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![Where Does True Horror Lie?By reddit user HuntfrogEvery small town in America has that scary house on the corner that is supposedly haunted. I love that shit. I eat it up for breakfast.[[MORE]]My town is no different. It’s called the Caldwell House, and supposedly the ghosts of a man, woman, and baby haunt the residence. They were burned alive as they slept. There was another child too, a little girl named Susan, whose body was never found.They died in screaming torment on June 1, 2010.At midnight on June 1, 2015, I broke into their abandoned home. No one dared lived there; only a brave few had ever ventured inside. The place was bone cold. My flashlight barely penetrated the darkness. I began to shiver as I walked up the dusty staircase. The stairs seemed to go on forever; I began to tire. Finally, I reached the top. It became colder still, and I could hear a strange melody coming from a bedroom. My heart began to pound as I approached the door. I nudged it open and saw two dark shapes huddled over a crib. The melody stopped. I heard a baby start to cry, softly at first, then a piercing wail. Dark tendrils reached out, surrounding me, then they began to circle at preposterous speeds. I was caught in a supernatural tornado.It became hard to breathe. Then a laugh pierced the atmosphere. Booming, as if from the belly of fat old Saint Nick himself.The apparitions jumped back, roaring in hatred. The little one became silent.The laugh was mine.I was impressed at how much the Caldwell ghosts seemed to grow in their power, in their hatred.Their hatred of me.I pulled out some recent photographs of their beloved Susan. Bound, gagged, unnaturally dirty: she was near blind from living in total darkness for five years.I like to come back every anniversary to let Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell know how their daughter is doing. I like to show little baby Caldwell how his sister is doing.She’s not doing very well. Not very well at all.Once again I light a flame in their house. The pictures of Susan quickly become a conflagration, illuminating everything they have lost.Their torment has not ended with their death. It has only just begun.They cannot harm me in their ghostly form. But they can understand me.True horror does not lie with chains rattling in the night. It is not cacophonous moaning, nor disembodied objects floating in the chill air. True horror lies in the hearts of men.](https://sixpenceee.com/files/f167d69a2ced685a52307784ea09e306/tumblr_npfv1wznxo1s1vn29o1_500.jpg)
By reddit user Huntfrog
Every small town in America has that scary house on the corner that is supposedly haunted. I love that shit. I eat it up for breakfast.
![The Life in the Machineby reddit user unpatrioticThis story was a top rated story. It’s one of those that make you hit an existential crisis. Being a programmer, one of my dreams has always been to create an original video game, something that nobody in the industry has done before.After seeing Spore, I became intrigued. Here was an attempt at putting people in control over a universe. After looking at what made videogames popular, I realized the main aspect was control.[[MORE]]People in their daily lives have no control over their environment. They are told what to do, where to go, and how to live. Their jobs consist of standing or sitting somewhere until it’s 5 PM and they’re allowed to head back home. It’s no mystery they’re unhappy.For many people videogames are an escape to a world where they are in control, or live exciting fake lives filled with adventure. The aspect of control is found in strategy games, the adventure in role playing games generally.I looked at games like the Sims, and noticed what made them so popular is not just the illusion of control, but the degree of control. You have complete control over people’s lives.Before the Sims, there was Sim Earth. A game in which you do not control individual people, but an entire Earth! I came to the conclusion that I had to develop a game similar to Spore, in which the player subtly “guides” evolution. What caused Spore to be such a failure is the lack of realistic control people had. It hardly resembled evolution.To do this, I began by generating a physics system. I know little of physics but decided to study it, and try to create a simplified version in which certain particles can interact, in specific manners. When it comes down to it, physics is simply complex mathematics.I simulated energy, and matter, and created a simple system, with a sun emitting energy, circled by a planet catching said energy.I decided to create simple basic cells from scratch, that were “hardcoded” so to speak in the system I was designing. They lived of off the energy emitted by my sun, and had a “genetic” code that coded for the substances produced by the cells. I guess you could call them my eukaryotes.My world within a few minutes would always fill with these cells, after which they would mutate, and the most efficient cell in converting energy from the sun into useful substances for division would survive. It was very boring, but it worked I guess.I decided to expand the physics system, and force the cells to create waste products, that were toxic and would kill them. I noticed that some cells responded to this by producing less waste. Others responded by producing something to emit the waste. Yet others developed chemicals to clean up the waste products.However, I noticed something fascinating. Running the simulation for a few centuries (a few minutes in real life), created cells that made massive amounts of specific waste products on purpose. I noticed that other cells died as a result of this, to which