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2023.03.21 17:19 Brief-Loquat-3897 2013 ford escape se

Today while heading to school I was going 30 and suddenly the vehicle ahead slowed to a dead stop and I had to put my brake pedal to the floor to stop and when I did the front started to make noise. Did not hear noise after the fact but just wanna know what would have caused it?
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2023.03.21 07:57 TheTomlette A car wreck that isn't my fault is driving up my insurance

So this happened in TX in August 2021, which means the two year statute of limitations is this year. I think it'll be easier to break this up into two parts.
The event:
On a major highway in smallish town at around 10:30 at night, I was driving a white Chevy hybrid North as was an 18 wheeler. I was in the left lane, and he was in the right. I was traveling the speed limit of 55 mph. As we neared a crossover (put there because of a few businesses and a residential road to the west, directly across from this crossover [4 lane highway, 2 lanes south, 2 lanes north, and a median separating them - hence, crossover, which also had it's own turning lane]), I had just begun passing the 18 wheeler when he began an illegal left turn from the right lane. He did not even put on his blinker until he began turning.
At first, I thought he was switching lanes, so I decelerated. However, too late I realized he was turning, and that my only chance of escape was to make a hard turn left into the crossover as well, and hope he saw me in time to change direction. He didn't, and collided with my rear passenger door and did significant damage to the rear of the car. It ended up being totaled.
I am a brain injury survivor from a horse accident in 2013. I suffer from many symptoms due to this injury.... Including, but not limited to, seizures, disorientation, problems with balance, and stuttering. The stress of the situation brought on all of these symptoms and then some. To get me out of the car and to the ambulance, even with my cane that I keep with me, it took two emergency personnel on either side of me. Suffice to say, when asked what happened, I answered to the best of my ability, but my communication skills were highly compromised at the time.
After:
I hired an attorney literally the next day. It took the PD longer than expected with the report. When it came out, they ruled the accident both the truck driver's and my fault, saying that though I was not speeding, I still had failed to control my speed. Interestingly enough, in the report, the write up about the accident did not match the diagram, which my attorney noticed.
I also have a chronic neck injury from past injuries. The wreck aggravated it. I went to months of chiropractic care.
I spent a long time scared to drive, and longer scared to drive long distances. I would have mild panic attacks when I ended up at red lights next to a big rig. Never got treatment for that.
Eventually, my attorney made sure that both my insurance and their insurance paid out... But did not believe that my case was worth pursuing in court for his office.
Today:
I'm disabled because of the brain injury, which means I'm on a fixed income. Which means that because of all of this ordeal, my car insurance has gone up pretty noticeably. It's almost to a point that I can't afford to pay it. I lost a vehicle I had less than a year. My neck bothers me more than it ever has in my life. Driving is better... But I used to make my ends meet by doing rideshare or Door Dash, and I was Dashing for the first time in a long time when the wreck happened. I'm really, really reluctant to do it again even though I know I shouldn't be. And I still get anxious if I'm next to a couple of 18 wheelers for too long.
Do I still have a case? A case worth pursuing? Could I get the wreck off my record and get my insurance down?
Edit: Okay, I seem to have not made myself clear, and I apologize for that. I'm very tired. I actually know I have a case, but it wasn't worth pursuing for my last attorney, and he said as much. He even suggested in his last unofficial and official communication with me that I consider finding other representation should I want to go through with a suit. Why did he not want to go forward with it? Because he said he did not think I would look sympathetic enough to a jury to win with as few injuries as I had. I have not had any settlements. Money exchanged at this point were insurance payouts. I have not signed anything saying I would not take legal action against anyone.
As for my insurance, they did no investigation - they went off of the police report. In fact, the entire way they handled the wreck almost had me change companies then. It was this year, when they went up again on everyone that I decided to look elsewhere for coverage when I found out the wreck was on my record as being partially my fault, making it virtually impossible for me to get affordable insurance anywhere. That's why I've suddenly considered going to court again.
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2023.03.20 23:27 Mountain_Exchange_66 Offroad teardrop with city water add-on diagram

Hello! Hoping yall can look at my plumbing diagram and see if there are any obvious blunders. The water tank, pump, spray port and gas water heater are already apart of this system and they have worked well for boondocking, lately more and more of our trips have been to places that have hookups and I really like the idea of adding a city water line so I'm not constantly refilling the tank.
I'm pulling out all the 1/2"id vinyl hose and replacing with pex tubing. I have a regulator I'll put before the city water hookup but not sure how much of that is needed if I'm using pex anyway. Right now I'm teeing hot and cold together for the spray port so I don't have to cut a larger faucet box into the camper. If the water mix doesn't work well then I'll cut the box in or just put some ball valves on each line to dial-in the water temp. I've already tested a 1/4 turn spigot with quick connect on the port and that works amazingly well. My biggest concern is the water heater setup. The heater is mounted into a pelican case that is mounted to the outside of the camper. It works really well for what it is but the kids have a hard time adjusting the temp on it, my idea was to plumb pex lines into it and then tie the hot water into a faucet next to it, then they can easily dial-in temps like a regular shower. I'm curious if the water pressure will work in this setup. My pump has adjustable psi up to 125, which is way more than I need. The head on the pump is more than I need and it supports more sinks and outlets than I'm using. Not pictured on the diagram are capped low-point drains for hot and cold water.
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Edit forgot the link for the pic. https://imgur.com/a/DTLIXh3
Appreciate and assistance!
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2023.03.19 18:55 QuestioningEspecialy Arcanum (RUS) Patches & Mods Compilation 1/4 (GrandFix, 1.5 Expansion, Mods Pack)

Felt in the mood to whip this mod list together for the Russian side Arcanum: Of Steamworks and Magick Obscura after posting the English side in November (updates needed). Only took too many hours to count. 🤷🏿‍♂️
(section removed because 40k character limit)
 
Related Posts: * Arcanum (RUS) Patches & Mods Compilation 0/4 (GrandFix, ReBulid Beta, old Arcanum Club, Multiplayer) * Arcanum (RUS) Patches & Mods Compilation 1/4 (GrandFix, 1.5 Expansion, Mods Pack) * Arcanum (RUS) Patches & Mods Compilation 2/4 (Total Rebalance, ReBulid Beta, High Quality Modules) * Arcanum (RUS) Patches & Mods Compilation 3/4 (vk, old Arcanum Club, Arcane Coast) * Arcanum (RUS) Patches & Mods Compilation 4/4 (patches galore, Multiplayer, Arcanum Club) * Arcanum Patches & Mods Compilation (what to download) [ENG]
 
WARNING: Clicking a "direct download" link will initiate the download. You're putting your faith in a stranger here.
WARNING: Be vigilant with ArcanumClub.org's download links, could've sworn some took me to a trojen page twice but now they're just deadlinked. Initially noticed this on their Arcanum 1.5 Expansion v Mod.2012 page and re-experienced it weeks later after tesing the first "download from Yandex. Disk" link.
WARNING: Every now and then, an old.arcanumclub.org download link will send me to a page to download a Firefox addon as part of a security check. Close it and reopen the same link. I've never seen it happen twice in a row. Would not recommend trusting that bs page, btw.
 

Notes

  • Some websites failed to translate on Google Translate, but worked fine on Yandex Translate. Others failed on both (especially archived pages), but translate fine on the Linguist addon. Links that have "(Russian)" after them fall into the third category.
    • Linguist's Auto Translate feature may fail on vk.com for some reason.
    • be aware that the download links may not work through Yandex Translate
    • Yandex Translate's links are only temporary and I'd rather DeGoogle, so only original links will be provided.
    • If your readme files appear as untranslatable gibberish (e.g.: Ýòîò ïàò÷ ïðåäñòàâëÿåò) and you, like me, got tired of searching for a simple (and convenient) solution, then just drag & drop the .txt file into your web browser and (since Linguist cannot compute for some reason) copy it all over to Yandex Translate.
  • terra-arcanum.com's download links may end with a file extension (e.g.: exe, zip), but it's actually a download page. 🤷🏿‍♂️
  • While connected to NordVPN, https://yadi.sk/i links may not convert to https://disk.yandex.com and https://docviewer.yandex.com links may not work at all.
  • If you spot the deadlink http://forums.arcanumclub.ru/index.php?showtopic=11696 [for "Mods Pack by Foxx для Arcanum 1.5 Expansion (2012)"] while browsing Russian forums, just use https://forums.arcanumclub.org/?showtopic=11696 instead.
  • Some links got expanded on in the post (and even combed) while others didn't. Life's too short.
  • You'll notice some things mentioned in brief only to be expanded on and even hyperlinked elsewhere in this or another post. Make your peace with it.
  • (clear) = "No security vendors and no sandboxes flagged this file as malicious" on virustotal.com.
  • (combed) = you can skip the page because I already went through and added everything relevant to the post, but decided to included the link anyway for whatever reason.
 

GrandFix 1.3

(07/01/2021) & (28.1.2007?) by Double G, formerly known as Gentle_Giant Mega.nz download: GrandFix1.3_MiniFixGG2.exe (07.01.2021) * WARNING: The Mega.nz download has a "W32.AIDetect.malware2" and "Malicious" detection on its VirusTotal.com page. old.arcanumclub.org's Grand_Fix (ru) Version 1.3 (GrandFix1_3.zip) (direct download) (1/1/2007?) old.arcanumclub.org post/readme forums.arcanumclub.org latest post (29.8.2020) forums.arcanumclub.org discussion post (28.1.2007) Steam guide post (1 Mar, 2022) * WARNING: The Steam guide's download has a single "Malware.Heuristic.1003" detection on its VirusTotal.com page. old.arcanumclub.org's All versions of Grand_Fix, additions, fixes, mini-fixes, installation description, screenshots. forums.arcanumclub.org's Grand_Fix fourm
 
Details:
  • "fix/patch for Arcanum of any version, it fixes a number of glitches, localizer errors and some other shortcomings (see the fixes section for more details ). It is possible to consider this patch as an alternative crack."
  • Text cracker (makes Russian)
  • Russification non-optional
  • "used as a Russifier of the original English version"
  • "has much less influence on the game's balance than many other localizations"
  • "most stable and time-tested Russian version of Arcanum"
    • (not sure if still accurate)
  • Da real Asrudin (aka DrA) and Dedeco's BugFixes v. 2.2 and 2.3 incldued
  • Otto Krupp's All In One fix/hack incldued
  • Lost Items Mod (LIM) included
    • set of files included in GF that allows you to get items in the game, for some reason, not finalized by Troika Games and, as a result, not included in the release version of Arcanum.
    • Mechanical Followers: Clockwork Decoy, Noise Maker Decoy/Bellringer, Clockwork Physician, Illuminated Decoy, Explosive Decoy, Charged Automaton
    • Weapons: Hushed Pistol, Shreck's Multibarreled Pistol, Folding Rifle, Levered Machinegun
    • Tech item and its blueprint: Staff Of Teleportation
    • Weapon Schematic: Charged Axe
  • Addons
    • LevelHack - removes the 50 level limit for the hero and NPCs.
    • ManualsHack - reduces the weight of all Technologist Manuals and makes them "readable". [enabled by default]
    • PortraitPacks - optional alternative portraits for some NPC followers from other versions of Arcanum, possibly demo or European. The portrait pack includes the following portraits: Bane of the Kree, Chukka, Jaina Stiles, Kraka Tur.
    • RndEncFix - mini fix "Random Encounter Bug Fix" to remove repeated occurrences of a random encounter with the Mysterious Ghost, the so-called. "Mysterious Apparition". (see note)
  • gamer_777's fix for game crashing after level 50
  • Gentle_Giant's fix for random encounters after level 50
  • MiniFixGG2 included (direct download) (23.7.2007)
    • Bug fixes in GF v. 1.3: Ristezze, Magnus, Gilbert Bates, Jormund's jailer, Daniel Halloway, Madame Leal, Mr. Franklin (DLG fix; thorn)
    • As part of LIM, a new weapon for mages has been added - the one-handed sword Vampire's Touch Blade. Based on an unused Troika Games spell Drain Life, which was significantly changed: made workable, added effect. Look for a new item on sale from mages; very rare
    • new Animal Lure / Animal Lure scheme
    • new scheme and image for Arrows technologists
    • changed assortment of goods at sellers quite significantly
    • improved names and descriptions of several items
    • changed ground art of a couple of items
  • compatible with modifications that don't replace arcanum4.dat and arcanum.patch0
    • "conflicts are probably possible due to the use of common script numbers, indexes from MES files, etc."
  • compatible with Cargo Hold (Rasputin the Mad Monk)
  • incompatible with CarArcanum
 

GrandFix patches

by Gentle_Giant (seems like these two aren't included in the latest GrandFix 1.3 installation, but I could be wrong)
 
Details:
  • Arronax Mod: The relationship of this micro mod to GF is very conditional… It changes Arronax's SPA and ART so that he can use any armor and weapon. To install the mod, you need to drop arcanum. patch1 in the ’modules ' folder, if such a file already exists, then rename arcanum. patch1, based on the sequential numbering. Perform manual" cleaning " of temporary files in the 'maps' folder (see about this in the GF readme). The mod will have no effect if you start with a save in Void or have already taken Arronax to the team.
  • Townmaps Fix: An optional fix that contains townmaps fixes for Black Root, Black Mountain Clan, and Kree — not the maps themselves, but their panarama display. Drop the contents of the archive in the directory with the game installed. If you want, you can pack a DAT file with a name like arcanum.patchX, where X is a number greater than or equal to 0 (numbering should go in a row). The fix can be used not only in conjunction with GF, but also with other patches/mods; provided that they did not change the maps of the corresponding cities.
 

Grand Fix 1.1 & 1.3 "cosmetic" Expansion Style Patch

(5.10.2009) (05/12/2013) by aRUSt (Avis Nepos) old.arcanumclub.org 1.1 post (5.10.2009) old.arcanumclub.org 1.3 (Message #12) (11.10.2011) disk.yandex downloads: GF1.1's GF1.1 Expansion style patch v.1.0.rar, GF1.3's Patches for GF1.1 Expansion style BETA1.rar (installs ontop of the former)
 
Details:
  • both versions require GrandFix 1.1 [Arcanum_GrandFix_1.1.zip (direct download)]
  • v1.1
    • translation of the game from Expansion 1.5 (i.e., the translation of Fargus + the delights of enthusiasts from arcanumclub.ru), mixed with the translation from GrandFix1.1 (dialogues with their fixes; for example, almost everything from there. Also, more logical (in my opinion) names are taken from there.
    • Race names are taken entirely from Expansion 1.5-Fargus
  • v1.3
    • I decided to just add to my "cosmetic" patch everything that would bring it closer to GF1.3. In addition, along the way, something else was finalized with a file.
    • Fixed a lot of names and inaccuracies in the texts of the dialogues.
    • almost like GF1.3, but with a peculiar translation and without Lost Items Mod. And whenever possible (and desired), I continue to correct mistakes in translation and style.
    • (basically an attempt to bring GF1.1 up to GF1.3 without losing the Expansion style patch's changes)
  • includes Mod Arcanum 1.5 Expansion (not sure which RC version, though)
 

Unofficial Patch 1.0.7.5, For the English version of Arcanum

(10.5.2007) (17.3.2009 last edited) by thorn ENG downloads: 1075b1.zip (direct download), 01283The_Watchdog.zip (direct download)
 
Details:
  • it largely repeats the GrandFix (GF), but does not Russify the game (or include modifications?)
  • changelog (205 entries) in post
 

Arcanum 1.5 Expansion Mod

Expansion v. 2012 (RC8) (30.12.2014) (August 20, 2020) by san & gamer_777 trailer (Feb 18, 2016) (Russian) Old.ArcanumClub.org's page (December 30, 2014) Old.ArcanumClub.org's Screenshot Gallery Old.ArcanumClub.org's Arcanum 1.5 Expansion Mod (2012): how to download and install page for v. 2012 Old.ArcanumClub.org's Arcanum 1.5 Expansion Mod: how to download and install page for v. 2006 (10.11.2006?) Screesnhots: 1 2 3 4 5 forums.arcanumclub.org's Arcanum 1.5 — Expansion forum gamer_777's FAQ (August 20, 2020) gamer_777's forum FAQ (29.8.2012) news (arcanumclub.org download links excluded for cautionary reasons, also because they suddenly stopped working for me anyway) direct download links: arcanum-1-5-expansion-2012.zip (RC8) & Expansion2012_rc5.exe (RC5)
 
Details:
  • "the game itself, with a large number of additions and fixes. New locations, quests, NPCs, artifacts, items, interiors, dialogs, characters, etc. were added to the game. Bugs were fixed, translation was corrected, and a large number of new graphics were introduced. But the ultimate goal of the game is the same."
  • All diagrams, items, and graphics from both projects are correctly combined. Locations from Arcanum 1.5 Expansion (2006) have been updated to include new items, schematics, NPCs, and quests. Text translation has been improved and adapted to GrandFix (dwarf-dwarf, Scalers, etc.).
  • This version of the mod is only compatible with the original English version of the game!
  • The mod is NOT compatible with the "builds" of the game or with most other mods.
  • The mod is NOT compatible with saved games made before installing it.
  • Be sure to start the game from the beginning!
  • The current version of the mod (RC8) is compatible with saved games from previous versions (RC1-RC7).
Includes:
  • Art of "Illumination Bait" and "Exploding Bait" — Copyright © T'e'mhbiu`
  • Patch for solving problems with game performance under Windows 8/10 — Copyright © the Wine project
  • Changes to Arkanum's base locations. New locations in fashion.
  • Modifications:
    • Automatic satellite level upgrade - The level of a companion is automatically increased when joining a group, if it is lower than that of the main character. (optional)
    • Level Hack - Removes the 50 level limit for the main character and NPC. (disabled by default)
    • Reloading magic Staffs - You can now recharge your magic Staffs in magic shops for a small fee.
    • Banking system - In A Commercial Bank Taranta you can always take out a loan or make a deposit.
    • Cargo Hold - Adds a ship's hold where you can sleep and store items.
    • Exchange Fate Point For Char Point - Expansion includes a mod that allows you to exchange Fate Points for character points (Char Point).
    • Playing pool - You can play billiards in some of the Arcanum's bars. The amount and chances of winning depend on the main character's "Game" skill.
    • Continuation of the game after the final - After winning, the main character returns back to the Ring of Brodgar, getting the opportunity to choose: finish the game or continue. Along with the continuation of the game, Troika Games ' Easter eggs will also be activated — voiced replicas of some satellites, if you ask them about their plans for the future.
    • Potato with Lemon - [with patience,] you can repeatedly harvest lemon trees and potato bushes, which increases the value of the lemon and potato battery scheme.
    • Manual View Patch - Changes the appearance of the covers of technological manuals.
  • Major changes to locations
    • Grayswandir - A small town on the outskirts of the United Kingdom. Greyswandir lives on tourism and is not much like other provincial cities — its architecture is not inferior to the best areas Taranta. There is a fashionable hotel, a rich tavern, shops.
    • Dragon's Treasure Cave - For treasure hunters of Arcanum. There are not many monsters — this is not another dungeon with hordes of evil spirits. But there's a lot to see here. And what to take.
    • Unicorn Grove - An unusual place on the island of Kattan, which is easy to get to, but not easy to return to. You can find a new artifact here. However, it will also be difficult to get it.
    • Misty Hills - New magic shop, graveyard, Mage's hut, magic portal, basements, etc.
    • Tarantula - Tarantula it became noticeably larger. Several new quests, new items, new characters, voice acting of bed scenes in a brothel, a full-fledged Bank, a jewelry store, a police department and the opportunity to become a bounty hunter.
    • Tulla - Here you can meet the Mysterious The Merchant, from which you can buy many valuable magic items.
  • Satellites
    • Annie — young the elf girl with a rare specialization of archer technologist. It can be found at the very beginning of the game.
    • Torian Kel now an expert in melee and evasion. And unlike all the other companions, it can be easily resurrected with dragon's blood..
    • Arronax he has become stronger and can wear any armor..
    • Raven now it does not cause problems with water magic, preferring natural magic.
    • Geoffrey Tarrelond-Ash abandoned fire magic and now prefers mental magic.
    • Sebastian and Wallinger Now the firearms experts.
  • Flow charts
    • Mechanical Boots - By combining Metal Boots and a Small Spring, you get simple and comfortable shoes for all weather conditions.!
    • Charged Boomerang - Made by combining a Balanced Boomerang and a Charged Ring, it can teach even the most armored opponents a lesson. .
    • Crossbow - an ancient weapon in a new way! Reliable and deadly, it will not leave your enemies a single chance!
    • Flow Neutralizer (Technological amulet) - It is a miniature device made by connecting Electrical Accessories and Flow Spectrometer, provides excellent protection against many spells! Excellent!
    • Note: the mod also includes GrandFix and its schemes: Arrows, a Teleporting Device, a Loaded Axe, a Loaded Automaton, a Mechanical Decoy, an Explosive Bait, an Animal Bait, a Multi-Barreled Shrek Pistol.
  • Backstories/Backgrounds
    • Messenger of the High Elves - Quentorien is not the last settlement of the light ones the elves in Arcanum. But for many more centuries, the portals to their cities will be hidden from the inhabitants of the Known world of Arcanum. The Firstborn don't like technology, and they're not interested in open-world frameworks. But some of the Higher Ones were interested in the looming conflict. After all, all communities of carriers of life and death affect each other in an incomprehensible way. A Messenger from the Highest has been sent to tip the scales to the necessary balance. For the inhabitants of the famous Arcanum, he may seem like a god, but his natural characteristics are not unique. It is important to remember-for whom and when. Beauty (+2), Charm (+4), Intelligence (+2), Willpower (+2). However, his arrogance is something, even by standards the elves (-4 max. followers), and about money vyshni elves they don't think twice about it (he starts without money).
    • Killer - You are a professional hitman. You are able to be invisible (Sneak +4) and know a lot about your craft (Rear Kick +4). But a lot of brutal murders have left a certain mark on your Charm (-1) and Worldview (-50, and it will NEVER improve). You got on the airship, chasing your next victim, until you almost became a victim yourself.
    • My Favorites - You firmly believe that you are the " Chosen One "who will one day save the world from"Great Evil." You have spent your entire life preparing for this moment by learning combat skills (all combat skills +4). But recently you were declared mentally ill and placed in a mental hospital, which did not affect your character in the best way (Charm -3). However, thanks to your megalomania (Willpower +2), you did not give up, but managed to escape and hide on the airship. You don't have any money.
    • Alien - You were not born in Arcanum, but accidentally entered it through an unstable portal that threw you out after the airship crashed. It is almost impossible to go back. You'll have to start a new life here, pretending to be a disaster survivor. In your own world, you were an educated person (Intelligence +4) and even enjoyed shooting (Perception +2, Firearms +4). But you also had a lot of bad habits and clearly neglected going to the gym, which affected your Strength (-2) and Physique (-4). In addition, you sometimes behave very strangely by the standards of Arcanum (-10 to the Reaction). You had some money with you, but with these green papers in your pocket, you didn't have any money. Arkanuma can only light a fire or go to the toilet…
    • Munchkin - You are simply obsessed with mania, which you call the word "pumping" incomprehensible to others. This gives you 30% more experience than normal players People. Unfortunately, you have atrophied your Charm (-6) and all your social skills (and these skills can NEVER be improved). You start with your favorite two-handed weapon, bitterly complaining that due to weight restrictions, you were not allowed to take a bunch of armor with you on the airship, which you spent all your money on.
    • The witcher - You earn a living by destroying various monsters. And you're pretty good at it, thanks to your excellent reflexes (Dexterity: +2, Evasion: +4) and speed (+5). But a life full of dangers and hardships has pretty much battered you (Beauty: -3), turning you into a harsh lone wolf (Charm can NEVER be higher than 8. No more than one companion.). Having heard that in the tunnels under Using a tarantula there were a lot of monsters, you went on the road, spending your savings on a ticket.
  • includes the official patch 1.0.7.4, GrandFix patch / Russifier, and MiniFixGG2
  • included with Grand Fix 1.1 & 1.3 "cosmetic" Expansion Style Patch
  • compatible with Arcanum High Resolution Patch 1.1a and Arcanum High Resolution Patch 1.5
  • compatible with individual modules
  • compatible with High Quality Townmaps [high-quality-townmaps.zip (direct download)]
    • if you install a special patch HQT compatibility patch (direct download) immediately after installing High Quality Townmaps.
  • compatible with High Quality Music (direct download)
    • but if you intend to use the lossless option [Arcanum_OST_Lossless.exe (direct download)], then be sure to install HQ Music Patch for Expansion (direct download) instead of the patch from Droga.
  • Can add Russian voice acting to videos
    • download [the] Video clips in Russian from Fargus (direct download) and unzip it to the "game folder" /modules/Arcanum/
 

