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JustMaybe Grandmother possibly thinks less of my child?

2020.09.20 16:18 Sian_Lee JustMaybe Grandmother possibly thinks less of my child?

Hey all! First time posting about my JMGM so here’s something that happened last night, this is just a light story compared to what’s been said/happened in the past. (will post more if anyone’s interested to read)
So background is my mum was a single mum with me and my sisters and now me (25f) am a single mum to my beautiful girl 2yo. So growing up me and my sisters were always treated differently because my mum struggled while raising us both mentally and financially (Glad to say she’s all better now and loves being a grandmother to my girl! :D) so my grandmother helped raise us and has some old style control issues that have continued into our adulthood’s.
So it’s coming up to Christmas in a few months and I’m a very organised person where as I already have my presents ready for my daughter (anyone in the U.K. knows how we like to spoil our kids at Christmas) was on a FaceTime call to GM last night and started talking about Christmas, as soon as I showed her what I have for my daughter her attitude completely changed and face dropped, she said “that’s okay I’ll not get her anything then since she has enough” this annoyed me a little because really your first great grandchild and you’re saying that?? Then she said “you know nobody likes a spoilt child” this really pissed me off because first of all I don’t go overboard and live within my means I have about 12-13 presents for her and I’ve collected them throughout a few months not bought all at once and yes I plan to buy some more things I see for her in these next few months leading up. I know that she says this because I’m a single mum, she wouldn’t say it to anyone of my aunties or cousins who have kids with 2 parents it’s like she thinks my child shouldn’t have so much because her father isn’t in the picture anymore ....and also I know I’m a bit sensitive to people on how they talk about my parenting and if they try to tell me what to do...Because she’s my baby not theirs.
I know as well that she’s having some control issues withdrawal because she has this old mind set that everyone should listen to her and be exactly like her like all the things she likes and be mini her. I never needed to ask her for help so I know that pisses off too so she has nothing to use against me for bragging rights or control over how she wants my daughter raised. (She did this to my mum too, wants anything she can to talk down about us compared to other family who has more money)
I’m just feeling a bit sad that she couldn’t praise me for me organised or say something like “that’s all lovely you do well for her” I think she lives by this big single parent stigma from 50 years ago ... I know I’m abit stupid to let this get to me but I know I’ll be fine now and get over it, just needed to rant here. Would like to know has anybody else dealt with a similar situation to this?? Thanks for reading :)
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2020.09.20 12:10 ihavelotsofpie My first break up in a very long time

Today my fiance, who I have been with for over 10 years, broke up with me. It's still so raw, I've been crying on and off all day, and I'm hoping that typing this out will help.
My partner is a girl I have known for most of my life. Her father was my childhood soccer coach, and her brother was in the team. I knew the whole family from the age of 6, I'd see them all multiple times every week until I was about 16, I don't remember a time they weren't around.
I never really had anything to do with her when I was younger, she was the younger sister who always hung around, but I didn't really know her. It wasn't until I was about 19 that I really started talking with her. I started talking to her when I was with another girl, never crossed any lines but I always felt she was there to talk, which was nice. We lost touch for a couple of years, but started talking again when I was 22 and single. There was one night that we talked for literally the entire night, which I'd never done with anyone before, and never have since. We met up the next day and immediately hit it off. We started seeing each other unofficially from that point on, but at the time I had already organised a working holiday to Canada and had no idea when I would be back. I was reluctant to officially start dating her because I didn't want to leave with a girlfriend. But after a few months, I'd already fallen in love with her and couldn't imagine breaking up. So we did the long-distance thing, and she eventually came over to Canada to visit me, and stayed until we both came home together.
Our relationship never really started off on the right foot, she had problems at home and moved in with my family after we'd been seeing each other for only a couple of months. Then I left, and we didn't see each other for 4 months, and even when she came over to Canada, we never really had alone time because we lived in shared accommodation. We never really had the honeymoon phase, and never got into normal habits, which caused problems our entire relationship.
Sex was always a really important thing for her, but it never has been for me (partially because I'm just not that interested, and partially because of childhood trauma). We never had enough sex for her, and there were times where we would be intimate only a couple of times a year. This was an ongoing concern throughout the relationship, but wasn't something we ever really started dealing with except in the last few years. Communication was always a problem, and we would often get into big fights but never really deal with the underlying problems.
Most of the problems we had in our relationship were my fault. I didn't know how to deal with our problems, so I ignored them and hoped they would just get better on their own. She has been so patient with me for so long, but eventually she'd just had enough. She no longer feels the way that she did before. I have really started to make some changes over the last month, but it was too little, too late.
I wish I could hate her for this, but I can't because I know I'm to blame. It's taken her weeks to build up to this, because she was so afraid of hurting me. I feel like a piece of shit for putting her through all of this, and I wish there was something I could do to change her mind, but I know there isn't. I love this woman like I've never loved anyone, and she's the only one that I've ever felt comfortable enough to be my true self.
Everything I look at, everything I do, reminds me of her. I went to make a cup of tea this afternoon, and found myself making it the way she likes it (about half a cup of water, tea bag dunked for about 5 seconds, the rest filled with milk - she's a bit of a savage). Every TV show I watch reminds me of her because we watched so much together. She's a very creative person, and every painting I look at reminds me of the paintings she did. I can't get away from her.
Every image of the future I have, has her in it. I don't know how to live without her. Whenever I'd have a bad day, all I needed to do was sit next to her and I'd feel better, she didn't even need to say anything. And now I'm going through one of the hardest things I've ever dealt with, and I can't go to her. I don't know what to do.
Sorry for the long rant, not expecting anyone to read the whole thing. I just needed to get it out.
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2020.09.20 06:10 trickitricki (VERY long post) I finally said enough is enough and just removed them from my life

Standard long post, written on mobile and new account warning. I've been a reader of this subreddit for a while and thought I'd vent my story to people who might understand.
Context: My mother is my Nparent, single parent, grew up in a rural farm setting where it was just the two of us. I'm the youngest sibling of 3 (I'm 27, but there's a significant 10+ age gap between me and my the older siblings. My brother went NC with all of us 10 or so years ago, my sister is GC).
My mother has always both smothered me and avoided me as a control tactic. Love bomb when she needs something and avoiding when she doesn't. This has continued my entire life and until recently I'd never really put the puzzle pieces together about how all her 'awful quirks' fit into her just being narcissistic.
She doesn't love bomb in a sense she gives things I like to win me over. She takes things she's interested bc we're the same person obviously. HER hobby things, things she enjoys. She recently recently re-gifed me some gloves I actually gave her last Christmas. They're hideous but it's perfectly her style. "I got these for you because you're mad at me and I thought it would be nice'. Bitch I gave you those gloves?
When I decline whatever gift it is, I'm ungrateful and she gets silently mad until she yells so hard she's spitting in my face about something I didn't even realise was an issue.
The recent issue that's lead to grey-rock / nearing NC is what broke me and decided enough was enough.
November 2018 I moved back in with my mother. I was married. Not married anymore. It lasted a little over a year and my wife was horribly abusive. Physically and mentally. My mother knew the dynamics of our relationship and instead of helping me or offering support she yelled and talked completely about her life. I ended up just not calling, why would she ever call me? My ex-wife and I had an argument that lead to me locking myself in the bedroom, hiding in the wardrobe and the police show up. My ex had ripped clumps of her hair out while I was hiding, told them I'd locked her out of the house and she tried to have me removed on DV. Ironic. I called my mother, so alone and despite for some help. I don't have a driver's licence, a car and my wife insisted we live in the middle of nowhere.
My mother told me she will be there as soon as she can. She arrived well later that afternoon (after I'd dealt with all the consciousness that come with packing your shit in an abusive marriage and that person catching you). She had to have lunch with the girls first, because a 7am phone call with your hysterically crying youngest daughter isn't a reason to reschedule, the girls would never understand.
The 2 hour car ride was her telling me about her abusive marriage and how lucky I'm not her because she had 2 very young kids and a mother that didn't do anything to help, how GRATEFUL I should be she cares so much to drive down and come get me, despite her own personal commitments that day. I'm crammed in the back of my mother's car with a parrot, a cat and whatever dignity I have left.
6 months of talking about her. All. About. Her. I was practically forced holding her hand at the end of her 1 year relationship with a lovely man that she broke up with because he didn't take her on enough day trips. A man had to work, how dare he.
All the micoaggression, walking on eggshells and me hiding in my room. At this point I have a job, a few friends and someone I'm starting to get involved with romantically. I decided it's time to have my own place and rent a little townhouse. Townhouse was lovely, I'd been financially independent on my own since 16 but I'd never lived alone. Peaceful. Except she insisted on getting a key cut because she felt we weren't as 'close' anymore. Small towns, one agency "your daughter lost her key? That's ok. We'll just get it copied for you!" She just kept turning up when I was still sleeping, at work or just whenever the fuck she wanted. She'd leave bread on the counter and not even tell me she's dropped by. I didn't need bread she just wanted me to know she could do what she likes.
So at this point I've decided to give up my townhouse at the end of lease and move to Canada on a 2 year work visa. It's always been a dream of mine and I'm 27, recently out of a shit relationship and really just ready for some changes in my life. The plan was to move back to my mother's for 2 months, head to Canada and live my life with my new partner. She was so angry at me she almost didn't let me move back home, not about leaving the townhouse but moving AWAY. Abandoning her. But I work at the local pub - small town, small pub and I know all of her friends, something I don't think she thought about when she pushed me to get that specific job. She can't let her daughter not stay for the few months before "my baby leaves me!". Her friends think she's that selfless mother. She would refuse to talk about it. I wasn't allowed to bring up anything to do with Canada or id be met with a change of subject or a bitter comment.
I had saved all my money, got my visa, left my townhouse . Made arrangements for my animals to be cared for while I'm gone. Everything was planned and sorted, my mother was mad at me but I didn't care, I'm leaving in a month! I don't need to ask her what to do about my life.
COVID-19 happened, only a few weeks from when I was meant to leave. I truly just wanted to die. It was BAD. I went on antidepressants with the courage I helped muster with the help of my partner.
I cried my heart out because I was holding hope this was my fresh start. My mother doesn't care, she doesn't bring it up until I'm too depressed to shower. But I just have to accept it and remind myself it wasn't meant to be. She considers herself a spiritual person and there were all these 'signs' for me not to go, her spirit guides told her, she TOLD me not to go, she told me all this bad shit would happen when I started to plan it. So it's my fault I'm upset. I should have just listened to the mother that knows best! I just have to accept it's not in my journey and I need to stay with her.
My partner comes to live with us, we'd been together almost a year and why he does isn't particularly important but I was happy to have him as a bumper between my mother and I, because she would always be a 'loving mother' around all my previous partners. As some sort of power play (remember I'm always above you, I'm the MOTHER) but it did mean she wasn't as abusive.
COVID is still happening, everything is still awful but I'm still walking towards going to Canada. As soon as I can, government lock down aside I have a job to go to there and I need to start. Application for relocation exemption goes through. She never asks but we tell her Canada is still on the table. I just need to organise flights and travel insurance in the middle of a global pandemic. Stressful. I was never been asked how I'm coping (hint: still BADLY. Doesn't anyone cope well adjusting to Zoloft?). Just eggshells and micro aggressions. Somehow in the middle of this I'm not allowed to use the kitchen to cook family meals and if I do she refuses to eat it. I could make a roast dinner and she'd have packet chips in her bedroom. But I'm still the ungrateful child for whatever I did or didn't do that day.
My partner offered to do some work around the house, painting etc. She was going to pay someone something stupid to do it like 3K more than a regular quote (keep this in mind, she has more than enough money allocated to this) and my partner was out of work. Win win.
My mother buys the cheapest shit, against our advice. Pays my partner nothing to do it, just paid for the cheapest shit materials. He tried to make it professional as he could but it looked like pure shit, obviously. Half the shit she got isn't even appropriate for the job she wants. She went OFF. Called us all disrespectful and how we just don't care about an old lady's feelings. I'm talking hysterical crying and screaming while my partner and I just sit trying to comprehend what is happening. My partner isn't the type of person to let his opinion go, it's his line of work, he is good at it - he is a passionate person about all the work he does and If it's not done half way suitable, why attempt it at all? He tells her maybe if she allowed us even half the budget so was going to pay the other guy or listen to our advice on appropriate materials it may have looked better. I've never seen her this angry. I swear she was about to bend her spine backwards and crawl up the wall like she is possessed.
So we try to sit her down and go "this isn't an appropriate response to what this situation is, obviously something else is bothering you and we'd like to talk about it" I remember telling her that enough is enough with yelling I'm done with it, we need to learn how to communicate as adults without screaming, I'm nearly 30 I've been on my own for years - I just can't continue to be around her. She yells again. We're ungrateful. Awful children who dont respect the owner of the house she so graciously let's us live in, rent free, because she's such a good mother. Crying about how we don't care about HER feelings.
I have never seen my mother yell at another person the way that she's always yelled at me, but she let loose on my partner. Told him he was an abusive person (how dare you stand up for yourself in my house!) controlling person who must be on crack. Dismisses his point that it would have gone differently if she would have just treated the job like he was any other tradesman. My partner was so uncomfortable and upset. I was uncomfortable and upset. I told her to go fuck herself, asked her what gives her the right to dismiss our feelings like all that matters is her. I CALLED HER A NARCISSIST TO HER FACE. Her response was 'you think I always talk about myself? I'm not talking about myself now, we're talking about YOU and what YOU did" We started to pack what little things I had to just get out of there. We're leaving in the morning. We tried to spend some time with her before we left to Canada, but we're at the end of it. If you can't at least acknowledge I'm an adult - to not talk to or try to punish me and my partner like a child. Apparently I'm always going to be HER CHILD so it doesn't matter. But it's her loss. A few weeks later I sent her my flight date and she responded with 'thanks for the update' which is honestly the best response I could have gotten.
My partner is the only person in my life that encourages me to stand up for myself, voice my opinions and gives me a safe space to open up about things within the relationship without being angry. She can SEE how happy, how much more I am myself with all his encouragement. She has commented on my attitude and how different I seemed around him, all the things I see as a positive change. To her this is the worst relationship I've been in, I'm with someone who builds me up and makes me a confident person, someone else isn't there to make me feel small so she doesn't have to do the hard work to upset me. I can see this entirely and she now refuses to engage with me while I'm still with my 'crack addicted' boyfriend. I set my phone to send her calls to message bank and texts not to not to notify me anyway.
Very recently my ex wife contacted my sister, only phone number she must still have since I blocked and deleted her on everything I could think of. She stalked me for months, I had to change my phone number and delete Facebook.
My sister is the GC, she's the first born and has had a very rough early life suffering from mental illness that I believe was exaggerated and left untreated so long because my mother thrived on the attention. She is now over 40 and my mother tells her everything, she's always the first one to gossip to. Always the grateful child and the one I'm compared to, not only in closeness of relationship (your sister and I are sooo close because she's so easy to be around!!) but also I can't be mentally ill or require attention because my sister does.
My sister (that I haven't spoken with in months) sends me a text on the Thursday 'Hey T is coming over Sunday to drop a few boxes of your shit that you left there. Don't know what happened between you two but it's not my business I didn't ask to be stuck in the middle of this. Deal with it" I told her I blocked T, sorry she still has your number. I didn't ask her to hold onto my stuff or contact you to drop it off. My sister is very inconvenienced by this, she's moving too and it's too much for her to handle.
I'm 15 days from moving from the country, in the middle of a global pandemic after I lost my job too, but that doesn't matter. We're all stressed but my sister is moving so that's more important. I told my sister to tell my ex to chuck my shit out like I told I told her to a year ago when she called me 40 times a minute. I hadn't told my sister about the details on why I left, she never contacted me to ask, she just knew from my mother what little I had shared with her. My sister responds with "great thanks for telling me last minute. Now your psycho ex girlfriend has my address". Skimming past maybe it would be a bit difficult to come pick him the stuff that my abusive ex who stalked me dropped off a year and a half later, but she's inconvenienced by it because she's moving and even though I told her not to worry and to chuck it out. She's set on it arriving and she hates it. I offer my partner to come pick it up if she really wants it gone, it's an hour drive and we have things to do but ok we will collect it. I told her "C can pick it up, it's fine it won't be an issue. Thanks" First she asks who C is, I explained they were my partner for over a year and I was hopeful that they would meet before we left. "Oh yeah, that guy. I don't want him in my house". She didn't even know who he was and he is already black listed from her house. My sister is insistent she doesn't want strangers in her house (but my abusive ex is absolutely fine to swing by and say hi) so my partner isn't to come and it would HAVE to be me. She told me I was ungrateful for what she did to help me and I didn't even respond. I'm so tired of it. I just blocked her. Straight up.
I'm not planning on contacting them when I return. I'm tired of trying to prove that my life and my experiences matter and can be exciting or interesting too. But they'd rather not talk to me at all than not talk about themselves and it's a bit of a blessing.
If you've made it this far I wish I could hug you, I feel so much better setting boundaries and venting to the void.
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2020.09.20 00:53 Eight_Legged_Pest Vows - Part 10

