Grazina Strolia
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Grazina Strolia • upvoted 40 items 8 months ago
fearlessnightlight reply
I once referred to a flyswatter as a "bug spatula" when the name escaped me .
jhra reply
Couple weeks ago I was getting a pack of darts, needed some change for parking meters. As the girl is getting my change out I was panicked, what is it called? My mind blank all I could get out of my dumb maw was "can I have my change in metal money?". In my 30s and the word coin apparently got replaced by some dumb s**t I likely read here
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I have aphantasia, which is relevant to the story. I can't visualize things and I have no visual memory. I 'remember' the things I see by having a constant narration in my head and I can remember what I thought. So, my little brother was always terrified of the basement and would not for the life of him go down there. I was also a bit but older so I had to be braver. I was always the one sent down to get stuff. My brother and I were talking about the basement one day and I was prying about why he was so scared. He would barricade the door at night and stuff. He told me he sometimes hears things from down there, scratching and weird sounding talking in some language. I was immediately alarmed and told him someone must be sneaking in through the door down there. He said what door, there's no door down there. He even brought up that I can never remember anything visual but I argued back that he hasn't even been down there for years! We argued back and forth. I went downstairs and came back up, proud to declare that there indeed was a door down there. He got really pale and upset and asked my dad if there was a door in the basement. Dad laughed and said "a door to what? It's underground, of course not." I'm getting super mad. I know I can't remember things idly but I just checked. Our little argument kept going a bit, me trying to get him to go down with me. Finally he did. No door. Four concrete walls. I wailed, "but I've been inside!" My brother and I ran upstairs and barricaded the door and neither of us would go down again.
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Not really home alone but when I was little I remember as my Dad was taking us to bed, I ran up first to sneak behind my bedroom door. The plan was to jump out and scare my brother before bed (as my bedroom was just opposite the bathroom and he had to walk past it to get to his room). However, behind the bedroom door was two strange men hiding. One had a beard and long hair the other I don’t clearly remember, but think he was very skinny. The guy with long hair whispered to me to ‘Go away’, so I calmly went away and slept with my dad (mum was working nights and this wasn’t uncommon for me so he never questioned it). I was rightly spooked, and didn’t want to be on my own, but didn’t tell told my dad what I saw as I was petrified inside. Straight up thought I’d been told off by some creepy ghosts. We were robbed that night. My brother also woke up that night to go to the bathroom and saw the downstairs light on from the staircase. At the time he thought it was our mother, and would normally if he got up early run down and see her. For some reason he didn’t go downstairs that night and instead hopped in bed with me and our dad too. When my mum came home the downstairs was trashed and she was terrified something happened to us. She ran up stairs in a panic and found us all in bed safe and sound. Home insurance was able to salvage most of the losses, and we got a dog not long after that as a deterrent for thieves which growing up never had another issue again. So I guess not really unexplainable but strange / scary story!
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I wasn't alone, but i was alone if you get my drift. I took care of my mom during her final years with dementia. Every day was hard, but others seemed impossible. On really rough days I'd go into the garage too decompress, smoke pot, cry, rage, scream and sometimes hit trash cans with a baseball bat. Well, 1 particularly hard day, (my mom had smeered feces all over the house). So, I was in the garage sobbing and mumbling incoherently to myself, when I said, out loud (to my previously deceased father); "Dad, i need help, what do I do?" ...when suddenly the garage door into the house swung open on its own and I went into some kind of trance and was able to clean up the house without having a complete meltdown. I can't explain it but I'm pretty sure my dad was guiding me through the worst of it all.
In 1871, This 10 Year Old Girl’s Grave Was Built With Easy Access Stairs So That Her Mother Could Comfort Her During Storms
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The dude in the flat across from mine started off as a really nice guy. Introduced himself, offered meals when he'd cooked too much. Just a great guy all round. Within a few weeks, it was made clear that he was an alcoholic. I have a recovering brother, so I really sympathised with him. I went out of my way to sit with him, and eventually called him an ambulance when he fitted from withdrawals (UK, so calling an ambulance is free). This carried on for a little while, with me sitting with him two or three times a week, waiting for an ambulance. One night after he started fitting, he kept grabbing my breasts. I was already on the phone to the ambulance service, but the woman heard me telling him to stop and sent police as well. He was carted off, and just like usual, I grabbed his keys and told him to knock for them the next morning. Well, the nrxt time I looked after him, the groping got worse. And then slowly so did my life. Suddenly I had fires set outside my windows, and mutilated rat corpses left on my door step. The police were called after every incident, and I got to know one policeman who was put on my case really well. He suggested I put up cameras, so I did. There was footage of the neighbour standing outside in the yard at 3am, just staring into my window, multiple nights in a row. Terrifying, but not illegal. Well, two weeks after that, my neighbour snapped. There were builders in the garden next to ours, and they apparently woke him up at 4pm. He ran out with a kitchen knife and stabbed two of the builders and the neighbour's dog (everyone survived). He also slashed a whole bunch of tyres on our street. When the police came to search the dude's flat, my policeman friend told me (off the books) that the neighbour had been faking being an alcoholic the entire time. He'd get in the ambulance, ride to,the hospital, and then check himself out and walk home. Also, they found half a dozen decomposing rats in his bathtub They'd been mutilated. They later found a bloody hammer under his bed. You'd think him being arrested would be the end of it, but noooo. He put my name, picture, address, and telephone number on a prostitution site. I had men aggressively hounding me for sex multiple times an hour for two entire weeks before I just cut all ties and fled the city. Last I heard, he was in jail for the GBH, but that was a few years ago now. Yeah. Never gonna make the same mistake again.
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I bought him a coffee one time and we chatted about our music tastes. Three days later, I was sitting in my dorm and I got a text from him that was just a selfie. I sent one back and the conversation got really boring so I sent him a snap of a black screen. He responded, “are you in a dark place?” And I said “yeah lol”. His response was “well you’ll have to leave soon because you have class in (insert building with insert professor) at 6:00.” I literally never told him anything about my classes so he just f*****g stalked me until he learned my entire schedule. It turns out he was a serial creep preying on freshman girls.
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It’s been over a decade now and he’s still harassing me on every online platform he can find me on. He sends me incel memes about being rejected. Luckily we are not in the same city anymore (that I know of)
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I was 18ish. I was modeling at the time and volunteered for a date auction for charity, and some guy like ten years older that I sorta knew ... 'bought me.' We went on our date a few weeks later (dinner and mini golf or something) and the date was kinda awkward but fine, and afterwards I said, 'Okay, that was was nice. Time to take me home.' Instead, he drove me to his house and insisted I join him for a nightcap. I refused and he locked the doors and wouldn’t let me out. This was in the days of pre-cellphones, so I couldn’t even call 911." "Eventually after over an hour of him telling me how I 'owe' him some more company because he paid so much for me, I got nearly hysterical and told him that if he didn’t take me home this instant I would kick his window out and scream for someone to call the cops. He did take me home and was all surly about it and I couldn’t get out of that car fast enough
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