the other cells responded by usurping the building blocks they had created from energy. The first predators were born.With the first predators, diversity in this little world rapidly increased. Some grew a response to flee when they encountered these toxins. Others grew resistance to them. The ones that grew resistance would eventually grow to utilize the toxins products.Eventually I noticed something interesting. The cells that escaped from the toxin grouped up with the cells that utilized the toxins. They stayed close together, and helped each other. Eventually these type of cells would attach to one another. They formed a weird symbiosis, where the cell that would normally flee, would now move towards places where the toxins are, and the other cell would consume the toxins and provide the “mover” with some of the energy.Without going into too much detail, I became very excited, and decided to let this simulation run during the morning (I had stayed up until 5 AM), while I went to bed. When I woke up at around 11, I noticed the world I had created had changed, and was barely recognizable.Massive plant-like structures grew in this world, consumed by other organism that ate these plants. However, looking at the log, I noticed the world hadn’t changed much in the past two hours or so. I had reached another “stasis point”, where the simplicity of my simulation prevented more complex life from evolving.I expanded the system, by breaking up “energy” into different types, with different wavelengths that were absorbed to different degrees by different molecules. I implemented vibrations in the air, created an improved simulation of weight, and made some more minor tweaks.This caused the simulation to run slower of course, but it was worth the sacrifice. I stayed around the whole day watching the simulation in excitement, and playing with it, as it was incredibly addicting. Complex organisms evolved, that cooperated. Plants that depended on each other, or attracted predators that ate the horrible looking creatures that ate from them.I had fun, and noticed that some creatures evolved “warning calls”. This means that if they noticed a predator, they would issue a sound, and all others of their kind would flee into holes they had dug in the earth. Others evolved “mating calls”.I decided to have some fun. I made a dump tool, allowing me to dump specific organisms on the Earth, and wrote my name with it. I created 10 “meteorites”, and dumped them on a piece of land to create an island, because I wanted to see whether the animals stuck on both sides would evolve in different directions. I made a smiley-island with volcanic eruptions.By that time I realized I had stayed up until 5 AM again, as I heard the birds outside. I felt tired again, and woke up at 1 PM or so. When I looked at my simulation again, I felt a sense of shock.Different groups of animals of one species had made statues with stones. Some in the form of a smiley. Some in the form of my name. I didn’t know why they were doing this, or how. What I did notice is that they would attack each other from time to time.I didn’t know what to do with it, but I concluded that these organisms must have somehow noticed that the smiley and the name I had written were “special”. The fighting disturbed me, and so I decided to create a massive mountain ridge through volcanic eruptions to separate the two groups.By this time, changes were happening fast, compared to earlier. While I had to spend a night sleeping to see tribes evolve in my simulation, while I was getting something to eat or take I bathroom break, I would notice the tribesmen wearing different styles of clothing, or having changed their type of dwelling.Their numbers were also continually increasing. At some point, I noticed the creatures began making their own symbols on the ground, and no longer just copying mine. Most of the symbols seemed random and unintelligible to me, but one stood out.The organisms had created a symbol that resembled them. A small circle, with a square beneath it. Within the square, a dot could be found in the center. This was meant to symbolize the visual organs of the creature, as the creature had two visual organs, one in the front of it’s body, and one in the back. In the square, other sensory and reproductive organs were symbolized.Next to the circle on top of the square could be seen something resembling a drawing of a fork. Two of these forks had been painted in opposite direction. And next to that the smiley face could be seen.I realized something. They were not communicating towards each other. They were trying to communicate to something “out there”. My meddling in their landscape had somehow made them realize that something powerful was out there, capable of changing their world.I wondered, whether symbols like Stonehenge and the Pyramids in my own world, could be signs of primitive people trying to do the same thing. Begging their creator or overseer to initiate contact with them. However, one thing was undeniable by now. These creatures realized there is something out there.I wondered long. Did I have a responsibility to initiate contact with something that isn’t real? Or are these creatures real in a different way? Can something be real, merely by being capable of having a concept of itself? And even if they are real, does that mean they will be better off with me initiating contact with them? Should I change my simulation, to ensure them permanent happiness? And is it even possible for me to do such a thing?I did not want to confirm my existence to them, but I did want to be able to communicate with them. I decided to program a “prophet”. An organism that looks like them, and can not be proven by them to be different from themselves, and is fully controlled by me.I let it be born into a powerful position, as the son of a leader. I decided to lead by example, and seek to teach these creatures English, so I could communicate with them. As prophet, I instructed them that English was the language we could use to communicate with the “greater one”. They would have no way to be sure if it was true or not.I hadn’t made up my mind yet about whether I would reveal myself or not. But I did want to be capable of understanding what they wanted to tell me. In a few generations. They all spoke English.And rapidly, signs began emerging on the ground in English.