With the patio door open to let a breeze roll through the house, Desidia metaphorically rolled up her sleeves and started an intense cleaning of the house. They had a tall hedge that blocked any potential onlookers from the view of the back garden so she felt free to use her significant magical powers to make easy work, lifting heavy furniture to the ceiling so she could mop underneath it, sort through ten years’ worth of clutter and collectibles for the most important.
She mused that she’d got almost too comfortable since marrying Art. Before meeting him she’d lived with a sparse few belongings, ready to pack up and move at a moment’s notice when someone inevitably found out that she wasn’t human. It wasn’t like anyone would actually do anything that could be prosecuted but there were the… glances. The whispers. The hesitation when help had been freely offered before. The ‘well I would but…’
Desidia sat back from the suitcase and sighed as she rubbed her hand over her forehead, then jumped when she caught movement in the corner of her eye. Art paused, mug of tea in his outstretched hand and Desidia laughed as she took it.
“Sorry, my love. I’m not used to you moving so quietly yet.” She said. “How do you feel?”
“Better.” Art replied, sitting on the armchair as he looked at what she’d been doing.
“Is this the memories suitcase?” he wondered.
“Yes, I thought we needed to take the photos with us if nothing else. We can always get more gadgets and books and, well… all the rest. But for Evan and Summer, we need their childhood memories.”
“They seem like they’re taking it seriously enough now. They’re going through their rooms. What is it, one big suitcase and a little one for all of us?”
“Yeah, I’m thinking we can cram it into the Picasso.”
“Right.” Art agreed, sipping his tea. “That’s why we bought it, isn’t it?”
Desidia huffed as she tapped a rhythm out on her mug.
“Right. That off-chance we hoped wouldn’t happen.”
“Well, we didn’t bank on my becoming a vampire, did we? Well, aside from your mum.”
“Mum’s always prepared for everything. I used to think she was paranoid when I was younger but…” Desidia sighed as she ran her hand over her hair, disturbing her messy ponytail even more.
“You’ve learned it’s for good reason.”
“Yeah. Ah well, it’ll be good for Evan and Summer. It was only going to get more difficult for them to hide as they got older anyway. And they’ll make more friends like them so…” Desidia trailed off.
She laughed bitterly.
“Oh, what am I saying. We knew this was coming a long way off. Tensions between humans and non-humans. It’s only got worse after the law recognised vampires as people. Mum was right, this is a pogrom.”
Art winced at the word. “Harsh, but true. Well, I can start on upstairs if you like? Or… ah, you’ve emptied out the cupboard. Anything useful in there?”
“Just a couple of bits I’ve put by the back door.” Desidia replied. “We can get round to them when we’ve got the rest ready.”
She glanced across at the tool box and Art’s gaze followed her. A faint grimace appeared on his face when he realised it was all things that should go back to his father’s farm.
“Yeah, let’s leave them for last.” He agreed. “I’ll go check on Evan and Summer and then make a start on our room.”
“Don’t worry about the clothes” Desidia called. “We can always get more later. Just get the important things first. And the um… box.”
“Oh! Yes, the box. Can’t forget that.”
Art groaned as he shepherded the two children downstairs. Although they’d both been near-comatose from their pigging out earlier, they were ravenous again and Desidia had insisted on cooking.
He smiled wryly at the three suitcases they’d already packed. Evan and Summer weren’t done with theirs yet, and Summer had taken some calming down after Evan had teased her for still needing her Mr Squashy, the teddy bear that was bigger than she was. Reinforced with magic, they’d been vital for the children when their claws had started growing in, before they learned control.
“I found the spare bear in the loft, you know. Left it on the bed for now” Art said, as he checked on what Desidia was cooking.
She swatted him away from the oven – two casserole dishes, one much smaller than the other and red on the outside.
“Another of your mum’s recipes?”
“Yup! I know you’re probably not that hungry, but it’s still important…”
Art cast a dubious eye at her and Desidia shrugged.
“I was talking to mum and she said that the early stages are vital. We need to make sure your body keeps being used to having solids, plus the uh… the more sustenance you get, the better you’ll adjust.”
“So… if I don’t keep eating ‘normal’ meals right now, I’ll not be able to eat solids later?” Art asked, frowning.
“You sound unsure but that’s what she says! And you know she works with the Court so it’s all very valid information.”
“I’ll yield to your mum’s knowledge then.” Art replied, kissing Desidia on the cheek.
She beamed and leant to kiss him back, producing disgusted groans from the two children. Art looked at Desidia and they laughed together, shortly interrupted by another knock at the door. The curtains had been drawn, so they’d not been able to see who it was coming up the path.
“That’s odd.” Art said, glancing at the clock. “Maybe it’s one of the neighbours.”
He peered through the peephole and inhaled sharply. Desidia peered through the living room and into the hallway as Art pointed accusingly at the door, his jaw set as his true eyes glimmered through the Disguise. She nodded and glanced at the oven – the lasagne would be fine for a while – as she took off her oven gloves.
Art walked quickly into the living room and sat down at the settee, his hands clenched tightly. Summer glanced nervously at him as she watched his Disguise fail and an expression she wasn’t used to seeing on her dad’s face. He was furious and it was taking every ounce of self-control to not lash out. If he did, his Disguise would fail
Summer was the more impulsive of the two but something in her head clicked and as Desidia opened the door, the young girl swung past the bottom of the stairs and ran upstairs.
As Desidia politely greeted the men at the door, her gaze drifted down to the uniform and the badges… and the leaflets. The offending people were people from one of Art’s teams and it was clear why he’d not wanted to deal with them.
“Oh… hello Diana. We um.. we didn’t know you live round here. We’re doing some awareness raising tonight. Is Art in?”
“He’s busy.” Desidia replied, letting the steely edge creep into her voice. “The Human Alliance, hmm?”
Summer came down the stairs with the bear that Art had found in the loft. She’d fought to get it out of the plastic wrapping but it was just as big as she was, its fur a soft grey colour and as she wrestled it down the steps Tommy chuckled.
Desidia half turned, expecting to have to shout at Summer again but the little girl was on a mission as she hauled the bear through the hallway and into the living room.
“It’s never dull when you’ve young children, is it?” Tommy smiled.
“No, it would be quieter if they’d been at camp but it had to close yesterday. Something to do with riots and threats of mobs coming up to the camp to ‘check that it was clean’.” Desidia replied, icily.
“Ah, well.. you always have the extremists… I mean, of course I’m sure you understand these are dangerous times we’re in. The law’s even protecting dangerous creatures like vampires now, and really, we’re not a hate group, we’re an organisation of concerned citizens who just feel that we need more regulation around creatures like demons, vampires and Fey folk.”
Tommy paused for a moment and took Desidia’s angry silence as permission to continue.
“Who really knows what they might be capable of? Those old stories of them stealing children away haven’t come from nothing, and well… I’m sure you know yourself considering how Art has come from a fine vampire-hunting line. Picking and choosing on ‘true vampires’ and ‘revenants’ but who knows they might go after the next time they get hungry?”
He trailed off as he realised he wasn’t getting anywhere.
“Are you sure Art’s not in?”
“I said. He. Was. Busy.” Desidia replied. “He’s certainly not going to waste his time on a hate group like yours, though we’ll happily supply our CCTV footage to HR to report that you’re trying to recruit to this said hate group while in your work uniform. I’m sure they’ll be more than glad to tell you just how many policies you’ve broken. And laws, while we’re at it.”
She slammed the door in their faces and sighed as she walked into the living room. Evan peered cautiously through a gap in the curtains, cackling maliciously as the three men fled down the path, trying in vain to cover their faces.
Art peered up at Desidia from behind the bear he was clutching, talons sunk deep into the plush material. She was a little unsurprised that he had actually bitten the bear: redirecting uncontrollable urges was a first step in understanding them.
“I thought because Mr Squashy works on me when I’m mad maybe Mr Squish would work on dad, and dad was really mad at those men. What did they do?”
“They… don’t like anyone who isn’t human, sweetie. And they’re trying to get people to join them.”
“But… we’re not human.” Summer said.
“No, and they don’t know that.” Desidia replied softly.
She crouched down so that she was on Summer’s eye level. The little girl fidgeted anxiously.
“Sweetie, you know when mum came to pick you up from camp? Do you know why camp closed?”
“Cause people got hurt.”
“And do you know why they were hurt?” Desidia asked.
“Cause they were doing a march for people who aren’t human. And saying that we should be all treated the same.”
“Uh-huh, and did you know those men at the door just now?”
“They work with dad.” Summer answered. “Cause we seen them at the barbecues.”
Desidia nodded, linking her fingers together as she shifted into an easier position.
“That’s right. And what did they say about vampires?” she prompted.
“That they’re the same as revenants.”
“Mm-hmm. Do you think they’d be nice to dad if they knew he was a vampire now?”
“No.”
“What do you think they might do?”
Summer fidgeted with her top.
“I think they’d hurt dad.”
“I think they would as well, sweetie. And that’s why I got cross with you earlier. Dad didn’t go poof and his Disguise stayed up so it was all right this time, but what if he’d been talking to them and he went poof?”
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2020.09.19 22:14 LordHuntington1337 Dumb B Was mad at me for taking credit for my work, talked shit about me behind my back and acted the most arrogant after being confronted

