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Countries UK

movie Info A detective fantasy / family drama where a love of words helps a father reconnect with a missing son

Bill Nighy, Alice Lowe

release Year 2018

runtime 91 minutes

I get goosebumps how can I not know this movie.

 

Download free sometimes always never die. This is the third of three posts with responses from our second annual 2019 community survey. This part is on questions and answers about the app and game, including moments from the game and the community, etc. Please remember that what you're seeing are just opinions! You're free to agree or disagree. (Note: You can see all the responses here) We had 1601 responses. Also note: Answers have NOT been edited for spoilers. Please proceed at your own risk. There are too many free-form answers overall, so what we do is present both aggregate data and a selection of free-form answers as well. Moments and Opinions Happy Game Moment People's lists of happy game moments generally consisted of the final culminations of a book - either victories or moments with LIs. The Endless Summer endings were also a popular happy game moment, across a bunch of different endings, though primarily the La Huerta ending. When mc and li lived happily in la huerta in endless summer Ahmed talking about his religion, and not drinking. I also don't drink so it was just nice. When Damien tells MC that he doesn't mind them being poly and accepts them as they are and has no desire to change them. Kicking butt as Kenna When my mc was turned in bb2 TF - I forget the exact chapter of it, but talking to Becca in Eskea about why we fell for her. It just gives me good chills every single time. Oh, is a difficult question, cause Choices does a great job with their stories and there's many scenes where I feel really happy or something happened to make me laugh. Since I'm currently replaying Desire & Decorum, though, the first moment that comes to mind is when MC confesses her love to Hamid. He's so happy that he starts speaking different languages, because he can't control himself, and he says that no language in his head conveys how much he loves her. It's very sweet and always makes me smile stupidly. In ACOR, where MC has FINALLY reached her goal of revenge for her fellow Ghaul and was reunited with her family. Her wiles, strength, and determination finally came to a head that day when she had finally ‘killed the man who took her life away from her. That was a great moment, indeed. When Michael asked me to be his bf in HSS (and in HSSCA when we see Maria in the cafeteria try to get my MC to join the homecoming committee and Michael mouths to save me from it behind her, for nostalgia I was grinning from ear to ear) Every scene with the daughter in MOTY. Or finally getting with your LI after a slow burn. Hugging Olivia and she actually manages to be happy, and adopting Tim in TE and he makes that happy little face at you. The Epilogue for It Libes Beneath wherr you just have fun aimlessly with no real goal or plotline. Being able to relax with your friends after the hell you just went through without any motive (like boosting nerve) or plan (like stopping by the arcade while investigating) felt beautiful. Especially after seeing how Tom grew from a posessed side character I beat up in It Lives in The Woods to a badass Hero who could finally enjoy time with friends. Being kidnapped at the end was an amazing ending too, but the calm after the storm was happy. The first time we were allowed to seriously tell Maxwell that we liked him (and kiss him. after he officially became an LI! From the beginning Id always wanted him to be an LI - and I wasnt involved in the fandom at the time so I had no idea that others felt the same or that PB had actually made the change! Probably an odd moment to choose, but when the MC from It Lives Beneath broke out of the coffin and then proceeded to murder Richard. Best thing I've ever read in a Choices book. In MotY, when Thomas and MC had the conversation about being an invisible minority or feeling like you don't live up to the culture. I have never been prouder of Pixelberry for their content. I want to see more from whoever wrote that section. I wont say a moment but id definitely chose the last few chapters of PT, the fact that her friends and LI had her back and went overboard just to get her her fans back just felt so genuinely sweet. It feels great to have someone believing in you and they made me feel that way. Another moment where i was happy was when we finally got engaged to our LI is D&D, i honestly couldnt handle seeing The Duke any longer and felt like i was going to lose it if i had to stay engaged to him longer. MC getting pregnant in the Royal Heir + I like any scene where the "cold bitch" e. g. Madeline and Olivia) gets shocked when MC does something nice for them I screamed at my phone in joy when Ride or Die MC rammed the car in one of the last chapters I was like YES GIRL YES YOU RAM THAT CAR Sad Game Moment Endless Summer endings as well as the end of the Elementalists series were common answers here. ALL THREE ENDINGS OF ES Diabolos the horses death, poor Imogen. ES2 Spoilers - Quinn dying on the bridge in the tree city, knew it was coming because of the totem but the shock of realising it was actually coming true and the fact my LI was dying made me so goddamn sad. Syphax in prison and me still not reciprocating. Turning down Liam's proposal in one gamethrough. Turning Drake down on another xD ROD MC fighting with dad. The discovery that Dames was not really Damien in PM, and we had inadvertently left him behind at the Eros headquarters. Death of professor vasquez from the freshman I sacrificed Noah in my playthrough of It Lives in the Woods, but I felt sad for those who sacrificed their MC. The baby part of Open Heart. I can't play that chapter. I literally click through without looking Ending and no continuation of Platinum, WT, Hero, and ACOR When the little boy vampire (who was a smidge of a dick) died in BB. Also when MCs Dad died in D&D. when Leon got killed by the lighting bitch i think Hayden dealing with the fact they're not human, don't have a past, etc. Being forced to pick a LI in Ride or Die Josephine Vance not getting into afterlife. Actually, it made me more angry than sad. I hated how she was treated by the narrative and I wish we (as Harper Vance/the MC) had the option of hating and not forgiving Arthur Vance instead of automatically loving him and being all "you never did anything wrong ever and I love you. 111" Anytime my daughter is sad in Mother of the Year Guilty Game Moment The most common guilty moment that people listed was rejecting "Liam" in TRR and going with another LI instead. The Noah vs. MC ending of ILITW and Mrs. Martinez in OH were also commonly cited. Also, not adopting the puppy Pebbles in Sunkissed! Rejecting Liam's proposal. I really can't play that chapter at all if I'm not going to accept. Everytime that I can't spend diamonds to help someone, I'm like "Yeah sorry I can't stay to help you cope with your mother's death but hey, I'm broke so see you later" When I hooked up with Ivy When is selected to have a final fling before marriage thinking the fling was with the fiance Hana. Her look of disappointment was heartbreaking Leading Aster on only to choose Shreya. Naming the hawk in TC&TF Tom Sato (gets killed in the first book) Ms Martinez's death. The whole thing was so unprofessional. It made me furious rather than guilty at moments, though. any adoptable animal moment and i have no diamonds None. It's just a game. Why feel guilty at all? HHS:CA unintentionally breaking my previous MC's leg The Noah vs MC decision. I always choose to let Noah make the sacrifice, but it seems so unfair to either of them. whilst romancing Estela during the entirety of Endless Summer I accidentally bought a diamond scene where I slept with Sean. Ironically it was at the New Years party/birthday party so after Sean and i had sex and i left the room in the morning i found Estela and she was sad (because she found her mums room in the hotel but i didnt know that yet and i thought she was upset because i slept with Sean) I felt horrible so I replayed the chapter and bought the diamond scene with her and then i realised shed be sad either way because it wasnt about the sex it was about her mum. 😂 Choosing Marc Antony in the finale of ACOR. It just felt wrong because I've romanced Cassius too much and it didn't really make any sense in general since he's technically been our villain as well. MC storming the stage during the Vinyls. (PT) I felt so bad for Jaylyn and was quite angry that I didn't have a choice in the matter. My attempts to be kind to her throughout the book all seemed for naught. I almost quit the book right then. Having to say no to Maria's invitation in HSS book 1 after I accidentally flirted too hard with her when I was going for Emma on my first playthrough I hereby apologise for hoarding my diamonds and thereby murdering people in IT LIVES. Having sexy time with Dames, not realizing it was a robot. Not occasionally, but I would sometimes get my character involved in polygamy just to get to know them better and see who is a better match. I felt guilty when I chose to lie to Simon in The Haunting of Braidwood Manor to get his key. I felt so guilty after choosing that that I immediately restarted the chapter and told him the truth. None guilt is a weakness Unpopular Opinions The question was "Do you have an opinion about Choices or its books/endings that others might consider unpopular. A common topic of discussion was the issue of MC gender choice, or Love Hacks is underrated. TRR book 3 is the worst of the TRR series. ES is too paywalled. Across the Void should have been a diplomatic mission transport vessel no a cruise ship with annoying passengers. This should have been a covert mission that went sideways and full of lies, betrayal, and an antihero main character. Braidwood Manor is insanely unpopular and ending made me cry, when we learnt MC's brother committed suicide Choices doesn't do trans people well. "I grew to hate the " friends" of the MC in In Lives in the Woods after I saw that they didn't care about the MC if he/she died at the end of ILITW or in It Lives Beneath. I ended up replaying ILITW, killing off those ungrateful brats, making Noah take Jane's place (again) and had my MC ride off into the sunset with Connor, her love interest. Absolutely NO REGRETS going into ILB with all the ILITW gang dead. Also, I know a lot of people have a soft spot for Lily in ILITW, but she bugs the snot out of me and rubs me the wrong way with how she's willing to defend legitimate bullies. She lets her feelings for someone get in the way of her common sense and the fact that there's so much at stake. Again, no regrets with killing her off (or any of the other " friends. in my version of ILITW. I hated that Landry turned on us in Open Heart, but I also love the guy. I forgave him as soon as I could and I really wanted him to stay. I understand that some books may abruptly end for many factors, but going off community reactions, people can be way too hard over a few books that may have had an (interesting/better written) sequel. "I dont like the suggestions of a male-only book as a spiteful response to female-led ones. A, like, NFL story, fine. Some books are stand-alone and thats okay. Theres books like that in real life. Its not PB being stupid or spiting players, its a choice. Maybe that I get frustrated with people getting upset over not being able to pick our gender. I play so many games as a male because I have to, and I loose interest because I can't play myself, as a woman. I fully understand wanting the choice, but the way some people respond and/or mock PB for it upsets me. I finally have a genre where literally every book either only has a female MC or offers one, and people get angry over that. Yeah Justin is a jerk and Im all about women getting respect. obviously, since Im a woman, but come on, this is just how the character is written, he will obviously have some type of personality change, and I would bet half the fandom will love him. Also, Im sick of hearing about Ethan forcing himself on us. PB isnt trying to force sex on us and people who take it that way are being a little extra. Ethan is obviously one of the main LIs and thats just how it is. And with the forced LIs. again yeah it sucks, but this is just a game, Im sorry that its like that, but to sit there and bitch like Ive seen some players do on this page is crazy. Like I get it, I wish Jax had more screen time than Adrian, but Im not gonna throw a fit bc thats just how it is! Sorry if I seem insensitive, I promise Im not. I completely agree with the players that wish there were werent so many gender locked books s is a complaint Ill get behind and support them on! The LIs most of the time have one personality trait: loving the MC. I mean come on, give me some personality please. 80% of them are the same person. I don't mind single books if they end fully fleshed out, don't really want 3 books tbh if there's not enough story to go with it TC&TF is paint-by-numbers epic fantasy. It has some fun moments and characters, but is hugely overrated by the fandom. I 100% wanted to forgive Ivy and be her friend — I got her to ally status even before the diamond choice before the final of AME. PTR wasnt that bad 😬 There needs to be more tragic/bittersweet endings to the stories (e. self sacrifice in Endless Summer, Across the Void, etc. The quality is declining and there's nothing wrong with criticizing Pixelberry for it. Also I hate the re-use of sprites (especially those who were important characters. Even worse LIs like Khaan. let users submit stories or ideas for new books or the continuing of the books that are already ended I am a big fan of wedding books. Why does the MC always have to be the underdog/inexperienced/weak? Give us a sword wielding, pants wearing, steal your girl MC. I would've romanced Duke Richards. Sure he's a vile abuser but given that he is a Duke and has immense power, getting a marriage with him would've solidified Edgewater's status in the UK. Given that he himself is easy to manipulate, MC could theoretically have further influence in British society. I enjoy HSSCA more than HSS. I identify more with my dorky theatre kid MC. App Questions How long have you been playing Choices the game? The majority of players have been playing the game for at least the last two years. One third said they had been playing since the beginning. Played Since Number Since the beginning (August 17, 2016) 518 At least the last two years 420 At least the last year 240 At least the last 9 months 124 At least the last 3 months 80 At least the last 6 months 76 I don't remember 60 At least the last month 24 Just started playing within the last month 18 How many chapters have you completed? Just under a quarter of players have played over 1000 chapters, meaning they're basically all caught up with everything. The majority of players have played over 750 chapters. Chapters Played Number 750-999 442 1000+ 369 500-749 326 250-499 242 Under 250 151 Have you ever bought diamonds? A majority of players have purchased diamonds. Bought Diamonds? Number Yes 919 No 590 Maybe 47 Have you ever bought keys? Most players have not purchased keys, however. Bought Keys? Number No 977 Yes 541 Maybe 36 How did you find out about Choices the game? Method Number App Store/Google Play 643 Mobile Ad 494 Older Pixelberry Game 373 Social Media 197 Word-of-mouth 107 Here are some other reasons people listed: I was just searching for games that have "choices" and this naturally came out in my search for "choices game" My friend had Pinterest boards for Choices books and I was intrigued lol Searched for lesbian romance games on reddit Used to play episode, jumped ship when I found bettee Downloading Choices got me a coin reward in another game I played. Then I got hooked to Choices and haven't played the other game in months lmfao Was playing episode initially and got bored when I ran out of keys so I downloaded another story app From choice of games tex based CYOA game books, i wanted a game that had more visual and found choices in the play store I got told of it by friends and played Choices to mock it. Didn't expect it to actually be good My mom installed it so I was curious what it was. Turned out, it was fate! How do you like Choices the game overall? Overall across 1550 ratings people's average for the game came out to be 4. 40 out of 5. Any suggestions for improvements or changes to Choices the game? Multiple savegames per book like episode that you can switch at any time. 2) A subscription model where you can buy a book for a reasonable price and have ALL diamond options in that book unlocked. A better/neutral/bad content system for people who purchased premium scenes or not. From what I played most of the books are either you pay and get content or dont pay and the book feels like a minute long. Also make choices that have more rewarding/punishing consequences. Not many books have those. As much as Im a sucker for romance, I would really love more of a variety of book genres. The weddings, babies, and country yeehaw is getting excessive. I would also love more diverse sex scenes (i. e. MC being a top) and more consistent with the characters genders. Lastly, can we switch up the flirting dialogue? Not so direct and straightforward all the time? It can sound so cringeworthy and unnatural. Diamond/Keys arent as plentiful as they should be. buying them shouldnt be a requirement for a solid ending Do better for the LGBTQ+ community. More diverse characters, including more explicitly trans characters. Less genderlocking. Prioritize quality of content over quantity. Make diamond choices count. Either include more options for lesbians and male players or stop teasing those options in advertisements Every series should have more than one book and also many side-stories like The Freshman. When you tap on Browse by series and only find one book in one series. It looks very strange and empty. No serie should be left alone even if it is unpopular. I hope Perfect Match comes back and The Royal series should never end, maybe after The Royal Heir it comes The Royal Academy. And I am waiting for Hero Volume 2. Grittier stories. Add swear words. We can kill people and fuck people but we can't say "fuck" Stupid. I feel like the diamond choices are getting out of control. Instead of adding flavour to the story, like outfits, pets, steamy scenes with LIs, etc. theyre now hiding bits of the story that could be important like information your character should already know, spending any sort of time with your LI, etc. behind a paywall. It feels like by the time a book is finished, you have to pay 50 to read the whole thing, which is ridiculous. I know this isnt really in their control, but I just wish they would stop ending popular books that people like, such as Nightbound, The Elementalists, and Platinum. I know budget can be an issue, but they need to be more transparent with us instead of waiting until the very last chapter to reveal that there wont be a sequel. I wish they could be more comfortable writing what they love without much financial concerns. I'd like to see their real vision of ATV before it got scrapped for example. Also, the fluffy books might be released in balance with other genres that I consider great but generally not generating enough money, like Nightbound. Lastly, diamond routes could be better like they did with TC&TF where our Choices are still matter without them diamonds. Id say ungenderlock some books, but thats asking too much. Id say add a bookmark feature where you can replay your favourite chapter anytime (cost 2 keys though. I'd like more asexual options, like in TE. I'm not asexual myself, but sometimes I just don't like any of the LIs or want to play a book without romance. Less genderlocked romance books, and better treatment for the female LIs. LIs/Characters with more personality. Lately a lot of the books have really dull side characters without any defining traits, which means I'm not invested in the story. PtR is the worst for this, along with AME and SK. On the flip side, I thought the characters from ES and tCatF were really well fleshed out for the most part. Maybe let us store more keys than 2 maybe 5? More female LIs. I don't want to sound greedy but it would be nice to have a choice of female LIs a little more often. The ability to see where you have made purchases without playing through the story again would be useful, even if it just said 'In this book you have purchased 1 Casual Outfit and 2 additional scenes' or something like that. Multiple partners in the ending and gender option for all the books. No more forced LIs, no more LIs getting all the screen time and pushing the others out of the story, and let us choose our sexuality at the beginning to prevent unwanted advances Stop favoring one love interest over the others. Focus more on character development and the plot instead of more romance. Wrap up underperforming stories better, rather than ending them abruptly with dozens of loose ends and unfulfilling conclusions. Yes, tell whoever keeps doing it to stop writing that a character's lips "quirk" into a smile. It has become so overused, especially in recent books, and every time I see it I go into a rage because I hate that phrase. I hate it. I absolutely detest it because it is horrible. I get so angry when it appears. It's not something anybody says. It's something that you read in Twilight and then again in 50 Shades of Grey. If I wanted to read Twilight or 50 Shades of Grey I'd stick my head into a vat of boiling acid. I should not have to read about mouths acting like eyeballs at any moment. Nobody should. If you are going to borrow a writerly quirk from another author, please choose an author who isn't objectively terrible. It does not make your writing better. It does not make your stories more interesting. I'm sure you're proud of yourself, but it's lazy writing and more importantly it's terrible writing. Remember, not everybody is a freak about this stuff, and they probably don't remember that it's there. So what are you including it for? The people who don't mind it don't remember, and the people who mind do remember. You'll make me so happy if you stop that. Also, please, it's terrible writing and will improve how people feel about the stories. Community Questions Did you create a Reddit account just to participate in r/Choices? About a third of all Reddit users created an account just for the community! Answer Number No 906 Yes 370 No Reddit Account 226 How long have you been subscribed to r/Choices or been part of the community? The majority of users just joined our community within the last year. Answer Number At least the last year 319 At least the last 6 months 216 At least the last 3 months 205 Just joined within the last month 171 At least the last 9 months 147 At least the last month 134 I don't remember 122 Since the beginning 26 How often do you visit r/Choices on average? The vast majority of members visit our subreddit weekly, and almost half, daily. Answer Number A few times a week 424 Daily 379 Multiple times a day 289 When I see a post while browsing Reddit 131 Weekly 122 Monthly 58 When I get a notification 22 The number one reason people put was discussion threads, followed by memes and news and the friendly community. Here are some other answers: Thirsty b*tches i can relate to i find it cringey at times but im impressed at how devoted n positive people are in this subreddit The fact I can ask something I don't understand and someone else could answer it. The memes hit - like they brighten up my day literally everything, its so creative lol i love yall Everything lul, as long as it has to do with a book series I have read. Its nice seeing people having the same opinions as me about the chapters/ characters Debriefing after chapters Seeing pictures of peoples customisable MCs/LIs etc to help me decide which one to pick the memes are HILARIOUS How often do you change your userflair on r/Choices? A majority of respondents have userflair on the subreddit, but most change it infrequently. Answer Number I don't have any userflair 628 Rarely 316 Never, I've picked one and am sticking with it 219 Occasionally 157 Very often 26 How do you like r/Choices the community overall? The average rating people had for the subreddit was 4. 11, out of 1 to 5. What other online platforms do you talk with others about Choices? No surprise, Tumblr was the most popular one here with almost half of respondents here being active on there. Followed by the Wikia/Fandom, Instagram, Twitter, and Youtube. The overlap between Facebook, Discord, and Amino is rather low since all were fewer than 15. Any suggestions for improvements or changes to r/Choices? Most of these changes are regarding the community and other members rather than things mods can do, but here they are! A reminder that for threads where there are personal attacks, etc. please report the comments in question. We get something like a thousand comments a day and there's no way we can read through all of them, so reporting helps bring things to our attention. Same thing goes for reposts. A masterthread for "They shouldn't let me name things" posts Actually read threads that are already in existence, and dont just make a new one. Less low effort/meme posts As impossible as it is, more open mindedness about others' opinions. Guys who are upset with some books being Genderlocked get shut down and even harassed for such a simple opinion. bring back disco jax! People need to stop being so reluctant to criticism and getting upset any time someone says PB is problematic. Bring Tantrum Thursdays back. Let us rant if we want to, stop trying to shut down criticism of the app. Nope, this is one of my favorite communities and Subreddits. For every book that someone doesn't like, someone likes that book. Whenever a subreddit starts to gang up on a book, someone probably loses the will to talk about said book. I'm not saying that bad things shouldn't be discussed. I'm just saying theres got to be sort of compromise to make someone want to talk about a book they're reading rather than being scared they'll be bullied for not following the crowd or something. If that makes sense? Higher mod activity, so we can avoid multiple people uploading the same thing over and over, and this is a long shot, but it would be really cool to ban the people downvoting just because. Stop shitting on books the second they are announced and stop overhyping things, downvoting for disagreeing with your LIs I like the tournament style book vs book, character vs character things you guys have. Just keep on being friendly 😂😘 Keep up the good work, guys, y'all are amazing kill the mods. replace them with bots. make r/choices great Mod Chazz Need to bring more artist into this community and spread our influences. Love the subreddit, keep up the great work! More memes. While I feel that our community is generally civil and respectful, some of yall are just. sigh. I havent been as active anymore because people get so defensive and aggressive, even though I feel that I make myself clear in explaining myself. Its usually when topics like racism - specifically anti-Blackness - come up. Its just a shame because as progressive as Choices is compared to other media, the community could improve with open mindedness and learning. Surveys, March Madness- any type of polling really. I like taking surveys, so thank you for making this one! No! Id just like to thank the mods who have been keeping this subreddit alive Surprised at the results and answers? Expecting them? Want to give your own hot take? Comment below.

