Grocery store near ellensburg wa

I’m a total newbie to the gun world. Recently had a break in a few weeks ago and while my sister and I were okay (we live together, Pennsylvania) it seriously made me realize that I was a little oblivious to the dangers out there. I’ve been reading up on gun laws in my state (PA) and have been looking into conceal carry options. I’m currently waiting for my license to get approved. Once it is I plan on taking lessons and getting in some range time. Went to gun shop near me and they recommended the Smithfield Hellcat, Glock 43x and Smith and Wesson SD9.
I did get to feel all three guns in the store. The SD9 was the biggest of the three. Again I’m a newbie and was taking the gentleman’s advice at the store. My friends recommended the Glock 19 and my aunt and uncle (both police officers they’re whole life) also recommended a Glock. Wanted to get some opinions from some others who are knowledgeable as well. Thanks!

Where to even start....
Together 7 years , we bought our house together 3 years ago , we both have 1 kid each from previous ex's and last year we had our son together :) he is almost 1 yo now
Our bigger kids are 8 and 9 years old ( shared custody with are ex's)
I take my oldest son every other weekend
My gf dosent like my son.... she dosent like being a mother in law... she finds him anoying, disrespectfull, unpolite and not well raised by her mother... Theres a lot of hate and resentment comming from her towards her mother and my son.. Its unhealthy..
Today was a normal day, i wake up make him a sandwich , play outside , we went for a short family bike ride . Gf and baby took a nap while me and my son painted a chair, then went to mcdonalds cool
We had a pretty chill day if you ask me
But at bed time she goes crazy , she got no patience for anything yelling at us that she just wants peace and quiet
Idk we didnt do anything wrong We even washed her car and mine and she said ( i dont give a shit about my car)
She kept yelling the same stuff over and over about the routine and he should be in bed sleeping at 9pm Saying stuff l would never say in front of a kid Now my son does not want to come here anymore because she yelling too much
I feel so bad for him that he has to go through this and i want an apologie from her
But it just made it worse , last thing she said was she wanted to leave me then went to bed
Money is also a big issue wich i dont understand.... i pay the mortgage in full , all the taxes,house insurrance ,my car and my phone i also do a small grocery run on the weekend....
She pays the electrical bill, internet and grocerys
She constantly says that she pays for everything lol
But i just put 1000$ on mortgage and taxes.... I dont get it? What am i missing?
She ask me to pay half her 100$ at the grocery store hmmmm ok but i just paid a huge ammount for us to have a roof above our head and would apreciate any help you can provide type of thing....
It was me that amassed enough money to get this house in the first place if was only her she would still be in that appartment
But its never enough
I work hard, handle my responsibilitys, keep things clean, dont drink nor take drugs , i dont obligate her to work full time i just want a bit of help you know, Im trying my best to keep things together but dont know how long i will last if i continue to be treated this way...
No appreciation is given for what i provide Why she has to be so negative about everything?

This fruit is also sometimes called a Sugar Apple https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sugar_apple
I found this once in an Indian grocery store an year ago and have not found it since.

In my area we have one prominent Gypsy family that just plain SUCK!! They have a billion children of all ages, none of them know how to act right in public and ESPECIALLY in restaurants. The family has been permanently banned from my previous restaurant and according to Next Door they are banned from many more businesses, not solely restaurants.
During the day you usually can catch them outside a grocery store with like 5 kids, PRETENDING to play a musical instrument. Violin is their preferred musical grifting method.
Anyways, they come to our restaurant once a month. Most of the time it's only the men and its always less than 6, so we can't auto grat them. They show up 15 minutes before the kitchen closes and orders a bunch of shit with all these special instructions and everything so that way if ONE thing is off from what they requested they will demand a refund even if they've eaten most of it. My GM is very non confrontational and a total chicken shit when it comes to standing up for the restaurant or the employees.
It's happened so many times that we refuse to refund their money if they make changes to the signature dishes. That helped curb the complaints and the comps for a while. But these pieces of ass DON'T EVER TIP!!! They've only has to tip once that I'm aware of and that's because it was a party of like 12 of them and it was auto grated and they tried to argue that.
These people are complete assholes, they only spend maybe $150 AT MOST a month. So it's not like their business means shit to my restaurant. They don't tip and treat the staff like total garbage and they make a fucking mess dropping food, napkins, bread crumbs...FUCKING EVERYTHING on the floor. I don't know why my restaurant won't ban them like so many other businesses in the area have!!!!!
Has anyone else ever had an infection of Gypsies at their restaurant? I need to hear some funny stories after getting ripped of by those dick pickles again!!

