#how if it 3am i swear to god it was just 11pm

[emissary-of-the-moon]

Wars had an emo phase when he was like 14

[norangeyyy]

Late Night HCs

Bucci Gang Edition

TW: nothing too extreme, just a little bit of hurt/comfort stuff sprinkled right here and there.

Bruno Bucciarati

► Bucciarati typically doesn't stay up late at night, he has work and would squeeze all the amount of sleep he can get on his free time.

► Unless he has a lot of things in mind.

► It doesn't matter whether it's a work-related problem, his past, a random thought, or just generally his worries about his future. It will keep him up.

► He'll definitely need someone to be an outlet but if no one's available, he'll just stare at the night sky and distract himself with the moving clouds or finish some of his work until he's too tired to think of anything.

► If you happen to be in the same situation and same place that night though, then make sure that you take care of the trust he has for you when he was at most vulnerable and he will do same with you.

► I personally headcannon Bucciarati to be the type to like those kind of conversations since i highly doubt that he has been so vulnerable in front of anyone besides Abbachio ever since he joined the mafia.

► And even then, he's mostly the one who lifts the spirits up and not the other way around since he's the leader.

► So expect to hear things and words you wouldn't expect to come from the Bucciarati you see everyday come spilling out of his mouth, it'll be a lot.

► Pat his back or better yet, give him a hug and brush his hair while doing so. He needs it a lot since he hasn't really got one after his family fell apart.

► "I feel so much better now, thank you. I'll make sure not to forget about this night. "

Leone Abbachio

► The night owl of the gang.

► Staying up until 3AM is nothing new to this man, hell, he could even go on a whole day without sleep if he has a lot of things that's bothering him.

► He's the opposite of Bucciarati, he prefers to shoulder his intrusive thoughts alone. It'd take some great amount of effort and trust to make him talk and let it out.

► What he does during those times is either using his stand to replay certain memories that could either worsen his guilt or put him at ease, or just drink until he passes out but most of the time, he does both.

► He could also be listening to some music while he does so but if he's feeling guilty for making Bucciarati concerned about his frequent drinking, then he'll just listen to music and hope that he'll fall asleep and not just keep his eyes closed until the sun rises.

► It works, kind of, but even without alcohol driving him to sleep, he'll always be tired. His sleeping schedule is seriously messed up because he never really cared about it in the first place.

► Would sometimes go out for a walk. Leone is fond of the city's peacefulness when everyone is asleep, with the only thing keeping him accompany is the cold air and the dim light of the lampposts.

► Secretly still has his police uniform and would occasionally take it out just to stare at it or talk to it in a not-so-kind of way as he sees his younger self in it.

► Gets dragged in whatever shit Narancia and the others are up to if he gets spotted. Mostly it's just for a movie night behind Bucciarati's back but Abbachio knows better and expects the unexpected when it comes to the gang.

► Knows what everyone does in late night if they're still up and has seen a lot of ungodly sights.

► Whether it be seeing a sleepy Mista and the pistols chanting a weird prayer to a bowl of cereals or Fugo being dragged out of his room by Narancia, Leone knows it.

Pannacotta Fugo

► Just like Bucciarati, Fugo rarely stays up late at night and if he does, it's usually just because he's busy.

► Fugo has hobbies like painting and reading, everyone in the gang knows that. It's just that he gets carried way too far sometimes and loses track of time.

► Who could blame him though when the book he's reading is just too interesting or the painting he's currently working on is almost done, right?

► On extremely rare occasions where something unpleasant enough to keep Fugo up at night happens, he'll bundle himself in his fluffy blanket like a butterfly in its cocoon.

► He always does this back when he's still living with his parents, it makes him feel safe from anything that's haunting him.

► And if it's neither his hobbies or problems that's keeping him up, he'll just hear Narancia whispering outside his door or Mista throwing pebbles at his window.

► For the first few times the duo did this, Fugo was still able to resist until he just can't anymore knowing that they wouldn't leave him alone all night.

► "Well, this isn't so bad. "

► He says as he enthusiastically tosses a popcorn into his mouth with his eyes glued all over the lit screen of the TV.

► Movie nights, along with sneaking out to go the nearest convenience store, became a common thing between the Torture Dance Trio™ ever since then.

Narancia Ghirga

► The type to wake up in the middle of the night and think "Hmm... Everyone's asleep, let's commit robbery tonight!"

► Fugo's sleep paralysis demon.

► Would literally not hesitate to steal chocolate bars with Mista and probably does 3AM challenges with him too.

► Never runs out of ideas to keep himself up at night and is the one who comes up with everything but what he does still depends on his mood.

► If Narancia's feeling a little too lazy then he'll just sleep and most of the time, with music keeping him accompany. But unlike Abbachio, he purposely doesn't wear headphones just to annoy Fugo whose room is right next to his.

► If he's feeling like it, he'll straight up just invite the others to watch a movie or play videogames even though Bruno has already made it clear not to use the TV after 11PM.

► But just as he likes staying up at night doing crazy things with the boys, he also uses his energy left and free time to self-study, as surprising that may sound.

► He may hate reading but he takes advantage of the fact that his brain is much active at night and he doesn't want to depend on Fugo too much. After all, he dreams on going back to school and he's more than willing to be capable enough to do so alone and pass without the other teen's help.

► Will cuddle anything that's near him while he studies but if you give him a plushie, it'll be instantly his favorite and he would definitely use it as a study buddy.

Guido Mista

► Alright, let's be honest here, this dude wouldn't even stay up if it weren't for his bros.

► 5 seconds lying on the bed and he's already knocked out for a good 10 hours if there's no work he has to do for the day. Make it 8 at weekdays thanks to his mafia-related responsibilities.

► He sleeps like a log so only a combination of shaking him up awake with Fugo and Narancia can make him rise from what seems like a two year coma but is really just a normal tuesday night.

► Will pretty much join Narancia at anything he does but since his last three brain cells are obviously still as half asleep as him, he won't be able to remember that much the next day.

► And once he's out of the room and is already sitting on the couch with the guys, Mista's the type to fall asleep halfway through the movie.

► You can't blame him though, it's 12AM and it seems that Fugo got to choose what movie they'll watch since Narancia already got to choose the other night.

► Unless they're playing videogames or are going out then he won't be acting like a slow ass PVZ zombie with a fried brain. Actually, he'll be hella active if that's the case.

► Active at grabbing every snack each second, that is.

► Actually, it's the pistols who does that but oh well, it's not like Mista's innocent too.

► "I swear it's not me who ate all of our groceries for this month! Right, guys?! It's the pistols! "

► And that, everyone, is how Guido blew their little rendezvous without even trying.

Giorno Giovanna

► There's not much to be said about this boy since just like Mista, Giorno goes to bed early as he makes sure he still gets the proper amount of sleep.

► He already has a lot of things to deal with at day so of course, by the end of it, he'll be exhausted.

► Nights before exams are excluded because although he may seem like he skips class sometimes, Giorno still knows his priorities.

► Only when he became the head of the mafia did he really started to lose sleep as great power comes with great responsibilities.

► It took a LONG time for Giorno to adjust to a lot of things cause come on, he maybe resilient but he's still a 15 year old teen.

► Not only does he have towers after towers of work but i like to imagine that he still continued his education and used some of the things he learns in class in the mafia, specifically in classes like history or geography class since as a boss, he has to know every nook and cranny of Italy.

► Not to mention that emergencies happen and he always has to be ready to give out orders, even if it means being woken up at 1AM.

► God, help this child because all the things mentioned above are just an understatement of what happens on the first few months of being in charge of Passione.

► "So this is why Diavolo looks like he's about to explode whenever something goes wrong huh. "

[glassartpeasants]

Late Nights

Frankie x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angst, 

A/N: I managed to pop this one out first cause idk. But here you guy bro @writingfromthetomb sorry if it’s short im rusty. It sucks but oop. Isaac’s and Will’s I’ll try to pop out this week

~~~

As much as you loved Frankie, being in a relationship with the undead man was a terrible challenge. Work always consumed his schedule. It felt like he never had anytime for you. He would always be consumed in his work to even notice your presence. Always talking about how you were annoying him and to leave him be so he could work. 

It hurt. You would always make him dinner, which he promptly took a plate before hiding in his room to try and learn more about his target. Not a thank you to be heard. No words exchanged between you two. He said that bounty hunting was a full time job. He was very good at it, which caused him to get more money as he went on. It slowly caused him to be money hungry over the years. He’s a workaholic to the highest degree. It hurts when you try to show him affection, but he pushes you away and calls you clingy.

Wanting a small bit of affection was not clingy. You just wanted to spend time with him. Maybe if you ignored him, he would come to you? Now even yo knew that was impossible. Your heart would never allow that. You love him too much so it’s always a struggle. So here you are, at two in the morning, laying in the bed with your boyfriend by your side. The night is the only time where you would actually be able to feel the comfort of his arms.

It was a time you never took for granted. You were forever grateful for every second that you felt the comfort of his arms. His head would be in between your head and shoulder while his arms were wrapped against your waist. You would intangle your fingers with his and smile stretched across your tired face. You dreaded the morning, knowing that this time with him never lasts long.

“At least I get this time with you. It may not be long but I’ll take it.” You turn your face a bit before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“If only you could accept the love i have to give you.” Your hand moved towards his hair. Your fingers sliding through his soft locks as you slowly massaged his scalp. A soft sigh left Frankie’s lips as his arms tighten around your form and digs his head deeper into your neck. The small action caused your lip to tremble as a few tears slip from your eyes and roll down your cheeks. You close your eyes only for you to be met with the sun shining in your eyes and Frankies side of the bed cold and empty.

“God damnit. HE doesn’t even wait for me to wake up? Why am I even surprised anymore?” Frustration bubbled inside you as your legs move tot he side of the bed, lifting your self up to feel the feeling of the carpet between your toes.

You get changed and head into the living room/kitchen before noticing a note on the kitchen fridge.

Got a big job today, won’t be back till 8pm promise.

-Frankie

Last time he said he promised he broke it when he said he’d be home at 2pm only to arrive at one in the morning. Rightfully so you were furious. You were worried sick about him and all he said was a half assed sorry. It caused a major fight that surely one of the neighbors heard. It wasn’t pretty. It made your spend the night at your friends for a few days. You had gotten a call from Will on the 3rd day, saying that Frankie was more of an asshole than usual and to come back. You gave Will your number since you were friends with him.

It it weren’t for Will, you probably would have broken up with Frankie that day.

It felt like everything was coming back to start all over again. Tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks. Grabbing a couch cushion you throw it to your face before screaming into it.

“Fucking Frankie. I swear if you don’t keep your promise this time it’s over.”

And so the countdown started.

~~~

3pm

...

4pm

...

6pm

...

7:45pm

...

8pm

...

~~~

You sat on the couch watching the door with your phone in your hand, watching the clock count down. SpongeBob playing on the tv while your knuckles turn white before going back to it’s normal color after calming yourself down. He’s probably only a few minutes late right?

