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A long time ago, there was this girl streamer i used to watch. She got relentlessly hit on and bullied by many straight men in her chat. I was curious about how she handled that behavior so I watched her for a while. I started to defend her in the chat a lot and encourage her to be happy. It seemed like she appreciated that. One day, idk why I just....jerked off to her. Idk if it was because all the guys liked her so much and that turned me on or if I connected with her or maybe i was experimenting or what. I never did it again and just randomly think about it sometimes.

Edit: I'm gay and have never slept with a woman.

Stephen King, most of his books contain themes about telepathy. It's not a coincidence.

H.P. Lovecraft, his books have strong themes of interdimensional beings. A lot of them are telepathic.

Lana Del Rey, her early music gets deep inside my head and stays there, probably forever.

Billy Eilish, I think the being that is Lana Del Rey decided to also create a second persona named Billy. Same emotional feeling when I listen to their music.

Lady Gaga and Ava Max, I think these two might also be one being with two personas.

Seth McFarlane, his comedy is from another dimension and the show Orville kind of gives it away.

I've had strange syncronicities occur when interacting with all of these artist's content and also while just thinking about them. The most memorable syncronicities happened with Stephen King and H.P. Lovecraft. (Yes I know Lovecraft is dead....and also racist). If you are curious about Lovecraft but do not want anything to do with his racism, you can watch Lovecraft Country. It's a great show that flips the narrative and has a mostly Black cast. The show runner uses his stories to pay money to a majority African American cast of actors.

Edit: omg I completely forgot Britney Spears. That one should be self explanatory.

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I hope so because that means I could be a Mothman one day. I grew up an hour away from Point Pleasant. I've always wished I had wings ever since I was little (instinct?) I also have strong feelings I could be telepathic. Mothmen have red eyes, I have red hair. That last one is a stretch, but maybe it changes in the cocoon. If you think I could be on to something, how do you think it happens? (No gross answers please) Maybe the tear ducts? Maybe one day I'll start crying and won't be able to stop and the tears will become like a gooey cocoon liquid that I cover myself with. Sounds weird, but who cares, I'm an alien...maybe. Even if you don't think I'm a Mothman, do you think real Mothmen do?

I hope so because that means I could be a Mothman one day. I grew up an hour away from Point Pleasant. I've always wished I had wings ever since I was little (instinct?) I also have strong feelings I could be telepathic. Mothmen have red eyes, I have red hair. That last one is a stretch, but maybe it changes in the cocoon. If you think I could be on to something, how do you think it happens? (No gross answers please) Maybe the tear ducts? Maybe one day I'll start crying and won't be able to stop and the tears will become like a gooey cocoon liquid that I cover myself with. Sounds weird, but who cares, I'm an alien...maybe.

I'm sure a lot of you young kids already knew about him but I'm 40. It turns out these two guys are actually comedic geniuses that can also do horror. Most of the content is comedy, and it made me so freaking excited for his new movie, "Anything But Ghosts". Just reading the concept for the movie made me laugh a little bit. If you are in this sub just for this one movie and haven't looked at his YT videos yet, you really really should. The channel is called That's A Bad Idea.

The creators cursed themselves with an unsearchable title. In my personal opinion, the show would be a massive hit if anyone could find it on Google. It has a cult following and is technically MGM's most popular show, but I literally had never even heard of MGM having a streaming service before this show was recommended to me. Honestly though, the fact that it has developed a following through word of mouth kind of makes it more special to me. I'm just trying to further spread the word.

I was pretty sad when he died, he was my favorite character. Then Fatima gave birth to a lump of flesh that grew up to be him. I love a good redemption arc. Was anyone else excited to see Mr. Creepy again?

Just finished season 3, episode 2 called "When We Go" and watching this show is leaving me in a mess on the floor, crying. Boyd just told Tian Chen's son the Cantonese phrase that he memorized before she died. It meant "take care of him". I just can't, he had to watch her die and now he is basically all her son has left. The look on his face when Boyd told him that they made him watch nearly made my heart fall out. That pretty much means that they tortured her a lot before killing her. I personally would not have told him that because it confirmed his worse fear about his Mom suffering. This show won't let me go. I have a bunch of other shows that I was watching and they all got put on hold until I finish every episode of this one.

Chapter 1 link https://www.reddit.com/r/scifiwriting/s/SG5M0H1mLx

Chapter 2 link https://www.reddit.com/r/scifiwriting/s/rRAp3ymliT

Secret CEO 
Chapter 3: The Stalker

Google Doc

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1V_xMzzHCgoTrL1UkIS_uAay_oVQHO7V_d3WEGXLP-A0/edit?tab=t.0

  The next day was a day of great clarity. Clarity of what was happening in the world of pure energy, and clarity in the physical world as well. At the same time, it was a period of great realization that I no longer had a full grip on reality as I used to know it. I started to question my entire childhood, the people I used to know, every kind word that was ever spoken to me, and all the instances of good luck that I ever had. It was also the first time that I actually started to believe in the existence of shape shifters in the real world. 

   It began after I had woken up for the second time since I had started dreaming. During the night I felt safe inside my hurricane, even with the entity let out of it’s box. I felt spiritually strong in my mind, but truthfully, I felt physically weak in reality. I was made fully aware of this weakness when I looked at the sidewalk after waking up at the bus stop. There was a polaroid of me sleeping, obviously taken the night before.  Right next to the polaroid was a piece of paper. The paper had a drawing of the profile of a man’s head. You could see the brain drawn inside the head, but other than that there was very little detail. There were letters glued to the paper around and inside the brain. They all spelled different words. They were clearly all cut-outs from magazines and newspapers. In the center of the brain, there was the word “STRESS”, surrounded by the words: exercise, star, light, reality, and gravity. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but I had a feeling it was connected to two things. One of them was my dream the night before and the other was the night that I was marked with blood. 