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So far, Ive taught over 100 hours worth of lessons with iTutor and I appreciate the extremely reliable bookings, the mix of 1on1 and group classes, and the flexibility of teaching kids, adults, or a mix of both. iTutors pay rates have the most variance out of all of the online teaching platforms out there. Fortunately, youll only need to spend a few minutes filling out the iTutor application form to find out what youll be offered. Additionally, bear in mind that that teachers who stick with iTutor long-term are rewarded with pay raises and promotions, and some teachers are currently earning several times what they were offered at the start. The starting pay is based on a handful of factors like nationality, university degree status, teaching experience, and location. Native English teachers generally start at about 20 per hour. New teachers on iTutor will need to open a minimum of 5 hours of schedule slots per week, during Chinas peak hours. Teacher requirements Degree: Bachelors degree required. Teaching certificate: Required, but it can be completed after youre hired at iTutor. If you want the quick and easy one, it costs 19, takes about 3-5 hours to finish, and it's accepted at every online school. Experience: Not required, but some experience is preferred. iTutor is a good choice for both beginners and experienced teachers. Nationalities: iTutor has no firm restrictions on nationalities. That being said, I've seen some high rejection rates among candidates from certain countries, as well as lower starting salary offers to candidates from certain countries. Again, it just takes a couple of minutes to fill out the form to find out what you'll be offered. Accent: Neutral or somewhat neutral Internet connection: 0. 8 mbps download, 0. 5 mbps upload. Connection must also be stable enough for streaming video chat. Pay, lesson. scheduling info Pay & lesson time: Pay rate varies a lot. 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Fortunately, you only need to fill out the iTutor application to find out what salary theyll offer you. Expats and digital nomads MAY be offered uncompetitive pay if theyre living in a country with low living expenses. This is not always the case, as I have many recruits living overseas in developing countries and earning competitive pay. I am in this very situation myself and Im paid competitively. After passing the interview, teachers will need a red polo short (or nice red shirt for women) and a background with the iTutor logo. A digital image will be provided, which can be printed out and attached to a poster board or wall. iTutor teachers are occasionally booked with “45 minute classes”. These are group classes, which have a certain base pay, and there are bonuses earned from the students leaving positive reviews. On average, these 45 minute classes pay less per minute than the standard 25 minute classes. IF a teacher is assigned lots of these classes, it could pull their average salary down. From what Ive seen, these 45 minute classes are pretty uncommon, and I personally have never been given a single one. In an effort to be as transparent as possible, Id like you to understand that its possible youll be given some of these. Youll learn more about this as you progress through the on-boarding process and are offered your starting salary. If you have any questions or comments, free to contact me via reddit mail, email. or comment below. Thanks for taking a look! edit: Added a note about nationalities in the Teacher Requirements section.