So, a friend of mine recently reminded me of this story and I thought I could share it here.
Sorry for grammaspelling mistakes, english isn't my first language, friendly corrections are always welcome and also sorry for the formatting, I'm on mobile
Chapter one, Backstory:
Once upon a time there was an incredibly handsome guy who shared my name, parents and friends. He worked in a sort of student council that organises some events for students like a small welcoming "rally" for fifth graders to get to know the school a little (in germany after 4th grade you go to a new school).
Chapter two,The Problem:
Two girls who ,at the time, I considered friends and I who also worked in the organisation team took it upon themselves to organise this welcoming rally and asked me if I could talk to the janitor because he seems scary to them but he likes me and I am sort friends with his wife who watches out for kids who don't go home after school but rather stay and play some pool or something(yes, we have a pool table). So anyways, I was tasked with talking to the janitor. I do that and as I report what he told me, they tell me that neither of them can attend the actual rally because one of them got tangled up in a sports club marker or something, which was known, whilst the other (the one I am still mad with, after a year now) just forgot she bought tickets for a concert that day. So they ask me to stay that day and look after the rally. And so I do. Turns out, everything was a mess. Noone knew what they had to do, a bunch of people who said they'd come didn't show up and basically if I hadn't been there to redo 97% of the planning on the spot it would have all fallen apart. Up to this point only one of the girls has thanked me for doing this. She thanked me a lot. You may guess who it was. So, the rally is over, I helped cleaning up and with my brain turned into mush, I wrote a thank you text to praise 3 people who were an incredible help that evening and I say "and much respect to my CO-PLANNERS, Nice Girl and B*tch(B)" (I used their names in the text, don't worry). The next day I get a text from B, telling me they were offended by me calling them Co-planners instead of just the planners. So, we talk it out in person 2 days later. I give in, although I didn't do anything wrong but it didn't seem worth while and I think everything is fine. Untill the next day her classmate comes up to me, telling me that quote "She really seems to hate me" and she called me names I wouldn't want to cite here, all that behind my back. I hate it when someone talks smack behind my back. If you have a problem, you come to me or keep it to yourself, no problem for me either way,but talking shit about me to others is a no-go and something that usually makes me dislike people already. But because I still considered her a friend up to that point I tried to give her one last chance and confront her. I told her what her classmate told me and accidentally mixed him up with another guy from her class with the same first name(we call them by their last names) and she doesn't just simply not reply, no. That arrogant B had the audacity to correct me that the guy in my message was ill that day and then didn't respond anymore. So I did the only thing I could do and cut her out of my life. Not talking to her, not listening to her, not respecting her and barely tolerating her existence as long as she doesn't at least show interest in finding out what she did wrong. She tried talking to me a couple times like nothing happened but you can imagine how that turned out.
Chapter 3, Final Words:
So, all this stuff as I said was nearly a year ago and we still don't talk. I don't know why but it still bothers me a little. Usually I try to be forgiving and don't hold grudges, but there is nothing more I hate in this world than talking shit about me behind my back. Tell it to my face or keep it to yourself. Either show balls or don't. Stuff like that makes me incredibly mad, especially when a friend who I used to trust does it and if someone tells me to make the first step to make peace, I already made multiple steps and got betrayed and if a person can't at least admit that they fucked up bad after something like this, I neither want nor need them in my life.
Edit: Put the chapters in bold
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2020.09.19 20:47 qd24u I'm Sorry

El, this is not the apology you deserve but I hope it is the start of the path of forgiveness. I have been wanting to write this for a long time and considering my current situation I need to let this out.
It’s been more than a few years so in case you don’t remember I’ll catch you up. I remember every day of the three weeks I spent getting to know you. I saw you for the first time on a Tuesday afternoon, the fourth week of camp for me but only your first. You were headed to lunch with some of your friends while I was headed back to my cabin with a couple buddies. You were wearing your round glasses but they had slightly fallen down your nose, not enough for you to notice but it was the cutest thing I had ever seen. You looked like a fawn. We briefly made eye contact and I was enthralled with your gaze. Even though you weren’t very close I could see the hints of gold in your amber coloured eyes. You stood out.
I first really started to get to know you at the dance. All the boys were allowed to go into the girls cabin area and of course they came flocking. I learned more about you from Tim, one of your friends, so I decided to go with him to maximise my chances of meeting you. It worked, my devious plan paid off and we shared the candies I had. We spent the rest of the dance talking and getting to know each other. It was blissful. The next couple days were about the same, we would talk in the library during our breaks in the day but Friday evening was special, I showed you my favorite bench at camp. It overlooked the lake and was right up next to the water, surrounded by olive trees so no-one could see us. We shared our first of many kisses there.
I do not apologise for any of that, I hope those memories are as special to you as they are to me, I instead hope you can forgive what came after. We spent many hours in closets together, you on my lap facing me, being together. We gradually took it farther and farther and you let me do everything I wanted. I heard about the way you had been abused when you were younger and I took advantage of it, making myself your rock so you would let me do other things to you. I made you feel special and loved so you would open up to me more so I could fuck you senseless. You let me gag you and tie you up, saying that it was so other people couldn't hear but it was all just for my pleasure. I liked hearing you whine about the bedsheets around your wrists being too tight, how a singular tear would slip down your cheek if I pulled your hair even a bit too hard. You let me do it all because I listened to you.
I ghosted you after camp ended. I had no attachments, I didn't care. I had my fun and left you on the floor covered in sweat. I kept up connections with a few people and it was great. I constantly had to dodge questions about us but it was worth it. I started realising my mistake when one of my friends asked me about my summer when I returned to school that year. I told him it was amazing, how I met a girl and we did many things together. Of course he asked me if we did anything interesting. I was just about to tell him about tying you up but before I could open my mouth I swear I could see you out of the corner of my eye, crying with eyeliner running all down your cheeks. I froze up, not able to speak or move. I wanted to see if it was actually you but didn't dare move my head. What ended up snapping me out of it was my friend asking me why I was staring him like "I'd seen a ghost." Of course he said that. I told him it was nothing. When I looked over at where you were, all that was there was a songwriting contest sheet, picture perfect to the one you drew in the library.
I haven't talked to anyone else from camp since. I've been too scared and confused. Over the years you've popped up a few more times but only for a moment. And always right when I'm about to forget about you. I've been to multiple therapists, all of them say I have some type of schizophrenia. First it was Paranoid Schizophrenia, then Residual, then the most recent one said I have Undifferentiated Schizophrenia. Nothing they gave helped. I've taken countless bottles of pills and nothing has worked. Nothing stops the dread of seeing you.
The most recent time has been the most vivid and you showed me how I must repent for what I did to you. I was out jogging at around 8 at night, sun had just gone down 30 or so minutes ago so the air was cool and fresh. It was the one thing the doctors told me to do that makes me feel better. I always like going out at this time though, looking into peoples houses and seeing what they are doing, maybe watching tv together or playing with their kids. I get to this one house, small and modern but still maintaining a homely feel to it. I don't know the people who live there but they always have their curtains closed by the time I get to their house. Today was different. Their living room curtain was open and the window pushed up. I heard music coming out of their house, some kind of indie band, not my favourite but not offensive. As I got closer the music got clearer and more familiar. I knew I'd heard it somewhere but I couldn't place it. "We're in a room full of complicated people. A room full of lovers and lies." I wrote those lyrics. We wrote them. I was already out of breath from running but my chest started to burn. My eyes teared up listening to it. It sounded exactly how we played it back in the music room
I shouldn't have kept running but I couldn't stop. My legs were moving, they knew you wanted to tell me something. Thank god I only got a glimpse into the house. The walls were stark white, almost blinding but it looked like a little child had drawn on them with blood. You were in there, staring at me. It was the first time I had seen you move. You tilted your head and brought up your hand, grasping something above your neck.
I ran so quickly away from that house, stumbling over every crack in the sidewalk. I normally control my breath pretty well when running but when I got home I sounded like I had just sprinted a marathon. I locked every door, shut every window and curtain and locked myself in the bathroom. I don't know when I fell asleep but I woke up, lying on the floor of the shower, naked and soaking wet. I got up and dried myself off but I felt dirty, like something had violated me while I was asleep. I tried to shrug it off but couldn't. I went to the kitchen and found the stash of pills I'd been prescribed, most of them barely touched. I took one of each, Abilify, Clozaril, Latuda, Risperdal, all of it. I've switched medications so many times so I have most of them. I couldn't focus, couldn't get any work done, I felt someone watching me all day. I didn't sleep the next few nights, I didn't want to wake up that feeling I felt in the shower. Every day I took the medication but the feelings of dread didn't stop, but thankfully they didn't get worse. I was able to concentrate a bit better by the end of the week but I often found myself doodling on the papers on my desk. I'm not much of an artist so they looked like something a 6 year old would draw, but I couldn't stop.
Even though I wasn't sleeping I didn't feel tired so I was surprised when I found myself nodding off at lunch time. I tried to stop myself but sleep took me. When I woke up I was cradling myself on the floor, perfect fetal position. I didn't feel defiled like the previous experience. I slowly got up and saw the absolute mess of my desk. I was about to organise it all when I saw the picture it made. All the doodles I had made over the week were arranged all over my desk. I saw some scribbles under some other sheets of paper in the center. As I removed them I saw feet dangling, then a torso and hands, shoulders. I didn't want to take off the last paper but I knew I had to. A head hanging from a rope.
My head hanging.
From the ceiling of the house I saw on that run. I found myself on the floor again, papers surrounded me and my head hurt like hell. I hurried out of that room and crawled into my bed, covering myself like a little child scared of the monsters under their bed. The only difference is that I'm not a little kid anymore and my monster is real and not confined to my room. My memories of that summer played on repeat while I lay there, curled up under the covers. I was there for hours, the moon was high when I finally brought myself to stick my head out. I went to the bathroom and noticed how hungry I was. I never ate breakfast and never got the chance to eat lunch. Cereal is always tastes best when you're having a mental breakdown.
I can't live with this anymore and I've made up my mind. I guess it's symbolic, dying by the same thing I used to hurt you with. El if you're reading this, I'm sorry for what I did to you, I can never forgive myself and I hope I didn't hurt you too badly. I don't love you but I don't want to hurt you anymore. See you later alligator.
-Q
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2020.09.19 13:26 Marth58 Saturday plans with girlfriend ruined.

For context, I am in the military. I am in New York and originally from Texas. This is my first duty station and I met her online. She happened to live about three hours away. Talked for months and eventually started to date which lead to the scary IRL meet-up. Her mother also suffers from anxiety and depression.
So, ever since August, I have been dating this girl. I am 19(m) and she is 18(f). I have a busy schedule weekly but somehow still manage to talk to her everyday. Usually, my free time goes to her. I want to get to know her better so the relationship can be nurtured well. The only issue is how far she lives from here. I am currently in getting my license in the coming month and so is she. She needs a legal guardian to drive to see me every time. We’ve already meet with each other on a few different occasions.
Earlier this week, we planned to meet each other again on Saturday. We organised where we’d meet up, what would be estimated time of arrival, and where we could possibly have fun (There isn’t much to do in this area). All we had to was just ways for the days to fly and for Saturday to come into our life.
This is where the fun stuff happens. About an hour and a half ago, I get a text from her. This isn’t unusual, yet what she texted me was. She told me that she wouldn’t be able to make it. I was shocked and a little upset. Everything was planned with her parents and the green light was given. Her mother said, “You can’t go. You never planned this with me.” We, of course, did. Earlier in the week! She goes on and says, “If you leave me by myself, I’m going to kill myself. You guys don’t love or care about me.” My girlfriend gets anxious about what her mother just told her. She stars crying and is scared about what her mother might do. She later informed me that she wouldn’t be able to meet me today due to her mother. She said she was sorry.
I am extremely sad and upset about this whole situation. This Army life really is crazy. She is the most positive I have in my life when it comes to my down time. I play games as well but I enjoy my time mostly with her.
TL;DR: Long distance GF and I planned to meet up for a week-long planned date on Saturday. Mother has some sort of panic attack morning of date. Date is unable to happen in fear of her mother trying something crazy on herself. Morale = Low
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2020.09.19 13:07 brawllhalla A letter to my ex fiance's 2/7... What I can no longer send

