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Since we started living together, I noticed she is always near her phone. Even though we have agreed to full access to our phones, I feel like she is hiding texts and calls.
One time, I came into the bathroom and she didn’t notice her friend text her what appeared to be a dick pic. She jumped to her phone and denied instantly and has denied it since.
And this has been a constant issue with us. She demands loyalty from me but she I feel she is hiding messages. What should I do because I feel like she is lying and it leaves me feeling insecure and like I’m being played.
I had my fun in life and I am ready to settle down but I don’t know if she is the right person to settle down with. What should I do?

I have been reading all of the chatter about the schools and my experiences were completely different.
I went to Minnesota schools, if it makes a difference the grade school I was able to read any book I wanted for book reports. I read Science Fiction primarily, nobody seemed to care when I wrote reports on a Roger Zelazny book. I read pretty much anything I wanted.
Yeah, I had all the "right" answers in religion class, but I also was inquisitive.
High School: I had a pastor lead religion class and OPENLY QUESTION (not jokingly, he meant it) the rules surrounding women voting in the church. Granted, it's not a big leap forwards, but nobody talks about it.
Most of the trash experiences I just didn't see.
Granted, I'm male, so I'm not going to see the absolute worst stuff, but I didn't see the antisemitism (even when I mentioned my great great grandma Israel), I didn't see black students treated badly, perhaps a bit too enthusiastic in welcoming them, but I didn't see any overt racism.
There was a sex scandal at the high school but it was years after I left. (2008, I left in 99). Inexcusable, of course, and I only found out recently...
Regardless, I feel somewhat of a need to leave WELS, but I hesitate to leave Christianity as a whole, or even Lutheran teachings.
My mental illness nearly killed me and only my faith prevented me from... making a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
I don't (quite) take the bible as literal truth, but it has value that I still see.
I have read extensively on evolution, the Big Bang, etc. I "get it" but I still think faith has value. I just can't forge the right path forwards.
I believe in Christ, as he is taught by WELS. In the sacraments the same way, I know MLS is an option and they seem welcoming. I just.... I'm not there... ?yet?... if that's OK?

I'm J. I haven't dated in a long time. I don't have many friends. I spend a lot of time alone. I'm essentially a loner.
This is me: https://imgur.com/a/aMJYj1L
I'm looking for an Asian girlfriend under 30 near Downey.
About me: I'm a CSULB junior. Got a busted heart. Pretty kind and sweet. Passionate. A writer wanting to get back into acting. Geek. Patient.

Hello I am 20F, I’m a college student, and ever since I worked on a little project with a guy in my class (Theo) he’s been hitting on me in pretty creepy ways. Rubbing my thigh, I’m pretty sure he sniffed my hair a time or two, and once when we were in the library, I got up to get a drink of water and I saw him drop his wallet near my seat, and he sniffed it when he bent down to pick it up. Yep.
He’s kind of a chubby asian guy, I think he’s a freshman so a year or so younger than me, he’s pretty greasy, not great hygiene, I’m sure he’s totally the kind of guy with like a waifu body pillow and 500 anime dolls in his dorm lmao.
Here’s the thing; I have a big time four letter r-word fetish, and something about this whole thing really excites me. I’ve led guys on at frat parties before and had some encounters that were red-hot for me, but let’s just say, the other guy(s) 100% thought it was non-consensual.
The end goal here is that I want this guy to take me by force. I don’t want him to know that I want it, and I want him to think he’s…you know…committing the r-word on me. But I also don’t want to die lmao. If the answer is “this comes with the territory, deal with it” I’d accept that. I’ve just never done something like this before.
I want to implicitly encourage his delusions without him actually having any justifiable ground for thinking I’d want it. Ideally we go back to his dorm under purely platonic conditions and he takes advantage or something. I have no idea where to post this, I know I’m a real freak, trust me I always have been, but this is just something I want. I’ve lost trusted friends when I’ve told them about this fetish/fantasy I like to pursue, so before you yell at me or call me a horrible person just know I’ve heard it all before. If there’s somewhere else better to post this, let me know and I’ll matriculate there.

Alright well, I just opened my 14th US rejection😭😭..... I applied to many schools in the US this year including safeties like Drexel, Tufts, Colgate, Colby, etc. all the way to reaches like MIT, JHU, IVIES, DUKE, and Stanford. I have a solid 1550+ SAT Score,4 GPA UW, and extra-ordinary extracurriculars ( or so my counselor had said) with numerous national and International awards.
ALSO I have already been accepted to the very very best universities in the UK, Australia, and Canada but when it comes to the US I did apply for substantial Financial Aid. Outside the US I got accepted nearly EVERYWHERE I applied including multiple T20's but LITERALLY, all my US options so far have REJECTED ME... I am in a state of complete RUINS right now as I depended on a good uni in the US to give me financial aid.
Day by Day my hopes are going down, I was very confident about Ivies back a month ago but now I am panicking. What is your opinion? Is there even a slight hope for something good this IVY Day for me?? What went wrong?? (Was it just the financial aid or something else too). WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!😭😭😭😭
(International High School Senior Student)

I'm in Wayne county. Are there any ranges in Wayne or surrounding counties. That go out to 400 yards or more? The longest I found was in Clyde and it went to 300 yards.
I'd be willing to do a little bit of driving.
Thanks fellas