Hi folks, I've been struggling with spot treatment skin lightening for years. My skin tone is fair but my elbows, ankles, insect bites and neck are dark. Like a 10 shade difference.
Right now my stack is TONE Fruit Acid Body Wash, A Korean Italian towel for scrubbing, Aveeno Baby Sunblock and Topiclear Gel Hydroquinone. However I've also tried:
Eucerin Rough Skin with Uric Acid which is a dupe of Amlactin which I can't afford, lactic acid body peel at 70%, and Madina Papaya Enzyme soap.
The only product that worked for me was an Ebay product called SkinLite which has hydrocortisone, Retin a and hydroquinone, but I've mixed those together in my hand and they didn't work.
Should I try clobetasol instead of just anti itch hydrocortisone if I'm to mix the different creams. Also do I have to wrap plastic around areas to be bleached similar to lightening the hair?
Skin lite doesn't seem to exist anymore either. I remember it cost around 5 dollars when it existed. Doesn't anyone remember this stuff? I also saw it in an international grocery store.

Several years ago, Coach Babcock was the coach of the Anaheim Mighty Ducks. My wife’s ex was working for the team, and he was giving us a private, behind-the-scenes tour of the Pond. We parked near the players garage, took the elevator down, and walked over to the team arena entrance. As we were going in the door, my son, who was m, I dunno, 6(?) at the time got all excited and shouted “Papa!!! Who’s that?” Ends up Mr. Babcock had pulled in and parked his jet-black Pontiac Solstice. We stood in the doorway and watched him fumble out of the tiny car. He saw us, basically team-store models, all dressed in our Ducks gear, and for a split second he had a look on his face that said “ah fuck, you fuckin kidding me, this fuckin sucks, dammit” He quickly put a smile on his face and walked across the lot. As he approached the door, he addressed us all. Chatted with my wife, whom he knew by name already (??). Made small talk with my daughter. Signed a In & Out fry sack for my son. After a minute or two, he held the door for us all as we walked into the arena. It was a wonderful encounter, but before we walked away, he called my son over, knelt down, and whispered something in his ear. My son was very upset, and didn’t talk the rest of the tour. We got home, and he immediately took off his Ducks jersey and threw it in the trash. He was inconsolable. He didn’t talk to me for week. He seemed to be avoiding me entirely.

The State of Time is a relatively small and surrealist/sci-fi world building project that I started working on earlier this year. I aim for the project to take the form of a vaguely house of leaves styled "complete guide" to the State of Time, a fantastical, somewhat eerie and arguably disturbing albeit ultimately good-natured utopian society of humans who reside on Xanthys, a massive space station that orbits Earth at all points in time simultaneously.
Xanthys is chock full of ridiculously advanced technology and I'd like to share a few aspects of it.
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The people of Xanthys posses knowledge and technology that enables them to easily transfer 100% of a human consciousness into another body, computer or hard-drive. This, combined with their mastery of cloning and genetic engineering allows the people of Xanthys to not be restricted to their birth bodies. Instead, the average "Xanthysian" actually possesses a multitude of bodies that they can swap their consciousness between at any time via a process that takes less than 1 minute.
Essentially, if a Xanthysian is dissatisfied with their birth body for any reason. They can commission a genetic engineer to make them a new and practically flawless body in full accordance to the clients wildest desires. If a Xanthysian wishes for any of their new bodies to be based on persons with inaccessible genetic codes or fictional characters who are either realistically or unrealistically designed. Advanced computers can analyze pictures of the aforementioned subjects and access a genetic archive of the human species to come up with an assortment of genetic codes that fit the clients desired body. When not in use, the bodies are stored in stacked hypersleep pods that are in turn, stored in a closet-like chamber within peoples homes.
Furthermore, if a Xanthysian desires a body that is non-human, vaguely-human, anthropomorphic, or thoroughly alien. The aforementioned computers can access a greater genetic archive of all life that has existed on Earth, once more, using advanced algorithms to create fully functioning genetic codes for what could very well be a completely new organism.
If one of a Xanthysians bodies require medical attention, they can simply transfer their consciousness into another body while the injured body undergoes surgery and If they do not have another body, their consciousness can be temporarily stored in a computer with this process effectively replacing anesthesia.
Xanthysians are both biologically and psychologically immortal. Although their minds are still subject to time and may degrade with age, mental ailments amongst Xanthysians are easily rectifiable, once again by uploading a persons consciousness into a computer and translating it into code which can be altered. Xanthysians can live indefinitely but none of them have made it to 1,000 years as they tend to grow bored with living after a few to several centuries and may choose to simply delete their consciousnesses from existence.
Xanthysians can record their dreams, edit them, replay them and share them. Their equivalent to video games involves uploading their minds into personalized, shared or multiplayer simulations that are so flawlessly designed, that they are nearly indistinguishable from a reality. Some Xanthysians may choose to spend significant periods of time in simulated realities and they can communicate with people in reality from simulated realities.
The State of Time is an anarchist or near-anarchist society. As a result, it has no concept of poverty or crime and because the SoT is extremely permissive, there is little to no incentive for prisons. However, in the extraordinarily rare event that a member of the society must be forcibly isolated or reformed, this is achieved via something called a "Mind Prison" in which an offending persons mind is trapped within a hyper-adaptive simulation designed to reform them.
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Because Xanthysians can change bodies like they change clothes. I'm currently not sure how they'd be able to identify each other so I'll need some ideas for that.
Anyway, what do you think?

