Scratched the front of my purse. Any recommendations ?
2025.01.23 03:20 Aggravating-Adagio40 Scratched the front of my purse. Any recommendations ?
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2025.01.23 03:20 Firm_Replacement6370 Another post about Greenland [rant]
Thoughts and opinions (written in English): Aki-Mathilda should not be considered the voice of Greenland. Aki likes to spread the gospel of entitlement, like many other influencers we like to watch on social medias. Entitlement spirit is a fragile spirit. A victim mentality that is easily insulted. An angry spirit that does not seek hard work and honesty, but seeks cheap rewards and demonizes every inconvenience that stand in its way. It is self-righteous. It does not like to be criticized but likes to criticise and demonise. It does not seek to understand and does not like having to acknowledge its own faults. It does not like healthy hard to swallow facts, but prefers sweet buttery lies to fatten the ego. And to be honest, it is a pain in the fucking ass to be around with, from all the mini wars it wants to create. I know this very well because I was that person and still am in many areas, and I tend to fall back to this spirit occasionally as it is a weakness. It is tiresome and it bears no lasting fruits. I can’t cry and yell my way to positive attention. I can’t grow into the person I aspire to be, just by demanding it, or through pity, because I need to work hard for it. No shortcuts. Humility is who I need. He grounds me. He slaps me back to reality. He makes sure that I don’t fall asleep in the blizzard. He makes me focus on the situation now, instead of making me think waaaay back to find reasons to complain. He makes me grateful for the things I have right now. He makes jokes of me and my vices and my retarded actions so that I can laugh hard from the bottom of my stomach. He makes me accept who I truly am, and lets me work with it and gives me opportunity to shape it the way I want. Humility is true power, not entitlement, and many of the true native inuits I grew up around up north, does not lack it. Aki-Mathilda is not the voice of Greenland. Speak with a hunter from Qaanaaq and you will get to know Greenlandic culture better.
I am greenlandic myself from Ilulissat. And even though I can be an ass in person, I no longer can stand this entitlement from our side anymore. I love Denmark and its culture and always will, and I am very sorry for the sudden unexpected attacks you have been receiving from us. Please keep in mind that entitled Nuuk is not all of Greenland 🙏😭 I do still think it’s good that Greenland - Denmark relationship is being discussed, as it could be an opportunity to improve the bond.
Thanks that was all Aap aap aap bye
P.S Jeg kan dansk og grønlandsk hvis det skulle være
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2025.01.23 03:20 NinoyGamingAquino BISAYA MAID? FOR ONLY 300 PESOS??
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2025.01.23 03:20 inasilentway207 Furio at the gift shop before coming back from Napoli
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2025.01.23 03:20 ocolly Oklahoma State men's basketball midseason report card
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2025.01.23 03:20 RAWBARATE What’s going on at the citadel?
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2025.01.23 03:20 SuperiorRizzlerOfOz Torn on this. I believe in MHJ but it is the 1.02..
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2025.01.23 03:20 se_spider lsusb giving wrong ID?
Hi,
I need some help sanity checking this issue I'm having. The background is I have 2 mice connected to my PC, and while gaming I like to disable and afterwards re-enable 1 of the mice from a game launch script.
This has worked fine before (doesn't depict the commands in the script):
$ lsusb -d 046d:c332 Bus 005 Device 003: ID 046d:c332 Logitech, Inc. G502 Proteus Spectrum Optical Mouse $ echo '5-3' | sudo tee /sys/bus/usb/drivers/usb/unbind Today I replaced the other mouse, and while doing so I have used a different USB port for the other mouse. Since this hardware change I have fully powered off and started up again, and have not connected or disconnected any USB device while running.
Now when I run the above lsusb command, I still get the exact same output as above, including Bus 5 and Device 3. However unbinding 5-3 disables a completely different USB device: my mic.
Upon further research, I pieced together the following command to find the correct ID:
$ find -L /sys/bus/usb/devices/ -maxdepth 2 -name "id*" -exec grep -e 046d -e c332 {} \+ /sys/bus/usb/devices/5-2/idProduct:c332 /sys/bus/usb/devices/5-2/idVendor:046d So my question is, why is the
lsusb and in particular lsusb -d command giving me the wrong device ID? (lsusb -v is also wrong)Here is an excerpt of the output for
lsusb -tv:/: Bus 005.Port 001: Dev 001, Class=root_hub, Driver=xhci_hcd/4p, 480M ID 1d6b:0002 Linux Foundation 2.0 root hub |__ Port 002: Dev 003, If 0, Class=Human Interface Device, Driver=usbhid, 12M ID 046d:c332 Logitech, Inc. G502 Proteus Spectrum Optical Mouse |__ Port 002: Dev 003, If 1, Class=Human Interface Device, Driver=usbhid, 12M ID 046d:c332 Logitech, Inc. G502 Proteus Spectrum Optical Mouse lsusb -tv correct but not lsusb itself?Some system information:
- endeavour OS
- KDE Plasma 6 X11
- AMD Zen 3 system
2025.01.23 03:20 chupacu126 Próximo capítulo
Quero saber quando vai sair o próximo capítulo. Sera q vai acabar esse ano?