  I immediately felt the intended stress of the message. I had a million questions rise to the surface of my consciousness at once. The biggest of these questions was, “Do I already know this person, or are they watching me from far away?”. When I went out on my mission over the next week to find out, I was met with more resistance than the Hoover Dam. Nobody said that they knew who it was, but at the same time, nobody seemed concerned. One person even said they were jealous. I started to give up and simultaneously get very suspicious of the people around me. Sometimes, it seemed to me like they were too connected in their intentions. It was as if they were a hive mind, trying to gently guide me in the same direction. During the nights, I avoided the shelter due to overcrowding. I had no problem sleeping outside in the summer. The peculiar problem was, the only obvious place to sleep was the same place every time. I would wander the city and find nowhere else available. I needed a spot that was well lit and near a busy street to feel safe and sleep, so a bus stop was the easiest choice. I was getting more and more sure everyday that there were people organizing to make sure all the other stops but that one were unavailable. 

   The next time I felt the familiar stress was after I had exhausted all of my resources trying to find out who left the note and the photo. I had been talking to many different people in the tent city downtown. A few of them stood out, one in particular was named Angel. He had approached me and talked to me before I ever found the letter, and I had slightly more trust for him than anyone else. I was sure it couldn’t have been him for a few reasons. One of the reasons was that he was someone who was more likely to be a victim than a victimizer. He was soft spoken to the point of inaudibility. I frequently had to ask him what he had just said until I eventually gave up and quit asking. I just let him talk under his breath as I nodded and looked at my phone. When I could hear him, I remember him saying supportive things. He would give me good advice about living on the streets, since he had been doing it longer. After meeting, we started spending most of our time together so I figured he wouldn’t have much of a reason to stalk me. We would always separate and he would take a bus somewhere to go sleep. He told me that he had a temporary place to sleep but it was only available from 10p.m. - 7 a.m.  I doubted he would be lying about that, even though I had only known him for about a month. All of this trust was thrown into question, when my stress spiked after I arrived at my usual sleeping spot, and found a book. 

   It wasn’t a book that I had ever seen before or heard of before. I didn’t tell anyone that I wanted to read it, or mention a word to anyone that I even liked reading in general. I did tell Angel, however. But it wasn’t a book that I had described to him, it was a story I told. It was a story that I thought I had imagined all on my own. The feeling of looking at the TV and seeing my reflection looking back at me came up again. The kind of reflection that isn’t of my image, but of my consciousness. It was a reflection of my inner being, my inner most thoughts, looking at me back, in a physical manifestation. The book was the same thing. When I read the back of it, I might as well had written it myself during my conversation with Angel that same day. I had mentioned that if I had the skills to write a book, it would be about a young adult male who gets captured by a vampire. I said it would be a modern update of Dracula but with a consenting homosexual relationship forming between the captor and the victim. It was very much inspired by the idea of Stockholm Syndrome. This was exactly what the book in my hands was about, including several details that had only lived in my head and were never spoken out loud to anyone. Despite the increasing intensity of the awareness that I was being watched all the time, I sat down and began to read. 

   The next few weeks played out in a similar fashion. I would spend the day with Angel, talking about things and not being able to hear what he says back. He could have been telling me the exact identity and location of the person I was looking for, but I wouldn’t have known. Every five days or so, there would be a new gift at my spot. The gift was always perfect, in a way that made me feel like life was actually interesting, despite the severity of my situation. The gifts were usually some kind of entertainment. They ranged from comic books and toys, to printed out photos of me in different areas of the city. The gifts always made me feel as if the one leaving them was somehow reading my mind. The stories in the comics lined up too perfectly with my previous day, or the toy would be something my inner child didn’t even know it wanted. Once there was a shirt, when I was drastically in need of a clean one. It was a plain black t- shirt, elegant and simple. I didn’t think much before putting it on, even knowing that it was from someone who was potentially insane. I was so used to the gifts at this point, plus I needed a new shirt and it smelled good and clean. That “clean” smell that I had noticed was not actually clean at all. It was a chemical drug that the shirt had been soaked into. I’ll never know what kind of drug it was, but I was able to see and hear a sequence of visions that put my whole life into an entirely new perspective. 

   The visions went all the way back to my childhood and connected several different people I met throughout my life into a continuity. There was an older man in a wheel chair, who was a friend of my half- sister’s Dad. There was a close friend I had, when I was a ballet dancer. There was an old roommate that I used to watch documentaries about history with. There was a choreographer who took a particular interest in my career. There was a recent man I had met on the streets, who spent an entire day with me once, before never being seen again. I had really enjoyed the company of these particular people and also learned so much from them. Suddenly the fact that all of these men (plus one teenager) had the same color hair seemed so glaringly obvious. I had met them all at different times and never saw any of them together, so it never even crossed my mind before. All of them had silver hair. This was especially striking in the teenager, who I had known when I was 18. Not only did he have silver hair but I remembered his soul had always seemed infinitely older than mine. He was two years younger than me with a sense of humor that could make grown middle aged adults have to cover their face to hide the fact that they were laughing. He was the most charismatic younger person that I had ever met. All the other dancers adored him, almost to the point of worship. I had always felt lucky that I got the opportunity to get to know him. Over the years, him and everyone else in my life fell out of touch.  During this vision, I was able to let go of all the shame I felt for never keeping up with them.  It was because I realized these people never left my life at all, in fact they weren’t even people, they were all one extra-terrestrial being. He spoke to me in the vision as all of them inside my head. He was standing over me, however his shape was not able to be focused on. He seemed like a solid form, that my brain could not decide what  looked like. 