~~~

9pm: Everyone can be a little late

10pm: Traffic did seem bad today

11pm:....

~~~

You finally fell asleep at the late hours of 12am. Staying up late waiting for him to return all those times are finally catching up to you.

The sound of the door unlocking woke you up. Your eyes flutter open as you see your boyfriend coming in. You turn on your phone to see the time and as soon as the cock turned on screen you body was filled with rage and you only saw red

3am

“Are you fucking kidding me Frankie?! WTF?! It’s 3am! Not 8pm@ WHere gave you been?!”

“Lost track of time. Im back at least aren’t I?” His lack of reaction only fueled your rage.

“I was worried sick about you! You broke your promise again! Listen Frankie, I don’t know if i can take this anymore! Im always worried about you! You come home at ungodly hours of the night and then act like nothing had happened! Can you not understand how I feel?”

“Jesus christ! I always come home don’t I? You need to stop being so clingy!”

“Cling? Clingy?! CLINGY?! It’s clingy to worry about my boyfriend?! It’s clingy to just want to spend time with you?! The only time i spend with you is when we’re sleeping! That the only time i feel like you actually love me!” Tears blur your vision as Frankie’s face became blurry.

“Go to the bed. Im sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Fine.” Frankie stomps to his room before slamming the door closed. It was when you let out a sigh, that you knew it was time to let go.

[straykidsftw]

Thank You / SCB

genre: angst, fluff

requested?: yes (anon)

summary: in which changbin forgets your anniversary

warnings: swearing

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“Changbin, it’s Y/N,” Jisung said, pointing to his phone.

Changbin hummed, deciding whether to answer or not. He usually would have picked up straight away, but you said you had plans with ‘someone special’ today, so he was guessing this was going to be asking for his opinion on two different outfits. And he was working.

He shrugged, “it’ll be fine. If she really needs me she’ll call again.”

He took his phone off the desk, sliding it in his pocket as Chan laughed.

“Good luck with that decision.”

Changbin rolled his eyes, “we trust each other! It’s fine.”

___________

You groaned, slamming your phone against the table in frustration.

When Changbin said this morning that he had to go into the studio for a little while, you thought he actually meant that. You pictured him going in, greeting the boys and doing editing something quickly before leaving and joining you with your plans today.

But no.

You decided not to call him again, obviously since whatever he was doing was too important for him to pick up.

Looking at the plates of brunch you’d made, sat prettily in both your’s and Changbin’s places at the table, you sighed. Maybe he was just really busy, he was an idol after all, you should have been prepared for that.

Or maybe he was planning a surprise...?

No, you couldn’t get your hopes up.

Looking at your phone screen, you rolled your eyes upon realising that Changbin wasn’t going to be replying soon, so you began to eat the brunch you’d prepared. Couldn’t let it go to waste, eh?

___________

“Bin, it’s late, you should go home,” Chan yawned.

Changbin scoffed, “why? You’re not.”

“Because you’ve got a loving girlfriend waiting for you,” Chan said, teasingly, “and I’ll go home soon.”

“Okay, it’s 11pm now, you’ll stay here till... 3am? Maybe 4?”

Chan rolled his eyes, sticking his pinky out, “I promise, I’ll go home within the next hour or two.”

“Or 5.”

Chan glared at the younger boy, making Changbin laugh.

“Fine, fine, I’ll go,” Changbin said, “and I’m trusted you, okay?”

Chan nodded, “I pinky promised!”

“Remember to eat dinner as well,” Changbin said, Chan humming in response as Changbin left the studio, pulling out his phone.

Tuesday 23:02

binnie🧸 - whats for dinner tonight, lovely?? x

read 23:03

binnie🧸 - you okay???

read 23:03

Changbin rolled his eyes, shoving his phone back in his pocket as he walked out of JYP Entertainment.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he walked along the road, why were you leaving him on read? Was it...

He sighed, rolling his eyes slightly as he remembered you calling earlier. Was that it? Was that enough for you to ignore him?!

“Lovely, I’m home!” Changbin exclaimed, slipping his shoes off as he walked in, finding you sat on the sofa, “you alright? You didn’t reply to my messages.”

You looked Changbin in the eyes as he raised his eyebrows expectantly, serious confusion all over his face.

As tears clouded your vision you turned your head away, Changbin rushing over and kneeling by your legs.

“What’s wrong?” he cooed, resting his hand on your face.

“This isn’t a prank, is it?” you said, wiping away your tears, “you really just forgot.”

“Forgot...?” Changbin’s voice trailed off.

You stared at him blankly before laughing humourlessly.

“Wow. Seo Changbin, you’ve really sank to a new low,” you said, shaking your head.

“What is it?!” Changbin asked, exasperated.

You sighed, standing up and throwing the present you’d bought into his lap, “happy anniversary, Bin. It’s been a great four years.”

You walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind you, the wood doing nothing to stop Changbin hearing your sobs.

He sighed, shutting his eyes and falling back onto the floor. How could he be this stupid? Tuesday 17th February. Your anniversary.

On this day four years ago, he asked you to be his, a day you’d never forget. There was a blanket laid in the middle of your apartment, your best friend sat there with all your favourite foods and your playlist blaring in the background.

At first you thought this was his way of celebrating your last exam, but you soon realised it was way more than that. With stutters and awkward phrasing, Changbin confessed his feelings and asked you to be his.

But now, in the same place, four years later, the two of you with several new experiences and Changbin’s own interior design tastes around the apartment to celebrate his moving in, you’d never felt so far apart.

Changbin checked his phone: 23:14. He had just 46 minutes to make everything better, forever.

___________

“Chan, get out the studio,” Changbin said down the phone.

Chan laughed, “why? You planted a bomb?”

“Shut up, this is serious. Get round here and bring fairy lights, ice-cream and any other dessert you know Y/N likes.”

“What have you done?” Chan exclaimed.

Changbin sighed, “we don’t have time to reflect on that now, go, please.”

“On it,” Chan said, “praying for you.”

Changbin shook his head, hanging up the phone first before making his own way out the apartment, going straight to your favourite chicken place, the exact one Changbin had ordered the day he asked you out.

He headed to the convenience store next, having to settle with a bouquet from there as none of the florists were open at this hour.

“Changbin!” Chan exclaimed.

“Hyung!” Changbin sighed, “thank you so much, oh my lord.”

“What did you do?” Chan said, concern written on his face.

Changbin looked at his phone. 23:28

“Shit!” he exclaimed, “I do not have time, I’ll explain tomorrow. Or maybe the next day! Sorry if I’m not in tomorrow!”

Changbin ran up the stairs, into your apartment, quickly laying the blanket and hanging up the fairy lights, before playing some quiet music that he knew you liked.

23:46.

“Y/N?” he called, knocking on your bedroom door, “can you come out?”

“Why should I?” you sighed.

“Because, yes, I forgot our anniversary, I’ll admit. But I’ve just made our celebrations right here,” Changbin said, “we only have 14 minutes left, which means I have 14 minutes to make it right.”

You rolled your eyes, going and opening your bedroom door, “what, Bin?”

“Just come outside?” he said hopefully, walking further into your living room.

You followed him sheepishly, gasping as you saw the arrangements.

“Ya! Seo Changbin!” you exclaimed, “it’s so late! Where’d you get all this stuff?!”

“Chan helped,” he shrugged, “here, sit.”

He helped you sit down onto the blanket before sitting beside you and opening the bottle of wine the two of you already had in your fridge.

“Happy four years,” Changbin smiled, “thank you for being such an amazing girlfriend, consistently, always. I’m sorry I can’t be home as much as you’d like.”

You shook your head, “bin, I knew it would be like that. You’re an idol, and I chose to date you, you don’t have to be sorry for anything.”

Changbin smiled, bringing out the box of chicken as you laughed, taking a piece and eating straight away.

“Is this is same?” you said, a mouthful of chicken.

Changbin laughed, nodding as he wiped the grease away from the corners of your mouth, taking his own piece before looking at his phone. 23:56.

He finished the piece of chicken and wiped his hands, taking a deep breath as you giggled slightly.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” Changbin said, sitting forward on his knees as he coughed, before taking your hands and smiling, “Y/N Y/L/N. Today must have been shit for you. Completely and utterly shit. I know how many things you must have prepared, because you’re you, and so I am so sorry that I did this to you.”

“Changbin, it’s—”

“Ba ba ba! Haven’t finished,” Changbin said, making you laugh, “but I meant it when I said you have always consistently been the best girlfriend I could’ve asked for. And so, in the last minutes of our anniversary...”

He reached into his back pocket, pulling out the small box, the contents given to him by his own mother, as he got on one knee. You gasped, your eyes widening as you laid your eyes on the Seo family engagement ring.

“...would you give me the honour of becoming the most consistently amazing and beautiful wife?”

“Changbin-ah,” you gasped, looking back to your boyfriend’s hopeful face, “yes! Of course! Oh my god, yes! 100 times yes!”

Changbin laughed as you wrapped your arms around him, the boy falling over from the surprise impact.

He picked up the box again, taking the ring out and taking your left hand, sliding it on before kissing your hand, and then your lips.

“I’m sorry I forgot,” Changbin whispered.

You shook your head, “this has made up for anything that happened today.”

Changbin chuckled, “how about we get married on this day next year, and then I’ll never forget, ever again for my entire life.”

“That’s a long time,” you nodded, resting your hand on his chest.

“That I’ll spend with you,” Changbin said, making you smile at the thought, “thank you. I mean it.”

You smiled, kissing your -now– fiancé again, “I love you Seo Changbin. Thank you.”

[myhauntedsalem]

911 Operators Describe the Most Disturbing Calls they’ve Ever Taken

1. “Daddy’s Eye Fell Out”

“Had a call for a brother who killed his other brother with a hammer (the pick part) while the victim’s little daughter was watching. The daughter called us from another room and told us her daddy’s eye fell out.

Perp was apprehended, daughter taken by relative. Had to smoke after that one, and I don’t even smoke.”

– rainbowbrite0091

2. “I Need your Help��

“There was an old couple who lived on a run-down ranch house about 20 miles east of town. When the husband passed away, the woman would call 911 at least three times a week, asking for assistance with very mundane tasks not normally dealt to first responders. “I need help turning the thermostat up”, “I need help boiling water for my tea”, etc.

The woman developed dementia, and eventually, it progressed to the point where she believed she was calling 911 to ask her deceased husband for help. All of the dispatchers would recognize the address immediately, even though all she could say was “(husband’s name), I need help. Please come home and help me”

One day she called, and again was only able to repeat her husband’s (I’ll call him “John”) name. “John, I need help. Please come home and help me John.” By the time the first responders arrived on scene, they found the woman lying dead in her bed. The first unit on scene called dispatch to confirm that it was the woman herself who had called 911, as rigor Morris had already set in. We wrote it off as the fact that the heater in her house wasn’t working, and the ambient temperature in the room was about 50 degrees.

We continued to receive 911 calls from that woman, at that address for just over a year after she passed away. Even after her home was vandalized, and burned to the ground, the phone calls did not stop. “John, I need your help. John, please come home and help me.” We were obligated to send a response each and every time, but not once did we find anyone on or near the property.

Multiple calls to the phone company confirmed that the phone line had been disconnected, and the call was not coming from another address.”

– Nevadadrifter

3. Glass Breaking

“1979 NYC. Got a call from a crying child – a little boy – saying his mom and dad were fighting and his dad said he was going to throw the mom out of the window. I could hear a terrible fight going on in the background – woman screaming, things breaking, man yelling, etc. The poor kid didn’t know his address. We didn’t have the technology for call ID and would have to use reverse telephone books. A trace would take forever. Anyway while I’m trying to get the address I hear a horrific scream and glass breaking. A few seconds later the other operators in the room are getting calls about a woman lying in the courtyard who came out of a window. Very sad.

Worst of all is that I am sure someone else in this apartment building must have heard this fight but no one called for help until it was too late. Poor kid. Working 911 in NYC during the 70s/80s was a nightmare.”

– Mizcreant908

4. Alone in the House

“The single worst call I’ve ever taken though was a woman who was calling in that she was hearing weird noises in her house. While walking through her house she started screaming and told me there was someone in her house. There we a couple soft pops followed by a gargling sound. After the officers had cleared the house and found her, it finally came out during the investigation that her adult son had killed her while high and freaking out.

Gunshots don’t sound like you’d think on the phone, they’re rather soft. It’s an eerie sound, something so violent being so soft that if you aren’t paying attention you can miss it.”

– 4x49ers

5. Static on the Line

“My uncle works for dispatch in my town and he recently told my family of the weirdest call he’s ever gotten. He says that he had received a call from a landline one night and when he answered it there was only static on the other end. This happened two more times. Finally, he calls a squad to go check out the address from the caller ID. When the cops got there and walked into the house they immediately saw that there was a dead body. The person had been dead for 5 months.

The craziest part about it was that there was no electricity or any other utility working. So there is no way they should have been able to get those calls into dispatch. But if they hadn’t, who knows how long that person’s body would have stayed there.”

– Zombie_Dance_

6. A Long Raspy Exhale

“Christmas Eve night I answered 911 for a hysterical lady who was crying so hard she couldn’t breathe. I asked her what was going on and she told me these exact words “my boyfriend and I… we were watching a movie… I fell asleep. I woke up and he wasn’t here.”

I thought this was a little odd so I said, “okay ma’am, do you know where he may have went?” she wasn’t done. She said, “I found him.. in our closet, he hung himself.. with our bed sheets.” I walked her through cutting him down and starting CPR. when in the middle of it, he starts making this long raspy exhale that sounds exactly like something from a horror movie, it’s the rest of his air leaving his lungs. She starts getting hysterical again begging him, “oh my god, he’s breathing, please breathe baby, please breathe..” But I knew that’s not what he was doing.

Police/fire/ambulance got there and of course, the guy was way dead. I felt so bad for that woman. That’s really the only call that has ever stuck with me.”

– JeCsGirl

7. Halloween Night

“My mom was a 911 dispatcher in the early 90’s (I was 5 years old-ish) in Washington State. When I got older, I remember asking her about some of the calls that she could still recall. One in particular was pretty bad. She was working one year on Halloween night and around 10 or 11pm she had a call come in that a couple guys were driving around town with a dummy or something dragging behind their truck. The dummy was falling apart and pieces of clothing/plastic were being torn off and scattered around the city.

Being Halloween, it seemed like a prank but she had a patrol car try to find and stop the truck. As time goes by more and more people started to call in about it. Eventually the patrol car caught up with the truck and it turns out that it was a person.

The guys had gone to a store earlier and when they left, they had backed their truck into an elderly man whose clothes got caught in the rear bumper or whatnot. The two guys never even knew that they were dragging around another human being all across town, for miles.

The elderly man had passed away and those pieces of clothing scattered around town, was his clothing, flesh, and body parts. Still gives me chills.”

– Turkeyshoes

8. The Man in the Attic