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So, I'm a guy in his early thirties with a four-year degree and a poor temperament. There isn't much in the way of career options out there for someone like me, but I do what I can to get by. I live alone in a month-to-month studio apartment with a communal bathroom that everyone who lives on my floor uses (great. and I embraced the new "gig-conomy" as soon as it started in my area. I use an old smartphone to download apps that are work related, but it does the trick for now. I hunt for jobs on Craigslist every day when I have a few minutes of down time. I eat like crap, I sleep like crap, and what few romantic prospects I've ever had in my life were few and far between a very long time ago. I worked at two or three jobs, I can't quite remember, in my field of choice for a grand total of two years. The longest job that I've ever held beyond that was as a pizza guy for three miserable years. I've seen some strange things in my time as a delivery boy. I've walked up to a door answered by a naked person, or sometimes, naked people. I've nearly been mugged a few times driving around Wilmington. Hell, there was this one time I talked a guy out of SUICIDE! He was a good tipper. But, all of those things pale in comparison to the last gig job I took. Well, it wasn't so much the job, but the last delivery that I ever made for it. I had been hired by a baggage courier service in Philadelphia. They put out a Craigslist ad and I managed to email a resume to them from my phone. They're located in Essington, PA, right outside of the town of Chester, Philadelphia International Airport, and the Delaware River. The pay seemed good, not great, but the hours were good. I worked second shift, two-to-ten p. m., which allowed me to get some sleep after my paper route. The job involved driving a crappy white Ford Econoline van to the airport and stop at each baggage office at each terminal. Once there, we went to each airline's lost baggage office to grab what hadn't made it off the flight for whatever reason. After all of the lost bags were collected we drove the van back to the shop and unloaded it all based on routes in Jersey, the Philadelphia suburbs, and Delaware. Even though I'm from Delaware (yes, it's a real state that exists) I never actually got to take the Delaware route. Often, I was relegated to Jersey. After the bags were sorted, we used a lost baggage app to cross reference each bag to our own delivery code so that the passengers of the airline would know that we had their bag, that we were bringing it to them, and what our personal vehicles looked like. What the app didn't tell them, something that they never seemed to understand anyway, is that we often took 10-to-15 bags at a time, thus their bag was part of a route and everyone had a window of four-to-six hours to receive their bag. When I started the job, I figured that people would be grateful enough just to have their stuff back, but that was never the case. They gave me dirty looks, I received nasty phone calls from them, and they gave me every sob story under the sun. But I never received a single thank you or a tip or any form of gratitude. I had half a mind to say to these people, I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry madam, this is my job and I do the best that I can at it. I'm sorry that your Samsonite is one of fifteen bags and I had to stop for gas as well. If that bag is worth less than your time, perhaps I could have chucked it into the Delaware River, thus ridding us both of this inherent pain-in-the-ass suitcase. I hate people almost as much as I hate July. But this little tale of mine isn't about any of those ungrateful people. This is a story about the last bag I ever "delivered. I had only been with the company for about three weeks. Doing any form of manual labor in Philadelphia in July is humid death and the sun stays out until about nine in the evening. But, this was the only job I could immediately find. One particular day I was getting ready to take the Jersey route, a total of eight bags that day, when I got called into the office by Heather, the owner of the company. She told me that Frontier has just received another bag and they begged us to take it. "Where's it going. I asked her. "Tom's River. she replied, cringing a little bit as she braced for my reaction. Tom's River was only about two hours from the courier office, that's all. Included with my other eight bags why would I be so angry about having to drive two hours out of my way? Get the hell out of here. I immediately yelled back. "It's a lot of money. she snapped back at me. "You'll make 120 dollars off of this bag alone. I rubbed my chin and sighed, pacing in the office and thinking hard about the delivery. I must have given myself away because when I looked back at her she had a slight quiver of a smile on her lips. "Well, I guess I don't have much of a choice. I told her. "I'll head back to the terminal. Don't get any ideas about making something like this a regular thing, by the way. This is a one-time only favor that I'm doing for you. She scoffed. "I've heard that before, Richard. Anyway, when you get back to the office I won't be here. I'll see you tomorrow. I took my own Camry to the terminal this time. I hated that damn van anyway and it just made sense to drive my own car. I parked outside with the blinkers on in the pickup lane. I let the nearby parking authority and state police know who I was with and ran inside to the Frontier baggage claim. The woman behind the desk, Gina, was on the phone when I got there. I'd met Gina before, and she smiled as I made my way to the desk. She held up a finger to me and said goodbye into the phone and hung up the receiver. Then, she turned to me. "Hey, Ricky. she said to me, cheerfully. "I'm glad you could make it, I just got off the phone with Heather. I ran my hand through my hair. "Tom's River Gina, really. She threw her hands up. "I'm sorry! They just send them to me and I call you guys! I told my supervisor how expensive this bag would be and he didn't care, so here we are. I know. I replied. "I'm sorry. Are there any special instructions with the bag. She sucked air through her teeth, it's a sound so vile that I'll never forget it. "Well. she started, but then trailed off. "Gina. I replied sternly. Without saying a word, her eyes darted to the corner of the office. I whipped around and stared for a moment, saw it in the corner, and then I threw my arms up in disgust. The bag was this old, blue pleather Jet Flite brand piece of crap. Well, most of it was blue. It yellowed in a few places and some of the pleather chipped off. It was from the 1950's, before rolling luggage was a thing, so this was just a handle suitcase. I turned back to look at Gina. "I don't know. she said to me, apologetically. "We ran it through the x-ray machine and there's nothing but clothes in it. The name, address, and phone number are on the slip. That's the best I can do, Ricky. I'm sorry. I looked down at the suitcase and pulled the tag off. I pulled out my phone and called the phone number on the suitcase tag. It rang twice, and I swear to God it did the strangest thing afterward. There was a click on the other end, like someone picked it up, but there wasn't any ambient noise in the background. No one said hello, no one breathed into the microphone, and I didn't hear any noises in the background. I didn't even hear the static of the landline itself. There was nothing. I hung up and tried calling back but this time I got a message that the number was out of service, which made even less sense. I looked down at my phone to make sure I had the number right and then I looked back at Gina again. She started to say something but her phone rang. She said her greeting and then shrugged at me and mouthed sorry, and then she turned back and walked into the office behind the desk. I took a breath and bent down to get the bag. I nearly blew out every muscle in my body when I tried to lift it by the handle. My back felt like it strained muscles in three different places! What in the hell is in this thing, cement? I asked myself as I worked to massage the pain out of my lower back. What did Gina say was in the bag, nothing but clothes? Not knowing what else to do I notified a security guard that I was leaving the bag in the office. I walked down to the Delta Airlines hub to grab their baggage cart. They were always jackasses as they used a different recovery service and they usually mocked my company in the few times I had to deal with them. They always made me leave my ID with them but I didn't really have a choice this time, all over the other baggage offices were closed by now. I entered Delta and eyeballed the smirking representative. With some coaxing, eventually the rep let me use the baggage cart. When I made it back to Frontier the lights in the office were still on, but there was no sign of Gina. I readied the cart next to the bag, I braced myself to pick it up (using my legs this time) and I put my hand on the handle. When I pulled, I flew backwards and landed on my back, carrying the bag with me as it landed on my stomach, nearly taking the wind out of my lungs. It weighed about as much as a feather this time. I rolled onto my feet and looked around to make sure that no one saw me make an ass out of myself. Then, I looked down at the suitcase. Did someone tamper with it when I went to get the baggage cart? I grabbed the handle and tried it again, this time with only a little force. Yep, it was just as light this time. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes in that moment. What happened with this bag? Am I fatigued? I asked myself trying to rationalize things. I rubbed my chin and grabbed the bag again, and then I tossed it on to the baggage cart. As dumb as that may seem, I went out of my way to get that damn cart so I was determined to use it. I wheeled the cart out to my Camry and I popped the trunk, which was already weighed down by the other bags. I was burning daylight now and I had to get out on my Jersey route, so I just tossed it in and ripped the tag off to keep with the other tags. I shifted them around so that the old Jet Flite bag was last, thus it would be the last delivery on the route. I closed my trunk and grabbed the baggage cart so I could take it back to Delta. I started the Camry and drove up 95 north and over the Walt Whitman Bridge. As I drove towards Camden County, New Jersey, I noticed a smell in the air. It was a faint but foul aroma. I chocked this up to me simply driving through New Jersey and programmed Google Maps towards the first destination on my route. The route was as scenic as it always was. With stops in Mount Laurel, Cherry Hill, Glassboro, and Vineland, the office made sure that I would beat my car to death in the July humidity with as much back tracking as I usually had to do. Yes, this is the way we did things; in order of distance from the office and time received as opposed to some straight line during delivery. One by one I dropped the bags off until I was left with only the Jet Flite bag. I programmed the street address to the destination in Tom's River into my phone's GPS and started up 295 North from where I was. It would take another hour and a half to get there as I expected. As I passed through Trenton, I noticed the smell again and began to think about it. It had fluctuated between pungent and faint but it never left the Camry. Not only did the smell linger, but now it was getting overbearing. I looked to each shoulder for cops and I accelerated faster. I raced toward Tom's River so that I could drop this damn bag off and call it a night. My stomach was killing me with hunger pains but I was closed to the exit for the town now and according to Maps I was about 30 minutes away altogether. I noticed that I was taking shallow, measured breaths at this point, and that I was starting to get dizzy. To wake myself up I slowed down to check the tag again. The name on the tag was, Richard Higgins, and other than a phone number that didn't seem to work correctly, the tag showed the Tom's River address, a bar code, and an IATA number. I wish Gina would have been able to give me more information, like if Frontier had ever even spoke with Gloria or if I could just leave the suitcase on the porch and waive the signature, but that was the nature of the beast with this job. Some pop-punk son from my high school days blared from the radio as it came back from a commercial break. I smiled and sang along a little bit until I had to look at my GPS again to make sure I was still within spitting distance. I turned the radio down to plan my route in my mind. Riiiccchhhaaarrrrdddd. What in the God damn hell. I screamed out, nearly swerving into a car in the lane to the right of me. The shock sent me into a panic while I tried desperately to move to the right-side shoulder. It had been the sound of an elderly woman. Well, kind of, I mean that's the best way to describe what I heard. There was about that voice, something that I couldn't figure out while I was parked on the shoulder and trying to calm myself down. I thought to myself, what was that, and how did it know my name? With the Camry in park I got out as fast as I could. Someone blared their horn at me as they nearly took my driver's side door off. I walked around to the front of the car to try and calm down. I stared into the back seat through the windshield, but there was nothing there except for my discarded Burger King wrappers. I opened my door again and popped the trunk, then made my way around to the back of the car. The Jet Flite bag was still in the trunk. I grabbed it's handle and pulled it out, half expecting to throw my back out again. But, it was as lightweight as an old bag filled with pajamas should have been. I put the bag back in, shut the trunk lid, and took a few deep breaths. Everything us fine, you're fine, you're just tired and working too hard, I told myself. If anyone needs a vacation, it's you, Rick. When I got back in my car I noticed, actually. The smell was gone. But it's absence, for some reason, only served to make me more paranoid than I was when I pulled over. I should have been able to locate that smell. It's sudden absence didn't mean that the problem was gone. That put me on edge. Behind the wheel of the Camry, I sat in the driver's seat for a moment, hesitant to pull out into traffic. I looked over at my phone and the GPS map on it. I was only about 15 minutes away from the location now, which gave me a little relief. I shifted into drive and merged back into traffic. I finally wound up at my last delivery. It was 9:30 by that time which made me curse myself in frustration. That always bothered me about people who complained I was taking too long to get to their houses with their bags. It was never my desire to drive around until 11 o'clock or midnight with their bags just so I could end up back at my shitty apartment at three in the morning. I shook my head at that thought and checked the bag tag again. 1260 Landing Way Tom's River, NJ Staring at the sign for Landing Way, I pulled my car down the street, checking the numbers on the houses as I drove so I could find 1260. I pulled close to 1256 and I noticed that there weren't any other houses on that side of the street, and about half a mile down the street there was a dead end sign. I pulled up beside 1256 and gauged the situation. My GPS notified me that I had arrived, but at the time I didn't think that was possible. I shifted to park and looked at what was supposed to be 1260 Landing Way. This is supposed to be the part of the story where I lock eyes with a cliche' of some kind. I figured I would pull up to the Bates' Mansion or Ed Gein's house or something to that effect. I wish I could write about things like boarded up windows, gothic additions, or someone looking at me through a curtain. If I would have seen ANY of those things, maybe that day would make a little more sense to me now. But, when I looked out of my driver's side window, there was nothing. There was no house at all. From the car, I even shined my phone's flashlight on the land to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Don't get me wrong, it looked like there may have been a house on that land at some point. But, that point was a long time ago, certainly not that day in July. There was the remnants of what looked like a driveway, not counting the tall grass that grew out of the cracks. The sidewalk kept going from 1256 to the dead end, and there was nothing out front except and old, rusted fence with a gate that was maybe three feet high. Well, there was a part of that fence, anyway. The fence only covered about four feet of the land in either direction. The gate hung poorly off of the hinges, what was left of it, anyway. The grass was overgrown; it looked almost like a couple of odd, concrete structures growing in a field. This made me scratch my head for a minute or two. I turned the flashlight on my phone off and looked at the app. I turned the overhead light on in the Camry while I gauged the situation. The GPS and app both told me that I was at the correct address. I breathed a long and deep sigh and got out of the car, leaving my keys in the ignition. I turned my flashlight back on and slowly walked towards the. I don't know, the driveway I guess? I looked around using the light and made my way further onto the parcel of land. The hair on the back of my neck then stood up, which didn't help the fact that I already knew something wasn't right. When I made my way up to the top of the driveway, long cracked and worn and being reclaimed by the earth beneath it, I looked to my right, and I was glad I walked up the driveway slowly. There was a foundation to the right that resembled a basement. There were footers and columns, and a couple of old appliances that were rusted through and through sat down in the pit, surrounded by a few puddles of standing water. There was a washer, a dryer, and a water heater. The water heater was lying down on the ground horizontally. I then noticed a furnace nearby as well. I took a deep breath and carefully made my way back to my car. I broke into a sprint and opened the trunk. I tried the phone number on the tag again. This time, the line was not dead. It rang three times and someone picked up. I heard heavy breathing on the end of the line and alarm bells went off in my head. I managed to stammer out a weak, hello? Hellllloooooooo, Riccchhhhhaaaarrrrrddddddd. I heard again, and it cut through my ears and down my spine. I dropped the phone on the ground and popped the trunk open with my key. I grabbed the handle on the Jet Flite bag, and of course it again felt like there were cinder blocks in the damn thing. I felt dizzy and right away noticed that the foul odor had come back. But instead of being localized to my car, it was all around me as I tried desperately to get the bag out of the trunk. With what strength I had left in my legs, I pulled the bag out and threw it on the asphalt behind me. The latches popped open and the contents spilled out. Like Gina had told me, all that was in there was an old nightgown and slippers. I didn't spend long processing the contents of the bag I just grabbed my phone off the street and made a break for the driver's side door. I noticed that the call was still going on the phone and I shut it off. I got in the car and turned the key in the ignition. Thankfully, I was two for two against cliche's and the Camry started right up. I threw it in gear and blasted back down Landing Way. Within a few moments I was back on 295 heading south. I tried to avoid police when I noticed that the smell was overpowering now. Why was it so bad? I ditched the bag and everything. It clogged my nostrils and made me dizzy again. As I gasped for air, it came from the back seat. Riiiiiccccchhhhhaaaarrrrddddddd! Fury replaced fear as I pulled over to the shoulder and popped the trunk while my car idled. I stomped to the rear of the car and threw the trunk lid open. Sure enough, there it was, sitting in the space above the spare tire compartment. It was the Jet Flite bag, the damn Jet Flite bag. I have no idea how, but I was still in possession of it. Oh well, I guess I was one-for-three in horror cliches tonight. I yelled, I just looked to the New Jersey night sky and yelled as loud as I could. I yelled so loud that cars driving by slowed down and nearly rear-ended each other. I grabbed the handle on the Jet Flite bag, which of course felt like grabbing a boulder with a handle, and I pulled it to the mouth of the trunk. I was able to git it over and dump it on the side of the road. Again, the locking mechanism snapped open and the contents of the bag poured out. There were photographs now, old photographs, some in frames and some loose prints just lying on the road. Where in the hell did the nightgown and slippers go? This didn't explain the weight fluctuation of the bag at all. Why did the damn thing feel like a boulder sometimes? I looked down at the photos. They had burn marks on them, most of them did. Some were singed on the corners and some were burned beyond recognition. I picked up a few of the legible ones. Mostly, the photos were of a family. Thee was a husband, a wife, and two kids. I'd have to estimate that the kids were ages 10 and 12, a boy and a girl, with the boy being the older one. The man wore a business suit with a fedora and the wife, who kind of was a looker, wore a contemporary dress of the late 50's or early 60's, if I had to guess. Based on the color tone of the photo I guessed that the pictures were taken around that time frame as well, maybe later. A few things about the photos, though. There were a few words scrawled on them in green marker, from another language. Except it wasn't marker, come to think of it. It was wax, candle wax. I noticed something else in the photos, too. There was a house in every photo. It was a small, brick ranch house and the family was standing in front of it. The surrounding land looked exactly like Landing Way. I took a closer look at the photo. In his left arm, he held his wife. And in his right hand. It was a blue, Jet Flite suitcase. Right there on the highway I started looking feverishly through other photos. One of the photos showed the man and a woman, a completely different woman, in bed, taken through the window of a completely different house. There was another photo that showed candles on the wooden floor of a dark room, Green candles. There were five of these candles to be specific, and in the middle was a fedora and the suitcase. The next photo showed the ranch house on Landing Way on fire. There were figures in the widows of this photograph, all of them had their hands on the glass. Six pairs of hands, and four of them belonged to children. I dropped the photo I was looking at when I heard my name again. It was. different this time. This time, the voice was deep, even guttural. I slammed the trunk shut, leaving the Jet Flite bag and the pictures on the street and ran to the driver's seat. I slammed my door shut, found my key, and tore off the shoulder back into traffic. I was trying to outrun the smell and this damn bag and whatever memories were attached to it. I hoped that escape was possible. The smell only became stronger as I made it to Trenton. It was then that I made the mistake of looking in the rearview mirror. I saw her eyes first. They had no detail to them, they were just these damned, yellow orbs sunk into black sockets. She was old; at least she looked ancient, anyway. Her hair, what was left of it, was grey and stringy. She had a grin. I think it was a grin. Her teeth were a disgusting shade of brown. She was completely nude; I don't know why I'm thinking about this now, but maybe that's why the nightgown was in the suitcase? I'm not sure what bags get inspected upon traveling down to hell. Her skin was pale white, all wrinkles, but no veins. In retrospect maybe she didn't have any blood left in her. Hell, maybe that's what she wanted from me. This time I watched her mouth open, but she didn't say my name. Frankly, I don't know what in the hell she said. Whatever she said in that moment came out backwards and deep. Yeah, her words really came out backwards, just like a tape being rewound at regular speed. Sweat poured down my brow as I tried to stay on the road while keeping an eye on her in the rearview mirror. I had to swerve as a car hit the brakes in front of me suddenly, and this was a mistake. She had an opportunity and took it. All at once, I found bony, cold fingers wrapped around my neck. She dug her long, dead fingernails into my jugular and squeezed and squeezed. The smell was worse than ever now as I gasped for my last bits of oxygen. I started to see trails and my vision faded out. I had one chance. I checked out of the corner of my eyes to see if there was a car to my right. The lane was empty, so I jerked the wheel with all my might in that direction. I swung the Camry over two lanes of traffic with cars honking and drivers screaming at me as the car cut. I wasn't trying to pull over, though. I jammed my foot on the gas as I barreled towards the guard rail. I cursed myself for not wearing a seatbelt as my body jerked forward and then from side to side upon impact. Glass shattered everywhere. All of the console lights in the car came on at once as the radio abruptly cut off. I felt a fire run through my spine and my leg and my arm, jolting me back into consciousness. Warm blood caressed my face starting at my forehead and running down my cheek. But, most importantly, my neck was free of her hands. I seized the opportunity and jerked the driver side door open. I stumbled out of the car and to the ground. I crawled past the car over to the rail itself. With my last bit of consciousness, I looked at the front of my poor Camry. The front end was crumpled in on the right side and the headlight was completely smashed in. The windshield had shattered and glass from the windows was all over the place. There was fluid leaking from the undercarriage. I then cursed myself one last time for not having collision coverage as I slipped into blackness. I awoke some time later in a hospital bed in Camden, which would definitely not have been my first choice. I was in traction with casts on my left arm and leg. I used my right hand to feel my face, which had gauze all down the right side. I let out a sigh when I realized my predicament, but then I took in a hearty breath. I'll take the smell of a hospital over the smell of death and decay any day of the week. The coming days were a mess. A New Jersey state trooper came by and presented me with a ticket for reckless driving, despite my story. There were enough witnesses at the scene to describe the lane-jumping magic act I had to put on. I also got a bill for the impounding of my poor little Camry and for damages done to the guardrail on impact. I think Heather texted me about the bag once. I simply texted back, I won't be delivering bags anymore" to which I never received a response, a visit, or anything else from her, for that matter. The few friends I once had never showed up or even called me to ask how I was doing. My family hates me and I'm not sure if they even know where I live. But it kind of hurt that Heather didn't show up, or any of the other guys from the courier service. It was only me, lying in traction, alone in my thoughts. I was diagnosed with a broken femur, a fractured forearm, lower back trauma, and head trauma. I had to go through about six weeks of medication and then rehabilitation. Well, I only was able to do four weeks of that thanks to my liability policy that came to about 15, 000, and then they cut my casts off and I was booted from the hospital with nothing but a pair of crutches. My leg never healed properly and I have a limp now. I used what money I had in the bank to take an Uber down to the airport. I picked up my last check from the bag service. When I came, Heather luckily wasn't there. No one else would talk to me, which is fine; I didn't have anything to say to them. If they weren't there for me when I went to the hospital, what was I going to tell them now? I wouldn't be able to drive again until I could get to New Jersey for my reckless driving hearing. I couldn't drive for a while anyway, I didn't have a car anymore. I doubt I'll be driving for a long time. I've been home for two months now. I saw a 90-day notice to evict slide under my door the other day. I let my phone shut off. I put everything I could into my internet and electric. I'd rather watch YouTube videos all night on my laptop, desperately trying to stay awake, than talk to anyone. And who would call, anyway? But at least that Jet Flite bag is gone. The smell is gone. Those damned yellow-orb eyes that occupied my rearview mirror are gone. She's gone, so at least I'll figure it out again some day soon, and rejoin society. At least, I hope she's gone. Sometimes at night, I think I hear that soft, ancient voice call out my name. Riiiiiccccchhhhhhaaaaaarrrrrrrddddddddd I tell myself it's just the wind outside.
Martin Freeman's accent is PERFECTTTT.