In Nov 2016 I met this girl through a groups of friends. Our group had some really fun parties and game nights. Those are fond memories. She was dating this guy at the time. But a few months into the new year she broke up with him and we started hanging out one on one very soon after. I think it was obvious to everyone in our group that we had a crush on eachother even when she was dating the other guy. It's impossible to explain through text but we really vibed. We were both in grad school. At the end of that spring she graduated and moved ~3 hours away for a job. I was getting my PhD and had 2-3 years left (what sucks even more is that around that time I was becoming disinterested in my studies by I continued anyways). We travelled to each other a few times after her move. Then at the end of that June I went on vacation with my family, and when I came back things started to crumble. The distance just messed everything up.
The memories are fuzzy. But I think she felt that I didn't give her enough attention when I wasn't physically with her. I do tend to unintentionally neglect people when I'm not physically near them. Then I think once I felt the relationship slipping I convinced myself that the distance probably isn't realistic. But neither of us definitively said, "I want to break up with you" or something of that sort.
I don't think either of us really new what happened. Sometimes you just hit an awkward snag and the relationship doesn't recover. I have gone on dates here and there since then. But I haven't been in a serious relationship since then. We would text once or twice a year, amicably. We had an extended text convo around Christmas 2019, I think. Dare I say, it actually felt slightly flirty at one point. We even both said something along the lines of "Sometimes I wonder how you're doing" and she mentioned how she was fed up with dating. Then sometime in the following spring she texted me out of the blue with a Death Cab song. We both bonded over Death Cab and we intended to see them in August of the summer we broke up.
A week ago I found out that she (32) is getting married at the end of June. It made me feel sick to my stomach. I cried. All these years later and I cried. Should I have quit my Phd that I was no longer passionate about anyway and move with her and wing it for a job? Maybe I wouldn't have a well-paying job like I do now, but maybe I would be happier? The most recent text we exchanged was last October for her birthday. She thanked me and then I asked how she was. She didn't respond. In hindsight I could conclude it was because she was engaged at that point. But to be honest I also know that tends to be her texting habit. Some people put the phone down and forget it. Of course wishful thinking has me more convinced of the latter.
I feel the need to text her now. But not to convince her to call off the wedding or anything crazy like that. I need to know how she remembers things. And also to establish if she's ok with continuing to talk even though she is marrying someone else (I would have to tell her I found out about her wedding though). I'm 31, which isn't that old, but I can feel time flying by and I am starting to fear that I missed an opportunity. It is heartbreaking to think that we won't have conversations like we did when we were dating ever again.
PS: Regarding the parenthetical statement, I'm thinking of initiating the convo with a half-truth. It might backfire if I tell her that I found out she is getting married because it might seem stalkerish. Instead I want to tell her that I recently moved (new beginnings yada yada) and it caused me to reflect on the past. Also, I was thinking of texting her during the workday b/c I don't want her being around her SO when she reads it.
PPS: A really personal but very probably important detail. We actually never had sex. 3 reasons:

1. For some reason my younger self was convinced that girls want to wait a stupid amount of time (like months) before having sex in a serious relationship. I've done this in other past relationships and the older I get the more stupid I realize it was.
2. She told me that she prostituted herself to support her and her son. She was a single mother of a 5 year old and I guess was feeling financial pressure. I felt like this was probably emotionally damaging to her, and like the former reason, I felt like waiting would be best.
3. I think I was desensitized from watching porn. At that time I had watched porn/masturbated probably almost everyday of my life since early high school. Forcing myself to be honest here, this is probably the biggest contributor.

I never told her these reasons. I think she was under the impression that I was just prude. Idk, it might be way too emotional to bring up those up now. But then again, life is too short to not tell people how you feel?
TL;DR Please read the whole thing, but basically: I dated a girl 6 years ago, things seemed to end prematurely due to distance, she is getting married soon, should I contact her and talk about the way things ended?

In my practice I recite the following in Sanskrit:

• Homage to the Buddha
• Refuge in the triple gem
• The five precepts

I’m wondering what else I should add to this. Maybe a stotra or something.
Near me is a temple in the tradition of Acāriya Chah. I haven’t had a chance to see how pūja is conducted there, only dharma talks where there is the standard homage to the Buddha. I assume it is more or less similar to other Theravādin temples’ liturgy. I’m thinking of incorporating stuff from their liturgy into my daily practice.
What do you chant at your temple and what do you recite as a part of your practice? Are these much different?

A pipe burst in my building a few days back. It one of those big hughrises. The pipe was a big one, rivers in the hallways and water raining from my ceilings. No communication from property manament during the whole ordeal. This is kind of common though the unit I'm renting got hit a little harder then usual this time. Luckily none of my stuff was damaged just walls and ceilings needed to be ripped out.
I got the usual cover their ass response from the building devopers as the units here are new and under warranty. As a renter I feel like they are screwing me pretty bad.
Ontop of all the usual renovation noise keeping me from some much needed sleep I Currently I have 2 industrial blowers and and a huge dehumidifier about 4 feet from my bed. These where installed without explanation. They make about 84 decibels of noise. I needed to ask about 4 differnt people before some insurance guy explained. These will be running for 3 days straight. Im working jobs from home so had to canell metting because of the noise. I've been told I will need to wear earplugs to avoid noise damage. Also we lost elevators. It can take 30 to 40 min to leave or return to my unit.
I eventually received a tone deaf email with "we know this is hard but bear with us" from property managment. And one from my landlords local handlers which was just a copy pasta of the other one.
Developers and insurance guys came to my door on nearly 10 differnt occasions mostly during dinner and usually just needing pictures of the fans. Apprently this situation gives them permission to just enter my home wherever they want. And they are not at all polite about it.
Does anyone know what my rights are here? The foreign investors who own the place will probably get a nice payout but what do I get for this? Sleep deprivation, hearing damage and a massive hydro bill?