“I worked dispatch for a total of three months, and in that three months I only received one call I would call creepy. It was the voice of a little boy, and I was trying to be calm because it felt like he was having a hard time breathing. I asked him if he was in danger and he said no, not anymore. I asked him why he had called and he said “well, the man in the attic finally killed my mom. I asked him if he could still see his mom and he said “no, the man took her to the moon” I asked him if he was alone in the house, to which he replied “no, I still have the mans dog here” I asked him what the doggies name was in the hopes I could keep the boy calm, the boy replied “his name is shaitan” I asked him to say it again thinking he said “satan” but he clearly replied “its shaitan”. By the end of the call, the police showed up and I still don’t know what ever happened with the boy and his mother.

But years later I was researching the Djinn/jinn and according to ancient texts, evil spirits like djinn are able to manifest themselves as a dog or other animals and guess what the djin were known as? Shaitan.

I still have a hard time sleeping at night when I think about this call.”

– Mr–Night

9. Possessed

“I was a 911 call taker 10 years ago when I received one of the creepiest calls ever. It was freezing that night, which usually equaled a calm, quiet shift due to even the criminals not wanting to go outside. Around 3am my call box popped up green and as usual I asked what was the emergency. A man starting frantically screaming that his still was possessed by a demon and tried to cut his heart while he slept. He had ran when the attack started and locked himself in his bathroom. I ask him a series of questions trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

I ask him a series of questions trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Everytime he tried to answer I heard what sounded like scratching and banging on the bathroom door. He whispered “There is a demon in my sister’s body, it has been battling me for days. It got free from the chains…” I swear what I heard next chilled me to the core. This unearthly voice began taunting my caller through the door. It didn’t sound like a 20-something woman. It was low and guttural, like she had gargled razor blades before speaking. She continued to growl and speak in a strange sounding language until police arrived. She let out a terrifying scream when the officers broke in, then dead end.

The call was over, I was shaking and had to know what happened? Even my supervisor (who had been listening to the call in real time) was pale and speechless when the line abruptly ended. Before my shift ended the commanding officer on my creepy call called in to tell me what they found. He told me he would have nightmares for the rest of his life.

Apparently, when my caller said his sister got out of her chains, he wasn’t joking around. She still had a chain tied to a bloody handcuff when the officers came in. Her whole body was covered in self-inflicted scratches, her one eye had popped a blood vessel and was bright red. Most of what she was wearing was also shredded and her skin looked like she had been drained of her blood. She was taken in for a psych consult and as you probably guessed, stayed there for a long time. The brother was okay except for deep gouges in his chest. His sister literally tried to dig out his heart.

There was some talk about arresting the brother but nothing ever came of it. I still can vividly remember that voice, it still makes my blood run cold.”

– QueenoftheNorth82

[moonlit-imagines]

Late Nights

Robin Buckley x reader

warnings:

a/n: idk if you wanted this to be platonic or romantic but the request points to platonic so i make platonic. i love robin im excited to do a request for her! and im totally open to doing more robin stuff, platonic or romantic!

prompt: anonymous: “hello! im not sure if you write robin requests but if you do could you do one where robin sneaks the reader out late and night and they go on a secret rendezvous through town”

You heard a knock at your window, which was odd considering you lived on the second floor and it was 11pm. You shrugged it off and ignored it. But there it was again. You rolled out of bed and pulled your curtains back, there stood your best friend, Robin. You opened the window and she climbed inside.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked as you shuffled back to your bed. She grabbed your arm and spun you around to face her.

“I am taking you out for a night on the town.” Robin shook you by your shoulders. “Now get dressed, I’ve got plans for us.”

“No way, I’m going back to bed. Feel free to join me.” You tried to turn back around, but she had an iron grip.

“I will not hesitate to dress you myself and drag you down the street.” She threatened. You rolled your eyes and dragged your feel over to your closet.

“The thinks you make me do...” You clicked your tongue and rummaged through your clothes. “So, where exactly are we going?”

“There’s a festival in town!” She whisper-yelled, making sure she didn’t make too much noise and wake your parents. “I’m thinking we head there since it’s open until 3am, then we go to the field and stargaze for a little bit. You’ll be home before sunrise.” Robin gave you a proud smile as you pulled out your outfit. You undressed down to your underwear, then pulled on jeans, a t-shirt, and a blue flannel. “Are you ready?” Robin asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” You and her began to climb out your window, “but if I get caught sneaking out, you’re going down with me.” She crawled down the side of your house and helped you down, then grabbed your hand and rushed the the festival. It was beautiful there, full of lights and rides and laughter. The smell of the food booths were amazing.

“Let’s go to that one!” Robin pointed to the swing ride and pulled you over. You know, the ride with the seats suspended by chains. And it spins. You sat in front of your friend, and once the ride started, gravity took over and lifted you upwards. You rested your hands behind your head and let the breeze hit you. Robin raised her hands in the air and kicked her feet. She was like a little child, full of joy. You could see the whole festival from where you were, and it was wonderful.

“See, now that was fun.” Robin said as you guys got off the ride.

“Yeah...it was.” You hesitated.

“Stop wishing you were in bed right now and have some fun with me!” She locked arms with you. “Let’s go get some funnel cake.” She led you to the food booths. You were happy that she was having a good time, and you just didn’t want to admit you were glad she forced you out of your cave for the night. It had been a while since the two of you had spent some quality time together, doing something spontaneous and fun. Robin ordered a funnel cake and soft drink for you to share. “Eat up, y/n, the night is young. There’s much more to do!”

You guys finished your snack and went back to running around the festival. From the Gravitron to bumper cars to the carousel to Enterprise, you started missing your bed less and less. Robin even won you a stuffed animal at ring toss. Never did you think that Robin was a pro at carnival games.

A few rides and a lot of shared laughter later, everything started to close up.

“It’s 3am already?” You asked in disbelief. Robin looked down at her watch.

“I guess it is,” her eyebrows raised, “well, you know what they say...”

“I swear to God, if you say ‘time flies when you—“ She cut you off.

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” She gave you a wide-toothed smile and you squinted at her. “Our nights not over yet, though!” She locked arms with you once more and led you through the woods.

“Where exactly are we going?” You asked your friend.

“We’re almost there, quit whining.” She instructed you.

“I’m not whining, I’m just asking a question.” You sighed dramatically. “You’re so pushy!”

“Am not!” She chuckled. The pair of you finally reached an open spot. “And here is where we will look at the beautiful stars.”

“Well, they’re not as beautiful as you.” You grabbed her chin and giggled to her, then laid on the grassy ground. Robin laid perpendicular to you, resting her head on your stomach.

“I wonder why people draw five-pointed stars when they’re technically balls. Shouldn’t they be drawing them circular?” She asked you.

“One person decided it looked cool and the rest followed, I think. It’s like tradition now. People don’t like to change.” You told her. She stayed silent and let her head rise and sink with every breath you took. How wonderful it was to spend a nice night with her best friend.

“People can be such fools.” The both of you said nothing for a moment, then simultaneously burst into laughter. “God, I missed nights like these.”

“Yeah, me too. Just any night spent together, that was enough for me. Now we’re always busy with work or school.” You sighed. “Wanna have a sleepover tomorrow night?”

“Hell yeah, I do.” She stuck her hand out for a high-five, then checked her watch. “Oh, shit. It’s 5:30am. Don’t your parents get up at 6?” She and you sat up.

“Yeah. We better haul ass!” You both scrambled to get up and ran together, hand in hand, towards your house. Robin hoisted you back up to your window and climbed up with you, resting her head on the windowsill.

“Okay, I will see you tomorrow night! Don’t you dare forget.” She reminded you.

“Got it, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, my lovely.” You poked her nose.

“Goodnight!” Robin pulled away from the window and you closed and locked it. Before she left, she pointed to herself, made a heart with her hands, and pointed to you. You did the same, and added two fingers at the end, for “I love you, too.” She waved and scaled the side of your house. You dressed back into your pajamas and turned all the lights off.

Finally, you could get some sleep. (And you had a cute new stuffed animal to keep you company).

[honeymoonjin]

enjoy your stay - chapter four

A/N Word count is around 3.7k. Warnings: cursing and mentions of sexual content.

ENJOY YOUR STAY ↳Boss!Namjoon, Chef!Jin, Receptionist!Hoseok, Bellboy!Jimin, Bartender!Jungkook, Accountant!Yoongi, Photography student!Taehyung ↳Some inappropriate language and cursing. Later chapters will have sexual content.

SUMMARY ↳Working the graveyard shift at a hotel isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but your coworkers are certainly happy to have you here.

CHAPTER FOUR ↳Blackmail does funny things to a person, but is it really as doom-and-gloomy as you think? You learn some interesting information about certain workers in the hotel that change your perspective about your own situation.

Things have been tense within the wallpapered halls of the hotel.

Not that sweet oblivious Namjoon would have the slightest clue.

Ever since Tae’s extremely inappropriate version of blackmail, you’ve been trying your best to keep your distance from both him and Jimin in the hopes that they’ll hook up on their own and save you the grey hairs.

Part of you wants to just go to Namjoon yourself and tell him what happened with Jin. Tae’s acting like you had sex with the guy, but it never got past kissing, so maybe you could survive with a slap on the wrist and go on your merry way.

But even though Jin and you both knew what happened, there weren’t any security cameras in the walk in chiller and even if there were, Tae was right. You didn’t think you could handle the look of disappointment on Namjoon‘s face when you told him you went behind his back, and took this long to tell him, too.

Your only hope was to get Tae to live out his bellboy fantasies and leave you alone. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

In the meantime, you had been putting all your brainpower between the hours of 11pm to 7am into your job. It was almost the end of the month, which meant reports were due soon, and Yoongi was around the hotel a lot more, just like he was that first night.

It was crazy to think you’d been here almost a month, and Yoongi’s returned presence in the hotel made it feel like more of a milestone.

He still stuck to the bar, although he never drank, and he was always in a sharp suit with mussed-up hair, like he had come straight from a day at the office. Whenever you would do your rounds and come upon the glorious sight of his back hunched over, white dress shirt taut across his shoulders, you thanked your lucky stars you worked in a place where even the accountant was one of the sexiest men in town.

This morning, he had been here before you started working, and was still poring over pages and pages of figures and tables and charts at 3am.

You had promised yourself that you would look after him just as much as you did the other staff members while you were on duty, and so you found yourself with a mug of decaf coffee in one hand and a little bowl of fries you got Jin to put through before he headed home.

As usual, Yoongi didn’t look up when you approached, trusting that you’d call out to him if you needed him. It wasn’t until he heard the clink of the plate and mug against the glass top of the bar that he put his pen down and glanced over.

He always looked tired, but you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows in concern when he made eye contact. The bags under his eyes looked more like smudges of charcoal and his gaze was glassy and unfocused.

You knew he had a pair of glasses; you had seen them when you visited his office that night, but he hated wearing them and so just suffered the headaches of eye strain.

You clear your throat a little and shoot him a friendly smile. “You’ve been here for a while so I thought I’d get you some food to keep you going. I didn’t know how you took your coffee so I brought a couple packets of sugar in case. Oh, and don’t worry, it’s decaf, so you won’t have trouble sleeping when you finish up.”

He raises his eyebrows in bemusement but graces you with a small, close-lipped smirk. “Accountants are sharks, darling. We never stop swimming or we’ll drown.”

You blink, struggling to process what he means when you were so caught off-guard by the pet name. “Uh, we have normal coffee. I can come back with-“

“Decaf is fine. I’m just messing with you.”

“Oh.” You nod slowly, waiting for him to say thank you, but after a moment of silence that begins to get uncomfortable, you turn to leave. “Anyway, I better get-“

“You know what I can’t work out?” You freeze, mouth still half open from before you were interrupted. He waits for you to shrug before continuing. “Jin has always spent the most each month, that’s no surprise, but normally it’s because he buys expensive ingredients or wants to try new dishes all the time. But this month, he’s gone through an entire 20L tub of vanilla ice cream in less than two weeks. He’s brought two of them. Normally it takes about five weeks to go through one.” His eyes are hard, staring deeply into you, and all of a sudden you decide he probably wasn’t just joking when he said all accountants were sharks. “Why is that?”

The air is sucked out of the room. “I’ll- I’ll ask Jin for you and let you know what he says.”

He holds your gaze for a moment, then like magic the domineering energy fades away, and he rubs his eyes tiredly. “That would be great, thanks. God, report week turns me into a demon. I swear I’m not usually this harsh.”

You don’t trust yourself to reply with the rate that your heart is beating, so you let out a nervous laugh and leave as quickly as you can.

In Namjoon’s office is a list of all the employees contact details, and you track down Jin’s number while Namjoon is distracted with sending emails, sneaking out the back of the empty kitchen to call him.

Part of you feels guilty, since when he finally picks up after eight rings, his voice is a few octaves deeper and rusty from being woken up, but the two of you need to get your story straight before somebody catches you in a lie.

“I’m sorry for waking you, but it’s important.”

“You didn’t wake me. You can call me anytime, you know. I’ll add your number to my contacts after this so that I always know it’s you.”

Even though he lied about being awake, his words bring a blush to your cheeks. “Okay, if you’re sure. Anyway, Yoongi’s at the hotel sorting out the finances and he’s a little suspicious that you went through the ice cream so quick.”

“What? I haven’t gone through it already. I’m not that miserable.”

You sigh. “That’s not what- Look, all Yoongi can see on the receipts is that you bought a tub, and then two weeks later, bought another one even though you should’ve been barely halfway through the first.”

Jin swears, and if it wasn’t for the unfortunate context, you would’ve loved to hear it again in that raspy tone. “What did you say?”

“I said I’d call you and ask. We need to sort out what’s going on so that we don’t expose ourselves for misconduct. I know the ice cream thing is small, but Yoongi isn’t the only one that’s suspicious. Namjoon’s little brother was in the kitchen when I left. He knows something happened and if he knows we can’t guarantee he won’t tell Namjoon. And then what?”

“Namjoon won’t fire us.”

“Maybe not fire us, but he definitely won’t be happy if he finds out.”

Jin grunts. “If he gets mad, he’s a jealous hypocrite.”

Your response dies in your throat. “Wh- What? What do you mean?”

You hear a whistling in the static background of the call and figure he’s probably making himself a cup of coffee to wake up fully. The guilt at ruining his sleep returns again but he replies before you get the chance to feel too bad.

