#i felt like a prey animal

[tarabyte3]

Yesterday, I put up all of my outdoor Halloween decorations, which includes a skeleton boy on a swing that swings, talks, and sings a horrible little song (I named him Frederick). I also have everything connected to a smart plug so that all of the animatronics and lights will automatically turn on and off at specific times, otherwise my ADHD swiss cheese brain will leave them on all night (or forget to turn them on in the first place 😅).

FAST FORWARD to 6:34 pm.

I'm sitting in my living room with the windows open because it's still far too warm out for October in the Midwest. Dusk is upon us. The house is quiet, and most of the lights are still off. It's almost peaceful. Then all of a sudden, I just hear creepy ass singing in a child's voice coming from somewhere nearby. My soul LEFT my body. I sat frozen in terror for a good 30 seconds, convinced I was moments away from being horrifically murdered by a malevolent child ghost, before the rational part of my brain kicked in and I realized it was just Frederick on his swing.

I PLAYED MYSELF.

Here's a YouTube video of what he sounds like if you want to hear exactly how haunted I thought I was:

[abluehappyface]

It's been a while since I've been growled at...

[orcelito]

6.5hr in the car was rough. But I'm all bundled in my beddie bye and I have the box fan going (so glad I thought to bring it) and the view outside the cabin is beautiful and I'm going ziplining tomorrow morning

It is time to sleep bundled like a rat in its bedding and then have a wonderful day tomorrow

[nymphilily]

Live footage of Ace and Grim trying to convince Lottie to go to Playful Land with them (she's way too cautious to trust Fellow)

[aropride]

incredibly strange duality in my life currently where my anxiety is probably at one of the worst points its ever been but also. i just do things anyway? and i know tjhats kind of what happens when you "have a support system" and jess from therapy was literally right. but experiencing it is wild

[the-grove]

Remember being in middle school and being too scared to change in front of boys.. because well I didnt want boys to see me. Both because it just felt wrong on this certain level I couldnt explain(cuz I was a girl) but also because of the breast tissue I had developed which was only made even more prominent because we were fairly skinny everywhere else so I was scared of being seen with my rail thin, "you can see their ribs" body except for the tits I was growing, even though I "wasnt suppoused to" have those.

[moe-broey]

I am a normal man who is obsessed with Alfonse Fire Emblem. Come closer -- wait nevermind don't worry about it 🧍👍

[patron-saint-of-emesis]

whats it called when you’re perfectly over something but if u think abt it too much u wanna throw up. awful.

[sysig]

Come back as a flower, spring Baby

Tala took it pretty hard. Makes sense

Hopefully, anyway. Live food that has the opportunity to hide can be hard to keep track of, so it’s possible they were stressed too... But at least that would be something familiar, not a big scary shadow to run away from

Even selfish, childish thoughts deserve a place to be recognized. There’s no utility in piling shame on top of grief

It felt really strange to logically know that they were gone but still believing so hard that I could somehow undo it, that they’d start moving again if I just did the right thing. Death really does strange things to the brain

[purposefully-lost]

Prey Animal: Alexander Prescott's daring memoir changes all understanding of the Jack Rabbit murders.

In the 1970's, the nation was rocked by the story of a 15-year-old boy slaughtering his family before disappearing, seemingly never to be found. Over a decade later, Jonathan Stone would resurface only to be dubbed the Jack Rabbit, a real-life bogeyman to loom over the trails and campgrounds of a small town in the Eastern United States. After a lengthy trial, a stint in prison, an escape, and time spent on the run, his story came to a close at the hands of his one living victim-- Alexander Prescott.

At least, we thought it did. Today marks the highly-anticipated release of Alexander's memoir, Prey Animal. Detailing a shaky childhood, a rough set of teen years, and life as a transsexual in 80's America, this memoir also comes with a shocking series of revelations concerning the time Alex spent wrapped up in one of the nation's most notorious murder cases.

The opening line reveals the first twist of many in a story we thought we knew:

"The day he died was the day Jack told me he loved me."

Between these pages, readers will find a tale they surely don't expect. Where the mass media has spent years picking apart the gruesome details of the deaths of victims like Casey Lancaster and Darren Lowe- two hikers once found displayed as a warning on a secluded trail- Alex wastes no time in cutting right down to the bone. Through a strangely charming and nostalgic prose, he writes a story not about Jack Rabbit, or even Jonathan Stone: this is the story of Jack Stone, a man with bloody hands and, according to Alex, a "deeply endearing smile." The heart of this story isn't just found in a mailbox in the lobby of an apartment complex- it's found between two men in a secluded cabin on a snowy winter night.

Unmasking the Jack Rabbit is, it now seems, a task only Alexander ever managed to succeed in. Interspersed between the chapters of his own life, Alex writes of the stories Jack told him of childhood and young adulthood, all the way up until the two stories meet on a fateful day on the Shady Grove trails. Though perhaps "coincidental" is a better word for it. "Fate," Alex writes in an early chapter, "Isn't something I believe in. But I knew, the second I made my choice, where it all was going to end."

Prey Animal may not hold up to the reader's personal morals. In fact, it may take them between it's teeth and rip them to bloody shreds. It will apall you, and it will force you to question what defines the "psycho" label we tend to give to the likes of Jack Rabbit and his infamous peers. It will, to your own surprise, break your heart. A romance to make even the Manson girls jealous, Alex holds nothing back when it comes to revealing the love he felt for a monster.

It should be noted that this is also the first time Alex has spoken out publicly about the case. After Jack Rabbit's first arrest, he kept himself well-hidden from the media frenzy, and did so again after he himself fired the shot that killed Jack after his escape. When asked for comment on the book's release, he didn't respond, but that may be because the book holds everything he has been keeping to himself in past years.

Prey Animal is a daring, disturbing exploration of a life led by desire. It is a peek into the calm, quiet days that bookended Jack Rabbit's horrific crimes, and it is a love letter from a man we believed a victim to someone who was, in truth, his lover. And ultimately, it asks the same question of its reader that Alexander Prescott once had to pose to himself: will you face the truth, or will you go back outside and let yourself be blinded by the storm?

[sick-as-a-dog]

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[racke7]

I think I might’ve seen a golden eagle today.

Big-ass fucking bird, swooping halfway across the road to attempt to hover right ahead of my car, low enough that if not for being inside of a car I would’ve been covering my head.

[tollingbells77]

I feel like the nature aspect of some of the stuff he does tricks them, but like... In The Woods Somewhere is about a cryptid attack that's probably a metaphor for murder or abusers or violence against minorities.

Honestly I'm reminded of the softening of fae creatures in media- fairies and the like use to be representations of things that'll trick and hurt you in the wild. They are of nature but they're feral, they're not the soft things people associate with cottage core- at least not originally.

Hozier isn't "cottagecore", there's just a bunch of cottagecore twerps with a weird fetish for Irish people and the media literacy of a sponge who think he's some sort of emo leprechaun and have never understood a single thing he's ever written.

[onevoiceamongmany]

I had a lovely *trip* in a wooded area a few days ago (if you know what I mean~)

[in-a-ditch-somewhere]

Straight questions are so uncomfortable. I felt so targeted. Analyzed. Are you able to answer this question? And why not? Let me pry your ribcage open, and rummage around - maybe there is something interesting.

Let me offer my heart for you to look at for free in return - it’s not bleeding like yours. It’s healed over, you see, it’s safe inside my ribcage.

Not like yours, trapped, choked and injured.

Silenced.

[aidenwaites]

You have no idea how long it took to find a good picture to use for that book cover fhsSJSJA