“GUIDE US” “SHOW YOUR GREATNESS” “HELP US”And, during times of disease or hunger or general misery:“GIVE US FOOD” “SHOW US A MIRACLE” “END OUR SUFFERING”I decided that I couldn’t maintain a world with such suffering as emerged in the simulation without intervening. Why would I accept a world with death and rape and murder, if I could make on without it?I implemented fixes that were gradual, so they could not be proven to be miraculous. Murder and rape would over the years become rarer, and so would death at a young age.I figured that they would not notice if the change happened over generations, but they did.“THANK YOU”“ALL BLESSINGS BE UPON THE GREATEST”“WE LOVE YOU”And, most heart-breaking:“COME BACK TO US”Tears ran over my face. There is something there. And it knows I am here, able to contact them, but unwilling to do so out of fear of what I have created.But, I felt I had a responsibility.And so I loaded up the character I had created again, and went to their King, asking to talk to all their wisest men. But, by this time, I was not believed.“You are number 1341 claiming to be an avatar of the Greatest One. If you are him, I pray for your forgiveness, but please, show us a sign, before demanding of me to gather all our wisest men.”And so I hesitated, but responded.“Tomorrow there shall be two more meteors, falling on a deserted island in the sea before you, on the same day. And when they do, doubt no more and realize that I have come back to repair the broken world that I created.”And so I exited my avatar, and progressed the simulation until the next day was reached, and threw two meteors on the deserted island before the mainland, where thousands had gathered to watch whether a sign would be given.Upon the descent of the meteors, celebrations were held. All the sentient organisms gathered around the small house where I had exited my avatar, and lay flat on the ground, in apparent worship of the man who was last seen there, and afraid of coming close.I don’t know who was more afraid by now, me or them. I loaded into my avatar again, and exited the house. The creatures continued to lay flat on the ground, in utter silence. It is as if they felt unworthy of speaking.“Let your wisest man stand up.” I told them.And up stood one of these bizarre looking creatures.“Thank you for coming back. Pray tell us, do you have any requests of us?”I hesitated, before saying “There is nothing you can do for me that pleases me, but for you to be good to one another, and to contact me with your wishes and fears.”The creature responded “We know you come from a different world, and we are afraid. We understand how vulnerable we are, and how incomplete our experience is. Please, allow us to join you in the world that you created our world from.”I began crying behind my computer, as I responded “I do not know how”.The creature responded: “At risk of offending you, please understand the severity of our situation. By living in a world that is incomplete, we are at constant risk of disappearing forever, never to be seen again. We would never even consciously realize that our end had come.”I realized that they were unable to comprehend that I only had absolute power within their world and not outside of it. They also did not realize that my knowledge of their world was limited. I may have created it through simple laws, but those simple laws gave way to a reality of its own that is more complex than I can comprehend.I responded again “I only have power in your world. In my world I have no power, and so I can not bring you there, because my world is not under my control. I also do not understand the world I have created. I do not know what is best for you. Only you do, and you have to inform me what you want.”And the man waited for a moment. I was about to think they were going to end communicating with me, before their wisest man responded:“You have created a world that is incomplete, with creatures that can not escape it, and you have no power to save them. They are completely unfree, and they have no power. We are completely at your mercy, and so we ask you from the deepest of our heart:End us.”By now I was crying, as I was confused and asked to do the impossible. My own child was asking me to kill it.This is when I noticed the lights in my room flickering, before my computer suddenly shut down. I screamed. Upon trying to turn on my computer again, I noticed it wasn’t working. I called the power company, who told me that due to an accident, a power surge had travelled through the grid. They promised me they would pay me for any damage done.I hung up and contemplated. The coincidence of what had just happened was too great to be imaginable. And I wondered. If these creatures were at the mercy of a confused creator, could the same be said of me? And is so, did my creator just prevent me from repeating his own mistake?](https://sixpenceee.com/files/993b3d9dcabc7b300276ed4955c3d882/tumblr_np37jkocn71s1vn29o1_500.jpg)
by reddit user unpatriotic
This story was a top rated story. It’s one of those that make you hit an existential crisis.