This is perhaps art. Healing in alot of ways is art in my opinion. Slam poetry or honest healing? Either way this is 18+ so hold tight. No tldr. It's more serious than skim reading to me (sorry)
To my beautiful ladies. The ladies that fell in love with me instantly and spent 2000 dollars on me within a month and proposed to me within two months. To the ladies that watched Hypomania turn into manic delerium and then manic psychosis. To the ladies that visited me every day at the psych ward even though ya'll barely knew me and traveled 1.5 hours by train just to sooth me to sleep. Even in those times you knew me. You knew my potential. You wanted my hand because my brain was special just as your's is. We had passion. We had love and we had care.
It tears me apart to know we aren't together. That you did what you did to push me away. I understand it. When one loves another and cannot handle the mental illness certain things must be done to push them away. It may have been easy due to 5/7 being able to take centre stage. I can only assume that there was an internal civil war between you all. I'm sorry and here's why.
I'm sorry that the night I had my psychotic break I literally screamed at you for hours until the sun came up. The neighbours nearly called the cops. I scared you and my street. You and they did not deserve that. I'm sorry that my impulsive pornography addiction received more sexual attention than you when I fell into depression. I'm sorry I lost my hyper sexuality. You 7 needed me everyday as I promised and I lost my mojo as everyone here can agree that happens.
I'm sorry I turned to drugs to prove my youth even though they make me psychotic. I'm sorry that I manipulated my treatment team into thinking we weren't smoking weed every week.
I'm sorry I believed my ex best mate turned stalker that I had brain damage. That I should delve into even more fucked up porn. That is should view the world as a pseudo racist because I trusted him.
I'm sorry he talked to you behind my back and fed you lies. I'm sorry his charm included flirting like leg touching. I'm sorry his spoon feeding of drugs and lies turned me sour. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to remove him from my life. I'm sorry I couldn't convince you of how toxic he is.
I'm sorry I fell for his gaslighting. I'm sorry I didn't go back to uni when you asked and payed for it. I'm sorry I didn't beat the shit out of that dick weed Trust fund kid when he sexually abused you 2 weeks into our relationship. I'm sorry he preyed on your vulnerability when we broke up. I'm sorry my ex best mates not only manipulated you like they did me but abused you sexually. I'm sorry I couldn't man up. I'm sorry I hurt you
I'm sorry you saw my absolute best at the start and saw my worst after the ward. I don't deserve your perfection.
I've proven the gas lighting to not only the cops but also multiple psychiatrists. I've proven that I'm being stalked by the same people and I can press charges. I choose not to retaliate because they manipulated you into thinking I was a stalker, a rapist and a pedo. That was their gaslight but no matter how I tell you it's a catch 22. Tell you what happened and you think I'm crazy. Tell you nothing and they not only get you but turn you into the new me.
A toy. Something to feed lies and drugs to. You and I aren't normal we are special. However we are naive. I was naive about them but I was most importantly naive to what I had. You. they win and I lose. If you trust them. If you lie for them like you did you lose. We lost. I lost you and you got them. I'm hours away and can't protect you anymore. I may have been shit but I'm better now. I'm away from them like I was when I met you. I'm off drugs. I'm studying and scoring well. I'm the man you wanted but lost after the ward.
I wish I never did what I did. I wish I didn't trust my ex best mates. I wish they never stalked me. I wish they never organised the Lynch mob to get me. I wish I was left alone.
Good bye my beautiful ladies. I will always love you. I found some new girls. I'm kind. Careful and caring. I treat them how I should have treated you. They do drugs and party but I just show up and enjoy myself. I'm most importantly sorry I didn't do that for you. You taught me I need a harem. I miss our harem. I'll never see you guys again. I need love from multiple perspectives. I got that but I lost you.
Have a magnificent life and find the man/woman you deserve. You guys are genius, you are theatrical, you are a boss ass bitch, you are neutral and you are a tomboy. I wish I met the rest. I wish I dated all of you. We did things as a whole but I wanted more but didn't achieve what I wanted. 7/7. I hope someone gets that. You all deserve to give your whole.
That is all.
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2020.09.19 04:13 doeshelpexist my(24F) boyfriend(25M) doesnt plan anything despite me asking

I (24F) love my boyfriend(25M) - he has dealt with a whole lot of my crazy over the years - im usually stressed, anxious and self conscious.
We spent the first 3 years of our relationship long distance and so we didnt get to spend a lot of time together in person. This year I moved back home (where he lives) and i thought we would spend more time together. You know building on our relationship, finding mutual interests that we could spend time together doing.
He's an amazing person, very healthy, always happy and gets along amazingly with my family. He mostly enjoys spending time with his friends (who i do like hanging out with too), playing one sport and spending time at his place (gaming or watching tv). Fair enough i get it.
A few months ago i asked him if he could please plan a date with an activity for us - it could be anything (putt putt, bowling, the movies) i just didnt want to stay home and wanted to see him put some effort in. He agreed! I was so ecstatic. And i didnt hear anything about it so after a while i reminded him then again and again. Then last week i asked again if he could sort out the date for monday night. He said sure. Monday afternoon comes along and he asks if id want to hang out with his friend from work and his girlfriend (ive spent time with them before and actually am friends with the girl now). I said sure - thinking that he must be planning the date for us another night. At the end of the night he made a comment about how he did plan something and i was confused and said you didnt mean that, thats not really a date for us is it. He maintains it was. It was a dinner at a sushi joint that was organised 1hr before the actual dinner - lasted max an hour because the girlfriend had plans for later in the night. It doesnt really seem like a thoughtful date. But fine - okay. I ask him if he can plan for us alone to do something Saturday night. Cant watching the game with friends. Okay sure how about sunday. I dont want to do anything other than stay home the day before work.
I get it must be frustrating for him to have me frequently remind him and honestly nag about our relationship. But he is also the one who tells me if i have a problem, i can't bury it and i need to talk to him about it. So thats what ive been doing. It just feels like im constantly asking but not being heard. Comparatively ive planned holidays away for us - most recently next weekend centred around his favourite sport (he gets to play all three days) and its in a nice hotel. Ive thrown him a surprise birthday party. I dont think im asking for too much but with how much i have to remind him and how much we argue about it - im not sure.
I really want us to work because i love him so much. I just dont know how to ask for what i want in a way that he will actually follow through with. Im also sort of starting to think maybe im being an asshole and asking for too much in the relationship and that i should be happy with a man who loves me. Maybe i should stop talking about it and just accept that this is how it has to be? I just dont really feel all that happy and really really am trying to work on it. My parents dont really have a relationship so i dont know what a happy relationship should be. And so i wonder maybe this it and this is as good as its supposed to be?
Im really looking for some advice on how to constructively improve the situation do we can both be happy. Would appreciate all advice!
tl;dr my(24F) boyfriend(25M) doesnt plan anything despite me asking
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2020.09.19 03:21 88XFFalcon My time in bullshit job land

I'm reading David Graeber's book at the moment and it's making me want to rant about my time working for a company that was bloated with bullshit jobs...and I've found this platform, so here's my rant. I'm keeping it vague/annonnymous deliberately.
I (23f at the time) started in Company, a big industrial with multiple sites across my state in Australia, in a legitimate job as a replacement for someone who quit. My initial job here was a normal non-bs job except:
We only had a boss 1/2 of the time because she was supposed to be on a week on/week off roster with someone else, except for the position wasn't filled until about a month and a half after I started. Our department was part of a bigger department with a central manager, who answered to, I don't know, maybe 5 other managers before getting to the General Manager, and then there was The Board and the CEO. I saw the central manager about once a month.
During this time, there were about 5 others in my department and because I was the new girl and even though I was the only one except for the boss with qualifications (I had a degree, and out of the others there were 2 year 12 students doing holiday work and 3 people who had no formal qualifications afaik except for excavator driver tickets etc)...I wasn't allowed to do anything. The reason was because I wasn't allowed to drive any vehicles so I couldn't get to the other sites which was where my work was. When the others drove me to where I had to be, they would not let me do any field work or any paperwork. I tried but they'd tell me to go away or take my paperwork off me. So I read novels instead. I think I went through a novel a week. This happened for about 2 months, then I was finally allowed to do my job.
My boss at this time, the original one that was there 1/2 of the time, spent a large chunk of her day each day doing up a chart to say how much of the project we'd completed each day. If we didn't have to do this stupid chart we would've got the project completed way earlier.
When we all got sacked because our project had finished, I went to another department. I soon worked out that the reason I hadn't been sacked with the rest of my crew was that Company was keeping me so I could learn this guy Joe's (not his real name but whatever) job because Joe wanted to go on leave. 3 others had tried to learn Joe's job but although Joe wanted to go on leave he didn't want anyone to learn his job so he made it difficult for anyone to try. I went through 6 months of torture (daily verbal and once physical harassment, daily sexist comments, he'd yell at me, throw things around, etc) to learn Joe's job and was told by my new boss that I wasn't allowed to report any of it.
Then Joe came back from holidays so I wasn't needed, but they kept me there with a fake job title (I even picked it) doing the stupidest jobs so I could take Joe's job when he retired. Of course, i only figured out I was being held as a Joe replacement until he retired, and I thought I must be super special for them to create a job for me! WRONG. My department at this time was sort of the research and development department. It consisted of me, Joe, another guy with similar qualifications to me, and a supervisor. Our department also included a similar team at another site with both teams having the same overarching boss (who would at some stage become the boss of my site and then one of the main company bosses)
For 2 years this is what I did, keep in mind I'm essentially a scientific technician:
*do endless research for projects that would almost always get cut. I think 2 projects went ahead that I know of, and one of them I wasn't allowed to be involved because "its not your department" *some projects I had to wait for Joe to leave so I could use his workshop. There were no other workshops with the gear I needed except Joe's, and Joe wouldn't let me in it so I had to wait until he was sick so I could borrow someone's master key and break in. *take Joe's handwritten spreadsheets and enter them into a database because he refused to *go to a daily skype meeting where site A would say what they were doing, site B would say what they were doing, we'd say what we were doing, department A would say what they were doing, and then we'd joke around and chat unless there was a manager there, then they'd close the meeting before we could chat. This meeting was mostly useless, if we had problems from site to site we'd just call up anyway. And I don't know why I had to be there. *Write a report every time a customer got a shipment of our supplies, saying what went well and what we could "improve on" except for I wasn't allowed to say anything negative *Go to a weekly meeting with my department to talk about what projects we were working on. You weren't allowed to say anything negative or disagree with the boss or he'd shut the meeting down. I wasn't allowed to question why I was doing a certain project *Each month I'd have to go watch someone in the plant do something in their job and tick a bit of paperwork saying Steve knows how to weld or whatever. These forms had a name and if they weren't completed then people's KPI's would go down. Except they weren't related to my KPIs and my boss would just give me his to do as well as mine. *My supervisor just stared at a screen all day with graphs of our different machines' operating statistics on it with time. If one of the machines started to deviate, like use more power than it should, he'd call up the plant and say "machine X is doing X" and they'd fix it. This was so stupid because the plant people had screens anyway, and there were alarms when deviations happened. My poor supervisor would often just sleep at his desk, go out for long cigarette breaks, or look up auto part shop websites for what specials would be on that weekend. I felt awful for him, he knew so much about the plant and the company and it was wasted. *My co worker would develop automation code for things that didn't really need automating. One project he had was that he made alarms for the machinery deviating, but then there were too many alarms so he had to find out which alarms were useful. A lot of the time he'd just text his stay at home wife or she'd send him video footage of what his young kids were doing at home. This guy was very smart too, I think he had a PhD. *During this time, I wrote a novel. No one could tell I wasn't working because I'd always have a word doc open and be typing. When I'd almost spill the beans on the fact I had no work (waiting on Joe's workshop, waiting on a new project etc), my supervisor would say "she's working on projects!" and cover for me. We all knew we weren't doing anything important. *We were literally just there so that the boss looked like he had tonnes of underlings and could then move into site manager. By the way, when he left, he never let any of us graduate to department manager, he simply said there was no need for a depot manager now.
So when Joe retired I took his job and worked there for 3 years. This is what I did: *Daily essential work took about 1.5 hours. Some essential tasks relating to certain batches took maybe 2 extra hours on this. The free time I had that wasn't taken up by the useless projects I spent writing novels, playing games on my phone, cleaning the workshop, learning Chinese and pulling apart equipment and putting it back together again.
*One department gave me this job I had to do which took up half a day per week. I'd do the work, write a report, and no one'd read it and it wouldn't even matter anyway. If I said the results showed there was a problem that needed fixing, people would say "that's always a problem though" and nothing would be done about it *I had to look after this machine which was in no way anything to do with me or my qualifications or my department. It took about an hour each week and I generated lots of useless info on it which I'd give to the actual department in charge of it *I had to go to this monthly big meeting which all the managers went to. I'd never contribute to it or gain anything from it, but the site boss said he needed "as many people there as possible" and all the random floor people and mechanics and electricians etc would go too. I stopped going to it after a few months and no one noticed I was gone. *If a new project had started, we'd have a "team synergy meeting" which always led to me being more confused than I was before the meeting. It was always just the boss drawing a map on a whiteboard about all the possibilities of a project. *We all had these productivity board to do list things. Each time we had a new task we'd have to make a new entry into the Prod board, and it took such a long time and effort to do *For some of the project meetings, middle managers from other sites would all come over and we'd have a big lunch for them. There was no reason for half of them to ever even be involved in half the projects, and we could've done it over Skype like everything else. *One poor guy was employed to do nothing. He'd gradually had his jobs taken off him and all he seemed to do was organise the lunches etc for when people came to visit the site for meetings or trainings. He was my friend and became more and more depressed as more of his jobs were taken off him. Him and me would always be the ones cleaning up after the idiots had picked over their salmon platters and half drank coffees and left (we'd sneak some of the salmon and caviar etc!) He was going to be the receptionist then they employed a specific receptionist so he resigned. *This quite intelligent scientist (sorry, I have to be vague) from another depot which I had to work with sometimes was way smarter than the others in her depot but she was basically the managers PA. He'd sit in meetings and ask her "write that down for me" and make her do his odd jobs. * This random guy was employed by the boss who had no qualifications at all (not a tradie, not anything). He used to work for this company which we got supplies off and knew the boss. He was this tall, handsome guy with an ironed uniform (most of us were scrappy looking due to the nature of the work) who would go along to meetings and just agree with the boss. Then he got given this fake sounding title, which was for a job which never existed the whole time I was there (and really would've only taken up like, 1 day a week?). He tried to take charge of my reports (the ones which said what went well and what needed improvement) but I still had to write them, just give him the power points so he could edit one or 2 things and put his own name in. I gave him a pdf and a blank powerpoint and he never asked again, but I still don't know what he did other than that 1 small job.
Work ramped up in the workshop and I got absolutely inundated. This contractor guy Jack (not real name) came in and helped, and I trained him up in my job. The company refused to employ him though, saying he was better off as a contractor. So I quit.
A year later I go back there because they need me to help with something I used to do but no one was doing. My old boss (now one of the top managers) told me about my replacement. I said "does he work in the workshop along Jack?" keep in mind Jack was doing my job fine. "No," my boss said, "that's beneath him." WHAT? well what does he do then??
Another thing, over the time I was working there, I had to be put on anti-depressants. I was suicidal at times. Once I tried to use an item in the workshop to end my life (no one knew about this). My life is slowly getting back to normal now I'm in a normal workplace and with a useful job.
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2020.09.18 17:55 Blackcat1206 Bonfire Night. (The Legend of Martin Janus.)