Tweaker for Arcanum 1.5 Expansion Mod RC8

(August 20, 2020) by gamer_777 forum post (17.1.2020) arcanumclub.org's direct download
 
Details:
  • This tiny program allows you to disable various small features in the Expansion mod
  • requires Expansion v. 2012 (RC8)
 

Mods Pack v1.9 for Arcanum 1.5 Expansion (2012)

(4.2.2017) by Foxx Yandex's Mods Pack for Arcanum Expansion.zip download folder
 
Details:
Mod List:
  • Betty Fix для Arcanum Expansion RC7 (gamer_777) - Fixes a serious and very ancient bug (apparently this bug was already present in Expansion 2006, because that Betty and everything related to it was made back in those distant times).
  • Arcanum_Fixed_Script для Arcanum Expansion RC7 (gamer_777) - Fix scripts for several characters in the game if you cast a will control spell on these characters or turn them into zombies using the Necromizer. This bug is also present on the original English version of the game. I checked it out. GrandFix doesn't fix this bug.
  • Official modules from Troika Games (HQ from Gentle_Giant & gamer_777) - This is a collection of official modules from Troika Games. They differ from the original versions with high-quality city maps (townmaps), the presence of music (for example, during a battle), and translation into Russian.
    • It includes the following modules:
    • -> Buried Secrets: A small mod or rather an instruction for novice mod builders. A dark story about a buried holy man, a mysterious manuscript and the living dead.
    • -> Deathmatch: Remember the pit on the The Island of Despair is something similar. Joy for the war: there is practically no plot.
    • -> Dusty Dunes: Remember Franklin Payne? Here you will meet this brave traveler. This mod is somewhat more "informative" than the two mentioned above: there is even a love story…
    • -> Hellgate: A little detective story. Who opened the Gates of Hell and flooded the area with demons? Who is really guilty and who is the slanderer? Find out for yourself…
    • -> Time: Probably the most interesting module of all. Time travel: to the past, future, and alternative future; the ability to influence the fate of people and cities, etc..
    • -> Woodmir Race: If you dream of a jackpot of 50,000 gold coins, play it. Almost no plot, just "race and mochilovo" for money.
    • -> Lost Dungeon of Souls
    • -> Vormantown (maps)
  • Unofficial Escape Tarant module (translated by aRUSt) - Plot (in brief): We find ourselves in the very capital city of Taranta. But that's not the point: all the inhabitants have disappeared somewhere, and instead of them, monsters and wolves are walking around the city. What should I do? Run, run from the damned place... But it wasn't there! We have to literally "cut through" the path to escape. In addition, you will need to do something: you need to kill four "bosses" and remove the Rings of Power from their corpses, then kill the fifth and get the Ring of Omnipotence!
  • Unofficial Tomb of Tol Guldur module (translated by aRUSt) - Small review: It takes place in a small village on the island of Tol Guldur, where suddenly a lot of Death Lanterns begin to appear at night. The dominance of monsters does not allow the villagers to live in peace... Our hero is trying to find out what, in fact, the matter is. And then it turns out that the village is built, as they say, "on the bones"...
  • Patch for high resolution support (Drog Black Tooth) - Configuring the High Resolution Patch of the Patch
  • Interface mod (gamer_777) - Mod improves the appearance of the game interface when using High Resolution Patch.
  • High-quality city maps (Drog Black Tooth) - High-quality panoramic map displays than originally in the game.
  • Expansion (gamer) Compatibility Patch_777) - Special patch for compatibility of "High-quality City Maps" and Arcanum Expansion (2012).
  • Erotic Patch (Foxx) - Now, during love scenes, each girl has her own erotic video picture, instead of a black screen.
  • Puritan patch (gamer_777) - Removes paintings of naked girls in the Taranta brothel.
  • Russian subtitles for videos (Crypton & Foxx) - Adds Russian subtitles for English videos.
  • Russian voice acting for videos (Fargus) - The Fargus team translated the English videos. In the video "02112", one audio track remained untranslated.
  • Disable Introductory Logos (Double G) - Disables three videos-SierraLogo, TroikaLogo and 50000. bik (a man with a gun).
  • 10 loading screens (Foxx) - Replaces standard Splash screens with new ones specifically designed for Arcanum Expansion.
  • Russified World Map (NeOn) - Russify the global Arcanum world map.
  • Maud. The musical Renaissance of Arcanum (Sonik)
    • As you know, the composer Ben Houge (Ben Houge) wrote many fascinating musical compositions for the legendary games. Such famous projects as King's Quest, Gabriel Knight 3, Ground Control, Brothers in Arms and, of course, Half Life are easily recognized by his works. But a small string and bow quartet led by Ben was able to play the unique beauty of violin melodies with viola and cello for the soundtrack of Arcanum: Of Steamworks & Magick Obscura-a game that was ahead of its time and gained well-deserved attention only after the collapse of the epic development studio Troika Games, which also gave us a post-apocalyptic furor in the face of Fallout.
    • But once again taking up the passage of the good old Arcanum, many of us unscrew the slider for setting the volume level of "Music" to zero in order to replace the melodies that have become boring in two or three passes with a player playing in the background. But then we lose the thrill of battle, the excitement of arriving in Taranth, and the excitement of exploring the catacombs of Caladon.
    • After several nights of listening to a collection of soundtracks, I came to the conclusion that the most suitable creation for reviving the music of Arcanum would be the British-Irish epic "Tudors" by Michael Hirst (Michael Hirst), or rather its musical accompaniment in four seasons of the series of the same brilliant composer Trevor Morris (Trevor Morris). [Tudors OST: I, II, III, IV]
  • Collection of additional Animation + Fix (Crypton & Drog Black Tooth) - This resource archive restores most of the content from the beta version that was never included in the Arcanum release..
    • RESTORED CONTENT:
    • -> 1202 creature animations;
    • -> 175 monster animations;
    • -> 88 animations of unique NPCs;
    • -> 87 orc animations (full set of new animations with armor and weapons);
    • -> New animations for some monsters, such as the phantom;
    • -> 126 original tracks with ambient sounds (city, meadow, village, mine, forest, etc.);
    • -> IN TOTAL, THERE ARE AT LEAST TWO NEW ANIMATIONS FOR EACH RACE WITH A SHIELD AND WEAPON:
    • -> Walking a character with a weapon in hand and / or a shield;
    • -> Attack from below with a weapon and / or shield.
    • KNOWN ISSUES:
    • -> Robes have a slightly different shadow color (will be fixed in the next release).);
    • -> Several animations were poorly rendered, so they have minor glitches (you may not even notice them in the game).);
    • -> There are no sexless animations for HGX Dancers (they were not included in the beta version of the game);
    • -> There are no animations for the Air Elemental (there were no ART files for it in the beta, only copies of the Fire Elemental files were used as a replacement).
    • Fix (confirmation is required):
    • -> Replaced the early robe palettes with the final ones. Characters no longer flash colors.
    • -> The full beta Phantom Knight set is included, but the palettes are rearranged to match the final ones.
    • -> Fixed the problem with the hgx (plate armor for half-ogres) art set. The extra animations do not exist for this set, but the game now expects them since the other armor sets for half-ogres have them. This results in the half-ogre character either disappearing or freezing. Placeholders (dupes of old animations) are now added to prevent this.
  • Changed world and Dungeon lighting (Damphil) - Lighting is taken from the Ultimate Nightmare Mod 1.07 (the mod itself is not included).
  • Raise the level threshold by 400 XP (Foxx) - Example: in the original version, you need 2100 points to move to the 2nd level, with a fixed score of 2500, etc..
  • Arcanum Total Rebalance (Positiff)
    • Main goals of the mod:
    • -> Making a balance for melee and ranged weapons (including those that are sold in stores or located in locations), adding features to different types of weapons.
    • -> Balance the characteristics of armor, helmets, gloves, rings, and amulets.
    • -> Balancing spells and refining them.
    • -> Correction of jambs in technical diagrams, including highly inflated or undervalued ones technological propensities of their components and inconsistencies of the drawing on the diagram with the resulting image.
    • -> subject matter (when making changes to the schemes, I was guided by logic, physics, and the external world).
    • -> by the type of items, i.e. the components must be close to the item being collected, both in terms of appearance and functionality).
    • -> Create unique ground-based art files for most items, so that the item's appearance is consistent.
    • -> on the ground, it exactly matched its appearance in the inventory.
    • -> Edit different texts and descriptions to make the game more informative, aesthetic, and easy to play.
    • -> Correction of errors and various shortcomings.
    • it is recommended to read the full description of the mod!
    • adapted to the Mods Pack, no additional manipulations are required after installation.
  • Arcanum: Terra Incognita (Gerakruger) - Actually, the mod itself was developed in order to bring a certain "touch of mystery" to this legendary game, which any self-respecting RPG fan went through and through.
  • Now you should not immediately leave the locations on the global map of Arkanum.
  • Almost every location has something interesting, mysterious, and early unknown. Mystery-this is the specialty of my mod, something that will encourage the player to re-launch Arcanum and complete the game.
    • New features:
    • -> Made changes to many locations on the global map (added monsters and NPCs, added local bosses, expanded existing locations by adding new objects).
    • -> Changed the legendary city of Kree-now it is not a ruin, but a full-fledged military town in which (with caution) you can trade. Two merchants and a blacksmith are present. Barbarian Chieftain – local boss of the location…
    • -> Added two ships that you can use for your own purposes. One ship in Caladon, owned by the Bounty Hunter community.
    • -> Added a secret Smuggler's cove (there is a second ship on the dock that the player can use). There is a tavern, warehouses and several houses located here. The bay is used by the thieves of Caladon and Tarant for secret transactions.
    • -> Added a cursed town (in a mountainous area). Local residents have locked themselves in their homes and do not go out. Every night in the town there are undead, in addition, in the center of the town, someone opened a portal with demons. Close the portal-your task.
    • -> Added a military garrison (barracks, houses). In the village there is a prison, in the dungeon of which the most dangerous and powerful monsters of Arcanum are kept in custody. Garrison Guard – a challenge for any player.
    • -> Added a military camp besieged by undead hordes.
    • -> Now the ruins of the temple are a whole adventure, it is the ruins of a whole city, a huge territory that keeps its secrets.
    • -> Added a forest, real and dangerous, big and scary. Naturally keeping its secrets from prying eyes.
    • -> Changed the development pattern of Virgil. Instead of wasting points on an unnecessary "Lock Pick" skill, it develops strength up to 12.
    • -> Added a merchant (wise woman) in Black Root. Located in the area of the railway station.
    • -> Added a poacher's camp to defend against an unknown monster that hunts in the vicinity of the camp.
    • -> Added a small settlement near Wuriden where ogre bandits, members of Pollock's Tarant gang, "relax and have fun" .
    • -> Added a winter forest in the vicinity of Quiet Waters.
    • -> Added real ruins of Vendigroth.
    • -> Added jungle on the island of Despair, inhabited by very inhospitable creatures.
    • -> The mountain passes of Hardin and Gorgoth are truly dangerous.
    • -> Pollock's gang and the Mog clan in Taranta have been reinforced. The security of criminal bosses is appropriate..
    • -> And many, many other interesting things. A curious and attentive player, exploring a new area will be rewarded with a treasured chest… Search and find.
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2023.03.19 18:11 YetAnotherAreaPerson [USA-CO] [H] Expobar Brewtus IV-R [W] $750 Cash/Venmo

Pictures https://imgur.com/a/lJumWwz
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Expobar Brewtus IV-R. Purchased new from Whole Latte Love in Jan 2013. Used daily for usually one or two espressos with the occasional cortado or flat white thrown in. This has been an awesome machine for my family. It was my first real espresso machine and I've enjoyed it for the past ten years. However, I recently upgraded, and need to move this on to a new home.
This machine is in very good condition for its age. It definitely works as intended. Pulls coffee, steams milk, etc. I describe a few of its imperfections and idiosyncrasies below.
I bought this machine based on its value for the price and the features of: 1) plumbing, 2) PID-control dual boiler, 3) and rotary pump. I have not been let down. Plumbing is strongly encouraged for this machine, as there is no reservoir. However, it is possible to drop the water line into a tank of water. I have done this many times and it works fine. It was easy for me to access a water source in my kitchen, and I definitely enjoy the ability to never fill a water tank. Similarly, I also plumbed in the waste, so I never had to empty a drip tray. Plumbing out the waste line is optional. I know it's not an option for everyone, but now that I've had a plumbed in coffee machine, I would never go back to filling a reservoir. If you can access water, I highly recommend plumbing in.
The PID-controlled dual boiler setup allows you to set your brew boiler water temp at up to 1 degree F resolution. Steam and hot water are in a different boiler, and you can definitely steam milk and pull shots simultaneously. Recover time is very fast for brew and steam. Of course, if you dump all the hot water out for (e.g.) an Americano, it'll take a little longer to bring that back up to temp.
The rotary pump is quiet and steady. It's not a make-it-or-break-it feature, but it's a nice upgrade from a vibe pump.
I just descaled it, the third or time since I've owned it. Our municipal water is just about perfect for coffee. I researched the water content as analyzed by the city's report when I first bought this machine. The descale process has always come out very clean. I have never used a water filter on this machine.
Because this machine is a fairly typical E-61 grouphead, it's easy to source parts and work on. I have purchased parts at cafeparts.com several times; they have a good diagram of the machine and what you might need. WholeLatteLove.com will also service it, of course, but I would avoid shipping it anywhere if possible.
I've added a US-based water line. This means that the water line will connect to a 'normal' plumbing valve as you would connect a faucet. Previously, this was a European hose that required a variety of adapters to make work. This also means that, if something happened to the water line, it is easily replaced with parts from the local hardware store.
I added joystick valves for hot water and steam wands. These are a personal preference. I like them because they are quicker to turn on and off, they seem a little more 'pro', and they're just plain cool. I'll also include the original spin-valves. Additionally, for the steam wand, I have one-, two-, and four-hole steam tips (the single-hole is the original part).
This machine runs on a 110V 15A circuit.
Given that this machine has been in use at my house for ten years, it can't be perfect, right? Here's a list of those imperfections.
Several of the LEDs in the PID display have burnt out. This doesn't affect functionality of the machine, but it does make it more challenging to read the display. Still, it's entirely possible to understand the temp and what's going on. See pictures for it in action. In total, there are four of 21 segments that are dead. To fix this, you could replace the Gicar PID (maybe $200, I think). That's an easy fix for someone willing to get in there. For someone more adventurous, you could try to replace the seven segment displays only. This requires more surgery. I decided the cost of a full replacement wasn't worth it, and I didn't want to deal with the surgical replacement. So, I just left it.
There's a ding on the top of the grouphead, and some tool marks. There are the requisite scratches here and there. There's nothing that's terrible, and it's definitely not been abused. I tried to capture these in the pictures.
I saw this a few times, but I'm hoping my recent descale and clean addresses this. Nonetheless, I want to mention that the steam boiler has released pressure a few times via the safety valve. I inspected and cleaned the capillary line that feeds the pressurestat, and I also cleaned the pressurestat itself. This is not a major problem, but if it continues, the pressurestat should be replaced ($67 at CafeParts.com). I replaced this in 2021 so it's still pretty new -- I think it just needed to be cleaned/convinced. This has not occurred since I cleaned it in March 2023. I'm not using it daily, but I have brought it up to temp several times looking for this problem and it hasn't happened again.
The "EXPOBAR" badge on the front has some funk to it. Totally cosmetic, but it's there.
While this machine is in very good working condition, I would not be surprised by any issues that could arise. This is great for someone that doesn't mind learning and tinkering. I'm sure there are also businesses locall that will do the work for you, though I don't know who. As mentioned, parts are easy to find, and it's easy to open the machine up.
I'm going to start as local pickup only northern Colorado, cash/Venmo. We can meet up in a suitable location for inspection.
As you can tell, I've done my best to describe everything about this machine. Let me know if you have any questions, happy to discuss in detail whatever.
Features:* Dual-boiler* Rotary pump* PID temp control* Plumbing requirement (or drop in a jug of water).* Plumbable drip tray* Line pressure pre-infusion (when plumbed to a water line)
Recent work:* Full descale (March 2023)* Cam lever clean & lube (March 2023)* New top and bottom pistons in the grouphead (2022)* New cam lever (2022)* Replaced vacuum relief valve O-ring (2022)* New pressurestat (2021)* New shower screen & PF gasket (2020)
Includes:* Attached plumbing line* Removable plumbable drip tray* Double spouted portafilter* Bottomless portafilter* Single & double baskets* Triple basket* Metal blind basket* Brand new ECM tamper* Multiple steam wand tips* Original valves for hot water and steam wands* Original manual, and whatever other paperwork came with it* My notes on how to descale, and whatever else I might have along those lines.
**** I do not have the box or any packaging ****
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2023.03.19 14:11 anonymousbjj Car smell, local mechanic hasn't been able to figure it out

I'm pretty desperate at this point and hoping someone here may be able to help. I know nothing about cars and have brought mine in to the (trusted) local mechanic twice and they haven't been able to figure it out. (It's unclear if they took anything apart or not, unfortunately both times I brought it to them the smell was not strong).
This has been happening on and off for about 3 months.
It's a 2014 Ford Escape Titanium with about 100,000 miles. I don't know the engine size. It's an automatic.
Symptoms
Other Details
Speculation
What next steps would you take in my shoes? Should I take it to a Ford dealer? Are there "tests" I can run to try and narrow down the cause? Should I bring it back to the local mechanic?
Any suggestions are very much appreciated. Please let me know if more information is helpful.
I'm worried it's going to get worse and cause big damage, and I don't want to keep breathing in what ever it is.
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2023.03.19 14:11 anonymousbjj Car smell, local mechanic hasn't been able to figure it out

I'm pretty desperate at this point and hoping someone here may be able to help. I know nothing about cars and have brought mine in to the (trusted) local mechanic twice and they haven't been able to figure it out. (It's unclear if they took anything apart or not, unfortunately both times I brought it to them the smell was not strong).
This has been happening on and off for about 3 months.
It's a 2014 Ford Escape Titanium with about 100,000 miles. I don't know the engine size. It's an automatic.
Symptoms
Other Details
Speculation
What next steps would you take in my shoes? Should I take it to a Ford dealer? Are there "tests" I can run to try and narrow down the cause? Should I bring it back to the local mechanic?
Any suggestions are very much appreciated. Please let me know if more information is helpful.
I'm worried it's going to get worse and cause big damage, and I don't want to keep breathing in what ever it is.
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2023.03.19 14:10 anonymousbjj Car smell, local mechanic hasn't been able to figure it out

I'm pretty desperate at this point and hoping someone here may be able to help. I know nothing about cars and have brought mine in to the (trusted) local mechanic twice and they haven't been able to figure it out. (It's unclear if they took anything apart or not, unfortunately both times I brought it to them the smell was not strong).
This has been happening on and off for about 3 months.
It's a 2014 Ford Escape Titanium with about 100,000 miles. I don't know the engine size. It's an automatic.
Symptoms
Other Details
Speculation
What next steps would you take in my shoes? Should I take it to a Ford dealer? Are there "tests" I can run to try and narrow down the cause? Should I bring it back to the local mechanic?
Any suggestions are very much appreciated. Please let me know if more information is helpful.
I'm worried it's going to get worse and cause big damage, and I don't want to keep breathing in what ever it is.
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2023.03.19 00:32 BlindHedgehog EllenDiary Act4