So it would seem the last time I had a flat and drove in on my spare donut, Discount Tire (despite the name it’s a major chain in the US and not some fly by night podunk hellhole, for the international crowd) kept. Or maybe they didn’t keep it, but they definitely didn’t put it back. I know this because… well it’s not there. When I discovered it was missing the other day I went to the same shop. They had the record of the repair. And that’s it. Nothing to indicate I’d come in on the spare. No spare hiding in storage. So nothing they could do except suggest I buy a new one. I’m not going to war with them over this. I’ll write one more email but that’s it.
I know the VW 18” wheel isn’t super common but is there any chance another car besides the GTI uses the same part? The Tiguan maybe? I ask because there are plenty of salvage yards and Austin has like 200,000 college kids, so chances are good I could find a scrapped VW. If the dimensions and lug pattern are the same… Otherwise it’s a can of fix-a-flat and a DC compressor. Good enough for the Porsche guys, good enough for me no guess.

Mid-plat elo so not super high.
I just played a game as a melee top against a Kayle who just soaked exp and farmed under turret for nearly half an hour. It was mind-numbingly boring. She would never ever leave the lane except to TP back, so if I went to roam she'd push in with a ward. She ended up 0-0 at 31 mins.
The lane went well and I had a lead on CS, but that's not what this post is about. I need advice on the mental aspect of doing absolutely nothing but last hitting for 30 straight minutes, with the odd herald rotation. It was so uninteractive and boring that it made me want to ALT+F4 even though our team had the lead.
I know these lanes are few and far between, but how do you guys deal with this? I'd even say that it frustrates me significantly more than being smacked. At least I'm doing something.

Sorry for possible weird formatting, I'm on mobile and I haven't used Reddit in a few months.
My (14 Enby) Grandfather (Mid-late 60's) unfortunately passed away on March 7th of this year. I didn't find out until the next day, but even then I only cried for maybe a half hour at most.
Of course I was sad, but I almost felt numb? I'm not sure, whenever I try to remember the last two weeks, its a blur. But today, god, it's like it's finally hitting me.
A few years back, I was just starting to learn how to sew properly. I was absolutely horrendous, but I was having fun. I remember that I saw this fabric, it was a dark green fabric with deer's and trees on it on believe. My grandfather loved that kind of thing, so I decided I'd make him a gift, a pillow.
It was actually god awful, it was uneven, filled with the cotton you'd find in stuffed toys, and had a big bulk of thread on one side since I couldn't get it to close well. Still, I was quite proud of it. It was my first proper sewing project, after all. I showed it to my mom, who then gladly gave it to my grandfather. When he came to visit (back when he could still drive), he was incredibly thankful for it. He flaunted it to anyone and everyone, he loved it so much.
I finally saw him about 4 days before he passed, and his state was absolutely heartbreaking. I finally realized why no one ever allowed me to see him, it looked like every breath he took was painful. But, I was nearly brought to tears when I saw that he had the pillow I made him with him. He was laying on it, he still cherished it, even when he had lost majority of his abilities. I don't know how I didn't break down right then and there.
Today, my mom brought back his ashes. I had no idea what to do, so I cracked a few jokes. It's so strange, seeing a man who I hugged just two weeks ago, reduced to inside a small box. I couldn't bring myself to open it. I finally asked my mom about that pillow I made him, since I desperately wanted it. She was incredibly apologetic, saying that nobody had visited that room since he passed, and that they most likely threw that pillow out.
I can't stop my tears as I wrote this. How dare they, how dare they even have the opportunity to throw that out. That pillow meant so much to him, to us. It was one of the last things I ever got to give him, before he was sent to the nursing home. I miss him so fucking much, and all I want right now is that shitty pillow I made when I was 10.

Hello I'm John living near the ATL looking for an older woman for connection. Someone to go out with whether it be dinner, a hike, or whatever activity you would like to do together. I'm an African American male, curly hair and fit with no preference for the woman. Looking for someone to share conversation and activities with that will lead to something more.
My hobbies are photography, sports, gardening, music cooking and hiking to name a few. I do travel to Atlanta often but I do live in Central Georgia. Travel isn't too much of an issue for me. If you are interested send me a message will be glad to meet someone new.

The content in this document describes various superstitious beliefs prevalent in the USSR, such as the belief that a black cat crossing one's path brings misfortune, or that sweeping the floor on the day of a loved one's departure can sweep away their spirit. The beliefs range from lucky charms, like finding a horseshoe, to omens of death, like the forget-me-nots not opening up on Ivanov's day. The article concludes that these superstitions are still part of daily life in the USSR, despite the government's attempts to eradicate them. Be aware some of these contents are hilarious. Lulz
Facts
🐱 If a black cat crosses someone's path, it is believed that misfortune will happen.
🐇 If a rabbit crosses someone's path, it is considered a bad omen.
🔄 After encountering a black cat or rabbit, it is necessary to turn around three times on the same spot and then proceed on one's way.
🔢 The number 13 is considered an unlucky number.
📅 Monday is considered a bad day and it is not recommended to undertake a long trip on this day.
🧹 It is believed that sweeping the floor on the day when someone from the household or circle of close friends departs on a trip would sweep away their spirit.
🦗 If a cricket appears in the house, it means that residents will be evicted or driven out of their house.
🐕 If a dog howls near the house, it means that it smells or senses either a fire or a corpse.
🚶‍♂️ If a person is in a bad mood, it is believed that they stopped on their right foot as they got out of bed, so it is best to stop on the left foot first in getting out of bed.
🕯️ It is recommended to cross oneself and say a prayer during nearby lightning and clap of thunder, thereby cleansing the soul before the Almighty.
🌱 On Trinity (a religious holiday), in the villages a small birch tree is stuck into the ground before the house so that in case God comes there will be one place for him to sit in the shade.
💀 In a house where there is a corpse, the mirrors are covered, and a watch is kept at the coffin of a dead person at night, allegedly to protect the spirit, which on the 40th day will rise to heaven.
💰 If the palm of one's hand itches, it means they will receive money, and if their eyelid itches during the daytime, the left eyelid means good luck, and the right eyelid means bad luck.
📍 When someone finds a needle, if the sharp end lies away from them, that is considered good, and if it is toward them, it is bad. If they find a horseshoe, the open end lying toward them is good, and the open end lying away from them is bad.
🔥 When a wood fire is burning in a fireplace, if sparks fly off, it means that a guest will arrive.
[https://www.cia.gov/readingroom/docs/CIA-RDP80-00809A000600020029-4.pdf]

