!!! I thought this would be a fun place to throw your spooky stories out.
DISCLAIMER: If you are a strong disbeliever in ghosts, poltergeists, or other worldly creepies... do not respond telling anyone what they experienced could have just been something silly or easily debunked. This is a fun space and meant for the spirit of Halloween. The purpose if this post is to share in your spoopy experiences and have fun. If you were able to debunk your own creepy ghost you may do so! I just ask that we all kindly respect each others spoopy fun.
I tend to work overnight in hotels for most of my career, and I currently work at a hitel that has 120 year old history to it with many gruesome deaths in the homes early years.
Tonight has been my third experience with something mildly spoopy. I have been alone in the building for a little bit and it seems that someone is interested in jangling their keys. I have used cameras, moving about ththe buiding, and there after following myself on the camera recordings. I am indeed alone in the building! There are guests in their rooms in the main building, but the oldest buildings are empty!
There seems to be a ghostly someone sneaking around the building with some keys.
My second experience in the builsing was another night shift. I admit I got quite startled by this one. The 120 year old building had no guests checked in and there are 9 empty rooms on the 3 floors. I am doing my business with paperwork and hear an alarming THUNK in one of the dining rooms.
I have had this happen before and it was only the heat register boiling up and heating the pipes. That has startled me many times, but this thunk was more so the sound of wood on wood. I go to the dining room and it is pitch black aside from street lights coming through the window. The switch is on the other side of the room through another door. Man, this scared me good because a chair had been moved from one end of the room to the other where it certainly didnt belong and I am 100%certain with no doubt in my mind when I had previously checked the room it had NOT been on that side of the room.
Final experience was at another hotel! Overnight again. I was in the back laundry room sorting through some towels and folding. There are huge carts in wheels to move the massive loads between washer and dryer. I was on the phone with my husband because something just hadnt felt right.
Im standing there chatting away and suddenly one if the carts comes soaring across the floor at me. I mean it moved FAST and nearly hit me. This was a cart that had been completely stationary and moved over 4 feet in rapid motion as if someone had shived it at me. The floor in the room was not slanted or had any incline to cause this. Freaked me out big time!
What are some of your spoopy stories?
DISCLAIMER: If you are a strong disbeliever in ghosts, poltergeists, or other worldly creepies... do not respond telling anyone what they experienced could have just been something silly or easily debunked. This is a fun space and meant for the spirit of Halloween. The purpose if this post is to share in your spoopy experiences and have fun. If you were able to debunk your own creepy ghost you may do so! I just ask that we all kindly respect each others spoopy fun.
I tend to work overnight in hotels for most of my career, and I currently work at a hitel that has 120 year old history to it with many gruesome deaths in the homes early years.
Tonight has been my third experience with something mildly spoopy. I have been alone in the building for a little bit and it seems that someone is interested in jangling their keys. I have used cameras, moving about ththe buiding, and there after following myself on the camera recordings. I am indeed alone in the building! There are guests in their rooms in the main building, but the oldest buildings are empty!
There seems to be a ghostly someone sneaking around the building with some keys.
My second experience in the builsing was another night shift. I admit I got quite startled by this one. The 120 year old building had no guests checked in and there are 9 empty rooms on the 3 floors. I am doing my business with paperwork and hear an alarming THUNK in one of the dining rooms.
I have had this happen before and it was only the heat register boiling up and heating the pipes. That has startled me many times, but this thunk was more so the sound of wood on wood. I go to the dining room and it is pitch black aside from street lights coming through the window. The switch is on the other side of the room through another door. Man, this scared me good because a chair had been moved from one end of the room to the other where it certainly didnt belong and I am 100%certain with no doubt in my mind when I had previously checked the room it had NOT been on that side of the room.
Final experience was at another hotel! Overnight again. I was in the back laundry room sorting through some towels and folding. There are huge carts in wheels to move the massive loads between washer and dryer. I was on the phone with my husband because something just hadnt felt right.
Im standing there chatting away and suddenly one if the carts comes soaring across the floor at me. I mean it moved FAST and nearly hit me. This was a cart that had been completely stationary and moved over 4 feet in rapid motion as if someone had shived it at me. The floor in the room was not slanted or had any incline to cause this. Freaked me out big time!