And then the unthinkable... Tuesday 2/2/10 Foreclosure procedure starts That's right, my fellow Americans. Danny and Ligia tried to refinance the old territory back in 2005 but apparently Wells Fargo wanted to get us out of here now. By this point we were more than 50% underwater on both mortgages (Danny had taken out a second one), and we had no way of knowing that in a little less than two years we'd be truly vacating the property one last time; forever! You'll see later that my worst fear comes full fruition… Tuesday, 6/29/10 Oh yay, birthday time once again. This time, I got one very curious 4-foot-long box from him that was sitting in the back of that trusty 2005 white Ford Explorer. Yup, the sperm donor. The questioned item actually got purchased (and delivered) on Tuesday, the same June 29th that Donté Morris used to murder David Curtis and Jeffrey Cocab, two prominent Tampa police officers. I walk out to the Explorer and claim it. Anyone familiar with a musical company called M-Audio? I got the KeyStudio 49. Love it to death. Costs $130 at Best Buy. Remember that bulky Yamaha PSR-275 from earlier in 2006? Well, this one is all USB, and no speakers, and extremely light, so this is definitely a gigging kind of keyboard. Now that i've got some ivory and ebony to tap on in the USB world I'll slide ahead exactly four days. Saturday, 7/3/10 First Local Trip to SpringHill Unless you want to count the massive local police officer funeral today this will be the first of a few. After a quick shower and gathering an extra outfit or two, I get my portable gear together and wait for Danny's car. My stepdad, Danny, wanted to take me out to Springhill for a weekend; only thing being, getting out there (just out of Tampa initially) was gonna be a pain with Dontae Morris making the news after shooting two Tampa police officers in cold blood. Getting out of Tampa took around forty-five minutes; we would've already been on the Suncoast Parkway flying to Springhill. I should know, he had the Sun Pass, so it was four toll booths (each one beeped) he'd pass through to get out there and back (other half of the round trip usually being a Tuesday evening dinner in Tampa, followed by the ride home). Let's focus on this magical first one. Remember, no internet for over a year as of now. This first trip was very memorable, for one very big reason. We (as in me, Danny and his wife Tammi) go to Russell and Michelle's house (a friend of theirs) and I set up my gear for the Saturday evening. I sign in to Skype and not even five minutes later, I get a curiously random call. One of my very good friends, Lacey Soong from Columbus, Ohio, is on the other end, crying her eyes out. "People are spreading rumors on Skype that you've been dead?" "oh, heaven no!" I thought out loud. I'm feeling very dumbfounded, but I reassure her that she'll be hearing a lot more of me now that I'll be on a somewhat regular (or not) routine out here. I've done at least sixteen or so of these Springhill capers to the current date. Note to self: another memorable of these trips was the one that happened later in July, when I got a Linksys AE1000 USB Network Adapter which supports the 802.11N wireless protocol. (Looking more like a USB flash drive, but when plugged in, special software (once installed) did the task of showing this as a wireless network point. Bratcher Bash 2010 Nothing too memorable in the events department. No laser pens, no blinding eyes, none of that. The only real Christmas gift is a pair of Peltor headphones (an off-brand of Sony). And the usual clothes for a modeling session. Nothing special, in other words. Yup, pretty lame. Oh, wait a moment… Saturday, 12/25/2010 Here's one boring gift of Grandma Jean. The CyberPower Power Panel U.P.S. battery backup. I only opened it just to have a look at the contents on the compact disc included with it. I never even used it once. Just after Christmas Oh, hi there, cats? We had two regular stray cats (regular meaning they were always in our yard) starting about this time. Names were Tabbitha and Jessie. Tabbitha's the meaner of the two. Tabbitha didn't want me petting her too much. Whereas jessie? I could play with him forever! He was an awesome cat; minding me in that I totally paid attention to and played with him. He thought I was a best friend. I would catch him at various points purring to Tabbitha to let her know I wasn't so bad. I guess Tabbitha's just a bit nervous still. I ended up feeding them daily from this point on, usually between 9:00 A.M. and 1:30 P.M. . Thursday 6/30/11 Time for a refreshing birthday gift. The older HP Compaq NC6000 was passing its prime quick, so it was time to move on. With a copy of a Windows XP user profile backed up to the WD MyBook I politely waited for the WaterDrop 2.0. Enter a U.P.S. truck with a package addressed to me. This time, it's the HP Compaq NX7400. It had a dual-core processor and a little more RAM to boot. Guess from where and who? No, not the omniscient lady. Wrong, try again. Some folks from PMSI. And my biological sperm donor. It survived with me for a little over a year. Saturday 9/24/11 Possibly getting back Verizon FIOS? I felt somewhat normal after the service re-install, but I couldn't help but notice that the service didn't allow me to use Skype as efficiently as I could have. The service only boasted a 5 Mb Down, 2 Mb up speed. The 'Y&R' friends/foes, like I promised. Oh, but of course, I've got some 'Young and the Restless' friends (now foes) that I'll mention, I really don't feel like 'Ask' ing 'America' or being on a 'List' of any kind. Referring to ABC's newest shows out with that last statement. There's these two friends of my brother, Justin, their names being Thomas Vatrone (I'll call him Sin) and Michael Valez-Bonilla (A.K.A. Fay, and yes, I will call him Saint), JK. They stayed with me and my mom starting late April/early May. Things were ok for a while; as time went by, however, I noticed they were caring less about me and mom and more about themselves and their friends. They'd get packets of macaroni and cheese and the cans of little Vienna sausage from the Dollar Tree, cook them, and call it dinner or a small snack for the two of us. Um, did I mention that they were pillheads? Sin and Fay (Michael Valez) had doctors' appointments on the 1st and the 12th of each month respectively; They are still doing it for the continuous climb to the top of Mount Everest, I.E., getting high; Don't fall while you're at it, boys. Mid to late June As for Dollar Tree's workmanship, She worked there till later June (around the 24th), then turned in her store keys and officially quit. Bratcher Bash2011 Saturday, 12/17/11 My mom needed a break from me (even though she didn't say it)… Here's the most recent of the bashes (that I actually attend proper). And probably the mostly last memorable of them all. Considering who stepped up to the plate and got me something useful that actually has a worthwhile use. It starts earlier that morning witha little cat nap around 8:15 A.M. till around 12:30 P.M. Meow, anyone? I then wake up to get the dogs out for their midday bathroom break, get the cats fed, and then finally take care of me for this darling bash. At 2:15 P.M., that trusty white Ford Explorer shows up; Guess who? Yup, the sperm donor's doing a solo pickup. Only this time, while we're riding out to Skate Land, he has enough nerve to mention that Grandma Jean would like to inform me that she will no longer pay for the electric service at the old house come Monday 1/9/12, so I would need to set up an account by then. Talk about totally speechless! Not to mention, take a wild guess who's at this party? Yup, she is! Thou torts not one word about it. I don't even talk to her at all. This time, it's off to Skate Land to watch the kids skate, but Kourtnie sprained her hand while there, so we had to go back home, where Heather and Scott could take her to the Urgent Care Clinic to have it looked at. They were gone for about an hour (closer to an hour and a half). Then, at 5:15 P.M., we all (including Grandma Jean) went to Carraba's Italian Restaurant for the Bratcher Christmas dinner. Dinner was good. Oh, but wait, small conversation. While at the dinner, Branden leaned over to ask me what I wanted; Keep in mind, without even telling Larry or Rhea. I whispered my answer, and we started the after-dinner detour. Branden had a small idea for a digital gift he wanted to get for me. So off we go to Starbucks (the rest of us anyway),while Branden and Scott go to Best Buy to pick it out. After the detour and an iced tea for me, back to the house we go for gifts. This time, not one thing digital from Larry, Rhea or Grandma Jean. All they cared about: clothes, underwear and socks. Which means one more modeling session out of the gate. Finally, after showing off and dancing like you (no, not the last part) to those omniscient assholes, the real moment of truth came up. Branden leans over, hands me a small box about the thickness of four compact discs and says, "Fuck Larry and Rhea and their beauty padgent. Thiss'll matter a hell of a lot more to you then any clothes you'll get…" I asked him what it was. He said "SoundBlaster X-Fi Go Pro. It's a USB sound card; I think this's what you wanted… But don't tell them!" He has exactly no idea how happy he made me that evening. His first true Christmas gift! I hugged him as tight as I could (with tears down my face) because I knew he'd pull through when the older adults wouldn't even give a shit. Alas, we chill out for a bit and watch the Buccs football game a bit (more like a disaster). Remember how I said I'm not to show any self-sufficiency at all? Well, I laughed in the face of dangerous contract negotiations and went straight to Heather's kitchen to get a small glass of Coke. Much to Larry and Rhea's disapproval. Think I got scorned for it... Alas, time for me to head home and go back to Tampa reality yet again. I finally said goodbye to the SoundBlaster X-Fi Go because I figured newer things were out there, not to mention keeping around (hoarding) the bulk of yester-year is usually frowned upon. So the SoundBlaster X-Fi Go Pro hence got recycled, not landfilled. Monday, 7/9/12, around 10:31 A.M.: I've just had a bowl of Fruit Loops and rinsed my bowl and put it in the sink, when I hear this curious truck pull around to our street. A man gets out and shuts off the Teco meter for failure to pay the bill. Not even an hour later, Sin turns the power back on, never mentioning to mom that our service got cut. (yes, the power was back on illegally without a single payment to Teco). Then on Thursday 7/19/12, not one Teco person called to tell me that my account with them had been suspended and I'd need to create a whole new one all over again. Needless to say, Friday 8/3/12 would prove important. Things came to a head later in July; Sin had a so-called doctor's appointment on the 31st, a Tuesday. Wait a moment, I thought doctor shopping was illegal here in Florida under Governor Rick Scott… I digress… They'd voluntarily left (on their own accord) about a week earlier, but Sin left his cat here, leaving us to take care of it. The cat's name was Kitty: pretty stupid name if you ask me. Sin had it; he called it "my child". Um, Sin, that's animal neglect, you dumb ass! Haven't you forgotten you can be prosecuted for that? At one point, I had to move the cat's carrier and litter box to the master bathroom in my mom's room and manage her there. Tension kept rising, especially after each of the doctor visits when Sin and Saint promised us money for things like groceries, dog food, and cat stuff; Nothing; from May through August. Finally, a possible break for my mom; or not, depending on how I handle this… Thursday, 8/2/12, around 7:45 P.M., Danny calls to ask me if i'd like to come to SpringHill with him for a weekend; i'm initially happy; but after taking the dogs out for their last bathroom break, I come back inside, have a can of pears, and then go straight to my room to cry my eyes out and go to bed, but not before shutting down the laptop for the night (almost wished I hadn't)? Since its condition would tell me whether I'd be allowed to stay here... Little would I know it would be the very literally last time I see that NX7400 alive in one piece. A hint from upstairs that it's time to get ready to start moving permanently and forget the city of Tampa and leave it as the sewage system swamp it should've stayed once discovered. I.E., a permanent reformat is about to be in progress… I hope you backed up what you could to the MyBook most recently? I should come out and say that I don't usually cry. Tonight was a very different exception. We'll just say I felt as though I wasn't getting a straight answer from him as to the happening of the house for the future of me and mom, not to mention a possible forced foreclosure eviction sponsored by Cash For Keys looming on the very nigh horizon. BTW, the cat's still here, and the Sin and Saint Show is nowhere to be found. Friday, 8/3/12 First in the morning, I turn my trusty HP Compaq NX7400 on (serving me beautiful for a year and one month) only to discover that the power supply in it finally passed away. Condition confirmed; A move is inevitable! Later that day, around 3:45 P.M. a short while before your show starts; Some cruel irony in the time department? I try to mind my own business and carry on my day as normal, but I then hear a white pickup truck (from TECO show up, not just to turn off the power, but also to disconnect and reclaim the meter for having the service turned on illegally. Remember back to 7/9/12 when Sin turned the power back on illegally? And 7/19/12 when my account was quietly closed without so much as a Teco call to inform me of the happening? Thursday, 8/9/12; Verizon FIOS is officially yanked away for non-payment at around 5:00 A.M.; I.O.W., service officially cut. a bill that Sin and Saint could have easily paid with their doctor shopping know-how and ass-shaking abilities… Um, did I really just say that? Especially about the ass-shaking part? Even you can dance better than they can combined! Not just the $462.32, but now as of at least August, the bill was $619.66. Keep in mind there's still more being tacked on as of September. BTW, Verizon has a very ugly habit of forcing you to pay for this month and then the one after it, so you end up paying for the current month twice, once in each bill. I.E., when you pay for August, you also have to pay for September; when September finally arrives, you again pay for September, then add in October. Okay, enough collection agency talk. So as of now, Verizon will stay unpaid. And i'm not too crazy about getting the Clear® Internet™ either. Considering my Skype friends probably won't like the connection quality over a Clear wi-fi connection. Side note: Verizon equipment got all mailed back in full on Tuesday 10/23/12. I'll come back to this ironic noncoincidental date… Worst fear realized. Saturday 9/8/12 Foreclosure Confirmation "The property at the undersigned address will be sold on the steps of the Hillsborough County Courthouse at 10:00 A.M. on Monday, 10/8/12." Repossession in progress now... Need say I more? Monday, 10/8/12 The auction happened successfully without incident; So we wait… Wednesday 10/10/12 A letter is hand-delivered to us, saying in part: "This property is now owned by Fannie May." In other words, the federal government! That may buy us some extra time to move, but not much. Here's the deal: Starting from the date they receive the referral paperwork, we have 30 exact calendar (not business) days to vacate the premise. So they got the paperwork for the house on 10/23/12 herein giving us till 11/23/12 to vacate. Oh my there's lots of memories here; and tearjerkers, too. This relocation program is called CashForKeys. No furniture can be left in the house at all. The house must be totally swept+mopped out. The carpet (if any) should be vacuumed then be left as is. All electrical outlets and switches must have covers on them. All fixtures must either be totally fixed to "like-new" or left "as-is". A walk-through is being done on Monday, 11/5/12 at 8:30 A.M. Anything not done prior to the walkthrough takes money out of the relocation check. If the house passes the critique, we get a $1,600 check for having vacated it within 15 days. If we wait till within the last 15 (of the 30) days grace period (starting November 8th) we only get $800. After the full relocation period of 30 days, we get absolutely nothing. There's the image of one person I do not want to see drive Mom back to Tampa for the walk-through! You so how guessed it: Jean Pesa! My grandmother loves doing things half-assed, especially when she sees dollar signs involved that she can get away with. Remember, she would love every penny of that money just to spend till she's blue in the face! Especially if it benefits her or television commercial charities only! That's exactly why I'm not mentioning this to too many people. She's got ways of finding things out which makes me physically sick. Also keep in mind that she Yeah, that omniscient lady), loves to buy (or is that deed) houses just for the hell of it. Speaking of looking around: Monday 10/15/12 - Sign Here... We started our rent tenancy this date at around 10 A.M. this morning by me and mom meeting a lady named Lisa and signing the tenant agreement as yet another sign of foregoing the site house in favor of a mobile home. Thursday 10/18/12 Explore This House? Taking the grand tour! The layout of our new pad is almost a circular "snake". It's almost three times the size of our old memory. It's neat how my bedroom has a built-in desk. My closet has sliding doors. I could pretend like I'm in an elevator. "Going down?" Just past the desk (office space) is the front bathroom. The front bathroom has the tub, so she'll be doing lots of soaking in it. My mom's room is huge compared to her old bedroom. She has her own Christopher Walkin closet. Just kidding on the celebrity name. I digress; it's huge! The split-planned master bathroom's tucked away for privacy. It features a split vanity and toilet/shower area for her. We have both an indoor and outdoor utility room. And our main living room? Wow, it practically dwarfs both our older sitting and living rooms combined! There's a smaller living room; maybe a shorter couch) and television will probably go here. Fairly good-sized kitchen with a bar to boot. The oven's built in to the wall catty-corner right of the dishwasher. The stove top is separate. And the fresh breath of a screened-in patio! Grandma Helen's windchimes belong here, anyone? Oh, wait! Forgot to mention the two-car carport… However, my grandmother's having an extreme case of second thoughts about it; Might be because there's another manufactured home in that same community she wanted us to get, but we would not take it. We won't get it because my aunt Cindy's mother, Alice, died in that manufactured home. Plus, that one is a lot smaller than what I described now. She's so wish-wash all the time and I really don't know what to make of her. Life wasn't confusing enough; I should mention yet two other people: My uncle, John McGaughan and my aunt, Cindy McGaughan. Okay, I'm done now, I promise… My uncle is a lineman at Teco My aunt has a real estate firm, Answered Prayers Realty. My aunt and uncle are deciding not to have the manufactured home deeded to them. The one we are moving in to. Maybe it's because they've had everything and its brother deeded to them in the past by that omniscient lady of sorts. Almost every place she's ever lived has been deeded to them (with the exception of one or two). And now, all of a sudden, they've decided they want to keep their hands clean. So Thursday, 10/18/12 came and went, and on Monday, 11/5/12, we officially trek out here permanently, with a foreclosure trip back to Tampa on tuesday, 11/6/12. Foreclosure Now in Progress…; "Getting Things Ready"? "Making Sure You're Ready to Install"? "Cleaning up the BirdCage"?… Or is that "A Little HouseKeeping…"? On Tuesday, at about 1:30 P.M., we hopped in Grandma's Nissan Ultima and took our Departing Ways Drive to Tampa one last time to permanently foreclose the house at 3004 W. South Ave., Tampa, Fl 33614. Yes, that's right, my old stomping ground just became a "No Trespassing" territory. A Tampa or Hillsborough County sheriff can now arrest me legally just for trespassing on my old property since I'd no longer be considered a resident after 5:30-6:00 P.M. that day anyway. We arrive at around 2:15 P.M. I take one very absolutely entire last walk-through of the entire floor plan just to be positively sure I didn't leave absolutely anything behind (that now becomes trespassing, intrusion, then burglary charges on my criminal record should I come back to ever get it after the repossession(. I work enough nerve to sit in the house (even my old room) just for one very absolute last moment reminding myself and thinking out loud of the real scope of this happening before my brain. Once the reformatting process of this hard drive starts, it can't be stopped. Press Enter to continue or Escape to cancel. But since you silently signed it by pressing Enter on October 15th of 2012, let's begin – Shall We? Not to mention tears starting slowly to jerk down my face. And yes, it's a permanent loss, never to be acquired again! Once the house forecloses I'm officially a definite trespassing, intruding and burglaring criminal in what totally used to be my very own home. I didn't want to show anyone, but I was seriously crying like a little kid that day, realizing the only house I'd really ever known was about to become permanently dusted off my existance and made permanently off-limits to me forever! As of around 5:30/6:00 P.M., I can stand and dance in the street all I want (like you do, Ellen) but I can't even tap the toe of my tennis shoe (or even the tip of my white cane for that matter), (let alone sneeze or spit) on the premise or grass of the address without a neighbor calling to report me first. Like, say, Linda and Steve next door with the fence around their small house. I sure as Hell can't open my old mailbox even just to see if anyone left behind a gift for a forgotten birthday or Christmas (even if it was just a pair of earbuds because they now belong to the people who will soon (if ever) live here). Wait a moment, wouldn't that be mail theft? Duh... Hmm, Return to Sender; Address UnKnown; No Such Number, No Such Zone. At around 2:45/3:00 PM, I'm at an absolutely perfect ok with the walk-through and hop back in the car, knowing that in just a short while, I go from a full-blown resident to a full-blown criminal at this here address. Just before the loan officer got here to okay the foreclosure documents, My next-door neighbor in the old neighborhood, Lee Howe, comes up to the car and just starts crying profusely, claiming that she's gonna miss us both. I tell her "No you won't. Give it time. This neighborhood will forget me (let alone the rest of the hateful shitty sewer city of crime that never sleeps – the Old York) like the weeds next door you couldn't kill with RoundUp. I'm pretty sure the entire shitty city of Tampa will forget me and curse me off like yesterday's old trashy fucked terdship of technology past and software that's no longer pulling its weight in a modern necessary crunch of existance". Although I'm not so sure about her either; She seems awfully fake to me as well. She played like she was sad to see us leave, but I almost wonder if the entire city of Tampa will actually be better off without us. Her and my omniscient grandma get along so well! After her crying stent and her trying to give me a hug, which I politely rejected, (knowing it was for the better of a city for forgetting its residents as they leave), she went home, only to cry some more, I guess. Remember what I said earlier: An absolutely shitty entire neighborhood (if not shitty entire city) of roughly 28 years is about to be stripped away from me, as if I've never been here before let alone known it even existed; more importantly I'm never supposed to talk about or visit it again. Any who, with all services cut off (electricity, water, what not) and ready for a brand new family to make a start in a hopefully haunted house, "Now ReFormatting Hard Drive; Please Wait..." the locksmith came and liked what he saw, made us give up our old locks and keys (never to be used again), (assuming they'll be melted down or whatever), put on the new locks, kept a set of new keys for them, and finally had someone else come out and cut the relocation check of $1,600 for us as a reward for foreclosing before the 8th of November, literally less than 48 hours ahead from that point. And so we head home at around 5:55 or so that afternoon/evening. So now up to the present, I've been having dreams about the old homestead when I sleep at night; Sure seems like I can't shake this house out of my brain! I wish there was a way to demolish and excavate memories so they can never be rebuilt... Jennifer's Journeys Grandma Jean talks like Jennifer fits me so perfectly. Um, yeah right. I only have seen her three times exactly to this date. And I really don't ever plan on seeing her anymore. Not to mention, I just don't think she's my type. 11/9/2012 at Cracker Barrel. We had a first visit with a burger bash on our minds. I'd also gotten an email of the Featherock Rules and Regulations Tenant Agreement that all residents are mandated to read (and sign) prior to their deposit payment. 11/15/2012 at Taco Bell. We visit the animated Taco Bell dog for some tacos. Can you say "Here lizzard lizzard lizzard"? Last and not least: 11/16/2012 at Chick Fil-A. My mom also tagged along on this trip. We went back to Jennifer's house to eat and chill out, although I don't think my mom necessarily approved of Jennifer's Journeys, let alone the fact that she was living in the park as a tenant! Rent Procedure Featherock's rent policy asks all tenants for their rent between the first and fourth of each calendar month. Starting from the fifth, a dollar-a-day late fee is enforced; The landlord/lady then decides when to issue the eviction notice. BT Major W! Late fees will not be accepted unless your primary rent payment(s) are also included. Evictions usually get issued between the 13th and 26th of any month. It's safe to assume most of these are between 7 and 21 calendar days. SpringHill Christmas Friday, 12/21/2012 My step-dad's new wife, Tammi, tags me out to SpringHill as a hostage for the weekend. During this trip I've been given no advance notice of moving up a bit in the laptop world… But for the time being, I just blow it off. On Saturday, Danny and Tammi go shopping for the grandkids. So I take a bit of a longer than usual cat nap and regroup. They arrive back at the house around 2:15/2:30 P.M. with their gifts; and a curious box for me. Joking around, Dad says it's parts to a new toy construction set or something. Sure enough, I carefully open it. Uh him, looks awfully flat to be a toy, let alone a construction set, mister… Turns out it's the Toshiba Satellite C855D-S5320, the very same laptop I'm using to originally write this here document (I should say touch up) on. Saturday, 6/22/2013 will mark seven months since I've had this lappy. Not one problem. Bratcher Bash 12 Sunday, 12/23/2012 Oh my, the very first in a recent string I actually bar myself from! I actually got some courage worked up and decided not to go to this last Christmas from Hell, lol. I got two pairs of pants, two collared shirts and a MediaLink wireless home network router. As It Stands Now… And so now we can flash forward a little over 8 months. first to Friday, 6/7/13. I had a hypoglycemic episode and had to go to Brandon Regional Hospital after helping my mom outside with some yardwork. Next? To Saturday, 6/15/13. We have an eviction notice pending for our rent, which I'm just supposed to keep quiet about. There's just one problem: I can't. Take a wild guess who's stringing us along yet again, saying he'll give us money and then turn to ignore us completely? You got it! AfroMan Jr.! The all-Mighty pill boy himself, my own brother Justin A. Bratcher! As if life wasn't cute enough, he talks to Greg, and my grandmother talks to Jennifer Rogers, his oh-so-faithful assistant, the one who's only seen me three times, and yes, even I'm not so sure how real or honestly up-standing she is, either. SpringHill Christmas of 2013 I got some clothes from Danny, and from Tammi, a SnakeBite PS3 game pad! I can finally relive all the memories of yester-year in the PlayStation department! Late update(s)? Savings bonds Plus More? Back in 1990 or so, my sperm donor set up two savings bonds in an account. The bonds have since matured, and Danny and Tammi could use the money more than me and Mom will. So the bonds are officially in their hands and the money can be spent however they see fit, and it's so quietly been unceremoniously used. And just for a laugh, I thought i'd throw in a post script or two… P.S.0: Trying Something Curious? As of July 1at noon of 2018, I'm trying to detox myself from all things piano and headphones for the next 13 weeks. It's going to be interesting to see how that goes? Considering a lot of people got a real kick out of hearing me play, whether a classic song or videogame tune. The headphones part worked till it epically failed on exactly Sunday October 14th, 2019. Tammi sneaks a pair of earbuds (with extra interchangeable tips), some clothes and random snacks into a slightly larger garbage bag for me. The piano quest is still alive and well with pride and joy. Until Friday 6/28/2019 when I fucked up and got the M-Audio KeyStation MkIII Midi controller with semi-weighted keys. Only problem – the key bed actually died six months and two days later (two days after Christmas). I had planned on getting a Nektar Impact LX61+ this year for a birthday/Christmas gift but I'm not so sure if any trust is tolerated in this Hell on Earth anymore hence I just cancelled the backorder from 6/6/2020 of this year on Monday 10/12/2020. I have a funny feeling the piano de-tox shall continue on its merry way! Yay! I figure most companies don't care about people with disabilities... Although I also had a curious feeling that the Third-Heavenly Father didn't want the detox to go on totally forever... It twas delivered through the regular mail courtesy of my biologic dad. (I should know; Standing at the bottom of the ramp with my mom since we were taking a small break from yardwork we were getting done outside. Just so happened to be the: Nektar Impact LX61+! It's then that I grab a VST that some people are talking about and I wanted to monkey (I mean ape) with: (at this point Surge 1.9). Using Reaper and the OSara parameter list I'm able to make patches courtesy of the some 3000 parameter knob entries; I just can't save anything. So I sign up for the Surge Synth Team Discord server. Boy, am I glad I did... SurgeXT1.0 came out, followed by SurgeXT1.1, then 1.1.1. The UI is finally totally accessible for a blind user to use! Tabbing, arrows to change adjustments and opening menus can all be done seemlessly! Feeling the UI as it was meant to be is a big deal to me; It means I do things exactly/mostly the same way as everyone else does! Another Grab (or Two) from Larry in Octobeearly November? 2 pairs of the Amazon Basics A100 USB-powered computer speakers Then on Tuesday, November 30th (my mom's 65th birthday), the tax accountant stepmom sneaks a Hiroshima Little Boy in the mail. "It" is the Behringer Xenyx 302 USB audio interface/sound card! (This thing's barely the size of an IPhone even with all the analog knobs, sliders and buttons. With the absence of a digital display, there's nothing to worry about reading. The "Moses Seat" has all the plug-in slots. From left to right: XLQuarter-inch combo mic plug (1/4-inch has no phantom power for it), XLR is fully phantom-powered. Three pairs of RCA (composite) type plugs (left and right); Input 1 works if the first button is pushed out (in mixer mode). Input 2 is a line signal of what's connected to it. (This signal Is Always heard whether in mixesound card mode; non-adjustable hardware volume lest you count the Monitor volume mentioned later). The output pair can be used for a home theatestereo system. Two 1/8-inch jacks above each other (microphone above headphone/monitor). Finally, an LED light for power to the mixer diagonal to the right of the 1/8-inch microphone plug.. Just under the "moses Seat" (I've call it the Bema every once in a while), are a knob, three buttons and another knob. Again left to right: Gain/Phantom (how electrically charged Channel 1 is), a Mode button choosing between Mixer and SoundCard (Mixer is pushed out whereas SoundCard is pushed in). The second and third buttons are broadcast buttons, meaning if they're pushed out, local happenings on the mixer are advertised to everyone. If pushed in, nothing streams outside of the mixesound card loop. The third button before the Monitor Volume (if pushed out) also allows output to a standard RCA set (stereo, home theater, etc.). Finally, a monitor volume (local listening impact only). Underneath these from left to right: Bass, treble and Pan sliders for Channel 1, then Channel 2/the sound card (depends on first button's push), finally two LED's for left and right channel audio in the stereo field. Then on the very bottom from left to right: Channnel 1 volume (LED above it diagonal right), Channel 2/sound card volume, Master Mix Volume (exclusively for the last pair of RCA slots for the home theatestereo system. Complete with: an Audio Technica AT2020 XLR microphone! One of the A100's got hooked right up to the mixer. Damn this thing sounds bad ass! While initially enjoying the mixer, something told me to slow down just a bit and take real stock of what was happening. Things were about to get interesting... Late Larry lamentations: A pickup coil (analog contact microphone) and a Braun Series 5 cordless razor. Then a JTeq HDMI Audio Extractor. Poor thing's about the size of one of the rechargeable batteries that can charge your cell phone on the go. This is for when I want a pair of headphones, monitors or just a simple pipe-in to the mixer (while everyone else still watches video/reads something) on my tv screen. On the input side, power insert, mode switch and HDMI from the host device. On the output side, an optical (older-style) out, 1/8-inch out and HDMI out to a television. Then an awkward silence: OnFriday, January 21st of 2022, around 9:00 PM before going to bed, my mom gets a call that Larry (Laurence Clayton) Bratcher has just passed away from blood clots while recovering from Covid-19 and/or pneumonia. Needless to say my sister Heather makes a total drama ass out of herself at the Saturday January 29th funeral service. She's just trying to make this funeral be about her. Ironically the very same weekend I'm going through a massive bout of verdigo. I hardly got out of bed to do anything that weekend. Finally on Monday January 31st, I take a quick bath and prepare to go to the hospital for the verdigo treatment. (Laptop's not going for the ride, Hoover Damn It!) I'm there for a full week. P.S.1: Sorry to hear that Classic Joke Monday is going bye bye; oh wait, it's on, UhOh I don't watch you anymore? Quick Question! "What's at the bottom of the ocean and shakes? A nervous wreck!" Also, copied this from a local Twitter log: "Why did the dolphin cross the ocean? To get to the other tide." P.S.2: Do you still do the 'What's Wrong With These Photos?' segment? My mom tries to describe the goings-on in them; needless to say, all of it's funny! Keep up the good work. P.S.3: Did I mention your mini-games? Those are downright hilarious! "Know or Go", anyone? Like the Madonna one on Monday, 6/17/2013! "We'll see you in a minute…" Down into the dunk tank! And now that we've reached the end of our show: "I hope you all enjoyed today's show; Be kind to one another! Bye bye." Music bed goes here... "With over 3,400 flights daily, American Airlines knows why you love to fly. Anyway…" Door slam goes here; then the ABC Action News at 5 starts. "From Tampa Bay's streaming news leader, this is ABC Action News, taking action for you". And with that, Apophus is officially confirmed on Friday, 4/13/1929. Say welcome to WormWood.
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2023.03.18 22:57 josheganwyer My 2013 ford escape needs brake pads and rotor replacement. How feasible is it to change them myself and are there special parts/tools I would need to get it done? Would it be better to just have it professionally done?

