Quite a confusing title, but I need to turn down the volume of Acellus and keep other things higher.

It overpowers most of the time, and I need to equal everything out. Since Acellus is a UWP, it's sandboxed. That means I can't find what output it's going to. In fact, it seems to directly go to my speakers - so I can't even change the volume of it in my Windows settings without turning everything quieter or louder.

My family moved around a lot when I was a kid. I lived in three houses before I was 10, and in one more while I was in High School. The first house that I lived in is the one I remember the least because I lived there from 4-8 years old. For some reason that really bothers me now.

I'm in my 20s. Last year, I began going to therapy and my therapist gave me instructions to try something called "memory mapping." She told me to draw where I lived as a kid, as like a "floor plan," as much detail as possible. She said it could help me remember things better.

So, I went home and began to draw. I started with the first house, which is one I cannot remember very well. I drew the front door, the hallway, the living room, kitchen and stairs. My bedroom was at the top of the stairs and my parents' room was across the hall. At the end of the hall there was a bathroom. That was it. It was a little house in a working class area. Nothing special.

I studied the sketch for a while. There was an unpleasant sensation. It's as if it is like a word you see so much, and it becomes funny looking. I was not able to determine what it was.

So I messaged my mom and asked her if our first home had a garage. She replied "yes, a single car garage on the right side." I added it to the drawing. It looked better.

The following morning, I went back to the drawing and realized that the garage wasn't large enough. I can't explain it. It just didn't feel right. I had to make it larger. That helped.

Next, the kitchen began to feel like it didn't belong. It took me a long time to get it just the way I wanted it. I included a pantry as I was certain we had one. To the bathroom upstairs I added a linen closet. I extended the hallway to give it more length, since it appeared to be too short.

I made another call to my mom just to see. She affirmed the pantry and the linen closet. But when I told her about the hallway, she said it wasn't a big house and the hallway couldn't have been that long.

I kept working on the drawing. I began using a ruler to measure each room and determined the scale. I summed all the square footage and the numbers didn't add up. The inside of the house was somehow bigger than the outside.

I thought, "I must be making some mistake." It was a good idea to work it out from memory.

I called my mom once again and asked her to walk me through room by room. She did. I took notes of everything. Her version of the house was completely normal. In my version, there was a room on the ground floor between the kitchen and the garage that she never mentioned.

I directly asked her about it. I inquired whether or not there had been a room like a mudroom or a utility room. After a moment she said, "No. There was no need for a room to be there."

I didn't leave it alone. I spent a long time sitting with the drawing that night and tried to remember that room. Not just think it was there... actually remember it.

I remember a door. I remember the door being very heavy. I remember not liking to be near it.

The next morning I called my mom again.

At first she told me there was no room there.

I said I knew that. I asked about the door.

She went quiet for a few seconds.

Then she asked, "What kind of door?"

I told her I didn't know how to explain it. Just a door near the garage. Heavy. Wrong somehow.

She didn't answer right away.

Finally she said, "Your father covered one up before we moved in."

I honestly thought she was messing with me.

She told me there had been a door there, but Dad had it drywalled over. She said she never knew what was behind it. Dad never told her and she never asked.

I asked her why she never asked.

"Because your father was strange about that house," she said. "There were some things you didn't ask about."

It was six years ago that my dad passed away. It was a heart attack. Nothing unusual.

I still have the drawing. I've been trying not to add to it. I sat down last night and added another door. I don't know where it leads. I am not sure whether I remember it or if I'm losing my mind.

The square footage keeps growing. I really fear if I continue to draw I'll remember what's inside.

It began about three weeks ago. I'd be sitting on the couch or cooking dinner and hear my ringtone from down the hall. That little nice melody I've had since 2019. I'd look at my phone and it would just be sitting there. Screen dark. Silent.

I thought about phantom ringtone syndrome. Totally normal, apparently. The only thing was, the sound was not coming from inside my head. I was certain of that.

The second time it happened I froze and tried to triangulate it. Coming from the vent near the baseboard in my bedroom. Low to the ground. I pressed my ear to the vent cover and the ringtone just stopped. It felt like something knew I was listening.

When it happened again my friend Dani was there, this time the sound was coming from behind the refrigerator. Her face changed immediately.

"That's your ringtone," she said.

"I know."

We pulled the fridge out. Dust bunnies. A petrified French fry. No animal, no hole in the drywall large enough for anything to fit through. But the smell hit us both at the same time. Old and wet. Horribly wrong, along the likings of the smell of rotting flesh.

It was quiet for a few days after that. Then last Tuesday I woke up at 2 a.m. to the ringtone going off directly under my bed. Not muffled this time. Not passing through ductwork. Right there, close enough that I could hear it had a quality I'd never noticed before. A wetness. The notes were spot on, same pitch, same rhythm, but underneath them was this faint texture, like the sound was being made by something organic rather than a speaker. It was distorted in a way hard to explain.

I didn't look under the bed. There's a difference between bravery and reaching toward something that's been learning what noise to make to get you closer to it.

