I stopped attending college a year ago when my mental state began slipping along with my grades. I lost scholarships and the trust of my family. The months before my first semester I was caught in an abusive relationship. That person ruined mostly everything. I hindered the chances I had at…
phyrce Replace your bottle of child tears with this.
*laughs to my grave*
My cup runneth over
This is the view from my front desk.
One time, I was standing there in the doorway with my hands in my pockets, waiting for a guest to come pick up a bottle opener. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone’s feet ascending the last stair near the exit sign.
I was a little confused, because I’d been standing right there. Nobody walked past my desk or came up from the lower level. I would’ve seen them.
Just to the right of the desk, there is a tv that displays security camera feed from various areas of the hotel. There is one camera that points at the landing just at the top of those stairs.
I decided that since I hadn’t seen anybody pass me or come up from the lower level, it must’ve been a guest coming from upstairs who had perhaps reached the first step, realized they had forgotten something, and turned around to retrieve it. Except when I looked at the camera, nobody was on the landing.
This whole thing happened in a span of perhaps 3 seconds. Glance at stairs, see someone’s denim jeans and gray sneakers disappear up to landing, glance at cameras, nobody on landing.
In fact, there was nobody anywhere. Nobody down either hallways that connect to the landings. Nobody in the breakfast nook. Nobody in the computer area.
I spent the next five minutes or so standing there with my mouth open saying “what the fuck” and watching the cameras for movement. Nothing.
Now, those stairs give me the fucking creeps and I dread having to check the boiler because it sits in the maintenance room off the top landing.
This kind of creepy stuff never happens to me. Seems to happen to white girls pretty often though…
White girls have supernatural powers gifted to them from Stevie Nicks in elaborate, nude rituals wherein our souls are offered up to Satan.
SHIT. Don’t tell me these things. I don’t want the secret circle to come after me.
It’s too late bruh. We are legion. We take to the sky like angry motherfucking pigeons. We are coming.
Resin?! I can do this.
matthew williams, I love you not.
No I didn’t start crying at this point shut up
The feel were overwhelming while I was listening to this
I PITY YOU NOT AT ALL *sweats forever in perpetual sweltering summer*
Seasons according to the North
IT IS THAT DAY IN MARCH TODAY
*meets u at a party* small talk is for posers, rate yr current level of existential dread from 1 to 10, let’s be emotionaly intimate forever starting now