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it was two days before bonfire night and the weather forecast for the upcoming week promised a soggy miserable 5th of November (a total washout) and there were threats from the organisers that the public bonfire and fireworks display would be cancelled due to the bad weather, but like so much of the time, decisions made by the local council were made late and last minute.
Ever since the "Incident" back in the '80s, there was always a kind of unmentioned, sense of dread resonating from all the adults over forty leading up to the 5th of November every year which was totally lost on the children and young people in the area. Not that the kids weren't aware of the "Incident." Even the babies knew about the gruesome tragedy of the 5th November 1985 (usually via older siblings who, although not even born at that time, relished embellishing and exaggerating the details of the actual facts just to spook their younger brothers and sisters.
"It's all made up anyway! Nathan and Lukas only said it to freak us out; you know what they're like!"
Jaime looked unconvinced at her cousin as she jammed more straw in the leg of the Guy.
"I know most of it is made up, I'm not completely stupid ya know?!" She grinned broadly before continuing. "Daniella ain't like that though and remember what she said about it?!"
Jolan laughed; then considered what his little cousin had just said. Jaime was right; although Jaime's older sister teased them, she wasn't as bad as his two older brothers; who were merciless in their torment of any younger relatives.
"Some of it doesn't even sound real though!" Jolan continued laughing. ”I mean who heard of a Guy coming to life and hacking people up to get revenge for a kid's death?! It sounds like a really bad horror film!"
"You've got it míxed up, as usual. It was the kid's ghost that possessed a Guy cos he accidentally burnt to death!" Jaime explained, exasperated wíth her cousin. ”There was a boy though; and he did get trapped in the bonfire; and he did burn to death when it was lit. Nobody could hear his screams through all the commotion going on!"
Jaime paused, looking at her cousin and laughing at his face (he had turned a sickly shade of green)
"Alright, alright! Shut up Jai! That's really rank!
"Okay! It is true though. My dad was in the same class as the boy!" Jaime said triumphantly.
That day after; after school Jolan went to his Aunt's and Uncle's for dinner and to put the finishing touches on the Guy in preparation for the fireworks display the next day. Sitting at the dinner table drinking tea after finishing a plate of eggs and chips, Jolan finished the mouthful of bread and butter and said.
"What was the name of the boy who was burnt on the bonfire in the 80s Uncle Frankie?!"
Frankie swallowed his tea and put the mug down on the table, and replied in his usual soft, low and deep voice. "It ain't fit talk for the dinner table Jol! What happened to him knocked this community for six, everyone around here knew his family really well, it destroyed his poor parents!"
Frankíe poured another cup of tea for himself and Terri (Jolan's Auntie) came to the table and sat down beside him.
" Martin Janus! Martin, that was his name!" She said looking slightly nervous at just the sound of the name.
"He was a bit of a loner, weren't he?!" Jolan said flippantly.
" Nah no not at all! On the contrary, he was ya dads, Patrick's, Owen's and my best mate!" Frankie said waving his hand dismissing Jolan's crass comment,
"We all used to knock around together! Me Jojo and your Mum Connie!" Terri continued her husband's sentence enthusiastically. Her eyes growing wide and bright, sparkling at the memory of her youth instantly making her look twenty years younger.
"Were you there when it happened?!... The night he died?!" Jolan asked cautiously, this time choosing his words and tone more carefully.
Terri looked at her nephew for a few drawn-out minutes before speaking again.
" We were late. Too late! Me, Jojo and Marnie were always late! We were getting ready for the bonfire and after Marnie had to pick her little brother up; her mum couldn't take him because the baby was sick." Terri looked across at her husband and said. "She really moaned about it didn't she Frank?!"
"Yeah, yes she was narked about ít! Owen and ya dad Patrick were at football practice. Me and Connie had to go shopping after school for your Gran, we were all going to meet at the Airpark at six that evening. Martin must have got there earlier to put the Guy in position: He was a right nerd sometimes!... Hahaha." Frankie's words trailed off then gave a sad, forced little laugh as he remembered their friend. "He was wearing my tracky jacket that night too! He borrowed it at school cos the temperature had dropped and he didn't want to wear his blazer out of school. It was my favourite too, the maroon one!"
Frankie coughed and looked away from the table clearly finding it hard to keep his composure.
Terri reached over and took Frankie's hand squeezing it gently. She took a deep breath and continued for him. "The police said he must have trípped and fell soon after he placed the Guy at the centre top of the bonfire. He knocked himself out cold. The bonfire was too high and treacherous for anyone to climb it alone; all those heavy bits of wood and kindling sticking out here, there and everywhere. He should have waited for us to get there! He should have stuck to the plan!"
Jolan looked at his Aunt and Uncle with the empathy of a thirty-year-old and there was a sombre yet comfortable silence.
"They found the... the remains three days later, but before that, there was a police search for him; we all looked for him too, ít was the worst week of our lives!" Terri said breaking the silence and getting up quickly to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
The morning of the 5th of November was cold and damp; the bonfire and firework display was on a knife-edge of being cancelled, but by the time Jolan met his older brother Lukas and their cousin Jaime outside their secondary school at three forty-five the day had dried out (if not warmed up) and as they started walking home to Jolan's and Lukas's house there was a buzz of excitement in the air
"We're home Mum! Dad!" Jolan called out from the hall. Lukas ran upstairs without saying a word.
"I'm in the kitchen!" His mum called back. Jaime went to the kitchen and embraced her Aunt warmly; Connie hugged her back saying " Hello you two! How was school?" She was surrounded by two pans of beans and chilli a tray of sausages and another of baked potatoes. On the side, there was a sticky toffee pudding and a tray of Cinder Toffee.
"It was Ok, I spose!" Jolan kissed his mum on the cheek
"Mmm! You've been busy!" Jaime said glancing around at all the food,
"Yes, I have; so hands off till later yeah?!" Connie slapped Jaime's hand playfully away from the Cinder Toffee. "You and Jol go get changed; we need to meet the others at five and you need to get the Guy from the shed too! "
"I swear it's moved Jol!" Jaime said looking perplexed and a little unnerved.
Jolan looked at his cousin and laughed joyfully. "Don't be stupid Jaime: It probably just fell on its side and me dad sat it back up again ín a different place no big deal!"
Jaime looked at him dubiously, then back at the Guy, and back at Jolan again. "Ok; let's get him to the car!"
When they arrived at the Airpark it was swarming with people. Families with excited rosy-cheeked children, young couples huddled together in romantic embraces and groups of kids shouting and running around boisterously. Jolan and Jaime lugged the Guy to the bonfire (which would be lit at exactly seven o'clock on the dot) and gave it to one of the organisers then went to find Nathan and Daniella.
They found the others with one of the group of rowdy kids that they all knew from school and they spent the next hour just walking around the small food and firework stalls where Jolan bought a packet of sparklers and Nathan tried to buy some real fireworks but wasn't old enough to the amusement of Jolan.
At ten to seven, the four cousins broke away from the rest of the group and made their way back to the designated meeting place where their parents told them to gather.
The firework display was the same as it always was every year; and Jolan told himself that this year was the last year that he was going to go with the rest of his family (Nathan was almost sixteen and he had his mates so he didn't mind hanging around with the family) but Jolan thought that at twelve the lure of the bright lights and the loud bangs, whirrs and whistles of the annual firework display were wearing thin.
"Jol!. Jol! Our Guy’s about to go on. Look, watch!" Jolan's train of thought was broken by Jaime’s excited squeals and he was snapped back into the present as he watched their pride and joy being placed at the top centre of the huge pyre and the three organisers who were about to light it.
Suddenly, there was a heavy strong wind that seemed to come from nowhere. It appeared to only be focused on the immediate vicinity of the bonfire, not really affecting the area beyond the bonfire.
"Where’s Ellie?! She was here a minute ago Ellie! A woman’s voice broke the expectant, uneasy silence and people began to move back and apart making little motions of movements rippling throughout the crowd of spectators
The attention of the crowd was now redirected away from the majestic bonfire to searching for a misplaced child. Glancing around at the adult's faces, Jolan couldn't help but notice and identify the look of sheer panic and anxiety,
Suddenly: Something caught his eye (just a flash of red amongst the darkness and gloom of the chilly night.) He looked in the direction that he saw the glimmer of colour and took a deep breath; while simultaneously grasping his cousin's shoulder to get her attention quickly.
" Erm Jaime! Jai, Jaime?!" It turned out he didn't need to do this as Jaime had seen it at exactly the same time. They looked at each other. "Come on quick!" Jolan whispered hoarsely, grabbing Jaime's hand; she looked at Jolan (slightly hesitantly) before shrugging and following him.
Jolan didn't want to be right about what he thought he had seen and the cold, damp hand of fear was already at the bottom of his spine slowly but surely making its way up his back resulting in even the simplest actions like putting one foot in front of the other an almost impossible task.
They ran to the back area of the Airpark where the organisers stored all the fireworks for the display and various other apparatus and materials; they ducked under the big notice with the words KEEP OUT. STAFF ONLY!" in big red letters, and got right to the back of the bonfire. The sounds of the crowd and the fireworks were deafening.
"This feels really dodgy Jol! I don't like it!
" Neither do...Jaime look!" They both looked in the same direction at the spirit of Martin Janus. He was standing there right in front of them bathed in an eerie silvery blue glow which illuminated him from head to toe. He didn't look like a ghost; he just looked like a boy around Nathan's age. He wore blue jeans and a maroon hoodie, his face and body weren't burnt or disfigured in any way, on the contrary, his features were fine and handsome with green eyes and a head of strawberry blonde hair, he did look incredibly sad.
He pointed. He pointed at the area just beside the edge of the bonfire (where the display area began) Jolan and Jaime looked at each other in bewilderment.
"There's nothing there Jol!?"
Jaime stepped forward gingerly and cocked her ear to the cold night air.
"What is it Jai?! what can you hear?!" Jaime put her finger to her mouth "Shh" she gestured to him to come nearer.
"I think I heard something over there!" She said, pointing in the same direction that the spirit of Martin Janus had. The two cousins ran over to the pile of lumber and firewood; it looked as though it had been disturbed recently like it had been scattered and strewn over the ground. They both stepped over the timber and listened carefully; they could hear a very faint crying, scuffling sound coming from further back amongst the stacked kindling.
Jolan and Jaime started to remove the wood away from the pile, every now and then Jolan looked over his shoulder to find their ghostly guide still gazing at their efforts sadly and with earnest concentration.
After another five minutes of rummaging through the wood; a small podgy baby hand appeared and the crying became clearer and loud, they continued removing the timber and soon a dirty little face became visible.
Jolan threw the wood to the ground while Jaime reached in and gently pulled, a cold and frightened five-year-old girl out of the piled up firewood. It was the missing girl, Ellie Eagan.
"What were you doing in there kid?!" Jolan asked the infant kindly. Jaime held the small girl in her arms as Jolan wrapped his jumper around her.
" I was looking for Sophie and I got stuck in the wood. I was crying for Mummy, but the nice boy said he would get someone to help me!" The small girl sobbed and wiped her nose on Jolan's jumper.
"What nice boy Ellie?!" Jaime asked softly, but they couldn't get much more out of Ellie so they gave up playing detectives and carried the missing girl back to be reunited with her mother
The hour which followed the reunion of Ellie Eagan and her family was a whirlwind of emotions, thanks and praises for the two young kids who found the small girl. Both Jolan and Jaime were slightly overwhelmed by the attention and by eight-thirty they just wanted to go home to chill out.
On the way home in the car; Jolan's dad Patrick turned to his son and niece and asked.
"How did you two know where to look for that baby?!"
"A friend showed us where to look!" They said ín unison.
"Well, I reckon you and your friend saved that baby's life!" Connie said proudly beaming broadly at both Jolan and Jaime. Both the cousins looked out of the window and waved at the figure of the boy in blue jeans and maroon hoodie. He waved back then slowly faded away.
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2020.09.18 17:53 Blackcat1206 Bonfire Night. (The Legend of Martin Janus.)