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2023.03.18 22:39 enbyatlasUTAUq I'm the girl who last saw Casey Westwood. I lied about it to the police.

Casey lived one street over from me. She was a tall and strong and always excited for our next adventure together. We'd been friends since first grade, and we mostly either ran around outside or chilled in her living room. But today, some of her neighbor's kids had coaxed her out to play with them, and I ended up doing so too. They were younger than us and pretty rowdy and energetic. I was a little pissy because it was a hot day and I wanted to play games on her mom's iPad.
And of course, like any gaggle of weird children living in the bad part of a large city, there was one place in particular we wanted explore - the old abandoned meth house down the street. Granted, we were too young to figure out it was a drug house, we just knew it was abandoned and therefore it had to be haunted or something. Every abandoned house is haunted, that's just how it is.
I was always a pretty rational kid, I think. I tried to find explanations for all the weird shit I saw, and usually realized it was something like the wind or the angle of the floor, nothing spooky or strange. But I had learned that pointing things out to other kids typically made them mad at me, so instead I usually played along. It's not like playing Ghost Hunters wasn't fun, I just wasn't feeling it that day. Wanted to be in and out quickly so we could do something actually fun.
Anyway. We go into this house through the back door, which I guess some of the homeless people who squatted there must have left unlocked. There was a screen and thin a heavy wooden door that drifted closed if you didn't hold it, so me and my friend went out in the grass and found a nice and heavy rock to prop against it. We liked leaving a quick escape open in case any adults noticed us through the windows.
The house was small, just like every house in our neighborhood. The back door lead into the kitchen, which was only separated from the living room by the change from tile to carpet. There was trash thrown about, a box of cheerios scattered across the floor. About what you'd expect. Down the hallway there were I think two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a little closet where the water heater was kept. The door to that was smaller and raised up off the ground, I guess to discourage little kids from climbing in there.
That door was hanging open as we explored the rooms a bit. Nothing of interest was here, and I was easily bored, so I started to lead everyone back outside, until my friend stopped and pointed to the heater door. "Look, it's moving!" And when I looked, it was very slowly creaking closed. I knew there was a room with a window open directly across from it, so I brought that up. In response, my friend called out, "Open the door!"
And it creaked, slowly and steadily, back open again.
Of course, my friend and her neighbors all went ballistic, convinced they were now communicating with a ghost via a creaky old door. I stood at the end of the hall while they all rushed over to check around it, looking for anything out of the ordinary. It was determined that opening the door further meant 'yes' and closing it meant 'no', and from there questions were asked. I don't remember what was asked, I just remember the answers being weirdly intelligent. A little too intelligent for me to remain comfortable writing it off as the wind.
It just... answered things. It gradually got quicker with its responses. From basic math questions to question about this hypothetical ghost's life, it seemed to answer in earnest. Like it was a real person. Nobody was close enough to touch the door, nobody was tampering with it. They all just stood, fascinated by the door that seemed to be talking to them.
If it was hot outside, it was even hotter in the house. I was already in a bad mood and I wanted to go back to my friend's house. Even if we couldn't go inside, we could sit under her trampoline and cool off for a bit. Maybe her mom would even let us turn on the hose and fill up the inflatable pool.
I was whining, insisting we head back. I whined that it was too hot, that I was thirsty and wanted water, that I was hungry and wanted to ask her mom if I was staying for dinner or if I had to go home. She wasn't even getting annoyed with me, just repeatedly shooting down my complaints as she wanted to know more, to learn about whatever she was speaking to. I opened my mouth to complain again, louder this time, but I was cut off by a loud slamming sound, so hard I felt the ground under my shoes shaking with the force of it. I whipped my head around just in time to see the rock skidding across the tile and catching on the carpet, rolling twice before coming to a stop.
The back door had been slammed shut. Like someone had come home angry and wanted to make it known. With the strength of a grown adult, not of any of us frightened children. And I saw nothing there. No homeless person here to hurt us, no angry demonic figure with a threatening glare. The space by the door was completely empty. I thought maybe someone was hiding outside to trick us, but through the window near the door I again saw nothing. Not even a rustling of the grass.
The younger kids started screaming and I ran over to the door, pulling it back open and breathing a sigh of relief. I had been half-expecting it to be locked, like in the horror movies. The younger ones ran out, then my friend, dragging me behind her. We ran as fast as we could around the corner of the house, through the side gate, and down the street towards my friend's house. The neighbor kids split from us to run home, and we ran inside, hurrying to her bedroom and closing the door, drawing the curtains just to be safe.
We talked a bit about what had happened. I don't remember exactly what was said, but I do remember the excited gleam in her eye as she spoke. She asked me what I saw, since she was further down the hall and couldn't see the back door. I told her I saw the rock moving, but nothing else. I guess in her child mind, she had asserted the ghost was actually a demon, and one that needed exorcising. So she grabbed her children's Bible and held it over her head triumphantly as she declared we were going back to get rid of it.
I was wholly against it. That shit was real and it was scary. I didn't want to go back, I wanted to leave it alone forever so it would have no reason to hurt me. I suggested telling her mother and she shot down the idea like I was a moron. We both knew if we told any adults, they wouldn't believe us and we'd probably get in trouble for going in there in the first place. I couldn't argue with that. The adults in our lives always wrote off whatever we said as kids having fun, regardless of it being something real that had frightened us or an actual game of pretend.
Still, I wasn't going back, and I made that clear. She could complain all she wanted but I wasn't going to listen to her. If she really wanted to go, she could go alone. So she puffed out her chest, shouted "Fine!" and I watched her march out of her bedroom and out the front door. I was upset with her, both for writing me off earlier in the house and for demanding we go back. So I went home, just around the corner in the other direction.
The next day, my mom got a phone call while I was watching TV on the couch. After she hung up, I remember her coming over to me and just knowing something was wrong. Her movements were too slow, too gentle. I tried to think of anything I had done wrong recently. My friend wouldn't have snitched on me, even if she'd been caught, but those other kids might. Maybe they said something?
"Honey, you went to play with Casey yesterday, right?" My mom asked. My stomach sank and I looked down at my lap shamefully. I was definitely caught. This is why I hated playing with younger kids when doing bad stuff. They always told on you eventually.
"Did she say anything to you? Did she plan on running away or anything?" She questioned further without me saying anything, and I went from ashamed to confused. "No. Why?"
"Did you see her going with anyone? Maybe a stranger or one of her neighbors?" Ignoring my question, my mom leaned forward, her expression starting to look more and more worried. I shook my head. "Why? What's wrong with her?"
My mom went on to explain, as gently as possible, that my friend never came home last night and her mama was scared, so if I knew anything at all, I had to tell. I remember the war I waged in my mind right then, my worry for my friend's safety being weighed against the unspoken rule of 'no snitching' among kids. I don't remember exactly what I said, but it wasn't the whole truth. I didn't mention ever going in there with her, saying I waited outside until everyone came running out. I told my mom that Casey said it was filled with demons and she wanted to play exorcist, but I came home because I was tired. I told her I saw Casey going that way though, when I left.
I don't think my mom fully believed me, even as she relayed back what I said to my friend's mother. She would ask if I was sure or if I had forgotten something at least six more times that day. Even as I parroted the story to a police officer, she asked if that was all, or if I wanted to add something other detail that might help. I declined every time.
The parents of the neighbor kids were always a bit sketchy. I wasn't technically supposed to play with them, but my mom gave me a pass since I was playing with my friend and those kids just happened to be there. But the sketchiness helped me out, because the parents wouldn't let the police question their kids. I was the only witness who said they were there with my friend and I, so I guess they couldn't get what they needed to make the parents stand down. I didn't really care about the specifics, anyway. My two main concerns were not getting in trouble and finding my friend.
I had already been put to bed, with a story read to me and a kiss on my forehead, when they found her. Nobody would tell me back then, but it was talked about on the news and I managed to dig up some of the clips on YouTube. She was found in the crawlspace, face down in the mud. She was messed up pretty bad, they said. Broken bones, covered in bruises. Police report said she was beaten to death.
And the worst part about it? I saw girls on there making videos about Casey, showing pictures of her smiling and laughing as they theorized about whether it was her father or the sketchy man next door. They brought up what I said too, wondering if I was truthful or if I'd been scared into silence by someone. There were a couple theories about whether I'd done it, too. I guess staying off social media was a good choice on my end, because there was an entire section of one girl's video was dedicated to attempts at reaching me specifically. There were some fake accounts who gave fake answers, but they'd all been proven to be fake, thankfully.
So here I am. Giving you all the real deal. At the end here, I do have a message to the masses. First off, fuck the true crime community and fuck everyone who's treated my best friend's death like some kind of spectacle. I talked to Casey's mom for the first time in a while, and apparently the harassment you guys have put her through has been a motherfucking nightmare. Blaming her dad for killing her up until the day he died, and claiming her mom covered it up to protect him. You're all fucking disgusting and I hope you die as horribly as she did, alone and cold and terrified, so then you can spend your afterlives apologizing to her. She would have hated you, too.
Second, I can't tell you for sure what happened to her. Like I said, I didn't go back. I didn't ride my bike down that street for the rest of my childhood. It could've been some demonic force or it could've been a homeless person on some kind of drugs that did it. I don't know. The only thing I can say is that nobody seems to have noticed her children's Bible. Either that or nobody seems to have mentioned it. Did anyone ever find it? Is it somewhere under that crawlspace still?
And lastly, I didn't do it. Her dad didn't do it and I doubt the sketchy one did it either. Her dad loved her and he treated her well. He would've taken a bullet for his daughter. And that sketchy dude was skin and bones, pale as paper. He never left the house and looked like he couldn't lift a dictionary, let alone do that much damage to someone. Casey was tough, too. She would've gone down fighting, and I feel like if she was fighting against him she would've won, so long as he didn't have help.
You have my side of the story - the real one this time, not the half-truths I told as a child and not the fake shit whoever's pretending to be me fed you. Is this what you wanted? It doesn't give you or me or her mother any answers. We'll never really know what happened to Casey Westwood and that's just something you've got to accept. I did, her parents did, the whole neighborhood did, so why can't you just let her rest? Give her name some fucking peace. God knows she deserves it after all this time.
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1917 (2019) (MA/4K) $6.25 (MA/HD) $3.50
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Basic Instinct (Unrated Director’s Cut) (1992) (Vudu/HD) $6.25
Batman and Superman: Battle of the Super Sons (2022) (MA/HD) $5
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Bond: Spy Who Loved Me (1977) (Vudu/HD) $6.25
Bond: Tomorrow Never Dies (1997) (Vudu/HD) $6.25
Book Club (2018) (Vudu/HD) $1.75 (iTunes/4K) $1.25
Book of Henry (2017) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5
Book Thief, The (2013) (MA/HD) $5.75
Booksmart (2019) (MA/HD) $5.25
Born a Champion (2021) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.50
Boss Baby (2017) (MA/HD) $1.50
Boss Baby: Family Business (2021) (MA/HD) $4.50
Bourne Collection 1-5 (MA/4K) $26.25 (iTunes/4K) $19 (MA/HD) $15
Braveheart (1995) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.25 (Vudu/HD) $5.25
Breakdown (1997) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5.75
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Break-Up, The (2006) (MA/HD) $3
Brian Banks (2019) (MA/HD) $4.50
Bridesmaids (2011) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $3.50
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Bring It On (2000) (MA/HD) $3
Broken Hearts Gallery (2020) (MA/HD) $3.75
Bros (2022) (MA/HD) $6.75
Bruno (2009) (MA/HD) $3
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Butterfly Effect, The (2004) (MA/HD) $4
Call Me by Your Name (2017) (MA/HD) $6
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Candyman (2020) (MA/HD) $4.25
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Choice, The (2016) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3.25
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Dirty Grandpa (2016) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6
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Do the Right Thing (1989) (MA/4K) $6
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Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022) (MA/4K) $6 (MA/HD) $2.75 (GP/HD) $2
Dog (2022) (Vudu/HD) $3.50
Dolittle (2020) (MA/4K) $6 (MA/HD) $3.50
Don't Breathe (2016) (MA/HD) $5.50
Don't Tell a Soul (2021) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5
Don't Worry Darling (2022) (MA/HD) $5.50
Doors (1991) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $4
Downton Abbey: A New Era (2022) (MA/HD) $4.25
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Dragonheart 5-Movie (MA/HD) $15
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Drive (2011) (MA/HD) $4.25
Dumb and Dumber To (2014) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $3.25
Dumbo (2019) (MA/4K) $6.25 (iTunes/4K) $5.50 (GP/HD) $2.50
Dune (2021) (MA/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $2.50
Dying of the Light (2014) (Vudu/HD) $2.25
E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial (1982) (MA/4K) $6.25 (iTunes/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $3
Early Man (2018) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5.25
Easter Sunday (2022) (MA/HD) $6.75
Echo Boomers (2020) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4
Edward Scissorhands (1990) (MA/HD) $3
Eighth Grade (2018) (Vudu/HD) $5.75
Elvis (2022) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $4.50
Elysium (2013) (MA/HD) $3.50
Encanto (2021) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) (GP/4K) $3.50
Enough Said (2013) (MA/HD) $2.75
Equalizer (2014) (MA/4K) $7.75 (MA/HD) $3.75
Equalizer 2 (2018) (MA/4K) $7.25 (MA/HD) $2.75
Equilibrium (2002) (Vudu/HD) $5.50
Escape from L.A (1996) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.25
Eternals (2021) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $4.75 (GP/HD) $3.25
Everest (2015) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $3 (iTunes/4K) $4
Evil Dead II (1987) (Vudu/4K) $4.25
Ex Machina (2015) (Vudu/4K) $6.50 (Vudu/HD) $4
Expendables 1-3 (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Eyes of Tammy Faye (2021) (GP/HD) $4.25
F9: The Fast Saga + Director's Cut (2021) (MA/4K) $5.75 (MA/HD) $3.50
Fabelmans (2022) (MA/HD) $7
Fahrenheit 451 (2018) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50 (GP/HD) $3
Fantastic Beasts Collection 1-3 (MA/HD) $8.50
Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore (2022) (MA/4K) $5.50 (MA/HD) $3
Fantastic Four (2015) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4.50
Fantasy Island (2020) (MA/HD) $7
Far and Away (1992) (MA/HD) $3
Farewell, The (2019) (Vudu/HD) $5.75
Fast & Furious Collection 1-9 (MA/HD) $10
Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $6.25
Fatale (2020) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $3.50
Father Stu (2022) (MA/HD) $5.75
Fatherhood (2021) (MA/HD) $3.50
Field of Dreams (1989) (MA/4K) $7.50 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $6
Fifty Shades of Grey 3-Movie + Unrated (MA/4K) $16.50 (MA/HD) $10
Finding Dory (2016) (MA/4K) $5.75 (iTunes/4K) $3.50 (GP/HD) $1.25
Finding Nemo (2003) (MA/4K) $6.75 (iTunes/4K) $5.25 (GP/HD) $3
Firestarter (1984) (MA/HD) $3
First Purge (2018) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $4.50
Five Feet Apart (2019) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2.75
Flatliners (2017) (MA/HD) $4.50
Flushed Away (2006) (MA/HD) $6.50
Footloose (2011) (iTunes/HD) $3.75
Forbidden Kingdom (2008) (Vudu/HD) $4
Ford v Ferrari (2019) (MA/4K) $7.75 (MA/HD) $4.75
Forever My Girl (2018) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3
Forever Purge (2021) (MA/HD) $5.50
Forrest Gump (1994) (Vudu/4K) $7.25 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $5.50
Fox and the Hound (1981) (MA/HD) $6.50 (GP/HD) $5
Fox and the Hound 2, The (2006) (MA/HD) $4 (GP/HD) $3
Frankenstein (1931) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50
Free Guy (2021) (MA/4K) $7.50 (MA/HD) $4.75 (GP/HD) $3.25
French Dispatch (2021) (MA/HD) $5 (GP/HD) $3.50
From Dusk till Dawn (1996) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50
Fruitvale Station (2014) (Vudu/HD) $4
Fury (2014) (MA/4K) $6.50
Galaxy Quest (1999) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $6
Game Night (2018) (MA/4K) $5
Gamer (2009) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $5.75
Gangs of New York (2002) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5
Gemini Man (2019) (Vudu/4K) $5.75 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2.50
Get Him to the Greek (Unrated) (2010) (MA/HD) $3
Get Out (2017) (MA/4K) $7 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3.75
Ghost in the Shell (1995) (Animated) (Vudu/4K) $4
Ghost Rider (2007) & Hellboy (2004) (MA/HD) $11
Ghostbusters II (1989) (MA/HD) $3.50
Ghostbusters: Afterlife (2021) (MA/HD) $3.50
Ghosts: Season 1 (2021) (Vudu/HD) $7
Gladiator (2000) (Vudu/4K) $6.25 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $5
Glass (2019) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $4.50
Glory (1989) (MA/4K) $7.75
Godfather Trilogy (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $14
Gods of Egypt (2016) (Vudu/4K) $5.25 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $1.50
Godzilla (2014) (MA/4K) $5
Godzilla vs. Kong (2021) (MA/4K) $6
Gold (2016) (Vudu/HD) $1.50
Gone Girl (2014) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $5.75
Good Boys (2019) (MA/HD) $3.25
Good Lie (2014) (MA/HD) $1.50
Good Will Hunting (1997) (Vudu/HD) $5.25
Goosebumps 2 (2018) (MA/4K) $7.75 (MA/HD) $6.50
Gotti (2018) (Vudu/HD) $2
Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) (MA/HD) $4
Grease (1978), 2 (1982), Live! (2016) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $14
Green Book (2018) (MA/4K) $7.50 (MA/HD) $5
Green Knight (2021) (Vudu/4K) $5
Green Lantern: Beware My Power (2022) (MA/HD) $3.75
Green Mile, The (1999) (MA/4K) $6
Greenberg (2010) (MA/HD) $3
Greta (2019) (MA/HD) $5.25
Grey, The (2012) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.75
Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) (MA/4K) $7.25 (iTunes/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $4.50 (GP/HD) $1.75
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (2017) (MA/4K) $6.75 (iTunes/4K) $4.25 (GP/HD) $1.25
Hacksaw Ridge (2016) (Vudu/4K) $4.50 (iTunes/4K) $3.50 (Vudu/HD) $2.25
Halloween (2018) (MA/4K) $6.25 (MA/HD) $4.25
Halloween Ends (2022) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $4.50
Halloween Kills (2021) (MA/4K) $6.25 (MA/HD) $4.50
Hancock (2008) (MA/4K) $7.75
Happy Feet (2006) (MA/HD) $4
Happytime Murders (2018) (iTunes/4K) $1.75
Hardcore Henry (2016) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3.50
Hate U Give (2018) (MA/4K) $7.75 (MA/HD) $4.75
Heavy Metal (1981) (MA/4K) $6.25
Hell Fest (2018) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $3.75
Hell or High Water (2016) (Vudu/4K) $5.50 (Vudu/HD) $2.50 (iTunes/4K) $3.75
Hellboy (2004) (MA/4K) $7.75
Hellboy (2019) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $4.25
Hidden Figures (2016) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $1.75
Highlander (1986) (Vudu/4K) $5.50
Hitman's Bodyguard (2017) (Vudu/4K) $6.25 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.25
Hitman's Wife's Bodyguard (2021) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $4.75
Hobbs & Shaw (2019) (MA/4K) $5.75 (MA/HD) $3.75
Hocus Pocus (1993) (MA/4K) $6.75 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4.75 (GP/HD) $2.25
Holiday Inn (1942) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3
Home Alone 1-2 (MA/HD) $7.50
Hope Springs (2012) (MA/HD) $2.50
Hostiles (2017) (Vudu/4K) $4.75 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2.75
Hotel Mumbai (2019) (MA/HD) $5.25
House of 1,000 Corpses (2003), Devil's Rejects (2005), 3 From Hell (2019) (Vudu/HD) $6
House of Gucci (2021) (iTunes/4K) $5
House of the Dragon: Season 1 (2022) (Vudu/4K) $9 (Vudu/HD) $5.25
House with a Clock in Its Walls (2018) (MA/4K) $6 (MA/HD) $3.75
How to Train Your Dragon Collection 1-3 (MA/HD) $7.50 $4.75 Each
Hulk, The (2003) (iTunes/4K) $6.50
Hunger Games Collection 1-4 (Vudu/HD) $6.50 (iTunes/4K) $12
Hunt for Red October (1990) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $4.75
Hunter Killer (2018) (Vudu/4K) $5.75 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2.75
Hurt Locker (2008) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.25
Hustle, The (2019) (iTunes/4K) $2
Hustlers (2019) (iTunes/4K) $3
I Feel Pretty (2018) (iTunes/HD) $1
I, Frankenstein (2014) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $1.75
I, Tonya (2017) (MA/HD) $5.75
Identity Thief (2013) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $3.75
If I Stay (2014) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $5.75
Imitation Game, The (2014) (Vudu/HD) $3.25
Immortal Life Of Henrietta Lacks (2017) (iTunes/HD) $3.50
Impossible, The (2013) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.75
In the Heights (2021) (MA/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $2.50
Incredible Hulk (2008) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $5
Incredibles (2004) (MA/4K) $7.75 (iTunes/4K) $6.25 (GP/HD) $4.75
Incredibles 2 (2018) (MA/4K) $6.25 (iTunes/4K) $4.50 (GP/HD) $2
Independence Day: Resurgence (2014) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $1.50
Indiana Jones 1-4 (Vudu/4K) $25 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $20
Inevitable Defeat of Mister and Pete (2013) (Vudu/HD) $4.25
Infinite (2021) (Vudu/4K) $5.75 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $5
Inglorious Bastards (2009) (MA/4K) $7.25
Inside Out (2015) (MA/4K) $5.75 (iTunes/4K) $4.25 (GP/HD) $1.50
Interstellar (2014) (Vudu/4K) $6.25 (iTunes/4K) $5.75 (Vudu/HD) $4
