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2025.01.31 06:10 Pretz45 Male, 24, redesigning bedroom post breakup. Need help
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2025.01.31 06:10 desr5252 Villa Boys Pasadena
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2025.01.31 06:10 toaster-bath404 You are given 5 minutes, you get to choose ONE living real person to die instantly. You can choose anyone in the world, and if you fail to attempt this, someone completely random will die.
Notes
- Once you've locked in your choice, they'll die instantly once the five minutes is up.
- There will be no trace to it being you whatsoever.
- If the person you choose happens to die really recently without your knowledge, you get another chance.
- Whoever you choose, will die instantly, like their whole body will just shut down on the spot, with no specific cause. No pain or time to process what's happening.
- Choose wisely. You'll probably never have this power again. Know that you don't have to do this, but someone random could die, someone random being your mother.. your partner.. your best friend.. your favorite celebrity.
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2025.01.31 06:10 wotown Objectmon (OC)
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2025.01.31 06:10 MarvinMisery Eyes in the Dark
The first time it happened, I was fourteen. My parents had rented a cottage deep in the woods, right on the edge of a quiet lake. The place was old—so old you could feel it in the walls, in the way the wooden floors groaned under every step, like the house itself was exhaling. The air inside was stale, thick with dust and time, like no one had lived there in years. And then there was the window.
A massive, floor-to-ceiling panel of glass stretched across the living room, facing the lake. During the day, the water shimmered under the sunlight, but at night, it was just black. A hollow, empty kind of black. Like the world ended at the shore, and beyond it was nothing. Just a void.
That night, I was lying on the couch, staring at that window. I don’t know how long I was awake, but I remember the way the darkness outside felt like it was pressing against the glass, seeping into the room. There were no streetlights, no distant glow from a nearby town—just pitch-black emptiness. The only sound was the occasional groan of the old house settling. I was alone downstairs. My parents were asleep in the bedroom upstairs.
And then it happened.
A crushing weight pressed down on my chest. I couldn’t move.
I tried to lift my arms, to turn my head, to shift even an inch—but my body refused to listen. I was completely, utterly frozen. My breath turned shallow, sharp, like I was suffocating under something I couldn’t see. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, too loud, too slow. The air in the room was wrong—thick, electric, like static crawling under my skin.
And then I saw them.
Two eyes.
They hovered in the darkness outside, right in the corner of the window. At first, I thought I was imagining them. Maybe a trick of my tired mind, maybe a reflection—except there was no light in the room. No lamp. No glow from a phone screen. Nothing.
Just pure blackness—except for those eyes.
They were watching me.
I couldn’t see a face, couldn’t make out a body. Just those two burning white orbs, floating in the void. Too bright. Too focused. They weren’t human. They weren’t animal. They were something else. And they weren’t just looking at me.
They were looking into me.
The longer I stared, the deeper they dug. I could feel them, crawling through my mind, prying me open, picking apart every dark thought, every fear, every hidden piece of myself I didn’t want seen. My chest tightened. My skin burned. I tried to scream, to move, to do anything—but I was trapped.
And then, against every instinct, I shut my eyes.
For a moment, the world was silent. Empty. I begged myself not to look, not to check if it was still there. But then—the stairs creaked.
Something was inside the house.
My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t turn my head, couldn’t run, couldn’t even brace myself. Slowly, painfully, I forced my eyes open.
And it was gone from the window.
It was at the top of the staircase.
A solid, towering figure, blacker than the shadows around it. It didn’t fade into the darkness—it was the darkness. A shape cut from the void itself, standing there, staring down at me. And those eyes—those same white, hollow, burning eyes—never left mine.
It hadn’t walked. It hadn’t crawled. It had just appeared.
It never moved. It never breathed. It only stared.
The weight on my chest grew heavier. My vision blurred at the edges. I thought I was dying.
Then—I blinked.
And it was gone.
The pressure lifted. My lungs unlocked. I sucked in a breath so sharp it burned.
And I ran.
Straight upstairs, straight to my mom’s room, where I didn’t move until morning.
But it wasn’t over.
It was only the beginning.
The Pattern
Morning came, and the sunlight pouring through the windows should have made everything feel normal again. It didn’t. The air in the cottage still felt heavy, like something had settled there in the night and hadn’t left. I didn’t tell my parents what happened. I couldn’t. What would I even say? That I saw something in the window? That it was inside the house? That it stared at me all night while I lay there, paralyzed? They wouldn’t believe me.