What are some of your spoopy stories?
Here's one of mine:
I worked for a few years at a group home out in the middle of the desert. The homes in the area were on 4-10 acre lots and owned mostly by rich retired people. So more or less, the area felt pretty deserted at any point, but most especially at night. The nearest home was across a wash in a very snake infested area(rattlesnake) and that, coupled with the coyotes causing a raucous every night, made for some pretty spoopy experiences.
Anyway, my job there was to care for an individual who required constant supervision during the night due to their medical condition. I would have to either be in the room completely silent and somehow stay awake in the dark- or, as was far more common for me and my coworkers, stay out in the great room with the camera feed up on the business ipad(again with the light off, but the option to do other odd jobs around the house).
One night I was on the couch resting after I'd finished my nightly duties, the ipad next to me and my earbuds in so that even if I did drift off, the high volume on the ipad would wake me if my patient needed care and vocalized. I tended to sit in the very early morning hours watching the sky as the sun started to rise. But that night I'd finished especially early and it was close to midnight when I was sitting down for the night.
I was watching out the huge front window, occasionally there were owls or coyotes and it made the night a little more enjoyable. But this night I noticed pretty quickly it was completely silent. No coyotes, no crickets, nothing. That was creepy enough and I started to feel uncomfortable. At some point, as I was looking out across the patio into the desert, I saw something moving in the dark. At first, I thought my eyes had to be tricking me. Besides, my eyes tend to notice any change in lighting and there was a pretty good chance it was just seeing a branch moving in the breeze. But as I looked closer, I realized it was too big to be a branch...and it was moving in a straight line for the window.
I couldn't move, too scared to look away as whatever it was entered the patio. It had the outline of a person, limping across the bricks with dark hair and a face I could make out in the moonlight as far too pale...and eyes wide and crazed. I sunk back into the couch, my body rigid as fear took on an entirely new level. It was getting closer, in a few steps whatever, or whoever it was, would be at the window...and only a thin pane of 1950's glass would be between me and it.
That was when it smiled, revealing a mouth of rotting teeth and I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing myself for the inevitable. At that moment, the woman in my care vocalized, signalling she was awake. I opened my eyes, the patio was empty. Had I fallen asleep? Had I dreamed the whole thing? I guess I'll never know.
I worked for a few years at a group home out in the middle of the desert. The homes in the area were on 4-10 acre lots and owned mostly by rich retired people. So more or less, the area felt pretty deserted at any point, but most especially at night. The nearest home was across a wash in a very snake infested area(rattlesnake) and that, coupled with the coyotes causing a raucous every night, made for some pretty spoopy experiences.
Anyway, my job there was to care for an individual who required constant supervision during the night due to their medical condition. I would have to either be in the room completely silent and somehow stay awake in the dark- or, as was far more common for me and my coworkers, stay out in the great room with the camera feed up on the business ipad(again with the light off, but the option to do other odd jobs around the house).
One night I was on the couch resting after I'd finished my nightly duties, the ipad next to me and my earbuds in so that even if I did drift off, the high volume on the ipad would wake me if my patient needed care and vocalized. I tended to sit in the very early morning hours watching the sky as the sun started to rise. But that night I'd finished especially early and it was close to midnight when I was sitting down for the night.
I was watching out the huge front window, occasionally there were owls or coyotes and it made the night a little more enjoyable. But this night I noticed pretty quickly it was completely silent. No coyotes, no crickets, nothing. That was creepy enough and I started to feel uncomfortable. At some point, as I was looking out across the patio into the desert, I saw something moving in the dark. At first, I thought my eyes had to be tricking me. Besides, my eyes tend to notice any change in lighting and there was a pretty good chance it was just seeing a branch moving in the breeze. But as I looked closer, I realized it was too big to be a branch...and it was moving in a straight line for the window.
I couldn't move, too scared to look away as whatever it was entered the patio. It had the outline of a person, limping across the bricks with dark hair and a face I could make out in the moonlight as far too pale...and eyes wide and crazed. I sunk back into the couch, my body rigid as fear took on an entirely new level. It was getting closer, in a few steps whatever, or whoever it was, would be at the window...and only a thin pane of 1950's glass would be between me and it.