I know -- inflation, but wtf. The fries weren't for me or I would've just said nvm. Location was near Champlain, if that means anything.

Sometimes google will LIE to me (smh) and tell me a liquor store is open when it isn’t, so I have decided to come to all of you
What liquor stores on/ near campus are open past 11?

In your opinion whats the greatest lupe verse ever ?
For me it has to be the 1st verse on failure . That whole thing is ridiculous every line is damn near a quadruple entendre.
Anyways so what lupe verse yall consider the greatest ?

I’m surprised I haven’t seen anyone talk about this before, but I have been so annoyed and stressed recently due to all of the outdated information everywhere when it comes to classes. I can’t seem to find one place with consistent information. I’ve been trying to do research for minors (Music and Physical Anthropology) as well as my Gen Eds and major electives, and none of the information lines up with what classes are still available.
Literally half or more of the electives listed for the Physical Anthropology minor don’t exist anymore, the music department does not seem to give consistent information regarding what classes are available to minors and what semesters those classes are, the New Gen Ed program literally has established, advertised themes that don’t have a single class that apply to them yet (I particularly want to do Origins and Evolution but that’s one of them), and the Math/Science elective options for CSE have incorrect credit hours and contains classes that don’t exist anymore. It makes finding classes that fit multiple requirements or meet my interests nearly impossible. CSE is especially concerning because their sample schedule has us taking 16-18 credit hours a semester while also assuming we can take the least amount of classes possible for the elective and Gen Ed requirements. The fact that advisors are so overworked that they miss half of my emails makes it even worse.
That all being said, am I alone on this? I’ve searched around a ton, and I haven’t really seen anyone talk about this when it’s been such a difficult roadblock for me. Let me know what you all think. I wish there was a way to improve this.

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Greetings Sobernauts! We made it through this week and now we are off to the weekend. I want to thank all of you for being so awesome and considerate this week. It has been a great experience hosting the DCI. A major thank you to u/sainthomer for guiding me this week. If you are thinking of hosting and have 30 days or more of sobriety, reach on out to u/sainthomer. You are all so inspiring to me. I am grateful to this group for providing me a place to 'show up' and not feel so alone on this journey, the sober path.
I am a little out of gas from a long work week and I am so excited to go to sleep! For those of you just waking to the sunrise, I hope this day brings you peace and calm. IWNDWYT!!