So, I convinced myself it was just a dream. A nightmare. It had to be. Sleep paralysis—that was the logical explanation, right? I’d read about it before. The feeling of being trapped in your body, the hallucinations, the overwhelming sense of dread. That’s all it was. That’s what I told myself.
Until it happened again.
Not the next night. Not even the night after that. But a year later.
Same time. Same feeling. Same thing.
It always happened in late summer, right when the air turned thick with the weight of autumn. By then, we had moved. New house, new town. It didn’t matter. It still found me.
I was asleep in my room when I woke to that same suffocating pressure. Paralyzed. My arms wouldn’t move. My legs wouldn’t move. I could barely breathe. The air was ice-cold, and the silence was thick, unnatural.
I didn’t want to look. I knew what I would see.
But I looked anyway.
And there it was.
Standing in the corner of my room. Watching.
The same shape. The same absence of anything human. And the eyes.
Always the eyes.
It never moved. It never lunged at me, never spoke. It just stood there, staring, waiting. Feeding on my fear.
The moment my body finally snapped out of it, I bolted. Locked myself in the bathroom, shaking, my skin cold and damp with sweat. I sat there until sunrise, waiting for it to come back. But it never did. Not when I was awake.
It only came when I couldn’t fight it.
And every year, it returned. A shadow in my room. A weight on my chest. Eyes in the dark. Never moving. Never leaving.
It didn’t matter where we lived. It didn’t matter how much I tried to forget.
I belonged to it.
And it wanted me alone.
By the time I was in my early twenties, I had stopped trying to understand it. I stopped looking up sleep paralysis because nothing I read made sense anymore. The things I saw online weren’t comforting. They were horrifying. Stories of people seeing the same thing—tall, featureless figures, watching, waiting, never moving. Some said it was a shadow person. Some said it was a demon. Some said it was something worse, something ancient, something that feeds.
I didn’t want to know anymore.
The only thing that made me feel safe was my dog.
She was a Doberman, sleek and strong, her black fur blending into the night, her brown eyes filled with nothing but love. She wasn’t just a pet. She was my world.
I was bullied as a kid. Kept to myself. Always felt like I didn’t belong anywhere. But she—she was my constant. When everything else felt too much, when the weight of the world pressed down on me, she was there. Always there. Always protecting me.
And she knew.
She knew before I did when something was wrong.
The night it came back, she woke first.
I was on the couch, drifting in and out of sleep, when I felt her stiffen beside me. Her body went rigid. Her ears pinned back. Then, the growl.
It wasn’t a normal growl. It wasn’t the kind she made when she saw a stranger outside or heard something unusual.
It was deep. Primal. Like she was trying to warn something.
I tried to move—to reach for her, to pull her close—but I couldn’t.
Paralyzed again.
My eyes darted to where she was staring.
The stairs.
And then it was there.
Not in the window. Not in the corner.
It was near the centre of the staircase where half its body was covered in darkness and only its head could be seen with those malicious eyes.
Standing. Watching. Waiting.
And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t the only one who saw it.
She saw it too.
She knew it was real.
Her growl turned into something desperate, her body trembling, teeth bared, but she wouldn’t leave my side. She wouldn’t move. She wouldn’t run.
Neither of us could.
I don’t remember how long we stayed like that. Minutes? Hours?
But when it finally disappeared, she didn’t stop staring.
She didn’t sleep that night.
She barely slept after that.
And then, two weeks later, she was gone.
No warning. No sickness. Just gone.
The vet couldn’t explain it. Said it was sudden, unexpected. “Sometimes it just happens.”
No.
No, it doesn’t.
Something took her.
I couldn’t save her. My only true friend. I couldn’t do a fucking thing. It knew that she was protecting me.
It knew that if I had any hope or comfort it wouldn’t be able to take me.
And I think it wanted me to be alone.
It’s Worse Now
At twenty-six, I finally moved into my own place. I thought maybe—maybe—it was over. That it had just been a childhood terror. That without my dog, without anyone, I’d at least be free of it.
I was wrong.
That first night, when sleep paralysis took hold, I felt it immediately.
The air shifted.
The pressure returned.
The weight on my chest was unbearable, like something was pressing into me, sinking into my bones.
I opened my eyes.
And it was on the ceiling.
Directly above me.
Not in the corner. Not at the stairs.
