Evil haunted dead wife picture locket that makes u hallucinate memories of a dead wife u never had frolicking in a wheat field and running across the beach and baking a big cake and she puts a lil frosting on ur nose and painting the walls on a house you never lived in

from a thread about cheese

damn mutual I don’t engage with that media you’re into but my congrandolances on the situation

It's amazing I didn't end up with issues around beds given the two very bizarre experiences I had relating to beds as a child.

When I was four or five, my dad and uncles dug out the basement of the cabin to add more bedrooms, and they cut a hole for where the new stairs into the basement would go. Where was this hole? UNDER MY BED. Did I know about it? NO. Not until they randomly pulled my bed back one day to reveal a Pit Of Darkness (no lights or stairs had been installed yet) under where I'd been sleeping. And then I just. Kept sleeping there until my new room in the basement was finished.

Then, when I was six, my parents DRUGGED ME WITH COUGH SYRUP on Christmas Eve so they could get me out of my old bed in the middle of the night and build my new bunkbed. They then put me in the new bed ON THE TOP BUNK and waited for me to wake up Christmas morning. I did wake up. Eighteen inches from a ceiling that I had previously only seen from several feet away at the closest. I screamed, flailed, almost fell out of the bed, and managed to save myself by clinging to the outside of the railing until my brain reset enough to climb out of bed properly. I did not find out about the drugging portion of this until I was nearly thirty.

literally what the fuck do you mean its still january. how is that remotely possible. its been six months minimum

Kaveh Akbar, from "Wild Pear Tree"