My husband (30) my daughter (8 mo) and I (27) were at a store today. A woman told us how cute and happy our daughter was, and she seemed so well cared for then asked us where she went to daycare. I feel like an idiot because I told her, her and her daughter (an adult) then appeared in line behind us, asked us where they could get my daughters outfit and if we knew of any consignment shops with baby clothes. They then passed us in the parking lot and seemed to have been parked near us. I’m now freaking out, and I don’t know if it’s my anxiety or if there’s a real reason.

There's a wiki with Ultima V internal formats; it mentions that each monster in the game has 16 bits of associated flags (Cmd-F monster flags here) but doesn't say much more than that, and some of the information is does present is wrong. I'm looking to fix that.
I was able to extract a list of monsters and their values for each flag, which allowed me to figure out what 13 of them do. Here's the list of flags (in the order the game encodes them) and the monsters that have each one:

Mystery 1: Mimic Reaper Stone Gargoyle Orc Ettin Headless Can possess: Blackthorn Gazer Wisp Daemon Shadowlord Responds to Repel Undead: Ghost Skeleton Daemon Shadowlord Can divide: Slime Stone Gargoyle Immune to Glass Sword: Lord British the Apparition Blackthorn Lord British in the flesh Attacks always poison: Squid Spider Snake Can steal food: Gremlin Leaves no guts or items: Seahorse Squid Sea Serpent Shark Bat Ghost Slime Bees Wisp Daemon Shadowlord In An or Crown disables projectiles: Mage Lord British the Apparition Blackthorn Lord British in the flesh Seahorse Reaper Gazer Daemon Shadowlord Mystery 2: Bard Seahorse Squid Sea Serpent Ettin Troll Can teleport: Lord British the Apparition Blackthorn Lord British in the flesh Wisp Shadowlord Vanishes instead of dying: Lord British the Apparition Blackthorn Lord British in the flesh Shadowlord Can turn invisible: Blackthorn Ghost Shadowlord Can gate daemons: Blackthorn Daemon Dragon Attacks sometimes poison (this actually takes precedence over the other poison bit): Rat Spider Mimic Rotworm Shadowlord Mystery 3: Rat Rotworm Shadowlord 

And to rule out a few possibilites:

• There's no flag for the ability to throw fireballs (etc). This is stored elsewhere, as the monster's weapon. So for instance, if you clear all a dragon's flags, it still breathes fire.
• Similarly, there's no flag on the Corpser to give it the ability to drag players under
• ...nor on ghosts and Shadowlords that lets them pass through walls
• ...nor on Rotworms to make them hide when the players aren't near
• ...nor to denote which animals can swim and fly
• ...nor on Reapers and Mimics to make them immobile

For each of those, you can flip every bit on the monster and those characteristics are unchanged.
So, what are the three mystery bits?

• What do Mimics, Reapers, Stone Gargoyles, Orcs, Ettins, and Headlesses have in common that no other creature does? (That's Mystery Bit 1)
• How about Bards, Seahorses, Squids, Sea Serpents, Ettins, and Trolls? (Mystery 2)
• And finally, Rats, Rotworms, and Shadowlords? (Mystery 3)

For each of these, I've tried turning them off for the monsters that have them, and turning them on for the monsters that don't, and didn't notice any difference.

Coming into first year eng, I naively thought that I'd be able to get a coop this summer but the search was pretty brutal (not sure if its due to the tech economy being down, or just me having a shit CV). After about 100 applications where I got either ghosted, or rejected, I gave up in around March. Currently, I'm looking for random jobs to earn some sort of income to supplement my tuition, but as weird as it sounds, finding a job, even at a local grocery store is seemingly just as hard has finding coop. Though my parents are willing to pay for all my tuition, I really do not want to burden them with this expense. That being said, are there ways that I can earn money on the side while looking for jobs? (im looking to ideally come up with around 4-5k as this is what i anticipate first sem to cost after osap).
Thanks in advance!

Hi there, I am from Canada and wanting to try a different career, go back to school, and move.
I have a few options right now. One of them would be to move to the UK and work in Manchester. The job pays about £24k. Would this be sufficient in Manchester (or is there a cheaper yet still good quality city near by)? I would want to live by myself, in a decent place, enjoy going to the gym or doing yoga, go out to enjoy a meal once a week. These plus groceries and bills and rent and public transportation would be my main expenses.
I plan to do this for a year while I work and save up to apply for the next application cycle of my desired programs. The tuition would be about £43k.
Any thoughts on if the finances would work out on a £24k salary in (or near Manchester) to have enough to spend and save?
Thanks!

