigg’r!”
Ash scrabbled back a bit before lifting up the barrel of the gun in his lap.
Leah was now at my side. “Ash! Don’t listen!”
‘Don’t listen’? Why would listening matter? Had there been some sonic component to the house I missed? What did Leah know that I didn’t?
The minotaur deer-sheep manticore man clomped closer to Ash whose aim was wavering. “Are ya gunna let that neighbour girl boss you around? Man up and shoot.”
“Pussy-whipped bro. Pussy-whipped. Pussy-whipped.”
“Don’t go cryin’ to your momma, neither boy. Cuz your momma ain’t here. That cunt spoils you enough at home. Letting you prance about in those prissy clothes of yours. But out here,” it raised two trunk like arms to the crisp air, “here you have to kill to survive. Out here in the wilderness, you have to be a man.”
“Shut up!” Ash jumped up and gripped his gun tighter. “Shut up! SHUT UP!”
I was reminded of Heather’s outburst right before she was killed by her grandma. But this was still only the vague outline of a pattern. Jane had a similar tantrum before she was nearly drowned, and maybe Quinn’s reaction counts too, but Kate, Brad, and Vanessa had nothing like an angry fit. What had Leah figured out?
My failure to figure out the pattern forced me to suss out some Seussian halfrhymes in a pale imitation of logic and reason. Heather got hotheaded and lost her head. Losing Heather fired up Quinn who had a baseball fired into his back. Losing Quinn had upset Kate whose bones were then reset. But Brad had just crawled to his doom in a small gloomy space and Vanessa tripped and had small gooey things eating her face.
The Stag-otaur bellowed a winnowing equine roar.
No more taunting words were shared.
It charged.
The barrel chested beast barrelled toward Ash.
Ash collapsed against the wooden wall — no retreat — and crack! A gunshot boomed. A muzzle flashed. An ear-splitting hole tore into my ear drums.
The burly figure was abandoned stockyard still, motionless.
I couldn’t believe it. It was literally unbelievable. The house had actually given Ash a functioning gun? All this time I’d been looking for a weapon and now the house just handed him one? That was such bullshit!
Also, the mannish manticore tilted. At first it seemed ready to fall over dead. Except the head was slowly turning up at the bark covered ceiling — and the thin wisps of smoke exiting a tiny hole. “You missed.”
The sheep’s head laughed a sheepish laugh.
The main head turned back to Ash. “You missed?! At this distance you fucking missed?!”
I didn’t really get what the muscle buck was so angry about. Ash had tried to shoot and kill it. If anything, it was the rest of us who should’ve been pissed Ash had fucked up.
It then snorted and kicked at the dirt, winding up another charge.
Ash was panicking, fumbling at the single-action rifle.
“Ash run!” Leah commanded.
He gave a nod and ran. IT was too late. He only made it two steps.
Sharp tines impaled Ash on its horns. One pinned his arm to his chest. Another jutted through his neck and stretched it out like tentpole. More buried themselves throughout his kicking legs. In an instant he was thrown up in the air, blood splattering from the sponge of holes in his rag-doll body.
The gun clattered a few feet from me. I went for it. Quickly I scooped up the weapon while the deer-sheep thumped its chest in machismo victory.
Leah tugged at my uninjured shoulder. “What are you doing? We have to go! Now!”
Now that I had my weapon, I agreed. We ran for the exit and slammed the door behind us.
Nick blubbered, “That door isn’t going to stop that thing!”
“Yes. It will.” Leah was confident.
Jane and I shared an unsure expression, while Nick continued to argue. “Are you kidding? That thing just flung Ash around like a toy. How is that flimsy door going to stop it? We don’t have anything to barricade it with this time Leah.”
“The door will hold, because we know it will. And because we’re not afraid of that thing. Don’t you see? This house it… it feeds on our emotions. That’s how it draws its strength. That’s how these things manifest. The house is mocking our pain, our fears, our insecurities. If we stay calm, it loses its power. Becomes weaker.” Leah, with her blue eyes, looked into each of us in turn. “Trust me.”
The others were instantly reassured.
And as much as I’d prefer to trust only the heft of the metal gun slung under my arm, what Leah had said made too much sense. Thinking back, I could see each of the people attacked were under emotional distress at the time. I inspected my own injuries, the gouges my mom’s nails had left throbbed under my bandage. Leah really had found the answer and it would be enough to get me through the house from then on.
With a dull thud the door shuddered on its hinges. This time, I took it on faith the door wouldn’t break and I waited. It thumped again and again. Each time the frame creaked and the wood bowed. There was a scrapping sound of the thing ramming into the door with its horns. But Leah was right. The door didn’t break. The thing gave a long elk call before fading behind the walls.
Fortunately, the thing also didn’t know how a doorknob works, but I thought it best to leave that comment to myself. Better to not give the house any ideas. Considering this new revelation my best course of action was to prevent any distressing periods of mourning, keep everyone focused on the main objective. “Alright, good. Now, how does this help us find a way out? Any ideas?”
We were silent for a few dragging seconds.
Finally Jane answered, “We could keep exploring the house. I mean—” she coughed and brushed away Nick’s arm. “Nick, you can let go of me now.”
“You sure you don’t need my help? You nearly drowned.”
“I’m fine.” Jane stood herself upright before having another brief coughing fit.
“You don’t sound fine.”
Jane almost argued but shook her head dismissively. “There might still be something in the house we don’t know about. We haven’t seen every room. Maybe there’s a pentagram hidden somewhere or like Vee said… maybe there’s another fairy door. Now that we know how the house works, it’s safer to wander around.”
That was a half-decent plan. It was also a half-more-hope-than-actual-plan plan. But I had nothing. I had no ideas myself. Earlier I had complete confidence I’d determine how to get out of this. I had all sorts of ideas, like how the house still had electricity so maybe we could send some electrical SOS down the power line. Or if the plumbing still worked too we might be able to send a message down into the sewers or maybe dig our way out through the sewers ourselves. Now though, my designs for an exit seemed foolish and fanciful and I gripped my new weapon like it was my only way out.
Leah sounded tired, “If that’s what we have to do then that’s what we have to do.”
With tired baggy bi-colour eyes, Jane smirked with her mouth only, “Hey, don’t worry. We got this.”
The two them shared a hug and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. Luckily I didn’t believe the house fed off of schmultzy saccharine emotions. “Yeah, we got this.” I added, trying to both get into the touching moment and break it up, “But try not to fall into any more pools. I’m not sure my body can survive another swim.”
Leah smiled at me weakly. They turned from me and conferred silently. Jane’s expression was a tilted brow that communicated something like: ‘Seriously’?
As always however, Leah’s blonde framed face was inscrutable to me.
“Alright, alright.” I stated plainly. “Can we please get a move on then?”
Jane answered, “Okay Romeo. Let’s go.”
That was the last sarcastic comment I ever heard from Jane and it didn’t even make a lot of sense.
Nevertheless our little conference broke and our merry little band of four ambled down the hall with Leah and Jane taking the lead.
Nick piped up from the rear. “Jane, do you still have your… y’know…”
“My what?”
Nick pantomimed smoking. When Jane seemed to get it, he continued, “It could really help keep us calm, y’know.”