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2025.01.23 03:20 Opposite-Craft-3498 3D MODEL OF TOGA GREAT DOG DEMON FROM (INUYASHA).
 | This is a 3d model of toga with all three swords tessagia tensegia and sounga in blender.For 3d printing in the future in blender then converted to stl.The Great dog demon is the father of inuyasha and sesshomaru.The holes in his body is to hold the sword the hole in his left hand is to hold the tessagia and the hole in his hip is to hold the tensegia and the hole in his back is to hold the sounga. submitted by Opposite-Craft-3498 to blender [link] [comments] |
2025.01.23 03:20 Repulsive_Self_2443 Need some UPSC peer group.
Hi everyone, I am a BTech graduate from tier-1 college and have given 1 prelims. My all other friends are involved with the Software engineering profession and I have no peer groups for this exam. I am thinking of preparing a material particularly mains oriented. I have tried reading the Sunya and OnlyIAS booklet, but that is pretty hectic with many irrelevant topics, so need someone with whom I could study daily and discuss and make mains oriented notes, with relevant schemes, examples and data facts. Afaik about the schedule it will be completed, till mid of February.
I have attached the first page, which I have made. Using various resources. So, if there is someone with a similar mindset and tablet, please do dm me.
The reason why I have put it here is upsc subreddit doesn’t allow study partner posts, plus I am from Haryana so maybe it would be easy to get connected.
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2025.01.23 03:20 Pat_the_Wolf Should I go 10* or not?
 | I'm trying to decide if I should knock him down and tier up to 10* or not. Is 10* fun? I know I wouldn't be able to kill many 10* so it would really just be for the handful I could do like Basarios and Banbaro submitted by Pat_the_Wolf to MHNowGame [link] [comments] |
2025.01.23 03:20 Expensive-Diver4003 Maurice Lacroix Crystal Replacement
I have a Maurice Lacroix Master Piece Gravity that needs a sapphire replacement. It’s is a domed sapphire with AR coating. Won’t mind getting the generic one. Any help would be appreciated!
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2025.01.23 03:20 Potential-Balance-93 Am I the only one that feels this way about poker sites? (rigged and boring)
I’ve seen multiple posts about this already but it really feels that the site favorises bad beats to promote action or make fish feel good about their bad preflop calls by being "rewarded" by suck outs.
Tired of online poker, it seems no sites are being audited properly about RNG. Whether its Stars, Coinpoker, GG… Maybe its just the nature of the game though.
But thats just the beginning…
Microstakes are also super boring since people are mega nits. You can just overfold or overcall without much thinking which drastically lower the strategical decisional process to a point where you cannot apply IN GAME the theoretical fondamentals you learn during your study sessions. The most common example is when MP nits with 0% 3bets call your UTG raise while on a 6max table. There are litterally no calls in the theoretical world in this spot… Thus, in this particular spot your study brings you close to no edge against fishes. If he leads or bets after you check you know he has it, as simple as that! No need to study hours about flop reports to figure that one out. Or worse, when you have AA OOP in a 3bet pot and you check a low flushdraw flop because you have an Ace of that suit and the opponent, because of that check, fires a 3 barrel bluffs with thrash that doesn’t even make sense. You’re gonna say "Why are you complaining fishes are giving you money". ITS not the point, I wanna feel intelligence and great decision making by my opponents. So that when I’m in a difficult spot I can actually consider the theoretical bluffs he could have and my odds/EQ against those in this spot (which I learned during the study sessions) and make things interesting for my brain instead of just folding because fishes always have it. The point is its boring because I feel like they come to the site to play bingo and since since poker is a game of adaptation I modify my playstyle accordingly in a way that doesnt resonate with the findings of my studies (aka forget about the cool spots in which I could apply my knowledge and take cool bluff lines that work against studied people but not against fishes that cannot fold top pair). I want challenge and I dont have the bankroll to jump to 5000NL.
For context, I’ve built my bankroll from 20$CAD to about 1000$USD in a matter of a couple months. Been in a bit of a down swing of 10-15 BI since that peak but still up a bunch.
Anyways, see you in the casino!
