Tell me your name.

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When I was a nine year old boy I wandered out to a part of my grandfather’s farm that he warned me to stay away from. He’d told me snakes, spiders, and other creepy things congregated on this particular patch of his land. But after a harvest, when what remained of the crops laid flat against the earth, you could see an old stone well on that part of the farm. I wanted to see it up close.

As I get near the well, I worried, what if what my grandfather meant that snakes and spiders lived in the well? What if they’d shoot out as they felt me approach? I stopped walking to it, and wondered if I should head back to the farmhouse. But curiosity compelled me forward.

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A Monster Used to Tell Me Bedtime Stories

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When I was little, my mom bought an old farm in Colorado. It was the most exciting thing my five-year-old self had ever seen; forest surrounded us at every turn. A big creek cut through the property, so clear and clean you could count every stone at the bottom. Jagged peaks towered in the distance, choked with pines and capped with snow all year long.

Our fields had long since ceded to the wilderness, but the weathered remnants of hog pens and stables remained.

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A trick-or-treater has been coming to my house…

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I want to start out by saying that I don’t know what this thing is. All I know is that I don’t want it around me. And I can guarantee that you wouldn’t, either.

Regarding a brief background, I bought my house recently. Nothing special, just a medium sized place located in a relatively safe suburb. I have a girlfriend (Lara), but she doesn’t live with me for personal reasons. At the moment, I’m here by myself.

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Second Thoughts: A Continuation

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No, I didn’t leave her to die, guys. Just because I’m a trespasser of thoughts doesn’t mean I’m a complete monster.

Though I was surprised, confused, and terrified I still knew that I couldn’t just let this guy…this murderer…get away with it. Though I wasn’t completely sure what exactly I was dealing with, I waited till he pulled out of the parking lot in his green Accord before shortly following suit. Even though the guy was going to know that I was doing it, I knew I had to enter his mind again. I needed to find out his true intentions with the girl.

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Reading minds isn’t as fun as you might think …

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I was an orphan growing up. I always supposed that was for the best; If my mom didn’t want me, then it was probably better off that I wasn’t in her care. I didn’t hate her or my father, whoever and wherever he was. I was just happy to be alive.

I still remember the first time I invaded the mind of another living being. I was six years old, sitting outside on the sidewalk when I heard what I can only describe as….impulses in my head. The impulses were very strong, and though they weren’t words, I knew full well what they were focused on: Eating. I glanced about in confusion until I laid eyes on the scrawny cat as it gnawed away at a dead pigeon. I couldn’t believe what was happening. But that was only the beginning.

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I’m a Paramedic on the 7th busiest ambulance i…

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I work on an extremely busy box near the Mexican and U.S. Border. I’ve been a Paramedic for a little over 5 years, and an EMT for 3 years prior to that. Over the last 8 years I’ve seen the worst in people and often the good in people. But sometimes, at least too many times for me, I’ve witnessed some pretty unexplainable shit. I’m going to post more stories in the comments and keep this thread dedicated to the craziest.

In 2016 we responded to a call at a private residence in a rural area along the Mexican border. The chief complaint on our MDC (computer) literally said Demons. My partner and I had a good laugh about it. We had seen some pretty poor chief complaints typed in by dispatchers before. For example, a dispatcher might put “Fever” but the call is actually a Chest Pain or CPR. It’s ridiculous guys. But that’s another story.

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We Live the Same Day Over and Over

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Literally. October 23rd, 2018. The day starts at 6.00 AM PST. Doesn’t matter where you are in the world. The day goes for 16 hours, and then you fall asleep. When you wake up, everything is reset. Everything except your memory. Everyone gets to keep that.

For the first few weeks (can you count weeks though, when it’s the same day?) everyone was confused. Nobody could figure out what was going on. Most people didn’t think it was real. Then came the various theories. God was punishing us, of course! Then people moved on to other things. Everything from aliens to global warming to changes in the migratory patterns of monarch butterflies was blamed.

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A Day in the Life of Jerry Smith

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Every single morning, Jerry Smith gets up at 6:30 am sharp, makes breakfast for his wife, Debbie, and their two year old son, Lucas. Usually scrambled eggs and bacon, but today is a special day for two reasons. However, Jerry is only aware of one of these reasons. It is Lucas’ birthday today, so Jerry makes his son’s favorite, chocolate chip pancakes, with whipped cream on the top.

After breakfast, Jerry will leave for work. He will ruffle Lucas’ hair, and give Debbie a kiss on the cheek. It is a Friday, so Debbie will ask Jerry to stop at the grocery store on the way home and pick up a gallon of milk and a dozen eggs. Jerry will nod dutifully as she reminds him that he forgot the eggs last time. Jerry will walk out the back door to his car. Jerry will leave the backdoor unlocked, as he always does. Then Jerry will get into his 2012 Honda Civic with 2/3 of a tank of gas left, and go to work. The drive will take 13-17 minutes, depending on traffic. When Jerry passes the intersection of 3rd and Main Street, he will think nothing of it.

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