Jane sighed, “No Nick. It must’ve fallen out when I was hit with twenty thousand leagues of water. You’ll just have to settle with the booze sitting down in the basement. But if you do find my joint, good luck lighting it without a match or light—”
It swung from around the corner. Echos of metallic impact sang down the hall. Jane was sent reeling flat onto the floor.
The square grinning teeth stepped into view. “Heeey! There’s Q-ball’s w’ittle f’wends! We’re gon’tah extra innings now!”
Without hesitating I aimed the rifle at its centre of mass. My finger pulled the trigger, “click—”
“Shit.”
The smile had turned its attention to Leah who was backing up to the bars of the railing with no where to go.
I inspected the weapon, pulling back the lever to reload another round into the chamber. Again, “click—”
“Fuck!” There were no more bullets in the gun!
“Batteeer up!” The teeth were winding up another swing. From the way Jane was still writhing in pain, its swings wouldn’t be inhumanely fatal. But from the way Jane’s face was misshapen, the first swing wouldn’t need to be.
Leah leapt from off the railing right as it swung.
“Oi! Get back here!” It shouted as it crawled onto the railing itself.
I didn’t wait. I lunged at this frustrating baseball player. With one arm I yanked it back from the ledge.
Stumbling, it raised its bat into the air. “No fair. No fair.” It squealed.
Before it could swing I hit the teeth with the butt of the gun. Then again when I heard a crack. It fell backwards onto its back. I decided to use a play from its book. I angled the gun over its broken tooth and brought it down like a piledriver. The giant teeth shattered like porcelain.
It tried to protest, tried limply swinging the metal bat but to little effect. I brought the gun down on it again. I kept hitting it until every tooth popped satisfyingly from its socket. It mewled which I interpreted as pain and kept striking until it was silent, and motionless, and dead as a monster can be.
The toothy thing was broken beneath me. In that moment I felt such a surge of righteousness. I’d done it. I’d fought back against the house and I’d won. I’d beaten it. I wasn’t helpless after all. Fighting wasn’t just theoretical. I had let the house get into my head, and the thing that looked like my mom beat me easily. Now it had been so easy.
My fingers trembled with reverberations of destruction and, more importantly, vindication.
I saw the owner-less bat roll arc to a stop.
This I thought, dropping the gun and rolling the bat in my palms, this is a much better weapon.
Leah shouted from the first floor, “Is everybody okay up there? Michael, what happened to it? Is it gone?”
She must have seen me pull it from the ledge. “Yeah it’s gone. I took care of it. Everybody here is…” I glanced over at Jane. Nick was looming over her, unsure what to do with this different ruin of broken teeth. She herself was choking on chips and fragments remaining in the gaps of her mouth. A few wayward teeth even pierced her lower lip and her cheek swelled like an angry bag of blood. “We’re all alive.”
“Okay well… I’ve sprained my ankle pretty bad. I’m just glad I’m not wearing my heels anymore or it would’ve been much worse. Anyway, I don’t know how well I can walk. Can someone come down here and help me get back up?”
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a sec.” I turned to Nick who still loomed over his sister, and I quite explicitly told him: “Don’t move her. Just watch. I’ll go get Leah.”
He nodded.
I made my way down the main staircase to Leah who was massaging her left leg on the bottom step. “Here, let me see.” I announced as I rounded my way in front of her. Kneeling down, I rested the bat on the stair. Carefully I raised her leg up by the calf. There was obvious swelling but no clear signs of broken bones. “Were you able to put any weight on it?”
She winced at even gentle indirect touch. “A-a little.”
“Did you hear any noise when you landed on it? Like a pop or a crack?”
“No. Nothing.”
“Did your ankle roll?”
She nodded.
I traced across the soft tissue along the side of her ankle. She hissed, sucking back her pain. I then applied light pressure to the bone. She took a halting breath out. “It’s probably just sprain but I can’t rule out a fracture.”
“First you resuscitate Jane, now this. You’re quite the medic Michael.”
“You learn a thing or two when you’re studying to be a doctor.”
“I didn’t know you wanted to be a doctor.”
“Not ‘want’, I will be a doctor. I’ve already been accepted to the pre-med program at the university. Surgeon is the current goal but I still don’t know how good my fine motor skills are. I might have to find a different niche as a specialist. Like an anaesthesiologist or something. Point is, I will be in the operating room no matter what.”
“Michael, why didn’t you ever mention any this before?”
I shrugged. “It wasn’t relevant.”
She stared at me, piercingly, with an expression I still couldn’t place. For once though I didn’t feel uncomfortable at her inexplicable insight. “You… don’t have a problem with death do you? In fact, you are drawn to life and death.”
As usual, she could see right through me. “That’s me, saving lives.” Her expression was unchanged. “C’mon let’s—” In the corner of my vision, a camouflaged blotch of dirt was approaching rapidly. I picked up my bat just in time to deflect the wing strike.
I kicked at the mound of dirt and it folded backwards into itself. It was shivering and I brought the bat down where a head might be. It clumped up, largely unfazed, no discernible features except the wings let alone vital organs.
So I swung again sideways, breaking off a chunk of the dusty thing’s wing. I did this repeatedly, swinging at shallow angles, using the bat more like a hatchet to chop off any odd bits sticking out of it. I advanced on it, stepping over Quinn’s lifeless corpse to get a wider swing. Bit by bit I hacked away, long after it stopped moving, until all the pieces were too small to pose any threat.
Leah was looking at me with horror, and for a second I feared she saw the glee with which I took that thing apart. Then she said, “That thing came from the basement.”
“Yes. The barricade was meant to keep people out, not in.”
“But the door was closed too, wasn’t it?”
Immediately I was reminded of the unlocked door that held the two headed deer beast.
“C’mon.” I lifted Leah up onto her good foot and we raced upstairs together. Jane and Nick were gone.
Leah called out, “Jane! Nick!”
There was no response.
We raced around the corner. They were beside the vertical pool which was quickly draining. Nick was hunched over Jane. She didn’t appear to be breathing. I propped Leah against the wall and ran over. Jane had no pulse.
“What did you do?” I snarled.
He blanched. “Nothing! I was just trying to gi—”
“I told you not to move her!”
“I know but…” He didn’t have a good answer.
Suddenly it clicked. I figured something out that my instincts realized a long time ago. I jumped up and pointed at ‘Nick’ with the bat. “Who are you.”
He stood and backed up, “What?”
“Where is the real Nick?”
“What are you talking about? I am the real Nick.”
“Michael,” Leah started, “what are you talking about?”
I cocked my head to the side. “This Nick is an impostor. He replaced the real Nick when he ran out of the room with Vee. Ever since then he’s been needling everyone, pushing their buttons. He was arguing with Jane when she was washed away, and then later was distracting her when she got hit with this bat. Earlier he… confused me. Which is when I was attacked. He also made the final comment which pushed Ash over the edge. And now he just finished off Jane.”
He was backing up. “You’re- you’re crazy man! That’s all just coincidence. Coincidence.”
“No.” I stated flatly. “It isn’t.” I stepped forward.
His arms were raised. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. That’s just, it was an accident. None of that, I didn’t mean to! Leah… Leah you believe me, right?”