“Look, I wouldn’t tell you this if we weren’t already in this situation, but Namjoon isn’t going to think any less of you for being romantically involved with colleagues. It doesn’t happen often with the night shift since we’re all dudes, but Namjoon and I... we were together before my girlfriend and I even met.”

You thank your lucky stars you didn’t make this phone call while still in Namjoon’s office. “Together together?”

Jin sighs and takes a sip of his drink before continuing. “I worked here for a couple of years before he bought the place and saved us from shutting down. When he came in, he was barely 21. He didn’t know what he was doing, really, and he relied on me a lot since I knew more about the hotel and how things ran. I was grateful to him for saving my job and my career, and... things just went from there. We were together for just under a year.”

You bit your lip, dragging your teeth over the skin as you processed that information. “Okay. So it doesn’t matter if he finds out? Wait, why did you guys break up? Will he be mad that you went to me instead of him?”

He makes a strangled sound in his throat. “That’s personal, I’m afraid. I’m only telling you this so that you can sleep easy knowing your job isn’t on the line. I’ll handle Namjoon if he does find out, okay? Just tell Yoongi one of the kitchen hands left the tub on the bench and it melted so I got a new one. He’ll get grouchy that I didn’t just re-freeze it but he thinks I’m stupid anyway.” You stay silent, not wanting to admit you had completely forgotten about the whole ice cream ordeal in the wake of the news Jin had dropped on you. “I’m going to see if I can get some more sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow. If you want, you could come a bit early to work and I can make you some dinner after the service ends?” He would never admit it to you, but the way his sentence lifts at the end belies his nervousness.

“Yeah, that sounds great, Jin. I’ll be sure to send my compliments to the chef.”

He laughs. “Bye bye, now.”

“See you, Jin.”

You hang up and take a few moments in the musty closet to compose yourself before heading back down the hallway to the bar.

Recently, when going down to the lobby to check up on Hoseok, you’ve been as quick as you could manage without Hoseok getting suspicious, and you’ve successfully managed to leave before Jimin makes it over to the reception desk.

Tonight, however, Hoseok seems to have cottoned on to your desperate attempts, and is making you change the receipt rolls in the eftpos machine even though you know full well he can do it himself.

“Ah, so the new roll just goes in there, I see. Thanks for your help, muppet.” Hoseok is sitting at his chair, one elbow on the table, stroking his chin and nodding thoughtfully.

From the corner of your eye you see the bellboy ominously approaching and grimace. The last thing you need is Jimin bringing up your conversation about Tae. From the way Hobi grins at you when he thinks you aren’t looking, Jimin’s possibly told him already.

Although you studiously avoid looking up, you can see the brilliant smile stretched across Jimin’s face as he makes more progress than he has in the past week.

“Well, considering there’s literally no other place for it to go, and it was where you got the old one out, yes, Hoseok, that’s where the roll goes.”

He pulls a face at your attitude but doesn’t say anything.

Jimin calls out your name, and you stand up slowly in resignation.

“Feels like ages since we’ve spoke!”

Now that you actually look at him, you feel a little bad. Yes, he’s a shameless horndog who’s ass is so good you’ve been blackmailed into setting him up, but he doesn’t know about the whole Tae thing, and it’s clear from the way his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes that he’s upset with the way you’ve been treating him.

You melt a little inside with shame. “Namjoon’s been super stressed with trying to get everything sorted for the monthly report, that he’s got me feeling anxious by association. I’ve kind of been running around like a headless chicken lately.” Both of those points were true, if not actually related.

“You get off in like an hour, right? Us three should go get breakfast after the day staff come in. Jennie’s usually here on time, although the receptionist lady is like twenty minutes late most of the time. I think she has kids to drop off to school, though, so what can you do?” He laughs shakily, catching himself from rambling too much.

Hobi jumps in to save him. “The coffee shop across the street does bagels, I think. We could go there, it’s pretty quiet before 8am.”

The angelic hope in Jimin’s eyes and the warning stare of Hobi make it impossible to say no. And a small part of you thrives on the attention the two men always give you. Okay, a pretty big part of you enjoys the attention.

“Only if you let me shout the coffees, I owe you for being a little distracted lately.”

The jingle of the doorbell means Jimin’s services are required, but he wraps you in a tight bear hug and whispers a goodbye in your ear before you go.

You breathe out heavily and lean against Hoseok’s desk, the two of you quietly watching Jimin chatting up the small family that have walked in, making conversation like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“He’s got the biggest crush on you.”

Your observations are interrupted by Hoseok’s sudden comment. “What?”

He sways lazily back and forth in his chair. “I mean, probably all of us on the night shift are into you, we’re not blind, but he seems to really really like you. He was so upset when you weren’t speaking to him.”

“I knew you were acting all dumb to get me to stay at the desk longer.”

Hoseok blinks. “Huh? Oh, no, I actually did need your help with the eftpos machine. Normally I call Namjoon down to do it for me, so I’ve never done it myself.” He puts on a bright smile as the guests finally finish with their luggage and turn to approach the desk. He pauses. “Wait, what do you mean dumb?”

You snort, pat his shoulder, and leave him to deal with the guests.

It’s not until you are sitting across from Jimin in a cramped little cafe that you realise the implications of your previous conversation with Jin. This whole time, you were avoiding Jimin because of Tae’s perverted version of blackmail, but if Namjoon wouldn’t do anything should Tae tell him, then there was no reason for you to hold up your end of the deal.

Who needs to share, anyway?

“So, Jimin, what do you do outside of working?” You were a little sore that you had offered to pay for breakfast; the coffee was way too hot to even touch, and the bagels were soggy.

He lit up when you asked. “Actually, I’m a dancer.”

“Oh, no way!” You gave yourself a mental reminder to check him out once he stood up to see if he had a real dancers body. Up until that point you had only really paid attention to his gorgeous face and perfect ass.

“Yeah! Work’s a little rare for a dancer, though, so I’m posting some stuff on YouTube in the hopes that it’ll take off and go from there.”

Hobi, who was the only one of the three of you devouring his bagel, hummed enthusiastically around a mountain of cream cheese and jam. “He’s really great! You should check it out!”

Jimin’s smile softens and his cheeks heat up with the praise from his coworker. You get him to write the channel name on a napkin and promise to watch his videos when you get home. Even if you weren’t interested in his dancing, you were at the very least curious as to what he looked like out of his bellboy uniform and in some regular clothes.

The three of you spent almost an hour in the cafe, the two of them sharing stories about Jin setting a tablecloth on fire when serving a flambé dish, or Jungkook thinking that a scotch on the rocks used actual stones in the glass and you talking about the time you had to call a locksmith into the hotel at 2 in the morning because Namjoon somehow managed to break off the handle on the inside of his office and get locked inside.

By the time you parted ways, promising to find a better place to eat next time, it was well into the morning, just about 9:30, and you regretted choosing a coffee rather than something that would allow you to get some sleep.

Both men had already disappeared into the crowds, Hobi walking to his block of flats and Jimin catching the bus to his parents house, and instead of heading home yourself, you decided to return to the hotel, wide awake and ready for confrontation.

You went straight to Tae’s room rather than checking the bar or restaurant, and as luck would have it, he opened up a few moments after you knocked on the door.

He had the same sly grin on his face as he usually wore when he let you inside, leaning against the back of the door with his arms crossed.

“You have news?”

“Not the news you’re expecting.”

He frowns at this, tilting his head in confusion. “He’s not interested in me anymore?”

“I’m not interested in you anymore,” you counter. He scrunches up his face even more. “I’m not going to play matchmaker anymore. If you want to get your dick wet, you can do it yourself.”

You watch him curiously as he pushes off from the door, saunters past you and collapses onto the bed, one arm propping up his head. “Might I remind you that your job is on the line here?”

You shrug. “I would disagree with you. Fuck the bellboy, be my guest, but I don’t want to be a part of it.”

He shifts onto his stomach, grinning again. “Even if you aren’t helping me anymore doesn’t mean you don’t have to be a part of it. I already told you that you’re welcome to join.”

You scoff, but his intense gaze still has you flustered. “Thanks for the kind offer. I think I’ll pass.”

“Well, I suppose chefs are more your pay grade.”

A choked gasp of protest leaves your mouth. “Listen, mister, we didn’t have sex, we just kissed! And besides, it’s none of your business.”

For the first time since you’ve met him, Tae actually looks caught off guard. “Wait, you aren’t fucking him? Oh,” he mutters, “never mind, then.”

You stare at him incredulously. “How are you at all related to Namjoon?”

He sits himself up on the end of the bed. “I just thought...”

“You thought I was the hotel slut that slept with any living body within its walls?”

He rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, kinda.”

“Well, that’s just...” You trail off, not sure how you could possibly respond to that. “You’re wrong. I’ve only worked here for a month.”

He smirks at you again, but more cheeky than sly. “So, what I’m hearing is that you’re not the hotel slut yet?”

Your lips twitch and you desperately try to keep a straight face. “Have a good day, Mr Kim.”

“Should I ask again in a couple weeks, or...?”

You turn to the door quickly but you know he saw your incredulous grin by the sing-songy way he calls goodbye.

[sticks-and-stone]

Hampton Tract

October 10, 2019 - October, 12, 2019

So we did Hampton Tract this time for our second round of monthly camping. Hampton is in the same water management district as Potts, but on the western side of the Hillsborough Nature Preserve. Prepping for this trip was wildly different than prepping for the Potts trip for several reasons. The first being that we had done the camping thing and now knew what we were missing and what we needed to get to prep. We were also given a lot of gear by family and friends. So a lot of our upgrades became major game changers. 

We also planned for two nights instead of just one this time. We figured since we had proven that we wouldn’t die in the woods, it would be safe to try for a second night. A quick overnight is mostly setting up and taking down anyway. Not a whole lot of time to just enjoy the trip. This meant that I also needed to make sure that there was plenty to do so we wouldn’t get bored and just drink too much. So I introduced the concept of a “toy bag” which is basically just a bag of crafts, card games, coloring books, and such. This way, if we got bored or it rained, we would have options. 

In addition to the toy bag, our gear had improved drastically. We got ourselves more organized and more prepared. It didn’t feel like our second trip at all, it felt more like our 9th or 10th. Still not quite perfect, but we felt ready. We organized our gear into categories, researched what other people pack with them for this time of year, and made so many lists. 

We had two main categories for gear this trip. Hardware and software. Hardware included the tent, the chairs, and any other structural pieces for the campsite such as clips, ties, and stakes. The Software bag was for things like flashlights, bug spray, first aid, etc. this separation helped a TON with staying organized on site. 

We added a small amount of gear to this trip. Smaller than I would have expected, but the items we added were complete game changers. This time around we had more coolers. I went to dads and cleaned out his shed in exchange for taking whatever old camping gear I could find. I didn’t take much, but I did take all of his coolers. The first one was a typical, 10 gallon wheeled guy. The second was a five gallon water spigot cooler from our soccer days, and the third was a tiny square spigot guy that might hold a six pack of beer. We used the big wheeled guy for beer and our pre-made coffee supply, the five gallon spigot for our ice water supply (a new thing that made all the difference) and then I continued to use my roommates cooler for our food. Being able to separate the drinks from the food was huge. The first time we went, they were all in the same cooler and the ice we needed for the drinks melted and got water all in our food. So this time, we only used ice packs in the food cooler to protect against moisture and then just loaded up on the ice in our drinks cooler. So our beer was ice cold and our food stayed dry! 

I also got a folding shovel from my dad. This came in very handy with the fire pit which was full of someone else's garbage (including an old diaper) when we arrived. Jenna borrowed fireplace gloves from a friend of hers too. Just those two, easily forgotten items, made a world of difference when it came to fire maintenance. 

As far as other borrowed supplies go, Jenna also borrowed a headlamp from that same friend. I had never thought about using one before, but I will never go camping without one again. We arrived very late at night, so having that made setting up in the dark a breeze. 

My roommate gifted us with a hammock. Again, this was a piece of gear that I had never thought about adding to my pack before, but it was the most relaxing part of the entire weekend. Being able to sway softly and read a book (even one I didn’t enjoy at all) was amazing. 

So here we were, gear-wise, having an epically better camping trip than the last and I haven't even begun to explain the game changers I actually spent money on. During our Potts trip, we realized that we needed more lighting at our campsite. After the sun went down it was very dark and we could see next to nothing. We definitely didn’t want any booming spot lights or anything, but just some soft background lighting to help us out. So I went on Amazon and bought two tiki torches, and a string of battery powered fairy lights. At Hampton, we were able to use the tiki torches not only to illuminate our area and square it off, but also to help repel the bugs which were still kind of bad for October. And the string lights helped us avoid tripping while we found spots in the woods to pee, but also made our entire little set up look very cute. I hope to continue to work on the aesthetic of the site during future trips. 

Beyond the lighting, I also bought an air pump that plugs into the car, so we didn’t have to sleep on the ground! Small, but significant game changer. I bought rope (paracord) but we never used it. I’m keeping it in the gear kit though because every blog I’ve ever read tells me to. I’m sure it will be just a space taker until I actually need it and will be grateful to have it. 

On the way down, we stopped at a dollar general for additional supplies (toys). We bought bubbles and glow sticks to mess around with after dark. We got a TON of extra bug spray and a citronella candle for bugs. 

So gear-wise, we didn’t do much, but the things we did buy were such game changers that it made the Hampton trip so much better than we could have expected. We did things a little bit differently this time as far as execution goes. Two nights is drastically different than one so we had to think in advance, plan for the worst, and just mostly roll with the punches. And there were definitely a few punches. 

We arrived at camp at about 11pm at night on friday. Way too late if you ask me, but we had not thought through it too well, I guess. The first thing we did was unload the car. We were much better this time about making sure that our hardware was easily accessible so that we could set up as fast as possible. We got the tent up first. It took us mere minutes and once it was up, I ran to check out the bathroom facilities. 

The bathroom was a good ole fashion outhouse. A concrete building over a hole in the ground with a bucket and a lid covering the hole. The room was filled with dead and living love bugs and a broom in the corner to (I guess) sweep the massive layer of bug bodies out of your way? The toilet paper was damp (thank god I brought my own) and there was a smell that I swear could make you cry. I figured I would just pee behind the tent in the cover of the trees most of the time and only use this outhouse if I absolutely had to. At least this time I was not on my period. 