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it was two days before bonfire night and the weather forecast for the upcoming week promised a soggy miserable 5th of November (a total washout) and there were threats from the organisers that the public bonfire and fireworks display would be cancelled due to the bad weather, but like so much of the time, decisions made by the local council were made late and last minute.
Ever since the "Incident" back in the '80s, there was always a kind of unmentioned, sense of dread resonating from all the adults over forty leading up to the 5th of November every year which was totally lost on the children and young people in the area. Not that the kids weren't aware of the "Incident." Even the babies knew about the gruesome tragedy of the 5th November 1985 (usually via older siblings who, although not even born at that time, relished embellishing and exaggerating the details of the actual facts just to spook their younger brothers and sisters.
"It's all made up anyway! Nathan and Lukas only said it to freak us out; you know what they're like!"
Jaime looked unconvinced at her cousin as she jammed more straw in the leg of the Guy.
"I know most of it is made up, I'm not completely stupid ya know?!" She grinned broadly before continuing. "Daniella ain't like that though and remember what she said about it?!"
Jolan laughed; then considered what his little cousin had just said. Jaime was right; although Jaime's older sister teased them, she wasn't as bad as his two older brothers; who were merciless in their torment of any younger relatives.
"Some of it doesn't even sound real though!" Jolan continued laughing. ”I mean who heard of a Guy coming to life and hacking people up to get revenge for a kid's death?! It sounds like a really bad horror film!"
"You've got it míxed up, as usual. It was the kid's ghost that possessed a Guy cos he accidentally burnt to death!" Jaime explained, exasperated wíth her cousin. ”There was a boy though; and he did get trapped in the bonfire; and he did burn to death when it was lit. Nobody could hear his screams through all the commotion going on!"
Jaime paused, looking at her cousin and laughing at his face (he had turned a sickly shade of green)
"Alright, alright! Shut up Jai! That's really rank!
"Okay! It is true though. My dad was in the same class as the boy!" Jaime said triumphantly.
That day after; after school Jolan went to his Aunt's and Uncle's for dinner and to put the finishing touches on the Guy in preparation for the fireworks display the next day. Sitting at the dinner table drinking tea after finishing a plate of eggs and chips, Jolan finished the mouthful of bread and butter and said.
"What was the name of the boy who was burnt on the bonfire in the 80s Uncle Frankie?!"
Frankie swallowed his tea and put the mug down on the table, and replied in his usual soft, low and deep voice. "It ain't fit talk for the dinner table Jol! What happened to him knocked this community for six, everyone around here knew his family really well, it destroyed his poor parents!"
Frankíe poured another cup of tea for himself and Terri (Jolan's Auntie) came to the table and sat down beside him.
" Martin Janus! Martin, that was his name!" She said looking slightly nervous at just the sound of the name.
"He was a bit of a loner, weren't he?!" Jolan said flippantly.
" Nah no not at all! On the contrary, he was ya dads, Patrick's, Owen's and my best mate!" Frankie said waving his hand dismissing Jolan's crass comment,
"We all used to knock around together! Me Jojo and your Mum Connie!" Terri continued her husband's sentence enthusiastically. Her eyes growing wide and bright, sparkling at the memory of her youth instantly making her look twenty years younger.
"Were you there when it happened?!... The night he died?!" Jolan asked cautiously, this time choosing his words and tone more carefully.
Terri looked at her nephew for a few drawn-out minutes before speaking again.
" We were late. Too late! Me, Jojo and Marnie were always late! We were getting ready for the bonfire and after Marnie had to pick her little brother up; her mum couldn't take him because the baby was sick." Terri looked across at her husband and said. "She really moaned about it didn't she Frank?!"
"Yeah, yes she was narked about ít! Owen and ya dad Patrick were at football practice. Me and Connie had to go shopping after school for your Gran, we were all going to meet at the Airpark at six that evening. Martin must have got there earlier to put the Guy in position: He was a right nerd sometimes!... Hahaha." Frankie's words trailed off then gave a sad, forced little laugh as he remembered their friend. "He was wearing my tracky jacket that night too! He borrowed it at school cos the temperature had dropped and he didn't want to wear his blazer out of school. It was my favourite too, the maroon one!"
Frankie coughed and looked away from the table clearly finding it hard to keep his composure.
Terri reached over and took Frankie's hand squeezing it gently. She took a deep breath and continued for him. "The police said he must have trípped and fell soon after he placed the Guy at the centre top of the bonfire. He knocked himself out cold. The bonfire was too high and treacherous for anyone to climb it alone; all those heavy bits of wood and kindling sticking out here, there and everywhere. He should have waited for us to get there! He should have stuck to the plan!"
Jolan looked at his Aunt and Uncle with the empathy of a thirty-year-old and there was a sombre yet comfortable silence.
"They found the... the remains three days later, but before that, there was a police search for him; we all looked for him too, ít was the worst week of our lives!" Terri said breaking the silence and getting up quickly to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
The morning of the 5th of November was cold and damp; the bonfire and firework display was on a knife-edge of being cancelled, but by the time Jolan met his older brother Lukas and their cousin Jaime outside their secondary school at three forty-five the day had dried out (if not warmed up) and as they started walking home to Jolan's and Lukas's house there was a buzz of excitement in the air
"We're home Mum! Dad!" Jolan called out from the hall. Lukas ran upstairs without saying a word.
"I'm in the kitchen!" His mum called back. Jaime went to the kitchen and embraced her Aunt warmly; Connie hugged her back saying " Hello you two! How was school?" She was surrounded by two pans of beans and chilli a tray of sausages and another of baked potatoes. On the side, there was a sticky toffee pudding and a tray of Cinder Toffee.
"It was Ok, I spose!" Jolan kissed his mum on the cheek
"Mmm! You've been busy!" Jaime said glancing around at all the food,
"Yes, I have; so hands off till later yeah?!" Connie slapped Jaime's hand playfully away from the Cinder Toffee. "You and Jol go get changed; we need to meet the others at five and you need to get the Guy from the shed too! "
"I swear it's moved Jol!" Jaime said looking perplexed and a little unnerved.
Jolan looked at his cousin and laughed joyfully. "Don't be stupid Jaime: It probably just fell on its side and me dad sat it back up again ín a different place no big deal!"
Jaime looked at him dubiously, then back at the Guy, and back at Jolan again. "Ok; let's get him to the car!"
When they arrived at the Airpark it was swarming with people. Families with excited rosy-cheeked children, young couples huddled together in romantic embraces and groups of kids shouting and running around boisterously. Jolan and Jaime lugged the Guy to the bonfire (which would be lit at exactly seven o'clock on the dot) and gave it to one of the organisers then went to find Nathan and Daniella.
They found the others with one of the group of rowdy kids that they all knew from school and they spent the next hour just walking around the small food and firework stalls where Jolan bought a packet of sparklers and Nathan tried to buy some real fireworks but wasn't old enough to the amusement of Jolan.
At ten to seven, the four cousins broke away from the rest of the group and made their way back to the designated meeting place where their parents told them to gather.
The firework display was the same as it always was every year; and Jolan told himself that this year was the last year that he was going to go with the rest of his family (Nathan was almost sixteen and he had his mates so he didn't mind hanging around with the family) but Jolan thought that at twelve the lure of the bright lights and the loud bangs, whirrs and whistles of the annual firework display were wearing thin.
"Jol!. Jol! Our Guy’s about to go on. Look, watch!" Jolan's train of thought was broken by Jaime’s excited squeals and he was snapped back into the present as he watched their pride and joy being placed at the top centre of the huge pyre and the three organisers who were about to light it.
Suddenly, there was a heavy strong wind that seemed to come from nowhere. It appeared to only be focused on the immediate vicinity of the bonfire, not really affecting the area beyond the bonfire.
"Where’s Ellie?! She was here a minute ago Ellie! A woman’s voice broke the expectant, uneasy silence and people began to move back and apart making little motions of movements rippling throughout the crowd of spectators
The attention of the crowd was now redirected away from the majestic bonfire to searching for a misplaced child. Glancing around at the adult's faces, Jolan couldn't help but notice and identify the look of sheer panic and anxiety,
Suddenly: Something caught his eye (just a flash of red amongst the darkness and gloom of the chilly night.) He looked in the direction that he saw the glimmer of colour and took a deep breath; while simultaneously grasping his cousin's shoulder to get her attention quickly.
" Erm Jaime! Jai, Jaime?!" It turned out he didn't need to do this as Jaime had seen it at exactly the same time. They looked at each other. "Come on quick!" Jolan whispered hoarsely, grabbing Jaime's hand; she looked at Jolan (slightly hesitantly) before shrugging and following him.
Jolan didn't want to be right about what he thought he had seen and the cold, damp hand of fear was already at the bottom of his spine slowly but surely making its way up his back resulting in even the simplest actions like putting one foot in front of the other an almost impossible task.
They ran to the back area of the Airpark where the organisers stored all the fireworks for the display and various other apparatus and materials; they ducked under the big notice with the words KEEP OUT. STAFF ONLY!" in big red letters, and got right to the back of the bonfire. The sounds of the crowd and the fireworks were deafening.
"This feels really dodgy Jol! I don't like it!
" Neither do...Jaime look!" They both looked in the same direction at the spirit of Martin Janus. He was standing there right in front of them bathed in an eerie silvery blue glow which illuminated him from head to toe. He didn't look like a ghost; he just looked like a boy around Nathan's age. He wore blue jeans and a maroon hoodie, his face and body weren't burnt or disfigured in any way, on the contrary, his features were fine and handsome with green eyes and a head of strawberry blonde hair, he did look incredibly sad.
He pointed. He pointed at the area just beside the edge of the bonfire (where the display area began) Jolan and Jaime looked at each other in bewilderment.
"There's nothing there Jol!?"
Jaime stepped forward gingerly and cocked her ear to the cold night air.
"What is it Jai?! what can you hear?!" Jaime put her finger to her mouth "Shh" she gestured to him to come nearer.
"I think I heard something over there!" She said, pointing in the same direction that the spirit of Martin Janus had. The two cousins ran over to the pile of lumber and firewood; it looked as though it had been disturbed recently like it had been scattered and strewn over the ground. They both stepped over the timber and listened carefully; they could hear a very faint crying, scuffling sound coming from further back amongst the stacked kindling.
Jolan and Jaime started to remove the wood away from the pile, every now and then Jolan looked over his shoulder to find their ghostly guide still gazing at their efforts sadly and with earnest concentration.
After another five minutes of rummaging through the wood; a small podgy baby hand appeared and the crying became clearer and loud, they continued removing the timber and soon a dirty little face became visible.
Jolan threw the wood to the ground while Jaime reached in and gently pulled, a cold and frightened five-year-old girl out of the piled up firewood. It was the missing girl, Ellie Eagan.
"What were you doing in there kid?!" Jolan asked the infant kindly. Jaime held the small girl in her arms as Jolan wrapped his jumper around her.
" I was looking for Sophie and I got stuck in the wood. I was crying for Mummy, but the nice boy said he would get someone to help me!" The small girl sobbed and wiped her nose on Jolan's jumper.
"What nice boy Ellie?!" Jaime asked softly, but they couldn't get much more out of Ellie so they gave up playing detectives and carried the missing girl back to be reunited with her mother
The hour which followed the reunion of Ellie Eagan and her family was a whirlwind of emotions, thanks and praises for the two young kids who found the small girl. Both Jolan and Jaime were slightly overwhelmed by the attention and by eight-thirty they just wanted to go home to chill out.
On the way home in the car; Jolan's dad Patrick turned to his son and niece and asked.
"How did you two know where to look for that baby?!"
"A friend showed us where to look!" They said ín unison.
"Well, I reckon you and your friend saved that baby's life!" Connie said proudly beaming broadly at both Jolan and Jaime. Both the cousins looked out of the window and waved at the figure of the boy in blue jeans and maroon hoodie. He waved back then slowly faded away.
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2020.09.18 17:52 Blackcat1206 Bonfire Night. The Legend of Martin Janus.