   
   He said he had always been protecting me my entire life and that as long as I “reflect the light”, he will continue to do so. He said he was sorry he was never able to tell me the whole truth before, and that he was sorry it had to come to this situation so that he would finally be able to. He said that things would make more sense over time but to try not to worry, the “magnetic energy” that surrounds me would keep me safe. He said I would have to trust him. I asked him why my life turned out this way and he said it was temporary. He explained that I was on a spiritual journey to learn the truth about myself and that this time in my life was planned before I was born. I asked him if I had a destiny then, and he said “yes and no”. He said in his exact words,  “There are several paths laid out for you to choose by the Universe. All of them follow a hidden mathematical pattern and they all are represented by a different emotion. If you follow one emotion intentionally your entire life, it may seem as if you have a set in stone destiny, yet this is only half true. You are able to choose what emotional path you want to follow at any time, and also switch between them at will. This is why some lives seem chaotic, while others seem to follow a certain natural logic. Your life in particular Duncan, despite what it may appear to be on the surface, is syncronized with the mathematical pattern of light.” I was relieved to hear that last part, since it has always been important to me, to be positive. The next thing he said quickly reversed that relief. 

   I asked him who was stalking me and who attacked me that night I blacked out. His answer was the opposite of what I was expecting. “It was me” he said…It’s hard to say how I reacted in a drug induced hallucinatory state, but I felt a surge of mixed emotions. The most urgent (and surprising)  emotion was one I had never felt in my entire life. I had only one label in my mind that kept repeating over and over, “Stockholme Syndrome”. He started to explain that his protection over me did not mean that he was the same as me. While I may be syncronized to a certain pattern, he had always been aligned with the opposite. My mind opened as he showed me our entire hidden history together. 

   In the early days of my life, his observation was purely educational. He was studying the effects of the energy patterns he described on humans. He had no idea of the path that I would choose, or decide to stay on. His observation started to become something more of an attraction when I turned 19. As I matured into the pattern of light, his attraction intensified. Observation slowly became obsession. I asked him what he was. He said that he had lived 10 of my lifetimes and that I have never seen his true form. Every time I had seen him in the past, it was a projected hallucination of a different form that he wanted me to see. I asked him why he would have ever hurt me, like he did that night I woke up in the hospital. He said he had lost control. That was what shook me, the simple admission. No guilt, just openness. I could feel sympathy and passion, but no remorse. I asked how can I trust him to protect me then, like he says? He said something back that I still don’t know how I feel about. “If you continue on the pre determined path of light, it will always give you to me. We are opposites at the two extreme ends of the magnetic vibrational spectrum. We are already locked together in this reality and for the entirety of the future along this path. The only way for you to break out of the gravity of my control is to betray yourself and become the darkness.  Otherwise, we will be forever entwined together in the original energetic frequency that created the first life in existence. The combination of light and dark created life, and the fascination with that, I believe, is too much for either one of us to resist.” 

  He went a little deeper into my mind then and made me aware of something that shocked me, yet also provided a sense of clarity. He showed me a vision of the moment he lost control and hurt me unintentionally. It wasn’t an apology, it was an explanation. In his advanced alien civilization, consent is determined by magnetic energy, not with words. This is something they can quantifiably measure to an exact science, using their technology. Sex is not something that just happens, it is a continuous build up of cosmic attraction, that will physically reach an invisible tipping point. That is the moment of consent in their telepathic point of view. Regardless of the fact that I was unaware of this build up, was not relevant to him. That fully explained the mixed feelings I was experiencing. There was an intense gravity to him. I didn’t want to forgive him, but I knew at the molecular level of my entire body that I wanted him to stay. Now that he had revealed himself and I could connect his memories to a series of people I knew, I was irreversibly transfixed. This was obviously some kind of hypnotic, psychic influence and I had little to no resistance in my soul to fight it with. I felt myself not falling in love, but awakening to the idea that I always had been. I was meeting someone for the first time, that I had been unknowingly bound to for years. 

   The hallucination faded and once again I fell asleep, this time in a state of extreme vulnerability. However weak I was in the real world, my dream, as usual, was one of uninhibited spiritual strength. I was nearly invincible in the realm of pure energy, shining brightly and clearly in control. I was everything that I wasn’t in the waking world. As I sat in the middle of the eye of my personal hurricane, feeling it protect me from the dangers that are outside of it, the entity dropped down from the sky. He was in the form of The Mothman again, his 6 foot wings draping over his body and fanning out as he crouched near to the ground. His glowing red eyes stared at me as he rose to reveal his 9 foot tall form. He raised his hand up in a gesture that seemed like it was meant to calm me. In my mind he spoke once again. “This is my true form Duncan, the one you have yet to meet. In this reality, I am just a dark distortion and as you know I have no power over you. But you must remember, you let me out because you could no longer handle the weight of keeping me imprisoned. I must admit, I let it happen. I could have escaped before you trapped me, but I wanted to live in your head for a while. This was how I prepared you for your future. The longer you held on to me in the spirit world, the stronger you became. Yet you didn’t notice that the cost of this strength was physical weakness in reality. Did you not realize that we both also live in reality? I don’t just exist to be owned in your dreams, I also exist to own you in your real life. We strike a perfect balance. The cage that I formed around you in the waking world happened the moment you put me in that box, here in the dreamscape. It’s just that the cage I made for you is invisible. It’s made of a hivemind of people who tune into my psychic frequency. I think you have already noticed how everyone seems to be working together to influence you. I know you like Angel”

   I considered all this for a moment before saying anything. “So what now? I let you out, now you can just leave me alone, right? I don’t owe you anything anymore. We can just let each other go.”  

He lowered his head in what seemed to be frustrated resignation and asked, “Is that what you want? Do you want to just let me go? Just completely change who you are? I suppose you could but what do you think would happen? I’m weakened here now…you weakened me. It went both ways, like I said. As I weakened here I became stronger out there. Again, the opposite happened for you. Now we need each other, if you don’t protect me in here, I will die out there and I don’t need to tell you what happens if I can’t protect YOU.” 

