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It has been said that the definition of insanity is "doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results". I understand the sentiment behind the saying, but it's wrong. I entered the building on a bet. I was strapped for cash and didn't buy into the old legends of the hotel to begin with, so fifty bucks was more than enough to get me do it. It was simple. Just reach the top floor, the 45th floor, shine my flashlight from a window. The hotel was old and broken, including the elevator, so that meant hiking up the stairs. So up the stairs I went. As I reached each platform, I noted the old brass plaques displaying the floor numbers. 15, 16, 17, 18. I felt a little tired as I crept higher, but so far, no ghosts, no cannibals, no demons. Piece of cake. I can't tell you how happy I was as I entered that last stretch of numbers. 1 joyfully counted them aloud at each platform. 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 44. 1 stopped and looked back down the stairs. I must have miscounted, so I con- tinued up. 44. One more flight. 44. And then down ten flights. 44. Fifteen flights. 44. And so it's been for as long as I can remember. So really, insanity isn't doing something repeatedly and expecting different results. It is knowing, that the results will never ever change; that each door leads to the same staircase, to the same number. It's realizing you no longer fall asleep. It's, not knowing, whether you've been running for days or weeks or years. It's when the sobbing slowly turns into laughter
All Monsters are Human You've always had a slightly ridiculous phobia of mirrors. It's never interfered with your life before, except in small and completely inconsequential ways. You'd close your eyes during a middle school session of Bloody Mary, would rush past them in a dark hallway, things any red blooded American raised on a steady diet of horror and gore would call more habit than oddity. One night, late, you're getting ready to go out with some friends. You feel grimy, so you all decide to get ready at your apartment where you can clean up with your own products. Ev- eryone's hanging out, taking pictures, and gonerally having fun as you decide to wash your makeup off and start fresh. You decide that the quickest way to do this is the way they show in commercials, where you get it all over with at once by splashing water over your tightly shut eyes and completely soaking your bathroom floor. You glance up quickly to be sure that your friends don't notice your moment of hesitation when it's time to close your oyes and scrub within sight of the mirror. As you rinse off your face, your eyes open to see your reflection staring back at you, which is not unusual, What is slightly off, however, is that when you go to leave, the other you does not. You stare at each other with wide eyes, waiting to see what happens next. You turn to your friends to see if they're seeing what you're seeing to find their grins growing wider, too wide to be quite human. Their eyes turn as black as coal, and they start to walk forward. Your reflection and your friends reflections start to scream. Your friends lunge for- ward towards their dopplegangers. You always knew you were on the wrong side. As your oyos begin to burn in an entirely sick, ploasant way, your grin stretches wide. Too wide. 😈
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In the small town of Eldridge, nestled between rolling hills and endless fields of wildflowers, there was a high school where two mismatched souls danced around each other without realizing the pull of fate weaving their stories together. Orion was a boy with black, messy hair that seemed to defy gravity and brown eyes that held a deep sense of curiosity. At sixteen, he was a year older than his classmates, including the girl who occupied his thoughts more than he cared to admit — Jenny. Jenny was a vision of ethereal beauty, her long black hair flowing like a waterfall, framing her delicate face. Her bright blue eyes sparkled like the clearest summer sky, contrasting starkly with her dark hair and introverted demeanor. Just like Orion, she was a loner, often sitting quietly in the cafeteria with a sketchbook open on the table, drawing scenes from her imagination. She blended into the background, a hidden gem in a world that sped past her. Orion typically sat alone, his head buried in books about astronomy or fantasy worlds, often glancing towards Jenny's table. He admired her from afar, mesmerized by the way she transferred her dreams onto paper with effortless grace. They had exchanged brief smiles and nods in the hallways, but circumstances had never aligned for them to truly connect. On a rainy Tuesday afternoon, fate intervened. The school announced an unexpected half-day due to a sudden storm, releasing the students just as the skies opened up. As the rain poured down in heavy sheets, Orion sighed, hoping he would make it home without getting drenched. However, as he stepped outside, he noticed Jenny standing under the eaves of the school building, clutching her sketchbook protectively against her chest. "Hey, Jenny!" Orion called out, contemplating whether to