So I thought I hit the tantrums stage quite awhile ago but I’m realizing I was very wrong lol. My son just turned 2 and he’s my first. This kid can SCREAM 😭 I used to love taking him places because he would be so entertained just being out of the house. NOW IS A DIFFERENT STORY. Today I went to two stores and he lost it so many times. I usually don’t get that embarrassed but I did this time he was just so loud. My mom kept saying I need to get him a tablet but my husband and I would like to avoid that. Although I admit it sounds appealing. What do you guys do to survive this? He just wants to run away when I put him down and won’t hold my hand or stay anywhere near me if it were his choice. And he kicks and screams in my arms or the cart. I can’t chase him when I have errands to run. HELP ME LOL

So I work at a grocery store, and have been enjoying my job so far.
But I've become aware of some odd people when I close with my managers. I will walk away from the doors after locking up and see people just sitting in their cars watching us as we leave to our vehicles. This is mildly concerning as it happens often. We once had this old beat up truck park in a handicap spot every night for about 3 weeks straight. I told my managers they should get a police officer to patrol around the parking lot for at least a week, but I always got the same response of "we have to do xyz procedures before doing that" which is complete bull. I was just wondering if this kind of behaviour is normal or not.
Thanks.

Because of the recent uproar over Target, and other retailers, Pride collections, I thought I would share my most recent FB post on the matter. Those who have made it this much of an issue, can honestly GSAD 😊
“Y’ALL!! It has come to my attention and realization that the grocery stores I shop at, support those of a Kosher, Gluten, and Vegan free lifestyle. I do NOT live my life this way and the fact a retailer would even consider making my child think twice about choosing between bacon, or turkey bacon, before they’re even of age, honestly has me beside myself. I don’t care that the store has other things to offer me that I do eat, it’s the fact that they support what OTHERS eat. And don’t even get me started on the international aisles, we’re in freaking AMERICA, people!! /s
Literally what some of y’all sound like right now. GTFOI”
I’m always here for the Target Pride collection, so screw these ah!

So I just started working at a grocery store (I’ve been there a few weeks) and I have noticed that the two front end managers are very rude to me and I’m not sure why.
Since the day I started, none of them e even introduced themselves to me and would stare at me as if just looking for something to comment about. I worked in a grocery store previously for two years, so it’s not like I’m aloof and they know this. I am the only younger girl (19f) who works the morning shift. I’m not sure if this is why.
There are a few incidents where it was very obvious that they were targeting me and my coworkers even commented. The first incident with the manager I was the on register by myself and my line was all the way back to the isle. I had to get cash back for a customer and so I walked to the manager desk and asked if she could get me more money so I could give the customer cash back. She literlaly shrugged me off and continued to talk with her coworkers.
I went back to my register and told her the manager would be otw. She never came, and so she stood to the side and I started the next customer. This customer also needed cash back. This is probably 10 minutes the first customer has been and she is watching my manger just sitting there laughing as well. So I walk back over and tell her I need more cashapp back. And she finally gets it. The customers also said it was very rude and unprofessional of her, and even asked to speak to the manger. And she said she was the manger….
The second incident, was with dress code. So our uniform is a company shirt and black pants. I wore black jeans since day 1, and the store gm even told me that they were appropriate during my interview. So I noticed the other girls wearing leggings with nothing ever being said to them, so I thought it was okay to wear leggings as well. Especially since I workout so my legs are often sore and they are more comfortable.
So I wore leggings. Boom this same manger calls me into her office over the loud speaker…. And tells me I’m dressed inappropriat and I cannot wear leggings again. I thought this was very unfair as all of the other women wears leggings and the other mangers do as well. One of the mangers that was in the office with her was literally wearing them…
But I just said okay because sure, leggings can be seen as inappropriate.
But today, I got called out for dress code publicly and loudly for wearing JEANS. The same jeans I wore since day 1. The manager says, I have to go buy khakis or slacks. And I was ver confused, and I ask her, “did the dress code change?” And she says no, I’m breaking dress code. I tell her that the gm literally told me my pants were appropriate and she said if I wanted to argue she’d pribr out the dress code just for me
Mind you NO ONE In the entire store is wearing work slacks… like not a single employee. One of the other cashiers is literally wearing blue jeans and blue crocs… completely not in dress code.
Am I not being targeted here?
I am completely professional at work. I simply want to do my job and go home. I interact well with customers and get praised by them and my gm often. I show up on time, and even stay later every time they ask(I need the hours anyway).
How do I approach this? And why are they treating me like this? I keep my head down and a I don’t bother them nor talk unless necessary.