She addressed me, not the thing in the hall, “Mic~hael… how can you be sure?”
“Because I am.” And I was sure. “You just have to trust me.”
She didn’t protest anymore.
“You’re a fake, a fraud, and I see right through you.”
“I-I’m not! I’m me! Please, you have to believe me!” He glanced at the door next to him.
This door on the right corner of the hallway widened. Arms reached out. Dozens of them. Each trying to claw their way out of the mass of bodies, crabs pulling each other back. Voices called out too, weeping, desperate, “I’m the real Nick!”
“No I am!”
“Pleeheeheeze, believe me, I’m real!”
“I’m real!”
The ‘Nick’ who stood in the hallway muttered blankly. He turned, slipping in his leather shoes, and crawled to the master bedroom. I took this as my chance. I launched myself at him. Grabbing him by the shoulders I shoved him into the open doorway. This ‘Nick’ had one last terrified look back at me before a wall of identical hands crossed over his face and pulled him deeper into the room of Nicks. Other Nicks were trying to pull themselves out of the room, each pleading with me to let them out.
I slammed the door shut on all of them.
Leah wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at Jane’s dead body. “They’re gone. They’re all gone. I—I promised them we’d get out and… and…”
“Hey, hey,” I strode over and gripped her shoulder. “You have to stay calm, remember? You’re the one who figured that out. Besides,” I continued, “I’m here. You still have me. And I promise, I’ll save you.” I meant that too.
She nodded, not fully convinced, but convinced enough to keep moving.
Acting as her crutch, we limped our way from room to room. We started on the second floor, exploring every room that didn’t already hold a monstrosity. With my bat at the ready, I kept expecting them to escape their respective rooms like the muck angel downstairs but they didn’t. We travelled unhindered.
When we found nothing upstairs we descended to the main floor. I was careful to block Quinn’s body from view as best I could. The rooms here were larger and more open, the two even connected by the broken window. In the back, there was a spacious kitchen that I hadn’t seen before, although there wasn’t much to see. The only functioning appliance was the refrigerator which was empty save for five beers. Brad or Jane probably must have brought those.
Down in the basement we found the answer to the door question. The door was still shut, but there was the faded stain where the muck creature must have slipped right through it. Fortunately, it had dismantled the barricade on the other side, most of it anyway. The larger couch was still in place, but I managed to shove it out of the way enough for us to slip through the door. After the dust angel finished taking apart the barricade, it must’ve just waltz straight out. Ridiculous how manifestations of the house can’t operate the simple doors of said house.
This time I was unable to shield Leah from the mangled corpse of Kate, but Leah seemed to handle the sight just fine. Leah and I then considered exploring the crawlspace for clues, but without a functioning light source between us, we concluded it would be unwise to go crawling around down there.
We decided to check the only other room that was free and clear of any known hazard.
The attic too, was empty except for the one swinging bare bulb which cast our crooked shadows on the sloping walls. Leah had me let go of her then. “Stop. Let’s just rest for now. Please? I’m tired.”
I let her stop, standing in the middle of the bare attic, but I didn’t stop myself. Instead I busied myself studying the sloping roof walling us in. Pushing against it there was no give in the slats of wood. The rough hewed surface couldn’t be that solid, I reasoned. Winding up my arm, I swung my bat into the wall with a disappointing thump. Once more, I swung, only for the metal bat to glance away ineffectually.
“Michael, what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to break through. It’ll probably just loop back somewhere else in the house. But it is worth a shot.” The next swing hit dead on, but didn’t even chip the wall. “Bah!” Already I could see this going nowhere. “There’s no way that the roof is that thick and sturdy. Either the other side is the concrete basement, or some other power is reinforcing it. Either way its solid as rock.” Leah was staring at me again. “Don’t worry. If I use my head we’ll definitely get out of here. My skull is thicker than any mere rock.”
“How can you joke about yourself at a time like this?”
“It’s like my dad used to say: it’s—…” I almost repeated the same dumb lie I said long ago on the bus. “My dad never said it, but I learnt from him that… the world is alway laughing at you, mocking you, disdains your plans and everything you do. You can laugh with the world or you can just sit there and wait for the world to make you its next big joke. And I don’t like sitting and waiting. It makes me feel helpless. It makes me feel weak.” I’d never said any of that out loud before.
“Michael…” Her expression was still largely unreadable. I only knew it wasn’t pity. Which was good. I didn’t need pity. She limped closer to me. When I moved to help she steadied herself on my arm. She looked up at me, clear eyed, shimmering hair, white shirt, all trace of the demoness was gone. Only a tired girl remained. “Michael, it’s okay to be weak sometimes.”
Inspecting my bloody arm, “The one time I was weak, Ash died. He saved my life and was killed for it.” I bit my cheek, “He didn’t even mean to invite me, you know? He wanted to invite other Mike, but I was sent the invite by mistake. I wonder if he regretted that mistake at the end.”
“No. I don’t think so. And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you are a mistake either.”
“Yeah… I just wish I could’ve solved the puzzle of this house sooner. It would’ve saved a lot of unnecessary hardship.”
Leah looked down at the silly frills of my shirt. “Yeah… me too… Earlier I should’ve asked and then maybe… No, it’s too late now.”
I didn’t understand what she was talking about. I searched for the answer but her eyes avoided me. Not that her face could reveal the answer to me anyway. “Asked what?”
“I—, How did it happen? I wasn’t there. I was there for everyone else. That’s how I figured it out. I saw how everyone was having their vulnerabilities exploited. But I wasn’t there for… I mean, how did Heather die?”
Startled, it took me a moment to compose what I was going to say. “You saw it yourself. Her head was,” I struggled for a delicate word, “removed.”
“Yes, but how? I want to know how it happened.”
“There was a beeping coming from the master bedroom. We followed it and found Heather’s grandma lying in bed. They talked for a bit, with Heather leaning further and further over the bed. And then, well… it happened. The whole thing was a trap and then like a mouse trap the bed snapped shut into the coffin we saw later.”
Leah nodded. “And before that?”
“Hm?” I was already fairly sure what she meant, but hoped to delay it and play dumb. “Before what?”
She looked up at me again, her face glowing with mystery. “Before that, do you know what set her off?”
There was our massive argument. Heather confronted me about Leah and I went scorched earth in retaliation. That definitely triggered the appearance of Heather’s grandma. But I couldn’t really say that could I? What I said was: “Heather and I we… we had an argument.” Leah looked on, expecting more. “We were arguing about… you, actually.”
“Me?”
“Heather was… unsure how close the two of you still were. What she got was a… an outsider’s opinion.”
“What… what was your opinion?”
My exact words to Heather had been she was: Everyone’s second choice, the mediocre girl wanted only by rejects, abandoned even by her real parents. Before I mentioned how turning a lie into the truth meant confusing the truth for a lie. In that moment I didn’t know myself whether I was speaking either the truth or lies. All I know is I said what I said carefully. “My opinion was, that as far as friends go she was your second choice. And… then I said some mean stuff about being rejected and abandoned.”