 

Good to see Plop out there making movies.

Download free sometimes always never come. Background About Me: Socially Awkward girl that still doesnt know how to talk to anyone (especially boys because of a lack of experience lol) pretty ugly too tbh in my opinion although some people have told me Im pretty but I dont take compliments well or even believe people in general when they say stuff like that. DISCLAIMER: Im pretty sure this is an obsession/infatuation I have and not a crush because I essentially dont know anything about this boy besides the number of siblings he has, I met one of them when I met him as well as his mom. I also know he loves sports (soccer especially. This is really embarrassing for me to share in such detail but I feel its important to really explain the “depth” of this story and to let go of it with the beginning of the new year and because Ive never really talked about it with anyone so I thought doing it anonymously would be easier. PART 1: How We Met/Beginning of Crush Ive liked this boy since I was 15/16 yrs old. (were both 22 now. We met when we were around 8-9 via a community held summer program. I wouldnt see him again until 10th grade. Keep in mind that we barely knew each other and we didnt go to the same elementary school but same middle and high school (but I didnt know this until 10th grade because we just never ran into each other during the time period from 6th - 9th grade. PART 2: 10th Grade ~ Disclaimer: This part of the story is kinda all over the place We were re-acquainted with one another in the first semester of 10th grade because we had science class together and we just happened to have ended up sitting next to each other (by coincidence, not by seating arrangement or anything. Wed engage in small talk from time to time after he asked me if I remembered how we met the first time which I did (what can I say, I have a good memory lol. Random thing to mention: Id always have grapes in the class as a snack as it was in the afternoon and I got a little hungry after lunch. He asked for some occasionally and it just became a thing that wed share the grapes whenever I had some. Also, I had this bracelet (for medical purposes) that I took off sometimes because it was Velcro and it just bothered my skin. I had it since I was about 9 and it was purple with sunflowers on it. He asked was it was for as he picked up one day in class and I told him (although I didnt like talking it about it that much. He also played with my glasses and their case whenever I needed to wear them when taking notes in class. After a couple of weeks in science class, we found out that we also had the same history class with the same teacher that semester but during different periods. So he would help me and my friends who had the class in the afternoon by giving us hints on quizzes and stuff as he had the class in the mornings. It was really cool of him because he really didnt have to do that. To return the favor, I helped him out in science whenever hed ask and he once asked me to print his final assignment for a class. A couple of pages needed to be printed in color so he offered to pay me 2 for it but I was totally fine with printing it anyway because it was the least I could do as a favor to him. The next day when we met up, he gave me the money and I didnt want to take it but we couldnt “fight” about it for long because we each had class to get to. In the afternoon, when we met up again in science, I put the money on his desk and we started “fighting” about it again and a girl who sat in front on us in class saw this going on when she was walking to her seat. After class, she asked if there was anything going on between us and I said no and she was “shocked” and mentioned that he might like me (that was her observation, she wasnt friends with him or anything like that. I didnt take it too seriously though because I honestly didnt know what she saw that I didnt. Over the semester, I started to develop some feelings for him. Probably because he was the only boy to “interact” with me (although I thought it was just to be nice because what boy would like me. I told one of my friends that I was interested in him as a joke and she said that it didnt really make sense and that we didnt look good together. I brushed it off and just meant that Id like to get to know him more so we could become friends. Just to comfort my slightly hurt feelings. During this time, I would also send him these cringe-inducing emails asking him if we were actually friends or if he talked to me get help with work and such. I then asked if we could talk online sometime (not about school) and if we could hangout for my birthday. He eventually stopped replying to my emails and I kept sending more and more asking him if I could explain myself and take back what I said and for him to forgive me for basically be a f* ing weirdo lol. We just stopped talking once the fall semester (Sept - Jan) ended and when the winter semester (Feb - Jun) began, I found out on the first day that we had both English and math together. We sat on opposite ends of the classroom in English class and him and his friends sat 2 rows to the right of me in math. I heard them giggle and make comments that I thought were about me (I have an anxious mind, they probably werent even talking about me) in class which made me super uncomfortable and embarrassed for all the things I said to him the previous semester. I just tried to put him and everything that happened behind me until one day (sometime in April/May) he emailed me. At the time, he was on our high schools soccer team. He had missed a math test began of an away game and asked me if I could tell him what was on the test. Him knowing I was “nice” and “helpful”, was the only reason he messaged me because he knew Id give him the info he needed and I did. I wanted the attention again I guess (whatever that means) I wanted him to talk to me. So I gave him all the info, and then he asked me to download this texting app (because I had an iPod at the time and not a phone) so itd be easier for us to communicate. I did and over the course of the the semester, we talked solely about Math and English work. I kinda realized he was “using” me for help but now Im hindsight I cant really say that because I wasnt forced to do anything I didnt choose to do. But I would send him review packages, assignments, etc (I sent him an English PowerPoint that his friend basically ended up copying the slides for so our presentations were identical. PART 3: 11th & 12th Grade Continued to share classes together (required ones and electives. Didnt talk to each other at all (we would see each other around school though and occasionally exchanged pleasantries) only via text and email because I would send review packages for tests/exams, assignments and so on. We didnt sit near each other in any of our classes so I didnt feel as weird sneaking glances during class because of the distance between us. PART 4: Post High-School Havent seen or talked since high school graduation. Ive stalked him anonymously on social media on and off for the last four years. Until I saw him in person this summer (August) while I was waiting for the bus to go to work. It caught me off guard (although he didnt see me) because it wasnt anywhere near where we lived (unless he moved, Im not sure. Fast-forward a couple months (late October) and I see him again in the same area, we make eye contact this time. I quickly looked down and when I looked up again we locked eyes again. Neither of us did anything (I dont know if he even recognized me tbh, not that my appearance has changed much since high school but obviously its been over 4 yrs at this point. Luckily there was considerable distance between us. The bus arrived and we got on and that was that. Then I got on the same train car as him on the subway (lol) but on the opposite end sitting with my back towards him (not that he noticed but I did walk to the front of the train when getting off at my stop to get a last glance at him. And I havent seen him since. However, a week before we saw each other (in Oct) I received a friend request from him on fb — I dont have notifications set on the fb app on my phone so I saw this a couple days later when I went on fb on my laptop. One week after that friend request — in early November, he waved on fb messenger, I opened the message like an idiot to see if there was an actual written message but there wasnt so I left the wave because I didnt know what to say or if I should even wave back hadnt been on fb in a while since I accepted his friend request about 3 weeks after (mid Nov) he initially sent it. CONCLUSION: If youve made it to this point and have anything to share in regards to this story, please feel free (be gentle lol I know this story is really stupid. Should I just drop this whole narrative from my life and just unfollow him and not bother responding to the “wave” on fb or see if there was any reason behind him sending the friend request in the first place? Tbh, Im scared that he somehow found on Ive been stalking him on social media or something and wouldnt know how to address, while another part of me doesnt think that since Ive been on fb for 3 years so it would be random to confront me about it now. Hope this all makes sense — Thanks to anyone whos taken the time to read this.