The Blackwood Forest has always been a source of legend in our town. Not for anything good, though. Everyone here fears it. They always remind newcomers to “Never go into Blackwood Forest.” Nobody who enters it ever comes back. At least, that was how things used to be.
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One of the most famous incidents surrounding the forest occurred around 1989. A family of 6, the Franks, moved into a house not far from the forest. It had an expansive backyard, stretching up until the edge of the dense clusters of trees that make up the boundary of Blackwood Forest. One evening, they decided to eat dinner in their new backyard. They weren’t going into the forest, just the fire pit about halfway between their house and the trees. Another family of 3, the Andersons, joined them. At around 8:30, screaming was heard by nearby neighbors. The police were called. When they arrived, they found that the benches, tables, and chairs were soaked in blood. The grass was smeared with it in a path leading into the forest. There was no sign of either of the families. The police confirmed the blood of 9 individuals was present at the scene. Enough blood was lost to assume the deaths of all 9 individuals.
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After that day, a massive fence was built around the forest, to keep us out, or keep other things in. The fence is 11 feet tall and designed to be impossible to climb over, with almost no footholds. A gate is kept locked tight, located at the end of a worn path leading out of the side of town. Nobody goes in, and nothing gets out. Not that anyone knows what took the Franks or Robinsons. Except, of course, for me. I’ve seen what lies beyond the gates of Blackwood Forest. I’ve seen the beasts that took those families, all those years ago.
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The fence wasn’t really necessary to be perfectly honest. There aren’t really any trails to hike through the forest, and we don’t have many issues with kids doing stupid things like trying to sneak in for “fame.” Even if we did, the fence keeps them out. Therefore nobody has any reason to go into the forest. Everyone is too afraid.
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But, although I listened to what everyone always said; “Never go into Blackwood Forest,” I was curious. My morning run took me past the fence and gate, and I would sometimes glance in to see what was in there. I thought it looked like a normal, albeit dark, forest. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very off. There weren’t many animals, like birds or squirrels, and you couldn’t hear the ones that were there very well. It was oddly quiet. At night, no crickets would be heard. No fireflies during the summer. It was oddly devoid of animal life for a dense forest with so many places for a small critter to live or a bird to make a nest. However besides that, it really didn’t seem that dangerous.
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A few weeks ago, my curiosity got the best of me. I decided to see if there were any openings that I could slip into. Sure enough, on the very far side of the fence, opposite the side with the town, I found a small gap I could squeeze into. I decided that the next morning, I would grab my phone and camera and explore some of the forest close to the fence. I was excited to see what lay within, and wondered about what sort of stuff I might find. After all, nobody ever went in there.
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The next day came, and after eating breakfast, I jogged to the small opening I’d found the previous day. I had a backpack with some water and food, as well as the camera and phone. I pushed my backpack through first, and then squeezed through the opening.
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The first thing I noticed upon entering was how dark it was. The trees blocked out much of the sunlight. It was hard to see very much. Thankfully, I could use both my phone’s flashlight and the one attached to my camera. As I walked, the quiet of the forest around me felt eerie. There should have been the sounds of animals beginning to wake up and start their day, but instead there was silence. Every sound I made, like stepping on a tree, quickly was dampened out, as if swallowed whole by the trees.
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After a few minutes of walking and taking pictures, I came upon a worn path. I was confused, since there was no reason for any path to have been here because nobody had ever lived in the forest. I took another photo, and decided to follow the path. After another few minutes of walking, I noticed a clearing with sunlight pouring into it ahead. In the very center of it sat an old, decrepit stone building. Off to the side, there was an old well. The building had a very weathered but readable sign, identifying it as “Blackwood Church.” I took a photo of the church and well and decided to enter. I was very curious, as nobody should have ever lived out here, this deep into the woods. There was a church that had been built as part of the original town, so it didn’t make sense for this one to be there.
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I walked through the place where the doors would have been, had they not rotted off of the hinges. I could see the space around me because of several holes in the roof allowing sunlight in. It seemed like it was once fairly normal, though weeds had sprouted up through the floorboards which were falling apart. I stepped outside after snapping some photographs. I was going to leave back along the path and get out of the forest. As I walked, I noticed that there seemed to be several old buildings, almost destroyed, spread out on the edges of the clearing. I began to see the old worn paths made of cobblestone and dirt, almost invisible, having been reclaimed by nature. This wasn’t just some church, this was an entire town.
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I was both shocked and excited. I spent the next hour taking photographs of all of the somewhat intact buildings and their rubble counterparts. I spent around an hour exploring the town, exploring a butchers shop, clothes store, and general store. I finally made my way to the path I had come in on. I noticed, underneath all of the foliage, there seemed to be a sign. I brushed some of the growth away and read the faded words; “Welcome to Blackwood, Population: 349, c. 1903.”
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At this point, on top of the confusion, there was a growing feeling of nervousness in my gut. I’d never heard of any town in Blackwood Forest. Our town, Greyrock Springs, was founded in 1909. I searched the other houses on the outskirts of this ghost town. In one of them, I found the journal of a 19 year old girl named Ellie. She had moved into the town with her family, the Wilsons, and another one they were close friends with, the Millers. They had moved in 1905. The first dozen pages were normal entries about life around the town, her friend, 19 year old Janie Miller, and her older brother, 21 year old Shaun Miller. She and Shaun were apparently set to get married in a year, something Ellie wrote almost endlessly about. The 20th entry, dated September 17, 1905, however, was different.
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The 20th entry said that 7 townsfolk and gone missing suddenly overnight. It read, “Last night 7 of our neighbors vanished. The Smith family and Mr. H. The Sheriff doesn’t know what happened to them. Their beds appear to have been slept in, and their homes appear normal. But nobody has seen or heard of any of them since 8:00 last night. I’m getting worried, some of the other neighbors are talking about dark shadows in the trees snatching them away. I hope they’re alright.”
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After reading this, my anxiety started growing. What could have happened to the people who lived here? I looked at the next entry, 6 days later. It read “Almost everyone has vanished. The night after the first disappearances, 14 people vanished. The numbers got worse from there. The Sheriff, the butcher, the schoolteacher, all gone. Last night, 34 people, including the Millers, vanished. There are only 115 of us now. Janie and Shaun are gone, their beds unkempt, everything else in place as if they just got up and walked out. It’s 7:52 at night according to my clock. There are things making weird screeches out there. I can see the shadows outside. They’re drawing closer. I think I’m going to join Janie and Shaun tonight. At least I won’t have to live on without my friend and love.”