That was when it smiled, revealing a mouth of rotting teeth and I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing myself for the inevitable. At that moment, the woman in my care vocalized, signalling she was awake. I opened my eyes, the patio was empty. Had I fallen asleep? Had I dreamed the whole thing? I guess I'll never know.
Selkieborn wrote:
Here's one of mine:
I worked for a few years at a group home out in the middle of the desert. The homes in the area were on 4-10 acre lots and owned mostly by rich retired people. So more or less, the area felt pretty deserted at any point, but most especially at night. The nearest home was across a wash in a very snake infested area(rattlesnake) and that, coupled with the coyotes causing a raucous every night, made for some pretty spoopy experiences.
Anyway, my job there was to care for an individual who required constant supervision during the night due to their medical condition. I would have to either be in the room completely silent and somehow stay awake in the dark- or, as was far more common for me and my coworkers, stay out in the great room with the camera feed up on the business ipad(again with the light off, but the option to do other odd jobs around the house).
One night I was on the couch resting after I'd finished my nightly duties, the ipad next to me and my earbuds in so that even if I did drift off, the high volume on the ipad would wake me if my patient needed care and vocalized. I tended to sit in the very early morning hours watching the sky as the sun started to rise. But that night I'd finished especially early and it was close to midnight when I was sitting down for the night.
I was watching out the huge front window, occasionally there were owls or coyotes and it made the night a little more enjoyable. But this night I noticed pretty quickly it was completely silent. No coyotes, no crickets, nothing. That was creepy enough and I started to feel uncomfortable. At some point, as I was looking out across the patio into the desert, I saw something moving in the dark. At first, I thought my eyes had to be tricking me. Besides, my eyes tend to notice any change in lighting and there was a pretty good chance it was just seeing a branch moving in the breeze. But as I looked closer, I realized it was too big to be a branch...and it was moving in a straight line for the window.
I couldn't move, too scared to look away as whatever it was entered the patio. It had the outline of a person, limping across the bricks with dark hair and a face I could make out in the moonlight as far too pale...and eyes wide and crazed. I sunk back into the couch, my body rigid as fear took on an entirely new level. It was getting closer, in a few steps whatever, or whoever it was, would be at the window...and only a thin pane of 1950's glass would be between me and it.
That was when it smiled, revealing a mouth of rotting teeth and I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing myself for the inevitable. At that moment, the woman in my care vocalized, signalling she was awake. I opened my eyes, the patio was empty. Had I fallen asleep? Had I dreamed the whole thing? I guess I'll never know.
I worked for a few years at a group home out in the middle of the desert. The homes in the area were on 4-10 acre lots and owned mostly by rich retired people. So more or less, the area felt pretty deserted at any point, but most especially at night. The nearest home was across a wash in a very snake infested area(rattlesnake) and that, coupled with the coyotes causing a raucous every night, made for some pretty spoopy experiences.
Anyway, my job there was to care for an individual who required constant supervision during the night due to their medical condition. I would have to either be in the room completely silent and somehow stay awake in the dark- or, as was far more common for me and my coworkers, stay out in the great room with the camera feed up on the business ipad(again with the light off, but the option to do other odd jobs around the house).
One night I was on the couch resting after I'd finished my nightly duties, the ipad next to me and my earbuds in so that even if I did drift off, the high volume on the ipad would wake me if my patient needed care and vocalized. I tended to sit in the very early morning hours watching the sky as the sun started to rise. But that night I'd finished especially early and it was close to midnight when I was sitting down for the night.
I was watching out the huge front window, occasionally there were owls or coyotes and it made the night a little more enjoyable. But this night I noticed pretty quickly it was completely silent. No coyotes, no crickets, nothing. That was creepy enough and I started to feel uncomfortable. At some point, as I was looking out across the patio into the desert, I saw something moving in the dark. At first, I thought my eyes had to be tricking me. Besides, my eyes tend to notice any change in lighting and there was a pretty good chance it was just seeing a branch moving in the breeze. But as I looked closer, I realized it was too big to be a branch...and it was moving in a straight line for the window.
I couldn't move, too scared to look away as whatever it was entered the patio. It had the outline of a person, limping across the bricks with dark hair and a face I could make out in the moonlight as far too pale...and eyes wide and crazed. I sunk back into the couch, my body rigid as fear took on an entirely new level. It was getting closer, in a few steps whatever, or whoever it was, would be at the window...and only a thin pane of 1950's glass would be between me and it.
