I think that Amy is just a malignant narcissist who profits off of showcasing her sisters artwork so that she can pretend she gives a shit about anyone or anything besides herself, her reputation, and her finances. These works of art should be placed somewhere like the Warrows basement of cursed items, not in a gallery that just anyone can walk into.

Truthfully, I think that Amy used to get the ultimate power trip by knowing that she had the key to ending all of humanity as we know it. But, I think that she's tired of.the burden now and is setting you up to be the scapegoat for why the end of the world comes.

Fucking Suzan, man.

I think that my first question would be, how did that photo get taken out of your closet? Unless the ghost attached itself to the footage, it would have had to be attached to you or him for the last decade or two since college. It seems like the blue man is very interested in you specifically, but why? And why wouldn't Jenny's spiritualism protect the house?

To be fair, if you went completely MIA - no contact complete radio silence - for an entire month and the moment you re-emerge, your missing daughter suddenly appears, I'd want you to be psychologically evaluated too. You look like you had her hidden somewhere.

How interesting. I don't think I've ever heard of any entity being able to blatantly break the rules by using water to break the salt line. You're dealing with a new, terrifying beast, OP.

I have schizophrenia (schizoeffective actually) along with bipolar 1 disorder. I've had hallucinations, delusions, and psychotic episodes in my life and.. this doesn't sound like that to me. It is absolutely possible that your OCD is making you hear and think things that you normally wouldn't. Sometimes, we can be vulnerable to the feelings of others and this little girl was honest with you in that unlike most patients, she would never get to a 0 and maybe that made you uncomfortable because yours never went to 0 either. You fed on her anxiety while she fed on your calm. But, demons don't usually transfer targets like that. They're either attached to a place or a person, but not both. The only way that the demon could have transferred to you is if you had upset it during the session, but it would more than likely want to punish the host than you. So, I don't think that the demon attached itself to you either.

Logically, I'd say that if it would make you feel better, go to a local church of whatever persuasion you'd like and get some sort of blessing, sage your house, put up protection charms, create a salt barrier. Do any and all things to reassure yourself that even if nowhere else is entirely safe that at least your home is.

I would also say that it would be very rare for schizophrenia to manifest after early 20s and that even anxiety and depression can cause psychosis. But, this isn't psychosis, because you're still able to logic and coherently speak to yourself and others. You're still talking like you're within reality.

Maybe the stress and tiredness is causing auditory hallucinations. The less you sleep, the worse it'll get. So, try to sleep. You'll be okay. That's what I always tell myself. That it'll be okay tomorrow. Just get through tonight.

Migraines themselves can cause hallucinations, of course. I had a 3 week migraine where I had a wonderful ocular migraine that disguised itself as a TIA or mini stroke, I had constant vertigo and was always nauseous. I'm sure that I hallucinated a great, many things I'm those 3 weeks. The body is weird. There I was thinking I'd had a fuxkin stroke at 29 and all it was was a migraine, albeit, a terrible, never ending one.

All I could think when you said that the oncologist said that it was curable, but that he was getting chemo, I hated that oncologist for you. Chemo isn't for people with curable cancer. Chemo is for keeping the cancer from spreading. Curable cancer is removed with surgery and possibly directed radiation, but not Chemo. Radiation is directed at the cancer itself to slow down the growth of and shrinks down the tumors that are filled with cancerous cells.

What a fucking horrible thing for that oncologist to say to your family. There is nothing, and I truly mean nothing, worse in this life than being given hope when there is none. I think medical related hope is almost at the top of the list of the worst type of hope to give someone. As someone with some severe disabilities, I know that it was the doctors who were completely real with me about situations and my conditions even if I didn't want to hear it, that got me through it.

Doctors take the oath to do no harm and I think that the most harm a doctor can do is lie to a person's face and the faces of their loved ones about the reality of their diagnosis.

I'm so sorry, OP. More than about the flood. More than about your aunt or the horses. More than your Dad's agonizingly slow (and yet fast) disintegration both body and mind.

I wonder if it wasn't your reaction to the vision that killed your parents because your dad had to pull over due to your reaction to the vision. While it was a logical one as a child, I don't think that you could have saved them if you reacted quicker. You'd have saved them by not reacting the way you did. So, I'd agree with you in saying that your actions were a direct result in your parents deaths. Which is probably a harder pill to swallow than any other alternative.