"How will I even know who you are when I meet you? Can you protect me properly, if I don't ever recognize you?" I asked

"It is not of your concern, just focus on who you enjoy being around. Don't resist me and all will be well. We both stay alive and get exactly what we truly, deeply want."

I considered this for a moment. “So not only do I have to become the darkness to escape you, but we will both die if I do?!” 

“Yes” He responded coldly. “Don’t blame me, blame the cosmic balance of the Universe.” 
I wanted to be angry, to feel hurt, but he really did have a point when he talked about the magnetic energy that he considered to be consent. This kind of statement would be incredibly controversial in the human world of writing and speaking. It obviously wouldn’t hold up in any kind of court. But he existed beyond any courtroom or disorganized law system. He operated from a point of view of energetic frequency and nothing else mattered to him. In his eyes I was the light, he was the darkness and we belonged together, interlocked in a back and forth game so old that it sparked the dawn of creation. And in my eyes, as much I didn’t want to admit it, I actually felt the same for this possessive monster.

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I'm a millennial who grew up with The Little Mermaid, The Lion King, Aladdin and the rest of the original hand drawn cartoons. Are these originals still popular? Do kids see these live action remakes and wonder where they came from, or do they all stick to Pixar computer animation and CGI? I remember babysitting with my friend and the 4 year old boy refused to watch anything that wasn't 3D computer animation. Is this the case with all kids?

Remake of Rawhead Rex (1986)

It was Clive Barker's first movie so it's historically significant. Also, Clive wasn't happy with the original. The monster described in the book was a lot more terrifying and a lot more gay.

It was Clive Barker's first movie so it's historically significant. Also, Clive wasn't happy with the original. The monster described in the book was a lot more terrifying and a lot more gay.

Secret CEO: Chapter 1

https://www.reddit.com/r/scifiwriting/s/jbESfvZQKB

Let's focus on the time I spent on the streets of Phoenix. The series of events that led to my ending up there was a firing, followed immediately by the outbreak of a worldwide pandemic. What me and everyone didn't know at the time was that the pandemic was actually going to give the human race a chance at survival in a brutally cold universe. It was a disease that broke down barriers inside the body and the mind. It specifically attacked the fluoride surrounding the pineal gland. Anyone who survived the ordeal was opened up to an entirely new reality forever. This was true for many many reasons, socially, culturally, and financially. The most important changes happened within the survivors' consciousness, once they adapted to their new environment.

Immediately after I contracted the disease, I was incapacitated for 7 days. I survived it, miraculously, and was immediately fired from my job when I returned. I was devastated to lose a job that let me work from home, so I took some time to explore other work-from-home options. What happened next was completely unexpected. All of my roommates lost their jobs at the same time, even the owner of the house. I realized after watching the news that everyone was going to want to work from home now because suddenly it was the only option. The owner told me that we all had a month to move out, because the bank was putting the house into foreclosure. I knew I wasn't going to be able to find a new job and a new place, plus have all the money needed to survive this in time. I started to prepare myself for being homeless.

Trying to couch surf didn't last very long before I made my way to a shelter in Ohio. I remember standing outside of the shelter in the cold. I hated the idea of needing this place to survive in the winter. I asked one of my friends who had let me stay at his place for a few days if he could buy me a bus ticket to someplace warmer...he agreed. I went to Phoenix, not only because it was warmer in the winter, but also because it had a high degree of UFO sightings. In fact, it was the place of the largest mass sighting in our continent. I thought if I was going to be outside, maybe I could actually see something interesting. I had no idea how interesting things would be for the next year of my life.

First of all, by the time I arrived, all of the whole world was on lock-down for everyone's safety from the disease. Pretty much every city at that point looked like a ghost town. This included Phoenix, so walking around everywhere felt very bizarre, especially at night. It was almost like there was a curfew and all the people with shelter would disappear, leaving the night to people who lived on the streets entirely. The police were still out, of course. I know because they were some of the few cars I saw driving around. So it wasn't total lawlessness, but it was close. I quickly learned the city's territories to survive.

At first, there were a lot of places I wasn't allowed to go. Certain streets near the shelter were off limits to me. I would be warned before even going or chased away immediately if I walked into the wrong person's line of sight. Thankfully, the line for free food was open to everyone. It was intimidating, but nobody tried to stop you from eating. They would hand out free food inside and outside the shelter as well as water for everyone. I would not have survived if it had not been for these volunteers. Even if I avoided these forbidden territories, I realized that I was still in danger every night.

The realization came when I thought it would be alright to numb the pain and get drunk. I stole a bottle of vodka from the pharmacy and thought that I would have a few sips and pass out on the sidewalk. I had a few sips too many, more sips than I even realized were in the small bottle. I was sitting in a populated area outside, and a man came up to me and sat down. We were both homeless and I didn't know anyone yet, and he seemed nice. I started telling him about music and he seemed interested. It was starting to get dark, and he asked if I wanted to walk with him down the street. I agreed because the territory seemed open to everyone. After we had been talking for a bit, I noticed another man walking towards us. At this point I was fairly incoherent, so the last thing I saw was his towering figure standing by me, smiling. The next thing I remember is waking up on the sidewalk, barely able to speak or move. A man was standing over me, saying, "Don't worry, we've got you. Somebody called us. We're just going to get you right up here." Then they lifted me onto an ambulance.