That was when it smiled, revealing a mouth of rotting teeth and I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing myself for the inevitable. At that moment, the woman in my care vocalized, signalling she was awake. I opened my eyes, the patio was empty. Had I fallen asleep? Had I dreamed the whole thing? I guess I'll never know.
You had me on the edge of my seat!!!
That was so scary just to read.
Shivers down my spine. I would not want to experience such a thing, but my whole life I have been haunted by ghosts and manifestations of peoples past emotions and guilt, so I can relate to such a creepy experience with ease.Thank you for sharing!!!
(I know it's not Halloween, but I'm posting anyways. I've had a couple experiences.)
The first one technically isn't a ghost story, but it could still fall within the realm of horror:
A close friend of mine and I were driving around the older parts of town, filming stuff for what we hoped would turn into a fun little Youtube channel for the paranormal. My friend (we'll call her Kat) is a huge believer in the supernatural. I am on the fence, however. I've never done well with creepy things. Yet, she managed to drag me with her.
So, we pulled up to the local 'Demon House'. It's this old, dilapidated manor, with iron gates covering the windows and doors. Vines trail up the columns. A few are rotted. One has actually fallen over. The entire thing needs a good paint job. Kat begs me to go inside through a hole in the back, but as the daughter of an interior designer/architect, I told her no. Things might not be sound enough for us to walk around on. Besides: DEMONS. Not today, thank you very much. We left the salt and iron and holy water in my car, which was a good ways away. (Like stupid stereotypical white girls in a horror movie!) The only thing I have on me is a massive knife Bear Grylls knife.
Instead, we make a compromise, walking around the building. Kat is filming, chattering away on the history, blah blah blah. I'm trailing behind her, keeping an eye out because cops don't like people around the house, and there's been rumors of homeless people living around there. Just a safety precaution. I take these things seriously. Every nook, every cranny is taken note of. Nothing escapes my notice.
We go about the house about two times, once daring to duck into the basement for a few seconds, and then leave. Kat begins shooting some final shots of the house, when I hear something in the woods. I yank the knife out, whirling about, to see a jacket, some boots, and a couple of beer bottles on the edge of the shrubbery. They hadn't been there before. I knew it.
Looking up a little further into the trees, I catch sight of an old man watching us, a grin on his face. Needless to say, I freaked out. I grabbed Kat, shoved her in the direction of the car, and told her to run. The man started after us, but I threatened him with the knife. I'm small, yes, but decently built. I hunt, run, work out. I've taken plenty of self defense classes, can handle most any weapon...I just hoped he would take me seriously.
Thankfully, he did, and stayed a good fifty feet away from me as I ran back to my car. Kat was already in the drivers seat, and we tore out of there. We didn't really know what to do after that. Calling the cops would mean giving away what we had done, and we didn't plan on getting in trouble. But we haven't been back to that house since.
My other story is with my cousin. We'll call her Regan. Like Kat, she's a serious believer in the supernatural. Now, this was recent.
I was spending the night with her in an Air B&B; a cozy little cottage on a large farm. A little creaky at night, but you know, it's just an old house. Nothing to it. We'd rented the place out for a week. My school gives us 2 fall breaks for whatever reason, so the two of us figured we would use the non holiday free week for some time to hang out together.
The first two days were fine. Just the usual creaks and bumps. Simple. We would freak each other out, then laugh it off and forget about it.
The third day, Regan pounds downstairs, acting a little huffy. "What do you want?"
"What?" I asked. I'd been cooking for the last 30 minutes, busy as heck because I don't cook. My cousin looked at me strangely.
"You've been calling me over and over."
"Uh, no, I haven't."
The two of us just look at each other for a moment. Then she shrugs. We chalked it up to her hearing things while blasting music in the bathroom.
The fourth night, Regan asks me where I'm going in the middle of the night. The bathroom door was on my side of the bed we were sharing; on hers was the door to our room. I rolled over and demanded what she meant. She sat bolt upright, stammering about a person at the door.
Again, we chalked it up to imagination. She has glasses. Surely her eyes were playing tricks on her.