Once the tent was up, Jenna went to work on the fire. Since it was so late, we didn’t need to eat, just needed to get the fire up and get settled in for the night. So we spent the evening around the fire, taking shots of gin (why did I have that?) and drinking beer. At some point I think we broke out the guitar and sang probably too loudly for our fast-asleep neighbors. There was a camper just across the field from us who I’m sure hated our guts by morning. Otherwise, we had plenty of space and privacy for this trip. Which I loved a lot. We stayed up far too late and finally passed out around 3am. I woke up before Jenna at about 7am. The air mattress was a game changer so I slept like a rock. It also didn’t get that cold (for October) during the night, so I was very comfortable. 

I couldn’t get the fire started - I do not have the skills that Jenna does. So when she finally got out of bed (about an hour after me) I threw my hands up and told her it was her problem now. She got it going in no time (I was bitter) and we got to work on breakfast. It was about 10 am by the time we had breakfast on the table and our day was underway.

After breakfast we decided to go for a drive and check out the area a little. We left the site around noon after we got dressed and secured the site for our departure. This was the first two night trip and the first time that I really realized how slow you can actually go and I loved it. We left the site and drove down the long country road until we got to another corner of the Hillsborough Nature Preserve. The guy at the gate said that this was the hunting portion but that if we were just driving through we could do so. Apparently we didn’t strike him as the type of girls to sneak rifles in and hunt illegally. So off we drove. The man told us that it was just a few minutes to the end of the road and we would find ourselves back at the primitive campground. He was very wrong. After driving for about an hour through the woods and passing very sketchy looking groups of hunters with rifles (yikes) we finally got back out to another major road. Not our camping ground. We caved and broke out a phone to GPS our way back to where we needed to be. We were about 45 minutes away. So we tracked ourselves to the spot and stopped for gas, more beer, and snacks on the way. 

We finally got back to the campsite around 3pm and took to doing our own things. We hung the hammock and Jenna took the first turn while I went to the picnic table to try my hand at whittling. I got comfortable enough with the knife and small piece of wood I found and relocated to the fire which I was able to get going and keep going on my own. I made a pencil!

Before we had left for our venture, the couple in the camper across the way offered us their leftover firewood, so we had plenty to get us through the rest of the trip. I whittled away and Jenna swayed and napped in the hammock. After a while, a car pulled in and two lesbians and their dog made camp in the spot where the couple in the camper had been. They drove a small sedan and unloaded a small tent and two chairs. They used their car to block our view of their entire set up which was disappointing. We enjoy scoping out other people’s set up to get ideas of our own. 

Around the same time, we started to notice the sound of a small dog barking on the other end of the campground - about 100 yards away. We didn’t think much of it until it began getting louder and more annoying. We made comments to each other about it - mostly sarcastic, but didn’t honestly think anything of it. 

Finally, Jenna got tired of being interrupted by the noise and offered me my turn on the hammock. I was eager to try it out so I grabbed a book and some extra bug spray and headed over there. I realized very quickly that this was my new favorite camping activity. The book I brought with me was a novel from Scotland that I never got around to reading. I figured I would give it a go and try out at least the first few chapters. As it turns out, I hated the book. It wasn’t broken into chapters at all and the language was difficult to keep up with. I gave up on it and just dosed in and out of a light sleep while I swayed softly. The dog - which I now realized was two dogs - grew louder and louder as more people piled in with their campers, tents, and dogs of their own. I wondered why the owners wouldn’t shut them up. 

Jenna and I decided to start working on dinner. We brought steaks and potatoes with us to cook over the fire and the first thing we needed to do was get the coals hot enough which would take a bit of time. So I did that while Jenna started “marinating” a steak. We brought nothing to do this, but she managed to use the single packets of ketchup and BBQ sauce to make-shift a marinade. Honestly, I was wildly impressed. Don’t tell her. So we let the marinade soak in the tupperware container and just enjoyed a couple beers by the fire. 

Suddenly, a woman walked up to us and presented us with the best drama. Apparently she had arrived around 1 or 2 that afternoon and from the time she got there until the time she walked over to our camp (around 5pm) those dogs had been barking nonstop and she wanted to know if we knew anything about the people camping there. Of course, we didn’t, but I did tell her that I noticed a car there this morning that was no longer there. Which made the woman (I cannot for the life of me remember her name) feel a lot better. Her concern was that someone was dead inside the camper. She said that it was about to get dark and that she was growing concerned for the animals. We agreed that if it got to be 8pm and no one showed up to the camp, we would take a closer look and possibly call the police. 

So 8pm rolls around and she comes walking back over. This time, one of the lesbians from across the way and her dog are with her. Block party. So they tell us that they want to go look into the camper to see what the situation is but are afraid to do so alone. Me, being drunk, decided to be the brave one and lead the search crew. Jenna at my side. We walk over there with our flashlights and shone them in. There was a Jack Russel on the bed which was walled with a bug screen (so he got fresh air). His teeth were barred and his hair stood up on his back. He was not happy at all that we were there.  Behind him (or her) there was a cage on the counter next to the bed. Inside were 4 Jack Russel puppies. And on the floor of the camper was a litter box and two black cats next to it. So what we thought  was one or two dogs ended up being 7 animals just left alone in this camper. According to the woman whose name escapes me, they had been inside for at least 8 hours, maybe longer. So we decided to call the police and see what they could do. 

Jenna did that while the lady and I walked around to the other campsites and let people know that the police would likely be showing up soon. Before we could make it back to our own site, a forest ranger showed up in her truck. Super nice lady. She asked us to go back to our sites and that she would handle this. She drew her weapon (I had no idea that they armed rangers) and her flashlight and started looking around the camper and trying the door - which was locked. Me and Jenna, the lady, and the lesbians all watched from our perspective sites. As the ranger looked around. Right as she was about to get back in her truck, a car pulled up next to the camper and a woman and a young man got out. Apparently it was their camper. They talked to the cop for a while then went inside and the barking stopped for the rest of the night.

A little while later, the lady whose name escapes me came back over to our site to gossip. Apparently she was really nervous that we had pissed off the people for calling the cops. We agreed not to tell them who called (Jenna) if asked and to just say that we were all really worried about them thinking that they were dead inside. The lady told us that she was newly divorced and was trying camping out as a new hobby. She didn’t want a lot of people to know, but she was solo camping. Trying to find her independence I guess. She was nervous now and said she was going to sleep in her locked car. We told her we had a huge tent and she was welcomed to stay with us, but she refused and said that defeats the purpose of her trip, but that she thought we looked nice and she wanted to let someone know she was alone and scared. I have so much respect for her. I wish I could remember her name. 

Jenna and I finished our dinner in peace and played music for a bit. We went to bed earlier than the night before (thank god) and got a great night’s sleep.  

We woke up the next day and just kind of took our time. I slowly started repacking our bags and bins and would take frequent and long breaks in between. We had done this trip so much better than the last time that I wanted to saber it. I decided that I wanted to brush my teeth and get myself ready for the repacking of the car and the drive home. 

While I was brushing my teeth, the lady that owns the dogs in the trailer came driving up to introduce herself to us and apologize for her animals. We explained to her that we were just concerned that there was a human in there that needed help. She explained that she was “on campus writing a paper all day” and that she would be again today but this time she was going to leave her adult son behind to watch over the animals. 

Needless to say, that was a strange encounter and we were sufficiently creeped out. Who goes camping when they have a paper to write? Who brings their adult son to campus to write a paper? We had so many questions but figured that most of them were better left unanswered. We quickly finished packing and just left before she came back 

Besides the neighbor drama and the really gross bathroom, this was a pretty good trip. Gear-wise, we really stepped it up and I am pretty proud of us. 

Get Outside, 

Stone

[unghchangkyun]

Mikey

Shin Hoseok (Monsta X) | meet cute | 1,580 words | Masterlist

At twenty-four years old Hoseok did something he had thought about for quite a while, he had moved to an apartment of his own. Hoseok had never lived on his own, he could cook and do basic household stuff like wash the dishes and mop the floor but when it came to doing his laundry, he would be that person who would wash a red shirt in the white laundry and end up with a bunch of new pink coloured clothes.

That’s where his friends came in, well actually only Kihyun. Everyone in their friend group had always jokingly called him ‘mum’ but when Kihyun turned up with a ‘How-to’ guide to cook simple recipes, do laundry, get stains out and so on, no one dared to make a mum-joke.

“Thanks, I really appreciate this!” Hoseok had smiled, especially at the part where it came to doing the laundry, separating clothes and reading clothing labels.

“It’s my lifework, you better put it on your coffee table for when those douchebags need it” Kihyun scoffed, looking around. They were sat in Hoseok’s new living room. It was quite an operation to get everyone seated: Hoseok’s couch normally seated only two people but he did have four dining chairs so if they squeezed, his couch did seat three people. Hoseok had opted for a chair, just like Shownu, Jooheon and Kihyun, Minhyuk, Changkyun and Hyungwon had squeezed themselves on said couch and for now, it kind of worked.

“Nah, I’m good with not living alone” they all mumbled.

It was Hoseok’s first night here, they all put up the last few thing here and there before inviting themselves to Hoseok’s ‘Housewarming party he never agreed to’. Luckily, the six of them were his best friends and they brought their own drinks, Hoseok only paid for take-out pizza which was placed on the coffee table before him.

“What are you going to do if you realise this place is haunted?” Changkyun asked with a dead serious face, making Jooheon choke on his drink.

“Do you seriously think the place is haunted?” Jooheon asked with a small voice, Changkyun only smirked.

“Maknae, stop scaring our friends out of my apartment!” Hoseok slapped the younger’s arm. “Of course this place isn’t haunted!”

Changkyun smirked yet again, “you say that now…” he mumbled before sipping his drink.

Hoseok scoffed, sometimes he did hate their group’s maknae but on the other hand, no-one besides Changkyun dealt well with ‘scary stuff’.

“Well, Changkyun, if I find a ghost, you’ll be the first to know” Hoseok scoffed, looking at the clock above the TV, 11PM.

“Aren’t you guys going to leave?” Hoseok asked, looking towards his friends. Minhyuk looked up with a half eye only to realise how late it was.

“Well fuck, I have to work tomorrow morning. I should, indeed, get going!”

One by one, the guys stood up to leave. All of them told Hoseok to call them if he needed anything, Hoseok scoffed. What could he need between 11PM and 8AM? The last one to go was Changkyun.

“You call me to let me know when you’ve found a ghost?” The younger asked.

“Yes, Changkyun, I will” He said whilest rolling his eyes.

“Sweet! Good night, man” Changkyun said as he skipped out of the apartment.

Hoseok was finally alone in his apartment, it was finally silent. He did love his friends but having them all over at once, on his first night living here wasn’t the best way to get acquainted with his neighbours. Especially not when you have Lee Minhyuk screeching like a dolphin...

A nice, hot shower would do him well. It would relax him before finally going off to bed. Of course, his friends did help him move the last pieces in today but Hoseok had been moving houses for a week, putting up furniture and decorating… Actually, most of his friends didn’t help him the past couple of days, he did most of it by himself! It was quite a satisfying thought! Hoseok turned the shower off and finally got to his bed.

3AM. It was three in the morning when Hoseok woke up from scratching on wood. Fucking Changkyun with his scary stories! Hoseok ignored the noise and turned around. Plop, plop, plop…. The sound of something lifting the carpet in the living room. What the…. The next sound scared Hoseok the most, wild running. He immediately grabbed his phone and called Changkyun.

“It’s three in the morning” the younger moaned out.

“I don’t give a shit, what did you do, you punk?” Hoseok hissed.

“I don’t fucking know, tell me what I did Hoseok?”

“The noises!” He exclaimed. “The scratching, the running, the sound of the carpet lifting, what did you do?”

“HOLY FUCK HOSEOK, YOUR APARMENT IS HAUNTED!” Changkyun yelled, the boy was suddenly wide awake and so was Hoseok.

“You fucking punk, it’s not and when I find out what you did, I will haunt you once I die!” Hoseok said and hung up. That maknae was really something!

Hoseok didn’t like the thought of it but he had to check it. He needed his sleep and right now, he wasn’t getting any. Mentally, he cursed Changkyun for whichever prank he came up with. Probably a recorder somewhere. Hoseok slipped out of bed and took his phone in his hand. If he was going to die, he was going to fucking haunt Changkyun’s ass until that boy believed in ghosts! Hoseok took a deep breath and opened the door. He flicked on the lightswitch.

There was nothing in sight. Of course there wasn’t because Changkyun had put up that recording! He only had to find it…. His apartment wasn’t too big: a bedroom, a bathroom, a spare bedroom he used as officespace and a big kitchen, living- and diningroom combined. Since his room was connected to the big kitchen-living-dining area, it had to be there somewhere. Changkyun sat on the couch so that’s the first place he checked. Nothing.

At that moment Hoseok heard a new sound. A soft ‘mew’…. What the hell, Changkyun? Hoseok turned around to the TV only to spot two yellow-green eyes next to it. He screamed and fell on the couch. The eyes moved towards him, he heard a soft thud next to him on the couch. What was that? A kitten???? Hoseok immediately opened WhatsApp and snapped a picture of the cat.

Wonho – 3.30 AM: “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK CHANGKYUN”

Maknae – 3.35 AM: “…. Is that a cat?”

Wonho – 3.36 AM: “YES IT IS, WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THIS FROM?”

Maknae – 3.40 AM: “Stop typing in all caps, I didn’t get it!”

Hoseok was confused. Where did that cat come from if Changkyun didn’t get it here? Hoseok looked down only to see that the small ginger kitten had fallen asleep on his lap. It was actually very cute….

Maknae – 3.42 AM: “Wait, isn’t there a tag around his neck?”

It was then that Hoseok indeed noticed a small orange band around his neck. ‘Mikey’ the label read.

Wonho – 3.45 AM: “There is, he’s apparently called Mikey…”

Maknae – 3.46 AM: “I swear, I didn’t bring him with me. Someone must be missing him���

Wonho – 3.47 AM: “You’re right. I’ll make a poster and put it up around the block. I swear to god, Changkyun, I thought it was one of your pranks!”

Maknae – 3.49 AM: “It isn’t, but anyway I’m going back to bed. Good night to you and Mikey!”

Hoseok sighed and put his phone down. Mikey was asleep in his lap and he was too afraid to move… Maybe Mikey will wake up in a bit, then he could go to bed. Before Mikey woke up, Hoseok’s head fell back on the headrest of the couch, falling asleep himself.

That morning, he woke up with a sore neck and someone banging on his door. Mikey was gone from his lap and his phone read 7.30 in the morning. Way too early but Hoseok couldn’t do anything else, if he didn’t open the door, the person on the other side would break it down.