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Putting it on different colored shirts. Start streaming. The best advice I have found that has help me the most is "Don't be afraid to be new at something. Breaking that wall of your first stream is very important. There is a point where you can do all the research in the world but when the time comes just bit the bullet and just do it (no pun intended. It will give you a good idea what you are in for and if it is something you would enjoy. Get a microphone and a webcam. You can use a webcam or a real camera to stream. If growth is your goal you must have a microphone and some form of camera. Viewers want to have interaction and the biggest part of this is your face. Think of it as a one on one conversation between you and a person. The viewer (camera) is the other person you are having a conversation with. If using a Cannon DSLR camera, the usb cable that it comes with plugs right into the pc (need to download software for your pc to connect to it) and can be used as a great streaming webcam to start with. Just put the camera in video mode. Camera angle. This is VERY IMPORTANT. You need to make it eye level or above. Keep in mind not to make it too high though. You never want to make it lower than eye level because you make the viewer feel small and insignificant (the viewers dont want to see up your nose. To high and you will make the viewer feel like they are floating above you. You want to find the middle ground. Use some movie magic to find that great angle. Experiment with it. There is a reason why all selfie photos are taken at the same angle. Remember if you dont like the angle chances are the viewer wont either. Watch others stream. This is the best way to gain an idea of how to improve your stream and generate new ideas. NEVER copy anyone on what they are doing but allow them to aspire you for new ideas on how to improve your own stream. Follow and watch yourself. Starting off your streaming carrier with no followers and no live viewers is nearly impossible. Tell as many people as you can to help get you small follower/viewer base. Also use your phone or tablet to view your own stream. Mixer counts every viewer with a different Mixer account as a viewer. So you should never start a stream with 0 viewers. How often do you jump into a stream with 0 current viewers? Just keep in mind it eats up internet to do so. Support system. *Having a support system is KEY to success on Mixer. My Wife is the best example of this. In the moments when I am burned out of streaming, she encourages me to play games with her and stream it. She knows how much passion I have for it and always pushes me to greatness. Point is get people behind you! Friends, family, boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, or find someone to share your passion with. I cannot tell you how many times that after she pushes me to stream I end up having the best stream I have ever had. Find someone to talk in chat. This goes with number 7. If you find someone to help back you up and they are serious as to helping you out. Ask them to be more active in chat. It will draw people in and when people are in the stream, encourage them to join in chat themselves. Which in the end helps you with being more responsive to your viewers. Lighting. Light is the best source to a better webcam image. Great lighting can improve ANY camera you are using for a webcam. Don't be afraid to be seen! Put the light source in front of you. I came across a stream once where the streamer had a light directly behind him so all you saw was blinding light and a silhouette of a face. If its not pleasing to you then chances are its not pleasing to other viewers. Set Camera to manual mode. You cannot be a streamer if you are afraid to study and learn. Take the camera off of auto mode and learn how to better improve it by adjusting just a few things. All of this research and trial and error is part of the process on how to become one of the elites! Make sure you understand what the settings do and why they are set the way they are. F3. 5, 1/60 Shutter Speed, ISO is a great way to increase your brightness but also dont make it to bright that it washes you out. Stream on a Schedule. This one was the hardest for me because it forced me to put the rubber to the road. I can research all day but when it comes down to being consistent I knew I wasn't the best at it. Like all things that come to streaming you have to just bit the bullet and do it. I sat my wife down and came up with a schedule that she agreed with and that we could play video games together. *Most established streamers stream every week day for around 8+ hours and take the weekends off or have bonus streams that weekend. Must Have Social Network. If you are serious about streaming then you must get on social media. YouTube, Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, Twitter. If no one knows you are streaming then how do you except to get viewers to show up. I would suggest use platforms that you already have a following on first and start a YouTube page for your brand first. Don't overload yourself with starting so many social media pages right off the bat. You will find it very difficult and time consuming to keep up with all of them. Easy yourself into one or two at first. Use some type of streaming software (like OBS. There are plenty of free streaming services that are out there. I have used OBS, Streamlabs, and Streamelements. These softwares do take some time to learn but are super powerful tools to increase your streaming quality and gives you so much more control over what you can do. *Dont feel discouraged as they can seem to be overwhelming. Just keep pushing through and I promise you will figure it out. Run OBS As Admin: Right click on OBS and run as Admin will tell the computer that OBS is top priority and will give as much resources it needs first before putting them to other applications. By default running a game will take priority over OBS. Set Encoder to NVENC: Encoding to NVENC uses your graphics card (GPU) instead of your processor (CPU) to encode your stream. This is great for graphic cards that are GeForce GTX 1050 and above. What this means is your graphics card has a separate processor built in just for streaming/capturing purposes that doesn't effect game play. Every computer is different so I recommend while looking at load% of the CPU and GPU see what runs best. Use Lower Settings (OBS Settings) Learn from my mistake. It will make your life so much easier to stream in 720p with 30fps. BASE CANVAS MUST MATCH YOUR CURRENT GAME RESOLUTION. I currently view my games in 1080p. That is my set base canvas. I Output to 1280x720 with 30 fps with 4500 bits. The reason for this is just because you have a computer that can output 1080p+ or internet that can handle it doesn't mean the viewers will see it in that resolution. Understand that you want you stream to be viewed by as many people as you can. The person who finds your stream with a much older phone and hardly any internet connection could turn out to be your biggest fan and its better to have your stream run flawlessly for everyone then great for only a select few. Later on once you are partnered you will have the ability to downgrade your stream automatically. To determine a good base bitrate for your stream you need to aim for 0. 1 bits per pixel. This also varies for each device so it just takes time and experimentation to fine tune. So start at the base and then work your way up to find what all your device can handle and choose what looks the best (WITHOUT LAG) for your stream: Bitrate can be calculated by: ResolutionX * resolutionY * fps * bpp / 1000 = bitrate For 1280x720p: 1280 * 720 * 30 * 0. 1 / 1000 = 2764. 8 bitrate Set Short Term & long Term Goals. You are 42 percent more likely to achieve your goals if you write them down. So why wouldn't you? Set long term goals to give yourself the big picture of where do want to take this? Set short term goals to be stepping stones to your long term goals. If you set a goal to get partner in one year and that is the only goal you set chances are you wont ever get there. You will lose focus and put it off until tomorrow because it seems unreachable. Year Goal: Partner. Short Term Goal is 20-50 Followers in One Month. Feel free to add weekly or even daily goals. Use Ethernet. If youre a gamer then you should already be addicted to being hardwired into your network. If not, then you need to be addicted! Wifi is not as strong and is not as reliable. Getting an Ethernet cable to connect to your machine that is streaming. If you don't have space on your router then get a switch. When I was growing up the router was down in the basement and my room was on the top floor (3 stories. I found a 500ft Ethernet cable and made a hole that went right beside the air conduit that went straight into the basement (with my father's permission and help. Point is when there is a will there's way, be creative and come up with a solution. They make different cables with different speeds. If you have a 100+mbs connection speed then don't go out and buy a cable that only can handle 30mbs, you only limit yourself. Growing Your Stream Tips 1. How much time have you spent on stream while OFFLINE. How do you except people to spend more time watching your stream when you havent put in the effort either. You can tell really quickly who is serious about their future streaming and who is not. Every channel has an empty description section by default, the least amount you can do is fill it out. Think of it this way. You are a viewer who wants to find a new streamer for a game you want to start watching. You come across two channels. Each similar with the quality and sound of the stream. The first streamer put in hours of work and effort to make their page look awesome and well organized and maybe even has a really cool overlay. You look at the second streamer and see a simple break down to less than one paragraph that he says how he has a dream to become a full time streamer one day. Chances are you will pick the first streamer every time because you know he takes his stream more serious and wont just quite streaming randomly. 2. About Me / Channel Set Up: Your channel description is a very important aspect of your overall look and feel to your streaming channel. This field should never be left blank but also should never be rushed in filling it out. First impressions are important and the About Me needs to peak the interest the viewers enough to continue reading but be careful not to sound desperate. Over time your channel About Me page should change and improve with adding better banner labels, better break downs, and including any information that your viewers need to know like sponsors. This is also where you let your own personality shine through. You channel About Me page can set the mood/theme to what your overall streaming channel is about so keep that in mind. MAKE SURE YOU VIEW YOUR OWN CHANNEL IN THE MOBILE APP TO SEE IF YOU NEED TO MAKE ANY CHANGES. 3. Labeling your stream. Labeling your stream is one of the most important things you need to master. Mixer only shows a few words of the title in the scrolling page so keep that in mind. Viewers need valuable information that is inviting and positive to peek their interest to click on your stream. a. DONT: i. Dont use another streamers name in the title. Ever! unless you are playing with that streamer) ii. Dont put the title of the game you are playing. It is right under your title and if you do it just takes up valuable space. iii. Don't have a title that bashes the game you are currently playing. (ex. Call of Crap, I hate this game ex) No one wants to watch a person play a game they hate iv. Don't use to many acronyms, not everyone understands them and its hard to read v. Don't put now accepted embers. Everyone is able to be accepted into the program. It is a very exciting thing to be accepted into but honestly as a viewer no one cares. They give embers to you once you prove your worth not because its it in your title. vi. Don't put rank or anything saying that you are the best. It's not a good selling point. If you have to tell people you are the best chances are youre not. Even if you are the best let your game play speak for itself and for those rare people that care, they can look on leader boards for it. You are honestly limiting yourself by boasting you are at the top of the leader boards because the majority of people dont enjoy a show off. b. DO i. Stay positive and inviting ii. Keep it short and simple while giving the most important information iii. Most important information up front. iv. Describe what you are doing in your stream. We can see what game you are playing but what are you doing in that game? Are you playing duos or with friends? Viewers need valuable information that is inviting and positive to peek their interest to click on your stream v. Keep it up to date. If you change game modes or change games let your title reflect that change. You can do it while live. 4. ALLOW CHANGE. How can you grow yourself and channel if you dont allow change. I first started using standard OBS, then went into Streamlabs, and now I am currently using Streamelements. Dont ever be afraid to try something new just because you are conformable where you are. There could be better things out there and all you have to do is try them. Just keep the tools and technique that work and throw out the ones that dont. This goes for every detail of your stream! Always find better ways to improve. 5. DONT EVER Jump into someones stream and talk about your own stream. This also goes towards complaining to other streamers that your stream has no viewer/followers. You will not gain any followers from doing this and it just makes yourself look bad plus it destroys your current relationship with that other streamer. If they want to promote you allow them to do it on their own terms. Grow that relationship first and if you stay on honest and positive terms they might be planning on promoting you in the future when you get your stream fully set up and looking good. You spent weeks, months, years, and countless long hours building your channel and brand just to have some new streamer join your game and say “Ya I am streaming too. Or Follow me to on YouTube. ” It doesnt gain you anything but disrespect and shows you truly are not serious about streaming because you dont want to put in the hard work that is required. 6. Learn how to Promote Yourself. You should not be thinking about self-promoting when just starting off. You should perfect it way before you think about promoting it. You dont want to lose a possible viewer/follower just because you are jumping the gun. It is critical to learn when the best time it is to promote yourself and when it is not the best time. The only real ideal time to self-promote is in a one on one setting, face to face. The rule of thumb is just do the best you can and allow people ON THEIR OWN to promote you. Other than the face to face conversation about your channel there is no real best situation to self-promote your channel. The issue is it can always come across selfish and rude and no one wants to help someone with that type of mindset. 7. HARD WORK. Lets be real. It takes months and years to build your streaming channel. If you are serious about being a streamer there is no short cuts or cheats. It takes hard work. 8. Dont beg for donations. The key is to try and find middle ground. Putting it up too soon will make you look like you are begging and just streaming to get money. To late and you might miss the opportunity for someone to show their support who may not visit your page again. Dont put your donation button first or anywhere near the top of your page. No one joins a random channel just to donate 5 dollars. If you have it up at the top it makes you look desperate and only in it for the money. You also can sign up for embers which can also take place before you put donating button up. Don't use your personal PayPal Account because people will be able to go to your profile and read information like address and email. Set up a "business" account (I have only read this and have not confirmed this for myself. 9. Why do you stream? If you knew that you would never become a professional streamer and never make any money would you still stream? If you are streaming just to make money you need to save your time and effort and do something else. Streaming takes time and is never instant. You must endure the long grinding part of growing (sometimes alone) in order to see even a small amount of followers and viewers. If your heart is set on money you will never last this difficult phase that can happen multiple times. You need to love it no matter the outcome. 10. What Platform to use? I see this asked a lot. My question is what is your favorite platform to stream too? If that is Mixer great. If that is Twitch great. In the end it will be a very long process with you streaming and building your channel. So why stream to a platform that you dont like. The way I see the different platform is like stocks. You dont know what the future holds so you might as well stick to the one you like and enjoy the ride. 11. Followers are not important. Never use follow for follow. Or Lurk for Lurk. Constant viewership is. There is a reason why Shroud got paid millions to move over to Mixer. Its not because he had 7 million followers but every time he streamed he had 30k – 50k live viewers. Do you think he would have gotten paid the same amount if he had 10 million followers but every time he went online he only averaged 5k viewers? Keep in mind the importance of continuing to grab the attention of your audience. Focus on being an entertainer and not a follower beggar. 12. Are you watching yourself? I personally need to do this more. We all have areas of ourselves that we dont like. But we have to watch ourselves in order to understand that it is a key factor on how to improve. 13. Be an actor. There are reasons why certain actors are always a part of your favorite movies. Because they have learned and perfected to keep you entertained no matter what they are playing. They bring themselves into whatever character they play. Streaming is very similar. Would you watch an actor if he just stood there. Not interacting with the other actors and never showing any emotion? 14. STOP COMPARING YOURSELF TO OTHER STREAMERS. If you are comparing yourself to other streamers then you have not found yourself as being a streamer. The phrase find yourself is used at lot and at first it is hard to understand and define. You need to start streaming and build up what you want to become as a streamer. This is based on you and your personality with NOTHING else interfering. 15. What to wear when streaming. Remember that first impressions are always important and you have less than a min to gain the interest of people new to your channel. If you decide to dress as a character then make sure it is well thought of and different. I personally think that you as yourself is the best thing to use. If we look at the top streamers they all have in common that they dont wear anything special and that you see them as themselves majority of the time. The reason for this is because you have to think about the masses. The majority of people viewing want to see a streamer that has a clear stream that makes it easy to see their reactions to the games they play. If you wear something that blocks that reaction you are limiting your viewer base. 16. Be Different. Being you is simply being different. The statement "Be Different" can be very misleading and you hear it being used everywhere. This statement needs to happen in order for you to attract viewers and followers but not the way you think. This does NOT mean that you have to play upside down hanging from your toes while wearing a dinosaur costume in order to get new viewers to watch your stream because no one else is doing it. This doesn't even mean you have to put something on in order to attract viewers. We are ALL different. We ALL have different likes, dislikes, how we run our channel, and even how we play video games. Use your different personalities and mix it with the different way you do things to make yourself different then anyone else. 17. Think About Long Term. This is tricky because you don't want to lose yourself into thinking about the future and miss what you need to be doing now. You need to keep a small reminder in the back of your brain that is always asking. If I did have 10, 000 viewers would this work. It is best to practice great measures to help prepare for the future then to have things in place just for them to fail later on in your career.