I studied every corner of Leah face, the curve of her brow, the shifting focus of her pupils, the single flare of her nostrils, the tensed arch at the corner of her lips. Even now I still don’t know whether she believed my answer was the truth or, if like usual, she saw clear through me and saw I didn’t know either. If you forced me to say what Leah saw though, I’d guess she did see through me. She always had did. Only now maybe she doubted what her own eyes saw.
The house sighed. A draft cut through the attic. That single strange door, that door to nowhere mistaken for a fairy door, it rattled ever so slightly in its frame.
“Before,” I began, “we came through that door before right?” Leah didn’t respond while I strode over and examined the shut door, with its faded muted colours that made it nearly invisible if you weren’t careful to look. Grasping the handle, I pulled it open. The passage through the crawlspace was was gone and it was once more just a dead end showing a frame of wooden planks. I closed and opened it again expecting it might change. Except it was still just solid wall. “We exited through this door… but we never entered it…” There was a piece of the puzzle I was missing. I just hadn’t put it together yet. All I saw was a door in a house and I couldn’t see what was behind it all. There was a simple way out I just couldn’t see past myself to see it yet.
Leah whimpered.
“Is something wrong?”
Tears were filling her eyes, and she shook her head, “No… no, no, no…”
Was she talking to me, I wondered. But her sightline was drawn to the wall. There, the one bulb cast her shadow in perfect silhouette.
“No… no it’s not true…” Leah was shaking. I couldn’t determine why at first. Looking back and forth though, I saw it. Leah might have been shaking, but her shadow was not.
“Leah, stay calm. It’s just a shadow.”
She crumpled to her knees, hands clutching the sides of her head. The shadow remained standing. “It’s not… no, it’s not…”
The draft cut through the attic again, this time more like a full breeze. Faint whispers were carried on the wind but the words were unintelligible, at least to me.
“Leah!”
“No, no… I’m telling you no… It’s not like that!”
The whisper wind was growing, gusts whipping through the air. Beams and buttresses creaked and groaned from strain. Along the other slanting walls were more shadows silhouettes standing still. Whether they were shadows of Leah or others, the odd tilting angles made it impossible to know for certain.
I ran to Leah’s side and gripped her by the shoulders, forcing her to look at me. “Leah, listen to me! They’re just shadows! They can’t hurt you!”
The main shadow was peeling itself from the wall. Its arm outstretched, the shade was dragging itself in defiance of the light.
Leah was in my arms. “Please,” her eyes pleaded with mine. For the first time I could read her expression. After so long being unable to understand her I finally got it. She wasn’t hiding anything. She admitted it herself when she spoke, “I just wanted to do the right thing.”
In that moment I knew that I loved her.
And I knew I had to save her.
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2019.04.13 12:41 DaynynEternal Potential character progressions in/after Peace Talks.

I have the guy feeling Fix among others in Peace Talks is going to die. With Lily gone and the way the story is going, it seems Fix is more and more not feeling like the right person for the role. Call it a feeling I guess. With Harry as the Winter Knight, and this whole jazz that the courts needs to be equal, and argument can be made a new Summer Knight is needed.
Harry outclasses Fix by leagues. It would not even be a challenge for Harry at this point to beat Fix. How can the Summer Knight be a check to the Winter Knight's power if he cannot feasibly beat Winter at all? I think Titania knows this and Lily was why Fix could be their Knight for so long. Fix did kind of fail to protect her... Anyway we also see nothing of Fix in Skin Games despite the fact Fix said in Cold Days that his purpose as a Knight is to Counter Winter every time Winter deploys its Knight.
But he was not around at all in SG. I am wondering if there is a reason off screen for this. Lily is no longer around to pull for Fix and Fix cannot accomplish his office's only known function. This is a very real imbalance between the courts. The Summer Knight MUST balance the Winter Knight. The courts must remain balanced i their powers to affect the mortal realm. Yet this is no longer the case.
I think it could be possible Fix has already been replaced and the new Knight was chosen off screen during the event of SG and we will see who it is in Peace Talks OR Fix dies in Peace Talks and gets replaced that way. I think that Titania is going to want a wizard Starborn of her own as her next Knight and I only know of one more of those running around - Elaine Malory.
Also Elaine does have a pretty extensive history with Summer. They sheltered her for YEARS. She was chosen to be their Emissary as well. Jim has said we will see Elaine again and it has been quite a while since we have seen her despite Harry thinks of her in one way or another in nearly every book.
Elaine becoming the next Knight of Summer just seems to fit as a natural progression to me. An I the only one who gets this feeling? And it wouldn't even seem like a last second ass pull on Jim's part either as he has set this up with Elaine's history with Summer a long time ago. Elaine is on Harry's level as a wizard, is also a Starborn, and again is known to and friend to Summer.
So I guess now the question would be WHY would Elaine want to become the Summer Knight. Well being the Summer Knight would offer her some protection against the WC wanting to come after her if they learn who she is. She could genuinely want to help Summer. Also it would be interesting plot wise to see how Harry would deal with his hard counter in the Fae world being his first love and someone he cares deeply about.
What do you guys think? If not Elaine, who else might make a decent Summer Knight. I also seeing Murphy dying in Peace Talks and becoming a Valkyrie. During Aftermath, Gard praises Karren's skill and bravery and said her boss (Odin) would love to have her onboard. She said Murphy should expect a job offer soon, and that she even had the hair for it. The hair part HAD to be a reference to being a Valkyrie (if it was anything at all) because all the others we have met are blonde but not all of the Einherjaren are.
Jim did Tweet he was writing Murphy's funeral so I think it very well could be likely she died during Peace Talks. It would kinda fit the whole Harry sees an avenging angel every time he uses his Sight on her thing. It would also allow her to be with Harry for real. Valkyries are regular mortals given a mantle by Odin if I am putting all the clues in the story together right and they are immortal or at least very long lived. They have access to at least some magic, as shown by Gard, and they have heightened physical abilities.
Perhaps fastestronger (again Gard shows signs of both), and they certainly heal FAST as even having her guts spilling out was not enough to kill her. Hell all she had to do was stuff them back in and literally staple the wound shut. I think Murph might die and rise again as a female warrior of legend. I think she got a job offer from Odin shortly after Aftermath but did not accept immediately. I think how she has been feeling weak/helpless as her city has fallen to shit while Harry and Molly were gone may have been shifting her thinking regarding the mantle of Valkyrie. I think the events of Skin Games where she got the Sword broken, saw Butters gain the mantle of Knight of the Cross, plus that injury she took that suggests she will now be even less effective than she already feels she is.
She even said to Harry "So you want me to man the fort while you and Thomas go play with the monsters again?" The way she said it really set the tone she wants to be able to do more. And Jim has been weakening and removing her connections to being a cop for a very long time now. Doing that for no reason but to lower a character is not Jim's style. This smells like a plot progression to something more. And why would he throw in the Gard offering her a job thing for nothing in Aftermath? Again Jim foreshadows stuff like this all the time. He did it with Molly being the Winter Lady through Lea if you recall books before she ended up actually becoming the Winter Lady.
He did the very same thing with Butters. Butters has been placed time and time again in a position to learn more and become mote involved in the fight. Then he got the skull and took to the streets with his own magical gear. Harry once asked Butters when he would join the fight and the doctor said "about five minutes after I have a functional light saber." Again this was books before he literally does get a light saber. Do you really think that was a coincidence? I think a lot of people are feeling that Murphy has a progression of this sort to make because a LOT of people thought she was going to become a Knight of the Cross herself. It just seemed like the likeliest next step for her, being Christian and a mostly melee fighter. But being a Valkyrie fits too.