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Terror was beginning to take hold now. I looked around the room. I realized that it was now noon. I had been reading for so long I had lost track of time. I got up, grabbed the journal, and ran out of the house, the feeling of being watched nearly overwhelming me. I got to the path I had walked in on. It was then that the screeching and wailing began.
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It started as an inhuman, deep, gravelly sound, and then cracked and sounded like a dying person giving a final cry for help. Soon, a chorus of these other-worldly howls filled the forest. Terror shot through my body. I felt chills. I turned and scanned my surroundings, searching for the source of the sounds.
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That was when I saw one of Them for the first time.
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I don’t know how to describe Them here, but I will do my best to give you an idea of what lurks in those woods.
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They are tall, around 7 feet, with pure black skin. No light reflects off of any part of Them, except for their milky white eyes. Brown veins reach for the center of the eye, where the iris and pupil would have been. Instead, there was just more white. In some places, Their flesh clings to Their bones as though they have been vacuum-sealed. In others, the flesh is gone, and only bone remains. Their entire body has pulsating, grey veins spiderwebbing from place to place. And Their mouths stretch from one side of the head to the other, nearly to the hinges connecting the jaw to the skull. Their teeth are thin as a needle, and they have hundreds of them.
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One of Them was standing close to me, looking at me. It let out a screech-wail and started to run towards me. I turned and bolted, running towards the church, hoping to escape through an window-opening. As I reached the church, I turned and glanced back, only to see It standing near the well, not moving. Instead, it was growling at me. As we stared each other down, more of Them began to appear. They formed a ring around the church. I was now trapped. Panic began to set in more deeply, as I looked through the window-openings, trying to look for a weakness in the circle I could use to escape, and there was one. Directly behind the church, there was a large opening in the ring of monsters surrounding me. Taking several deep breaths and becoming as calm as I could given the circumstances, I took my opportunity and ran. I jumped out the window and sprinting with more force than I have ever used in my life.
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I made it to the trees, hearing their horrible screech-wails following uncomfortably close behind. I didn’t stop, running through the foliage like my life depended on it, which I could tell it did. Most of Them remained behind, but a few followed me deeper and deeper into the forest, not letting up. The trees and brush whipped at me, stinging and cutting my skin, but a continued, even going faster. I finally stopped when I couldn’t hear Them behind me anymore. By this point, it was closer to 2:00 P.M. I had run in the opposite direction I had entered Blackwood from. The adrenaline I had felt began to wear off, and I wanted to collapse from exhaustion, but I knew those things would keep looking for me until they found me.
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I spent the rest of the day cautiously searching for the fence, but no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find it. By the time it got dark, I was exhausted. The adrenaline from the whole day had turned into a mix of emotions, namely fear and anxiety. I decided to hide in a tree, in the event They found me. As I sat there, looking, I began to hear that screeching wail and those deep growls and grunts. They were close. I held my breath as the first one approached. It looked around, peering through the forest, searching for me. I got the feeling it knew I was close.
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It started to scan some bushes near the tree I was in, when It looked up suddenly. I fell from my spot in surprise, hitting the ground hard and with a grunt. It let out a wail, and started to approach me. I searched for something to use as a weapon, and found a sharp rock. I looked at the large veins covering It’s chest area. It seemed like the perfect target. It began to run, screeched and then lunged. I pulled the rock from behind my back and sliced with ferocity, cutting through the veins like paper. It screamed and shrieked, black ooze shooting out of the wound like a hose until it stopped. The creature let out a final wail before collapsing to the ground. I looked at it. I could hear a sickly breathing coming from the thing. Before it died, I heard a distorted but human voice mutter a weak “Thank.. you..” and then the breathing stopped. I was stunned. I didn’t have much time to think about it, because more wails could be heard approaching fast in the distance. I continued to run through the forest, more adrenaline pumping through my veins, fear at the back of my mind. I ran for a long time until I ended up back in that town. I hid in the church, underneath the floorboards. At some point, I fell asleep from exhaustion.
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The next 6 days were awful. I spent most of them hiding, slowly running through my food and water I had packed. One morning, as I reached the last of my water, I realized I had to escape. Although They searched the forests for me, I thought I could slip past Them and make it to the fence. But after a few minutes of preparing, I heard those wails approaching from the distance yet again. I grabbed my backpack and stepped outside again. I looked, seeing the creatures from before step out from the trees. I prepared myself, and ran. All of them began to follow me, their screeches cutting through the quiet of the forest and reminding me of how close I was to death. I went down that same worn path, sprinting through the woods. One jumped out in front of me, forcing me to veer off the path and into the forest. I ran, nearly tripping and getting cut on the branches. That was when I saw it. Ahead of me, finally, lay the fence. I took off the backpack as I approached. There was the gap. I was about to escape. They were close now, just a few yards away. I forced the backpack through the opening, forcing myself through it just as they reached the fence.
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I turned to look back at them, snapping one final photograph. I’m not entirely sure why I did that, but maybe I just wanted proof of the truth. That I wasn’t crazy. What I saw was real. I grabbed the backpack and ran back towards town, towards safety, towards home, their growls and wails fading behind me.
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I want to say that I’m safe now, that everything is ok, but it isn’t. A week ago, I started to hear whispers from my neighbors of wails, screeches, and growls coming from the fence. If anyone looked in the direction the sound was coming from, it stopped. I had to walk past the fence a few days ago, and I heard it. I was all alone. The fence started to rattle as well. I turned to look, but only saw a tall shadow slipping into the darkness of the trees.
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Last night, two people who were walking past the fence vanished.
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That brings us to today.
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I know what They want. They are angry. I wasn’t supposed to escape. I don’t want to do this, but I won’t endanger anyone else who lives here.
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I’ll leave the photos, camera, and journal in my desk for safe keeping. That way people will understand what I saw, at least partially. People will hear the story of the townspeople of Blackwood. That is the reason I’m posting this. So more of you know.
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I have accepted my fate. After I post this, I will walk to the gate, and I will be taken. I don’t know for sure, but I think I will become one of Them, cursed to walk Blackwood Forest forever. My consciousness will be left a fragment, my humanity gone, as I walk the forest and wail, screech, and growl. This is the end for me. If anyone cares, my name is Daniel. I am 29 years old. I live in Greyrock Springs. If you come here, to find me or Blackwood or those things, or maybe even the pictures and journal, remember one thing.
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Never go into Blackwood Forest.