brave the raindrops or wait it out. She looked up, surprised that he was speaking to her. "Hi, Orion." she replied, her voice barely above the sound of the rain. There was a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, which quickly melted into a soft smile. "What are you going to do? Wait here? You’ll get soaked." He gestured to the rainclouds hanging ominously overhead. Jenny shrugged, her shoulders drooping slightly. "I guess I’ll just wait until it lightens up a bit. It’s not like I have anywhere to be." A thought flickered in Orion's mind. "Do you want to share an umbrella? I mean, if that’s okay with you." Jenny nodded appreciatively, a shy smile spreading across her lips. Orion offered her his umbrella, and they walked together, side by side, as they navigated through the rain. Their laughter echoed off the pavement as they splashed through puddles, the tension of solitude dissipating with every step they took. Once they reached a small café that was hidden away on a side street, they decided to take shelter from the rain. Inside, they found refuge and ordered hot chocolate, their spirits lifted by the warmth of their surroundings. They began to talk, laughter spilling out between them like music. Orion shared stories about the constellations, and Jenny opened up about her drawings - her passion igniting her eyes with a fervor that captivated him. Hours seemed to melt away as the rain continued to pour outside. With each passing moment, Orion felt a connection forming, a thread connecting their hearts. He admired everything about Jenny: her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about her art, and the kindness that radiated from her gentle spirit. He felt a warmth spreading through him, a spark igniting in the depths of his lonely soul. As the rain finally began to dwindle, they made their way outside, now more comfortable with each other than they had ever been. The storm had left a fresh scent in the air, invigorating and electric. Orion stole a glance at Jenny and felt a surge of courage — could he really risk everything? “Jenny, can I ask you something?” His voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to catch her attention. “Sure, what is it?” He hesitated for a moment, heart pounding in his chest. “Would you… would you like to, I don’t know, maybe hang out again? Like… together, just the two of us?” Jenny’s cheeks flushed a soft pink as she took a step closer, her blue eyes locking onto his. “I’d like that a lot, Orion.” Encouraged, his next words tumbled out, “I really like you, Jenny.” Silence hung in the air between them, charged and electric. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them under the fading gray sky. Jenny’s lips curled into a smile, and without thinking, she reached for his hand. Orion couldn’t believe his lucky stars as their fingers entwined, feelings radiating between them. In that moment, nothing else mattered. 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✧⋆⁺₊ INSOMNIA ⋆⁺₊✧ By: Random person (*FYI NOT SMUT* ) “Is sleeping good for you”? That's a question I always ask. I have Insomnia which makes it hard to fall asleep, stay asleep, or get quality sleep. I get all 3 of those, but the good thing is that I get cookies. I’m not really sure why I get cookies before I sleep, because doesn’t it cause cavities? I mean, I brush my teeth, then go to sleep. But, like why? I almost forgot to introduce myself, my name is Keith. Yeah, KEITH. Such a boring name. My parents could have named me any, and ANY name other than KEITH. They could have named me Bob and I would’ve been happy with that. At least I have a name unlike “ “ yeah the name in quotation marks is their name. It’s literally just 2 spaces. We nickname her Maria because that's what she wants her name to be. She’s depressed and gothic like. Honestly having “ “ is just kinda sad. I feel bad for her. Her birth parents definitely have no creativity. At least she has a last name to replace her real name. Anyways, back to my Insomnia. I f there was a Mr. Beast challenge that is named “ LAST ONE TO GO TO SLEEP WINS!” video I would’ve won the challenge. Honestly at this point I'm bragging about my Insomnia. Let's get to the side effects Chapter 2 is next time (if y'all like it)  *  ⠀.      .          ⠀✦  ˚              * .⠀           .        .      ✦⠀       ,              . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.          ⠀⠀⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀              ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* ⠀⠀⠀.          . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.             .   ゚ .             .                ✦      ,       . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀       *           . .             .   ✦⠀       ,         *      ⠀    ⠀  , ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.        ⠀   ⠀.    ˚   ⠀ ⠀    ,      .              .       *⠀  ⠀       ⠀✦⠀        *                  .     .    .               .            ˚        ゚     .  .⠀ ⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀,      ✦⠀        ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) save ur inocence
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