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2025.01.23 03:20 seIex Preparing for the AVN convention in Vegas
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2025.01.23 03:20 Xanek Virtua Fighter 5 R.E.V.O.-"Burning Souls" BTS recording session with SEGA legemd Takenobu Mitsuyoshi
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2025.01.23 03:20 Kuchii_Kopii Dead to me - Season 2
So i watched 2 episodes and i'm a little confused. Jen was so nervous when Karen opened the pool, like she expected to see Steves corpse. But it wasn't there. My first guess was, he wasn't really dead and crawled out of it by himself. But it's shown later on in episode 2 that Jen and Judy put him in a box. So, my question, was Jen simply nervous that Karen would see blood stains etc. or will it be explained how and why she reacted the way she did, even though Jen knew his body wasn't in there anymore? (I know i could've watched the season but i'm too curious already.)
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2025.01.23 03:20 BlueVermilion I made a Kaeya Phone Chain! Which version do you prefer?
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2025.01.23 03:20 bunnedgump Spotify. Gaslighting starts at around 42.20.
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2025.01.23 03:20 Euphoric-Empress Anime recommendstions with devil/demon baddies?
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2025.01.23 03:20 bot_olini ¿Le ganó a Elon Musk? MrBeast hace oferta millonaria para comprar la aplicación de TikTok
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2025.01.23 03:20 kalopmysh Any 🔌s in west mi hmu🛒🌳
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2025.01.23 03:20 Warm-Squirrel1579 Is this how Germans do it?
 | I stocked up on Aldi herring during German week (this is the mango pepper sauce). Ridiculously good! submitted by Warm-Squirrel1579 to CannedSardines [link] [comments] |
2025.01.23 03:20 Brief-Commercial6265 Top comment changes the map (day 11)
King Arthur controlled Fr*nce has sunk and New Jersey has attached itself to Scotland
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2025.01.23 03:20 TieDieDestoyer I Think a Creepy Millionaire Kidnapped My Sister
I’m posting this here because if I told anyone in my town, at best they wouldn’t believe me, at worst they would put me in an asylum. This happened over a year ago so the details might be fuzzy, but here’s the story.
My sister moved out of the house a few years ago but still comes by all the time. I first noticed when she didn’t come to the house for her usual pantry raids like she does every Wednesday. I didn’t care at the time, assuming that she was just busy that day, and honestly, I was glad she didn’t take my chips from the pantry. The next thing I noticed was when she didn’t respond to my text asking her to take me to the movies. I asked her to take me since Mom and Dad would have a heart attack if they learned I was going to watch the new Alien movie with my friends.
Now I know most of you are wondering why I’m so close to my sister. I’ll spare you guys the details, but pretty much, I was an accident. So, there’s a big age gap between me and her, 10 years, give or take a few months. My parents being gone for work a lot also kinda forces us to get along, since she usually will grab groceries for me, take me to hang out with my friends, and whatever else I need.
When I brought up the fact that she seemed to be missing, my parents reassured me that she would be back eventually, and not to worry. None of what my parents were saying did anything to get rid of the nagging feeling in my brain. Surely, she would’ve said something to me? Maybe I was overthinking this, and she’ll be back in a week and I’ll think how weird I was for thinking that something happened.
Regardless of how I was feeling, life still moved on. I went through the motions, going to class, going home, doing homework, all while that small question sat in the back of my brain, like an itch in your shoe that you can’t reach.
As I was leaving class on Wednesday, I heard someone calling my name,
“Ben! Ben! Slow down!”
The person calling my name weaved in and out of groups of high schoolers as I stopped to let them catch up. When they finally got out of the moving crowd, I could get a clear view of them. Isiaih kinda looked like Jesus, if Jesus wore blue jeans and Gun’s and Rose’s t-shirt.
“I’ve been trying to flag you down for the past 5 minutes man, what’s up?”
“Sorry, I’ve been out of it for the past few days”, I said as I shrugged my shoulders.
“Well now that I have your attention, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a little expedition,” He said while raising one eyebrow above the other, “I heard someone else mention something about the Bad House, and I’m getting curious about it man”
The Bad House was this property that was a little bit out of town. Back in ancient history, like 100 years ago, there was an old millionaire who died there, and apparently, there was no close family that wanted to take the house from him, so it had been sitting empty for the past century.
“The new owner is another rich dude. I heard some people talking in class saying that he’s some washed-up stock guy that randomly got a bunch of money after living in the house”
“I’m sure, very spooky. Maybe he got possessed by the ghost of the stock market” I said,
“You think so?” Isaiah said excitedly
“No, you moron,” I say bluntly while smacking him on the back of the head. “How would the stock market have a ghost? And even if it did, why would it live in some random city in Florida?”
Isaiah, still looking at me with an eagerness in his eyes, like a dog seeing you with a slice of bacon in your hand, “Well there is only one way to find out…”
“I’m not feeling it right now,” I say, turning to start walking home.