So recently I’ve had a few issues come up with my NF regarding expectations, roles & responsibilities, and boundaries. Full disclosure we don’t have a contract (I’ve been with them for 3.5 years) I know bad move on my part but I didn’t stumble onto this thread until probably a year ago so didn’t realize this was a thing. Context follows for those who want it. If not, skip the next paragraph.
I’m salaried (still get time and a half after 40 hours) and some weeks I may only work 25, making this a pretty good gig. Full transparency, i make roughly 30k/year taxed. We landed on this after I told my NF I wasn’t making enough to live so I could either drop down to set hours to get a second job or I would need to be paid more. My hours are weird (6:30am-8 some mornings to bring kids to school) and then the afternoons and some weekends. Their biggest concern was having care when kids were sick from school, working through holiday breaks, date nights, etc. so the expectation was that I would make this set amount and be available up to 40 hours a week. I also started coming in to do moderate house cleaning (kitchen, living room, vacuuming) and do weekly grocery shopping (going to 3-5 stores every week) This has since become somewhat of a nightmare. I never have a set schedule made before the start of a week so often I’m getting my hours the day prior (including weekends) so my ability to make plans in advance even in my personal life is nonexistent.
This past week, dad texted me about babysitting for a date night, told me the reservation time was 6:30 and asked if I could work “until” to which I agreed. Previously mom said she had to work that day, but given conversation with dad afterwards, I was under the impression that 6:30 was new time they needed me. Mom texted me the night before to confirm I was coming in at 8am. Very confused I mentioned I thought the reservations were at 6:30. She said she had to work and that me being with the kids all day was priority number one. I explained I understood, was just confused based on conversation with dad. She then proceeded to tell me “just know he has no idea what’s going on with the kids at anytime so in the future, reach out and double check with me to confirm final schedule” followed by “and if you can’t do tomorrow, that’s okay. I’m really tired I wouldn’t mind an excuse not to go” Honestly, the whole interaction made me super uncomfortable because I felt that mom was in a way asking me to fall on the sword so she could skip her dinner without upsetting him and blame it on me not wanting to work a 12+ hour day. Additionally, it’s putting a lot of the responsibility on me to work out my own hours and coordination of schedules because they don’t communicate with each other beforehand, during, or after asking me to do things? It’s a lot of “check with him and figure it out” or “check with him and tell me what he says” I feel like they should be speaking with each other and then asking me for the things they need once they know the schedule.
I get to work the next day and I’m asked to do all of the laundry from a 10 day vacation (both child and adult on top of the normal laundry that was at the house—four loads total) which took me off guard because typically I’m asked to not wash adult clothes (she has certain things that are delicate etc) but I do that happily because I want to be helpful. This week I was also asked to do a grocery run to get “essentials” with no list so their fridge would be stacked when they got home from vacation and do a two hour round trip drive to go get their dog from boarding.
They end up going to dinner and 5B has epic tantrum right before bed, which is not out of the norm as he has some pretty moderate to severe behavioral struggles. They ended up coming home around 8:30 and mom went up to do damage control because he was still crying and upset and I was folding/putting away laundry. She came back downstairs and made it a point to tell me that 5B said “he didn’t think I should be their nanny anymore and that I don’t love him”. I know kids say things they don’t mean all the time but the fact that she would make a point to tell me that…. I don’t know if it felt like a threat that I might lose my job but more so a jab to insinuate that I’m a bad nanny. I’ve tried numerous times to have discussions with them about how they want me to handle his tantrums because he will scream at me and tell me to get out of the room he’s in, go away, hit me, tell me he hates me etc and on top of that will refuse to do anything i ask (including bath, bedtime routine, etc). I have never been able to get a solid answer or feedback on this and it’s left me feeling very helpless.
Finally today I get a text of a pile of food on the floor (all stuff she asked me to buy specifically for her over the last few weeks) and a text that says “All of this is expired…please always feel free to toss out anything expired”. Cleaning out the fridge has never been stated as one of my responsibilities, although from time to time I will take it upon myself to clear out leftovers I know are old and am always on top of making sure the kids aren’t eating moldy fruit or expired yogurt. I respond and explain I’m usually hesitant to throw away the adults stuff (do you guys throw away like $50+ of food out of your NF’s fridge????) but said if she would like me to add that to my list of weekly responsibilities, I’m happy to do so. She leaves me on read and later sends me a second full grocery list to do tomorrow. Did I mention I pay for their groceries and have to wait to be reimbursed by dad? He still owes me $300 from the grocery trip two days ago. :)
I feel frustrated because there seems to be a lot of animosity around me not doing specific things that I’m unaware are expected of me or doing things in a way they don’t agree with. They don’t take the initiative to address things (unless it’s something really big) and now I feel like I need to call a meeting or something to clear the air and address the backhanded comments. The work environment is starting to get so uncomfortable it’s making me question if I want to continue with them.
If anyone has advice on how to handle this, how to ask for a meeting, if I should quit, AITA, literally anything is appreciated.

