Mystery

The House That Eat Things
**The House That Eats Things** --- Sarah had never been offbeat, yet something was agitating about the house from the second she previously saw it. It remained toward the finish of a thin, tree-lined road, its endured façade tucked behind congested supports and a fashioned iron entryway that squeaked in the breeze. The realtor, an enthusiastic lady in her mid-thirties, had put forth a valiant effort to cause the house to appear to be enchanting — a "project with bunches of character" — yet Sarah couldn't shake the inclination that something was off.
By Olayinka Olumide2 years ago in Fiction
THE THREE LITTLE PRINCESSES
Once upon a time, in a land filled with sunshine and laughter, there was a village so pretty, it looked like a painting. This village was home to King Chima, a king loved by all, because he was as wise as he was kind. His big heart reached out to everyone. Making sure they were happy and safe. King Chima had a large family with two wives.
By MUTESA Ismael2 years ago in Fiction
Understanding Memory: Encoding, Storage, and Retrieval
### Recalling and Coding The process of changing data into a format that can be stored in memory is known as "encoding." It entails transforming sensory input into a mental model that the brain can store and retrieve later. Semantic, acoustic, or visual encoding are all possible. ### Types of Memory 1. Unless rehearsed, **Short-term Memory (STM):** holds information for a short period of time, typically between 20 and 30 seconds. STM typically has a capacity of around 72 items. 2. Long-term memory, or LTM, stores information for a considerable amount of time—possibly a lifetime. It contains both explicit (conscious) and implicit (unconscious) memories and appears to have an unlimited capacity. 3. A brief storage system that stores information from the senses for a few seconds is referred to as sensory memory. It acts as a buffer for the senses to absorb stimuli. - **Iconic Memory:** A type of sensory memory that stores visual information for roughly one and a half seconds. - **Echoic Memory:** A kind of sensory memory that stores auditory information for between two and four seconds. The Multi Store Method Atkinson and Shiffrin' s "Multi Store Model" of memory suggests that there are three stores of memory: sensory memory, short-term memory, and long-term memory. In a straight line, information moves through these stores. The key to transferring information from STM to LTM is rehearsal. ### Processing Levels Craik and Lockhart's Levels of Processing model posits that memory retention is influenced by processing depth. Long-term retention is better with semantic processing than with surface-level processing. ### Methods of Organization and Memorization The process of organizing data in a manner that makes it simpler to recall, such as by categorizing or chunking it, is known as "organization." Mnemonic techniques are methods for improving memory. Some common methods include: - **Acronyms:** Forming a word from the first letters of a list of things. - "Visualization" refers to the process of forming vivid mental images of information. - "Method of Loci": Associating information with particular locations in a place that is already familiar. ### Hypotheses About Forgetting 1. The "Decay Theory" posits that memories deteriorate over time as a result of time, particularly if they are not accessed frequently. 2. The interference theory proposes that additional information hinders memory retrieval. It contains: - "Proactive Interference": Old memories prevent new information from being retrieved. - "Retroactive Interference": New information prevents older memories from being retrieved. 3. **Retrieval Failure:** This occurs when there are insufficient retrieval cues and information that is stored in memory cannot be accessed. Metamemory ### A person's awareness and comprehension of their own memory processes is referred to as "metamemory." Memory strategies and retrieval can be monitored and controlled as part of this ability. ### Dementia 1. **Anterograde Amnesia:** A brain injury that prevents people from making new memories. Anterograde amnesia sufferers are able to recall past events, but they struggle to recall new information. 2. **Retrograde Amnesia:** Memory loss that occurred prior to a brain injury. Retrograde amnesia patients may lose access to their past memories while still being able to form new memories. These notes give a quick overview of important ideas about memory, such as how memories are encoded, stored, and retrieved, methods for improving memory, and theories about forgetting.