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Overview iTutor is the best choice for many candidates who are eligible for it, myself included. So far, Ive taught over 100 hours worth of lessons with iTutor and I appreciate the extremely reliable bookings, the mix of 1on1 and group classes, and the flexibility of teaching kids, adults, or a mix of both. iTutors pay rates have the most variance out of all of the online teaching platforms out there. Fortunately, youll only need to spend a few minutes filling out the iTutor application form to find out what youll be offered. Additionally, bear in mind that that teachers who stick with iTutor long-term are rewarded with pay raises and promotions, and some teachers are currently earning several times what they were offered at the start. The starting pay is based on a handful of factors like nationality, university degree status, teaching experience, and location. Native English teachers generally start at about 20 per hour. New teachers on iTutor will need to open a minimum of 5 hours of schedule slots per week, during Chinas peak hours. Teacher requirements Degree: Bachelors degree required. Teaching certificate: Required, but it can be completed after youre hired at iTutor. If you want the quick and easy one, it costs 19, takes about 3-5 hours to finish, and it's accepted at every online school. Experience: Not required, but some experience is preferred. iTutor is a good choice for both beginners and experienced teachers. Nationalities: iTutor has no firm restrictions on nationalities. That being said, I've seen some high rejection rates among candidates from certain countries, as well as lower starting salary offers to candidates from certain countries. Again, it just takes a couple of minutes to fill out the form to find out what you'll be offered. Accent: Neutral or somewhat neutral Internet connection: 0. 8 mbps download, 0. 5 mbps upload. Connection must also be stable enough for streaming video chat. Pay, lesson. scheduling info Pay & lesson time: Pay rate varies a lot. Native English teachers generally earn about 20 per hour. Lessons are either 25 minutes or 45 minutes. Salary payment method: Wire transfer, monthly. Lesson peak hours: Beijing time: 7:30-10:30pm every day, Weekends in the morning & evening. Lesson style: 1on1 lessons, or group lessons with up to 6 students. Students are either kids or adults. If a teacher prefers teaching adults, they can make that choice. Booking style: System assigns students to teachers with open schedule slots. Booking rate: Extremely high. Teachers can expect most or all of their peak hour open schedule slots to be filled. Scheduling flexibility: Pretty rigid. Teachers set their schedules in place once per month. Schedule slots can be closed in advance, though. Minimum schedule hours: New teachers start with 5 minimum peak hours per week. Long term commitments required: None. Potential Drawbacks iTutor sometimes offers a low starting salary to teachers. Fortunately, you only need to fill out the iTutor application to find out what salary theyll offer you. Expats and digital nomads MAY be offered uncompetitive pay if theyre living in a country with low living expenses. This is not always the case, as I have many recruits living overseas in developing countries and earning competitive pay. I am in this very situation myself and Im paid competitively. After passing the interview, teachers will need a red polo short (or nice red shirt for women) and a background with the iTutor logo. A digital image will be provided, which can be printed out and attached to a poster board or wall. iTutor teachers are occasionally booked with “45 minute classes”. These are group classes, which have a certain base pay, and there are bonuses earned from the students leaving positive reviews. On average, these 45 minute classes pay less per minute than the standard 25 minute classes. IF a teacher is assigned lots of these classes, it could pull their average salary down. From what Ive seen, these 45 minute classes are pretty uncommon, and I personally have never been given a single one. In an effort to be as transparent as possible, Id like you to understand that its possible youll be given some of these. Youll learn more about this as you progress through the on-boarding process and are offered your starting salary. If you have any questions or comments, free to contact me via reddit mail, email. or comment below. Thanks for taking a look.