The fifth night was where it freaked us out. She woke up again in the middle of the night. Again, she asked me what I was doing, but much quieter than the first night. I was still half asleep when she whispered for me.
"What're you doing?"
"Sleeping," I mumbled.
I felt her reach out and touch me. She stiffened.
"Move slowly. Open your eyes."
Now she had my attention. My slipped under the pillow, where I kept my knife. (Break in years back; I don't sleep without it. Same goes for my katana; it's always next to my bed.) Slowly, I rolled over and opened my eyes.
Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't scream. There was this huge black mass standing over her, almost straddling her. It was darker than the rest of the room. We just lay there, staring at it, until I muttered a quick prayer, and yelled for it to leave. (May or may not have also cussed it out.) The mass dissipated, and we were alone.
Still, we slept with the lights on the rest of the light.
We did some research the next morning, but found nothing on the house. I've heard of shadow people before, and part of me wonders if it was one. The mass didn't seem malicious, honestly. More curious. But it freaked the both of us out.
We asked the owners if they knew anything before we left. They told us that they had seen a shape around before. They'd never given it a name, hoping it would go away if it wasn't acknowledged, but they didn't know if anyone had died within the house. It had never come this close to guests, either. But they did say it had a habit of sitting in the chair in the corner of the bedroom, or at the base of the bed.
Regan and I apologized to whatever it was, but I promise you, I'm never going back there. Like I said, I don't do well with creepy.
The first one technically isn't a ghost story, but it could still fall within the realm of horror:
A close friend of mine and I were driving around the older parts of town, filming stuff for what we hoped would turn into a fun little Youtube channel for the paranormal. My friend (we'll call her Kat) is a huge believer in the supernatural. I am on the fence, however. I've never done well with creepy things. Yet, she managed to drag me with her.
So, we pulled up to the local 'Demon House'. It's this old, dilapidated manor, with iron gates covering the windows and doors. Vines trail up the columns. A few are rotted. One has actually fallen over. The entire thing needs a good paint job. Kat begs me to go inside through a hole in the back, but as the daughter of an interior designer/architect, I told her no. Things might not be sound enough for us to walk around on. Besides: DEMONS. Not today, thank you very much. We left the salt and iron and holy water in my car, which was a good ways away. (Like stupid stereotypical white girls in a horror movie!) The only thing I have on me is a massive knife Bear Grylls knife.
Instead, we make a compromise, walking around the building. Kat is filming, chattering away on the history, blah blah blah. I'm trailing behind her, keeping an eye out because cops don't like people around the house, and there's been rumors of homeless people living around there. Just a safety precaution. I take these things seriously. Every nook, every cranny is taken note of. Nothing escapes my notice.
We go about the house about two times, once daring to duck into the basement for a few seconds, and then leave. Kat begins shooting some final shots of the house, when I hear something in the woods. I yank the knife out, whirling about, to see a jacket, some boots, and a couple of beer bottles on the edge of the shrubbery. They hadn't been there before. I knew it.
Looking up a little further into the trees, I catch sight of an old man watching us, a grin on his face. Needless to say, I freaked out. I grabbed Kat, shoved her in the direction of the car, and told her to run. The man started after us, but I threatened him with the knife. I'm small, yes, but decently built. I hunt, run, work out. I've taken plenty of self defense classes, can handle most any weapon...I just hoped he would take me seriously.
Thankfully, he did, and stayed a good fifty feet away from me as I ran back to my car. Kat was already in the drivers seat, and we tore out of there. We didn't really know what to do after that. Calling the cops would mean giving away what we had done, and we didn't plan on getting in trouble. But we haven't been back to that house since.
My other story is with my cousin. We'll call her Regan. Like Kat, she's a serious believer in the supernatural. Now, this was recent.
I was spending the night with her in an Air B&B; a cozy little cottage on a large farm. A little creaky at night, but you know, it's just an old house. Nothing to it. We'd rented the place out for a week. My school gives us 2 fall breaks for whatever reason, so the two of us figured we would use the non holiday free week for some time to hang out together.
The first two days were fine. Just the usual creaks and bumps. Simple. We would freak each other out, then laugh it off and forget about it.
The third day, Regan pounds downstairs, acting a little huffy. "What do you want?"