Invisible Man (2020) (MA/4K) $6.25 (MA/HD) $3.75
Invitation, The + Unrated (2022) (MA/HD) $6.50
Iron Man 1-3 (MA/4K) $21 (iTunes/4K) $16 (GP/HD) $7.50
It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (1963) (Vudu/HD) $6.75
It's a Wonderful Life (1946) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.25
Jack Frost (1998) (MA/HD) $5
Jack Reacher Collection 1-2 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $7
Jackass Forever (2022) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Jacob's Ladder (1990) (Vudu/HD) $3
Jason Statham 6-Movie (Wild Card, War, Bank Job, Transporter 3, Crank, Crank 2) (Vudu/HD) $11.50
Jaws (1975) (MA/4K) $6.50 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4.75
Jaws (1975) Jaws 2 (1978) Jaws 3 (1983) Jaws: The Revenge (1987) (MA/HD) $15.50
Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back (2001) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5.50
Jesus Music, The (2021) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50
Jexi (2019) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $3.50
Jigsaw (2017) (Vudu/4K) $5.25 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2
John Wick Collection 1-3 (Vudu/4K) $16 (iTunes/4K) $14 (Vudu/HD) $8
John Wick: Chapter 3 - Parabellum (2019) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $4
Judy (2019) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $3.75
Juice (1992) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.50
Jumanji: Next Level (2019) & Welcome to the Jungle (2017) (MA/HD) $7.50
Jumanji: The Next Level (2019) (MA/4K) $7.75 (MA/HD) $5.25
Jumanji: Welcome To The Jungle (2017) (MA/4K) $5.75 (MA/HD) $2 (MA/SD) $1
Jungle Book (1967) (MA/HD) $6 (GP/HD) $4
Jungle Cruise (2021) (MA/4K) $6.25 (MA/HD) $4 (GP/HD) $3.25
Jurassic World Collection 1-5 (MA/4K) $20 (iTunes/4K) $17.50 (MA/HD) $10.50
Jurassic World Collection 1-6 (MA/4K) $24 (MA/HD) $12.50
Jurassic World: Dominion + Extended Cut (2022) (MA/4K) $7.25 (MA/HD) $4.75
Justice Society: World War II (2021) (MA/4K) $5.75
Katy Perry: Part of Me (2012) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4
Keeping Up with the Joneses (2016) (MA/HD) $4.50
Kick-Ass (2010) (Vudu/4K) $5.75 (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.50
Kick-Ass 2 (2013) (MA/HD) $5.50 (iTunes/HD) $5
Kid Who Would Be King (2019) (MA/4K) $6 (MA/HD) $4.75
Kid, The (2019) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.25
Kill the Messenger (2014) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5.25
Killer Elite (2011) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $2.75
Killerman (2019) (Vudu/HD) $2.25 (iTunes/HD) $1.75
Killing Lincoln (2013) (MA/HD) $5.25
Kin (2018) (Vudu/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3
King Kong (2005) (MA/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) $3.75 (MA/HD) $3.50
King of Staten Island (2020) (MA/HD) $4.75
King Richard (2021) (MA/HD) $2.50
King's Man (2021) (MA/HD) $4.50 (GP/HD) $3.50
Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2.75
Kingsman: The Secret Service (2015) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4.25
Kitchen, The (2019) (MA/HD) $3
Knives Out (2019) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.25
Knocked Up (Unrated) (2007) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5.50
Kung Fu Panda 3 (2016) (MA/HD) $2.50
Kung Fu Panda Collection 1-3 (MA/HD) $12.50
L.A. Confidential (1997) (MA/HD) $5.75
Lady and the Tramp (1955) (MA/HD) $5.75 (GP/HD) $3.75
Last Duel, The (2021) (MA/HD) $5.25 (GP/HD) $4
Last Night in Soho (2021) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $5.25
Last Witch Hunter (2015) (Vudu/4K) $3.75 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $1.50
Leap! (2017) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3.75
Legend of Hercules (2014) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.25
Legion of Super Heroes (2023) (MA/HD) $6.75
Lego Batman Movie (2017) (MA/4K) $5
Liar Liar (1997) (MA/HD) $3
Lighthouse (2019) (Vudu/HD) $5.25
Lightyear (2022) (MA/4K) $5.25 (MA/HD) $2.75 (GP/HD) $2
Lilo & Stitch (2002) & Stitch Has a Glitch (2005) (MA/HD) $11 (GP/HD) $6.50
Lion King (1994) (MA/4K) $7 (iTunes/4K) $4.50 (GP/HD) $2.75
Lion King (2019) (MA/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) $4 (GP/HD) $1.25
Lion King 1 1/2 (2004) (MA/HD) $6.50 (GP/HD) $4.50
Lion King 2: Simba's Pride (1998) (MA/HD) $6.75 (GP/HD) $5.25
Little (2019) (MA/HD) $4.50
Little Fockers (2010) (MA/HD) $3
Little Mermaid (1989) (MA/4K) $7.50 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $5.75 (GP/HD) $3.75
Little Mermaid III: Ariel’s Beginning (2008) (MA/HD) $6.75 (GP/HD) $5.25
Live Die Repeat: Edge of Tomorrow (2014) (MA/4K) $5
Lock Up (1989) (Vudu/4K) $5
Logan (2017) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2.75
Logan Lucky (2017) (MA/HD) $1.50 (iTunes/4K) $2.25
London Has Fallen (2016) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $2.75
Longest Ride (2015) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $1.50
Looper (2012) (MA/4K) $6.25 (MA/HD) $3.25
Lords of Salem, The (2012) (Vudu/HD) $4.75
Lost Boys, The (1987) (MA/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $3.50
Lost City, The (2022) (Vudu/4K) $6.25 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $5
Love, Simon (2018) (MA/HD) $3
Luca (2021) (MA/4K) $6.75 (MA/HD) $3.75 (GP/HD) $3.25
Lucy (2014) (iTunes/4K) $3.75 (MA/HD) $2
Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile (2022) (MA/HD) $6
Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior (1982) (MA/4K) $5
Mad Max 3: Beyond Thunderdome (1985) (MA/4K) $5
Madagascar Collection 1-4 (MA/HD) $14
Magnificent Seven (2016) (Vudu/4K) $6 (Vudu/HD) $2.50
Maleficent (2014) (MA/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3 (GP/HD) $1.25
Maleficent: Mistress of Evil (2019) (MA/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) $3.75 (GP/HD) $1.50
Mallrats (1995) (MA/HD) $3
Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $1.75
Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1977) (MA/HD) $6.25 (GP/HD) $4.50
Many Saints of Newark (2021) (MA/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $2.50
Marksman, The (2021) (MA/HD) $5.50
Martian - Extended Cut (2015) (MA/4K) $7.75 (MA/HD) $5.25
Martian (Theatrical) (2015) (MA/4K) $7.25 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3.25
Mary Poppins Returns (2018) (MA/4K) $6.75 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4.75 (GP/HD) $2.25
Matrix (1999), Reloaded (2003), Revolutions (2003), Resurrections (2021) (MA/HD) $8
Matrix: Resurrections (2021) (MA/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $2.50
Mechanic: Resurrection (2016) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3
Meet the Parents (2000) (MA/HD) $3
Megan Leavey (2017) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $1.75
Memory (2022) (MA/HD) $4
Men (2022) (Vudu/HD) $4
Men in Black 3 (2012) (MA/HD) $2.50
Men in Black II (2002) (MA/HD) $7
Menace II Society (Director's Cut) (1993) (MA/HD) $5
Menu (2022) (MA/HD) $5.75 (GP/HD) $4
MIB: International (2019) (MA/4K) $5.75 (MA/HD) $5
Midway (1976) (MA/HD) $3
Midway (2019) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $4.25
Minions: The Rise of Gru (2022) & Minions (2015) (MA/HD) $8.25
Minions: The Rise of Gru (2022) (MA/4K) $7.25 (MA/HD) $5.75
Mission: Impossible Collection 1-6 (Vudu/4K) $26 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $21
Mission: Impossible Fallout (2018) (Vudu/4K) $3 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2.75
Mitchells Vs. The Machines (2021) (MA/HD) $4.75
Moana (2016) (MA/4K) $7 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4.75 (GP/HD) $2
Money Monster (2016) (MA/HD) $3.25
Monsoon Wedding (2001) (MA/HD) $3
Monster Hunter (2020) (MA/HD) $4.25
Monsters University (2013) (MA/4K) $6.75 (iTunes/4K) $5.75 (GP/HD) $3.50
Monsters vs. Aliens (2009) (MA/HD) $5
Monty Python's The Meaning of Life (1983) (MA/4K) $7.50
Moonfall (2022) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5
Moonrise Kingdom (2012) (MA/HD) $4.50 (iTunes/HD) $4
Morbius (2022) (MA/4K) $5.75 (MA/HD) $3.50 (MA/SD) $2.25
Mortal Engines (2018) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $2.50
Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (2014) (MA/HD) $3.50
Mr & Mrs. Smith (2005) (MA/HD) $5.75
Mulan (1998) (MA/4K) $6.75 (iTunes/4K) $5.75 (GP/HD) $3
Mulan (2020) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $4 (GP/HD) $2.25
Mulan 2 (2005) (MA/HD) $3.75 (GP/HD) $2.75
Mule, The (2018) (MA/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $2.50
Mummy (1999), Returns (2001), Tomb of the Dragon Emperor (2008), Scorpion King (2002), Mummy (2017) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $22
My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2 (2016) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $4.25
My Girl (1991) & 2 (1994) (MA/SD) $7
National Lampoon's Animal House (1978) (MA/4K) $6.25 (MA/HD) $5.50
Natural, The (1984) (MA/4K) $5
Nerve (2016) (Vudu/HD) $2.50
New Mutants (2020) (MA/4K) $6.75 (MA/HD) $5.25 (GP/HD) $2.75
News of the World (2020) (MA/4K) $6 (MA/HD) $3.75
Night at the Museum 3-Movie (MA/HD) $14 $6 Each (MA/SD) $9.50
Night House, The (2021) (MA/HD) $5 (GP/HD) $3
Night School (Extended) (2018) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $2.75
Nightmare Alley (2021) (MA/HD) $4.50 (GP/HD) $3.50
Nightmare Before Christmas (1993) (GP/HD) Ports to MA $3
No Time to Die (2021) (iTunes/4K) $3.50
Noah (2014) (Vudu/HD) $1.75 (iTunes/HD) $1.50
Nobody (2021) (MA/4K) $7.25 (MA/HD) $5.25
Nope (2022) (MA/4K) $8 (MA/HD) $6.25
Nope (2022), Get Out (2017) & Us (2019) (MA/HD) $10.25
Northman (2022) (MA/4K) $7.75 (MA/HD) $5
Now You See Me 1-2 (Vudu/HD) $4 (iTunes/HD) $6.50
Nutcracker and the Four Realms (2018) (MA/4K) $6 (MA/HD) $3 (GP/HD) $2.50
Oblivion (2013) (MA/4K) $7 (iTunes/4K) $3.50 (MA/HD) $2.25
Old (2021) (MA/HD) $4.50
Once Upon A Time... In Hollywood (2019) (MA/4K) $6.75 (MA/HD) $5.25
Onward (2020) (MA/4K) $5.50 (MA/HD) $4 (GP/HD) $2.25
Orphan: First Kill (2022) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $7
Other Woman (2014) (MA/HD) $2.25
Our Kind of Traitor (2016) (Vudu/HD) $3.25
Overlord (2018) (Vudu/4K) $5 (Vudu/HD) $2.75 (iTunes/4K) $3.75
Oz the Great and Powerful (2013) (MA/HD) $2 (GP/HD) $1
Pacific Rim Uprising (2018) (MA/4K) $7.75 (MA/HD) $4.50
Paper Towns (2011) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2.75
ParaNorman (2012) (iTunes/HD) $5.25
Parasite (2019) (MA/HD) $4.75
Passengers (2016) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $3
Patriot Games (1992) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.50
Paw Patrol: The Movie (2021) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $5
Peanuts Movie (2015) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2.25
Pearl (2022) (Vudu/HD) $6
Penguins of Madagascar (2014) (MA/HD) $1.75
Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters (2013) (MA/HD) $2.25
Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $1.75
Pet Sematary (1989) (iTunes/4K) $4 (Vudu/HD) $3.75
Pet Sematary (2019) (Vudu/4K) $4.50 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $2.50
Pete’s Dragon (2016) (MA/HD) $6.25 (GP/HD) $4.25
Peter Pan (1953) (MA/HD) $6.50 (GP/HD) $5
Peter Pan: Return to Neverland (2002) (MA/HD) $6.25 (GP/HD) $4.75
Peter Rabbit (2018) & 2 (2021) (MA/HD) $10.25 $5.75 Each
Peter Rabbit 2 (2021) (MA/HD) $3.75
Philadelphia (1993) (MA/4K) $7.75
Philomena (2013) (Vudu/HD) $2
Pitch Perfect (2012) (MA/4K) $5.75 (MA/HD) $2.75 (iTunes/4K) $3.75
Pitch Perfect Collection 1-3 (MA/HD) $11.75
Planet of the Apes 1-3 (Newer) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $12
Playing with Fire (2019) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $1.50
Pocahontas (1995) (MA/HD) $6.50 (GP/HD) $5
Pocahontas II: Journey to a New World (1998) (MA/HD) $6 (GP/HD) $3.25
Point Break (2015) (MA/HD) $2
Poltergeist (1982) (MA/4K) $5
Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping (2016) (MA/HD) $3
Power Rangers (2017) (Vudu/4K) $5.50 (iTunes/4K) $3.25 (Vudu/HD) $2.75
Precious (2009) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $6.25
Predator (1987), 2 (1990), Predators (2009), Predator (2018) $11
Predator (2018) (MA/4K) $6.25 (MA/HD) $2.50
Premium Rush (2012) (MA/HD) $3
Prey for the Devil (2022) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.25
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016) (MA/HD) $7
Prometheus (2012) (MA/4K) $6.25 (MA/HD) $1.75
Protege, The (2021) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.75
Psycho (1960), Rear Window (1954), The Birds (1963), Vertigo (1958) (MA/4K) $19
Pulp Fiction (1994) (Vudu/4K) $5.50 (Vudu/HD) $4.25 (iTunes/HD) $5.25
Punisher, The (2004) (Vudu/4K) $6
Punisher: War Zone (2008) (Vudu/4K) $6
Purge, The (2013) (MA/4K) $6.50 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3
Purge: Anarchy (2014) (MA/4K) $5.75 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $4.75
Puss in Boots (2011) & The Last Wish (2022) (MA/HD) $11
Race (2016) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $2.50
Raid 2 (2014) (MA/HD) $6
Raid: Redemption + Unrated (2012) (MA/HD) $5.50
Ralph Breaks the Internet (2018) (MA/4K) $5.25 (iTunes/4K) $4.50 (GP/HD) $1.50
Rambo Collection 1-5 (Vudu/HD) $15
Rampage (2018) (MA/4K) $5
Ray (2004) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $5.25
Raya and the Last Dragon (2021) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $4.75 (GP/HD) $2.75
Rear Window (1954) (MA/4K) $4.75
Red (2010) (Vudu/4K) $6.50
Red 2 (2013) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.50 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $1.50
Red Rocket (2021) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Replicas (2019) (Vudu/4K) $5.50
Requiem for a Dream - Director's Cut (2000) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.25
Reservoir Dogs (1992) (Vudu/4K) $5.75 (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5.25
Resident Evil: Retribution (2012) (MA/HD) $2.25
Resident Evil: The Final Chapter (2017) (MA/4K) $7.75 (MA/HD) $3
Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City (2021) (MA/4K) $7.50 (MA/HD) $4.50
Respect (2021) (iTunes/4K) $4.50
Revenant, The (2015) (MA/4K) $5.25 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3.25
Richie Rich (1994) (MA/HD) $5
Riddick - Unrated Director's Cut (2013) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4
Ride Along 1-2 (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5 $2.75 Each
Rio (2011) (MA/HD) $5.50
Rise of the Guardians (2012) (MA/HD) $3.25
Rise of the Planet of the Apes (2010) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $5.75
Robin Hood (2010) (MA/4K) $6.50
Robin Hood (2018) (Vudu/4K) $5 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.25
RoboCop (2014) (Vudu/HD) $2
Rock Dog 3: Battle the Beat (2022) (Vudu/HD) $6.25
Rocketman (2019) (Vudu/4K) $5 (iTunes/4K) $2.50 (Vudu/HD) $2.25
Rocky Collection 1-4 (Vudu/4K) $17.50
Rogue (2020) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $3.50
Roman J. Israel, Esq. (2017) (MA/HD) $3.50
Ron's Gone Wrong (2021) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $5.25 (GP/HD) $3.50
Rough Night (2017) (MA/HD) $4.50
Rumble (2022) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $6
Running Man, The (1987) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.25
Rush (2013) (MA/HD) $2.75 (iTunes/HD) $3.25
Safe House (2012) (MA/HD) $4 (iTunes/HD) $2.50
Sandlot, The (1993) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $5
Saturday Night Fever (1977) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.25
Sausage Party (2016) (MA/HD) $4
Saving Private Ryan (1998) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.50
Saw (2004) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.50
Saw Collection 1-7 (Vudu/HD) $10
Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (2010) (MA/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.75 (MA/HD) $5
Scream (1996) (Vudu/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.75
Scream 5 (2022) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.25
Secret Headquarters (2022) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/4K) $6.25
Secret in Their Eyes (2015) (MA/HD) (iTunes/HD) $2.25
Secret Life of Pets 1-2 (MA/HD) $7.25
Secret Life of Pets 2 (2019) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $4.75
Selma (2015) (Vudu/HD) $3 (iTunes/HD) $2.25
Shack (2017) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $1.50
Shallows, The (2016) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD $4.50
Shang-Chi (2021) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $5 (GP/HD) $3.25
Shark Tale (2004) (MA/HD) $3.75
Shaun of the Dead (2004), Hot Fuzz (2007), World's End (2013) (MA/HD) $10
Shawshank Redemption (1994) (MA/4K) $5 (MA/HD) $3.50
Sherlock Gnomes (2018) (Vudu/HD) $2.75 (iTunes/4K) $2.25
Sicario (2015) (Vudu/4K) $6 (Vudu/HD) $1.75 (iTunes/4K) $3
Sicario: Day of the Soldado (2018) (MA/4K) $7.75 (MA/HD) $3.75
Silent Night, Deadly Night: 3-Film Collection (1989-1991) (Vudu/HD) $6
Silver Linings Playbook (2012) (Vudu/HD) $2
Sing 2 (2021) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $3.75
Skyscraper (2018) (MA/4K) $5.50 (MA/HD) $1.75
Slender Man (2018) (MA/HD) $5.50
Smile (2022) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $6.75
Smokey and the Bandit (1977) (MA/4K) $6.75 (MA/HD) $3.75
Smokin' Aces (2007) (MA/4K) $6.25 (iTunes/HD) $5.75
Snake Eyes (2021) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.50
Snow White and the Huntsman (Extended) (2012) (iTunes/4K) $3.50 (MA/HD) $2.50
Snowman (2017) (MA/HD) $2
Sonic the Hedgehog (2020) (Vudu/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.25
Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (2022) (Vudu/4K) $6.75 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.75
Soul (2020) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $3.75 (GP/HD) $2.25
Source Code (2011) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6
Southpaw (2015) (Vudu/HD) $4.25
Southside With You (2016) (Vudu/HD) $3.50
Space Jam (1996) (MA/4K) $5
Space Jam: A New Legacy (2021) (MA/4K) $5
Sparkle (2012) (MA/HD) $3.50 (MA/SD) $2.25
Speed (1994) (MA/4K) $5.25
Spider-Man Collection 1-8 (MA/HD) $26
Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019) (MA/HD) $4.25
Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) (MA/4K) $6.75 (MA/HD) $4
Spiral (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.50
Spirit Untamed: The Movie (2021) (MA/HD) $4.25
Spirit, The (2008) (Vudu/HD) $3
Split (2017) (MA/4K) $6.75 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2.75
SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out of Water (2015) (Vudu/HD) $4.75 (iTunes/HD) $3.50
Spotlight (2015) (MA/HD) $5 (iTunes/HD) $3
Spy Who Dumped Me (2018) (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.25
Stand Up Guys (2012) (Vudu/HD) $2.75
Star Trek 1-3 (Vudu/4K) $18.75 (Vudu/HD) $9.50 (iTunes/4K) $13.50
Star, The (2017) (MA/HD) $2.50
Stillwater (2021) (MA/HD) $5
Strange World (2022) (MA/HD) $5.25 (GP/HD) $3.75
Suicide Squad, The (2021) (MA/4K) $5
Sully (2016) (MA/4K) $5
Sum of All Fears, The (2002) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.75
Super 8 (2011) (Vudu/4K) $5.75 (Vudu/HD) $3.25 (iTunes/4K) $5
Super Buddies (2013) (MA/HD) $5.75 (GP/HD) $4
Survive the Night (2020) (Vudu/4K) $4 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3
SW: A New Hope (1977) (MA/4K) $7.25 (iTunes/4K) $6.50 (GP/HD) $3.50
SW: Empire Strikes Back (1980) (MA/4K) $7.25 (iTunes/4K) $6.75 (GP/HD) $3.50
SW: Force Awakens (2015) (MA/4K) $5.50 (iTunes/4K) $4 (GP/HD) $1.75
SW: Last Jedi (2017) (MA/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) $4 (GP/HD) $1.25
SW: Phantom Menace (1999) (MA/4K) $7.50 (iTunes/4K) $6.50 (GP/HD) $3.50
SW: Return of the Jedi (1983) (MA/4K) $7.50 (iTunes/4K) $7 (GP/HD) $3.50
SW: Revenge of the Sith (2005) (MA/4K) $7.50 (iTunes/4K) $6.50 (GP/HD) $3.50
SW: Rise of Skywalker (2019) (MA/4K) $6.50 (iTunes/4K) $5 (GP/HD) $2.50
SW: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) (MA/4K) $7 (iTunes/4K) $4 (GP/HD) $1.50
SW: Solo: A Star Wars Story (2018) (MA/4K) $7.25 (iTunes/4K) $5.25 (GP/HD) $3.25
Taken (2009), 2 (2012), 3 (2015) (MA/HD) $9.50
Ten Commandments (1956) (Vudu/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $5.75
Terminator (1984) (Vudu/HD) $7
Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $4.25
Terminator: Dark Fate (2019) (Vudu/4K) $6.75 (Vudu/HD) $3 (iTunes/4K) $2.50
Think Like a Man (2012) & Two (2014) (MA/HD) $9
This Means War (2012) (MA/HD) $4
Thor: Love and Thunder (2022) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $3.50 (GP/HD) $2.25
Thor: Ragnarok (2017) (MA/4K) $7.50 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3.50 (GP/HD) $1.75
Thor: The Dark World (2013) (MA/4K) $7 (iTunes/4K) $4.75 (GP/HD) $2.25
Those Who Wish Me Dead (2021) (MA/4K) $5
Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (2017) (MA/HD) $3.50
Till (2022) (iTunes/4K) $6.25
To Kill a Mockingbird (1962) (MA/4K) $6.25 (iTunes/HD) $4.50
Top Gun (1986) (Vudu/4K) $5.25 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $4.75
Top Gun: Maverick (2022) (Vudu/4K) $6.75 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $6.25
Total Recall (1990) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.25
Toy Story 1-4 (MA/4K) $23 (iTunes/4K) $21 (GP/HD) $11.50
Training Day (2001) (MA/4K) $7
Trainwreck (2015) (iTunes/HD) Ports to MA $1.50
Transformers 1-5 (Vudu/HD) $23
Transporter, The (2002) (MA/HD) $5.75
Trick 'r Treat (2009) (MA/HD) $5
Trolls Collection 1-2 (MA/HD) $6.50
Trolls World Tour (2020) (MA/HD) $5.75
Tucker: The Man and His Dream (1988) (Vudu/HD) $2.75
Turbo (2013) (MA/HD) $2.25 (iTunes/SD) $1.25
Turning Red (2022) (MA/4K) $6.50 (MA/HD) $4.25 (GP/HD) $3
Umma (2022) (MA/HD) $3.75
Unbreakable (2000) (MA/4K) $6 (GP/HD) $3.75
Uncharted (2022) (MA/4K) $5.75 (MA/HD) $3.75
Uncle Drew (2018) (Vudu/4K) $6.25 (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $3
Uncut Gems (2019) (Vudu/HD) $4.25
Under the Skin (2014) (Vudu/HD) $5.25
Underwater (2020) (MA/HD) $5.25
Underworld: Awakening (2012) (MA/HD) $2
Underworld: Blood Wars (2016) (MA/4K) $6 (MA/HD) $2.25
Unholy, The (2021) (MA/HD) $6.50
United 93 (2006) (MA/HD) $3
Universal Soldier (1992) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.25
Untouchables, The (1987) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $5.75
Up (2009) (iTunes/4K) $7.50 (MA/HD) $7 (GP/HD) $5
Us (2019) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $5.25
Usual Suspects, The (1995) (Vudu/HD) $6.25
Vacation (2015) (MA/HD) $2
Van Helsing (2004) (MA/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) $5
Venom (2005) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $4.75
Venom (2018) (MA/4K) $7 (MA/HD) $3.50
Venom: Let There Be Carnage (2021) (MA/4K) $7.25 (MA/HD) $3.50
Vertigo (1958) (MA/HD) $5
Vice (2015) 'Bruce Willis' (Vudu/HD) $2.75
Vice (2018) 'Christian Bale' (MA/HD) $4.25
Violent Night (2022) (MA/HD) $7.50
Vivo (2021) (MA/HD) $4
Wallace & Gromit in the Curse of the Were-Rabbit (2005) (MA/HD) $6.75
WALL-E (2008) (MA/4K) $8
War for the Planet of the Apes (2017) (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $3
War of the Worlds (1953) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $7
Warcraft (2016) (MA/4K) $5 (iTunes/4K) (MA/HD) $2.25
Warrior (2011) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/HD) $4
Warriors, The (1979) (Vudu/HD) (iTunes/HD) $5.75
Waterworld (1995) (MA/4K) $6.75 (MA/HD) $6
Way Back, The (2020) (MA/HD) $2.50
Wayne's World (1992) (Vudu/4K) (iTunes/4K) $6.50
West Side Story (2021) (MA/4K) $6 (MA/HD) (GP/HD) $2.75
Where the Crawdads Sing (2022) (MA/HD) $5
Where'd You Go Bernadette (2019) (MA/HD) $5.50
White House Down (2013) (MA/HD) $3.50
Widows (2018) (MA/4K) $6 (MA/HD) $1.50
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971) (MA/4K) $6
Wolf of Wall Street (2013) (Vudu/4K) $6 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.50
Wolverine (Unrated) (2013) (MA/HD) $3.75
Woman King (2022) (MA/4K) $7.25 (MA/HD) $6
Wonder (2017) (Vudu/4K) $5.75 (iTunes/4K) (Vudu/HD) $3.25
Wonder Park (2019) (Vudu/HD) $3 (iTunes/4K) $2
Wonder Woman 1984 (2020) (MA/4K) $5
Wrath of Man (2021) (Vudu/HD) $3
X (2022) (Vudu/HD) $7
X-Men (2000), X2 (2003), The Last Stand (2006) (MA/HD) $14.50
X-Men: Dark Phoenix (2019) (MA/HD) $6.25
X-Men: First Class (2010), Days of Future Past (2004), Apocalypse (2014) (MA/HD) $11
Yesterday (2019) (MA/HD) $4.50
Zero Dark Thirty (2012) (MA/4K) $7.75 (MA/HD) $3
Zombieland: Double Tap (2019) (MA/HD) $4.75
Zootopia (2016) (MA/4K) $7.50 (iTunes/4K) $5.25 (MA/HD) $4.75 (GP/HD) $3.50
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2023.03.17 18:55 tonnie_taller NPR News: Ford recalls 1.5 million vehicles over problems with brake hoses and windshield wipers