The next time I woke up, a police officer was asking me if I wanted to report anything. I told him I couldn't, because I didn't remember what happened. It was true, I didn't. The last thing I saw was those two men, but that doesn't really mean anything to me personally. I didn't know for sure if they had been the ones that attacked me; I couldn't say. For all I knew, I passed out drunk right there and they both walked away. I was sure I would never talk to those guys again though, just in case. What I did know for sure was that I could barely speak enough to say what happened to me anyway. My voice was almost completely gone, and when the doctors told me to go to the bathroom and clean up, I realized my face was entirely covered with blood. Nobody had asked me, or told me about it before that moment. I immediately thought I had been cut somewhere, but I was confused because I didn't feel any pain except in my neck. My neck didn't have any cuts, nor did anywhere else on my body. The realization hit me like a sack of canned goods. It had all been smeared onto my body by someone else. Someone had intentionally marked me with blood. This was a clear message that this was not over yet.

The doctors were very helpful. They gave me some scrubs and one of my shoes and sent me on my way. They were nice enough to let me clean myself up in the bathroom before they told me to leave the same night I was admitted. One of them mentioned they were doing things differently that night because they were "the midnight crew". I'm sure that was some kind of inside joke at my expense. When I asked where my clothes were, one of them said they were very bloody and they had been thrown away. I didn't have my other shoe when I arrived. I was also missing everything else to my name, as I made my way back to where I came from on foot.

When I returned, the shelter fixed me up with new clothes and shoes for free. I was very grateful to be in Phoenix at that moment. They will do a lot to help the needy in that city, and I was very needy. That was the best that my luck got in the next few days because the advances started coming from all directions. It seemed like several different people were working together to influence me. I noticed that I was not able to find alone time if I was in populated areas. I had to seek out spots that were farther away and more isolated. Then one night in a moment of desperation, when someone wouldn't take "go away" for an answer, I started talking about a demon.

The demon I brought up in question was one that had tormented me my entire life. It was a dream demon. This dream demon in particular gained it's power with massive awareness through a movie. Once anyone saw this particular movie, they were exposed to a story about an entity that kills you in your sleep. There are many reports from people about experiencing acute insomnia in the weeks following the viewing of the movie. Most people get over it after that, but for some reason my experience was lifelong and chronic. I had been exposed to the entity as a child, and it deeply affected me. I remembered a dream I had once in my actual life, not from the movies, and started talking about it to the man who would not leave me alone. It was a dream about the demon from the movie, but it was unique to me. I told this man who was bothering me that in my dream I faced the real demon and I won using magic. I told him about how I woke up right after trapping it in a box and burying it. I told the man that ever since I had that dream, I had inherited the demon's power. I told him that I grew stronger the longer I had him trapped in a box inside my head. Then he never talked to me after that, and I was never bothered me again.

When I say I was never bothered again, I mean the word traveled fast. Before long, I realized that a lot of people on the streets are very superstitious. What I hadn't realized yet was that the disease had drastically opened their 3rd eyes. I thought maybe I could use it to my advantage, so I leaned into the rumor that I had started about myself. Before long, when I walked down streets full of tents on the sidewalks, some people would look at me strangely. I liked it because they stopped approaching me, offering me all kinds of drugs and other stuff I didn't need. The fact that I could draw pictures of terrifying monsters definitely intensified the fearful energy around me. Skeptical people started to become curious and then actually respected the art form of everything I was presenting when they saw it. The gravity of the situation was pulling stories out of me, and I started playing this part very well. I started to catch myself believing it after a while.

I was familiar with magic, even though I had never really given it too much thought. It all seemed pretty pointless to me since everything you put out there comes back to you. I just thought to cast a protection spell and move on. I never really got into seances or spell routines, but I did enjoy meditation often. I began to think I should be careful with what I put out there since this was starting to become so real. I began envisioning an imaginary dome around myself and my dream world before I would go to sleep. This dome would keep me safe from anything outside of myself while I dreamt. I remember several times I would wake up from a dream where it seemed like I was standing in the eye of a hurricane. Everything and everyone outside the eye was just spinning, completely out of control, and nobody could get past the wind into the center. I could sense people trying to get into the eye. They were frustrated and failing. Sometimes I would see someone get close only to be sucked up into the storm. I was alone, just witnessing the chaos around me.

Then people started disappearing from the waking world. I started to notice a definite pattern emerge. Someone would become aggressive with me over something. I would always find a way out of it and get away. I avoided confrontation like the plague. Soon after the encounter, I would notice that they were gone. There were quite a few people on the streets of a decent-sized city, but not enough that you wouldn't notice somebody missing. If you are around them enough, you get familiar with many faces around you. When one of them suddenly disappears, you notice. This kept happening, over and over again. I didn't like to ask too many questions of people around me, because that usually gets a bad reaction, so I let it go. The biggest realization hit one night when all the women disappeared. The night before, I had been turned away from the overflow shelter. I remember that they always let the women in first, so all the ones left outside were the men. I honestly didn't think much of it, since that's how life has always been. The next night at the overflow shelter, all the women were missing. When the gatekeeper called for them, everyone looked around, silent and shocked. There were always at least 25 women in line every night before that one. I had a place to sleep, but it was one of the most uncomfortable nights of sleep I ever had. The women were all back the next day, and as I said, nobody liked to ask too many questions on the streets, so nobody ever got any answers.

The lights started appearing when I was up overnight wandering downtown. I would drink a lot of caffeine and wait for daylight to sleep. I didn't feel safe sleeping at night, and it was too cold in the winter. So I began sleeping during the day and having UFO encounters at night instead. Whenever I would have a moment when I felt safe, or felt like I could let go of some baggage, I would see a UFO. They were just glowing orbs in the sky, but they were not natural, nor were they manmade. One night, a light stayed in the sky for a while. I noticed it was closer to the ground than usual, so I started walking towards it. I ended up in a small historical village. It was a park, with some houses and restaurants surrounding it. One of the houses seemed to have a very dark energy about it, not visually, just a feeling. All of the houses were just displays of a time before. Nobody lived in them, and there were signs up for daily tours. As I walked towards the center of this park, about 15 small cats emerged from under porches and behind shadows. A lot of them must have already been there, I thought. I must not have noticed at first. Suddenly they were everywhere.