"What?" I asked. I'd been cooking for the last 30 minutes, busy as heck because I don't cook. My cousin looked at me strangely.
"You've been calling me over and over."
"Uh, no, I haven't."
The two of us just look at each other for a moment. Then she shrugs. We chalked it up to her hearing things while blasting music in the bathroom.
The fourth night, Regan asks me where I'm going in the middle of the night. The bathroom door was on my side of the bed we were sharing; on hers was the door to our room. I rolled over and demanded what she meant. She sat bolt upright, stammering about a person at the door.
Again, we chalked it up to imagination. She has glasses. Surely her eyes were playing tricks on her.
The fifth night was where it freaked us out. She woke up again in the middle of the night. Again, she asked me what I was doing, but much quieter than the first night. I was still half asleep when she whispered for me.
"What're you doing?"
"Sleeping," I mumbled.
I felt her reach out and touch me. She stiffened.
"Move slowly. Open your eyes."
Now she had my attention. My slipped under the pillow, where I kept my knife. (Break in years back; I don't sleep without it. Same goes for my katana; it's always next to my bed.) Slowly, I rolled over and opened my eyes.
Honestly, I'm surprised I didn't scream. There was this huge black mass standing over her, almost straddling her. It was darker than the rest of the room. We just lay there, staring at it, until I muttered a quick prayer, and yelled for it to leave. (May or may not have also cussed it out.) The mass dissipated, and we were alone.
Still, we slept with the lights on the rest of the light.
We did some research the next morning, but found nothing on the house. I've heard of shadow people before, and part of me wonders if it was one. The mass didn't seem malicious, honestly. More curious. But it freaked the both of us out.
We asked the owners if they knew anything before we left. They told us that they had seen a shape around before. They'd never given it a name, hoping it would go away if it wasn't acknowledged, but they didn't know if anyone had died within the house. It had never come this close to guests, either. But they did say it had a habit of sitting in the chair in the corner of the bedroom, or at the base of the bed.
Regan and I apologized to whatever it was, but I promise you, I'm never going back there. Like I said, I don't do well with creepy.
(Not a ghost story But is complete horror for me)
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night , I am not sure if I dream it but it’s scary. And then I can’t move and barely breath , but I can hear and make soft noises but I am not able to speak
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night , I am not sure if I dream it but it’s scary. And then I can’t move and barely breath , but I can hear and make soft noises but I am not able to speak
Cookiesareyummie wrote:
(Not a ghost story But is complete horror for me)
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night , I am not sure if I dream it but it’s scary. And then I can’t move and barely breath , but I can hear and make soft noises but I am not able to speak
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night , I am not sure if I dream it but it’s scary. And then I can’t move and barely breath , but I can hear and make soft noises but I am not able to speak
Ooh, that sounds like sleep paralysis. I've been lucky enough to never experience it, but my aunt has, and it's terrifying from what she says. I've heard the best way to ward it off is to not sleep on your back (if you can). If you feel yourself waking up, and you can't move or breathe, do not open your eyes! Just ignore it, try to wiggle your toes and fingers, and the feeling should pass. Just don't open your eyes! People tend to hallucinate terrifying things if they open their eyes.
Hope this helps!
Skrifa wrote:
Cookiesareyummie wrote:
(Not a ghost story But is complete horror for me)
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night , I am not sure if I dream it but it’s scary. And then I can’t move and barely breath , but I can hear and make soft noises but I am not able to speak
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night , I am not sure if I dream it but it’s scary. And then I can’t move and barely breath , but I can hear and make soft noises but I am not able to speak
Ooh, that sounds like sleep paralysis. I've been lucky enough to never experience it, but my aunt has, and it's terrifying from what she says. I've heard the best way to ward it off is to not sleep on your back (if you can). If you feel yourself waking up, and you can't move or breathe, do not open your eyes! Just ignore it, try to wiggle your toes and fingers, and the feeling should pass. Just don't open your eyes! People tend to hallucinate terrifying things if they open their eyes.
Hope this helps!
Yes I hallucinate probably during it ,
I start seeing a creepy ghost girl , and yes it’s terrifying, I usually sleep on my side but sometimes when I just can’t sleep I lay on my back.Yes that’s what I usually do wiggelong my toes and fingers and 1 time I managed to lift my arm but it made me incredibly tired
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