She has been training a lot with the vikings but refused Marcone's offer for a job. He is scum and she would never do it. But working for Odin is another matter. She has met Vadderung at least in passing at Chicken Pizza and likely at least once since if Jim's alluding to a job offer happened. She knows of Vadderung through Harry as well. She has a shit load of personal reasons to want to do this. She feels as those she lost her purpose in life by losing her job as a cop. She joined the Better Future Society to regain some of this and so she can still make a difference. She has felt increasing more useless and struggles to find ways to help counter the bad things happening around her. She loves Harry and genuinely wants to be with him but has stated one of her biggest concerns is he will outlive her. As a Valkyrie, she would have centuries with Harry. And she would gain the connections and resources and powers needed to join the fight wholely. This feels right to me and is not without its merits.
I also see Billy and maybe Andi getting in the gane too. I can see the two of then training with Grey or Listens to Wind and getting much better at their shape shifting. Perhaps even to the point they can do more than just become wolves. Peace Talks is likely to result in a lot of deaths and some think the battle might be so insane even mortals cannot deny what happens. The supernatural may finally become known to the general public. This might push them more to up their game. Andi is dating Butters and may feel she needs to train to be able to help him in his new role and Billy now had a child of his own to protect.
I can even see Harry making progress. Eb might die and leave the Blackstaff to Harry. I can also see Harry learning to tap into Demonreach's power via his new staff. I can even see Harry getting another mantle or even a higher Winter mantle, perhaps even Kringle's. Some think the Winter Knight's mantle is just the start of a progression. That its a test and those who arent turned into a mindless goon progress into Winter Lord or Commander or something of the like.
With Justine now being pregnant and only having a 50 percent chance of surviving because the child is feeding off of her constantly for months, I can see Thomas making a deal. Perhaps with Uriel to become a Knight of the Cross or with Summer to become the next Summer Knight. He said he had a plan to save her and wouldnt say more. I can see this leading to a deal that saves Justine, makes Thomas into something even more powerful, but comes at the cost of service. Perhaps Odin may have a part in this.
What do you guys think? Do you see room for any others to progress into something more during Peace Talks or resulting from the events of this book? I would live to hear it.
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2019.01.02 00:30 FabulousShine Me (26F) with my Mom (62F): Her grieving/coping with a family members illness is completely draining me and I don't know what to do.

(XPOST from /autoimmune but I think it's more fitting here)
Hi Reddit,
I’m needing some help here with my mother and our current house / medical situation.
I live at home to save up some extra money and try to settle into a career job. It’s just my mom, my dad, and myself at home (I am an only child). My mom has a brother and a sister but she is closest with her sister. My mom is the oldest of four siblings and has always played the second mom role in their lives.
In August, my aunt was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease of her liver. She has a chain of medical events that leas to the diagnosis, but none of it was related to what she has. It was found through bloodwork an imaging.
We have a very small family and my aunt has asked if my mom and myself could go to her medical appointments to support her. We haven’t missed an appointment since.
Basically, my aunt needs to take medication for the rest of her life to keep her inflammation under control. The doctor made a comment at the last appointment that her liver is not “at the point of needing a transplant yet”. My mom heard the “yet” and started crying when we left because she was convinced that my aunt will need a transplant. The full answer was that she’s not close, but of course, if the medications stop working and he liver takes a turn then she will. The medication has been working successfully and my aunt is in good spirits.
My mom, however, is anything but. In addition to the transplant comment, my mom has taken ANY one thing the doctor has said and made her own conclusions about my aunt’s health. She is nearly convinced that my aunt will not be on this earth much longer, and she is basically in a depression. She spends her time googling my aunt’s disease and finds the worst cases and worst scenarios and applies it to my aunt. It is so unhealthy. She’s even told the one outside person she has spoken to for the first time in the last 2 months (her cousin who lives in another country) that my aunt needs a transplant and that’s final. My mom has missed out on holiday functions because she feels like she can’t leave the house and act like everything is okay. The day after Christmas, she went on a wild rampage storming around the house tearing all of the decorations down (with attitude) which we don’t usually do until wildcard weekend of football.
Yesterday, she told me that she didn’t want to celebrate Christmas at all because of what my aunt is going through. She said she couldn’t wait for it to be over and hated seeing everything around because it was too depressing. Something she used to love she now can’t stand. So I calmly said to her “mom, you may want to talk to somebody about this” and she said there’s nothing to talk about because she knows why she’s feeling this way (Side note: my mom was an MFT for most of her career). And I said “correct, you know why you’re feeling this way but your thoughts have take you to an extreme place to the point of depression. So maybe it would help to speak with someone who can help you put your thoughts into a realistic perspective.” She said I was right in a really distant kind of tone and didn’t say anything else after that.
It’s caused the overall feeling around the house to be so negative and draining. It’s especially more draining because her thoughts aren’t even true. The things my mom thinks she hears at the appointments simply aren’t accurate at all but she won’t listen to me. And if the doctor says something while at the appointments, my mom will not ask follow up questions because she says she doesn’t want to “scare her sister”. But then it leads my mom down this rabbit hole of googling and making her own conclusions. I want to ask my aunt to put our names on a medical release so my mom and I could phone conference the doctor to get specific answers to questions my mom has but I know my mom won’t allow me to ask my aunt to do that cause I might “scare her”. My mom will be okay for a second, and then something will set her off and she will have a horrible, negative attitude towards my dad and I.
Just now as I am writing this, we were talking about an upcoming vacation we’re taking with my aunt and cousin, and I said while checking the destination weather” Oh it looks like it’s going to rain is that OK? Since we’ll be outside mostly” and she snaps and says harshly “What difference does it make?! I cant control the weather. I don’t need my sister getting sick.” Things like this happen all through the day and by the end of the day I am tired and worn out from all the negativity and bitterness.
Reddit, what can I do about this? Is it within my reason to call a therapist to the house to talk to my mom? Should I override my mother and ask my aunt to release her medical information anyway so we can get those answers? It’s getting tougher to carry a conversation with my mom because it’s like walking on eggshells since any little thing sets her off, and her thoughts are so displaced. I’m feeling defeated here and don’t know what I can do. Help!
TLDR: My mom is grossly exaggerating my aunt's current health condition and causing herself to be depressed over it. She is taking it out on me and it is beyond draining to deal with her attitude every day no matter how much I tell her her thoughts aren't even true. How can I help my mom?
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2019.01.02 00:20 FabulousShine I don't know how to handle my mom's reaction and attitude towards my aunt's new diagnosis.

Hi Reddit,
I’m needing some help here with my mother and our current house / medical situation.
I live at home to save up some extra money and try to settle into a career job. It’s just my mom, my dad, and myself at home (I am an only child). My mom has a brother and a sister but she is closest with her sister. My mom is the oldest of four siblings and has always played the second mom role in their lives.
In August, my aunt was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease of her liver. She has a chain of medical events that leas to the diagnosis, but none of it was related to what she has. It was found through bloodwork an imaging.