The point is that this wouldn't start or end with one nuclear family merging. It would keep splitting because you're no longer looking at a nuclear family. You're looking at an extended family who would progressively branch out. So, yes, maybe your brother is your first cousin but what if your second cousin gets on with a first generation? We would have to be assuming that only one subset of family members are reproducing with others of that one subset like cousins for example but it would be more complex than that because a second cousin (the child of two first cousins) could procreate with a first aunt or an original settler. Do you see what I mean? You can inbreed somewhat safely and that's why Papua new guinea has stable tribes. What if we consider a possible Hills Have Eyes/Roanoke theory? What if, instead of eating/cannibalizing hikers, we bring them into the family so to speak? Elderly, not so much, but children? Thats new breeding stock.

Who can say that a family unit of uncles and aunts like a multi-generational household (often seen during the great depression and to this day per certain cultures) weren't those who decided to go off the grid? Imagine you're dying of starvation and you have this idea that might make you suffer less, wouldn't you tell your brother? Your sister? Your cousin? I think the failure here is to disregard the fact that the US isn't an isolated island like say Papa New guinea. There's millions of people, even in smaller towns. Let's say it becomes like the trail of tears and many don't make it, we still would have tens to dozens who do, probably of different families. I can buy into the idea of feral people who became feral as a result of purposeful isolation, but not that we are saying only one immediate family unit is doing this.

Science says first cousins don't have much higher risk for genetic issues than regular people do. Mountain lions are known to puncture skulls and sever spinal chords in humans.

> Aliens, wendigo and skinwalkers, aliens, Bigfoot, abductions.

You said aliens 3 times, and yet your theory is feral people?

I for sure thought it would be aliens.

accidentally chopped all his fingers off.

I mean, maybe the first two. I think after that it might have been on purpose.

She's been working on trying to kill your grandma for 14 years?

If it continues at this rate, you still have at least 14 years to live. You're also 20 and can move out. Accept that grandma is as good as gone and move across the country.

Hey, man. There are a lot of us out there that have to nearly die to learn a lesson. Sometimes, we have to nearly die several times to learn the lesson.

Thankfully, you have the book. The book has rules and they will keep you safe.

Yep. That's the one. I did SAR in Joshua Tree. I live out in the desert. I am not made for the snow.

Search and Rescue

When I was maybe 19, I attempted my first snow summit that I had not prepared for in the slightest on Mount Baldy (known as the 3rd deadliest snow hike in the US). I ended up glissading off the trail by 20' and the only reason I didn't shoot off the side of the mountain to my death was because I tarzan'd my ass straight into a huge tree, cracking 4 of my ribs on impact. I've done desert SAR and am very familiar with deserts. I can survive In 120F. It took several hours, a lot of tears, sweat, swearing, bargaining with God, and pure hatred and spite for the snow to crawl my way back to the trail. That was the only time I had ever considered SAR. There were times that I really believed I would die on that slope. There were times that I wanted to just give up and die on the slope. When I finally made it back to the trail, I was exactly like you. I half ran half fell all the way back down to the parking lot. I admittedly usually am the type of person that needs to come close to death several times before I decide that something isn't for me, but that one fucking hike has kept me on flat ground since. Hiking is an amazing way to become humbled very quickly. I was a cocky, overly confident teenager who thought mother nature wouldn't fuck my shit right up. Never again.

I always get a certain wave of both love and pride when I see Filipinos and our lore used in every day occurrences. Back in my village, they mostly ate fish they caught but were always afraid of going past the break. For living on a relatively small island, a surprising amount of them never learned how to swim.

My partner was a heroin and meth addict. He saw, we saw, a lot of fucked up things during that time and in the end, he couldn't let go of his addiction or me, so he did what we thought was his only choice and he walked onto a busy California freeway at night.

If there was anything that I could have shown him that would have kept him sober, I'd have done it. But, we both had/have schizophrenia and there's nothing more fucked up than what your brain can do on those drugs.

That's how he nearly killed his own baby.

Some of us, do recover. But, a lot of us, don't.

I was almost sure that someone was getting hit on by a ghost until the end and I'm still not entirely convinced that's not the case.

You: see two eyes and manic smile; scream

Moose: snaps head back towards you SHUT THE FUCK UP. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER BRIAN.

You: piss yourself

This hit too close to home bc my first heart connection with a dog after the tragic and traumatic process of losing my extremely old (in her late teens!!) childhood dog was this black lab named Moose and it was short for Da-Moose (or Dumbass) because, while he was my big baby, all 3 of his brain cells would freeze at various times and you could just tell by the look in his eyes that there was nothing going on up there.

Well, I meant the neurologist who sees other patients with aphasia, dumbass.

Do you think a specialist has exactly one patient? 20 years of studying for one person?