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2021.06.14 17:14 privima Being hugged is seriously overrated

Its almost every day which I see people all over the internet exclaim that all they want in life is to be hugged or that they’re “touch starved”. While yes, a lack of physical connections can be a little disheartening, being hugged doesn’t really help you feel less trashy than you already do.
I dont know what some people honestly expect from a hug, Its just being close to a person for a little bit. hugging my SO is nice, sure, but its hardly what some people on this site make it out to be.
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2021.06.14 17:14 JonasDoubleH I made a terrible discovery in our attic and I no longer trust my family.

Our lake house has always had a strange smell, an almost nauseatingly sweet odor that lingers in every corner and is impossible to ignore. When we first started coming here, it really bothered me and I often asked my parents if we could somehow get rid of it. They told me it wasn't that bad and attributed it to the fact that the house was built over 60 years ago. ‘It gives the house character’, they said (our guests did not agree). Over time, I guess I have gotten used to it. However, since we arrived yesterday, it has been so bad that it’s almost unbearable. For this reason, I’ve mostly stayed in the backyard, only coming inside when it’s time for dinner.
Outside, it’s almost completely quiet. The place has a stillness that I love, a welcoming break from living in a major city. I often sit in the backyard for hours looking over the lake. It is said to be so deep that 80 percent of it has yet to be explored. This fact has always unsettled me. When I was young, my father would take me out sailing and I would avoid looking down into the water, terrified of the thought of some ancient creature popping out to greet me with its claws and sharp teeth. What made it worse was the fact that my father would make up terrifying tales of giant sea monsters and drowned people who had come back to life, looking to devour any sailor they came across. It's safe to say that he found it highly entertaining to scare the hell out of me. But that also meant he had to sit by my bed any time I had nightmares, which I imagine he found less fun.
We arrived yesterday around noon after what felt like a three hour car ride. After we had unpacked, I decided to go for my usual walk in the woods. It had always been a tradition for me to walk this route on the first day - a way of making sure nothing had changed. I’ve always liked to think of it as a place lost in time.
As I ventured into the woods, I quickly realized that everything looked and felt the same as it always had. This gave me comfort immediately. It had been a cloudy day, but as I kept walking the sun began shining through the oak trees above me. About half an hour went by and I reached a big rock that marked the halfway point. I sat down and closed my eyes, thinking back to the previous year where my uncle and I had been sitting in the same spot. He had been visiting for a few days, mainly to go sailing with my father and try to convince him to renovate the house, in order to get rid of ‘the damn smell’. He later told me my father had strongly opposed the idea (neither of us understood why). I opened my eyes and realized I had dozed off for a few minutes, got up and walked on.
At the end of the road, I reached a wooden bridge that led across a small stream of water. This bridge had been there for as long back as I remember, but this time something was different. Stepping onto the bridge, I noticed that something had been written across the wooden boards below me. At first, I couldn’t make out what it said, so I crouched down to take a closer look. It appeared to be a word written with white paint.
BŌŠET
At the time, I wasn’t sure what to think of it. It definitely struck me as odd - not so much the cryptic nature of the word (I didn’t give it much thought at the time), but rather the fact that I had never seen any kind of graffiti in these woods before. This was a completely remote area. There were no neighbors living within miles of us and to my recollection I had never met any other people during my walks. In my mind, this was untouched wilderness and I was the only one who knew about it. But now it seemed that was no longer true. Must be kids, I thought to myself and walked across the bridge.
That evening after dinner, the three of us sat in the living room and tried to decide on something that we could all watch. I had brought a couple of movies, but instead of picking one of those, my father suggested checking out the few channels that were available - a concept that seemed ancient to me. We started channel surfing, looking for something suitable for all three of us, a nearly impossible task since none of us shared any of the same interests when it came to entertainment. Eventually, we landed on an animated movie that seemed to have started playing a few minutes ago. It didn’t take long for me to realize it was an adaptation of a fantasy novel I had read when I was little. A Tolkien-like tale of a young peasant boy who is picked by a group of sorcerers to confront and defeat an ancient evil - a reptilian-looking monster that has threatened to destroy the magic world. Using his inner powers, the boy destroys the creature, rids the world of all evil forces and saves the kingdom. Classic stuff.
The movie wrapped up with victorious music and a montage of all the characters celebrating. I looked at my parents - my father was out cold and my mother was on her phone. Pretty much how every movie night ended. As the credits rolled, I felt like reading the novel again. Both for nostalgia’s sake, but also to see how faithful the movie actually was to the source material. I mentioned this to my mother, and to my surprise she told me that we probably still had the novel laying around somewhere. ‘Check your box of old stuff - it might be in there’, she told me. I didn’t even know I had a box. I asked her where it was. ‘In the attic. On top of the other ones. It’s marked with your name.”
As I walked up the stairs to the first floor, I was once again met with the smell that had been haunting the house since we first came here. I instantly became annoyed - if this had been a friend’s or relative’s house, I would have never come back. I tried to ignore it and instead focused my attention to the attic that was now right above me. I stood on my toes, extending my height just enough so that I could reach the attic panel and move it to the side. A retractable ladder revealed itself. I slowly pulled it down until it reached the floor, wiped the dust off my hands and started climbing up the ladder.