By Angel sky2 years ago in Fiction
The Room
The room with the two windows and the brick floor and plaster walls. What could this room have been in the past. To me it could have been a garden room for what was left on the wall under and around the wall seem to indicate plants of some kind. Someone is still using this room for the plant on the windowsill is flourishing. The room is waiting, but for what for such a small room. Who could the owner of this room? Is it a man or woman or maybe a child with plans of some kind for it.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Green Door
The next day the young girl went back to the door. She looked around to make sure no one followed her here. She took the key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She slowly opened the door. When her eyes adjusted to the low light of the room, she noticed that the room has rudimentary furniture, such as table and chairs, a sofa and chair that matched and an old rocking chair that she sort of remembered. There were a few pictures on the walls and there was also a bookcase that had a few figurines and when she walked up to the bookcase, she thought she also kind of remembered them for they were figurines of various animals.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes Of The Deep
I handed my boarding pass to the terminal worker, praying he wouldn’t recognize me. His eyes scanned my boarding pass and ID without even a twitch of his eyebrow.
By Matthew Spinelli2 years ago in Fiction
The Twin Connection
October 17, 1999 Patience is the best weapon and silence is the best revenge. The words rang through seven-year-old Max Emerson's head as he stared out the rear window of his parent's Mercedes-Benz. It was the final sentence of the book he had just finished reading.
By Dylan 2 years ago in Fiction
The Green Door
The young girl approached the wall with all the ivy growing upon it when she noticed the green door. She noticed the lock on the door as well as the small heart at the top of the door. The young girl decided to look around the ivy vines to see if there was a key anywhere. She kind of knew that the key was probably with the owner, but she remembered a story a long time ago that some people hid keys around, so that they did not have to always carry them around and it kind of made things simpler. She noticed that the hinges were new looking so the door could not be that old and the green paint still had the new paint smell of being freshly done. The one question that came to the mind of the young girl, of course, what could be so important to keep behind a door? She knew that some people kept garden tools behind such doors, but for this area that did not seem likely. What could be behind this particular door in a suburb of Washington, DC?
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden Garden
Sophie had always been a child of curious tastes. While other children played with toys or read books, she spent her days wandering through the woods behind her grandmother's cottage, chasing shadows, and listening to the stories the wind whispered through the leaves. There was one place, however, which had always eluded her—a place hidden deep within the forest. It was an ancient, rusty, wrought-iron gate, half-hidden by evergreen ivy and barbed bushes. The children at the village would point to it in whispers as the gate leading to the Hidden Garden, a place said to be lost in time.
By JOHN NHYIRA2 years ago in Fiction
Tales of The Blackbird. Content Warning.
"HOOOLLLDD THE RODDERRR!” I screamed, being the captain of the sparrow, the fastest ship on the entire eastern sea, I had to be stern with my crew lest they step outta line, especially now of all times with the roaring storm calling our souls to ol’ Davy Jones. Fear ripped through the hearts of my entire crew as they hear a cracking sound coming from the main mastas it shattered and fell tearing down one of the sails and obliterating half my cabin. This one event brought misfortune, nearly turning the ship on its back and exposing the barnacles that lay under it. Alas, it was my job to save them all. I ordered the anchor to be dropped as I ran past the mizzen and headed to the lower deck. I had always kept the cannons loaded incase of an ambush and now that one insignificant rule was about to be put to good use. “Fire!” I shouted nearly tearing my own eardrums. But why? Some may ask. It was to push the ship backward and slow it down, and it worked. We took down the sails and some of my men decided to camp in the lower deck for the night leaving the ship at the mercy of the storm. I on the other hand stood at the nose of my ship. As fearless and as brave as ever, and that’s when I felt it, a sharp pain in my lower back. It was a blade. Lodged into my spine by one of my own. I started to feel dizzy so I could not place the face of my killer. Losing the feeling in my legs. I saw myself falling like a maple tree struck down by a bearded Scottish man. I was now off the ship and about to dive headfirst into the same ocean I found solace in for so long, but just before striking the sea…
By Melvyn & zika2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Woods
She tugged on her boots and grabbed her jacket, the sun already dipping into the treetops, stretching long shadows through the trees as Ella wandered deeper into the forest behind her house. She had always felt this strange connection to these woods, though the whispers today were louder than ever. Her heart pounded in a mix of excitement and trepidation as she followed the faint murmurs, weaving through the underbrush.
By JOHN NHYIRA2 years ago in Fiction
Small town fever dream. Top Story - August 2024.
Tank stood over the bodies. There were three, and he knew them all. Were they still people? A difficult question for him to answer, and not the first question he expected his brain to fish out of the questions he had swimming around in his head.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Fiction