We have a very small family and my aunt has asked if my mom and myself could go to her medical appointments to support her. We haven’t missed an appointment since.
Basically, my aunt needs to take medication for the rest of her life to keep her inflammation under control. The doctor made a comment at the last appointment that her liver is not “at the point of needing a transplant yet”. My mom heard the “yet” and started crying when we left because she was convinced that my aunt will need a transplant. The full answer was that she’s not close, but of course, if the medications stop working and he liver takes a turn then she will. The medication has been working successfully and my aunt is in good spirits.
My mom, however, is anything but. In addition to the transplant comment, my mom has taken ANY one thing the doctor has said and made her own conclusions about my aunt’s health. She is nearly convinced that my aunt will not be on this earth much longer, and she is basically in a depression. She spends her time googling my aunt’s disease and finds the worst cases and worst scenarios and applies it to my aunt. It is so unhealthy. She’s even told the one outside person she has spoken to for the first time in the last 2 months (her cousin who lives in another country) that my aunt needs a transplant and that’s final. My mom has missed out on holiday functions because she feels like she can’t leave the house and act like everything is okay. The day after Christmas, she went on a wild rampage storming around the house tearing all of the decorations down (with attitude) which we don’t usually do until wildcard weekend of football.
Yesterday, she told me that she didn’t want to celebrate Christmas at all because of what my aunt is going through. She said she couldn’t wait for it to be over and hated seeing everything around because it was too depressing. Something she used to love she now can’t stand. So I calmly said to her “mom, you may want to talk to somebody about this” and she said there’s nothing to talk about because she knows why she’s feeling this way (Side note: my mom was an MFT for most of her career). And I said “correct, you know why you’re feeling this way but your thoughts have take you to an extreme place to the point of depression. So maybe it would help to speak with someone who can help you put your thoughts into a realistic perspective.” She said I was right in a really distant kind of tone and didn’t say anything else after that.
It’s caused the overall feeling around the house to be so negative and draining. It’s especially more draining because her thoughts aren’t even true. The things my mom thinks she hears at the appointments simply aren’t accurate at all but she won’t listen to me. And if the doctor says something while at the appointments, my mom will not ask follow up questions because she says she doesn’t want to “scare her sister”. But then it leads my mom down this rabbit hole of googling and making her own conclusions. I want to ask my aunt to put our names on a medical release so my mom and I could phone conference the doctor to get specific answers to questions my mom has but I know my mom won’t allow me to ask my aunt to do that cause I might “scare her”. My mom will be okay for a second, and then something will set her off and she will have a horrible, negative attitude towards my dad and I.
Just now as I am writing this, we were talking about an upcoming vacation we’re taking with my aunt and cousin, and I said while checking the destination weather” Oh it looks like it’s going to rain is that OK? Since we’ll be outside mostly” and she snaps and says harshly “What difference does it make?! I cant control the weather. I don’t need my sister getting sick.” Things like this happen all through the day and by the end of the day I am tired and worn out from all the negativity and bitterness.
Reddit, what can I do about this? Is it within my reason to call a therapist to the house to talk to my mom? Should I override my mother and ask my aunt to release her medical information anyway so we can get those answers? It’s getting tougher to carry a conversation with my mom because it’s like walking on eggshells since any little thing sets her off, and her thoughts are so displaced. I’m feeling defeated here and don’t know what I can do. Help!
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2018.12.14 19:17 SassySerpent How can I approach her?

Hello,
I'm currently a male senior in High school and almost 18 years old. I transferred High schools in my junior year and at my old school was this girl (let's call her Lea) in my Math class. She was in a relationship at that time, but we spent a lot of time with each other, hanging out at lunch, talking, laughing, flirting and all those things. At some point she told her boyfriend about me (who knows what she told him) and I heard that he told her to stay away from me, but she didn't. I also heard that she was in love with me, but I usually don't believe rumors, though the signs were pretty obvious. After all the things with her boyfriend (he was living away like 2 hours or so) we still met before, while and after classes and after school. The year went by pretty fast and I knew I had to transfer High schools, so shortly before summer vacation, my dumbass hooked up with one of her friends, left the school and never spoke to her again. Yes, I'm pretty dumb. I saw her again half a year later. There was an event at my old school, so me and the girl I dumped her for (let's call her Lisa) decided to go there, although I didn't really want to go there because of Lea. After some time I realized that Lea was walking at me, but she wasn't looking at me. She just walked past me. Lisa and I broke up a few months after and I realized how stupid I am. Now, another few months later, I saw Lea again. I had accidentally eaten walnuts and had to go see a doctor beause I had an allergic reaction. I saw her on the street and she looked at me and I looked at her. Shortly after, I was sitting in my car but I couldn't stop thinking of her since then. This sounds so much like a teenage drama-sob story but I seriously need to let this out and maybe ask you for advice, since I could possibly text her on Facebook (should I and how?). I don't want to date her but I want to explain everything and especially my behaviour towards her and apologize. We were really really close and I just screwed it up. I just want some advice how I could fix things, should I leave her alone and move on, should I explain and apologize, I am just so confused.
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2018.12.11 07:49 christineyvette I'm incredibly confused. (LONG POST)

I know it's not PTSD I have but it has to be something. A year ago I started suffering a slew of AWFUL panic attacks after one really bad one at Thanksgiving while 30 minutes from home (diagnosed agoraphobia) in a person's house of whom I didn't know well. They were all consuming. I couldn't think, eat, sleep. I didn't know here from there and the overflow of my fight or flight response triggered moments of dissociation. I visited my doctor and the whole time there I was heaving from the panic, terrified of getting sick in his office. He didn't do much but offer a medication to calm down my stomach. More panic attacks, and especially the one at my doctors made it worse for me to leave the house. The agoraphobia was now full blown. I was lashing out at my family members, throwing things, threatening to move out (I literally had nowhere else to go) running away in hopes of help. It was ...traumatic. I literally thought I was going crazy. Contacted my emotionally abusive mom (I didn't think any of this through as well, anxiety, panic and dissociation was clouding my judgment.) She managed to take this opportunity to use my vulnerable state to get back at my sisters and my dad. Telling me they didn't know anything about my anxiety, and they were awful toxic people. She got in my head. She knows how. She's narcissistic, manipulative. It's the reason we asked her to leave a few years ago. Told me to get out of that house, we'll get an apartment together. Before this, I had relapsed into self harm as it was the only control I had over the panic and the attacks. She told me to get my dad to take me to the hospital. I did. I was than re-traumatized by something similar that happened to me when I was 12, when I was first diagnosed with anxiety and panic disorder. I remember being DRAGGED to the hospital as I wasn't eating or sleeping. My mother didn't even come. It was scary and I thought I was dying. Being back in that situation last year, brought this memory to the surface. Then I began remembering scary and anxious moments I thought I forgot. My mom yelling "enough" when having panic attacks in public. The one time my mom grabbed me by the arm in the car to go to school. She never comforted me. I was always met by yelling, how it was hard on her to go through this. Therapists and breakdowns. It's stuff I thought I forgot.