“Come on, it’ll be an hour tops. What do you have going on anyway? I know you don’t have any other friends” He says, smiling at his joke.
“…fine” I muttered
“Heck yeah!” He exclaimed, and we set on our way to the house
We set ourselves on our expedition, about a 20-minute walk from the school. The trip had us walking down the path lots of kids took to go fishing on the outskirts of town. The house was through a small clearing down the side of the road when you headed to the lake, making it super hard to see, which caused no end of rumors. Even though the house was abandoned for almost a hundred years, I’ve never seen a broken window, open door, or graffiti of any kind. Maybe someone was checking on it and repairing it. Regardless, it always gave me a bad vibe. The house always felt like a waiting predator, the path leading in like some kind of lure.
I leaned over to Isaiah and asked, “Why is everyone so interested anyway? I’ll admit it’s creepy, but it’s just a house.”
“It’s more than just a house, man. There’s something to it I swear. And I’m not the only one. I hear tons of people talking about it” He responded.
“Sure, just like how tons of people saw you go on that date with the girl who ‘goes to another school’.” I fired back, chuckling
“This is different. I was talking with Jacob and he said that he overheard his dad mentioning that this guy’s success was because he got lucky on some random stocks, and that now he’s one of the wealthiest guys in the state.” Isaiah’s eyes were wide, and I could hear the determination in his voice. Whatever was going on, Isaiah was hooked.
“If this guy is so rich, why does he live here? Wouldn’t he go buy a nice penthouse in Miami?” I questioned. Just as Isaiah was going to respond, I saw him look through the trees.
“There it is!” He whispered excitedly.
Through a small gap in the trees, I could see the house. It was a two-story brick house, with a painted white wooden porch wrapping around the front and both sides and a small staircase leading into the double front doors. The windows were black and ominous, and from a glance almost looked like pitch-black eyes that were always looking at you. The combination of the windows and the front of the house gave the appearance of a monstrous mouth waiting for its next meal to walk in.
The only clear way to the house was a small dirt road that weaved through the trees for about 100 feet. The way the path went, you couldn’t see the house from it, and could only catch a glimpse of it through small patches like this one. Even then, only the house was visible, and details of the surroundings were difficult to see.
“Come on, let's go.” Isaiah urged, beginning to go into the woods. While I was tempted to resist, my curiosity got the best of me. For the first time in the past two weeks, I wasn’t thinking about my sister, and being able to focus on something else was a nice distraction.
We crouched through the woods slowly approaching the house. I never realized how well tucked away the house was. As we got closer, I noticed that there was a fence made from tall bushes, blocking the view of the house. Approaching the edge of the woods, we stopped and deliberated.
“Maybe if we move over, we can see through the gate,” Isaiah said, pointing to a gap in the bushes that the dirt path cut through.
“I don’t know man, what if he sees us?” I said worrying. The bravado from before was gone, and all I felt was a general feeling of unease. Like the feeling of being watched when you’re alone in a dark room.
“He’s either in the house and won’t see us, or he’s gone. Even if he shows up, we’ll hear him driving on the path and be gone before he even notices.” Isaiah answered, confidently. Isaiah always was strong-willed, for better or for worse. I shrugged and decided to go along with it.
We slowly crouched through the woods, every cracking of a branch, and every rustling of leaves felt like a thunderclap. As we got as close as we could, Isaiah stepped out of the woods and slowly approached the bush fence, leaning over the side to get a look at the house. He waved at me, urging me to come closer. I rolled my eyes and crouched until I got right behind him. I slowly peeked out behind him while saying.
“It’s going to look the exact-“ I was cut off by what I saw. I couldn’t see it originally from where we stood in the road because it was blocked by a combination of bushes and trees, but now I had a clear view.
I saw my sister’s car.
I snapped my head over to Isaiah, and right before I could say anything, I felt a large hand firmly grip my shoulder. My heart jumped out of my chest and I turned faster than I ever thought I could, a scream leaving my throat. Whoever placed their hand on my shoulder was tall. His hair was black and slicked back, and his skin pale. He wore a classic suit and tie, everything about him perfectly well-maintained. All things considered, he looked like a normal businessman. Normal until I looked into his eyes. His face wore a broad cheerful smile, but his eyes didn’t. His eyes almost looked that of a snake, cold, empty, and emotionless.
I have no clue how we didn’t hear him drive up, or why we didn’t hear him walking up. I didn’t see a car anywhere, but it could be parked closer to the house, or out on the road leading in. I hoped that he had just shown up, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had been watching us the entire time.
“Anything I can help you two with today?” He asked, his voice warm, eyes still staring at both of us. I saw Isaiah moving to answer, but I cut him off. If this is the man who took my sister, I can’t let him know that I was looking for her.