“I’m so, so sorry for waking you up this early but my kitten is gone and I live just next door from you and I thought he might be here and I am panicking, I just got him” Hoseok was violently shook awake. In front of him stood a beautiful young woman, even with her hair a mess and her eyes looking like she hadn’t slept at all, she was gorgeous.

“Uh,” he stuttered, “Is he ginger?”.

The woman blinked, “Yes.”

A loud mew came from the ground, the woman’s eyes went wide. “Michelangelo!” She yelled excitedly and picked the kitten up from next to Hoseok’s feet. “Don’t run off like that, your brothers and I were worried!” she cried. Then something clicked in Hoseok’s mind.

Orange –Mikey – Michelangelo….

“Don’t tell me you’ve named all your cats after ‘The Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles’….” He muttered, the woman looked back offended.

“Of course my cats are called Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael and Michelangelo, what do you think I’d call them!?” She scoffed. Hoseok was amused.

“That’s adorable, can I meet them?” He smiled, she was taken a back.

“Well, I don’t see why not? Come over later, I finish work at five. I live a door down to the left” she pointed to her door.

“I’ll see you later, uhm…”

“Hoseok,” he smiled, “Shin Hoseok.”

[quictherearc]

✩ -Klaus and isadora

The Ultimate Relationship Tag

Status;; Accepting

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice?: While they’re both pretty hot headed people, I think it’d be Klaus. Isadora tends to keep more of a calm demeanor during fights.Who threatens to leave but never actually does?: I highly doubt either of them would threaten to leave, but possibly Isadora.Who actually keeps their word and leaves?: Isadora tends to walk out of fights, but she always comes back in a couple of hoursWho trashes the house?: Klaus.Do either of them get physical?: NoHow often do they argue/disagree?: Not very often &, if they do, it’s usually over their family.Who is the first to apologize?: If Klaus is the one to start it, then Isadora refuses to apologize first & vice versa since they’re both stubborn shits, but in the end they both do.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?: Honestly I don’t think they really planned on having any & that it just sorta... happened, but they’re happy nonetheless.If so, how many children do your muses want/have?: They end up having four kids--two boys & two girls.Who is the favorite parent?: Depends on the kid.Who is the authoritative parent?: Klaus.Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?: Their kids are homeschooled because both of them don’t see the point in public schooling, so neither.Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around?: ....HONESTLY THIS WOULD BE SUNNY LBR HERE.Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children?: Both of them.Who goes to parent teacher interviews?: Neither because the kids are homeschooled, but it would be Isadora since it wouldn’t end well with Klaus.Who changes the diapers?: Klaus.Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?: Isadora.Who spends the most time with the children?: Isadora since she works from home.Who gives their children ‘the talk’?: If I’m being honest, I think the kids would just read about it & once it was time to give it to them, they would be like “yeah I already know lol” & that would be the end of that.Who cleans up after the kids?: Isadora.Who worries the most?: Klaus.Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?: Isadora because while Klaus has experience of holding back swear words because of Sunny, Is legit has none.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle?: Isadora.Who is the little spoon?: Klaus because Isadora, despite being hella smaller than him, insists on being the big spoon.Who gives the most kisses?: Isadora.What is their favourite non-sexual activity?: Reading together.Where is their favourite place to cuddle?: In their bed.How often do they get time to themselves?: Not that often since their kids stay at home often & Klaus stays late at the bookstore, but they still get some decent time together.

Sleeping:

Who snores?: IsadoraDo they share a bed or sleep separately?: They share a bed.If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?: They cozy up together usually.Who talks in their sleep?: Neither.Are either of your muses insomniacs?: Isadora honestly.Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?: Yes.Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?: It depends.Who wakes up with bed hair?: Isadora.Who wakes up first?: Klaus.Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?: Klaus tries, but he nearly as bad as a cook as Violet so it doesn’t end well.What is their favourite sleeping position?: Isadora sleeps on her side in what could be considered a ball while Klaus sleeps on his stomach.Who hogs the sheets?: Klaus.Do they set an alarm each night?: Yes because Klaus needs to open up the store & whatnot.Can a television be found in their bedroom?: Nope, but there’s huge bookshelves there instead.Who has nightmares?: Both of them.Who has ridiculous dreams?: Isadora.Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?: Klaus, honestly.Who makes the bed?: Klaus because Isadora doesn’t see the point in it.What time is bed time?: Usually around 10-11pm, but god knows Klaus stays up longer reading.Any routines/rituals before bed?: Brushing their teeth & whatnot, yeah.Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?: Isadora because she is not a morning person.

Work:

Who is the busiest?: Klaus, since he works at his own bookstore.Who rakes in the highest income?: They both make a decent amount of money, but Klaus makes more.Are any of your muses unemployed?: Nope.Who takes the most sick days?: Neither of them, but Isadora does force Klaus to stay home some days when he’s so sick he can barely stand right.Who is more likely to turn up late to work?: Klaus since Isadora works from home.Who sucks up to their boss?: Neither of them since they’re pretty much their own bosses.What are their jobs?: Klaus owns his own bookstore while Isadora writes poetry.Who stresses the most?: Isadora.Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?: They’re both pretty happy with their jobs.Are your muses financially stable?: Giving they both inherited shares of fortunes, yes.

Home:

Who does the washing?: Isadora, but Klaus does it as well.Who takes out the trash?: Usually their kids, but they both do it as well.Who does the ironing?: They see it as a fire hazard so neither.Who does the cooking?: Isadora has to learn for the weeks Sunny isn’t with them (since they pretty much have a shared custody thing with Violet where they get her every other week but that’s another story).Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?: Klaus.Who is messier?: Isadora because Klaus is a pretty neat person.Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?: Isadora, but Klaus does it as well if he’s late for opening up the store or whatnot.Who is the prankster around the house?: Isadora 100 percent because good lord.Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?: Neither since they keep it in the same place, but Klaus does occasionally forget to grab them when he’s late.Who mows the lawn?: They don’t really have a lawn, honestly.Who answers the telephone?: Depends on who’s closer, but Isadora since she’s home more often.Who does the vacuuming?: That’s a chore they leave to their kids.Who does the groceries?: They both do.Who takes the longest to shower?: Isadora.Who spends the most time in the bathroom?: Isadora.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem?: Nope.How many cars do they own?: Two.Do they own their home or do they rent?: They own their home.Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?: Near the coast kinda??Do they live in the city or in the country?: The city.Do they enjoy their surroundings?: Yes because it’s close to where they both grew up.What’s their song?: Intervals by Melani.e Martine.zWho spends the most money when out shopping?: Neither.Who’s more likely to flash their assets?: Neither of them, honestly. It’s one of the reasons they’re orphans so they kinda keep it to themselves.Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?: Isadora tbh, though she does ask if he’s okay & helps him up while dying of laughter.Any mental issues?: They both would have depression & PTSD after everything that’s happened to them.Who’s terrified of bugs?: Neither of them since there’s much worst things to fear than bugs that are easy to kill.Who kills the spiders around the house?: Both of them.Who pays the bills?: They both do, but Klaus usually insists.Do they have any fears for their future?: I think they both are afraid of if their own children are going to fall to the same fate they did, especially Isadora since she was actually in the house when it set on fire.Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?: Klaus.Who uses up all of the hot water?: Isadora.Who’s the tallest?: Klaus.Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?: Isadora.Who wanders around in their underwear?: Isadora.Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?: Isadora.Do they have mutual friends?: Yep.Who crushed first? : Klaus, honestly.Any alcohol or substance related problems?: Kind of? Isadora does drink pretty often, but it loosens after she has her kids.Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?: Isadora.Who swears the most?: Klaus.

[17sunday]

writing on the day of dec. 6 2019

this week has been so fucking wild I had to document it or else my sleep depravation will make me forget it by tomorrow!

sunday - dec. 1 thanksgiving weekend has come to a close and i’m FUCKED, like I have so many fucking projects to complete (mind you, these are all master’s level courses) and I’ve sort of started, but I know the biggest hurdle for all of them has yet to be completed. I have severe anxiety on things not getting done and i will literally stay up if I feel like I am not making enough progress on something...so guess what I stay up till 6 am in order to run this code on Rstudio (sleep count: 3 hours)

monday - dec. 2 I am a teaching assistant for capstone, so I can’t sleep in and go to class to help out my students, keep in mind i’m tired, but I can usually thrive off of 3 hours if its only a day and I take a nap. turns out i had a lot more to do for my project presentation on tuesday than i thought (ah it always becomes that way huh?) and I had no nap because i had to go to office hours for last minute checks, then I had to work on the code....but at 1AM when I was generating the graphs, I reached an error and its hard to explain the logistics but I had to REDO all the coding analysis again and i was on such of a crunch on time yall that I COULDNT EVEN CRY AND HAVE A BREAKDOWN WHAT THE FUCK AND I SLEPT AT FUCKING ASS O CLOCK 6 AM (sleep count: 6 hours)

tuesday - dec. 3 i have a presentation in this advanced bio class (i wont specifically name the class just in case LOL) and I think I did well but my professor asks me (and everyone in the class) to do another coding shit YET HE TELLS ONE STUDENT SHE DID A LOT AND JUST ADD TO DISCUSSION LIKE U FUCKING BITCH WE ALL WORKED HARD *victoria justice voice* HOW DARE HE BULLSHIT US LIKE THAT, HE KNOWS DAMN WELL WE ALL WORK HARD AND NOW WE HAVE EXTRA SHIT AND THIS BITCH GETS NONE IM DONE WITH THIS FAVORITISM I SWEAR TO GOD but several people liked my presentation and said i did a great job so i felt so RELIEVED after the presentation, IT WAS DONE THE CODE WAS DONE and then I had lunch with jake and thai and we had the funniest fucking conversations i love them so much

THEN I HAD A FUCKING PITCH TO MAKE FOR WEDNESDAY AND I HAD A WEDNESDAY MEETING AT 8 AM BUT I SLEPT AT 6 AM AGAIN BTICH LMAO I ended up telling my professor I couldn’t make the meeting and they were fine with it, I’m glad I have an understanding professor who won’t pressure us and is understanding when things come up

I showed up to class at maybe 10:30 AM? (sleep count: 10.5 hours)

wednesday - dec. 4 I’m walking death at this point. I stayed up to finish my pitch, i watched m*mas and that show was bullshit and a waste of time aka svt deserved daesang butttttt whatevers, I go to class and I’m working on other assignments and take a 30 minute nap before my 4:50PM class (which goes until 7:30 mind you). I show up to class and we do our presentations. I’m already in a rough state of mind, and i always compare myself to others so when my professor heavily complimented my peers and didn’t leave room for a nice compliment for me I was so devastated and it probably showed on my face i was on verge of TEARS. I’ve dealt with so much bullshit I couldn’t even face this I was literally just working off of no sleep and my constant self-deprecation made me sensitive but I talked to both jake and thai and they made me see a perspective i would have never seen before. before i left the class i reached out to my professor on what I can improve and she gave me pointers and she is good at reading people’s faces and said “its great bea...its so great!!” and i felt INFINITELY TIMES BETTER! she’s also so so kind to me. My friend a/hmad also said “bea i dont want you to depend on others to say good job, because no matter what, someone will always critique you” and that really hit me hard, for the first time i thought about how i perceive myself and how dependent i am to receive verbal affirmation from other people. I realized i no longer wanted to be tied to that. I want to have confidence from MYSELF because i know my OWN worth, not because i’m happy someone else sees me as worthy....it was a catalyst and now im learning...i feel like i always learn something big in college in terms of my self growth and I am SO happy for that... anyway my team and i worked late into the evening for a cyber project to figure out how to alter a PID controller and I almost broke down but my team and I were working hard and eventually we reached a solution (not what I thought would be the best, but Muthuswamy was on board!!!) and my team said “ok we aren’t getting anywhere lets go home” when it was 11PM and we all agreed. We, and me especially have been dying this week and the rest would do us good, my friends all pleaded for me to sleep early and I promised them i would :(( i love how worried they are, their kindness touches me!!! ALSO JAKE GAVE US RIDES BACK TO OUR PLACES AND FUCKING PUT ON TOKYO DRIFT AND DRIFTED LOLOLOLOLOOLOLOL

slept at 2 AM (sleep count - 18 hours)

thursday - dec. 5 FINALLY I GOT 7 HOURS OF SLEEP! I TRUSTED MY TEAM AND LET US ALL REST TO WORK HARD TOMORROW. I showed up to class where I realized the bullshit where the favorite student got to do nothing and we do everything LOL but i was whatevers about it. afterwards I booked it to the tutoring center to finish up the presentation. Jake clutched and got all the graphs looking PRETTY I LOVED IT! HE IS A TRUE BRO! we went to class a little later but muthuswamy went through presentations and was impressed and jsut wanted to make sure we make robust testing in the report which made me SO HAPPY! he seemed to recognize us and our efforts too!!! IM SO GLAD HE LIKED IT

we then had to work on homework and i swear we had the funniest fucking conversations like a/hmad’s team texts him please in front of each text and so he started texting please in the first part too LMAOOO IM SO DEAD, then like both a/hmad and s/teven worked on the homework cause j/ke and i did the project LOLLLLL and jake and i would fucking LAUGH at everything cause what is this BULLSHIT we’re learning HAHAHAHAHAH

THEN JAKE SANG HALO IN THE HALLWAY WHEN IT WAS ECHOY AND WHEN HE WALKED IN HE GOT STANDING OVATION FROM CURRENT SENIORS LMAOO

we turn in the homework by 8 and thai and i leave by 9:30 to get ihop. we were angry at service but the server who just clocked in was so NICE AHHHHHHH, we had our regular sleepover and i practiced for pitch FOR THIS STARTUP COMPETITION slept at 3am (sleep count: 25 hours)

friday (today) - dec. 6  SO NO ONE REPLIED WHAT TIME I HAD TO HELP OUT AS FACILITATOR SO I JUST SHOWED UP AT 12PM AT THE PRESENTING AREA. I enjoyed talking to my students and got some action shots taken of me hehe. then i went to the presentation and KILLED IT AND MY TEAM WON 10K OMG, i will elaborate later, still processing churro n taco LOL

[kostovas]

september 16, 2016

how do you know when abstract art is good? how do you know it's not just a careless mess of colors and lines?

i went to the art museum on saturday with a good friend i haven't seen in awhile. it felt so freeing to not think about you, and instead think about the things i used to think about all the time: art, friends, music, etc.

i took the obligatory back-of-my-head-staring-at-a-painting picture and posted it on instagram. i tagged my friend in it.

i liked it. i liked the painting. i liked the friend i was with. i liked the time i was having.

three hours later, you also took the obligatory back-of-my-head-staring-at-a-painting picture and posted it on instagram. you tagged her in it.

it was a mean coincidence that you went to the same place with her on the same day as i did, but i guess it is a nice coincidence that we were not there at the same time. (i'm trying to look at the positive side of things now.)

you were standing in front of a different painting.

we have different taste in art.

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how do you get over someone you never even dated?