“Who is it youll be swallowing today? ” I asked. “This was the body of Gerald Farleigh. ” I had met Josette Plimons 3 weeks ago at our schools lunchtime Silent Film club; now I was sitting with her in a strangers home, watching her dip a dainty grey spoon into a blue vase filled with an old mans cremated remains. It was one of those times where there seemed to be no way to ask an unserious question, since any reality could pop up and present itself as the truth. “Do you ever take that with cream and sugar? ” “No, ” Josette said. She tipped the spoonful of ash into a small glass bowl she had brought with her. Small, ornately illustrated leaves of ivy spooled around its rim. “That would be disrespectful. ” She gently tapped the back of the spoon against the edge of the bowl in a rhythmic clink to jostle the last flakes of ash out. That question didnt seem like it needed a follow-up, so I took a moment to reflect. We were in old Gracie Farleighs house. She was one of the seniors Josette would visit and provide light care for every week, as part of a volunteer program that offered substantial college credit (“But thats just a bonus, ” Josette told me. The walls were festooned with a garish lilac print; portraits of the beaming dead cluttered old dark wooden shelves pushed against the walls like balustrades. There was no TV, only a window. This was a room that had been furnished and decorated before the invention of digital time. It was little wonder that Josette found this an appealing space for her ritual. “And youre, like…certain Mrs. Farleigh wont come in and flip out. ” “Positive. I set her up with her little CRTV and a bowl of chili for her nap a half hour ago. Shes dead asleep. ” “Pun intended? ” My voice quivered. She looked at me, aware of her own ability to generate discomfort, relishing it. “No. ” We make up a big shape for our lives so that theyll make sense when we think about them in the abstract, but when you stop and dig into the moments that are most important itll always feel like each one of them took place on a different planet. Some of those planets become moons: your memory is of what you were remembering at that time. I sat on that weird pink couch and looked at Josettes nails, lightly crusted with human remains. I remembered sitting in the art room with the rest of the Silent Film club at the end of lunch, five minutes before the bell was to ring. We had just wrapped up the scene in The Golem where the titular monster throws the Knight Florian off a tower and kills him. Miguel, the club founder, flicked the lights on. “Any questions? Observations? Anything? ” He must have felt like he had to present a façade that we were a “real” club by giving us half-hearted homework attempts after each viewing, even though our supervisor, Mr. Horton, was sitting off in the corner diddling with his iPad and clearly couldnt have cared less. Miguel sighed. “Alright, see yall here next Wednesday. ” “Yall” was a somewhat generous appraisal: there were four total members of the club. Amid the soft shuffling of backpacks being hoisted and zipped up I saw Josette peering at the now-blank TV screen, her eyes focused on it as though trying to make sense of a confounding scene. “Whats up? ” I asked her. She looked at me, startled; and in fact I was startled by my own question. No one knew each other at the Silent Film club and, being a gaggle of quiet weirdos for the most part, we didnt go out of our ways to socialize with one another. “Not…much? ” she said. “What do you mean ‘whats up? ” “No, nothing! Just, you looked like you were really concentrating there, almost like you were still watching the movie even though its turned off. ” She looked away from me, past my temple. “Well, I found it interesting” she said. “It seemed like they were setting up Florian to be the big hero of the movie, and then they just went and smoked him like that. Bold move. ” “Yeah, ” I murmured, thinking about it. “Its funny, too, because its not like the stories in movies were real sophisticated back then. Like with The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari —” “Yes! ” she replied, rolling her eyes and laughing. “I dont care if it was the first plot twist in any movie ever, ‘it was all a dream is still dumb! Its still cheating! ” “Thank you! ” I said. The club had finished that movie a couple of weeks ago and, clearly, the betrayal of the ending was still a fresh wound for both of us. “Its just like, trendy with internet weirdos to like that movie. Just because it has cool sets doesnt mean its actually good. ” “You know, I was just about to—” she began as the shriek of the bell cut her off. It was likely for the best: Miguel had been eyeing the two of us peevishly, not only because he was feeling left out but also because we were trashing one of his favorite movies. It must have been killing him to feel like he couldnt jump in and defend its honor. “Well talk more about it later, ” she said as we walked out of the classroom. “Its so cool you think that too, though! I was afraid to say anything. ” “Yeah, ” I said, laughing. She smiled in affirmation and then waved as she went down the hall. We didnt share any classes together and didnt have much in the way of common friend groups, but I didnt want to wait until next Wednesday to talk to her again. Fortunately, both of us turned out to be the type of people who, once dragged out of our shells, yearned to be charmed, to stumble into unique and intricate friendships. Josette bumped into me in the hall the next day and we picked up right where we left off: talking about the storytelling quirks of weird old movies, how Miguel never seemed to want to play anything but German Expressionism (“Its good stuff and all, but like, is he aware that there were a bunch of other countries that also made movies in the ‘20s? ” she quipped. We may not have shared any class periods but we did have a couple of teachers in common, which made it easy to find ways to do homework with each other after school. She was a fun person to be catty with; we shared many objects of disdain. I learned a lot from her, too. Once she cracked a quiet moment of AP Chem study by asking me if I knew what a Sin-Eater was. “You mean ‘death eaters? The things from Harry Potter? ” She looked at me like Id just farted on her wedding cake. “No, ” she dripped, “not the things from Harry Potter. ” “I guess I dont then, ” I said, smiling. I liked getting a rise out of her every so often. She grimaced, then continued. “Sin-Eaters were Celtic wanderers who traveled the Irish countryside and absorbed the sins of the soon-to-be-deceased in exchange for a small fee, or for food and shelter. They were pretty much outcast from society because they were thought to be so bloated with the sins of the dead that it was spiritually dangerous even to be in their presence. ” “Thats pretty metal. Sounds like a good idea for a movie. ” She paused. “Why do you think a person would do that? Damn themselves irrevocably in exchange for a little bread and water? ” “Maybe they didnt believe in Heaven and Hell; they could have been the first atheists. Or maybe its not really a choice? ” This piqued her curiosity. “How do you mean? ” “Well…people drive cars at crazy speeds even though part of them knows they might die; and they do die, all the time! And thats a really direct and immediate physical thing, being in a speeding car, knowing you cant totally control it. If so many modern people cant even parse out the risk-reward of something like that, then hows it so farfetched that there was once a whole class of society way back when that made their living by sending themselves to Hell, and they didnt have any better reason for it than ‘Ill deal with it later? ” She still looked puzzled. I went on, floundering: “Look, I dont know, why do people commit suicide, or eat at Taco Bell? Those arent choices either, exactly. ” I couldnt think of anything else to add; I wasnt even sure if I believed myself. “You know? ” To my amazement she nodded reverently. “Yes, ” Josette said, “I think I know exactly what you mean. Do you remember when the paper is due for Mr. Chetneys class? ” And that was the last we spoke of the Sin Eaters for at least a couple of weeks. Still, the conversation lingered with me. She kept saying things that would remind me of it. Josette was fascinated with religion and spirituality. Wed be talking about The Legend of Zelda and shed bring up something from Hebridean mythology that it reminded her of, or shed quote some wisdom from the Upanishads when I was pissed at my dad and rambling about what a dick he had been. I asked her once where she found the time to learn all this shit. “My mom has a degree in religious studies from Naropa; a lot of these books are lying around the house. And anything I cant find on the bookshelves is easy to look up online. I just read a chapter of the Bhagvad Gita or Gods and Fighting Men or what have you before I go to bed. But ancient wisdom is everywhere, truly. ” She was always serene when she talked about these things, but I could sense a desperation underneath it all. It seemed almost stream-of-consciousness the way she talked about them; none of her ideas fit together. They were free-floating and contradictory, dropped in and out of her life depending on the situation at hand and her present mood. It was almost like all these spiritual aphorisms and principles were photographs she had ripped out of a scrapbook, and she felt like if she grabbed enough of them then eventually every frayed corner, every strangers smiling face would form a bigger picture that would make sense of it all. I never asked if she believed in Hell or something like it, but it never felt like I had to. It was a Tuesday in April when Josette first told me about her ritual. She seemed worried and bleary-eyed; April was the busiest time of the year for big class projects and papers, and she always looked a little bedraggled in any case, but something seemed off when we met up at lunch. “You look like shit. ” “Thank you, ” she growled. “Is anything the matter? ” “Yes. I dont know what specifically, but yes, somethings the matter. ” This was a cryptic answer even for Josette. “Help me out, girl, is it fever, is it trouble at home, cramps? Anything at all, even a ballpark. Even Google directions to get to the ballpark. ” She took a timid bite of her tuna fish sandwich and looked at me sheepishly, almost guiltily. “Its over something weird that I dont want you to know about. ” “It cant be that much weirder than anything else about you, ” I laughed. She still looked troubled. I straightened up: “Is it… illegal, that kind of thing? ” I whispered. “Not as far as I know. ” “Good? ” She sighed and pulled a sliver of crust off her sandwich. “You know when you were a little kid and you had ideas about life that didnt seem to come from anywhere, they just slid out from under a rock in your head, and that made them seem all the more real? And then youd fall into weird habits or say things that didnt make sense to anyone else, because they corresponded to this thing you felt you knew about life, and you only stopped doing or saying those things because at some point someone corrected you? ” “I think so, yeah. ” She looked at me with great intention. “Could you give me an example? ” Put on the spot, I sputtered. Then something started coming back to me. “When I was really young I used to think fireflies were dead Christmas lightbulbs. ” Her eyes widened. “Yeah? ” “Yeah. I saw a bunch of them flittering around outside our house once, the day after my dad took all the decorations down. I think it was just unseasonably warm that year but at the time it didnt occur to me to not think that they were the ghosts of our Christmas lights. I thought dad took them down too soon and they wanted to come back in the house. I started crying, thinking how lonely they must have felt. Felt that horrible little kid guilt that weighs down your whole torso. ” I ruminated; I hadnt thought about this in a long time. “Actually, its even a little wilder than what you were talking about, because I remember telling my dad we needed to let the lights back in and when he tried to explain that they were just glowing bugs I didnt believe him. I think I even got in trouble for calling him a liar. ” She nodded. “When I was little I ate some of my grandmothers ashes. ” “On purpose? ” “Yeah. ” “Wow. Why? ” “I thought Id be able to hear her soul or that she might come back to life. ” I looked down at the garish ketchup-colored cafeteria tiling. “Did it work? ” “Not really. Not the way I wanted it to. ” She took a big bite of her sandwich, the first real bite shed taken since we started talking. “I still eat peoples ashes. ” I looked at her. “What? ” I didnt mishear her and I didnt doubt for a second that she was telling the truth, but it was the only word that would come out. “I think its making me sick. ” “Of course its making you sick, isnt there like formaldehyde and stuff like that in peoples ashes? ” She shook her head urgently. “Not like that. ” Then she looked at me. “Would you mind coming with me to Mrs. Farleighs house tomorrow? ” The memory moon passed over right at that point; I was back on that pink couch, body and mind. I remember my chest tightening, I remember that for some reason the tops of my cheeks were in pain. “I thought about what you said about the Sin Eaters, how what they did wasnt a choice, ” she mused. “I dont think you were right. ” “No? ” “I think you can be chosen by God but I think you also have to accept the call. Just like any other job. ” She slipped another spoonful of ash between her lips. She coughed and her eyes bulged ever so slightly. Then she wiped her mouth and continued. “I think the older you get the quieter the call becomes. Whether youre raised in a secular way or a religious way youre only ever taught to do what other people say. You arent told how to listen to the spirits. ” Mrs. Farleigh gave a concerned yawp from upstairs. “Dear? ” This startled Josette; to her own visible horror she almost knocked the ashes on the ground when she jumped up. She covered the bowl with her shaking palm as she stood. “Ill be right back, ” she told me. She stuffed the bowl into my hands and jogged up the stairs. “Coming, Mrs. Farleigh! ” Holding onto those ashes was bizarre, to say the least. I looked into the bowl and tried to glean some spiritual significance from it, feel the gravity of what used to be a human body in my own hands, but nothing would come. It just looked like dirt, like the stuff that piles up in an unswept corner. I spent a few minutes alone in that hideous room, too nervous to poke around and too unfocused even to waste time on my phone, before she sauntered back down. “Mrs. Farleigh heard me cough and wanted to know if I was alright. ” She smiled. “Could you take this, please? ” I held the bowl out to her, annoyed. She grabbed it from me nonchalantly and sat down again; I hadnt noticed when shed gotten up but shed put the spoon behind her ear like a pencil and daintily retrieved it to continue eating. “Anyway, ” she went on, “if you hear the true call at all you usually hear it when youre young, and its your own responsibility to have an epiphany when youre older, because when youre a kid you dont really have the resources to follow up on your instincts. But you know, and a part of you always knows. Thats why I say youre beholden to your own epiphany, even though that seems like the wrong way around. “That story you told me about the fireflies, about how you used to think they were the ghosts of Christmas lights? I think you were right, or at least I think you were onto something. I think God was talking to you but you didnt have the spiritual vocabulary to understand what He was saying. ” Her eyes were glued to mine, terrifying in their intensity. Her jaw was rigid. She put her free hand on my wrist and lightly gripped it. “If you could see what I see now. If you could just hear the call, the way I hear it. ” This had officially become Too Much. I yanked my hand away from her as gently as I could and started rustling up my backpack. “Jo, look. ” I could already tell I was going to make her feel bad and I was already feeling guilty. “I think youre super smart and probably the coolest and most interesting person Ive ever met but like…this is fucked up. This isnt normal. I dont know if youve told this stuff to anyone else but I think anyone would say you need to go to a doctor of some kind. You already told me its making you sick so I think a part of you has to know that you need help. ” She scowled down at the rug in a raincloud of misery. I stood up; I didnt know what else to say. I didnt know if this old woman would be safe with her but I also didnt want to be there a second longer. “I really care about you, ” I mumbled. “Please do whats best for yourself, and…I dont know if maybe you hate me now but text me any time, Im always down to talk. ” I left the house, waiting for a reply from her that wouldnt present itself. The closest Id get to a response would be the tinkle of silverware as I opened the door to the sidewalk. I was home sick with the flu on a crisp Wednesday morning in May when I got a text from my friend Eli that Mr. Umbria had been stabbed in the side of the head with a compass during 3rd period AP Geometry, and that classes were cancelled for the rest of the day and maybe the rest of the week. Immediately I felt responsible because immediately I knew Josette had done it and I felt as though I hadnt tried hard enough to help her. I cried for a little bit, my guts roiling with sickness and guilt, and then I fell asleep. When I woke up I was feeling less nauseous and needed something to distract myself with, if only superficially, so I opened my laptop. I had a new email; it was sent via a file sharing service, although when I clicked the link to the download page I saw that the file wasnt particularly large. It was sent from an email address composed of a gibberish sequence of letters and numbers; normally I would have written it off as a clumsy spyware trap sent by some Ukrainian grifter but today I knew it was from Josette. Shed likely made a proxy address of some kind just so whatever shed sent me would be harder to trace back to her. I opened the download; she had written me a letter. I couldnt find a date on it but I figured she had to have sent it last night. hey friendo. so i know i freaked you out a little last time we really talked and i also know youve been mad at me for not eating with you at lunch or hanging out with you after school or really seeing you or talking to you at all and im super sorry about that. ive been in a bad place. so i just wanted to send you this and let you know whats up and hopefully make a little more sense of how ive been acting? plese forgive the lack of capitalization and Tumbr-y use of punctuation, im writing this as fast as i can bc im not sure how much longer ill have the faculties to put this stuff into words (itll make sense later) idk u will probably still think i am fuckin crazy after you read this but i did see that little glimmer of belief in your eyes even when you were telling me i shoulda gotten help. fears the best path to belief imo anyway when i first heard the Call i was really young, like i think 5 or 6 years old. it was like a week or 2 after my grandmas funeral and my mom had come home with her ashes in this nice little blue china urn. she left it on the end table for a minute to go do something and my dog from back then, a big boxer mutt named Swooper, knocked it all over the floor bc his tail was waggin too hard. so her ashes were sunk real thick in the carpet and Swooper started lappin it up with his tongue and trying to pull it out of the fabric with his teeth bc dogs are fuckin dumb and theyll eat anything. grandma smelled horrible but i thought maybe Swooper knew something i didnt so i got on my hands and knees and started eatin too. the taste was wretched. my mom came back in the room and flipped a shit. she smacked me hard across the face and sent me to my room and put Swooper outside for the rest of the day (that was the one time in my life that my mom ever hit me jsyk. im not sure abt you but when i was little my dreams and nightmares were way way more vivid than they are now. even with that in mind, even having had a relatively comprehensive grasp on the difference between dream and reality (for a little kid) this was something different. that night i heard my grandma talking. and it was this really spooky non-language i was hearing. like if u can imagine a language thats spoken only in tone, made from little inflections and interruptions that sound like words but arent comprehensible as words, thats what this was. the voice would bounce in and out of my range of hearing like the words were little rubber balls. and the tone itself was the scariest part bc it didnt sound like grandma, it didnt talk how she talked. it was like the sound of her voice but it sounded disappointed and mocking in a way grandma never did. and it was so, so quiet. i started crying and when i cried i heard the voice make a formless laugh, like a laugh without consonants. i had nightmares abt that voice for years afterwords but that wasnt a nightmare. that was a ghost. its hard to explain the difference between a real supernatural experience and a nightmare or a hallucination but theyre as different from each other as hearing the voice coming from the person sitting next to you and hearing a voice on a podcast. you just know. nothing like that really happened again for a long time, probably bc i didnt eat anyones ashes again for a long time lmao. then when i was 10 me and my family went to Yosemite for a big reunion type thing. the place was this big estate that was kinda next to a lake but it was one of those estates where the rich butthole that owns it wants to seem like they have taste so they make it a bunch of boring rectangles and rhombuses and weird grey glass cubes instead of a normal Richie Rich mansion like everyone actually wants. the reunion itself sucked, it was one of those things where all these adults you dont know are trying to talk to you like youve known each other since Way Back When and havent spoken in years when really you just dont fuckin care bc why would you? and all the kids are dressed kinda formal and have bad personalities and no one will share their DS with you. everyone under 15 seemed real put upon and i didnt want to talk to any of em. so obvs i got bored and while everyone was getting shitfaced at the lake of the beach i started poking around the house. whoever owned the place (it was an aunt or something i dont remember) had a doberman named Max and he was like the nicest dog ever. i would just race him down the weird angular halls and since there was no one else in the place we could just crash into each other and bump into walls and no one told us to slow down or knock it off. it was easily the most fun i had at that whole place. i bring Max up bc i think dogs have something to do with the paranormal stuff i get into. they always seem to lead me towards it some way or another. during one of our more rambunctious races i tripped and fell over him in the living room. i looked up and found myself in front of the fireplace. there was a ledge above it with a framed black-and-white photo of a woman, probably taken in the ‘30s judging from the coif of her hair (altho what do i know lol) and next to it, RIGHT FUCKIN NEXT TO IT there was a blue china urn. im not sure if it was exactly the same as the kind my grandma was held in but to my 10 year old eyes it looked totally identical. i stood up and i picked it off the shelf. Max started jumping at my hands bc he was still in a playing mood but i held the urn tight. i opened the lid and looked into it. the ashes looked the same as my grandmas bc all ashes look the same but i wondered if maybe it would taste the same too? so i looked around to see if anyone was coming in and when i saw i was still alone i stuck my finger in and tasted it, and then i gave it to Max so he could have a lick too. i never learned who that woman was but i had a few more laps and then i put her back on the shelf. something occurred to me. i went back to where the party was happening down by the lake. everyone was dead drunk at this point. i found my mom and told her i was going to go explore the woods for a little while. she slurred that she didnt want me to go too far. it was dark bc the sun was going down but i could tell from the glint of her eyes that they were barely in focus. maybe it wasnt fair of me, its not like she drank all the time or anything, but i was disgusted. i felt this big black ball-and-chain of contempt for the ways of man wrap around my heart and ive never been able to shake it all the way loose ever since. anyway, i went into the woods, not terribly far but aways enough so that i couldnt hear the party. i found a smooth boulder on a slight incline and i sat down on it. the trees blocked what little remained of the sun. the pattering and flickering of animal feet and insect wings at varying distances had a symphonic effect and where normally they would have spooked me tonight they put me at ease. i let my body relax and i waited. when the dark fell completely i looked straight up. a faded silver cloak began to drift downward as if let go from the tops of the trees. it stayed fuzzy, like waves of vapor on a hot day, and no matter how far it fell past the trees it stayed small; i could see it passing branches as it came towards me but it never took up increasing space in my line of sight like something is supposed to do when its coming closer to you. i reached up to touch it and let it fold over my fingers and a cool breeze slipped across my palm and the cloak vanished. satisfied, i went back to the party with this little initiation into the true cosmogony of things skittering in secret around my heart. it was better than a first kiss. i realized i was in possession of a special gift that no one else had (or if they did they were keeping pretty quiet about it. there was still so much i didnt know and as i got older these questions began to articulate themselves in more precise ways: was i inviting communication with spirits or simply observing behaviors without playing a meaningful part in them? is there an ethical line between the living and dead that shouldnt be crossed not out of some doofy fear of Black Magic or w/e but out of respect for the privacy of the souls themselves? is real communication even possible when language (like everything) is constrained by time and time has no meaning once a person stops having a body beholden to its whims? i started thinking about all this later. at that time all i knew was i needed to see more of this stuff to even know what exactly i was doing. opportunities were few and far between when i was very young and so for a while the visions left me. i went to the graveyard and swallowed some of the dirt around the tombstones every so often but it didnt have any effect. i tried to will myself into lucid dreaming and sometimes that worked as far as it went but like i said the difference between a vivid dream and seeing an actual ghost is like the difference between a vase of flowers and a still life painting. i even applied for an internship at the local mortuary but they didnt take me (tbh i dont think any mortuary worth its salt would trust any 12 year old who wanted to be around dead bodies all day lmao. this was about the time i started getting really into my moms religion books out of sheer desperation. if i couldnt go straight to the source of the universe i felt i had to at least scour for clues as to its true nature. finally in 8th grade i had the idea of volunteering to be a caregiver. i saw a lil flyer in the office advertising some service for the elderly in exchange for college credit and i signed up on the spot. most of the people i helped were really happy to have a young woman around to give the house a lil youthful energy. meanwhile all i was concerned with was death. ironic. i think. anyhow the idea worked. it turns out elders keep pots full of their spouses and pets around almost uniformly. most of my cases were widows and widowers but sometimes when i got a married couple that needed help theyd still have an urn on display for one of their brothers or sisters. the work itself was quietly unenjoyable. old people suck. even the ones who seemed nice and cute at first all ended up being racist or fucked up in some way. ive had to wipe a vile disgusting putrid concave human ass free of its shit on more than one occasion. one man would discharge ~mystery fluids~ down his pants leg as he walked without noticing. i had to trail behind him and clean it up like i was holding the train of a grotesque wedding dress. i started to think that maybe the reason so many of them kept the urns in plain sight was something beyond commemorative sentiment. maybe they were proud of their dead kin. perhaps subconsciously envious. the upside to this revolting job was that their withered malfunctioning bodies, once minimally provided for, were easy to keep out of my way while i did my research. it was as easy as feeding them chowder and turning the tv on most of the time. and i never felt i was being disrespectful to the dead that i consumed; if anything i was putting them to better use than their guardians ever would. i mentioned to you that i never “seasoned” the ashes at all because to me that would be disrespectful and anyway that might interfere with something in the communication process. at first it was like the two times id done it before: i would have a little scoop of ash and then id have to wait a few hours and be in a dark quiet area for anything to happen. but after about a year the effects were more vivid and immediate. i remember being in a house and just smelling the ashes of a mans sister and i heard the sound of a turquoise bell (dont ask me how i know what color the bell was. it popped a tiny bit in the left ear and then shortened into itself, then it sort of spread to the rest of my cranium and exited through the right ear. i was excited. for the first time it felt like they were talkng to me, not the other way around! they trusted me! i downed a scoop and turned around and there was this blissful strong silhouette of a soldier sitting in the recliner. his face was an eyeless mouthless mass of light but i could tell he was smiling at me. i think he appreciated that he had a visitor after what maybe felt to him like eons of the silence of death. he vanished quickly but it was an incredibly joyful experience for me. it also proved to be the turning point. ghosts would come to me stronger and faster and not always right before or after i had their ashes. i was down by our little town lake once and i saw a velvet gossamer shape that reached from shore to shore ripple underneath the waves. i saw the smoke form of an infant boy dancing between geese in a flock as they flew south for the winter. once when i was lying awake in my room a pair of white hands drifted through my door, each one holding an apple. i ate the one from the left hand and refused the one from the right. it was unthinkably sweet, like marshmallow foam. these were all pleasant if not downright beautiful instances but they soon became the exception to the rule and in fact the reason i write this to you now is that i am still experiencing the death world but in a way that is now as rhythmic and constant as my beating heart and in a way which has become distressing to me and which i no longer welcome. one night i woke up facing my bedroom wall and there was a set of teeth embedded in it. they were dull cracked smokers teeth that glowed with the slime of mistreatment. breath came from behind them, from inside the wall. i turned away and turned back and they were still there. i touched them. they were porous. night turned to day and they didnt disappear. i sleep next to them still. i feel the walls breath on my neck every night. the teeth dont talk but i wish they would. they would scare me less if theyd just say something. at some juncture that i failed to spot or prepare for the entire living world cracked in my vision. now i see veins on the outside of my mothers cheeks. theres a scalpless hunchback at the side of our school. he claws at the ground like a dog trying to bury a bone and screams all day long. i dont think anything told him he doesnt have a body anymore. every car smells like a corpse. i am privy to open wounds in the fabric of nothing that bleed pure night and i dont dare go near them or look at them for too long. i would tell you where they are but you may be safer not knowing. ive trained myself to cope but i can dislocate my senses from only so much of this. nor would i ever wish to separate myself from these spirit materials entirely. i have gained valuable insights from many of them. for instance: mr umbria has the skin and tongue of a komodo dragon. he sends mosquitoes to drain sleeping girls souls when the stars go down. he is not who he says he is and you should not trust him or in fact be near him at all if you can help it. but do you want to know what i have observed about you. you talk in the frequency of mist. sometimes your eyes switch places when you have a big idea. you are beautiful. this is why for my own selfish reasons i wanted to initiate you into this world of mine, so i could have a friend who i knew would understand. but as you can probably guess i dont think you would have liked it very much. i ask your forgiveness but i dont feel entitled to it. im not at a point where i feel as though i can just stop eating the ashes and see what happens, as much as that might seem like the obvious and reasonable thing to do right now. it seems as though im at a point where i can sense the truth but it isnt coming in strong enough to be coherent; its like that ugly sound the radio makes when the signals strong enough to be more than static but too weak for you to really hear the music. i cant stay like this much longer and i have to believe im on the verge of a sensory breakthrough. and even if i stopped now i would never want the ghosts to leave completely. i cant go back to the way it was. as painful as this all can be id rather see in the most violent shade of red than go colorblind. i hear a sound like nails hitting a wood floor with each keystroke and the corner of the screen is starting to curdle. someones peering up at me from under my shoes. i cant write too much more. i dont know if well ever really talk again. think of this as an apology and also as kind of a last will and testament for my normal existence in this world. i hope you have a good life. the secret of the call is now your inheritance if you should choose to claim it. bye I deleted the email and the file, but not before I printed the letter out, stapled it together and put it in a shoebox in my closet. I wondered if maybe Id learned nothing from her story, keeping things around like this. Id do my best to take the specifics of what she told me to my grave, but everyone knew that me and Josette were close, and the kids at school, probably the cops too, would want to know if she had been acting strange before she attacked Mr. Umbria. Id have to lie and tell them yes, she had, and as I did so I would have to dream of a perfect world where knowledge didnt turn you insane, where the senses didnt become dangerous when acted upon. The truth that I could never tell any of them would be that there was nothing strange at all about trying to live in a world like that.