Ford recalls 1.5 million vehicles over problems with brake hoses and windshield wipers The automaker is recalling nearly 1.3 million 2013-2018 Ford Fusion and Lincoln MKZ sedans, as well as 220,000 F-150 pickups from 2021. Here’s what to do if your vehicle might be affected. Read more on NPR
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2023.03.17 18:24 majesticfeast Any idea what this could be? Starting to form a bubble near passenger door of my 2013 ford and escape. It wasn’t hit by anything so believe it could be electrical or something else internally. It’s slowly getting bigger over the past few days.

Any idea what this could be? Starting to form a bubble near passenger door of my 2013 ford and escape. It wasn’t hit by anything so believe it could be electrical or something else internally. It’s slowly getting bigger over the past few days. submitted by majesticfeast to Cartalk [link] [comments]

2023.03.17 18:15 ChristianWallis I found the bunker of a prepper family who went missing three years ago

Dr Daniel Vance was a smart man. Too smart for his own good, maybe. Forty years old, a lecturer in fluid dynamics with a mind made of shapes and numbers. No one knows why but one day, on a whim, he crunched the numbers on the apocalypse and came to a troubling conclusion. He didn’t share exactly what it was he’d deduced, but given that he immediately quit his job and liquidated his many assets, it’s fair to say it wasn’t positive. Swept up in the wake of this tremendous upheaval was his wife, a twenty-four year old PhD student who had grown infatuated with Daniel some time before. She loved the strange bear of a man who could just as easily build a log cabin as he could explain the idiosyncrasies of an asteroid’s orbit. Speaking to Daniel always left you with the profound impression he was right, so when he told her what he wanted to do, she agreed.
Fifteen years and five children later, the Vances were living in the distant woods just beyond my hometown. They were enigmatic, richer than the Pope, and extremely serious about their prepper lifestyle. But they were also funny, easygoing, and incredibly compelling to speak to. Larger than life survivalists who swept into town with bizarre requests that thrilled local businesses. Vast quantities of cement, iron, lead, and steel were all shipped through the remote mountains so that the Vances could build their shelter. The advanced methods they used to keep it secret were legendary. Daniel had once spent six months earning the licence necessary to drive HGVs up to his compound so that no one else would lay eyes on it. And on one occasion when a company had refused his request for GPS tracker-free vehicles, he bought them out wholesale so that they had no choice.
So when they stopped appearing in town during the pandemic, when requests for food and goods stopped and all contact was dropped, most attributed it to lockdown. They had a bunker and had spent their entire lives training to be self-sufficient in the face of civilisation’s collapse. Even Alexander, the youngest at just three, was already collecting firewood as a chore, and learning what local plants were edible. Most of us just assumed that if anyone could ride out Covid without breaking a sweat, it would be the Vances.
The reality turned out to be something else.
When the worst came to light, we discovered that Daniel had used the pandemic as an excuse for a dry-run. The family intended to spend six months in lockdown and essentially beta test their fallout bunker. Three months in and the Sheriff received a distress call on the radio. Coordinates were provided by the hushed voice of a sobbing child that most assume was Alexander, even though that’s never been proven.
The police arrived and found the bunker still sealed. It took hours for emergency responders to cut into the door, all the while efforts were made to contact the family within but to no avail. Once inside, police were left dumbfounded. There was no one to be rescued. No bodies. No survivors. There was evidence the door’s locking mechanism had failed and trapped the Vances inside with no way out, but if so where had they gone?
Beds and cots lay everywhere with mouldering yellow sheets, buckets close to hand with stains all around them. Some doors were barred, others smashed to pieces. There was even evidence of makeshift quarantines and, in places, what looked like violence. The police, usually a fantastic source of gossip, were not forthcoming until the town demanded answers and the Sheriff was forced to offer only the barest of outlines.
An outbreak of a waterborne illness had struck the Vances down not long after they were locked inside and unable to seek help. Rumours of contagion were overstated, fuelled by the unrelated rise of Covid. Whatever contaminant had killed the Vances, it was non-organic in nature. No need to panic. The Vances loved-ones had been notified. The bunker was going to be demolished, and we could all put this terrible tragedy behind us.
Of course we still had questions. A thousand of them. Why hadn’t the family called for help? They had radios, computers, smartphones too. They were survivalists, not Amish. And where were they? What had happened to their bodies? Why hadn’t they simply left? We shouted these and more at the town meeting but the police simply refused to comment. For most of us the excitement lasted another week or two until we realised we weren’t getting answers any time soon. Besides, the pandemic was in full swing and most of us had other things to worry about. The tragic story eventually faded until it was just one of those awful things in the town’s history that we didn’t talk about. I was as guilty as anyone else of just forgetting about it.
I certainly never expected to find the bunker out there in the woods, faded police tape still on the open door that hung wide open with scorch marks around the lock. It stood out in the woods like someone had cut a hole right in the fabric of reality, the darkness so deep and black it almost ached to look at. The sight of it made my heart drop into my stomach. It radiated pain. Does that make sense? I think some part of my lizard brain picked out details that wouldn’t become apparent to me until I got closer, like the bloody finger streaks that stained the handle from where someone had scrabbled furiously at the lock without success. And the tiny viewing window had been smashed with a hammer that still lay nearby. I needed only to glimpse it to imagine the family taking turns to stand there and scream into the woods desperate for rescue.
Under any other circumstances, I would have run.
But I’d gone there looking for my dog, and my light revealed a few wet paw prints making their way down the dusty concrete tunnel. Half Bernese and half collie, Ripley is the sort of dog who trembles in my arms when a storm buffets the windows and needs his paws held when we brush him. I love him. I do not have much of a family, or a wife, or even many friends. But I have Ripley, and I could no more have turned around and gone home to an empty apartment where I would have to sob my grief away than I could flap my arms and fly. He was my dog and I’d raised him since he was a puppy, and I wasn’t going to leave him out in those woods.
I went in after him.
I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew it wouldn’t be good. Whatever the police had found, they’d not only kept most of the morbid details to themselves, they had also lied. The bunker was not demolished, or even sealed off. In fact, looking at the occasional blue latex glove tossed aside and the one or two broken police-issue flashlights, it seemed like the last people inside had been in a hurry to get out. Given this was where seven people had presumably died, I assumed it was someone’s job to clean it all up. But the corridor looked largely untouched. Just a few metres in and manic writing started to cover the walls, the desperate scrawls of a lone survivor left there to be rediscovered like cave paintings. Most were deliberations on how to get out. Diagrams. Blueprints. Equations and formulae. All focused on the door and the circuits responsible for its faulty lock. I instinctively assumed they belonged to Daniel and that he’d been the last to die. What a God awful fate for a man to outlive his children. And yet it got worse. Slowly the writing changed from equations and plans to a desperate scrawl. The same few phrases repeated over and over.
Five doors. Five. Not six. Six. Didn’t make it. Didn’t make it. Six doors. Six.
It seemed like the kind of thing you’d find in an asylum. A psychotic rambling punctuated only by six paragraphs right at the end. Each letter was impeccably neat, and each small paragraph was topped with a beautifully drawn Christian cross.
Elliott Vance aged fifteen. A gifted guitarist. He liked boys even though he thought I did not know. I loved him with everything I had. He would have made a great man.
Alicia Vance aged fourteen. She liked to paint and to shoot. She had her mother’s mean streak. It would have served her well in the future.
Elijah Vance aged eight. The smartest of us all…
These were Daniel’s memorials to his family, and seeing the words lit up by my torch was a haunting insight into the overwhelming despair he’d endured. He must have realised he wouldn’t get the chance to speak at his family’s funerals or to write their obituaries. This was his last desperate way of making sure the world might one day know them as he did - as real people.
The words marked the end of the tunnel, standing adjacent to a trapdoor in the ground. It was not open but the tunnel came to a dead end immediately afterwards and Ripley’s prints disappeared at the hatch. I feared he might be in danger, but still I stopped and looked at the bunker door twenty metres behind me. The once gloomy forest looked so bright, even on this cloudy day, the air dotted with rain. A part of me felt like I was leaving the whole world behind as I began to climb the ladder down.
I entered a large circular living space that was packed with furniture and little nooks and crannies. The walls were covered with folding beds and tables and every inch was multifunctional. A dining space could become a sitting space, which in turn might be where someone slept, or even exercised. It all depended on what particular bit of furniture you unfolded or unclipped or unfurled. Seven people in close quarters, nowhere near enough privacy, it made sense they went with this cluttered overlapping use of space. But it was still a large room, bigger than most studio apartments. And there were a few corridors that led deeper into the Earth telling me the bunker had unseen depths.
I looked for some sign of my dog and soon found his trail, but this far from the rainy copse Ripley’s prints were starting to fade. After barely a few metres they petered out vaguely in the direction of a nearby door. I wanted to follow but stopped myself from rushing onwards. It was unlikely Ripley was getting out any other way, and I’d do us no good getting hurt myself. I decided to take a look around and quickly spotted a dinner table.
If I needed proof the police had not bothered with a clean up, this was it. The plates were still out, the food rotten to a strange blackened husk. A child’s hat lay across one place-setting, the once-creamy fleece turned a sickly green and yellow. The chairs had their backs reinforced with wooden beams fitted with long grooves so that something the width of a nail could slide into them. And on each of the cushions were foul smelling stains that looked oddly like an ass print. I touched one with gloved hands and the material crackled audibly. Whatever it was, similar stains were on the cutlery and plates, and there were even handprints of it placed firmly on the tablecloth. At first I thought it was blood, but that wasn’t quite right. It was too contained to be from leaking blood. On the back of one of the chairs a stain tapered exactly where a woman’s waist would be like a near perfect silhouette. I shivered as I remembered that Miranda Vance had always been a slim woman and wondered how she had left her imprint on the grey fabric.
Using my torch, I saw that these stains repeated in the oddest of places. Yes, there were some on beds and blankets and even patches of plain floor exactly like you might expect in a room full of sick people. But why did one stain on the floor bear such a strong resemblance to a child huddled in the foetal position? And why was the same stuff all over the tv remote, and on books on shelves, and board games too. Everything from sofa cushions to DVD boxes to piles of dirty laundry were covered in the same dried brownish material that gave off a foul coppery miasma.
I found the jigsaw particularly baffling. Someone had set up another table with four chairs, all modified with the same back support as those by the dinner table. And a jigsaw had been lain out with four separate piles, but only one was depleted. The rest looked largely untouched, almost like someone had portioned out pieces for three other people who had absolutely no interest in going along with it. Maybe Daniel had tried to keep up morale while the family were sick? God help me, if that were true I couldn’t help but imagine the poor man sat there with his loved ones close to death, desperately trying to encourage them to click their own pieces into place while they faded in and out of consciousness.
Something about that room emanated madness, and the longer I stayed down there flicking the bright disk of light of my torch from one detail to another, the more I wanted to leave. One door had wooden beams nailed across it. One sofa had been partially disassembled. Multiple beds had been burned. And all the light bulbs had been removed and put in a box on the kitchen counter top. Looking up at the ceiling, I finally had some insight into why the police were so confident the Vances had not survived despite never finding their bodies. Someone had jammed a human finger into one of the empty sockets, almost like they’d expected it to glow with the flick of a switch.
What was it about this place that had caused the police to leave and never return? Not to even take that finger and test it for signs of illness, or even just to confirm who it belonged to?
I decided it was time to hurry up and find my dog. People had died in that place, and while I’m not superstitious, I can’t be the only sceptic who has done the calculations in his head and realised it costs nothing to be respectful of ghosts. That bunker was cramped, terrifying, and the air stank so bad I started to worry I’d get sick myself. It served no one any good to linger. But I’d be damned if I’d just walk away and leave Ripley to rot down there. It’s not like he could climb a ladder and get out on his own (even if I wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten down there in the first place).
Summoning what little bravery I had left I called out and broke the silence, something which felt like a terrible taboo in that God awful place, like screaming in a graveyard.
“Ripley!”
I waited and hoped to hell I’d hear the pitter patter of his paws, but for the longest of moments there was only the kind of silence that makes you wonder if someone or something in the darkness is holding its breath trying to look like just another patch of nothing. Biding its time until you finally turn around and show it your back…
The TV came on with a blurt of white noise that was so loud and so sudden I cried, threw my arms up, and nearly fell backwards onto a rolled-out sleeping bag that looked like it had spent a week in the sewer. By the time I realised what had caused the noise, I could already hear a tinny rendition of Daniel Vance’s voice.
…I realise the issue here. I need to emphasise just how little I understand anything that’s…
I frowned at the screen as I approached. It showed a greenish infrared view of the bunker with Daniel upfront, and the dinner table behind him. It was grainy and hard to see, but I could clearly tell that his family were sitting in those chairs.
…Miranda was first to fall ill. Looking back it makes perfect sense. Miranda often went into storage to fetch food for cooking and we found it behind one of the refrigerators. So that’s–ah shit..
One of the figures in the background slumped onto the table with a loud clank and sent a plate spinning off onto the ground.
Shit shit shit, Daniel muttered as he got up and grabbed the woman by the shoulders and sat her upright. Miranda never did like my cooking! He snorted a laugh as he fussed with something at the back of the chair. The rods are much better than tape. All those hours spent taping them upright to the chairs. Never worked. But the rods… they fit right into the spine and with a little modification I can just slot them into the chairs. That way everyone is able to join in for dinner. I’m working on something similar for family game night.
Daniel wandered over to the camera and with a grin he lifted it from the tripod and scanned the dinner table. What I saw nearly made me drop my torch.
His family were long dead. Gaunt faces. Missing noses. Lips that had receded to reveal awful grins. These were corpses, plain as day, even when viewed through such a low resolution image. The only thing that made them seem remotely alive was the way their eyes still reflected the infrared back so that they glowed in the dark. And yet Daniel seemed oblivious to it all. He tousled Elliot’s hair. Kissed his wife on the cheek. Run a hand across one young girl’s shoulder. He even picked the young Alexander up from his high chair and I assume he coddled him. I don’t know for sure because I looked away, unwilling to see the poor boy up close.
Eyes averted from the screen, I couldn’t help but pan my torch across to that same dinner table and shiver as I finally realised what all those stains were. Not quite blood. But close. Liquefying flesh. Left alone for months, Daniel had not put his family’s bodies to rest. Instead he had moved them around from place to place and puppeted them, living life as if nothing had really changed. Looking at where those stains had settled I saw a clear pattern emerge. He had put them to bed. He had set them dinner. He had propped them up to watch TV, or gave them their favourite books. They even sat there as lifeless husks while Daniel waited for them complete a fucking jigsaw. The idea horrified me to my core.
…back to work. It’s obviously not part of the original designs. No room on the other side, not on the blueprints. Elliot didn’t believe me and why would he? I made every inch of this place, but I did not install that door in storage on the bottom level. I checked the cameras and some of the photos I took during the build and the wall is just blank. But the door is there now and it must lead somewhere. I don’t know when or why it opens, but it does and the next time I’ll be ready. Because I have to know what’s on the other side, and why it did this to us. Alone down here, often all asleep at once. Anything could have slit our throats and been done with it. But it didn’t. It took its time and I have to know why!
It took our radios and computers and phones. One by one. None of us noticing until it was far too late. I kept telling the kids they needed to take better care of their things, and even as they complained I just assumed the phones were lying behind some shelf. Where else could they go in a locked bunker? But it wasn’t the children at all. Looking back there are so many signs… who kept taking away the lights? Who kept draining the batteries in our torches? How long did we live with it before we finally realised we weren’t alone? Was it here every step of the way?
A door out of nothing that leads to nowhere, at least most of the time. Because I know for a fact it does not always open onto a blank wall. There is something behind it. I can hear it shuffling around in there, wet breath rattling in its lungs, a horrible sound I hear roaming these halls when it thinks I’m asleep…
I listened to Daniel, fascinated by this strangely compelling rant, when movement caught my eye. An infrared camera running in the dark, its image a roiling mess of uniform noise. What was it I’d seen? I paused the tape and rewound. Squinting, I saw two pinpricks of light in the darkness just over Daniel’s shoulder. Slowly, the image resolved itself in my mind. I knew what I was seeing and it turned my blood to ice.
Miranda Vance had turned her head, and her lifeless eyes glowed as she fixed them on the back of Daniel’s head.
…not even any point leaving at this stage. I’m no doctor, but that door is giving off enough radiation to… well, to kill a family of seven. If none of us had touched it… Being in the same room is risky, but not lethal. But given how sick we’ve become, it’s pretty obvious our curiosity got the better of us, one by one, and we all got too close. Or maybe not. Maybe that thing on the other side came through and did this. I don’t even kn… wait… what was that?
Daniel turned and the camera stopped recording. The image it froze on was of a lone man, bright as a star in the camera’s lens, facing off against unknowable darkness broken only by six pairs of white, glowing eyes.
I became painfully aware of my position relative to the table and I had the painful premonition that if I turned, those chairs would not be empty. I would see the Vances, all of them, Daniel as well, waiting for me. Heads turned. Bodies left to rot for years in the dark. Behind me something shifted. It breathed. Loud. Quick. I knew what it was. I knew. It came at me so fast that when I felt something hot and wet touch my hand I screamed, only for the presence to suddenly recoil. But then, without hesitation, it leapt at me and bore me to the ground.
I wept as Ripley licked my face. He was shivering and, worst of all, silent which was not normal. He was not a quiet dog, not when greeting me and not when excited like he was now. But whatever he’d seen down here, he clung to me and dug his paws into my shoulders like he wanted to be cradled over the shoulder, something he has been too big to do for years.
“Oh you fucking idiot,” I cooed in a soft whisper and even in the dark I could feel his tail wagging. Joking aside, I felt nothing but relief at finding him. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
I picked him up, straining a little under the weight but refusing to give into tired muscles, and made for the ladder. It wasn’t easy climbing the three or four rungs to the hatch, but I managed it and gave the hatch a shove. First one hand, then two. Again and again, with everything I had, but still that hatch refused to budge.
“Shit!” I cried while pounding at it with my fists, but all I achieved was a sore wrist. The hatch had jammed when, somehow, the handle had been snapped clean off. Now I’d need a pair of pliers or something to cut through the metal bar locking it shut. My fingers couldn’t move it, nor could I brute force the hatch open. The metal bar was an inch thick and, at the very least, I’d need some tools to get at it from this side.
At least it’s fixable, I thought as I climbed back down and caught my breath. On one wall I noticed a simple diagram of the bunker made in chalk. It had three floors. The bottom was storage–Daniel had mentioned that before, and I noticed that he had drawn through it with a large red X–and the top floor was labelled Quarters, where I stood now. But the middle floor was labelled workshops and it was there I realised that I’d find what I needed.
There was one door that opened onto a concrete stairwell and, standing at the top, I shone my light down the spiralling guard rails unsure of what it was I hoped to see. There were only harsh shadows and the sense of something foul rising up on the air. A smell that tickled my throat and burned a little in my lungs. Had the police even gone down this far? Had they seen what I’d seen on that TV and just left? Somehow I thought it was unlikely that had been enough to send the entire Sheriff’s department running, so was it something else that had done it. Something that had been enough to terrify dozens of armed men. Something that was almost definitely down there.
The door…
I went down quietly. At first I considered leaving Ripley behind, but after losing him the first time I decided I’d rather risk it just to know that he was right next to me. Besides, he was being quieter than I was, and I didn’t feel much like going down those stairs on my own. He accompanied me with only the quiet click clack of his paws on concrete, a sound I found deeply comforting as I barely managed to keep my torch from shaking in my hand and my breathing steady.
Down one floor and I found the workshop exactly as you might expect. A large space filled with generators and fuel and water tanks and boilers and heaters and pretty much anything and everything that you’d need to survive but which you couldn’t put outside due to fallout. Wires pipes and tubes ran from one end of the room to the other and even years later, most of the machinery still hummed in the pitch black emptiness, an idea I found deeply unsettling. Taking one look at that strange tangle of harsh shapes and industrial figures looming out of the walls and floor, I shivered and looked around, quickly finding a small area Daniel had cordoned off for his own use. About a fifth of the total floor space, there was a large workbench and some seriously high end machining equipment, all very well used. Lathes. Buzzsaws. Drills. Belt sanders. Welding torches. Everything a man needed to do-it-himself.
And Daniel had been busy.
I’m not sure exactly what it was he’d been working, but there was an arm on the bench. It sat atop a pile of papers that had slowly turned brown over the years until the whole thing looked like it had been soaked in tobacco spit. On the whiteboard was a faded but still visible diagram of what looked to me like a ball-and-socket joint. I thought of the tape, of Daniel’s little mechanism to keep his family upright, and then looked at the arm and suppressed a momentary gag reflex. I don’t know if Dan had been working on posable limbs, or just a way to put the decomposing remains back together after they’d started to fall apart, but the size of the arm suggested a pre-teen child, and he’d left it out on the surface like it was a disassembled clock. It was also missing a finger. Just how fucking crazy was he? I wondered as I pinched my nose with one hand and began overturning boxes looking for a hefty pair of pliers, or maybe a hacksaw. Ripley backed away from the noise, but once I made sure he wasn’t going anywhere I carried on grabbing and pulling at box after box hoping I’d find what I was looking for. Anything to break that fucking metal bar.
In the end I managed to get a pair of bolt cutters, a crowbar, and a heavy duty pair of pliers. One went in my pocket, one went down the back of my jeans, and the other was clutched in my fist, too large to be tucked away in my clothes. The bolt cutters felt hefty in my hand which was a bit of comfort, but that feeling didn’t last long.
Something moved in the darkness, out there in the twisted jungle of shadows cast by all those pipes and wires that ran from one machine to the next. A figure moved. Thin, but unmistakably human in its outline. I couldn’t help but remember what I’d seen on that tape. Surely it couldn’t have been real? Maybe Daniel had rigged something up. Some fishing wire and a motor, maybe? The idea that those bodies had been moving on their own… I couldn’t be sure of that, could I? It was a frightening idea, one my mind had latched onto out of sheer panic. That was all…
And then I saw them. A pair of white pin-pricks reflecting back at me from the depths of that cluttered room. Ripley, already behind me, head nuzzled into my leg, pushed even closer against me and let out a barely audible whine under his breath. The behaviour of a dog who was terrified, close to pissing himself with fear.
Just a bit of metal, I told myself as the light shook so violently in my hand I struggled to see straight. Just two shiny bits of metal…
They blinked and began to come towards me. If I had any doubts left, they were dispersed by the sight of a pale white hand emerging into the light.
I ran straight to the stairs and went to climb them, but only one or two steps in and I saw something gripping the handrail on the top floor. A mouldy clump of flesh only just recognisable as a fist, the flesh withered until the fingers were basically bone. Without meaning to, I brought my light up out of habit and I saw the bloated face of a hairless corpse glaring down at me. I couldn’t even tell you if it had been a teenage girl or the sixty-year-old Daniel, either way I instinctively turned and found another body shambling towards me out of the workshop. I was trapped. Nowhere to go. By the feel of warm fluid on the back of my leg I could tell Ripley had finally pissed himself. An adult dog, tail between his legs, shivering like a puppy and desperate to be picked up. God I needed him to just stay together for a little longer. I couldn’t take him in my arms, but I couldn’t leave him behind either…
With nowhere to go I ran down and entered storage. There was the temptation to stop once I hit the bottom. Down here the air was thicker and the sounds of my breathing were muted, somehow distant. But I only had to look back up to see three pairs of eyes glaring down at me, so without giving any of it much further thought I barreled down the corridor and stumbled onto a door at random. Opening it, I saw what looked like your standard storage room, only most of the shelves had been overturned and the food left to rot on the floor. One or two shelving units were still upright though, and their shelves were covered in tall opaque boxes that made them a fantastic hiding spot. That, I decided, would have to be where I crouched down and turned off my light.
I was already inside when I realised that wasn’t all that was in there…
The door almost looked normal. I could see why Daniel must have been confused by it because it looked a little bit like all the other doors down there, but it was different too. It was too tall and too wide, about a foot and a half off the ground, and the metal rusted in its entirety like it had aged out of sync with everything else down there. All around the jamb was a profusion of wet soppy moss like the kind you find hanging off trees in a swamp, and every few seconds the door would leak something strange and oily, like the kind of thing you find in a parking lot on a rainy day. Of course that wasn’t too strange in itself, but the leak was horizontal, defying gravity so that every few seconds a large glob of the stuff would whip across the room and slap into the wall opposite creating a puddle about the size of a man that defied all reason.
Remembering Daniel’s words about radiation, I instinctively inched away from this puddle and the door on the opposite wall, backing myself into the darkest quietest corner I could while I pulled Ripley behind me and hoped to hell he wouldn’t give me away. Once I was in there I turned off my light and waited.
I must have taken longer than I’d thought to hide spot because it was barely two seconds later when a few figures entered the room. It was pitch black after I’d turned off my torch, but they made enough noise to let me know that at least two of them had stumbled in after me. I stayed there, unable to see anything, not sure if they were heading straight for me or just getting ready to leave, forced to hold out and let luck decide my fate. When I finally heard something scrape against the wall barely two feet from where I stood, I gave up and switched my light on, desperate to know what was coming for me.
The sound had been terribly misleading.
Daniel Vance was no more than six inches from my face.
“Get out,” he hissed from a toothless and cracked mouth. A living corpse just like the others, somehow a flash of intelligence remained in those wide, terrified eyes.
And then I heard it. The creaking of a door. And without even thinking I turned the light and saw it on the wall. I saw it open, and behind the strange steel there was more than just plain old concrete. Much more. I saw a raging gullet of flesh. A ringed tube of pulsing muscle lined with teeth the size of hands. A spiralling descent into madness. Hot foetid air washed into the room, buffeting me and the rotting corpses, all of us paralysed by what we were seeing, even if for most of the figures beside Daniel and myself, they didn’t have eyes to see with.
“What the fuck…?” I muttered, unable to take my eyes from the flesh tube beyond that doorway.
“It’s coming,” Daniel whispered as he grabbed me with one fist and hurled me out of the room. I hit the floor and skidded along a slick fluid left by the Vance’s footprints, the smell of which turned my stomach. Perhaps the worst detail was that it was cold. I don’t know why, I’d just expected whatever oozed them off them to be feverishly hot. But it wasn’t. It soaked my shirt like I’d fallen into a muddy puddle.
“It’s coming.”
This voice wasn’t Daniel’s. I couldn’t say for sure, but it sounded like a child’s whisper. One by one the bodies shuffled over to the open door and knelt before it. I don’t know why but I got the impression the others had lost pretty much everything left of their minds, but Daniel remained aware. He looked back at me once more and spoke before he pressed his head to the floor in supplication with the others.
“The only thing we did wrong was being here for it to torture. It didn’t need a reason, just an opportunity. Leave. It won’t let us go. It won’t even let us die. And if it catches you, it won’t let you go either.”
His forehead kissed the dirt.
And then something reached through the door and gripped his head in its palm the way you or I might pick up an apple.
In full panic, I ran over and grabbed my dog and the bolt cutters and I ran like my legs were pistons, machines whose signals of exhaustion and fatigue could not slow me down, or cause me to fall. I had to move. I had to leave. The hand that had grabbed Daniel… the sight of it flushed my mind clean like some kind of enema. It hurt to see the image replay in my mind but there was nothing else in my head echoing around except the sight of fingers with one too many knuckles, and nails as large as a smartphone.
I reached the top floor and nearly collapsed from breathlessness, but I wouldn’t let myself stay down for long. I crawled over to the ladder and climbed up and immediately went to work trying to cut the metal lock. It was hell with just one hand, the other clinging to the torch that I kept frantically pointing at the door behind me, and it wasn’t long before I fumbled one too many times and dropped my only source of light.
“No no no no…” I mewed. But there was no time to look for it. I had to get out and I had to get out fast! I couldn’t see but I was sure I could hear something climbing up those stairs. Not the steady thump thump of human feet. No this was different. This was a rapid pitter patter of a spider, maybe. Something with hundreds of feet or hands, or God knows what, skittering along the floor and walls and ceiling, pulling itself along with a body whose mere shape would offend God.
Using all my strength I leaned hard on the bolt cutters and, at last, the bolt gave. I threw the hatch open and got just enough ambient light to see Ripley hovering at the bottom of the ladder, growling ineffectually at the doorway. I crouched down, scooped him up, and fled up the ladder so quickly that my muscles turned to jelly at the top and I fell over onto hands and knees. But still, I was out. The long corridor covered in writing was ahead of me, and at the very end a doorway capped now by the tired blue light of a full moon.
Ripley needed no encouragement. He whipped down the corridor with canine speed and I followed at a broken and stumbling crawl, eventually shouldering past the open door and collapsing onto the forest floor.
For a few seconds I drifted in and out of consciousness, but when I looked up and saw the canopy overhead moving–the branches backlit by a full moon–I snapped awake and glared down at something gripping my ankle. The hand had reached out of the dark and seized me and was slowly dragging me back into the Earth below. Whatever it was, most of its body lurked out of sight in the shadows behind the doorway, but the hand that crushed my leg was the size of my torso with an arm that looked like it belonged to a mole rat.
I struck it with my own fist. I dug my nails in. I cried and kicked and screamed, but nothing could stop it. From behind the door, something like a face grinned and leered at me with joy. It was taking its time, sure enough, pulling me in so slowly that it gave my mind all the time in the world to appreciate the nightmare that awaited me. I think if, in that moment, you’d given me a gun, I would’ve shot myself because God help me I couldn’t escape the look in Daniel’s eyes, how he’d knelt to worship this thing like a man who knew that hope or pride or joy or anything with even a hint of goodness to it was so far out of reach for him it might as well be a dream. How long was this thing going to keep them down there? How long did it intend to keep me!?
I wept like a child, feeling like my mind was slowly cracking as I tried everything to stop that fucking pulling me into the shadows. I kicked at the earth. I dug into it using my hands looking for a root or a pipe or anything to hold onto. Nothing, nothing, I did would slow it down.
I was no more than a foot from the doorway when Ripley reappeared.
A dog afraid of hoovers and plastic bags and doors that move on their own. A dog who once got stared down by a particularly feisty rabbit who stopped mid chase and turned around, baffling the predator on its tail. A dog you couldn’t even watch scary movies around…
And he lunged at that arm like he was a wolf, like he’d always been one. And while he didn’t quite break the skin, the pressure was enough to make the thing’s grip weaken and I slid my leg out. Unable to stand, I knelt and grabbed the dog and pulled as hard as I could and now that fucking thing bled at last as the pressure of the jaws and the sliding teeth ripped into its flesh. Together, at last, Ripley and I were let go and sent rolling backwards head over hells.
I wasted no time waiting or looking or processing. I heaved the dog to my chest and crawled until I passed out, making it maybe half a kilometre away. Only when I could no longer see the door did I let myself fall to the ground face first and gave up consciousness.
-
The doctors said I had pneumonia, which I suppose made some kind of sense. I might have even believed them were it not for the Sheriff’s visit, asking strange questions of me as I lay in bed about what I may or may not have seen. I dismissed them to the best of my ability. I wasn’t interested in chasing that particular nightmare down, figuring out if it had been real or not, at least not while I lay there half-drowning in my own infection. To be fair, I had at least some sympathy for why the police had done so little to seal that place off. I have, on occasion, thought about going and doing the job myself, but to this day I still have nightmares about being pulled into the dark beyond that door. Not just the bunker door, the one I narrowly avoided at the end, but the one below. What I saw was a kind of madness, I’m sure of it, and I often think of Daniel’s words.
It didn’t need a reason, just an opportunity.
Somehow, the Vances were that opportunity. Maybe they built their bunker on a leyline, or a weak spot between dimensions, or the site of former Satanic rituals. I’m not sure it even matters. They went into the dark thinking it’d be a safe place to wait out the world’s troubles, but something had been down there waiting for them, waiting for a chance to get at a family of seven people, to lock them in and deprive them of escape and slowly take from them everything it could.
I’ve moved since then. Couldn’t help it. It wasn’t just the memories you see. It was the short-wave radio I kept in my basement. Something my father passed onto me when I was just a boy. God I’d forgotten about it… at least until I woke up one day to the sound of it blaring white noise down in the dark.
And buried in that sound was the faint whispering of a man, his voice barely recognisable, but unmistakably his.
…let them go let them go let them go let them go let them go let them go…
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2023.03.17 18:12 ChristianWallis I found the bunker of a prepper family who went missing three years ago