It was a beautiful day in the fall, and though being in the middle of nowhere in Ohio isn’t exactly my ideal setting for an assignment, it could have been worse. Opening my windows, listening to music, and getting a good whiff of country air is a nice contrast to being cooped up in cities like I’m used to. The sight of brown stalks of corn populating the miles of fields along the road was welcome, as was the cool and clean smell of the air. It’s a good thing these jobs don’t involve much interaction with people. Unfortunately, some level of interaction is inevitable.
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On my way to this one, I got a speeding ticket from a cop at some little local department. Though I was, in fact, speeding, I got the feeling that he also didn’t so much like seeing a fed in his neck of the woods. The local police aren’t a fan of us, so I’ve come to learn. They tend to get suspicious of us, thinking we’re up to some top-secret mission behind their backs. I guess they would be right.
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I kept driving down the gravel road until the navigation let me know my destination was coming up on the right. Turning down the radio as I approached, I glanced toward the empty fields and the woods that met them beyond. I then turned into the long dirt driveway leading to our civilians’ house and garage.
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I rolled up and parked with my trunk facing the porch. Stepping out, I got another whiff of the fresh country air and looked at the area of operations that lay before me. I was surprised at the amount of land and space that I had at my disposal. Space is good for these jobs. Additionally, I was informed that there weren’t any neighbors close enough to worry about. I couldn’t have asked for a better setting.
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After stretching and letting out a light sigh, I decided it was time to get to work. I pulled the keychain out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. It seemed like a nice enough place. It was certainly nothing worth complaining about given the conditions of houses I’ve faced in my previous assignments. I went back outside to my massive, government-issued vehicle and opened the trunk.
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I pulled the first couple of duffel bags worth of equipment out and brought them inside. The kitchen was as good a place as any to set up. After making five or six trips of dragging heavy bags and boxes of my junk into the house, I went back outside to open the garage. Thank God we were able to catch this case early and the civilians were able to make it out in time. It also meant I got room in the garage to park this thing. All that remained in the truck was the large metallic box, but I wasn’t going to need that until later.
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I shut the trunk and pulled my vehicle into the garage, closing it on my way out. I stepped back into the house where I changed from my suit to my gear. Wearing the suit all day annoys me but I suppose the higher-ups want us to look like good, “friendly” feds to the public. The public has no idea the kind of monsters we are.
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I unpacked box after box of equipment and weapons. I loaded up my Glock 17 with its extended 30-round magazine just as I did with my standard .556 rifle. I checked the laser sights on both. All good. Next was my favorite, the.338 with the best scope you could ever ask for. It sure is nice having a virtually infinite budget. Perks of working for the US federal government I suppose. The final firearm I brought was my personal .357 magnum revolver that I kept holstered on my chest. I figure it’s never a bad idea to have one more gun, just in case. Maybe I should have brought more on this one. If things got too close, I always had my hunting knife. I sharpened it that morning before heading out.
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The next few hours consisted of me going out into the woods near the house in various places and setting up dozens of my little cameras equipped with motion sensors. They were there to give me an idea of the location of anything that got brave enough to get close to the fields that surrounded the house, I would be able to know about anything that was coming to me. I didn’t take too much caution in setting them up. Things never get interesting until nightfall.
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I returned to the house where I turned on my laptop and assured that all the cameras were connected and working. I could see every single one of them from there and would know if anything so much as moved. I then got situated on a chair by the kitchen table, where I opened the window and set up my .338 rifle to watch the fields with.
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I suppose it would be worth mentioning why I’m out here, setting up fancy equipment in the woods and loading up an arsenal of guns while I’m alone in a farmhouse that isn’t mine. Let’s back it up.
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March 1st, 2017, 3:33 am, Iowa
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Dispatch gets a call from a local farmer. He claims to be looking at a figure standing still at the edge of a treeline on his property. The description given by the farmer was that of a man of average stature and build, clothed in a loose black or grey shirt and trousers and a large-brimmed hat.
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The farmer tells dispatch that he had awoken abruptly roughly an hour earlier, unspecified as to why. He spotted the figure outside his kitchen window soon after. The figure had been standing near the edge of a row of trees. It was facing the house and hadn’t moved a muscle since the farmer noticed him. The farmer quickly retrieved his rifle and walked out onto his lawn, proceeding to brandish his firearm and tell the trespasser that this property was his and to leave immediately. The farmer, seeing that the man remained unthreatened by his warning and display of a firearm, retreaded back into his home to retrieve his phone and call 9-1-1 as he continued to watch the figure from his porch.
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During this call, the farmer’s voice was noticeably nervous and frightened. The desperate tone and quivering speech continued to worsen as he went on explaining the situation to dispatch. Dispatch instructed the farmer to remain where he stood and not to approach the trespasser. Dispatch reassured the farmer that the police were on their way. A few quiet and uneventful minutes passed. Then, without warning, the farmer let out a horrified scream through the phone. The call was disconnected seconds later.
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The police began their over 40-minute drive to the residence. Halfway to their arrival, multiple new calls were coming to dispatch from the farmer’s neighbors. They reported seeing a large stack of smoke coming from the farmer’s home, and the closest reported seeing the house on fire.
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By the time police arrived, the house had burned to the ground. The fire department arrived shortly after but oddly enough, the fire had completely subsided. What remained was the charred crumbs of what was once a house. The firefighters that arrived on site were bewildered by how quickly the fire must have burned the house. There was no explanation they could fathom.
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The police searched the nearby fields and woods for the farmer and alleged trespasser to no avail, however, their search was quickly called back upon the findings of the firefighters in the house. The man’s charred bones were found beneath the rubble but not as they should have been. It became clear after further investigation that the man’s limbs were ripped from his body before it was incinerated at an impossible speed. 4 .308 bullet casings were found where the porch of the house used to be. The rifle was found just outside of the house, unscathed despite its proximity to such a violent fire. Forensics confirmed that the rifle had fired these casings but the bullets themselves were never found.
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This was the first, but far from the last.
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October 28th, 2017, 11:07 pm, Montana