“We were looking for the lake” I stuttered, half from the lie, and half from the terror of potentially facing my sister’s kidnapper.
“You two are close, it’s just down this dirt road and to the right” He gestures to the road.
“Thank you” I quickly answer, beginning to walk away
“And one last thing.” He says to me and Isaiah, the smile on his face as big as ever “If you two need any extra money, I’m always looking for people to help out inside the house”
After getting caught by the owner, me and Isaiah left his property. The second we were out of sight, I explained to Isaiah what had happened with my sister, and what seeing her car could’ve meant. My mind raced with the possibilities. Did she willingly go into the house? If so, why? What purpose would this guy have with my sister? I didn’t dare think of the worst. Surely, she was still in there, still alive. And if she was, nothing on God’s green earth was stopping me from getting her out of there.
When I got home, I desperately explained what happened to my parents, stammering and stuttering while my mind went a mile a minute,
“…and he looked like some kind of lizard man, and he offered me and Isaiah jobs to clean his house or something. And her car. Her car was in the driveway of the house!”
Both my parents gave me a sympathetic look, and my dad took a gentle breath in before saying,
“I’m sure this isn’t as crazy as it seems. He might be her friend, or maybe her boyfriend. What she does with her life and time is, frankly, none of your or our business. I’m sure that whatever it is, it’s totally normal.” He placed his hand gently on my shoulder, trying to reassure me
“Maybe she’s working for him?” my mom added, “you mentioned he offered jobs to you and Isaiah. Maybe she’s tight on money and thought it was a little embarrassing to be a cleaner for some rich guy, you know how your sister can be.”
“I guess that could be it,” I said. My dad looked at me
“I can tell you’re really bothered by whatever's going on, so how about this? You and I can drive over after I get off work tomorrow, and we can check it out. It’s good that you want to keep your sister safe, and I’m proud of you for that.” I looked up at him, seeing the sympathetic look in his eyes.
“Sure” I replied.
“Sounds like a plan. Alright, why don’t you go on upstairs and get ready for dinner.”
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Dinner was normal, and after trying to do some homework, and failing, I attempted to go to bed. After tossing and turning for an hour or so, I gave up on sleep. I couldn’t just sleep while I knew where my sister was. It was around 10:30 when I set out. The full moon sat high in the sky, bright enough to give me a shadow as I walked down to that man’s house. The moon thankfully lit up the way well enough for me to see the dirt road that led to my destination. I crept through the woods, making sure to stay as quiet as possible. During the day, the house was eerie, but during the night, it was something entirely different. The house seemed to radiate an aura of evil, making something in me scream to turn around, to run, to get as far away from it as physically possible. But I moved forward.
I snuck around the bush looking for a way inside. As I rounded the back, I saw a small gap in the bush fence. Either the bushes had died, or they just grew weirdly, regardless, it was my way in. I looked through the gap and saw the house. Light dimly radiated from the house, and I saw figures moving through the windows occasionally, their shapes twisted and contorted by the glass, looking like evil spirits. Scanning the windows for a room that didn’t seem occupied, I saw one on the second floor, that had a trellis right beneath the window. I waited for one of the figures to pass by, and then I darted to the house, my heart racing, hoping nothing would see me. I made it to the wall beneath the window and climbed up. I held my breath while I attempted to open the window, praying that it would be unlocked. With a small bit of effort, I was able to slowly lift it and crawl inside the room.
Inside was dark, and it was hard to make out any details. I could only see some furniture sprawling throughout the room. By the smell of things, the room hadn’t been updated since the previous owner. But the biggest thing I noticed once I crossed the threshold was the chill that went down my spine. It felt like someone placed a cold scalpel against my soul and was desperately waiting to cut it out.
Light spread from beneath the crack in the door, and I could hear movement on the other side. It sounded like at least two people were walking down the hall. I pressed my ear against the door and prayed that they wouldn’t try it. The voice of the owner seemed to be talking with another, much deeper, guttural-sounding voice.
“You’re late on your payment” demanded the deep voice
“You know how these things work” responded the owner, “the timing must be right. I promise that by midnight you will have your payment.”
That was the last of the conversation that I could hear as they walked away. Whatever was happening, I did not want to be here whenever this “payment” happened. I peeked beneath the doorway and didn’t hear or see anything. Hoping nothing was watching, I cracked open the door, begging that it wouldn’t make a sound.