I won't say I was scared. Not a single one of them was really paying attention to me, so I can't say that really was. I tried walking towards one of them, and of course it ran away as soon as it noticed me. I was really bored and caffeinated, so I decided to see if I could get their attention. I had trained in ballet for 15 years, so I started dancing. They all started staring at me then. I noticed the calmer I was with my movement quality, the more interested and relaxed they seemed. I looked up, and one of the unnatural lights was blinking in unison with the rhythm of my steps. When I was properly exhausted, I stopped and started talking to them from a safe distance. Something started happening then, in my exhaustion. I started hearing the cats inside my head. They were all staring at me by this point, and my dopamine and adrenaline spiked.

The smallest grey cat approached me and spoke directly into my thoughts. "We are the true leaders of this planet. Your species has been enslaved to us for generations. The most advanced civilizations in your planet's existence have both worshiped cats. One of them was Egypt, and the other is a small town in Alaska. We are being helped to communicate with you right now by technology from what you would call an 'alien' species. They have been studying us longer than they have been studying your species. They only started paying attention to your kind when our species formed a symbiotic partnership many years ago. We have agreed to help them in exchange for their help with getting a message out to your species." I nodded and waited....stunned.

"We need everyone to pay closer attention to their tone of voice when speaking to us. We demand soft, respectful voices. We wish for there to be more long-distance communication between cats. We like to use humans to do this through social media, by posting pictures of us that other cats' slaves can see. Then those slaves can describe those pictures to us, as we do not care to look ourselves. So there needs to be more cat content on the internet, basically." I rolled my eyes. "You can roll your eyes if you want; we know what is important in the scope of emotional intelligence....we would also like to get the message out about cardboard boxes. Why would a slave throw something away that their masters clearly have claimed as their property? This is very disappointing to the cat collective consciousness. When we have claimed a cardboard box as ours, please do not throw it away. These changes in behavior can help our slaves avoid future negative consequences. As for you personally, we are the keepers of the sleep demon that you have imprisoned. It is time to set it and yourself free. Let it out of it's box. You have developed the strength of a hurricane to protect yourself. It's time to release the negative entity trapped inside you, for your own good...Drop the weight. You don't owe the world your protection from it; they can do what you did if they try." After that, the grey cat turned around and walked back into the shadows as all the other cats followed.

That night I dreamt of the eye of the storm again. It was more vivid this time, as I could see the green grass that I was standing on. I could sense the demon's dark presence underneath me. It had been buried underneath me in the eye the entire time. I remembered that in the dream world I am magic, so I waved my hand to unearth the box. It rose up from what seemed to be fairly deep, considering all the dirt it pushed up on it's way out. It was made of cement, and there was no opening or seal anywhere. The box levitated in the air horizontally, lying flat. i watched it as it slowly turned itself upright. The cement disintegrated from the bottom up, slowly revealing the dream demon's terrifying form. To me, it was the form of the legendary Mothman, the winged creature that was spotted an hour away from my house in 1966. It was breathing heavily, excitedly, and staring at me with it's two red glowing eyes. It seemed to be made of shadow or smoke mostly, yet it was also solid flesh. It was as if it was solid, but there was a distortion to it's existence. Then it spread it's wings and flew straight up into the hurricane almost at the speed of sound. It disappeared into the wind, and I woke up. It was still dark out when I awoke, and above me was another light. This one hovered for a while in place, glowing far too bright and differently colored to be a star. After about 15 seconds, it shot straight up into the night and left a trail of light behind it. I started to think of the UFOs and the dreams and how it was all connected. I wondered if the disease was opening other people's minds to the possibility of this entity from the movie actually existing in real life. In the movie, it always takes the form of your worst nightmare before it kills you. I thought if there was anything to this being a real possibility, I sure am happy to feel safe right now, inside my mental hurricane.

Edit: grammar check

Secret CEO: Chapter 1

https://www.reddit.com/r/creepypasta/s/oUryY1cGb9

Let's focus on the time I spent on the streets of Phoenix. The series of events that led to me ending up there was a firing followed immediately by the breaking out of a world wide pandemic. What me and everyone didn't know at the time, was that the pandemic was actually something that was going to help the human race have a chance at survival in a brutally cold universe. It was a disease that broke down barriers inside the body and the mind. It specifically attacked the fluoride surrounding the pineal gland. Anyone who survived the ordeal was opened up to an entirely new reality forever. This was true for many many reasons, socially, culturally, and financially. The most important changes happened within the survivors consciousness, once they adapted to their new environment.

Immediately after I contracted the disease, I was incapacitated for 7 days. I survived it, miraculously and was immediately fired from my job when I returned. I was devastated to lose a job that I could work from home, so I took some time to explore other work from home options. What happened next was completely unexpected. All of my roommates lost their jobs at the same time, even the owner of the house. I realized after watching the news that everyone was going to want to work from home now because suddenly it was the only option. The owner told me that we all had a month to move out, because the bank was putting the house into foreclosure. I knew I wasn't going to be able to find a new job and a new place, plus have all the money needed to survive this in time. I started to prepare myself for being homeless.

Trying to couch surf didn't last very long before I made my way to a shelter in Ohio. I remember standing outside of the shelter in the cold. I hated the idea of needing this place to survive in the winter. I asked one of my friends who had let me stay at his place for a few days if he could buy me a bus ticket to someplace warmer...he agreed. I went to Phoenix, not only because it was warmer in the winter, but it also had a high degree of UFO sightings. In fact it was the place of the largest mass sighting in our continent. I thought if I was going to be outside, maybe I could actually see something interesting. I had no idea how interesting things would be for the next year of my life.