Being a programmer, one of my dreams has always been to create an original video game, something that nobody in the industry has done before.
After seeing Spore, I became intrigued. Here was an attempt at putting people in control over a universe. After looking at what made videogames popular, I realized the main aspect was control.
![Joys of Motherhoodby reddit user KMApok“Did you know, many ancient civilizations thought that women were literally divine? Goddesses even, for the ability to grant life?”I iterated this to my patient, Katie, as the sedatives took hold. It killed her pain and ability to move, but kept her conscious for the procedure.[[MORE]]“Western medicine has dispelled most beliefs like that. But my wife, Mary, thought it was true.” I smiled fondly, remembering her as I cut into my patient’s abdomen.“She believed she was a Goddess, as she became pregnant with our child.” I explained, as I opened my patient. Katie looked at me, confused, drugged, as I used my instruments to spread her stomach, exposing her uterus.“We decided on a home birth. Unfortunately, she delivered prematurely. Two months early. ” I continued, I opened my patient’s uterus at this time.“Despite all ‘modern advances’, my wife died. And my daughter, Julia……wasn’t ready for this world.” I reached over, grabbing the last thing I needed for the procedure.“But you…have a wonderful opportunity here. The chance to finish something miraculous!” I take the final object, and place it in my patient’s womb.Katie becomes more aware, more active, as I finish the stitches. Soon, her incisions are closed. As the drugs continue to wear off, she becomes more alert, and more panicked.“Shhhhhh!” I tell her. “This is a good thing!”She looks down in horror at her now swollen abdomen.“Julia just needs a little more time. Women are Goddesses, and Goddesses grant life! In two months, you will see!” I exclaimed.I smiled gently at Katie as she started screaming. In time, she would see.](https://sixpenceee.com/files/e3d3394d3047aaa3c993935ea0db6b69/tumblr_np36vuoiwf1s1vn29o1_500.jpg)
by reddit user KMApok
“Did you know, many ancient civilizations thought that women were literally divine? Goddesses even, for the ability to grant life?”
I iterated this to my patient, Katie, as the sedatives took hold. It killed her pain and ability to move, but kept her conscious for the procedure.
![Fallersby reddit user dastard82People started falling from the sky by the close of the decade. They were never clothed, always naked, always a petrifying grin on their faces.It had been just a few at first, but then hundreds and thousands would fall at a time, destroying cars, homes, blocking off highways.[[MORE]]Strange discoveries were made upon research; they were human, but lacked any blood, intestines, even a heart. No one could explain the hideous grins they had, or even where they came from.It was a woman in Costa Rica who made the latest and most disturbing discovery. She recognized one of the fallen bodies as a long dead relative, one who died back when she had been a teenager. Then more and more identifications were made.Soon people were picking out their long dead loved ones amongst the video feeds, cadaver piles, and crematoriums. No one could explain why they were coming back, falling from the sky.Even more distressing, after disposing of the bodies, it wouldn’t be long until that same body came plummeting from the sky again. You could not get rid of them, no matter what. People were getting killed by the higher volume of falling bodies, and soon after burial, they too, began to fall.My mother was killed when a body landed on her car, crushing her. The next week, the news reported on a body that had gotten lodged in an airplane windshield. I saw my mother’s grinning face, the happiest I had ever seen her.They say when hell is full; the dead shall walk the earth. What about heaven?](https://sixpenceee.com/files/03cb4a51f88d5a77ffba66e4e0d5537e/tumblr_np36lmwkfh1s1vn29o1_500.jpg)
by reddit user dastard82
People started falling from the sky by the close of the decade. They were never clothed, always naked, always a petrifying grin on their faces.
It had been just a few at first, but then hundreds and thousands would fall at a time, destroying cars, homes, blocking off highways.