I reached the top of the stairs and carefully entered the attic, then flicked the light switch and looked around. This was the first time I had ever been up here. To my surprise, the attic was rather large and well lit - not at all the dark, messy room I had always imagined it to be. That didn’t mean much to me though, as the smell up here was so bad that I already wanted to leave. This would have to be a quick visit. In the far end of the attic, I saw the boxes that my mom had mentioned. They were placed neatly on top of each other and I quickly noticed one with my name written on it. It was the one furthest in the back and seemed difficult to reach without having something to stand on. I pulled out a box that seemed heavy and climbable, got on top of it and grabbed onto the box with my name on it. I steadied myself and began lifting it. Having obviously overestimated my physical abilities, I lost my grip, dropped the box and fell to the floor. There was a loud thud as my body hit the ground and an even louder one when the box spilled all its contents over me and the rest of the attic. ‘What happened!?’ I heard my mother scream from downstairs. ‘I dropped something,’ I shouted back. So much for the quick visit.
I was lying on the wooden floor, looking around the room. It didn’t take long for me to notice the shiny rectangular object in the corner across from me, especially since everything else that had fallen out of the box were either my old books or drawings from when I was a kid. Even though I was slightly hurt from the fall, I instantly got up and went over to find out what it was that had caught my attention.
I looked down at what appeared to be a jewelry box. It didn’t look like the kind you’d find in a modern store; this one was old - antique even - and covered in what appeared to be gold. The light was reflecting on its surface, making it shine brightly and giving it an almost otherworldly quality - not unlike something out of the movie I had just seen. It also highlighted a strange symbol centered on the box’s surface: a half-moon that had been tilted 90 degrees with two circular shapes underneath. Then I noticed the word engraved below the symbol:
MELEK
I picked it up and ran my finger over the engraved word. Even though I was disoriented from what had just occurred, I couldn’t help think back to the discovery I had made in the woods earlier that day. The word written on the bridge. I tried to remember what it was, but just as I started spelling out the word in my head, I noticed something. The jewelry box was half open. I hadn’t even considered looking inside it. In fact, I was going to bring the box downstairs and ask my mother when she had bought this antique artefact, and why she had never shown it to us before. That never happened. Instead, I opened it.
The smell hit me immediately. This time it was stronger than ever. It was still sweet, but in a different kind of way, almost like rotten fruit. I realized this was where the smell had been coming from all these years. Feeling slightly queasy, I put the opened box down on the ground with the gold lid next to it. I wanted to walk away, afraid of what I was going to find inside it, but my curiosity got the best of me. I held my nose and crouched down to inspect it. Inside the jewelry box, there was a thin velvet fabric that had once been red, but now had a much darker, almost entirely black color, and on top of it were what appeared to be two rolled-up pieces of meat. I started shaking as I tried to make sense of what I had discovered. Suddenly, I felt so confused and unsettled that I remember having what felt like an out of body experience - like I was able to see myself from above, standing alone in the attic surrounded by my childhood belongings on the ground, as a reminder of a time in my life that I would never be able to get back. It felt like an overwhelming fear had been unleashed from deep within me and taken over my entire being. Because I knew what I was really looking at in that golden box on the ground.
I carefully tipped the jewelry box over and the two pieces of meat fell out onto the floor, revealing themselves to be two severed hands, folded into fists, completely covered in dry, black blood. The foul stench of the rot dripping off both hands made me slump down and throw up. I was shaking violently, feeling as if I had lost all control of my body and there was nothing I could do but succumb to the nausea that had been building up inside me for years. Eventually, the vomiting subsided and I laid down on the floor, completely exhausted. A couple of minutes went by as I sobbed silently, trying to look away from what was in front of me. But I couldn’t. Because I noticed the size of the hands. They were small and couldn’t possibly be the hands of an adult person. I stopped breathing. My vision became blurry. I heard my mom shouting something from downstairs. Then someone running up to the first floor. Then the rattling of the attic staircase. I felt a hand on my back. An embrace. Everything darkened.
I woke up in my bed about an hour ago to the sound of my parents arguing in the next room. I could tell that they were trying to keep their voices down, but the heated nature of their discussion made it difficult. I sat up and looked down at myself. I was wearing nothing except for my boxers. For a moment, I thought that I had dreamt the whole thing up, but then I realized I could still taste the vomit in my mouth. I was in a state of shock, I still am. The argument next door kept going. ‘Why would you tell him to go up there?’ my father asked. I couldn’t hear what my mother replied, since she was doing a much better job at being quiet. But based on the tone of her voice, she seemed very upset. It wasn’t difficult to tell what my father was feeling. He was walking back and forth, frustrated and angry. Muttering stuff to himself. They went into another room - maybe realizing that there was a chance I could hear them - and argued some more. I heard the word ‘irredeemable’ from my dad, but not much else. After a couple of minutes, the discussion died down. One of them left to go outside - I couldn’t tell which one. Then there was silence. When I looked at myself in the mirror next to the bed, I noticed that I was still shaking. I thought I looked sick. Unrecognizable, almost. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming towards the room. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to go back to sleep. There was a single knock on the door. I stayed completely silent, expecting the door to open anyway. But nothing happened.
I might have been fake-sleeping for ten minutes before I got the courage to get out of bed, put clothes on, sit down by my computer and write all of this down. As I am reading it through, I realize that it sounds insane. But I know it’s real. I know it happened. And I am terrified of my family and what they might do.
I have been looking up the words I found on the bridge and on the jewelry box, but have yet to figure out what they mean and if there is a connection between them. That’s not going to stop me though. Tomorrow, I am going to sneak out and go back to that bridge in the woods. There has to be something there, something that can lead me in the right direction. If, or rather when, I bump into one of my parents, I am going to pretend I remember nothing. But I do.
I’ll return soon.
- J.H.H.
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