1:59 That never happened in the movie WTH? 🤷‍♀️. Update: I actually by chance found a non profit fair housing organization in my city. Their website explains they help with filing complaints to the states Human Rights Bureau as well as HUD. From what the attorney I mentioned said he believes we have a case for discrimination, and this organization takes that very seriously. They help with filing court papers and papers with the HRB and HUD. So Monday I will be calling them for help. Thank you to all of you who replied to my post. Hey Friends, This is very long and it's hard for me to type my apologies for that, please forgive my formatting errors, I really am looking for some advice here. I tried to break this up into sections so it's easier to read. So I need some input on a current situation with my landlord. My wife and I both have Service dogs. Her's is in training still, but our state laws specifically say that they are considered to have all rights that my fully trained SD has, which just reinforces the ADA law on them. So there is no problem there. Our Primary care doctor which we both see loves our SD's and has never had a problem with them. No one has, except these new landlords. Our landlords do not live on site all the time. They have property in another state that is their primary residence. They bought the 4-plex of apartments last year that we live in so they could have a place to stay when they visit their kids and grand kids that live in the city here. So they saved one apartment for themselves. Which is right above ours. now this next part may not apply but it's part of the problem: A few months back we had an issue while they were doing construction which is ongoing in the back yard as well as at least one of the other units because they are much older and the husband is taking his sweet time getting things done. Currently only we and one other tenant rent apartments here. They installed a concrete patio in the back yard this past summer and only after my wife fell in the yard, on concrete pieces they left in the yard and was actually injured physically(We saved photos of her injuries) did they then tell us via text message(which we saved for possible evidence) that they were going to mark off the back yard, which in our state is considered a common area(And therefore they can't deny access to according to our state laws but that is in general. According to our states law they must maintain all common areas and keep them clear of all debris and keep them safe for anyone in them, this may include keeping patios and sidewalks clear etc. The only thing that has changed about the back yard, is there is no fence now at the back alley entrance to get to our trash (They tore it down) and it's all dirt because they ripped the yard up early summer and left it that way. And so in response to my wife falling and getting injured due to their negligence, they put up pink construction ribbon on our side of the apartment building at the edge of the new patio across the support beams that support the upper apartments but not our neighbors apartment which is also on the ground floor and right next to ours. Telling us that they were declaring the entire back yard to the patio edge a construction area. Now there is no other debris from any construction in the yard, no tools or other hazards other than the concrete pieces they left in the yard after my wife fell. All they did was move them across the yard. This placement of the pink ribbon was done only after my wife fell, and we sent them a letter in the mail where they texted us and admitted to receiving it and told us "We will be marking off the yard all the way to the patio area" and they waited more than a month to come and put it up after informing us of this. Ok that part out of the way moving on: When they are here visiting they force our SD's off the property to use the bathroom(we are home 99% of the time) their non-SD dog gets full use of the yard all day. The problem with this is two fold, I can hardly walk and it's extremely painful to have to walk off the property. Given not only my medical issues that require my SD I have a lot more wrong with me medically that requires my wife to be close by at all times. She is my care giver which is also noted by my primary doctor. Also their dog is severely poorly trained, he will rush anyone or any animal if they come outside or into the yard. And they have a very hard time controlling him because they are probably in their late 50's+ in age. They have to rush him and grab his collar to get him away from us. Yet under the ADA law they must make exceptions for SD's and they are refusing even after being told of my physical limitations outside the house and fully explaining this to the wife face to face with my wife present. This conversation happened the Tuesday after they closed on the property a Friday before, they closed on the purchase of the property last year. Here is the kicker, the Wife has LIED and claimed my SD bit her husband, yet he is very well trained/ behaved and he is always next to me. They never filed a police report, or anything. It's just an ongoing claim she brings up in text messages when she's upset we have exercised a legal right against them. We believe she and her husband started this lie because when I take my dog outside he can't be on a leash, and they don't like that fact, they are VERY new to being landlords. Leashes are very hard for me to hold and it hinders my ability to walk when using them. I have fallen before just trying to handle a leash as my walking is so bad even with a walker in the house using a leash with him I can easily fall due to sudden muscle fatigue. My hands don't work well so if I fall I can usually not get a leash off my wrists fast enough and it could result in him being yanked across the floor due to the force and possible angle of my fall. This happened once and thank god he was not hurt, so it was decided from then on that the only time he would be harnessed and leashed would be in public. He's a small breed, about 10lbs in weight. He goes with me everywhere in public, and even my primary care doctor has commented on how well behaved he is. He never causes a disturbance or problem anywhere we go. He's my good little man. PER ADA LAW. The service animal must be harnessed, leashed, or tethered while in public places unless these devices interfere with the service animal's work or the person's disability prevents use of these devices. So it must be noted here that he is harnessed and leashed in public, however the leash serves just one purpose, of keeping him on my lap if I have to stop my wheelchair suddenly. It's a very short leash that my wife helps me wrap around my neck. He sits on my lap and never moves or never makes a sound. Although I do have to sometimes shift his placement on my lap depending on what I am doing. All of my medical claims here could easily be proved in court just by providing my medical file. The new landlords were originally letting us use the front flower bed that they had no plan to do anything with according to the wife, it is just dirt. But that changed one day when she said they were doing some construction there(of which we can see none that was done) and she's claiming the smell of urine is bad. I have gone out there to see for myself and there was nothing for smell. It should also be noted that cats and other stray dogs roam our neighborhood. and this tiny area we were allowed to use at first is not fenced off in any way, so any sort of animal could use the bathroom on it, neither is the back yard and the issue there is other animals have used the bathroom in the back yard and she has accused us of not cleaning it up thinking it was our SD's. But the problem here is two fold both my wife and I have a hard time directly standing up for ourselves(Which is well documented in our medical files. So we agreed to pick up the waste even knowing it was not our dogs. Some of you may remember a while ago I posted on the sub with a card I designed to educate people about SD's. Which many of you downloaded from the google doc link I provided! D. That is how I deal with conflict because of my PTSD. Hand the card out and keep moving ignoring them. Or leaving the place I'm at all together if needed. Before they bought this property it was managed by a local management company and we NEVER had any issues, EVER. No complaints etc, because we actually pick up our dogs waste. It should also be mentioned that they also texted us telling us specifically "you can take your dogs to the field across the road, two doors down is another field or the park but you cannot use the front area anymore" the park itself is about 5 blocks away. When I do go outside the house I have to use a light wheelchair to get around and not hurt myself due to my poor ability to walk. And pretty much our entire block is hardly maintained in the winter, the road is never plowed, the sidewalks you're lucky if they get shoveled even with a city ordinance requiring it, yes I have complained to the city several times but it does no good. it's also very hard for me to go anywhere even in summer when it rains, having to sit in my wheelchair in the rain while the pups do their business would be difficult because my hands can get frostbitten when they get cold and they get cold easily. As well as my eyes have drainage issues and it can cause severe problems for my eyes to be out in any cold weather for too long, even just 5 minutes can be detrimental to my well being, when it's sunny outside I can get overheated very quickly. And because of these reasons our city approved me for the Para-transit service(Door to door service with vans the cities bus service provide anywhere in the city the fixed bus routes can go for anyone who is physically disabled that can't make it to the fixed bus routes stops on their own. for those that may not know that terminology) but you can't use the service for things like taking your dog out(obviously lol) and we are having problems with these new landlords to the point that they offered to let us out of our lease early after being legally notified of the problems we have been having and they are basically we feel trying to create an environment that is uncomfortable for us to force us to move. Which according to our state law is actually illegal and it's on the landlord according to the law to prove that their behavior is not retaliation for anything, especially the letters we have sent them in regard to various law violations. One last thing to note. The relationship with them started out fine when they bought the property last year. It's deteriorating because they don't care at all about following the state laws. And the wife has even cited their state laws from their main residence which again is located in another state. Which is just more an FYI that tells us they really don't understand the laws. We DID talk to a free legal help service who had an attorney call and consult with us. But I'm not at all sure he knows the full scope or fully understands it. As his suggestion was to file a complaint with the state Human Rights Bureau and ask them to investigate the landlords for discrimination. We can't afford a lawyer and no one in our area does pro-bono work. Although the free legal help assistance attorney did say we probably did have a case on may of the points talked about here. I have complained to the DoJ ADA division before on a separate matter that we knew was a good case but they refused to do anything about it. So we are at an absolute loss as to what to do. We also can't afford to move, everything else rent wise is really expensive. more than twice what we currently pay. I'm not exactly sure what I'm looking for here. But I'm hoping some of you may have some advice to give, I know most if not all are not lawyers here, but the advice would be appreciated. Thanks for reading.

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