So I just started working at a grocery store (I’ve been there a few weeks) and I have noticed that the two front end managers are very rude to me and I’m not sure why.
Since the day I started, none of them e even introduced themselves to me and would stare at me as if just looking for something to comment about. I worked in a grocery store previously for two years, so it’s not like I’m aloof and they know this. I am the only younger girl (19f) who works the morning shift. I’m not sure if this is why.
There are a few incidents where it was very obvious that they were targeting me and my coworkers even commented. The first incident with the manager I was the on register by myself and my line was all the way back to the isle. I had to get cash back for a customer and so I walked to the manager desk and asked if she could get me more money so I could give the customer cash back. She literlaly shrugged me off and continued to talk with her coworkers.
I went back to my register and told her the manager would be otw. She never came, and so she stood to the side and I started the next customer. This customer also needed cash back. This is probably 10 minutes the first customer has been and she is watching my manger just sitting there laughing as well. So I walk back over and tell her I need more cashapp back. And she finally gets it. The customers also said it was very rude and unprofessional of her, and even asked to speak to the manger. And she said she was the manger….
The second incident, was with dress code. So our uniform is a company shirt and black pants. I wore black jeans since day 1, and the store gm even told me that they were appropriate during my interview. So I noticed the other girls wearing leggings with nothing ever being said to them, so I thought it was okay to wear leggings as well. Especially since I workout so my legs are often sore and they are more comfortable.
So I wore leggings. Boom this same manger calls me into her office over the loud speaker…. And tells me I’m dressed inappropriat and I cannot wear leggings again. I thought this was very unfair as all of the other women wears leggings and the other mangers do as well. One of the mangers that was in the office with her was literally wearing them…
But I just said okay because sure, leggings can be seen as inappropriate.
But today, I got called out for dress code publicly and loudly for wearing JEANS. The same jeans I wore since day 1. The manager says, I have to go buy khakis or slacks. And I was ver confused, and I ask her, “did the dress code change?” And she says no, I’m breaking dress code. I tell her that the gm literally told me my pants were appropriate and she said if I wanted to argue she’d pribr out the dress code just for me
Mind you NO ONE In the entire store is wearing work slacks… like not a single employee. One of the other cashiers is literally wearing blue jeans and blue crocs… completely not in dress code.
Am I not being targeted here?
I am completely professional at work. I simply want to do my job and go home. I interact well with customers and get praised by them and my gm often. I show up on time, and even stay later every time they ask(I need the hours anyway).
How do I approach this? And why are they treating me like this? I keep my head down and a I don’t bother them nor talk unless necessary.

I’m referring to his comments at Chrissy’s intervention. I believe he says he writes “nothing” down.
I wonder how strict he kept to that rule.
Even when he went to the grocery store, he never drew up a list?