The interior of the house was old, very old. The walls were covered in a cream wallpaper that had a floral pattern on it. The floors were made of deep brown wood flooring and had ornate rugs running up and down the hall. The furniture looked like the kind that you would see in antique stores and had all manner of clocks and ornate objects on them. Opening the door further, the hall expanded before me, and to the side were two sets of stairs, one going up and the other going down. I heard the voices go down the hall where I was looking, so I thought the stairs going down might be a good option. I was hoping that maybe there would be a basement, or some kind of cellar, somewhere where you could keep a person. As I stepped out, I peered up and down the hall and saw nothing. I crawled to the banner and leaned over, seeing a room at the base of the stairs, with similar decor to this room. Begging in my mind that the wood of the stairs would stay quiet, I slowly began to descend them.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I quickly went to the closest wall that felt isolated and glanced around for anything helpful. Through a small walkway was what seemed to be a kitchen and with not many other options, moved into it as quietly as possible. Once in the kitchen, I glanced for anything helpful. Bottles of wine were set up behind glass-paneled cabinet doors, and in the middle of the room was a large island with cabinets beneath. Opening them, I looked for any sign of my sister or anything that could lead me to her. While I was searching, I heard a creaking sound nearby, from what sounded like the next room over. I panicked, thinking of what to do. In a moment of pure desperation, I crawled inside the cabinet, begging that it would be big enough.
Sure enough, the creaks became louder and turned into the sounds of feet climbing a set of stairs. The cabinet was just large enough to fit me, but not enough to completely shut the door. An every-so-small crack was barely visible. The cause of the sound entered the kitchen and walked into the view of the crack. It was the owner of the house. He looked paler than before, and his face no longer wore the smile he gave to me and Isaiah earlier today. He looked stern and focused. He placed a leatherbound book onto the top of the island I was hiding in and turned to get wine from the cabinets above. He got a bottle of wine and a cup, then slowly walked from my partial view, and eventually out of ear shot.
I waited for what felt like an eternity, but what was more like 5 minutes before I dared try to get out. I stood up and glanced around, and heard nothing indicating anyone was nearby. The leather-bound book was still left on the island where he had placed it earlier. The leather was cracking, and the pages inside were weathered and torn. I reached for the book. The second my hand touched the crackling sides, I heard a sound that made the color drain from my face.
“What are you doing?” The owner stood in the doorway, staring at me, his cold eyes unblinking, his voice dripping with venom. He began to slowly step towards me as he spoke. Acting with mostly instinct, I grabbed the book and shoved it into my jacket. The owner lunged towards me, and without a second thought, I turned and aimed a fist right at his jaw. It connected squarely with the side of his mouth and he dropped to his knees, holding his hands to his jaw. I bolted out of the kitchen.
I heard him yell “Get the book! And I want him alive!” as I got further and further away from him. The hallway I was running in was long, with doors occasionally on each side. I tried one on my left, then right, then left again. I heard a sound skittering sound coming from where I had been running from, and this ignited a new wave of panic. Ignoring the doors, I continued sprinting down the hallway. After running for at least a mile, and away from whatever was causing that sound, I slowed to a stop and rounded a corner in the hall. Trying to control my breathing so that my desperate pants wouldn’t give away where I was, I slowly leaned from the wall to see if I was still being followed
I could still see the kitchen.
How was this even possible? The distance between me and the kitchen was only about 10 feet, but about 5 seconds ago, the hall stretched for over 100 feet. My back slid down against the wall from the exhaustion and panic. While my brain was desperately grasping for any possible reason why this could be happening, I saw something out of the corner of my eye, almost feeling it before seeing it.
A figure was slowly walking past a corner, their steps quiet. The figure was pale with black short hair, it’s hands covered with filth, it’s nails grown into dirty crooked claws. It stopped it’s slow walk, and it’s head slowly turned to look me in the eyes. I froze in panic, my body refusing to listen to my desperate plees to run. It’s face looked like that of a man’s, or at least what was a man. It’s eyes were black empty voids, and once they laid their focus on me, his mouth opened into a wide demonic smile. I slowly began to stand and back away towards where I had just run from, not daring to break eye contact in fear of what it might do if I did. My foot began to trip on a rug on the floor, and for a brief second, I broke eye contact with whatever that thing was. My breath caught in throat and my eyes snapped back, desperately hoping to still see it standing there.
What my eyes saw still appears in my nightmares, the image burned into my brain. The figure was dashing for me, it’s hands out stretched in front of it, its hands twitching. It’s face still contained that wide broken smile. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and I ran away, faster than I had ever run before.
Running back into the hall that I had just come from, everything was different, the number of doors, the rug, and even the wallpaper. The kitchen was no longer right there, but in its place was an impossibly long corridor, with dozens of different colored doors. There were branching lefts and rights, and I ran, taking whatever random turns I could, doing anything to lose that thing. I kept moving until my body wouldn’t let me anymore, my lungs burned, and my legs ached, I felt like I had been running a marathon. My legs were shaking and threatening to give out, so I was forced to lay down and hope to recover even an ounce of energy.