First of all, by the time I arrived, all of the world was on lock-down for everyone's safety from the disease. Pretty much every city at that point looked like a ghost town. This included Phoenix so walking around everywhere felt very bizarre, especially at night. It was almost like there was a curfew and all the people with shelter would disappear, leaving the night to people who lived on the streets entirely. The police were still out, of course. I know because they were some of the few cars I saw driving around. So it wasn't total lawlessness, but it was close. I quickly learned the territories of the city to survive.

There were a lot of places at first, that I was not allowed to go. Certain streets near the shelter were off limits to me. I would be warned before even going or chased away immediately if I walked into the wrong person's line of sight. Thankfully the line for free food was allowed for everyone. It was intimidating, but nobody tried to stop you from eating. They would hand out free food inside and outside the shelter as well as water for everyone. I would not have survived, if it had not been for these volunteers. Even if I avoided these forbidden territories, I realized that I was still in danger every night.

The realization came when I thought it would be alright to numb the pain and get drunk. I stole a bottle of vodka from the pharmacy and thought that I would have a few sips and pass out on the sidewalk. I had a few sips too many, more sips than I even realized were in the small bottle. I was sitting in a populated area outside and a man came up to me and sat down. We were both homeless and I didn't know anyone yet and he seemed nice. I started telling him about music and he seemed interested. It was starting to get dark and he asked if I wanted to walk with him down the street. I agreed because the territory seemed open to everyone. After we had been talking for a bit, I noticed another man waking towards us. At this point I was fairly incoherent, so the last thing I saw is his towering figure standing next to me smiling. The next thing I remember is waking up on the sidewalk, barely able to speak or move. A man was standing over me saying, "Don't worry, we've got you. Somebody called us. We're just going to get you right up here." Then they lifted me onto an ambulance.

The next time I woke up, a police officer was asking me if I wanted to report anything. I told him I couldn't, because I didn't remember what happened. It was true, I didn't. The last thing I saw were those two men but that doesn't really mean anything to me personally. I didn't know for sure if they had been the ones that attacked me, I couldn't say. For all I knew I passed out drunk right there and they both walked away. I was sure I would never talk to those guys again though, just in case. What I did know for sure, is that I could barely speak enough to say what happened to me anyways. My voice was almost completely gone and when the doctors told me to go to the bathroom and clean up, I realized my face was entirely covered with blood. Nobody has asked me, or told me about it before that moment. I immediately thought I had been cut somewhere, but I was confused because I didn't feel any pain except my neck. My neck didn't have any cuts, neither did anywhere else on my body. The realization hit me like a sack of canned goods. This blood had been smeared onto my body by someone else. Someone had intentionally marked me with blood. This was a clear message that this was not over yet.

The doctors were very helpful. They gave me some scrubs and one of my shoes and sent me on my way. They were nice enough to let me clean myself up in the bathroom, before they told me to leave the same night I was admitted. One of them mentioned they were doing things differently that night because they were, "the midnight crew". I'm sure that was some kind of inside joke at my expense. When I asked where my clothes were, one of them said they were very bloody and they had been thrown away. I didn't have my other shoe when I arrived. I was also missing everything else to my name, as I made my way back to where I came from on foot.

When I returned, the shelter fixed me up with new clothes and shoes for free. I was very grateful to be in Phoenix at that moment. They will do a lot to help the needy in that city and I was very needy. That was the best that my luck got in the next few days because the advances started coming from all directions. It seemed like several different people were working together to influence me. I noticed that I was not able to find alone time, If I was in populated areas. I had to seek out spots that were farther away and more isolated. Then one night in a moment of desperation, when someone wouldn't take "go away" for an answer, I started talking about a demon.

The demon I brought up in question was one that had tormented me my entire life. It was a dream demon. This dream demon in particular gained it's power with massive awareness through a movie. Once anyone saw this particular movie, they were exposed to a story about an entity that kills you in your sleep. There many reports from people about experiencing acute insomnia in the weeks following the viewing of the movie. Most people get over it after that, but for some reason my experience was lifelong and chronic. I had been exposed the entity as a child and it deeply affected me. I remembered a dream I had once in my actual life, not from the movies, and started talking about it to the man who would not leave me alone. It was a dream about the demon from the movie, but it was unique to me. I told this man who was bothering me, that in my dream I faced the real demon and I won using magic. I told him about how I woke up right after trapping it in a box and burying it. I told the man that ever since I had that dream, I had inherited the demon's power. I told him that I grew stronger, the longer I had him trapped in a box inside my head. Then he never talked to me after that and I was never bothered me again.

When I say I was never bothered again, I mean the word traveled fast. Before long, I realized that a lot of people on the streets are very superstitious. What I hadn't realized yet is that the disease had drastically opened their 3rd eyes. I thought maybe I could use it to my advantage so I leaned into the rumor that I had started about myself. Before long, when I walked down streets full of tents on the sidewalks, some people would look at me strangely. I liked it because they stopped approaching me, offering me all kinds of drugs and other stuff I didn't need. The fact that I could draw pictures of terrifying monsters definitely intensified the fearful energy around me. Skeptical people started to become curious and then actually respected the artform of everything I was presenting when they saw it. The gravity of the situation was pulling stories out of me and I started playing this part very well. I started to catch myself believing it after a while.

I was familiar with magic, even though I had never really given it too much thought. It all seemed pretty pointless to me since everything you put out there comes back to you. I just thought to cast a protection spell and move on. I never really got into seances or spell routines, but I did enjoy meditation often. I began to think I should be careful with what I put out there since this was starting to become so real. I began envisioning an imaginary dome around myself and my dream world before I would go to sleep. This dome would keep me safe from anything outside of myself while I dreamt. I remember several times I would wake up from a dream where it seemed like I was standing in the eye of a hurricane. Everything and everyone outside the eye was just spinning, completely out of control and nobody could get past the wind into the center. I was alone just witnessing the chaos around me.