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it was two days before bonfire night and the weather forecast for the upcoming week promised a soggy miserable 5th of November (a total washout) and there were threats from the organisers that the public bonfire and fireworks display would be cancelled due to the bad weather, but like so much of the time, decisions made by the local council were made late and last minute.
Ever since the "Incident" back in the '80s, there was always a kind of unmentioned, sense of dread resonating from all the adults over forty leading up to the 5th of November every year which was totally lost on the children and young people in the area. Not that the kids weren't aware of the "Incident." Even the babies knew about the gruesome tragedy of the 5th November 1985 (usually via older siblings who, although not even born at that time, relished embellishing and exaggerating the details of the actual facts just to spook their younger brothers and sisters.
"It's all made up anyway! Nathan and Lukas only said it to freak us out; you know what they're like!"
Jaime looked unconvinced at her cousin as she jammed more straw in the leg of the Guy.
"I know most of it is made up, I'm not completely stupid ya know?!" She grinned broadly before continuing. "Daniella ain't like that though and remember what she said about it?!"
Jolan laughed; then considered what his little cousin had just said. Jaime was right; although Jaime's older sister teased them, she wasn't as bad as his two older brothers; who were merciless in their torment of any younger relatives.
"Some of it doesn't even sound real though!" Jolan continued laughing. ”I mean who heard of a Guy coming to life and hacking people up to get revenge for a kid's death?! It sounds like a really bad horror film!"
"You've got it míxed up, as usual. It was the kid's ghost that possessed a Guy cos he accidentally burnt to death!" Jaime explained, exasperated wíth her cousin. ”There was a boy though; and he did get trapped in the bonfire; and he did burn to death when it was lit. Nobody could hear his screams through all the commotion going on!"
Jaime paused, looking at her cousin and laughing at his face (he had turned a sickly shade of green)
"Alright, alright! Shut up Jai! That's really rank!
"Okay! It is true though. My dad was in the same class as the boy!" Jaime said triumphantly.
That day after; after school Jolan went to his Aunt's and Uncle's for dinner and to put the finishing touches on the Guy in preparation for the fireworks display the next day. Sitting at the dinner table drinking tea after finishing a plate of eggs and chips, Jolan finished the mouthful of bread and butter and said.
"What was the name of the boy who was burnt on the bonfire in the 80s Uncle Frankie?!"
Frankie swallowed his tea and put the mug down on the table, and replied in his usual soft, low and deep voice. "It ain't fit talk for the dinner table Jol! What happened to him knocked this community for six, everyone around here knew his family really well, it destroyed his poor parents!"
Frankíe poured another cup of tea for himself and Terri (Jolan's Auntie) came to the table and sat down beside him.
" Martin Janus! Martin, that was his name!" She said looking slightly nervous at just the sound of the name.
"He was a bit of a loner, weren't he?!" Jolan said flippantly.
" Nah no not at all! On the contrary, he was ya dads, Patrick's, Owen's and my best mate!" Frankie said waving his hand dismissing Jolan's crass comment,
"We all used to knock around together! Me Jojo and your Mum Connie!" Terri continued her husband's sentence enthusiastically. Her eyes growing wide and bright, sparkling at the memory of her youth instantly making her look twenty years younger.
"Were you there when it happened?!... The night he died?!" Jolan asked cautiously, this time choosing his words and tone more carefully.
Terri looked at her nephew for a few drawn-out minutes before speaking again.
" We were late. Too late! Me, Jojo and Marnie were always late! We were getting ready for the bonfire and after Marnie had to pick her little brother up; her mum couldn't take him because the baby was sick." Terri looked across at her husband and said. "She really moaned about it didn't she Frank?!"
"Yeah, yes she was narked about ít! Owen and ya dad Patrick were at football practice. Me and Connie had to go shopping after school for your Gran, we were all going to meet at the Airpark at six that evening. Martin must have got there earlier to put the Guy in position: He was a right nerd sometimes!... Hahaha." Frankie's words trailed off then gave a sad, forced little laugh as he remembered their friend. "He was wearing my tracky jacket that night too! He borrowed it at school cos the temperature had dropped and he didn't want to wear his blazer out of school. It was my favourite too, the maroon one!"
Frankie coughed and looked away from the table clearly finding it hard to keep his composure.
Terri reached over and took Frankie's hand squeezing it gently. She took a deep breath and continued for him. "The police said he must have trípped and fell soon after he placed the Guy at the centre top of the bonfire. He knocked himself out cold. The bonfire was too high and treacherous for anyone to climb it alone; all those heavy bits of wood and kindling sticking out here, there and everywhere. He should have waited for us to get there! He should have stuck to the plan!"
Jolan looked at his Aunt and Uncle with the empathy of a thirty-year-old and there was a sombre yet comfortable silence.
"They found the... the remains three days later, but before that, there was a police search for him; we all looked for him too, ít was the worst week of our lives!" Terri said breaking the silence and getting up quickly to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
The morning of the 5th of November was cold and damp; the bonfire and firework display was on a knife-edge of being cancelled, but by the time Jolan met his older brother Lukas and their cousin Jaime outside their secondary school at three forty-five the day had dried out (if not warmed up) and as they started walking home to Jolan's and Lukas's house there was a buzz of excitement in the air
"We're home Mum! Dad!" Jolan called out from the hall. Lukas ran upstairs without saying a word.
"I'm in the kitchen!" His mum called back. Jaime went to the kitchen and embraced her Aunt warmly; Connie hugged her back saying " Hello you two! How was school?" She was surrounded by two pans of beans and chilli a tray of sausages and another of baked potatoes. On the side, there was a sticky toffee pudding and a tray of Cinder Toffee.
"It was Ok, I spose!" Jolan kissed his mum on the cheek
"Mmm! You've been busy!" Jaime said glancing around at all the food,
"Yes, I have; so hands off till later yeah?!" Connie slapped Jaime's hand playfully away from the Cinder Toffee. "You and Jol go get changed; we need to meet the others at five and you need to get the Guy from the shed too! "
"I swear it's moved Jol!" Jaime said looking perplexed and a little unnerved.
Jolan looked at his cousin and laughed joyfully. "Don't be stupid Jaime: It probably just fell on its side and me dad sat it back up again ín a different place no big deal!"
Jaime looked at him dubiously, then back at the Guy, and back at Jolan again. "Ok; let's get him to the car!"
When they arrived at the Airpark it was swarming with people. Families with excited rosy-cheeked children, young couples huddled together in romantic embraces and groups of kids shouting and running around boisterously. Jolan and Jaime lugged the Guy to the bonfire (which would be lit at exactly seven o'clock on the dot) and gave it to one of the organisers then went to find Nathan and Daniella.
They found the others with one of the group of rowdy kids that they all knew from school and they spent the next hour just walking around the small food and firework stalls where Jolan bought a packet of sparklers and Nathan tried to buy some real fireworks but wasn't old enough to the amusement of Jolan.
At ten to seven, the four cousins broke away from the rest of the group and made their way back to the designated meeting place where their parents told them to gather.
The firework display was the same as it always was every year; and Jolan told himself that this year was the last year that he was going to go with the rest of his family (Nathan was almost sixteen and he had his mates so he didn't mind hanging around with the family) but Jolan thought that at twelve the lure of the bright lights and the loud bangs, whirrs and whistles of the annual firework display were wearing thin.
"Jol!. Jol! Our Guy’s about to go on. Look, watch!" Jolan's train of thought was broken by Jaime’s excited squeals and he was snapped back into the present as he watched their pride and joy being placed at the top centre of the huge pyre and the three organisers who were about to light it.
Suddenly, there was a heavy strong wind that seemed to come from nowhere. It appeared to only be focused on the immediate vicinity of the bonfire, not really affecting the area beyond the bonfire.
"Where’s Ellie?! She was here a minute ago Ellie! A woman’s voice broke the expectant, uneasy silence and people began to move back and apart making little motions of movements rippling throughout the crowd of spectators
The attention of the crowd was now redirected away from the majestic bonfire to searching for a misplaced child. Glancing around at the adult's faces, Jolan couldn't help but notice and identify the look of sheer panic and anxiety,
Suddenly: Something caught his eye (just a flash of red amongst the darkness and gloom of the chilly night.) He looked in the direction that he saw the glimmer of colour and took a deep breath; while simultaneously grasping his cousin's shoulder to get her attention quickly.
" Erm Jaime! Jai, Jaime?!" It turned out he didn't need to do this as Jaime had seen it at exactly the same time. They looked at each other. "Come on quick!" Jolan whispered hoarsely, grabbing Jaime's hand; she looked at Jolan (slightly hesitantly) before shrugging and following him.
Jolan didn't want to be right about what he thought he had seen and the cold, damp hand of fear was already at the bottom of his spine slowly but surely making its way up his back resulting in even the simplest actions like putting one foot in front of the other an almost impossible task.
They ran to the back area of the Airpark where the organisers stored all the fireworks for the display and various other apparatus and materials; they ducked under the big notice with the words KEEP OUT. STAFF ONLY!" in big red letters, and got right to the back of the bonfire. The sounds of the crowd and the fireworks were deafening.
"This feels really dodgy Jol! I don't like it!
" Neither do...Jaime look!" They both looked in the same direction at the spirit of Martin Janus. He was standing there right in front of them bathed in an eerie silvery blue glow which illuminated him from head to toe. He didn't look like a ghost; he just looked like a boy around Nathan's age. He wore blue jeans and a maroon hoodie, his face and body weren't burnt or disfigured in any way, on the contrary, his features were fine and handsome with green eyes and a head of strawberry blonde hair, he did look incredibly sad.
He pointed. He pointed at the area just beside the edge of the bonfire (where the display area began) Jolan and Jaime looked at each other in bewilderment.
"There's nothing there Jol!?"
Jaime stepped forward gingerly and cocked her ear to the cold night air.
"What is it Jai?! what can you hear?!" Jaime put her finger to her mouth "Shh" she gestured to him to come nearer.
"I think I heard something over there!" She said, pointing in the same direction that the spirit of Martin Janus had. The two cousins ran over to the pile of lumber and firewood; it looked as though it had been disturbed recently like it had been scattered and strewn over the ground. They both stepped over the timber and listened carefully; they could hear a very faint crying, scuffling sound coming from further back amongst the stacked kindling.
Jolan and Jaime started to remove the wood away from the pile, every now and then Jolan looked over his shoulder to find their ghostly guide still gazing at their efforts sadly and with earnest concentration.
After another five minutes of rummaging through the wood; a small podgy baby hand appeared and the crying became clearer and loud, they continued removing the timber and soon a dirty little face became visible.
Jolan threw the wood to the ground while Jaime reached in and gently pulled, a cold and frightened five-year-old girl out of the piled up firewood. It was the missing girl, Ellie Eagan.
"What were you doing in there kid?!" Jolan asked the infant kindly. Jaime held the small girl in her arms as Jolan wrapped his jumper around her.
" I was looking for Sophie and I got stuck in the wood. I was crying for Mummy, but the nice boy said he would get someone to help me!" The small girl sobbed and wiped her nose on Jolan's jumper.
"What nice boy Ellie?!" Jaime asked softly, but they couldn't get much more out of Ellie so they gave up playing detectives and carried the missing girl back to be reunited with her mother
The hour which followed the reunion of Ellie Eagan and her family was a whirlwind of emotions, thanks and praises for the two young kids who found the small girl. Both Jolan and Jaime were slightly overwhelmed by the attention and by eight-thirty they just wanted to go home to chill out.
On the way home in the car; Jolan's dad Patrick turned to his son and niece and asked.
"How did you two know where to look for that baby?!"
"A friend showed us where to look!" They said ín unison.
"Well, I reckon you and your friend saved that baby's life!" Connie said proudly beaming broadly at both Jolan and Jaime. Both the cousins looked out of the window and waved at the figure of the boy in blue jeans and maroon hoodie. He waved back then slowly faded away.
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2020.09.18 17:50 Blackcat1206 Bonfire Night. (The Legend of Martin Janus)