Above me. Leaning down. Watching.
The eyes never blinked.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
And for the first time in my life, I felt it.
Not just its presence.
Its touch.
Like cold fingers pressing against my ribs, like something trying to pull me into the dark.
It didn’t just want to watch anymore.
It wanted more.
And now, I feel it all the time.
Even when I’m awake.
Even when the lights are on.
It’s there.
Waiting.
Watching.
And every night, when I close my eyes, I wonder—
Will I wake up this time?
It’s been a couple months since that moment and I still don’t know what this being is and almost every other day I feel dread or the feeling of being watched. I hope it’s stress and all of it is just one big coincidence.
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2025.01.31 06:10 Lavender-Tea20 AITA for being upset about a girl removing me from her wedding party?
This is my first ever submission to this sub as a long time listener of two hot takes. Hi Morgan, Justin and friends. You guys have truly gotten me through some of the darkest times of postpartum as well as always keep me company while I’m doing dishes (haha). I apologize for the length of this story ahead of time but the context is NEEDED to understand the whole situation.
So a girl Brittany(22F) reached out to me (25F) after not talking since high school. From ages 8-14 we were practically inseparable. However she would always steal my clothes. I don’t mean wear something home and not give it back I mean she would pick things she liked and stuff them into her bag without my knowledge until I saw her wearing it. She also used to come to my house every weekend with no money which led my mother (who was was not at all well off at the time) to feed her and pay for everything we did sports & club related that we were both in) Once we got to high school we fell into different crowds and just gradually fizzled out as friends. It was mutual, we didn’t have a falling out of any kind. We then both went to universities in different provinces and our already hardly there friendship just wasn’t a priority to either of us at the time.
Anyway fast forward to present day, 10 years later. We sort of rekindled that friendship that we had when we were younger. My wedding approached (around 6 months after we started talking again) and naturally I invited her to my wedding.
After my wedding passed Brittany asked me to be in her wedding party. I agreed. Her MOH and I were the only ones that had any interest in planning her Bachlorette, so we planned the entire thing with no help from her other bridesmaids. Her Bachlorette rolls around and I spent around $600 on accommodations, decorations, food, drinks, and paying for Brittany’s meals and activities occasionally. The cost didn’t matter to me regardless of how new the friendship was recently because I don’t believe in giving something with any expectations, but this girl wouldn’t even get in line to pay for anything she would just leave so someone else paid for it the entire weekend.
HOWEVER. It is now 4 days later and she texted me telling me after much thought she is removing me from her wedding party because after the weekend she feels like we don’t jive like we used to and she hopes I still can come as a guest to her wedding (only to the toonie bar, not supper or ceremony)
Am I an asshole for being mad about this? I feel like the timing of all of this is just too convenient. Especially with her history with me.
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2025.01.31 06:10 Fit_Operation3480 Me ajudem
Montei o carro mas a lataria está um pouco desalinhada como resolvo?
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2025.01.31 06:10 ekinjamalGFB Edin Dzeko 🇧🇦: 16 Goals 5 Assists Youssef En Nesyri 🇲🇦: 17 Goals 5 Assists Dusan Tadic 🇷🇸: 9 Goals 14 Assists
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2025.01.31 06:10 hwnumx2 Similarities ?
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2025.01.31 06:10 razzemmatazz Trying to find out what happened to Kevon.Dion
I listened to his Dancing in the Moonlight track on repeat for a couple years, and I see he's fully stripped his social media presence and taken all his music down. Does anyone know what happened?
Spotify Link to the removed track: https://open.spotify.com/track/4UgkuOqeAuj1KNcIPQrBTw
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2025.01.31 06:10 Vegetable-Way-5766 Can you play the secret game from c64 collection with the super pocket?:
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2025.01.31 06:10 Calm_Artist_7575 Punjabi people of this sub!
 | SSA guys! I'm trying to learn Punjabi for some time now.started learning in late 2024.I'm facing some problems for ex:- •I don't have people with whom I can practice punjabi.i tried connecting with people ( one on one ) on reddit but eventually we drift apart always. Even when I meet someone here on reddit i have to put so many efforts to keep the conversation going on.so I was thinking if you know any chatroom, discord server which is active and filled with punjabi speaking people do let me know.it will help me a lot. I have given up on idea of making punjabi friends and chatting with them coz it is calling for so much effort.i want chatroom ( or somthing like that) where my presence/absence won't matter.here on reddit if u don't text someone for 2 days they are gone.if they don't text you for 2 days it means they dumped you.so yeah if u know anything that can help me practice this language.Tho bataoooo! submitted by Calm_Artist_7575 to indiasocial [link] [comments] |
2025.01.31 06:10 MSotallyTober ¥24,265 (about $157) at ライフ (Life Market)/ Western Tokyo
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2025.01.31 06:10 Taycore912 VA health insurance?