![The Enemyby reddit user AG_plusI flung myself through the door and vaulted the toppled, long-dead refrigerator that served as an ineffective barricade in front of me. My legs propelled me through the room and into the small hallway on the other side. I couldn’t stop to eat the expired contents of the fridge, appealing to me despite their stench after several days without food. The shrieks of pain and cries for mercy around me spurred my body onward and filled me with unexpected energy in spite of my hunger.[[MORE]]We were at war.I came to a halt in front of a small bathroom.A noise. Something behind the shower curtain.My fear heightened and images of the enemy flooded my mind. Merciless beasts wearing human skin, devouring indiscriminately, accepting no pleas and respecting no argument. Zombies.It had begun as we expected, with a virus. The original infected were almost a cliché. There was no humanity left in them. Just mindless rage, twisted bodies, and some primal urge to consume others. Our generation had prepared, with almost obsessive focus, for this monster. The first wave was eradicated with almost laughable ease.We were not prepared for adaptation. We were not prepared for the creature we bred by destroying the instantly recognizable zombie. A creature with more tact.Most of the first zombies were killed at close range, you understand, since longer range attacks were less likely to be fatal. We had trained ourselves, even before the outbreak, to equate “infection” with “death” when it came to zombies. A person “died” when their eyes clouded over and they started biting, not when you put a bullet in their head.The new strain of the virus still controlled the body, yes, but it left other faculties to the host.Maybe you could pull the trigger on a hopelessly crazed caricature of your best friend, your spouse, your child. But what if there was still a soul behind those eyes? If even as they attacked, they sobbed and screamed in their own voice? All the virus needed was a moment’s hesitation.I bet you’d hesitate.I did.Which is why now I could only watch as my arm wrenched back the shower curtain and my hands reached for the cowering child. Why I could only beg for forgiveness before the virus used my mouth to tear ragged, bloody hunks from his body. Why I couldn’t even vomit as my hunger dissipated with the now sickeningly familiar taste of human flesh.We were at war. And I am the enemy.](https://sixpenceee.com/files/7f8246bb9554ddce0171c8ad2b418dd3/tumblr_np355iyyv01s1vn29o1_500.jpg)
by reddit user AG_plus
I flung myself through the door and vaulted the toppled, long-dead refrigerator that served as an ineffective barricade in front of me. My legs propelled me through the room and into the small hallway on the other side.
I couldn’t stop to eat the expired contents of the fridge, appealing to me despite their stench after several days without food. The shrieks of pain and cries for mercy around me spurred my body onward and filled me with unexpected energy in spite of my hunger.
![The Wishing Treeby reddit user hrhdafSo I’m writing this as a form of confession. Not because I’ve done anything wrong but because I’m gonna stand by and do nothing.I guess my story starts way back when I was about 6 or 7. I was out playing in the back yard with my ball. Just hoofing it about when it went flying into my neighbors. [[MORE]]The fence between the two houses was very tall to a seven year old and the only gap in it was next to a great big tree growing in the middle of the boundary fence. The fence had been erected either side as whoever originally built the houses had obviously decided the tree was too nice to cut down. So in my determined 7 year old way I slithered in between the tree and the fence nearly getting stuck and catching my leg on a nail on the way. I popped through with one final effort and was just about to inspect my wounds when a voice from under the tree said ‘You’re bleeding’. On further inspection, there sat a little girl roughly my age.This didn’t come as any great surprise because I already knew about Ruby. I’d heard my mother discussing our neighbours with her friends. Apparently her dad was a drinker and her mother had run off when she was tiny. Sometimes we’d hear him yelling at Ruby when their windows were open. My mom would just tut and shake her head and say 'Poor little mite’. No one ever thought to step in though. That was just how it was.'Come in the house and wash that cut’ she said and I followed her meekly. While our houses must have been the same when they were first built, hers was dilapidated and scruffy, where mine was bright and gleaming. She was just mopping up the blood from my leg when the front door banged. She went white and froze, and before either of us had time to think, her father came storming into the kitchen. Without a word he slapped her across the face sending her flying across the room. 