I felt the book that I had quickly stashed inside my jacket, and pulled it out, curious as to why it was so important. The exterior of the book was nothing remarkable, just a stiff leather cover with some kind of symbol on the front, and I noticed a faint smell of rotten eggs that seemed to be coming from it. I dared to crack open the book and began to skim through it, my eyes scanning the pages for anything that could be helpful. I saw images of weird circles, and symbols, but most disturbing, I saw a page titled, “Offering”. I quickly ran my eyes over the page, only really getting a few words or phrases, things like soul, peak of darkness, and the word that made my whole body cold.
Sacrifice
I knew that I had to find my sister, and soon. I put the book away and slowly got up. I began to creep down the halls, staying alert for any possible hint of where my sister was. As I crept around a corner, I saw what looked like a feminine figure walking down past my line of sight. That could be her, but I couldn’t tell. My heart rate and pace increased as I tried to follow her. I got to the hall that she had just walked down, and peeked down it, hoping to catch a glimpse of my sister. The length of the hall was empty, with only the occasional furniture, mirror, or door. I stared down the length, trying to determine where she could’ve gone. As my eyes scanned the hall, they slowly glanced upward and saw a length of hair hanging from the ceiling.
The figure was on all fours, hands, and feet dug into the ceiling, but its head turned a whole 180 degrees as it looked at me. A demented smile revealed a mouth full of broken, sharp teeth, and streams of drool leaving its mouth. I screamed in horror and scrabbled to put as much distance between it and me. I heard the terrifying sounds of skittering and scrapping from its pursuit, as well as howls and grunts of some kind of sadistic excitement. As I ran, I turned everywhere I could, trying to lose whatever was chasing me. Still sprinting, I turned my head back, hoping that I managed to escape that thing.
My feet were pounding on the floor until they weren’t. I felt my left foot find nothing beneath it, but before I could do anything, my momentum kept me going. I looked forward and saw what was lying before me, a staircase heading down. Somehow, I didn’t see it when I was running, or, it coalesced in front of me. Either way, I had just willingly thrown myself down a flight of stairs. I stumbled head first, my body tumbling. I felt every step and bounce, and I felt my bones crack and strain. At the bottom, waiting for me, was the monster that had been chasing me. My body came to crash at the base of the things feet and it reached down, its cold pale hand reaching around my throat, tightening, threatening to separate the vertebrae in my neck. My head pounded, and I kicked and clawed, with no effect on the thing. Darkness began to cloud my vision, and my hands and feet numbly slipped down. The last thing I remember was looking into the monster's eyes, a seeing a cold, ravenous hunger, that felt like it was trying to suck my soul out of me. Then all I could see was black as I slipped into unconsciousness.
A pounding headache was what woke me up. I could feel every single one of my bruises and cracked bones. Waves of pain radiated from my ribs, and I could tell that they were cracked if not broken. I slowly opened up my eyes to reveal the room I was in.
Candles on the walls illuminated the dark grey stones and a singular wooden door that was decorated with one of the symbols that I had seen in the book. I rolled over to try to figure out more of where I had been taken. The motion was difficult because my hands had been tied together in front of me, and when I started to roll, it ignited the pain in my head and ribs. In front of me was my sister, lying unconscious in a ring of candles that were placed around her. Standing over her was the owner of the house. He was facing me, but his eyes were focused on reading from the book that I had taken from him. His eyes looked like they were rolled into the back of his head, and the blood on his face looked like it had turned into some kind of vile black ichor.
He was saying something in a low voice, but I couldn't understand what it was. A large grandfather clocked ticked behind him, and I could barely make out that it was almost midnight. My heart raced and I struggled to think of something. The candles in the room began to dim, and I felt a weight settle on my soul, something evil. I thought I had experienced terror during the last hour of my life, but nothing could come close to this. It felt like any ounce of hope was being smothered by an unstoppable force of darkness. My soul was laid bare in a sea of black. I knew I had to get up and try to stop whatever this was. I felt like I wasn’t inside my body, but was watching it, like it was moving on it’s own. I struggled to stand up, feeling every joint in my body pop and ache. With whatever ounce of willpower, I had left, I set in my heart that neither I nor my sister would die here, in the house of this monster.
I stumbled sluggishly as fast as I could toward the owner, attempting to stop whatever he was doing. He was so focused on whatever ritual he was attempting that he didn’t even glance in my direction. My shoulder crashed into his torso, knocking the book from his hand and causing him to stumble back. The candle lights brightened again and whatever presence was in the room left. He looked at me with a white-hot rage in his eyes. He tackled me, sending me to the ground in excruciating pain. Pinning me down, he began to wrap both his hands around my throat while growling at me,
“You stupid kid. You’ve messed up everything. I was so close, now I’ll have to start all over!” his grip tightened. “At least now I have two that I can offer to him.”