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Dispatch gets a call from a rancher who spotted a woman in an old-fashioned black and white dress and wearing a linen cap. The rancher claimed the woman was standing amongst his cattle and not moving. The rancher expressed no panic or concern for his safety over the phone, but rather a concern for the woman in the field. The rancher also noted that his cattle kept their distance around the woman.
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An ambulance arrived at 11:29. Paramedics found no trace of the alleged woman. They walked to the entrance of the rancher’s house and discovered his door to be unlocked and open. After calling for the rancher and getting no response, they stepped inside to be greeted by the corpse of the rancher, hanging from a noose in his stairwell. The man had no history of mental illness and none of his relatives or acquaintances had any reason to believe he was suicidal. Additionally, an autopsy report concluded that both arms were broken in multiple places as well as every finger as if they had been crumpled together by a great force. He could not have tied the noose himself.
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November 29th, 2018, 2:06 am, Wisconsin
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Dispatch gets a call from another farmer. He had spotted a woman in an old black and white dress and linen cap. The woman had been standing in the long driveway from the road to his house, lit by the lamp that covered it. She stood motionless in the cold, windy, and heavily snowing weather. The farmer and his wife were later found under a collapsed wall of their crumpled house with stones placed on top. They had been placed in a seemingly orderly fashion until there was enough weight to crush their bones.
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This happens to be the first incident we have on record with photo evidence. A trail cam owned by the farmer and his wife a few acres away from the house caught a picture the night of the incident. It caught a picture of the woman exactly as the farmer had described. Black and white dress, white linen camp. It looked as though she had stepped through time from hundreds of years before and placed like a mannequin in front of the camera.
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May 30th, 2019, Minnesota
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September 3rd, 2019, Nebraska
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January 4th, 2020, South Dakota
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I could go on but the point is that these incidents have been happening more and more frequently and they aren’t stopping. We do know what they are, or at least what they’re supposed to represent to us.
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Every single one of these “people” lived in North America during the witch trials. We don’t believe they were the ones who were executed. We believe they were the ones who made the accusations, the ones who got their neighbors killed, the ones who carried out the executions and now they’re back to kill again.
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Luckily, my department picked up on these patterns early on and designated a team to deal with them. There are a few hundred of us. I am in the dark about what everyone does exactly. I haven’t met many but I do know that some find potential incidents, some investigate, some deal with the cover-up and handling the publicity, and then, of course, there are the ones you send in to eradicate the problem. That’s where I come in.
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I am here to hunt them down, to put them back in their graves so it would seem. Sometimes I get here before they’ve claimed a victim, sometimes after. But their reign of terror comes to an end with me. They’ve never gotten away from me, and I have never failed an assignment. I didn’t plan on this night being any different.
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A beep sounded from my laptop screen as an outline from one of the cameras lit up, indicating that the motion sensor detected movement. It had been quiet since I set it up, there was not even the slightest sign of wildlife. No deer, no squirrels, nothing. I leaned forward and intently examined the camera that had been triggered. There was nothing to see. Another sensor triggered. Again, the camera showed nothing. My eyes darted from camera to camera, looking for motion. Another camera triggered, though all that I caught sight of was a shaking tree branch. There was no wind today. Another. This time I saw it. A dog-looking figure darted across the camera in only a few frames, but I knew it was no dog.
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I turned my attention from the cameras to the field in front of me, where the movement had come from. I got behind my rifle and looked down the scope to the treeline in the distance. My heart began to pound in my chest at an intense tempo.
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I could feel the adrenaline kicking in while I scanned the edge of the field for movement. All that greeted me was the orange glint of the setting sun on the treeline and the tiny shadows of the little stumps of corn stalks in the otherwise empty field. It was silent. Not even a wind accompanied me this evening, though I can’t complain. It’s better for shooting.
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For a few minutes, I continued to run my scope along the treeline, occasionally getting a peek with my own eyes. It was during one of these peeks when I noticed a color out of place, in between a couple of trees on the other side of the field—some sort of black-and-white spec that was there not a second before. I lowered my head down, back behind the scope, and centered it. As I steadied the scope, a man-like figure standing at the edge of the field came into focus.
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It wore black, tattered rags of clothing that hung loosely on its rigid frame. It stood still, stiff as a board. Its eyes were fixed on something ahead of it. It took me a moment to realize it was focused on me. It didn’t move a muscle, not even blinking as it stared.
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I came to my senses and prepared to do my job. I flipped the safety off of my rifle and centered my crosshairs on its chest. I began to breathe deeply, my finger on the trigger, ready to pull but I didn’t take the shot, not yet. I saw it start to move.
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Even with the distance between us, my scope made the picture of this figure clear as day. The movement came from only one part of its body; its mouth. First, its crusty lips detached from one another and the mouth began to open. Steadily, it opened more, and more all the while the rest of its body and head remained fixed. Its jaw sank to what should have been all the more it could, but it didn’t stop. It fell further, dipping down below its chest, its skin like a stretched rubber band waiting to snap, though it didn’t, it kept stretching.
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Still stiff as a board, the man-like thing remained with its eyes locked on me while its mouth sat open, impossibly wide. It stood still with its hanging jaw for a moment, a moment I shouldn’t have given it. Now I knew I had my target. I began to apply pressure to the trigger before I was stopped, shaken by a force.
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A scream, like a choir of souls in despair being dragged off to hell, with the power of a thousand horns sounding the start of a medieval battle rung through the fields. Its volume caused flocks of birds in the nearby trees to fly away in a panic, its bass shuddered through my chest and left me too hypnotized to pull the trigger. I’ll never get used to hearing one of them scream.
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“Here we go”
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I muttered to myself, the only thought I could conjure from my brain at the moment.
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Closing its mouth, it leaped forward and reached for the ground in front of it with its hands fixed like claws. As soon as they met the ground, the feet followed and planted themselves quickly so that it could boost itself forward once again. It had begun its terrible charge. All the while, its face remained fixed on me, rotting teeth exposed and clenched in rage. The speed at which it rushed across the empty field would make a deer running for its life look lazy in comparison, but I was the prey here.
