A horror and Psychology entusiast
The Volkov Experiment
Did anyone who lived around Seattle in the 90's remember Dr. Volkov's Children's Laboratory? I don't remember the specific town, my mum and I moved around a lot. But I definitely remember Dr. Volkov, and I remember hearing his commercials on the radio. I remember he said he'd give whatever families would let him borrow their kids something like $100,000, which honestly sounds super suspicious, but hey, my mum was a single parent who just needed some cash.
The Taliban unveils its SUPERCAR
The Taliban has unveiled the first ever supercar designed and made in Afghanistan. The aggressive and sleek-looking Mada 9 prototype sports car is the culmination of five years of design and development led by 30 engineers at manufacturer ENTOP and Kabul's Afghanistan Technical Vocational Institute (ATVI).
I work at a ghost restaurant
Hello, all. Somewhere between the end of my last shift and me waking up this morning, I found the moxie to post on here about the things that have been going on at my job. No, there is no bad experience that I am hiding until the end. Those experiences will be the subject of separate posts. All I want are some logical explanations for how any of this is possible.
Back in 2013, I had just begun my education, and after the first school period, I needed to go out and find an internship in order to progress, but it proved to be nearly impossible to find one at the time, so I decided to take another job just to make sure we had food on the table.
My boyfriend went missing
I found it in a small black bag taped to one of the missing posters I put up of my boyfriend Gabe who went missing a year ago. I knew that the chance of finding him alive was practically zero and I had come to terms with it, though maintaining his missing poster placed on a light post outside my house felt like a sort of tribute to him. I’ve known Gabe since we were kids, we grew up on the same street and we did everything together. I ended up more the nerdy cautious type while Gabe covered himself in tattoos and threw caution to the wind, though somehow that made us the perfect match. Gabe was also a bit of an idiot, but in the way that made him very likable, always finding some new way to invent trouble that you had to dig him out of, always apologizing with a goofy smile on his face. When he went missing, it felt like I failed him. He got himself into another mess, and this time I wasn’t there to help.
I collect corpses. One of them woke up.
I know most people find it disturbing, but someone has to do it. I collect dead bodies. It's something I do every day, and it almost never changes. My colleague gets to the scene first, to do all the prep work. I turn up a while later to transport them where they need to be. Not many people know about what I do, but my lack of conversation about it is not out of shame. I am proud of it, and I simply don't want people to view me any differently.
Face in a window
I even tried to look around, but we had already driven past that house. The bus pulled up to the stop, opened the doors, and I saw that pale face again. Only now it was in the window of another house. He was standing just outside the stop and I could clearly see it was a girl and she was looking straight at me. Without blinking, with a direct look, she stared at me unkindly, and I couldn't look away. Her face, by the way, was ordinary, except for pallor. Normal human traits, no creepiness. Only the eyes are very dark.
A Guide to a Lonely Journey
In my opinion, every person should leave at least formerly without companions. You save on choosing a seat when checking in online there's no person on the aeroplane with whom you want to sit next to each other. rather of evening exchanges, when it gets dark, you weigh and sort yourself out. You estimate from a distance of a thousand kilometers of your musketeers- how important they do for you, how important fun you have with them and whether you miss someone further than others.