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it feels weird trying to get over someone you never even dated when technically, nothing really happened. why should i be feeling anything if nothing happened?

i guess that was always the problem. me, feeling things.

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but what is nothing?

nothing is: phone calls that last from 11pm to 6am. phone calls that last from 1am to 3am. phone calls that last from 10pm to 2am. phone calls that last from 4:23 to 4:48, just because.

nothing is: x-men, the next generation. shoulders touching. embarrassing moments. forgetting about those embarrassing moments two seconds later.

nothing is: text messages that say goodnight every day. walking me to class. poking me repeatedly. playing with my hands. every innocent little touch. advice. already knowing what you're going to say.

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some things you said to me:

"you're so smart."

"honestly, you're pretty."

"i find you so... interesting sometimes."

"is it weird that i think it's cute when you cuss?"

"it's alright." (a hundred different times, at exactly the right moments.)

"we don't have a label."

"i swear, you've become a fucking obsession. like, don't take this weird... talking to you is like, a weird pleasure. it instantly ups my mood, no matter how shitty my day was."

"i wish i was there right now. with you. in your bed."

"i promise, i don't say these kinds of things to anyone else."

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the fact that you lied about that last one makes me wonder if you were lying about all the other ones, too.

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i know that none of what i'm saying makes sense so far. i know it all just seems like random fragments— but that's what we were. everything we ever did, or said, or felt, every moment: they were all just pieces of something— something that didn't fit. no matter how many different ways you looked at it or how much you tried to shove them close together— it just never made a complete picture, or at least one that made sense. but god, the pieces separately were just so beautiful, i had to try.

i never really thought that how hard i tried to puzzle the pieces together would scare you, and i definitely didn't expect for you to throw all the pieces at me so suddenly.

even more so: i didn't expect for it to hurt so much when you did. i didn't think the pieces would have such sharp edges that when you threw them at me, saying you didn't want to keep trying to put them together anymore, they would give me a hundred tiny cuts all over.

and that's what it feels like, when something ends with someone you technically never dated. nothing too big— just tiny, tiny cuts.

but— it was four months. that's more than anything that's ever happened to me. this is the first thing that's ever happened to me and it's not fair.

i have a hundred tiny cuts from our pieces. and the next week you started making a picture with her, with pieces i didn't fucking know existed. looking at the picture hurts because it makes more sense.

(your picture with her, it is more realistic. in art, everyone understands realism.)

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how do you know when abstract art is good? how do you know it's not just a careless mess of colors and lines?

the answer is: you don't, because abstract art is highly subjective. the only way it is good to you, is if it means something to you. not everyone is going to think the same piece of art is beautiful. not everyone is going to understand it. not everyone is going to think it's good.

our pieces were made of muted colors, probably because i was afraid. they didn't fit together so well. it was a mess of jagged lines and glittery patches.

but i thought it was beautiful. i understood it. i thought it was good.

but not everyone. not you.

now you are standing in front of a different painting.

we have different taste in art.

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- saraeli vela (@kostovas)

[myhauntedsalem]

911 Operators Describe the Most Disturbing Calls they’ve Ever Taken

1. “Daddy’s Eye Fell Out”

“Had a call for a brother who killed his other brother with a hammer (the pick part) while the victim’s little daughter was watching. The daughter called us from another room and told us her daddy’s eye fell out.

Perp was apprehended, daughter taken by relative. Had to smoke after that one, and I don’t even smoke.”

– rainbowbrite0091

2. “I Need your Help”

“There was an old couple who lived on a run-down ranch house about 20 miles east of town. When the husband passed away, the woman would call 911 at least three times a week, asking for assistance with very mundane tasks not normally dealt to first responders. “I need help turning the thermostat up”, “I need help boiling water for my tea”, etc.

The woman developed dementia, and eventually, it progressed to the point where she believed she was calling 911 to ask her deceased husband for help. All of the dispatchers would recognize the address immediately, even though all she could say was “(husband’s name), I need help. Please come home and help me”

One day she called, and again was only able to repeat her husband’s (I’ll call him “John”) name. “John, I need help. Please come home and help me John.” By the time the first responders arrived on scene, they found the woman lying dead in her bed. The first unit on scene called dispatch to confirm that it was the woman herself who had called 911, as rigor Morris had already set in. We wrote it off as the fact that the heater in her house wasn’t working, and the ambient temperature in the room was about 50 degrees.

We continued to receive 911 calls from that woman, at that address for just over a year after she passed away. Even after her home was vandalized, and burned to the ground, the phone calls did not stop. “John, I need your help. John, please come home and help me.” We were obligated to send a response each and every time, but not once did we find anyone on or near the property.

Multiple calls to the phone company confirmed that the phone line had been disconnected, and the call was not coming from another address.”

– Nevadadrifter

3. Glass Breaking

“1979 NYC. Got a call from a crying child – a little boy – saying his mom and dad were fighting and his dad said he was going to throw the mom out of the window. I could hear a terrible fight going on in the background – woman screaming, things breaking, man yelling, etc. The poor kid didn’t know his address. We didn’t have the technology for call ID and would have to use reverse telephone books. A trace would take forever. Anyway while I’m trying to get the address I hear a horrific scream and glass breaking. A few seconds later the other operators in the room are getting calls about a woman lying in the courtyard who came out of a window. Very sad.

Worst of all is that I am sure someone else in this apartment building must have heard this fight but no one called for help until it was too late. Poor kid. Working 911 in NYC during the 70s/80s was a nightmare.”

– Mizcreant908

4. Alone in the House

“The single worst call I’ve ever taken though was a woman who was calling in that she was hearing weird noises in her house. While walking through her house she started screaming and told me there was someone in her house. There we a couple soft pops followed by a gargling sound. After the officers had cleared the house and found her, it finally came out during the investigation that her adult son had killed her while high and freaking out.

Gunshots don’t sound like you’d think on the phone, they’re rather soft. It’s an eerie sound, something so violent being so soft that if you aren’t paying attention you can miss it.”

– 4x49ers

5. Static on the Line

“My uncle works for dispatch in my town and he recently told my family of the weirdest call he’s ever gotten. He says that he had received a call from a landline one night and when he answered it there was only static on the other end. This happened two more times. Finally, he calls a squad to go check out the address from the caller ID. When the cops got there and walked into the house they immediately saw that there was a dead body. The person had been dead for 5 months.

The craziest part about it was that there was no electricity or any other utility working. So there is no way they should have been able to get those calls into dispatch. But if they hadn’t, who knows how long that person’s body would have stayed there.”

– Zombie_Dance_

6. A Long Raspy Exhale

“Christmas Eve night I answered 911 for a hysterical lady who was crying so hard she couldn’t breathe. I asked her what was going on and she told me these exact words “my boyfriend and I… we were watching a movie… I fell asleep. I woke up and he wasn’t here.”

I thought this was a little odd so I said, “okay ma’am, do you know where he may have went?” she wasn’t done. She said, “I found him.. in our closet, he hung himself.. with our bed sheets.” I walked her through cutting him down and starting CPR. when in the middle of it, he starts making this long raspy exhale that sounds exactly like something from a horror movie, it’s the rest of his air leaving his lungs. She starts getting hysterical again begging him, “oh my god, he’s breathing, please breathe baby, please breathe..” But I knew that’s not what he was doing.

Police/fire/ambulance got there and of course, the guy was way dead. I felt so bad for that woman. That’s really the only call that has ever stuck with me.”

– JeCsGirl

7. Halloween Night

“My mom was a 911 dispatcher in the early 90’s (I was 5 years old-ish) in Washington State. When I got older, I remember asking her about some of the calls that she could still recall. One in particular was pretty bad. She was working one year on Halloween night and around 10 or 11pm she had a call come in that a couple guys were driving around town with a dummy or something dragging behind their truck. The dummy was falling apart and pieces of clothing/plastic were being torn off and scattered around the city.

Being Halloween, it seemed like a prank but she had a patrol car try to find and stop the truck. As time goes by more and more people started to call in about it. Eventually the patrol car caught up with the truck and it turns out that it was a person.

The guys had gone to a store earlier and when they left, they had backed their truck into an elderly man whose clothes got caught in the rear bumper or whatnot. The two guys never even knew that they were dragging around another human being all across town, for miles.

The elderly man had passed away and those pieces of clothing scattered around town, was his clothing, flesh, and body parts. Still gives me chills.”

– Turkeyshoes

8. The Man in the Attic

“I worked dispatch for a total of three months, and in that three months I only received one call I would call creepy. It was the voice of a little boy, and I was trying to be calm because it felt like he was having a hard time breathing. I asked him if he was in danger and he said no, not anymore. I asked him why he had called and he said “well, the man in the attic finally killed my mom. I asked him if he could still see his mom and he said “no, the man took her to the moon” I asked him if he was alone in the house, to which he replied “no, I still have the mans dog here” I asked him what the doggies name was in the hopes I could keep the boy calm, the boy replied “his name is shaitan” I asked him to say it again thinking he said “satan” but he clearly replied “its shaitan”. By the end of the call, the police showed up and I still don’t know what ever happened with the boy and his mother.

But years later I was researching the Djinn/jinn and according to ancient texts, evil spirits like djinn are able to manifest themselves as a dog or other animals and guess what the djin were known as? Shaitan.

I still have a hard time sleeping at night when I think about this call.”

– Mr–Night

9. Possessed

“I was a 911 call taker 10 years ago when I received one of the creepiest calls ever. It was freezing that night, which usually equaled a calm, quiet shift due to even the criminals not wanting to go outside. Around 3am my call box popped up green and as usual I asked what was the emergency. A man starting frantically screaming that his still was possessed by a demon and tried to cut his heart while he slept. He had ran when the attack started and locked himself in his bathroom. I ask him a series of questions trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

I ask him a series of questions trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Everytime he tried to answer I heard what sounded like scratching and banging on the bathroom door. He whispered “There is a demon in my sister’s body, it has been battling me for days. It got free from the chains…” I swear what I heard next chilled me to the core. This unearthly voice began taunting my caller through the door. It didn’t sound like a 20-something woman. It was low and guttural, like she had gargled razor blades before speaking. She continued to growl and speak in a strange sounding language until police arrived. She let out a terrifying scream when the officers broke in, then dead end.

The call was over, I was shaking and had to know what happened? Even my supervisor (who had been listening to the call in real time) was pale and speechless when the line abruptly ended. Before my shift ended the commanding officer on my creepy call called in to tell me what they found. He told me he would have nightmares for the rest of his life.

Apparently, when my caller said his sister got out of her chains, he wasn’t joking around. She still had a chain tied to a bloody handcuff when the officers came in. Her whole body was covered in self-inflicted scratches, her one eye had popped a blood vessel and was bright red. Most of what she was wearing was also shredded and her skin looked like she had been drained of her blood. She was taken in for a psych consult and as you probably guessed, stayed there for a long time. The brother was okay except for deep gouges in his chest. His sister literally tried to dig out his heart.

There was some talk about arresting the brother but nothing ever came of it. I still can vividly remember that voice, it still makes my blood run cold.”

– QueenoftheNorth82

[myhauntedsalem]

911 Operators Describe the Most Disturbing Calls they’ve Ever Taken

1. “Daddy’s Eye Fell Out”

“Had a call for a brother who killed his other brother with a hammer (the pick part) while the victim’s little daughter was watching. The daughter called us from another room and told us her daddy’s eye fell out.

Perp was apprehended, daughter taken by relative. Had to smoke after that one, and I don’t even smoke.”

– rainbowbrite0091

2. “I Need your Help”

“There was an old couple who lived on a run-down ranch house about 20 miles east of town. When the husband passed away, the woman would call 911 at least three times a week, asking for assistance with very mundane tasks not normally dealt to first responders. “I need help turning the thermostat up”, “I need help boiling water for my tea”, etc.

The woman developed dementia, and eventually, it progressed to the point where she believed she was calling 911 to ask her deceased husband for help. All of the dispatchers would recognize the address immediately, even though all she could say was “(husband’s name), I need help. Please come home and help me”

One day she called, and again was only able to repeat her husband’s (I’ll call him “John”) name. “John, I need help. Please come home and help me John.” By the time the first responders arrived on scene, they found the woman lying dead in her bed. The first unit on scene called dispatch to confirm that it was the woman herself who had called 911, as rigor Morris had already set in. We wrote it off as the fact that the heater in her house wasn’t working, and the ambient temperature in the room was about 50 degrees.

We continued to receive 911 calls from that woman, at that address for just over a year after she passed away. Even after her home was vandalized, and burned to the ground, the phone calls did not stop. “John, I need your help. John, please come home and help me.” We were obligated to send a response each and every time, but not once did we find anyone on or near the property.

Multiple calls to the phone company confirmed that the phone line had been disconnected, and the call was not coming from another address.”

– Nevadadrifter

3. Glass Breaking

“1979 NYC. Got a call from a crying child – a little boy – saying his mom and dad were fighting and his dad said he was going to throw the mom out of the window. I could hear a terrible fight going on in the background – woman screaming, things breaking, man yelling, etc. The poor kid didn’t know his address. We didn’t have the technology for call ID and would have to use reverse telephone books. A trace would take forever. Anyway while I’m trying to get the address I hear a horrific scream and glass breaking. A few seconds later the other operators in the room are getting calls about a woman lying in the courtyard who came out of a window. Very sad.

Worst of all is that I am sure someone else in this apartment building must have heard this fight but no one called for help until it was too late. Poor kid. Working 911 in NYC during the 70s/80s was a nightmare.”

– Mizcreant908

4. Alone in the House