Dr Daniel Vance was a smart man. Too smart for his own good, maybe. Forty years old, a lecturer in fluid dynamics with a mind made of shapes and numbers. No one knows why but one day, on a whim, he crunched the numbers on the apocalypse and came to a troubling conclusion. He didn’t share exactly what it was he’d deduced, but given that he immediately quit his job and liquidated his many assets, it’s fair to say it wasn’t positive. Swept up in the wake of this tremendous upheaval was his wife, a twenty-four year old PhD student who had grown infatuated with Daniel some time before. She loved the strange bear of a man who could just as easily build a log cabin as he could explain the idiosyncrasies of an asteroid’s orbit. Speaking to Daniel always left you with the profound impression he was right, so when he told her what he wanted to do, she agreed.
Fifteen years and five children later, the Vances were living in the distant woods just beyond my hometown. They were enigmatic, richer than the Pope, and extremely serious about their prepper lifestyle. But they were also funny, easygoing, and incredibly compelling to speak to. Larger than life survivalists who swept into town with bizarre requests that thrilled local businesses. Vast quantities of cement, iron, lead, and steel were all shipped through the remote mountains so that the Vances could build their shelter. The advanced methods they used to keep it secret were legendary. Daniel had once spent six months earning the licence necessary to drive HGVs up to his compound so that no one else would lay eyes on it. And on one occasion when a company had refused his request for GPS tracker-free vehicles, he bought them out wholesale so that they had no choice.
So when they stopped appearing in town during the pandemic, when requests for food and goods stopped and all contact was dropped, most attributed it to lockdown. They had a bunker and had spent their entire lives training to be self-sufficient in the face of civilisation’s collapse. Even Alexander, the youngest at just three, was already collecting firewood as a chore, and learning what local plants were edible. Most of us just assumed that if anyone could ride out Covid without breaking a sweat, it would be the Vances.
The reality turned out to be something else.
When the worst came to light, we discovered that Daniel had used the pandemic as an excuse for a dry-run. The family intended to spend six months in lockdown and essentially beta test their fallout bunker. Three months in and the Sheriff received a distress call on the radio. Coordinates were provided by the hushed voice of a sobbing child that most assume was Alexander, even though that’s never been proven.
The police arrived and found the bunker still sealed. It took hours for emergency responders to cut into the door, all the while efforts were made to contact the family within but to no avail. Once inside, police were left dumbfounded. There was no one to be rescued. No bodies. No survivors. There was evidence the door’s locking mechanism had failed and trapped the Vances inside with no way out, but if so where had they gone?
Beds and cots lay everywhere with mouldering yellow sheets, buckets close to hand with stains all around them. Some doors were barred, others smashed to pieces. There was even evidence of makeshift quarantines and, in places, what looked like violence. The police, usually a fantastic source of gossip, were not forthcoming until the town demanded answers and the Sheriff was forced to offer only the barest of outlines.
An outbreak of a waterborne illness had struck the Vances down not long after they were locked inside and unable to seek help. Rumours of contagion were overstated, fuelled by the unrelated rise of Covid. Whatever contaminant had killed the Vances, it was non-organic in nature. No need to panic. The Vances loved-ones had been notified. The bunker was going to be demolished, and we could all put this terrible tragedy behind us.
Of course we still had questions. A thousand of them. Why hadn’t the family called for help? They had radios, computers, smartphones too. They were survivalists, not Amish. And where were they? What had happened to their bodies? Why hadn’t they simply left? We shouted these and more at the town meeting but the police simply refused to comment. For most of us the excitement lasted another week or two until we realised we weren’t getting answers any time soon. Besides, the pandemic was in full swing and most of us had other things to worry about. The tragic story eventually faded until it was just one of those awful things in the town’s history that we didn’t talk about. I was as guilty as anyone else of just forgetting about it.
I certainly never expected to find the bunker out there in the woods, faded police tape still on the open door that hung wide open with scorch marks around the lock. It stood out in the woods like someone had cut a hole right in the fabric of reality, the darkness so deep and black it almost ached to look at. The sight of it made my heart drop into my stomach. It radiated pain. Does that make sense? I think some part of my lizard brain picked out details that wouldn’t become apparent to me until I got closer, like the bloody finger streaks that stained the handle from where someone had scrabbled furiously at the lock without success. And the tiny viewing window had been smashed with a hammer that still lay nearby. I needed only to glimpse it to imagine the family taking turns to stand there and scream into the woods desperate for rescue.
Under any other circumstances, I would have run.
But I’d gone there looking for my dog, and my light revealed a few wet paw prints making their way down the dusty concrete tunnel. Half Bernese and half collie, Ripley is the sort of dog who trembles in my arms when a storm buffets the windows and needs his paws held when we brush him. I love him. I do not have much of a family, or a wife, or even many friends. But I have Ripley, and I could no more have turned around and gone home to an empty apartment where I would have to sob my grief away than I could flap my arms and fly. He was my dog and I’d raised him since he was a puppy, and I wasn’t going to leave him out in those woods.
I went in after him.
I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew it wouldn’t be good. Whatever the police had found, they’d not only kept most of the morbid details to themselves, they had also lied. The bunker was not demolished, or even sealed off. In fact, looking at the occasional blue latex glove tossed aside and the one or two broken police-issue flashlights, it seemed like the last people inside had been in a hurry to get out. Given this was where seven people had presumably died, I assumed it was someone’s job to clean it all up. But the corridor looked largely untouched. Just a few metres in and manic writing started to cover the walls, the desperate scrawls of a lone survivor left there to be rediscovered like cave paintings. Most were deliberations on how to get out. Diagrams. Blueprints. Equations and formulae. All focused on the door and the circuits responsible for its faulty lock. I instinctively assumed they belonged to Daniel and that he’d been the last to die. What a God awful fate for a man to outlive his children. And yet it got worse. Slowly the writing changed from equations and plans to a desperate scrawl. The same few phrases repeated over and over.
Five doors. Five. Not six. Six. Didn’t make it. Didn’t make it. Six doors. Six.
It seemed like the kind of thing you’d find in an asylum. A psychotic rambling punctuated only by six paragraphs right at the end. Each letter was impeccably neat, and each small paragraph was topped with a beautifully drawn Christian cross.
Elliott Vance aged fifteen. A gifted guitarist. He liked boys even though he thought I did not know. I loved him with everything I had. He would have made a great man.
Alicia Vance aged fourteen. She liked to paint and to shoot. She had her mother’s mean streak. It would have served her well in the future.
Elijah Vance aged eight. The smartest of us all…
These were Daniel’s memorials to his family, and seeing the words lit up by my torch was a haunting insight into the overwhelming despair he’d endured. He must have realised he wouldn’t get the chance to speak at his family’s funerals or to write their obituaries. This was his last desperate way of making sure the world might one day know them as he did - as real people.
The words marked the end of the tunnel, standing adjacent to a trapdoor in the ground. It was not open but the tunnel came to a dead end immediately afterwards and Ripley’s prints disappeared at the hatch. I feared he might be in danger, but still I stopped and looked at the bunker door twenty metres behind me. The once gloomy forest looked so bright, even on this cloudy day, the air dotted with rain. A part of me felt like I was leaving the whole world behind as I began to climb the ladder down.
I entered a large circular living space that was packed with furniture and little nooks and crannies. The walls were covered with folding beds and tables and every inch was multifunctional. A dining space could become a sitting space, which in turn might be where someone slept, or even exercised. It all depended on what particular bit of furniture you unfolded or unclipped or unfurled. Seven people in close quarters, nowhere near enough privacy, it made sense they went with this cluttered overlapping use of space. But it was still a large room, bigger than most studio apartments. And there were a few corridors that led deeper into the Earth telling me the bunker had unseen depths.
I looked for some sign of my dog and soon found his trail, but this far from the rainy copse Ripley’s prints were starting to fade. After barely a few metres they petered out vaguely in the direction of a nearby door. I wanted to follow but stopped myself from rushing onwards. It was unlikely Ripley was getting out any other way, and I’d do us no good getting hurt myself. I decided to take a look around and quickly spotted a dinner table.
If I needed proof the police had not bothered with a clean up, this was it. The plates were still out, the food rotten to a strange blackened husk. A child’s hat lay across one place-setting, the once-creamy fleece turned a sickly green and yellow. The chairs had their backs reinforced with wooden beams fitted with long grooves so that something the width of a nail could slide into them. And on each of the cushions were foul smelling stains that looked oddly like an ass print. I touched one with gloved hands and the material crackled audibly. Whatever it was, similar stains were on the cutlery and plates, and there were even handprints of it placed firmly on the tablecloth. At first I thought it was blood, but that wasn’t quite right. It was too contained to be from leaking blood. On the back of one of the chairs a stain tapered exactly where a woman’s waist would be like a near perfect silhouette. I shivered as I remembered that Miranda Vance had always been a slim woman and wondered how she had left her imprint on the grey fabric.
Using my torch, I saw that these stains repeated in the oddest of places. Yes, there were some on beds and blankets and even patches of plain floor exactly like you might expect in a room full of sick people. But why did one stain on the floor bear such a strong resemblance to a child huddled in the foetal position? And why was the same stuff all over the tv remote, and on books on shelves, and board games too. Everything from sofa cushions to DVD boxes to piles of dirty laundry were covered in the same dried brownish material that gave off a foul coppery miasma.
I found the jigsaw particularly baffling. Someone had set up another table with four chairs, all modified with the same back support as those by the dinner table. And a jigsaw had been lain out with four separate piles, but only one was depleted. The rest looked largely untouched, almost like someone had portioned out pieces for three other people who had absolutely no interest in going along with it. Maybe Daniel had tried to keep up morale while the family were sick? God help me, if that were true I couldn’t help but imagine the poor man sat there with his loved ones close to death, desperately trying to encourage them to click their own pieces into place while they faded in and out of consciousness.
Something about that room emanated madness, and the longer I stayed down there flicking the bright disk of light of my torch from one detail to another, the more I wanted to leave. One door had wooden beams nailed across it. One sofa had been partially disassembled. Multiple beds had been burned. And all the light bulbs had been removed and put in a box on the kitchen counter top. Looking up at the ceiling, I finally had some insight into why the police were so confident the Vances had not survived despite never finding their bodies. Someone had jammed a human finger into one of the empty sockets, almost like they’d expected it to glow with the flick of a switch.
What was it about this place that had caused the police to leave and never return? Not to even take that finger and test it for signs of illness, or even just to confirm who it belonged to?
I decided it was time to hurry up and find my dog. People had died in that place, and while I’m not superstitious, I can’t be the only sceptic who has done the calculations in his head and realised it costs nothing to be respectful of ghosts. That bunker was cramped, terrifying, and the air stank so bad I started to worry I’d get sick myself. It served no one any good to linger. But I’d be damned if I’d just walk away and leave Ripley to rot down there. It’s not like he could climb a ladder and get out on his own (even if I wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten down there in the first place).
Summoning what little bravery I had left I called out and broke the silence, something which felt like a terrible taboo in that God awful place, like screaming in a graveyard.
“Ripley!”
I waited and hoped to hell I’d hear the pitter patter of his paws, but for the longest of moments there was only the kind of silence that makes you wonder if someone or something in the darkness is holding its breath trying to look like just another patch of nothing. Biding its time until you finally turn around and show it your back…
The TV came on with a blurt of white noise that was so loud and so sudden I cried, threw my arms up, and nearly fell backwards onto a rolled-out sleeping bag that looked like it had spent a week in the sewer. By the time I realised what had caused the noise, I could already hear a tinny rendition of Daniel Vance’s voice.
…I realise the issue here. I need to emphasise just how little I understand anything that’s…
I frowned at the screen as I approached. It showed a greenish infrared view of the bunker with Daniel upfront, and the dinner table behind him. It was grainy and hard to see, but I could clearly tell that his family were sitting in those chairs.
…Miranda was first to fall ill. Looking back it makes perfect sense. Miranda often went into storage to fetch food for cooking and we found it behind one of the refrigerators. So that’s–ah shit..
One of the figures in the background slumped onto the table with a loud clank and sent a plate spinning off onto the ground.
Shit shit shit, Daniel muttered as he got up and grabbed the woman by the shoulders and sat her upright. Miranda never did like my cooking! He snorted a laugh as he fussed with something at the back of the chair. The rods are much better than tape. All those hours spent taping them upright to the chairs. Never worked. But the rods… they fit right into the spine and with a little modification I can just slot them into the chairs. That way everyone is able to join in for dinner. I’m working on something similar for family game night.
Daniel wandered over to the camera and with a grin he lifted it from the tripod and scanned the dinner table. What I saw nearly made me drop my torch.
His family were long dead. Gaunt faces. Missing noses. Lips that had receded to reveal awful grins. These were corpses, plain as day, even when viewed through such a low resolution image. The only thing that made them seem remotely alive was the way their eyes still reflected the infrared back so that they glowed in the dark. And yet Daniel seemed oblivious to it all. He tousled Elliot’s hair. Kissed his wife on the cheek. Run a hand across one young girl’s shoulder. He even picked the young Alexander up from his high chair and I assume he coddled him. I don’t know for sure because I looked away, unwilling to see the poor boy up close.
Eyes averted from the screen, I couldn’t help but pan my torch across to that same dinner table and shiver as I finally realised what all those stains were. Not quite blood. But close. Liquefying flesh. Left alone for months, Daniel had not put his family’s bodies to rest. Instead he had moved them around from place to place and puppeted them, living life as if nothing had really changed. Looking at where those stains had settled I saw a clear pattern emerge. He had put them to bed. He had set them dinner. He had propped them up to watch TV, or gave them their favourite books. They even sat there as lifeless husks while Daniel waited for them complete a fucking jigsaw. The idea horrified me to my core.
…back to work. It’s obviously not part of the original designs. No room on the other side, not on the blueprints. Elliot didn’t believe me and why would he? I made every inch of this place, but I did not install that door in storage on the bottom level. I checked the cameras and some of the photos I took during the build and the wall is just blank. But the door is there now and it must lead somewhere. I don’t know when or why it opens, but it does and the next time I’ll be ready. Because I have to know what’s on the other side, and why it did this to us. Alone down here, often all asleep at once. Anything could have slit our throats and been done with it. But it didn’t. It took its time and I have to know why!
It took our radios and computers and phones. One by one. None of us noticing until it was far too late. I kept telling the kids they needed to take better care of their things, and even as they complained I just assumed the phones were lying behind some shelf. Where else could they go in a locked bunker? But it wasn’t the children at all. Looking back there are so many signs… who kept taking away the lights? Who kept draining the batteries in our torches? How long did we live with it before we finally realised we weren’t alone? Was it here every step of the way?
A door out of nothing that leads to nowhere, at least most of the time. Because I know for a fact it does not always open onto a blank wall. There is something behind it. I can hear it shuffling around in there, wet breath rattling in its lungs, a horrible sound I hear roaming these halls when it thinks I’m asleep…
I listened to Daniel, fascinated by this strangely compelling rant, when movement caught my eye. An infrared camera running in the dark, its image a roiling mess of uniform noise. What was it I’d seen? I paused the tape and rewound. Squinting, I saw two pinpricks of light in the darkness just over Daniel’s shoulder. Slowly, the image resolved itself in my mind. I knew what I was seeing and it turned my blood to ice.
Miranda Vance had turned her head, and her lifeless eyes glowed as she fixed them on the back of Daniel’s head.
…not even any point leaving at this stage. I’m no doctor, but that door is giving off enough radiation to… well, to kill a family of seven. If none of us had touched it… Being in the same room is risky, but not lethal. But given how sick we’ve become, it’s pretty obvious our curiosity got the better of us, one by one, and we all got too close. Or maybe not. Maybe that thing on the other side came through and did this. I don’t even kn… wait… what was that?
Daniel turned and the camera stopped recording. The image it froze on was of a lone man, bright as a star in the camera’s lens, facing off against unknowable darkness broken only by six pairs of white, glowing eyes.
I became painfully aware of my position relative to the table and I had the painful premonition that if I turned, those chairs would not be empty. I would see the Vances, all of them, Daniel as well, waiting for me. Heads turned. Bodies left to rot for years in the dark. Behind me something shifted. It breathed. Loud. Quick. I knew what it was. I knew. It came at me so fast that when I felt something hot and wet touch my hand I screamed, only for the presence to suddenly recoil. But then, without hesitation, it leapt at me and bore me to the ground.
I wept as Ripley licked my face. He was shivering and, worst of all, silent which was not normal. He was not a quiet dog, not when greeting me and not when excited like he was now. But whatever he’d seen down here, he clung to me and dug his paws into my shoulders like he wanted to be cradled over the shoulder, something he has been too big to do for years.
“Oh you fucking idiot,” I cooed in a soft whisper and even in the dark I could feel his tail wagging. Joking aside, I felt nothing but relief at finding him. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
I picked him up, straining a little under the weight but refusing to give into tired muscles, and made for the ladder. It wasn’t easy climbing the three or four rungs to the hatch, but I managed it and gave the hatch a shove. First one hand, then two. Again and again, with everything I had, but still that hatch refused to budge.
“Shit!” I cried while pounding at it with my fists, but all I achieved was a sore wrist. The hatch had jammed when, somehow, the handle had been snapped clean off. Now I’d need a pair of pliers or something to cut through the metal bar locking it shut. My fingers couldn’t move it, nor could I brute force the hatch open. The metal bar was an inch thick and, at the very least, I’d need some tools to get at it from this side.
At least it’s fixable, I thought as I climbed back down and caught my breath. On one wall I noticed a simple diagram of the bunker made in chalk. It had three floors. The bottom was storage–Daniel had mentioned that before, and I noticed that he had drawn through it with a large red X–and the top floor was labelled Quarters, where I stood now. But the middle floor was labelled workshops and it was there I realised that I’d find what I needed.
There was one door that opened onto a concrete stairwell and, standing at the top, I shone my light down the spiralling guard rails unsure of what it was I hoped to see. There were only harsh shadows and the sense of something foul rising up on the air. A smell that tickled my throat and burned a little in my lungs. Had the police even gone down this far? Had they seen what I’d seen on that TV and just left? Somehow I thought it was unlikely that had been enough to send the entire Sheriff’s department running, so was it something else that had done it. Something that had been enough to terrify dozens of armed men. Something that was almost definitely down there.
The door…
I went down quietly. At first I considered leaving Ripley behind, but after losing him the first time I decided I’d rather risk it just to know that he was right next to me. Besides, he was being quieter than I was, and I didn’t feel much like going down those stairs on my own. He accompanied me with only the quiet click clack of his paws on concrete, a sound I found deeply comforting as I barely managed to keep my torch from shaking in my hand and my breathing steady.
Down one floor and I found the workshop exactly as you might expect. A large space filled with generators and fuel and water tanks and boilers and heaters and pretty much anything and everything that you’d need to survive but which you couldn’t put outside due to fallout. Wires pipes and tubes ran from one end of the room to the other and even years later, most of the machinery still hummed in the pitch black emptiness, an idea I found deeply unsettling. Taking one look at that strange tangle of harsh shapes and industrial figures looming out of the walls and floor, I shivered and looked around, quickly finding a small area Daniel had cordoned off for his own use. About a fifth of the total floor space, there was a large workbench and some seriously high end machining equipment, all very well used. Lathes. Buzzsaws. Drills. Belt sanders. Welding torches. Everything a man needed to do-it-himself.
And Daniel had been busy.
I’m not sure exactly what it was he’d been working, but there was an arm on the bench. It sat atop a pile of papers that had slowly turned brown over the years until the whole thing looked like it had been soaked in tobacco spit. On the whiteboard was a faded but still visible diagram of what looked to me like a ball-and-socket joint. I thought of the tape, of Daniel’s little mechanism to keep his family upright, and then looked at the arm and suppressed a momentary gag reflex. I don’t know if Dan had been working on posable limbs, or just a way to put the decomposing remains back together after they’d started to fall apart, but the size of the arm suggested a pre-teen child, and he’d left it out on the surface like it was a disassembled clock. It was also missing a finger. Just how fucking crazy was he? I wondered as I pinched my nose with one hand and began overturning boxes looking for a hefty pair of pliers, or maybe a hacksaw. Ripley backed away from the noise, but once I made sure he wasn’t going anywhere I carried on grabbing and pulling at box after box hoping I’d find what I was looking for. Anything to break that fucking metal bar.
In the end I managed to get a pair of bolt cutters, a crowbar, and a heavy duty pair of pliers. One went in my pocket, one went down the back of my jeans, and the other was clutched in my fist, too large to be tucked away in my clothes. The bolt cutters felt hefty in my hand which was a bit of comfort, but that feeling didn’t last long.
Something moved in the darkness, out there in the twisted jungle of shadows cast by all those pipes and wires that ran from one machine to the next. A figure moved. Thin, but unmistakably human in its outline. I couldn’t help but remember what I’d seen on that tape. Surely it couldn’t have been real? Maybe Daniel had rigged something up. Some fishing wire and a motor, maybe? The idea that those bodies had been moving on their own… I couldn’t be sure of that, could I? It was a frightening idea, one my mind had latched onto out of sheer panic. That was all…
And then I saw them. A pair of white pin-pricks reflecting back at me from the depths of that cluttered room. Ripley, already behind me, head nuzzled into my leg, pushed even closer against me and let out a barely audible whine under his breath. The behaviour of a dog who was terrified, close to pissing himself with fear.
Just a bit of metal, I told myself as the light shook so violently in my hand I struggled to see straight. Just two shiny bits of metal…
They blinked and began to come towards me. If I had any doubts left, they were dispersed by the sight of a pale white hand emerging into the light.
I ran straight to the stairs and went to climb them, but only one or two steps in and I saw something gripping the handrail on the top floor. A mouldy clump of flesh only just recognisable as a fist, the flesh withered until the fingers were basically bone. Without meaning to, I brought my light up out of habit and I saw the bloated face of a hairless corpse glaring down at me. I couldn’t even tell you if it had been a teenage girl or the sixty-year-old Daniel, either way I instinctively turned and found another body shambling towards me out of the workshop. I was trapped. Nowhere to go. By the feel of warm fluid on the back of my leg I could tell Ripley had finally pissed himself. An adult dog, tail between his legs, shivering like a puppy and desperate to be picked up. God I needed him to just stay together for a little longer. I couldn’t take him in my arms, but I couldn’t leave him behind either…
With nowhere to go I ran down and entered storage. There was the temptation to stop once I hit the bottom. Down here the air was thicker and the sounds of my breathing were muted, somehow distant. But I only had to look back up to see three pairs of eyes glaring down at me, so without giving any of it much further thought I barreled down the corridor and stumbled onto a door at random. Opening it, I saw what looked like your standard storage room, only most of the shelves had been overturned and the food left to rot on the floor. One or two shelving units were still upright though, and their shelves were covered in tall opaque boxes that made them a fantastic hiding spot. That, I decided, would have to be where I crouched down and turned off my light.
I was already inside when I realised that wasn’t all that was in there…
The door almost looked normal. I could see why Daniel must have been confused by it because it looked a little bit like all the other doors down there, but it was different too. It was too tall and too wide, about a foot and a half off the ground, and the metal rusted in its entirety like it had aged out of sync with everything else down there. All around the jamb was a profusion of wet soppy moss like the kind you find hanging off trees in a swamp, and every few seconds the door would leak something strange and oily, like the kind of thing you find in a parking lot on a rainy day. Of course that wasn’t too strange in itself, but the leak was horizontal, defying gravity so that every few seconds a large glob of the stuff would whip across the room and slap into the wall opposite creating a puddle about the size of a man that defied all reason.
Remembering Daniel’s words about radiation, I instinctively inched away from this puddle and the door on the opposite wall, backing myself into the darkest quietest corner I could while I pulled Ripley behind me and hoped to hell he wouldn’t give me away. Once I was in there I turned off my light and waited.
I must have taken longer than I’d thought to hide spot because it was barely two seconds later when a few figures entered the room. It was pitch black after I’d turned off my torch, but they made enough noise to let me know that at least two of them had stumbled in after me. I stayed there, unable to see anything, not sure if they were heading straight for me or just getting ready to leave, forced to hold out and let luck decide my fate. When I finally heard something scrape against the wall barely two feet from where I stood, I gave up and switched my light on, desperate to know what was coming for me.
The sound had been terribly misleading.
Daniel Vance was no more than six inches from my face.
“Get out,” he hissed from a toothless and cracked mouth. A living corpse just like the others, somehow a flash of intelligence remained in those wide, terrified eyes.
And then I heard it. The creaking of a door. And without even thinking I turned the light and saw it on the wall. I saw it open, and behind the strange steel there was more than just plain old concrete. Much more. I saw a raging gullet of flesh. A ringed tube of pulsing muscle lined with teeth the size of hands. A spiralling descent into madness. Hot foetid air washed into the room, buffeting me and the rotting corpses, all of us paralysed by what we were seeing, even if for most of the figures beside Daniel and myself, they didn’t have eyes to see with.
“What the fuck…?” I muttered, unable to take my eyes from the flesh tube beyond that doorway.
“It’s coming,” Daniel whispered as he grabbed me with one fist and hurled me out of the room. I hit the floor and skidded along a slick fluid left by the Vance’s footprints, the smell of which turned my stomach. Perhaps the worst detail was that it was cold. I don’t know why, I’d just expected whatever oozed them off them to be feverishly hot. But it wasn’t. It soaked my shirt like I’d fallen into a muddy puddle.
“It’s coming.”
This voice wasn’t Daniel’s. I couldn’t say for sure, but it sounded like a child’s whisper. One by one the bodies shuffled over to the open door and knelt before it. I don’t know why but I got the impression the others had lost pretty much everything left of their minds, but Daniel remained aware. He looked back at me once more and spoke before he pressed his head to the floor in supplication with the others.
“The only thing we did wrong was being here for it to torture. It didn’t need a reason, just an opportunity. Leave. It won’t let us go. It won’t even let us die. And if it catches you, it won’t let you go either.”
His forehead kissed the dirt.
And then something reached through the door and gripped his head in its palm the way you or I might pick up an apple.
In full panic, I ran over and grabbed my dog and the bolt cutters and I ran like my legs were pistons, machines whose signals of exhaustion and fatigue could not slow me down, or cause me to fall. I had to move. I had to leave. The hand that had grabbed Daniel… the sight of it flushed my mind clean like some kind of enema. It hurt to see the image replay in my mind but there was nothing else in my head echoing around except the sight of fingers with one too many knuckles, and nails as large as a smartphone.
I reached the top floor and nearly collapsed from breathlessness, but I wouldn’t let myself stay down for long. I crawled over to the ladder and climbed up and immediately went to work trying to cut the metal lock. It was hell with just one hand, the other clinging to the torch that I kept frantically pointing at the door behind me, and it wasn’t long before I fumbled one too many times and dropped my only source of light.
“No no no no…” I mewed. But there was no time to look for it. I had to get out and I had to get out fast! I couldn’t see but I was sure I could hear something climbing up those stairs. Not the steady thump thump of human feet. No this was different. This was a rapid pitter patter of a spider, maybe. Something with hundreds of feet or hands, or God knows what, skittering along the floor and walls and ceiling, pulling itself along with a body whose mere shape would offend God.
Using all my strength I leaned hard on the bolt cutters and, at last, the bolt gave. I threw the hatch open and got just enough ambient light to see Ripley hovering at the bottom of the ladder, growling ineffectually at the doorway. I crouched down, scooped him up, and fled up the ladder so quickly that my muscles turned to jelly at the top and I fell over onto hands and knees. But still, I was out. The long corridor covered in writing was ahead of me, and at the very end a doorway capped now by the tired blue light of a full moon.
Ripley needed no encouragement. He whipped down the corridor with canine speed and I followed at a broken and stumbling crawl, eventually shouldering past the open door and collapsing onto the forest floor.
For a few seconds I drifted in and out of consciousness, but when I looked up and saw the canopy overhead moving–the branches backlit by a full moon–I snapped awake and glared down at something gripping my ankle. The hand had reached out of the dark and seized me and was slowly dragging me back into the Earth below. Whatever it was, most of its body lurked out of sight in the shadows behind the doorway, but the hand that crushed my leg was the size of my torso with an arm that looked like it belonged to a mole rat.
I struck it with my own fist. I dug my nails in. I cried and kicked and screamed, but nothing could stop it. From behind the door, something like a face grinned and leered at me with joy. It was taking its time, sure enough, pulling me in so slowly that it gave my mind all the time in the world to appreciate the nightmare that awaited me. I think if, in that moment, you’d given me a gun, I would’ve shot myself because God help me I couldn’t escape the look in Daniel’s eyes, how he’d knelt to worship this thing like a man who knew that hope or pride or joy or anything with even a hint of goodness to it was so far out of reach for him it might as well be a dream. How long was this thing going to keep them down there? How long did it intend to keep me!?
I wept like a child, feeling like my mind was slowly cracking as I tried everything to stop that fucking pulling me into the shadows. I kicked at the earth. I dug into it using my hands looking for a root or a pipe or anything to hold onto. Nothing, nothing, I did would slow it down.
I was no more than a foot from the doorway when Ripley reappeared.
A dog afraid of hoovers and plastic bags and doors that move on their own. A dog who once got stared down by a particularly feisty rabbit who stopped mid chase and turned around, baffling the predator on its tail. A dog you couldn’t even watch scary movies around…
And he lunged at that arm like he was a wolf, like he’d always been one. And while he didn’t quite break the skin, the pressure was enough to make the thing’s grip weaken and I slid my leg out. Unable to stand, I knelt and grabbed the dog and pulled as hard as I could and now that fucking thing bled at last as the pressure of the jaws and the sliding teeth ripped into its flesh. Together, at last, Ripley and I were let go and sent rolling backwards head over hells.
I wasted no time waiting or looking or processing. I heaved the dog to my chest and crawled until I passed out, making it maybe half a kilometre away. Only when I could no longer see the door did I let myself fall to the ground face first and gave up consciousness.
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The doctors said I had pneumonia, which I suppose made some kind of sense. I might have even believed them were it not for the Sheriff’s visit, asking strange questions of me as I lay in bed about what I may or may not have seen. I dismissed them to the best of my ability. I wasn’t interested in chasing that particular nightmare down, figuring out if it had been real or not, at least not while I lay there half-drowning in my own infection. To be fair, I had at least some sympathy for why the police had done so little to seal that place off. I have, on occasion, thought about going and doing the job myself, but to this day I still have nightmares about being pulled into the dark beyond that door. Not just the bunker door, the one I narrowly avoided at the end, but the one below. What I saw was a kind of madness, I’m sure of it, and I often think of Daniel’s words.
It didn’t need a reason, just an opportunity.
Somehow, the Vances were that opportunity. Maybe they built their bunker on a leyline, or a weak spot between dimensions, or the site of former Satanic rituals. I’m not sure it even matters. They went into the dark thinking it’d be a safe place to wait out the world’s troubles, but something had been down there waiting for them, waiting for a chance to get at a family of seven people, to lock them in and deprive them of escape and slowly take from them everything it could.
I’ve moved since then. Couldn’t help it. It wasn’t just the memories you see. It was the short-wave radio I kept in my basement. Something my father passed onto me when I was just a boy. God I’d forgotten about it… at least until I woke up one day to the sound of it blaring white noise down in the dark.
And buried in that sound was the faint whispering of a man, his voice barely recognisable, but unmistakably his.
…let them go let them go let them go let them go let them go let them go…
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2023.03.17 05:30 cat3201 2011 Ford Escape Limited? Looks clean? Trying to find a decent SUV for our 16 year old son. Looking to spend about 5-7k. He’s been driving my Durango since his car was totaled from being rear ended 2013 Hyundai Accent, it was a good car but he really likes being up higher.