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Though my heart began to race at the sight of this abomination barreling toward me, this anomaly of hatred and hunger bound to flesh, I remained calm. I began to steady my breathing, taking control of each breath, in and out.
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Inhale. Exhale.
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Inhale. Exhale.
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Inhale. Exhale.
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Squeeze.
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The crack of the shot rang out through the dimming sky and the field before me, my response to its enraged scream. I remained fixed on the target, observing the spatter of blood as it shot from its back. It began to scream again, this time rapidly and desperate in tone. I quickly moved the bolt and chambered the next round, accompanied by the soft ring of the brass bouncing on the floorboards under my chair.
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Although I managed to land a clean shot to the chest, it didn’t do much. It kept running, keeping on at its same speed. Though now it changed its direction and was running adjacent to my position in the house. It was trying to flank me. It wanted to find a way around my line of sight. I couldn’t let it.
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Again, I took control of my breathing. Slowly, I drifted my rifle on the bipod until the creature came back into view. Its limbs pounded at the ground with speed and power as it propelled itself across the field. I’ll never get used to seeing one run either.
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Starting behind it, I continued to move the scope, just fast enough to begin gaining on him, just fast enough to let the crosshairs catch up. Inhale. Exhale. The crosshairs slowly began to overtake it. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.
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I chambered the next round quickly. This shot brought him to the ground, but it didn’t keep him there. After a short tumble, it rose and began to run again, this time back towards the woods it came from. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.
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The third shot grazed its back. Frustrated, I chambered another round and took aim, but it was far too late. Before I could even begin to line up my fourth shot, it had taken one final leap from the field back into the treeline it came from.
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I let out a sigh and hung my head in disappointment. I knew what I had to do next but I sure as hell didn’t want to. The last flickers of sunlight shone through the open window and lit my .338 rifle as I reloaded the magazine. I sat and stared blankly at the screen in front of me, hoping a camera would pick up some sort of movement that could clue me into wherever it ran off to. Knowing my luck, I shouldn’t have expected it to.
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After coming to terms with reality, I stood up and grabbed my .556, slinging it around my body and letting it hang in front of me. I aimed it down, looking through its sight and testing its laser again before checking the chamber. Good to go. Next, I adjusted the night vision set to my head before picking up my .338 and heading for the door. As I stepped outside, I let out another sigh, this one of stress. Hunting these things at night, on their own turf is never as fun, nor as easy as finishing them quickly from a distance but what choice did I have? I just wanted to get it over with.
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I flipped down my goggles and switched them on, illuminating the dark field in green and white. I began my long walk across. It took me longer than expected. The speed of that monstrosity caused me to underestimate the size of the field. Each step I took was slow and quiet. I didn’t want the crunch of my feet meeting the dirt and remnants of corn stalks to disturb my hearing. If that thing made a noise, I needed to hear it. If only I could have quieted my incessant heavy, nervous breathing too.
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I was not even halfway to the treeline when I reached the first pool of blood, where I had shot it for the second time, and it decided to retreat. Bits of flesh were scattered about the ground, but I didn’t care to stop and look. Instead, I focussed on the blood I could see that led back into the woods.
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Any experienced hunter has had to track a deer or two. It can be very frustrating. The trail isn’t always so clear, and you never know how far it has gotten. In my case, I knew this thing was still alive, and it was angry.
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I continued my walk, splitting my attention between the blood trail on the ground and the treeline in front of me, scanning for movement and listening. If I was lucky enough, it would have gotten bold and tried to take me down in the field. Unfortunately, I’m not so lucky. Silently, I followed the trail until it met the woods. I stopped walking and calmed myself.
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I didn’t want to go past those damn trees, but there was no avoiding it. I had a job to do. I extended the bipod of my .338 and lowered it to the ground before raising the stock of my other rifle to my shoulder. I took a deep breath and resumed my walk, now even slower and more cautious. At least now my heavy breathing would be drowned out by the sound of snapping twigs beneath my feet.
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Immediately upon entering the woods, I spotted the next sight of blood. It came from a tree branch, its leaves covered in the dripping crimson liquid. I walked up to observe, only to notice more blood on the branch above that one. And the next. I noticed the pattern and followed each branch up, one by one, each with its leaves covered in blood. Suddenly a mass moved on top of the tree next to the one I was looking up at.
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I swung my rifle up, pointing above me at the top of the trees. The mass turned and into view came two glowing eyes, like white lights in my night vision. It opened its mouth again to let out another deafening scream but I raised my rifle and took aim. Its scream was cut short by a bang from my barrel and the thud of the rounds meeting flesh. I was only able to squeeze half a dozen rounds off before it leaped away, to the tops of the neighboring trees.
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I kept shooting as it jumped from one tree to another, though within seconds it was out of my line of sight. I charged through the woods after it and watched it leap impossible distances, shaking trees so hard I thought some might snap. All the while I kept trying and failing, to line up a clean shot. The ones I did manage to squeeze off were either misses or ineffective.
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Even at the full-on sprint that I managed to sustain for a good few minutes, I was barely able to keep up. I almost abandoned the chase entirely before I saw an opportunity. There was a clearing ahead. A trail. The distance across was far too wide for it to jump. It took a sharp right once it realized this and began jumping from tree to tree along the trail. I rushed into the opening before kneeling to line up a shot. I followed it with my sights, tracking the timing of each leap, and letting t it land and leap once more before it settled on a new tree. I shot off two more rounds as it braced to leap again.
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They were perfectly placed and its body tumbled in the air and crashed violently to the ground. Having lined up my sight, I squeezed the trigger again to hear the absence of a gunshot, replaced by the click of the firing pin in the empty chamber. I screamed curses at myself as I quickly exchanged magazines. By the time I looked up, the body was already gone.
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I got to my feet and continued down the trail at a jog-like pace with my rifle at the ready. I was beginning to get frustrated more than anything. I’ve put dozens of these things in the ground before, I didn’t understand why was I having such a hard time with this one. As I approached a curve in the trail, I slowed my pace and brought the stock of my rifle back to my shoulder. I approached the curve from the outside of the trail, trying to get a clear view of what was beyond when my head violently snapped to the left.