“The single worst call I’ve ever taken though was a woman who was calling in that she was hearing weird noises in her house. While walking through her house she started screaming and told me there was someone in her house. There we a couple soft pops followed by a gargling sound. After the officers had cleared the house and found her, it finally came out during the investigation that her adult son had killed her while high and freaking out.

Gunshots don’t sound like you’d think on the phone, they’re rather soft. It’s an eerie sound, something so violent being so soft that if you aren’t paying attention you can miss it.”

– 4x49ers

5. Static on the Line

“My uncle works for dispatch in my town and he recently told my family of the weirdest call he’s ever gotten. He says that he had received a call from a landline one night and when he answered it there was only static on the other end. This happened two more times. Finally, he calls a squad to go check out the address from the caller ID. When the cops got there and walked into the house they immediately saw that there was a dead body. The person had been dead for 5 months.

The craziest part about it was that there was no electricity or any other utility working. So there is no way they should have been able to get those calls into dispatch. But if they hadn’t, who knows how long that person’s body would have stayed there.”

– Zombie_Dance_

6. A Long Raspy Exhale

“Christmas Eve night I answered 911 for a hysterical lady who was crying so hard she couldn’t breathe. I asked her what was going on and she told me these exact words “my boyfriend and I… we were watching a movie… I fell asleep. I woke up and he wasn’t here.”

I thought this was a little odd so I said, “okay ma’am, do you know where he may have went?” she wasn’t done. She said, “I found him.. in our closet, he hung himself.. with our bed sheets.” I walked her through cutting him down and starting CPR. when in the middle of it, he starts making this long raspy exhale that sounds exactly like something from a horror movie, it’s the rest of his air leaving his lungs. She starts getting hysterical again begging him, “oh my god, he’s breathing, please breathe baby, please breathe..” But I knew that’s not what he was doing.

Police/fire/ambulance got there and of course, the guy was way dead. I felt so bad for that woman. That’s really the only call that has ever stuck with me.”

– JeCsGirl

7. Halloween Night

“My mom was a 911 dispatcher in the early 90’s (I was 5 years old-ish) in Washington State. When I got older, I remember asking her about some of the calls that she could still recall. One in particular was pretty bad. She was working one year on Halloween night and around 10 or 11pm she had a call come in that a couple guys were driving around town with a dummy or something dragging behind their truck. The dummy was falling apart and pieces of clothing/plastic were being torn off and scattered around the city.

Being Halloween, it seemed like a prank but she had a patrol car try to find and stop the truck. As time goes by more and more people started to call in about it. Eventually the patrol car caught up with the truck and it turns out that it was a person.

The guys had gone to a store earlier and when they left, they had backed their truck into an elderly man whose clothes got caught in the rear bumper or whatnot. The two guys never even knew that they were dragging around another human being all across town, for miles.

The elderly man had passed away and those pieces of clothing scattered around town, was his clothing, flesh, and body parts. Still gives me chills.”

– Turkeyshoes

8. The Man in the Attic

“I worked dispatch for a total of three months, and in that three months I only received one call I would call creepy. It was the voice of a little boy, and I was trying to be calm because it felt like he was having a hard time breathing. I asked him if he was in danger and he said no, not anymore. I asked him why he had called and he said “well, the man in the attic finally killed my mom. I asked him if he could still see his mom and he said “no, the man took her to the moon” I asked him if he was alone in the house, to which he replied “no, I still have the mans dog here” I asked him what the doggies name was in the hopes I could keep the boy calm, the boy replied “his name is shaitan” I asked him to say it again thinking he said “satan” but he clearly replied “its shaitan”. By the end of the call, the police showed up and I still don’t know what ever happened with the boy and his mother.

But years later I was researching the Djinn/jinn and according to ancient texts, evil spirits like djinn are able to manifest themselves as a dog or other animals and guess what the djin were known as? Shaitan.

I still have a hard time sleeping at night when I think about this call.”

– Mr–Night

9. Possessed

“I was a 911 call taker 10 years ago when I received one of the creepiest calls ever. It was freezing that night, which usually equaled a calm, quiet shift due to even the criminals not wanting to go outside. Around 3am my call box popped up green and as usual I asked what was the emergency. A man starting frantically screaming that his still was possessed by a demon and tried to cut his heart while he slept. He had ran when the attack started and locked himself in his bathroom. I ask him a series of questions trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

I ask him a series of questions trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Everytime he tried to answer I heard what sounded like scratching and banging on the bathroom door. He whispered “There is a demon in my sister’s body, it has been battling me for days. It got free from the chains…” I swear what I heard next chilled me to the core. This unearthly voice began taunting my caller through the door. It didn’t sound like a 20-something woman. It was low and guttural, like she had gargled razor blades before speaking. She continued to growl and speak in a strange sounding language until police arrived. She let out a terrifying scream when the officers broke in, then dead end.

The call was over, I was shaking and had to know what happened? Even my supervisor (who had been listening to the call in real time) was pale and speechless when the line abruptly ended. Before my shift ended the commanding officer on my creepy call called in to tell me what they found. He told me he would have nightmares for the rest of his life.

Apparently, when my caller said his sister got out of her chains, he wasn’t joking around. She still had a chain tied to a bloody handcuff when the officers came in. Her whole body was covered in self-inflicted scratches, her one eye had popped a blood vessel and was bright red. Most of what she was wearing was also shredded and her skin looked like she had been drained of her blood. She was taken in for a psych consult and as you probably guessed, stayed there for a long time. The brother was okay except for deep gouges in his chest. His sister literally tried to dig out his heart.

There was some talk about arresting the brother but nothing ever came of it. I still can vividly remember that voice, it still makes my blood run cold.”

– QueenoftheNorth82

[myhauntedsalem]

911 Operators Describe the Most Disturbing Calls they’ve Ever Taken

1. “Daddy’s Eye Fell Out”

“Had a call for a brother who killed his other brother with a hammer (the pick part) while the victim’s little daughter was watching. The daughter called us from another room and told us her daddy’s eye fell out.

Perp was apprehended, daughter taken by relative. Had to smoke after that one, and I don’t even smoke.”

– rainbowbrite0091

2. “I Need your Help”

“There was an old couple who lived on a run-down ranch house about 20 miles east of town. When the husband passed away, the woman would call 911 at least three times a week, asking for assistance with very mundane tasks not normally dealt to first responders. “I need help turning the thermostat up”, “I need help boiling water for my tea”, etc.

The woman developed dementia, and eventually, it progressed to the point where she believed she was calling 911 to ask her deceased husband for help. All of the dispatchers would recognize the address immediately, even though all she could say was “(husband’s name), I need help. Please come home and help me”

One day she called, and again was only able to repeat her husband’s (I’ll call him “John”) name. “John, I need help. Please come home and help me John.” By the time the first responders arrived on scene, they found the woman lying dead in her bed. The first unit on scene called dispatch to confirm that it was the woman herself who had called 911, as rigor Morris had already set in. We wrote it off as the fact that the heater in her house wasn’t working, and the ambient temperature in the room was about 50 degrees.

We continued to receive 911 calls from that woman, at that address for just over a year after she passed away. Even after her home was vandalized, and burned to the ground, the phone calls did not stop. “John, I need your help. John, please come home and help me.” We were obligated to send a response each and every time, but not once did we find anyone on or near the property.

Multiple calls to the phone company confirmed that the phone line had been disconnected, and the call was not coming from another address.”

– Nevadadrifter

3. Glass Breaking

“1979 NYC. Got a call from a crying child – a little boy – saying his mom and dad were fighting and his dad said he was going to throw the mom out of the window. I could hear a terrible fight going on in the background – woman screaming, things breaking, man yelling, etc. The poor kid didn’t know his address. We didn’t have the technology for call ID and would have to use reverse telephone books. A trace would take forever. Anyway while I’m trying to get the address I hear a horrific scream and glass breaking. A few seconds later the other operators in the room are getting calls about a woman lying in the courtyard who came out of a window. Very sad.

Worst of all is that I am sure someone else in this apartment building must have heard this fight but no one called for help until it was too late. Poor kid. Working 911 in NYC during the 70s/80s was a nightmare.”

– Mizcreant908

4. Alone in the House

“The single worst call I’ve ever taken though was a woman who was calling in that she was hearing weird noises in her house. While walking through her house she started screaming and told me there was someone in her house. There we a couple soft pops followed by a gargling sound. After the officers had cleared the house and found her, it finally came out during the investigation that her adult son had killed her while high and freaking out.

Gunshots don’t sound like you’d think on the phone, they’re rather soft. It’s an eerie sound, something so violent being so soft that if you aren’t paying attention you can miss it.”

– 4x49ers

5. Static on the Line

“My uncle works for dispatch in my town and he recently told my family of the weirdest call he’s ever gotten. He says that he had received a call from a landline one night and when he answered it there was only static on the other end. This happened two more times. Finally, he calls a squad to go check out the address from the caller ID. When the cops got there and walked into the house they immediately saw that there was a dead body. The person had been dead for 5 months.

The craziest part about it was that there was no electricity or any other utility working. So there is no way they should have been able to get those calls into dispatch. But if they hadn’t, who knows how long that person’s body would have stayed there.”

– Zombie_Dance_

6. A Long Raspy Exhale

“Christmas Eve night I answered 911 for a hysterical lady who was crying so hard she couldn’t breathe. I asked her what was going on and she told me these exact words “my boyfriend and I… we were watching a movie… I fell asleep. I woke up and he wasn’t here.”

I thought this was a little odd so I said, “okay ma’am, do you know where he may have went?” she wasn’t done. She said, “I found him.. in our closet, he hung himself.. with our bed sheets.” I walked her through cutting him down and starting CPR. when in the middle of it, he starts making this long raspy exhale that sounds exactly like something from a horror movie, it’s the rest of his air leaving his lungs. She starts getting hysterical again begging him, “oh my god, he’s breathing, please breathe baby, please breathe..” But I knew that’s not what he was doing.

Police/fire/ambulance got there and of course, the guy was way dead. I felt so bad for that woman. That’s really the only call that has ever stuck with me.”

– JeCsGirl

7. Halloween Night

“My mom was a 911 dispatcher in the early 90’s (I was 5 years old-ish) in Washington State. When I got older, I remember asking her about some of the calls that she could still recall. One in particular was pretty bad. She was working one year on Halloween night and around 10 or 11pm she had a call come in that a couple guys were driving around town with a dummy or something dragging behind their truck. The dummy was falling apart and pieces of clothing/plastic were being torn off and scattered around the city.

Being Halloween, it seemed like a prank but she had a patrol car try to find and stop the truck. As time goes by more and more people started to call in about it. Eventually the patrol car caught up with the truck and it turns out that it was a person.

The guys had gone to a store earlier and when they left, they had backed their truck into an elderly man whose clothes got caught in the rear bumper or whatnot. The two guys never even knew that they were dragging around another human being all across town, for miles.

The elderly man had passed away and those pieces of clothing scattered around town, was his clothing, flesh, and body parts. Still gives me chills.”

– Turkeyshoes

8. The Man in the Attic

“I worked dispatch for a total of three months, and in that three months I only received one call I would call creepy. It was the voice of a little boy, and I was trying to be calm because it felt like he was having a hard time breathing. I asked him if he was in danger and he said no, not anymore. I asked him why he had called and he said “well, the man in the attic finally killed my mom. I asked him if he could still see his mom and he said “no, the man took her to the moon” I asked him if he was alone in the house, to which he replied “no, I still have the mans dog here” I asked him what the doggies name was in the hopes I could keep the boy calm, the boy replied “his name is shaitan” I asked him to say it again thinking he said “satan” but he clearly replied “its shaitan”. By the end of the call, the police showed up and I still don’t know what ever happened with the boy and his mother.

But years later I was researching the Djinn/jinn and according to ancient texts, evil spirits like djinn are able to manifest themselves as a dog or other animals and guess what the djin were known as? Shaitan.

I still have a hard time sleeping at night when I think about this call.”

– Mr–Night

9. Possessed

“I was a 911 call taker 10 years ago when I received one of the creepiest calls ever. It was freezing that night, which usually equaled a calm, quiet shift due to even the criminals not wanting to go outside. Around 3am my call box popped up green and as usual I asked what was the emergency. A man starting frantically screaming that his still was possessed by a demon and tried to cut his heart while he slept. He had ran when the attack started and locked himself in his bathroom. I ask him a series of questions trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

I ask him a series of questions trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Everytime he tried to answer I heard what sounded like scratching and banging on the bathroom door. He whispered “There is a demon in my sister’s body, it has been battling me for days. It got free from the chains…” I swear what I heard next chilled me to the core. This unearthly voice began taunting my caller through the door. It didn’t sound like a 20-something woman. It was low and guttural, like she had gargled razor blades before speaking. She continued to growl and speak in a strange sounding language until police arrived. She let out a terrifying scream when the officers broke in, then dead end.

The call was over, I was shaking and had to know what happened? Even my supervisor (who had been listening to the call in real time) was pale and speechless when the line abruptly ended. Before my shift ended the commanding officer on my creepy call called in to tell me what they found. He told me he would have nightmares for the rest of his life.

Apparently, when my caller said his sister got out of her chains, he wasn’t joking around. She still had a chain tied to a bloody handcuff when the officers came in. Her whole body was covered in self-inflicted scratches, her one eye had popped a blood vessel and was bright red. Most of what she was wearing was also shredded and her skin looked like she had been drained of her blood. She was taken in for a psych consult and as you probably guessed, stayed there for a long time. The brother was okay except for deep gouges in his chest. His sister literally tried to dig out his heart.

There was some talk about arresting the brother but nothing ever came of it. I still can vividly remember that voice, it still makes my blood run cold.”

– QueenoftheNorth82