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2023.03.16 23:22 myamooooooo ford escape, after filling with gas, doesn’t start, after waiting, it starts up fine

i go to get gas and when i get back in my car, it doesn’t want to start. then i wait a few mins and it starts up just fine. 2013 ford escape
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2023.03.16 18:50 HatCapital2970 Issues with Ford F150 monitors

Hey everyone, I have a customer with a 2013 Ford F150 5.0L that had an intermittent P0420, P0430 code, over 300k on the clock. Replaced the cats and all new oxygen sensors, no cheap parts were installed. The truck passed the catalyst monitor, but the oxygen sensor heater and oxygen sensor monitors are still not ready, which I find odd. A tank of gas worth of driving, following the service manual drive cycle to a T. Oxygen sensor reading and fuel trims are perfect, no codes, but data shows all 4 sensor heaters are continuing to run even after a 40 mile test. Any mechanics experience this before? I don't see all 4 direct fit sensors having an issue, checked for PCM updates. Thanks in advance.
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2023.03.16 17:04 GodLikeMike95 2.0 Coolant Leak

2013 Ford Escape 2.0 AWD Titanium
Recently discovered I have a coolant leak after seeing a giant puddle under my car. Popped the hood and sure enough the reservoir was damn near empty. Ran a few tests and figured out that it only leaks when the AC is on. Instantly stops leaking when I turn the AC off. Yesterday it was dripping from the passenger wheel well. But today it’s come down from the passenger foot well. Basically where the heater core pipes run down thru the firewall. Which is weird because I thought the heater core has nothing to do with AC. Has anyone dealt with this kind of leak specifically? Any advice please before I take this into a shop.
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