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My vision went suddenly dark and it took me a few moments to realize that I wasn't dead, nor was I unconscious. Something hit my night vision goggles and knocked them clear off of my head, breaking the mount they sat on. My eyes were only beginning to adapt to the dark when another object came flying towards my head, narrowly missing as it whistled forcefully past my ear. It was a rock, around the size of a football. I couldn’t help but glance behind me in astonishment at the object that had nearly decapitated me before turning my attention back to what threw it.
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Sure enough, there it was. Standing behind the trees at the corner of the path. I let my anger take control and began to fire rapidly at its torso. My disregard for accuracy hardly mattered at this range. Regrettably, it meant I was now closer than I would have liked and it began to charge. I landed shot after shot. Blood spurted from its back and painted the tree branches and leaves that it passed as it barreled toward me.
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Again, my magazine went empty. Instead of bothering to reload a new one, I quickly drew my Glock and continued my rapid fire on the beast. It broke into the clearing and fell to all fours before it leaped forward and ran as it had done in the field. It closed the distance between us in seconds.
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A hand clenched around my throat and I was lifted off of the ground like a feather. It kept running, past the edge of the clearing and carrying me into the woods. I continued to pepper it at point-blank range with my pistol. Between shots, I could hear its hysterical laughter directed at my futile efforts. Its face smiled with a look of sadistic insanity.
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I continued shooting until my magazine went dry and I was stuck with an empty gun. With nothing else I could do, I began to beat its face with the empty pistol. This seemed to piss it off. It violently threw me through the air. I felt my body snap dozens of branches before I met the ground and rolled uncontrollably.
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Recovering quickly, I grasped the rifle still slung around me and replaced the empty magazine with a new one. It was mere feet away from me when I started to fire. I got a few shots off before it grabbed my arm. This time I whipped the barrel of my rifle up, clubbing it hard across the face. It let out a short, irritated scream. I thrust my barrel at the top of its head, knocking it back as it emitted another angry grunt. It reached up with its left arm and tried to grab the barrel before half of its fingers were blown off by my next shot. It recoiled its arm in pain before swinging it back at me.
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Upon contact, my rifle flew out of my hands and the sling came undone from my body as it was thrown far into the woods behind me. I attempted to retreat before he grabbed me with his right hand, and what remained of his left around my neck. Again, I was picked up and it carried me, this time only a short distance to a tree. My back cracked as I was slammed into the bark.
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It looked up at me and smiled again.
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“We killed our sinners, we brought justice to our land. We brought justice for God”
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I ignored its foul speech, lifting an arm and hooking it across the face with a firm punch. It had no effect.
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“You are all sinners, and you will die for your sins as they did”
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Again, I struggled and pummeled its face with everything I could muster but it still did nothing.
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“Now go and burn in the lake of fire”
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It shouted, before laughing with a dozen sadistic voices all coming from its mouth.
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It opened its mouth and its jaw was once again stretched to what should be an impossible level. It lowered me until I was level with it. It moved its open mouth toward my head, shaking with rage. Its teeth now inches from my face. Its breath, foul. With my left arm, I drew my knife, slashing it across the chest before plunging it into its neck. I hooked a punch with my right arm that finally caused it to stumble. It wound up its own punch and let it loose. I narrowly escaped, ducking out of the way before its fist met the tree and went right through, splitting it in half before the wood tumbled to the ground.
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I took this opportunity to draw my .357. He recovered from its punch and faced me, pulling the knife from its neck and letting blood spurt and gush. It stared me down as it slowly approached, ready to deliver its finishing blow.
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Its head was shaking now, harder than ever in anger, its mouth hung open to half its capacity where it showed its rows of rotting human teeth. I raised my revolver and attempted to steady my sights but I was too shaky. I quickly collected myself. Inhale. Exhale. The front sight became level with the rear. Squeeze.
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The recoil caused the gun to rise enough for me to get a look at the damage. I clipped its mouth, in the corner of its jaw. It hung open, with one side detached completely. It wailed in pain as it gargled its blood and crumbled to the ground. I aimed again, cocking the hammer. Squeeze. With the second round, I detached its jaw completely.
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“Let’s see you bite me now, fucker”
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I painfully muttered with anger. It dropped my knife and was now laying flat on its back, breathing heavily. I approached, cocking the revolver again as I did. It reached out with its mangled hand but I kicked it away before placing my barrel to its skull. Squeeze. And then silence.
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After dragging the body back to the field, I spent the next few hours retrieving my lost and damaged equipment, as well as tediously finding every one of my cameras. I then retrieved my vehicle and drove it to the edge of the field. There was just one more thing to do.
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I opened my trunk and pulled out the metallic box. I don’t understand why they make these things so goddamn heavy. I opened it and placed the corpse inside before securing the extremely heavy-duty lock. Next was the hole. It wasn’t easy digging after I had been roughed up and tossed around by an undead religious maniac with superhuman strength, but at least this was the last thing I had to do.
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I finished digging the hole, placed the metal casket inside, and covered it up. From there, I collected my equipment, packed it up, and took off. Supposedly there’s a cleanup crew that comes in after we’re done with these missions and destroys any bizarre evidence.
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I suspect they take the body as well. Where do they take it? What do they do with it? I have no clue but I’ve been strictly reminded to not ask questions on the matter and to just stick to doing my job. Still, I always find myself wondering.
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What I have even more questions about is why these things exist in the first place. What the hell is going on? Why them? Why now? Has this been going on for longer than I know? Am I being lied to? What happens next, in the future, if this keeps going on? It’s only been getting worse. They’ve only been popping up more and more frequently. When does it end? Does it end?
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I have more questions than I do answers but what I can tell you is that this problem isn’t going away anytime soon. It’s only going to get worse. There are only going to be more of them, not less. The death toll will only continue to rise. People are going to find out sooner or later. It might as well be now. Maybe we will stop them. Maybe this will all come to an end one day, or maybe we are the ones who are all going to meet our end. Either way, I’ll be there to see it.