Moved out with my mom. Out of body experience the whole time. I was literally floating outside my body. I remember the look on my moms face while telling the landlord that were moving in together because "my daughter is mentally ill. I'm taking care of her." She loves when she looks good and the attention is on her. Before the leas went through, the panic lessened and I remember my mom texting me because I went to bed and didn't answer. She texted about a dozen times in capitals saying "OH YOU'RE NOT ANSWERING ME NOW!? YOU DON'T WANT TO MOVE OUT NOW!? TELL ME NOW OR I'M OUT OF YOUR LIFE." Well, I was trapped. Next 6 months were fucking torture. I couldn't leave due the agoraphobia. I was 7 floors up. My dad couldn't visit because my mom told him he had "bad vibes." and he's a piece of shit (according to her.) I was guilt tripped if I wanted to go out with my dad for the day. I would hear "YEP ALWAYS WANTING TO SPEND TIME WITH YOUR DAD!" Whenever I expressed that I missed living with my dad and this was a mistake, I was shamed and guilt tripped. Was told to move back and had 2 days. Then would say I wasn't allowed to go because I couldn't abandon her. Throwing gifts I bought her years ago in my face when I said I missed my dad. Saying that I don't care about her. Nobody wanted to see my mom. Me getting blamed for my sisters not talking to her. Her father coming over and screaming from the doorway that I should be disabled, I have no friends and no life. How I should respect her. While my mom joined in and just stood next to him letting him say these things. Constant slamming doors and stomping feet if the garbage wasn't taken out. Threatening to take away my access to my medications and laundry. Emotional black mail and gaslighting. It was HELL. I've been back at my dads since July. I have yet to return to who I was before. Agoraphobia is still bad. This past week has been hell. A roommate is moving out and seeing boxes and hearing the sounds of moving furniture is triggering me to last year. When I went crazy, as I put it. I can't go downstairs and see it without being triggered and I run back to my room. I can't hear yelling or arguing as it triggers my mom's voice. I'm terrified of asking for things incase they will be taken away. I get scared to cry because I was told my feelings don't matter. Every time I hear somebody come upstairs, Im fearful of them coming into my room to yell at me about something I did or didn't do. See a tv show I watched or a food I ate or a smell I smelled during that time, I have a panic attack. I literally look around and it feels as if I'm back there. Reliving it all over again. It's so strange. Like I went back in time. I'm scared it's tainted my living space. My room, my living room. It all has a piece of the situation tied to it. I sometimes want to hide in my closet. I'm a fucking MESS. Is this CPTSD? What do I do?!
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2018.10.15 03:01 Cr42yLun171c The Neighbor's Dolls

It was about three years ago when I last set foot in this place. The place, that long ago, many people lived here. A beautiful place for all to see. Well, that was before the guy came. Three years ago, a guy entered the area looking to buy a home. When I first met him, he seemed nice but strange. He loved telling stories, most were scary; when I mean scary, I mean it gave the only other child on the block nightmares.
That child's name was Lucifer, ironic right? I didn't know what the name meant, and he was ingenious. He knew many things no one else knew. His dreams told the future, he predicted the death of my mother, and he told me a secret.... that no one else in the world knew, just him and me. He told me how many people died on our block each year, he also predicted 9/11 two years before it happened. I've only seen him cry once when he knew when his father's death was in five minutes, and who was going to kill him. Other than that he never cries even when stabbed. He was only two months older than me, his birthday was October 31. It's odd I'm his only friend, considering he hated my father with a passion, but he was my only friend too. His hair was white, and his eyes were red, nothing could beat his skin that made paper look yellow. It seemed pretty hard to make friends with that look. He didn't mind it though. He normally scares other kids by telling them creepy stories most with his victims as the main character. He can scare away anyone he wants.
I was talking to Lucifer once, he told me something strange. He told me not to trust the guy, and the guy was evil. I brushed it off, because Lucifer didn't like strangers in our area of the neighborhood. Some time later, he started to bring up the guy more often, talking about human puppets in our conversations. It came to the point when I told him to stop basing everything off your dreams. He gave me an extremely unsettling look that sent chills down my spine. After that, he walked home without a word.
Then, I went home. My dad, Xeano, was rifling through some mail and slid a letter to me. He told me that it was in the mail. I picked it up and looked at the letter; it was from that guy, and he wanted me to go to his house and have tea.... Lucifer had told me so many of his dreams, where kids would enter his house and disappear. It kind of scared me, but I wanted to prove the point: the guy wasn't bad, none of Lucifer's dreams were true, and he definitely didn't turn kids into dolls and puppets. Consequently, I accepted the invitation.
The same day at 3pm, I knocked on his door. He answered with a hello and let me in. I sat at the table as he went to make the tea. I looked at the room carefully, a hardwood floor with a little gray rug, a gray-ish blue-ish color for the walls, and a shelf..... With small dolls on it. One doll, the one that looked exactly Lucifer, scared me. I examined the other dolls, I recognized them all, they look like kids I used to go to school with. ‘There's no way,’ I thought to myself.
Soon enough, the guy came back in with a tea pot and tea cups, he poured me some tea. We started talking about random stuff, somewhere in the conversation he asked if I’d like to look around the house. I didn't want to be rude, so I looked around. The house was beautiful yet chilling, to the bone chilling. There were dolls of all kinds everywhere. They stood around the house looking real and most life size. It did creep me out, but it didn't explain anything. That was until I walked into a room full of almost to human puppets. I rubbed my hand on one's face, smooth like stone and cold. I backed away from it and walked out of the room. I was leaving no matter what. As I walked past the table with the tea, I noticed a doll that looked exactly like me, even where the freckles were placed, sitting in the seat I was sitting in. I couldn't believe it. I ran out the door and to Lucifer's house.
When I got to his room, he was sitting there as if he was waiting for me. He smiled, not many people see him do that either, "You saw the dolls, didn't you?" I remember him saying with a laugh. "Elizabeth will die at 3am, in that house, and will be turned into a doll." He said with his chilling smile. "I'm sorry for not believing your dreams..." I said, at least something along that line. "I'm not upset," his face went back to the dead impression it normally is, "Just happy you believe me now and those dolls, what did they feel like?" He smiled again. "They felt cold and smooth, but not like stone or glass more like-" Lucifer cut me off and said, "Cold skin..." He quit smiling and started drinking some water. "You're insane." I said as I realized, it did feel like skin. "No, I'm right" He said as the power went out, and he pulled out a flashlight. "I don't get your logic, how is it skin?" I asked him. "Listen, you've never killed someone, so it's pretty good that you don't know what that feels like. I've never killed someone, but when my dad died, guess who was there." He said pointing to himself. "Okay, you win. So, what do we do?" I asked him. "I don't know......... actually I do know!" He jumped up. "You know something, that scares me..." I said, and he gave me a funny look. "Ha and ha, this guy likes dolls, right? So you can try to get close with him and gather evidence. Then we can send him to jail." He said as if he thought out the whole thing. "What? Am I going to give him something?" I asked, almost pleading against it. "No, if you show an interest in dolls, he might just befriend you, and if it works right, it'll only take a week." He said quickly. Then, there was a loud bang in the other room. His eyes widened, and he turned off the light and threw me inside his closet. "Stay quiet..." He said as he shut the door.