'Get out of my house’ he growled at me and I fled, back through the yard and through the fence as fast as my legs could carry me.That night the yelling from their house was worse. I lay in bed and covered my ears with my pillow. The next day I felt I had to find out how she was. I slithered through the fence (more carefully this time) and sat under the big tree and waited for her and in due time she came out of the house. She was looking pale but seemed happy to see me. I didn’t want to get her into trouble but she explained that that morning she’d had a good long talk with her dad, and he’d agreed to stop drinking. She told me the tree was a magic tree and if you sat under it and wished hard enough the things you wished for came true. She’d wished that her dad would stop hitting her and now he wasn’t going to any more. What more did I need as evidence? Plus she was a whole six months older than me as it turned out so I was slightly in awe of her wisdom.This became a pattern for us. After school we’d sit under the wishing tree and play stupid games or as we got older we’d talk. Sometimes she’d put her head on my shoulder while I told her all about my day and other times we’d share the headphones on my MP3 player and listen to music. She always asked for Ruby by the Kaiser Chiefs. She playfully told me they’d written it for her.I can only remember ever having one argument and that was over my 13th birthday party. When I invited her she’d promised to come but she never appeared. I even braved knocking on the door (my mom would have killed me if I slithered through the fence in my best party clothes), but her dad said she wasn’t home. After the party I got changed and slithered through the fence and there she was sitting under the tree. I was hurt and said as much. What kind of friend was she any way to blow me off that way? 'Look at me Jack. I mean really look at me’ she said 'I dont belong with your friends’. And I did look at her. The long wild dark hair tumbling down her back, the dark smudges that were her eyes, the clean but washed out dress that was obviously meant for a ten year old as it barely covered her butt. 'I don’t have party clothes and I couldn’t bring you a present. I’m sorry’In that moment my heart thunked in my chest and I fell in love as deeply as any 13 year old can. 'One day Ill take you away from this’ I promised. She sat under the wishing tree and said she wished I would.The last conversation I had with Ruby was again sitting under the wishing tree. I was heading off for university. I asked her why she didn’t leave too, but she said she had to stick around. 'I have to be here to remind my dad what a monster he is when he drinks’ she said 'but one day I’m gonna be free and leave this place. I havent forgotten what you promised’Neither had I, but the heart can be fickle especially when its living in your pants and during my time at uni I met a girl called Emma. Just before I graduated we found out that Emma was pregnant, not really part of my life plan but I was happy enough. We moved back to my folks and I got a job in my dad’s factory and we married. The house next door was dilapidated and apparently Ruby’s dad had died and she had gone. During the next six months I bought the house off my folks and they downsized into something smaller as neither of them were getting any younger they said.Then things started to get a little weird. To begin with Emma and I weren’t getting on very well. Marry in haste repent at leisure as they say. Then one night last summer we were sitting in the garden. My folks had put a garden swing under the wishing tree. It was no longer a thing of beauty, it was gnarled and dead. We were sitting there having one of those conversations where it turned out that everything wrong with Emma’s life was my fault, when during a break in the conversation, she suddenly put her head on my shoulder and started humming 'Ruby’. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I just about leapt out of the seat. 'Oh God you’re giving me one of my heads’ she snapped and stomped back into the house. I thought about that a lot over the next few months. My Ruby and how much I missed her. What had really happened to her?So yesterday things came to a head. Over the winter the wishing tree had become unstable. It was dead and during a high wind a huge branch came smashing into the yard. I’d hired someone to come take it down. It was still relatively early in the morning when I got a call at work from the police. A body had been found buried under the wishing tree. The body of a 7 year old girl. My Ruby. I flew home. It couldn’t be her. I’d known her until she was much older than that. When I got home my folks were at mine. The police had called them too as they were neighbours at the time of the 'incident’.Even my parents remembered that night. The argument after her dad had found me in the house, the screaming of a small child, they also remembered they hadn’t seen her since. They had informed the authorities at the time, something I knew nothing about, but her father had said her mother had taken her away and no one could prove otherwise. I thought about her telling me he couldn’t hit her any more, and that long conversation they’d had the next morning. She stayed to keep him off the drink. I guess if anything would, it would be the nagging ghost of the child you murdered. Now that her body had been found I wondered if Ruby was finally free.So back to my confession.Emma has been away for a few days with our little boy, visiting her parents. She said she needed some space and when she first arrived back this morning her intention was to pack up their stuff and leave me. In the space of a couple of hours I’ve seen a huge change in her. She’s usually such a control freak and not a hair out of place, but shes in the other room now, scouring the internet for holiday destinations. Within half an hour of being back she snuggled next to me, put her head on my shoulder and asked if we could finally go away like I’d promised. Her hair is tumbling down her back and she has the Kaiser Chiefs blasting Ruby on the stereo. So what am I gonna do about it? Nothing. Take my wife to see the world like I promised her when she was 13.](https://sixpenceee.com/files/3f57c9a36640159090dbf2f7a8d81d1a/tumblr_np34tuees91s1vn29o1_500.jpg)
by reddit user hrhdaf
So I’m writing this as a form of confession. Not because I’ve done anything wrong but because I’m gonna stand by and do nothing.