The darkness that had consumed me before started to cloud my vision again. I lay there, knowing any struggle was futile, my body too weak to put up any fight. I had used my last bit of strength in stumbling into him. My final thoughts were that at least I wouldn’t have to see what he was going to do to my sister. My vision got darker and darker, and I was only seconds away from unconsciousness. Barely, through the pain and agony, did I hear a sound. A sound that seemed to pierce the darkness.
It was the first chime of the grandfather clock.
The owner’s eyes widened with horror, and he suddenly released his grip from my throat.
The second chime sounded.
He crawled with desperation like a cockroach in a room that had the lights turned on suddenly.
The third chime sounded
Flipping through the pages desperately, he landed on a page
The fourth chime sounded
The candles began to dim again, but the owner had not started chanting yet
The fifth chime sounded
His eyes widened in absolute terror; he quickly began attempting to read whatever words were on the page.
The sixth chime sounded.
He began to weep, but the sounds of weeping could be barely heard over the sounds of the clock.
The seventh chime sounded.
The owner started begging, “Please, I swear. I can give you two this time!”
The eighth chime sounded.
A deep guttural voice echoed through the room, “We had a deal, and your time is up”
The ninth chime sounded.
The very last bit of color that the owner had drained from his face, and he stammered out through the tears, “We can make a new deal…I’ll do whatever you want!”
The tenth chime sounded.
The deep voice responded in a tone that was dripping with an almost demonic smugness, “You have but only one soul to gamble with, and you have already spent it”
The eleventh chime sounded.
The owner desperately scrambled to the door, dropping the book with a crash. He fumbled the door open and began to dash up the stairs.
The twelfth chime sounded.
A massive hand that seemed to be made of pure shadow exploded out of the body of the grandfather clock once the last chime sounded. It stretched and reached towards the doorway, towards the man trying to climb up, a desperate attempt to escape. It latched onto his ankle, and the owner howled in terror. The arm began to slowly pull back, taking its victim with it. He clawed and clawed, leaving scratch marks on the wooden stairs. He clawed until his nails had peeled off his fingers, and his blood stained the stone floors. The arm pulled into the clock, and with a final desperate attempt, he grabbed my ankle. I began to slide towards the clock but caught myself at the base of it. His eyes looked out at me with a mix of terror and anger,
“You’re coming with me for what you did!” He screamed. I raised my foot and slammed it into his face, and felt his grip loosening. I screamed in anger, anger from the torture he had put me through, and anger for what he had done to my sister. I kept kicking, feeling his nose and the bones of his skull crack beneath my heel. I looked back at him one last time, his now disfigured face covered with a mixture of blood and tears. With a final kick, I felt his grip loosen from my ankle, and he disappeared into the black inside of the clock, his screams of terror quickly vanishing into the distance. The doors slammed shut, and the lights in the room brightened once more. I took a deep breath, the first one that I had taken in a long time. My body reeled from experience, and I could feel whatever adrenaline that had been keeping me going left my body. Waves of tiredness crashed into me, and my eyes closed.
The police found me and my sister both unconscious in the basement and rushed us to the hospital. They investigated the house and found no trace of the owner, but did find the bodies of people who had gone missing in the past several months. When they asked me about him, I said I didn’t know, which was true. When they questioned my sister, she said that she was barely conscious most of the time during the 2 weeks of her imprisonment, and when she was conscious, she was in the basement.
During the weeks of my recovery, I tried to process what I had been through. Everything that happened shouldn’t have been possible, and I made it up. But in that case, how do I explain the claw marks in my neck from when I got attacked. I eventually gave up on trying to figure it out. My sister was back, and things were going back to normal, at least as normal as they could get.
You guys now understand why I haven’t told anyone about it, they’d think I’m crazy. A house that magically changes the insides and a monster-clock eating person doesn’t sound particularly believable. The house was left pretty much alone after the police did their investigation, and was put up for sale since he had no close relatives. A couple bought it a few months ago. The husband was cheating and ended up abandoning her, pretty sad. She won the lottery right after, so I guess that sorta makes up for it.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to understand what happened to me, and I don’t know if I want to. The things that happened to me and my sister were terrible, but we made it out, and in some kind of weird way, we’re better for it. I’ll answer whatever questions I can, but after this post, I’m done talking about it. Think of it like writing a journal and burning it.
Whether you believe me or not, I don’t care. I’m just happy that me and my sister made it out from our trip to the Bad House.
I wrote this after getting inspired by CreepCast! I really enjoyed trying out writing, and I hope that whoever reads this enjoys it too!
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