I set up my old laptop with the webcam pointed at the hallway. Four hours of footage. At the three hour and forty minute mark the ringtone starts on the audio, clear as anything. The vent cover shifts. Maybe a centimeter, just enough that the gap on one side gets slightly larger. Then it goes back. Closes again.

Something pale and wet had been watching the hallway, the same way I would if I'd made a sound and was waiting to see what came toward it.

The ringtone was the first thing. But last Friday I heard my upstairs neighbor's dog bark, loud and familiar and exactly right. My upstairs neighbor hasn't been home in over a week. She told me before she left.

The bark came from inside my walls. And after it, quieter, almost experimental, my ringtone again. Like it was testing. Checking whether I'd respond to something different.

All the lights have been on since then. Mattress moved to the center of the room. I keep my phone in my hand so I can feel it not ringing while I hear it ring.

I haven't heard anything for two days. I don't take that as a good sign. Something that's been learning and adjusting and watching doesn't just stop. It gets patient. It learns to wait.

I think it knows that I know, and I think it's changing its approach.

I'm posting this to have a record of everything in case something happens, and because typing it out is the only thing keeping me from doing something stupid like checking behind the fridge again. If anyone has experienced anything like this, please tell me what it wants. Tell me what it does when it decides it's ready.

My phone is in my hand right now. It isn't ringing.

But I can hear my ringtone.

Hey, I made this and thought you guys here might like it.

Contains a massive gallery of FOG kits, evidence they've been in conflicts, drones, killhouse images, registration, etc,.

I hope this is useful for all of those who need inspiration for their kits or evidence that FOG is truly not just a lifestyle brand!
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My family moved around a lot when I was a kid. I lived in three houses before I was 10, and in one more while I was in High School. The first house that I lived in is the one I remember the least because I lived there from 4-8 years old. For some reason that really bothers me now.

I'm in my 20s. Last year, I began going to therapy and my therapist gave me instructions to try something called "memory mapping." She told me to draw where I lived as a kid, as like a "floor plan," as much detail as possible. She said it could help me remember things better.

So, I went home and began to draw. I started with the first house, which is one I cannot remember very well. I drew the front door, the hallway, the living room, kitchen and stairs. My bedroom was at the top of the stairs and my parents' room was across the hall. At the end of the hall there was a bathroom. That was it. It was a little house in a working class area. Nothing special.

I studied the sketch for a while. There was an unpleasant sensation. It's as if it is like a word you see so much, and it becomes funny looking. I was not able to determine what it was.

So I messaged my mom and asked her if our first home had a garage. She replied "yes, a single car garage on the right side." I added it to the drawing. It looked better.

The following morning, I went back to the drawing and realized that the garage wasn't large enough. I can't explain it. It just didn't feel right. I had to make it larger. That helped.

Next, the kitchen began to feel like it didn't belong. It took me a long time to get it just the way I wanted it. I included a pantry as I was certain we had one. To the bathroom upstairs I added a linen closet. I extended the hallway to give it more length, since it appeared to be too short.

I made another call to my mom just to see. She affirmed the pantry and the linen closet. But when I told her about the hallway, she said it wasn't a big house and the hallway couldn't have been that long.

I kept working on the drawing. I began using a ruler to measure each room and determined the scale. I summed all the square footage and the numbers didn't add up. The inside of the house was somehow bigger than the outside.

I thought, "I must be making some mistake." It was a good idea to work it out from memory.

I called my mom once again and asked her to walk me through room by room. She did. I took notes of everything. Her version of the house was completely normal. In my version, there was a room on the ground floor between the kitchen and the garage that she never mentioned.

I directly asked her about it. I inquired whether or not there had been a room like a mudroom or a utility room. After a moment she said, "No. There was no need for a room to be there."

I didn't leave it alone. I spent a long time sitting with the drawing that night and tried to remember that room. Not just think it was there... actually remember it.

I remember a door. I remember the door being very heavy. I remember not liking to be near it.

The next morning I called my mom again.

At first she told me there was no room there.

I said I knew that. I asked about the door.

She went quiet for a few seconds.

Then she asked, "What kind of door?"

I told her I didn't know how to explain it. Just a door near the garage. Heavy. Wrong somehow.

She didn't answer right away.

Finally she said, "Your father covered one up before we moved in."

I honestly thought she was messing with me.

She told me there had been a door there, but Dad had it drywalled over. She said she never knew what was behind it. Dad never told her and she never asked.

I asked her why she never asked.

"Because your father was strange about that house," she said. "There were some things you didn't ask about."

It was six years ago that my dad passed away. It was a heart attack. Nothing unusual.

I still have the drawing. I've been trying not to add to it. I sat down last night and added another door. I don't know where it leads. I am not sure whether I remember it or if I'm losing my mind.

The square footage keeps growing. I really fear if I continue to draw I'll remember what's inside.

Looking for one specifically to help me make a Forward Observations Group kit!

idk if this was ok im new to bandlab lmao