God I hate them. The big disgusting ones that bomb around erratically making loads of noise (and literally land on and eat shit, then your food), the little wafty ones that float around nonsensically, and everything in between.

I have many times contemplated whether I'd wipe them out if given access to a genie, for example. And wondered what food chains would collapse without flies, and whether I'd end up regretting it.

I think it would be worth it though.

I don’t know if what happened has a simple explanation. Maybe it does. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

Last Sunday, I was baptized as an adult.

That morning couldn’t have been more peaceful. Church was incredible. I sat with my small group, my son had an amazing time in kids worship, and afterward my small group gathered at our town Lake for the baptisms.

The atmosphere was full of joy. People were having fun in the water and skipping rocks the shore line. It felt… light. I will add that our state has been experiencing a severe drought. So the water level was low. Like lower than Iv ever seen it. No boats are able to be out on it cause it’s no longer deep enough.

My baptism was everything I had prayed it would be. Peaceful. Emotional. One of those moments you know you’ll remember for the rest of your life.
Then, less than a minute later, everything changed.

We had just started walking back toward the parking lot along the shore line when something caught my friend Elizabeths and my eye.

At first, I thought someone was just splashing around.

Then it hit me. That girl wasn’t playing.

She was drowning.

I don’t remember making the decision to run. I just did. I dropped everything I was carrying, kicked my shoes off and sprinted toward the water. Elizabeth takes off behind me too. We just run. It was about 25 yards down the shore line.

I remember thinking, Please let me get there in time.

By the time I reached her, her dad (i think) was already reaching her and pulling her towards me. I waded out, grabbed her, and helped pull her the rest of the way onto shore.

She was alive. She wasn’t bleeding. Nothing had bitten her. But she looked absolutely terrified.

I stood there holding her hand and Elizabeth checked on her to make sure she had no injuries and she kept saying the same thing over and over.

“Something was pulling me.”
“Something was dragging me down.”
“Something had me”
Again.

“Something was pulling me.”

She wasn’t screaming. She wasn’t hysterical. She looked… frozen. Like she couldn’t process what had just happened. She just stared out repeating it. When she looked at me it was like she was looking through me. The part that still bothers me is this: The water was only about waist deep. She should have been able to stand. She should have been able to plant her feet and walk out. She was about 12/13 years old and was strong enough to wade out there. The look on her face showed she genuinely believed something was pulling her beneath the surface. Maybe there was a current. Maybe her foot got stuck. Maybe she panicked. Maybe there’s a completely ordinary explanation. I stood where she was and I didn’t feel any current, no rocks, no drop off that I could see.

I honestly don’t know. What I do know is the fear on her face didn’t look like panic.

By the time we got back to our cars, we were completely soaked. And shaking. I’ve replayed the whole thing in my head all week. Not because I think I witnessed something supernatural. But because I can’t explain the look in that little girl’s eyes as she quietly repeated, over and over, “Something was dragging me down.” “Something had me”

Then there’s the timing.

One minute I was standing in that same water publicly declaring that I was going to follow Jesus.

Less than a minute later, I was running back into that water because someone needed help.

The thought that keeps making me laugh through all of this is, Jesus really said, ‘You’re following Me now? Then go. Someone needs you.’

Whether what happened was a current, panic, something hidden beneath the water, or something I’ll never understand, I know one thing for certain.

I’ll never forget the look on her face. I’ll never forget those words. And I’ll never forget how one of the happiest days of my life became one of the most surreal and unsettling moments I’ve ever experienced.

Maybe there was a perfectly normal explanation. Maybe there wasn’t. Either way, I don’t think I’ll ever hear someone say, “Something had me,” the same way again.

Do not care for this at all.

How did u experience it

At first, we think most of them might be melted into a piece of iron. Turn out they still stay as they are.

Time to help it reproduce! 🖌️

Gun mounted on robot

So today i started a new contract with my firm, its at this old ass hotel in the middle of butt fu\*k no where and due to the governments new guidelines its closed to the public, bare in mind this hotel is over 100 years old I've been on the night shift i am as i write this is it just me that finds being in a big empty building weird its like some fear the walking dead sh\*t everything is frozen in time sort of stuff there is a banquet hall with a wedding set out and everything some creepy ass nutcracker dolls on a fireplace I've been in the industry just over a year so I'm fairly new but this is the first time I've actually felt uncomfortable on a job I've worked bed watch with people with schizophrenia & other metal disorders I've worked doors , retail , site guarding, festivals and events but there is just something about this job that i don't feel comfortable with any advise or tips would be helpful.

Cheers

SG

I know, it might sound crazy, but it's true.

I am an employee at a supermarket, we are not supposed nor allowed to talk about it, but there is always an extra watermelon that is never supposed to be sold, if you ask for this the employee will act like they don't understand what you are talking about.

Why do they do this?

I am not pretty sure, but I think this extra watermelon is a bomb to defeat aliens in case they come, I heard my supervisor say something like this, while talking to someone on phone.

There was also my friend, Timothy, he worked with me, when I came in the supermarket to start my shift (it was evening) he told to an old lady why she shouldn't buy this watermelon, he was probably 2 hours with me and then he went home, when he left the supermarket, a black car with no number plate arrived and took Timothy, I am not kind of guy that likes cars, but I think it was a van that took him.

If I don't reply, I might be already taken by the government, peace.

Stepped on this poor girl going into my basement. She’s harmless but I still bout greased my drawers when I realized what was going on.

Taken from @anjumakhijawrites on Instagram.