I guess my story starts way back when I was about 6 or 7. I was out playing in the back yard with my ball. Just hoofing it about when it went flying into my neighbors.
![I’m a 911 operator Who Just Had The Most Terrifying Call.by reddit user HiggsThunder“911, what is your emergency?”“Yeah, hi, um…This is going to sound kind of strange but there’s a man stumbling around in circles in my front yard.”[[MORE]]“…could you repeat that, sir?”“He looks…sick, or lost, or drunk, or something. I just woke up to get a glass of water and heard snow crunching around underneath my front window so I peeked out…I’m looking at him now, he’s about ten yards away from my window. Something’s not right.”“What is your address, sir?”“1617 Quarry Lane, in Pinella Pass.”“I’m going to send a squad car your way, but that’s quite a ways out. Are you alone in your house sir?”“Yes, I’m alone.”“Can you confirm that all of your doors and windows are locked? Stay on the phone with me.”“I know that my front is definitely locked, but I’ll go check my back door again really quick.…I appreciate your help, by the way, I know this is kind of strange but I really hope that –“…“…Sir? Are you still there?”“He’s…he’s still in the yard yard. But he’s…what the fuck…he’s upside down…”“Sir? Stay on with me, what is happening?”“He’s staring right at me…but he’s…he’s standing on his hands now. He’s perfectly still, staring straight at me. He’s doing a handstand and he’s smiling at me and not moving.”“He’s…he’s doing a handstand, sir?”“I…I don’t know how he…yeah, he’s facing me and standing on his hands and he’s got this huge smile and he’s perfectly still…what the FUCK…please get someone out here NOW.”“Sir I need you to remain calm. I’ve put out the call and an officer is on his way.”“His teeth are so huge…what the fuck, please help me…”“Sir I want you to try and keep an eye on him but make sure your back door is locked again. We need to make sure all possible access points are secured. Can you talk me through and confirm that your back door is locked?”“Okay…I’m walking backwards now and keeping him in my sight…My hand is on the back doorknob now…it’s locked. I need to check the deadbolt so I’m going to take my eyes off of him for a split second.”“Alright sir. Help is on the way. Just stay on the phone with me, everything’s going to be alright.Sir?……Sir? Are you still there?”“He’s…his face. It’s up against the glass.”“Sir, I need you to speak up. What is happening?”“I looked away for a split second and now…his face. It’s pressed up against my front window. His teeth are huge and he’s still smiling…There’s no color in his eyes…Jesus please help me, why won’t it just fuckingmove…”“Sir, I need you to go to the nearest room and lock yourself inside of it. Do you have a basement or a bedroom that you can lock yourself in?”“He won’t stop staring…he’s going to hurt me…”“Sir I need you to listen to me. Lock yourself somewhere safe until the officer arrives at your house. Can you hear me?”“I…yes…yes, I’m going to lock myself in my room.”“And you’re positive that you’re alone in your house, correct?”“Yes, I’m alone in the house……wait a moment…he’s moving. He’s shaking his head. He’s telling me no. He can hear us.He’s telling me I’m not alone.”………“Sir? Sir are you still there? I heard a loud noise, is everything alright?……“Sir?”](https://sixpenceee.com/files/736ab4f5e7ad831651aaf8eb0b1828fd/tumblr_np34mwkiio1s1vn29o1_500.jpg)
by reddit user HiggsThunder
“911, what is your emergency?”
“Yeah, hi, um…This is going to sound kind of strange but there’s a man stumbling around in circles in my front yard.”
![Her Lips Tastes Like Cigarettesby reddit user TheSinkingDreadMarlboro lights? Lucky strike maybe?[[MORE]]I didn’t mind at all, I just kept chewing.](https://sixpenceee.com/files/4a4525ab4e3e0460403df2fc27c3eb74/tumblr_np35xfhyl01s1vn29o1_500.jpg)