Signed up for VA Healthcare and have a VA health card. Submitted my VA packet for service connection to hopefully get the designation on the VA health card and continue base access when my IRR card expires.
Last step I think. I need to figure this out TOMORROW. Does the VA have health insurance to help cover co pays. I'm a priority 6 and will have partial premiums since I'm over 40k.
Covered California open enrollment ends tomorrow. Last day. if there is no such thing as purely VA health insurance then does covered california cover VA in network?
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2025.01.31 06:10 AntoniumIII Convento de Monstros 39# - Edens
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2025.01.31 06:10 AnshSable Quick survey for people with eye floaters or VSS
This is basically a quick survey to see if we can connect some habits to the many causes of eye floaters
How many of you people use screens such as laptops,tv, mobile phones,etc and for how many hours per day
View Poll
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2025.01.31 06:10 Away-Broccoli3 Are these temps normal? I'm not gaming or anything demanding, just watching some youtube
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2025.01.31 06:10 krts23 Why Some People Find Coffee More Bitter Than Others: It's All About Genetics
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2025.01.31 06:10 Just_A_Lewd_Friend Need some Hung Yung Bulls rn. 05968232f8a1b26a16261b6883e7e133277b3c30fc601bc83a3d0021a6375dcc7e
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2025.01.31 06:10 rgsh45 Whats your reddit streak guys?
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2025.01.31 06:10 Playful_Surprise_350 I said what i said
Yall realize if it wasn’t for Theo, Si an would’ve not gotten that much hate? Everyone is hating on her because she’s not picking yall “green flag” he’s literally acting but yall teenagers are so naive. She’s an adult and nothing in that scene looked inappropriate they were cuddling, whatever happened after that is her business and business only. Why people are literally sl*t shaming her? Shes 25 yall bffr. Im sure if it wasn’t theo in the bed yall wouldve been screaming and giggling. Yall teenagers pmtfo. Downvote me idfc
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2025.01.31 06:10 Responsible_Bonus640 DCOS minor modifications
Hi everyone
My employer just received the DCOS after two weeks of waiting, which is such a good news. However, I noticed two minor errors: - They put a duration of 5 years when we mentioned 2 to start with (so I prepared money to pay visa fees + two years of Healthrcare Surchage, I cannot pay for 3 more years right now 😅). I think they just wanted to help and don't really know about the fees on my side. - Start date is sooner than we agree on. I have a huge personal issue I need to handle before leaving so I cannot go any sooner...
I will call HR today but does anyone have an idea if these changes are really impactful for them? They paid the 5 years fees for instance. I really don't want to be bothering them when they've been working on that visa process for so long already + do we have to wait another two weeks or so for this kind of modification?
Let's say I find a solution to keep the 5 years duration. Regarding the starting date, what happens if I come to the UK a bit after the written start date? (Not sure at all my visa will be agreed by then anyway, because the current start date is in 1 month).
Thanks a lot for your help!
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2025.01.31 06:10 unhappyssmile Finally done
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2025.01.31 06:10 Aman2801 Help me figure out what to do!
I'm posting this from Phnom Penh, where I've spent the last two incredible weeks. I met a beautiful 19-year-old girl, and we've been inseparable. We've fallen into a daily routine, and I've grown serious about her. I've even started learning Khmer to show my commitment.
But here's the kicker: I have to leave tomorrow, and she's devastated. Her birthday is next month, and she begged me to stay. Seeing her cry broke my heart.
I'm 22, and I know this might seem like a whirlwind romance, but I genuinely care for her. I'm planning to return to Cambodia in a few months, but I'm worried about losing her.
Has anyone else been in a similar situation? How did you handle the distance? Any advice would be greatly appreciated!
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2025.01.31 06:10 Internal-Rip-7305 Does anyone know if I can play Nightreign with friends if we both get selected?
Just got an email saying I was selected for Nightreign's network test. Still don’t know much about it—can I play with friends? Or does anyone want to team up?
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