He sat back down on his chair, and someone entered his room and the lights turned back on. The guy had entered his room, and Lucifer seemed frozen in fear. The guy reached out to grab Lucifer, and Lucifer grabbed his arm and stabbed the guy in the elbow with a pen. Then, Lucifer grabbed a pocket knife from his dresser, and the guy pulled out a gun. Lucifer's eyes widened, and the guy shot Lucifer in the shoulder. Lucifer passed out, and the guy picked him up and left. I got out of the closet, and I was too scared to even think of what he would do to him. I could feel the tears roll down my face. I had to go with his plan now. It sounded like it would work. "He's going down..." I said to myself. I picked up Lucifer’s knife that he dropped and put it in my pocket. Then, I walked out of the room. Lucifer’s mother was dead on the ground, and I could hear the police cars in the distance. I went home anyways.
That night, I had terrible a nightmare of what he might do to Lucifer. The nightmare was of the guy skinning Lucifer alive and turning him into a doll. Another, where he chopped Lucifer into little bits, and he caught me spying on him and did the same to me. At least my dreams don’t come true. I never wanted to sleep until I get Lucifer from the guy.
I woke up the next morning and ate breakfast, it was waffles. Then, I went to school. It wasn't the same without Lucifer. He was always at school, even when he was sick. At school, people were giving me weird looks. The bullies even robbed me. It was along day without Lucifer. Eventually, it passed, and I went to that guy's house with a pretty doll.
I knocked door, and he answered with a warm welcome. He asked, "Do you want tea?" I said, "Sure." He left to go make tea. I waited and realized that the Lucifer doll was gone. Interesting, I thought to myself. He entered the room with the teapot and three tea cups. He poured me a cup of tea and gave it to me. I said, "Thankyou." He smiled. "So, why did you come back? I thought you left cause you were scared." He said. "Well, I love dolls and puppets. Oh! I got you a gift." I said as I pulled the Doll out of my bag and handed it to him. "Do you like it?" I asked him. "I love her. Thank you." He said smiling. "Do you want to see something cool?" He said. "Sure." I said without thinking. He started up stairs, and I followed him. It didn't take long until I realized that we were going to that room that I touched the puppet in. When we got into that room, I noticed that he switched out the puppets. This one wasn't looking up, and it was wearing some farmers clothes. It had a black wig on and fake nails in place of the real ones. "Can I touch it?" I asked. "Go ahead. I'll be right back." He said as he walked out the room. I felt this one's skin it was warm. I lifted the head up, so I could see the face. It was Lucifer. His eyes flickered open. "S-Sam?" He said half alive. "Y-Yeah I'm right here buddy. What should I do?" I said to him while trying to unhook the strings holding him up. "C-cops..." He said half alive. "Cops, call the cops. Got it." I said as I pulled out my phone and dialed 911.
The operator picked up, "911, what's your emergency?" My heart was racing. "Hello? I'm in a house, and I-I don't know where I am exactly, but I found one of my friends tied up here like a puppet and-" The operator interrupted me, "Officers are on their way, stay calm and silent. We already traced your call, and they'll be there shortly." She said along with some other calming words. I sat there beside Lucifer for what seemed to be forever. Jumping at every noise, I heard the creaking of doors, the crashing of pots and pans, and everything else. Finally, I heard the police bust down the door. They rushed through all of the rooms until they found us. It turned out he wasn't in the house. They took Lucifer to the hospital and let me ride with him to the hospital. I sat in the waiting room for a long time before any news on him.
Finally, a doctor approached me and told me that he was doing fine and that he would live. I was so relieved to hear that. I wanted to see him. They said I could, so that's what I did. I walked to his room and to my surprise he was sitting up, probably wasn't supposed to, waiting for something. Or maybe me, he tends to do that. His fingers were twitching, "Sam?!" He said relieved. "Yeah it's me, are you feeling okay?" I asked, and he smiled and started crying, making that the second time I've seen him cry. "That guy didn't hurt you, did he?!" He said extremely worried. "No, he didn't hurt me." I said, and I walked over to the bed and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me, then he whispered, "Don't go to sleep tonight...." My eyes widened when he said that. ‘That guy is going to back again. Tonight,’ I thought to myself. "He isn’t coming back, is he?" I asked. "Yes, he is." Lucifer said still crying. "Calm down, we can do this." I said trying to comfort my frightened friend. "Y-Yeah.... We can..." He said as he started to calm down. A doctor walked in, "Your father is here to pick you up." The doctor said and walked out of the room. "Bye." I said to Lucifer as I walked out the room.
I went back to the waiting room and saw my dad. I walked over to him and hugged him. "Are you alright?" He asked me. "Yes dad." I said happy to see him. "Let's go home." He said, and we walked out of the hospital. We got in the car and Dad drove home. It was such a long day I think I went to sleep right after that, but I woke up to a loud bang in the kitchen. I thought of what Lucifer said and held the pocket knife in my hand. The guy bust down my door and came at me. I cut his wrist with the knife, and he slapped the knife out of my hand. He had me pinned down on the ground, and my arms were at my side under his legs. He pulled out two black buttons, the same size as my eyes, and a needle and thread. He started sewing one button on my right eye. Just as he got my right eye done, I heard another loud bang. This time from a gun, my dad shot him in the shoulder, and he got up and jumped out the window.
My dad rushed me to the hospital, and they got the button off my eye. Some time after I was put in the hospital, Lucifer entered my room. "We did good." He said, but I didn't respond. "Sam? Ya okay?" He asked. I still didn't respond. I couldn’t talk to him. There was a long moment of silence. "Um.... Okay, I'll leave." He said and left. Little did I know that was the last time I'd see him.
Some time after I got out of the hospital, I was sent to a mental institution. There I was told that Lucifer killed himself, and he burned down the whole neighborhood in the process of doing it. That was the only thing I knew. They wouldn’t tell me anything else about the outside world. I didn't believe them, not at all. It couldn't be true. He wouldn't kill himself, would he?
I'll fast forward to after the institution and tell you what happened. As I stood in the charred neighborhood, I really didn't know if he would kill himself. I was sitting where my house used to be, waiting. What was I waiting for? I didn't know, maybe that guy or Lucifer to come up and talk to me. It just doesn't seem right. I start walking to where Lucifer's house used to be. The only thing still standing in the area is his father's shed. I opened the door and walked in. It looked like someone was living here. There was food freshly opened and a candle that was lit. There were a lot of other things in there, even a cork board with pinpointed locations on it.
Then someone grabbed my shoulders, I froze unable to think of who it could be. "Boo..." The person whispered in my ear. I was too scared to answer. "Oh come on Sam, you don't have to be that quiet." He said as he let go of my shoulders. I turned around just to see Lucifer, sitting in his seat like he was waiting for me, smiling happily. "I was told you were dead..." I said quietly to him, and he gave me his ‘I did it’ look. "So, no one thinks I'm alive... That's good, because that means no one will look for ME as I do my research on....... That guy..." He said as he slid his rolling chair to the cork board. "So you faked it? I'm not surprised. It's you after all." I said as I walked to the board. "We will catch him, no matter what." He smiles as he placed a metal thumb tack on a location, "He'll be here next.”
-Lovingly Me
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