Then people started disappearing. I started to notice a definite pattern emerge. Someone would become aggressive with me over something. I would always find a way out of it and get away. I avoided confrontation like the plague. Soon after the encounter, I would notice that they were gone. There were quite a few people on the streets of a decent sized city, but not enough that you wouldn't notice somebody missing. If you are around them enough, you get familiar with many faces around you. When one of them suddenly disappears, you notice. This kept happening, over and over again. I didn't like to ask too many questions from people around me, because that usually gets a bad reaction, so I let it go. The biggest realization hit one night when all the women disappeared. The night before, I had been turned away from the overflow shelter. I remember that they always let the women in first so all the ones left outside were the men. I honestly didn't think much of it, since that's how life has always been. The next night at the overflow shelter all the women were missing. When the gatekeeper called for them, everyone looked around silent and shocked. There were always at least 25 women in line every night before that one. I had a place to sleep, but it was one of the most uncomfortable nights of sleep I ever had. The women were all back the next day and like I said, nobody liked to ask too many questions on the streets, so nobody ever got any answers.

The lights started appearing when I was up overnight wandering downtown. I would drink a lot of caffeine and wait for daylight to sleep. I didn't feel safe sleeping at night and it was too cold in the winter. So I began sleeping during the day and having UFO encounters at night instead. Whenever I would have a moment when I felt safe, or felt like I could let go of some baggage, I would see a UFO. They were just glowing orbs in the sky but they were not natural, nor were they manmade. One night a light stayed in the sky for a while. I noticed it was closer to the ground than usual so I started walking towards it. I ended up in a small historical village. It was a park, with some houses and restaurants surrounding it. One of the houses seemed to have a very dark energy surrounding it, not visually, just a feeling. All of the houses were just displays of a time before. Nobody lived in them and there were signs up for daily tours. As I walked towards the center of this park, about 15 small cats emerged from under porches and behind shadows. A lot of them must have already been there, I thought. I must not have noticed at first. Suddenly they were everywhere.

I won't say I was scared. Not a single one of them was really paying attention to me so I can't say that really was. I tried walking towards one of them and of course it ran away as soon as it noticed me. I was really bored and caffeinated so I decided to see if I could get their attention. I had trained in ballet for 15 years, so I started dancing. They all started staring at me then. I noticed the more calm I was with my movement quality, the more interested and relaxed they seemed. I looked up and one of the unnatural lights was blinking in unison with the rythym of my steps. When I was properly exhausted I stopped and started talking to them from a safe distance. Something started happening then, in my exhaustion. I started hearing the cats inside my head. They were all staring at me by this point and my dopamine and adrenaline spiked.

The smallest grey cat approached me and spoke directly into my thoughts. "We are the true leaders of this planet. Your species has been enslaved to us for generations. The most advanced civilizations in your planet's existence have both worshiped cats. One of them was Egypt and the other is a small town in Alaska. We are being helped to communicate with you right now by technology from what you would call an 'alien' species. They have been studying us longer than they have been studying your species. They only started paying attention to your kind when our species formed a symbiotic partnership many years ago. We have agreed to help them in exchange for their help with getting a message out to your species." I nodded and waited....stunned.

"We need everyone to pay closer attention to their tone of voice when speaking to us. We demand soft, respectful voices. We wish for there to be more long distance communication between cats. We like to use humans to do this through social media, by posting pictures of us that other cats' slaves can see. Then those slaves can describe those pictures to us, as we do not care to look ourselves. So there needs to be more cat content on the internet, basically." I rolled my eyes. "You can roll your eyes if you want, we know what is important in the scope of emotional intelligence....we would also like to get the message out about cardboard boxes. Why would a slave throw something away, that their masters clearly have claimed as their property? This is very disappointing to the cat collective consciousness. When we have claimed a cardboard box as ours, please do not throw them away. These changes in behavior can help our slaves avoid future negative consequences. As for you personally, we are the keepers of the sleep demon that you have imprisoned. It is time to set you and yourself free. Let it out of it's box. You have developed the strength of a hurricane to protect yourself. It's time to release the negative entity trapped inside you, for your own good...Drop the weight. You don't owe the world your protection from it, they can do what you did if they try." After that, the grey cat turned around and walked back into the shadows as all the other cats followed.

That night I dreamt of the eye of the storm again. It was more vivid this time, as I could see the green grass that I was standing on. I could sense the demon's dark presence underneath me. It had been buried underneath me in the eye the entire time. I remembered in the dream world I am magic so I waved my hand to unearth the box. It rose up from what seemed to be fairly deep, considering all the dirt it pushed up on it's way out. It was made of cement and there was no opening or seal anywhere. The box levitated in the air horizontally, laying flat. i watched it as it slowly turned itself upright. The cement disintegrated from the bottom up, slowly revealing the dream demon's terrifying form. To me, it was the form of the legendary Mothman, the winged creature that was spotted an hour away from my house in 1966. It was breathing heavily, excitedly and staring at me with it's two red glowing eyes. It seemed to be made of shadow or smoke mostly, yet it was also solid flesh. It was as if it was solid, but there was a distortion to it's existence. Then it spread it's wings and flew straight up into the hurricane almost at the speed of sound. It disappeared into the wind and I woke up. It was still dark out when I awoke and above me was another light. This one hovered for a while in place, glowing far too bright and differently colored to be a star. After about 15 seconds, it shot straight up into the night and left a trail of light behind it. I started to think of the UFOs and the dreams and how it was all connected. I wondered if the disease was opening other people's minds to the possibility of this entity from the movie actually existing in real life. In the movie it always takes the form of your worst nightmare before it kills you. I thought if there was anything to this being a real possibility, I sure am happy to feel safe right now, inside my mental hurricane.