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it was two days before bonfire night and the weather forecast for the upcoming week promised a soggy miserable 5th of November (a total washout) and there were threats from the organisers that the public bonfire and fireworks display would be cancelled due to the bad weather, but like so much of the time, decisions made by the local council were made late and last minute.
Ever since the "Incident" back in the '80s, there was always a kind of unmentioned, sense of dread resonating from all the adults over forty leading up to the 5th of November every year which was totally lost on the children and young people in the area. Not that the kids weren't aware of the "Incident." Even the babies knew about the gruesome tragedy of the 5th November 1985 (usually via older siblings who, although not even born at that time, relished embellishing and exaggerating the details of the actual facts just to spook their younger brothers and sisters.
"It's all made up anyway! Nathan and Lukas only said it to freak us out; you know what they're like!"
Jaime looked unconvinced at her cousin as she jammed more straw in the leg of the Guy.
"I know most of it is made up, I'm not completely stupid ya know?!" She grinned broadly before continuing. "Daniella ain't like that though and remember what she said about it?!"
Jolan laughed; then considered what his little cousin had just said. Jaime was right; although Jaime's older sister teased them, she wasn't as bad as his two older brothers; who were merciless in their torment of any younger relatives.
"Some of it doesn't even sound real though!" Jolan continued laughing. ”I mean who heard of a Guy coming to life and hacking people up to get revenge for a kid's death?! It sounds like a really bad horror film!"
"You've got it míxed up, as usual. It was the kid's ghost that possessed a Guy cos he accidentally burnt to death!" Jaime explained, exasperated wíth her cousin. ”There was a boy though; and he did get trapped in the bonfire; and he did burn to death when it was lit. Nobody could hear his screams through all the commotion going on!"
Jaime paused, looking at her cousin and laughing at his face (he had turned a sickly shade of green)
"Alright, alright! Shut up Jai! That's really rank!
"Okay! It is true though. My dad was in the same class as the boy!" Jaime said triumphantly.
That day after; after school Jolan went to his Aunt's and Uncle's for dinner and to put the finishing touches on the Guy in preparation for the fireworks display the next day. Sitting at the dinner table drinking tea after finishing a plate of eggs and chips, Jolan finished the mouthful of bread and butter and said.
"What was the name of the boy who was burnt on the bonfire in the 80s Uncle Frankie?!"
Frankie swallowed his tea and put the mug down on the table, and replied in his usual soft, low and deep voice. "It ain't fit talk for the dinner table Jol! What happened to him knocked this community for six, everyone around here knew his family really well, it destroyed his poor parents!"
Frankíe poured another cup of tea for himself and Terri (Jolan's Auntie) came to the table and sat down beside him.
" Martin Janus! Martin, that was his name!" She said looking slightly nervous at just the sound of the name.
"He was a bit of a loner, weren't he?!" Jolan said flippantly.
" Nah no not at all! On the contrary, he was ya dads, Patrick's, Owen's and my best mate!" Frankie said waving his hand dismissing Jolan's crass comment,
"We all used to knock around together! Me Jojo and your Mum Connie!" Terri continued her husband's sentence enthusiastically. Her eyes growing wide and bright, sparkling at the memory of her youth instantly making her look twenty years younger.
"Were you there when it happened?!... The night he died?!" Jolan asked cautiously, this time choosing his words and tone more carefully.
Terri looked at her nephew for a few drawn-out minutes before speaking again.
" We were late. Too late! Me, Jojo and Marnie were always late! We were getting ready for the bonfire and after Marnie had to pick her little brother up; her mum couldn't take him because the baby was sick." Terri looked across at her husband and said. "She really moaned about it didn't she Frank?!"
"Yeah, yes she was narked about ít! Owen and ya dad Patrick were at football practice. Me and Connie had to go shopping after school for your Gran, we were all going to meet at the Airpark at six that evening. Martin must have got there earlier to put the Guy in position: He was a right nerd sometimes!... Hahaha." Frankie's words trailed off then gave a sad, forced little laugh as he remembered their friend. "He was wearing my tracky jacket that night too! He borrowed it at school cos the temperature had dropped and he didn't want to wear his blazer out of school. It was my favourite too, the maroon one!"
Frankie coughed and looked away from the table clearly finding it hard to keep his composure.
Terri reached over and took Frankie's hand squeezing it gently. She took a deep breath and continued for him. "The police said he must have trípped and fell soon after he placed the Guy at the centre top of the bonfire. He knocked himself out cold. The bonfire was too high and treacherous for anyone to climb it alone; all those heavy bits of wood and kindling sticking out here, there and everywhere. He should have waited for us to get there! He should have stuck to the plan!"
Jolan looked at his Aunt and Uncle with the empathy of a thirty-year-old and there was a sombre yet comfortable silence.
"They found the... the remains three days later, but before that, there was a police search for him; we all looked for him too, ít was the worst week of our lives!" Terri said breaking the silence and getting up quickly to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
The morning of the 5th of November was cold and damp; the bonfire and firework display was on a knife-edge of being cancelled, but by the time Jolan met his older brother Lukas and their cousin Jaime outside their secondary school at three forty-five the day had dried out (if not warmed up) and as they started walking home to Jolan's and Lukas's house there was a buzz of excitement in the air
"We're home Mum! Dad!" Jolan called out from the hall. Lukas ran upstairs without saying a word.
"I'm in the kitchen!" His mum called back. Jaime went to the kitchen and embraced her Aunt warmly; Connie hugged her back saying " Hello you two! How was school?" She was surrounded by two pans of beans and chilli a tray of sausages and another of baked potatoes. On the side, there was a sticky toffee pudding and a tray of Cinder Toffee.
"It was Ok, I spose!" Jolan kissed his mum on the cheek
"Mmm! You've been busy!" Jaime said glancing around at all the food,
"Yes, I have; so hands off till later yeah?!" Connie slapped Jaime's hand playfully away from the Cinder Toffee. "You and Jol go get changed; we need to meet the others at five and you need to get the Guy from the shed too! "
"I swear it's moved Jol!" Jaime said looking perplexed and a little unnerved.
Jolan looked at his cousin and laughed joyfully. "Don't be stupid Jaime: It probably just fell on its side and me dad sat it back up again ín a different place no big deal!"
Jaime looked at him dubiously, then back at the Guy, and back at Jolan again. "Ok; let's get him to the car!"
When they arrived at the Airpark it was swarming with people. Families with excited rosy-cheeked children, young couples huddled together in romantic embraces and groups of kids shouting and running around boisterously. Jolan and Jaime lugged the Guy to the bonfire (which would be lit at exactly seven o'clock on the dot) and gave it to one of the organisers then went to find Nathan and Daniella.
They found the others with one of the group of rowdy kids that they all knew from school and they spent the next hour just walking around the small food and firework stalls where Jolan bought a packet of sparklers and Nathan tried to buy some real fireworks but wasn't old enough to the amusement of Jolan.
At ten to seven, the four cousins broke away from the rest of the group and made their way back to the designated meeting place where their parents told them to gather.
The firework display was the same as it always was every year; and Jolan told himself that this year was the last year that he was going to go with the rest of his family (Nathan was almost sixteen and he had his mates so he didn't mind hanging around with the family) but Jolan thought that at twelve the lure of the bright lights and the loud bangs, whirrs and whistles of the annual firework display were wearing thin.
"Jol!. Jol! Our Guy’s about to go on. Look, watch!" Jolan's train of thought was broken by Jaime’s excited squeals and he was snapped back into the present as he watched their pride and joy being placed at the top centre of the huge pyre and the three organisers who were about to light it.
Suddenly, there was a heavy strong wind that seemed to come from nowhere. It appeared to only be focused on the immediate vicinity of the bonfire, not really affecting the area beyond the bonfire.
"Where’s Ellie?! She was here a minute ago Ellie! A woman’s voice broke the expectant, uneasy silence and people began to move back and apart making little motions of movements rippling throughout the crowd of spectators
The attention of the crowd was now redirected away from the majestic bonfire to searching for a misplaced child. Glancing around at the adult's faces, Jolan couldn't help but notice and identify the look of sheer panic and anxiety,
Suddenly: Something caught his eye (just a flash of red amongst the darkness and gloom of the chilly night.) He looked in the direction that he saw the glimmer of colour and took a deep breath; while simultaneously grasping his cousin's shoulder to get her attention quickly.
" Erm Jaime! Jai, Jaime?!" It turned out he didn't need to do this as Jaime had seen it at exactly the same time. They looked at each other. "Come on quick!" Jolan whispered hoarsely, grabbing Jaime's hand; she looked at Jolan (slightly hesitantly) before shrugging and following him.
Jolan didn't want to be right about what he thought he had seen and the cold, damp hand of fear was already at the bottom of his spine slowly but surely making its way up his back resulting in even the simplest actions like putting one foot in front of the other an almost impossible task.
They ran to the back area of the Airpark where the organisers stored all the fireworks for the display and various other apparatus and materials; they ducked under the big notice with the words KEEP OUT. STAFF ONLY!" in big red letters, and got right to the back of the bonfire. The sounds of the crowd and the fireworks were deafening.
"This feels really dodgy Jol! I don't like it!
" Neither do...Jaime look!" They both looked in the same direction at the spirit of Martin Janus. He was standing there right in front of them bathed in an eerie silvery blue glow which illuminated him from head to toe. He didn't look like a ghost; he just looked like a boy around Nathan's age. He wore blue jeans and a maroon hoodie, his face and body weren't burnt or disfigured in any way, on the contrary, his features were fine and handsome with green eyes and a head of strawberry blonde hair, he did look incredibly sad.
He pointed. He pointed at the area just beside the edge of the bonfire (where the display area began) Jolan and Jaime looked at each other in bewilderment.
"There's nothing there Jol!?"
Jaime stepped forward gingerly and cocked her ear to the cold night air.
"What is it Jai?! what can you hear?!" Jaime put her finger to her mouth "Shh" she gestured to him to come nearer.
"I think I heard something over there!" She said, pointing in the same direction that the spirit of Martin Janus had. The two cousins ran over to the pile of lumber and firewood; it looked as though it had been disturbed recently like it had been scattered and strewn over the ground. They both stepped over the timber and listened carefully; they could hear a very faint crying, scuffling sound coming from further back amongst the stacked kindling.
Jolan and Jaime started to remove the wood away from the pile, every now and then Jolan looked over his shoulder to find their ghostly guide still gazing at their efforts sadly and with earnest concentration.
After another five minutes of rummaging through the wood; a small podgy baby hand appeared and the crying became clearer and loud, they continued removing the timber and soon a dirty little face became visible.
Jolan threw the wood to the ground while Jaime reached in and gently pulled, a cold and frightened five-year-old girl out of the piled up firewood. It was the missing girl, Ellie Eagan.
"What were you doing in there kid?!" Jolan asked the infant kindly. Jaime held the small girl in her arms as Jolan wrapped his jumper around her.
" I was looking for Sophie and I got stuck in the wood. I was crying for Mummy, but the nice boy said he would get someone to help me!" The small girl sobbed and wiped her nose on Jolan's jumper.
"What nice boy Ellie?!" Jaime asked softly, but they couldn't get much more out of Ellie so they gave up playing detectives and carried the missing girl back to be reunited with her mother
The hour which followed the reunion of Ellie Eagan and her family was a whirlwind of emotions, thanks and praises for the two young kids who found the small girl. Both Jolan and Jaime were slightly overwhelmed by the attention and by eight-thirty they just wanted to go home to chill out.
On the way home in the car; Jolan's dad Patrick turned to his son and niece and asked.
"How did you two know where to look for that baby?!"
"A friend showed us where to look!" They said ín unison.
"Well, I reckon you and your friend saved that baby's life!" Connie said proudly beaming broadly at both Jolan and Jaime. Both the cousins looked out of the window and waved at the figure of the boy in blue jeans and maroon hoodie. He waved back then slowly faded away.
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2020.09.18 17:41 Blackcat1206 Bonfire Night. (The Legend of Martin Janus.)

.
it was two days before bonfire night and the weather forecast for the upcoming week promised a soggy miserable 5th of November (a total washout) and there were threats from the organisers that the public bonfire and fireworks display would be cancelled due to the bad weather, but like so much of the time, decisions made by the local council were made late and last minute.
Ever since the "Incident" back in the '80s, there was always a kind of unmentioned, sense of dread resonating from all the adults over forty leading up to the 5th of November every year which was totally lost on the children and young people in the area. Not that the kids weren't aware of the "Incident." Even the babies knew about the gruesome tragedy of the 5th November 1985 (usually via older siblings who, although not even born at that time, relished embellishing and exaggerating the details of the actual facts just to spook their younger brothers and sisters.
"It's all made up anyway! Nathan and Lukas only said it to freak us out; you know what they're like!"
Jaime looked unconvinced at her cousin as she jammed more straw in the leg of the Guy.
"I know most of it is made up, I'm not completely stupid ya know?!" She grinned broadly before continuing. "Daniella ain't like that though and remember what she said about it?!"
Jolan laughed; then considered what his little cousin had just said. Jaime was right; although Jaime's older sister teased them, she wasn't as bad as his two older brothers; who were merciless in their torment of any younger relatives.
"Some of it doesn't even sound real though!" Jolan continued laughing. ”I mean who heard of a Guy coming to life and hacking people up to get revenge for a kid's death?! It sounds like a really bad horror film!"
"You've got it míxed up, as usual. It was the kid's ghost that possessed a Guy cos he accidentally burnt to death!" Jaime explained, exasperated wíth her cousin. ”There was a boy though; and he did get trapped in the bonfire; and he did burn to death when it was lit. Nobody could hear his screams through all the commotion going on!"
Jaime paused, looking at her cousin and laughing at his face (he had turned a sickly shade of green)
"Alright, alright! Shut up Jai! That's really rank!
"Okay! It is true though. My dad was in the same class as the boy!" Jaime said triumphantly.
That day after; after school Jolan went to his Aunt's and Uncle's for dinner and to put the finishing touches on the Guy in preparation for the fireworks display the next day. Sitting at the dinner table drinking tea after finishing a plate of eggs and chips, Jolan finished the mouthful of bread and butter and said.
"What was the name of the boy who was burnt on the bonfire in the 80s Uncle Frankie?!"
Frankie swallowed his tea and put the mug down on the table, and replied in his usual soft, low and deep voice. "It ain't fit talk for the dinner table Jol! What happened to him knocked this community for six, everyone around here knew his family really well, it destroyed his poor parents!"
Frankíe poured another cup of tea for himself and Terri (Jolan's Auntie) came to the table and sat down beside him.
" Martin Janus! Martin, that was his name!" She said looking slightly nervous at just the sound of the name.
"He was a bit of a loner, weren't he?!" Jolan said flippantly.
" Nah no not at all! On the contrary, he was ya dads, Patrick's, Owen's and my best mate!" Frankie said waving his hand dismissing Jolan's crass comment,
"We all used to knock around together! Me Jojo and your Mum Connie!" Terri continued her husband's sentence enthusiastically. Her eyes growing wide and bright, sparkling at the memory of her youth instantly making her look twenty years younger.
"Were you there when it happened?!... The night he died?!" Jolan asked cautiously, this time choosing his words and tone more carefully.
Terri looked at her nephew for a few drawn-out minutes before speaking again.
" We were late. Too late! Me, Jojo and Marnie were always late! We were getting ready for the bonfire and after Marnie had to pick her little brother up; her mum couldn't take him because the baby was sick." Terri looked across at her husband and said. "She really moaned about it didn't she Frank?!"
"Yeah, yes she was narked about ít! Owen and ya dad Patrick were at football practice. Me and Connie had to go shopping after school for your Gran, we were all going to meet at the Airpark at six that evening. Martin must have got there earlier to put the Guy in position: He was a right nerd sometimes!... Hahaha." Frankie's words trailed off then gave a sad, forced little laugh as he remembered their friend. "He was wearing my tracky jacket that night too! He borrowed it at school cos the temperature had dropped and he didn't want to wear his blazer out of school. It was my favourite too, the maroon one!"
Frankie coughed and looked away from the table clearly finding it hard to keep his composure.
Terri reached over and took Frankie's hand squeezing it gently. She took a deep breath and continued for him. "The police said he must have trípped and fell soon after he placed the Guy at the centre top of the bonfire. He knocked himself out cold. The bonfire was too high and treacherous for anyone to climb it alone; all those heavy bits of wood and kindling sticking out here, there and everywhere. He should have waited for us to get there! He should have stuck to the plan!"
Jolan looked at his Aunt and Uncle with the empathy of a thirty-year-old and there was a sombre yet comfortable silence.
"They found the... the remains three days later, but before that, there was a police search for him; we all looked for him too, ít was the worst week of our lives!" Terri said breaking the silence and getting up quickly to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
The morning of the 5th of November was cold and damp; the bonfire and firework display was on a knife-edge of being cancelled, but by the time Jolan met his older brother Lukas and their cousin Jaime outside their secondary school at three forty-five the day had dried out (if not warmed up) and as they started walking home to Jolan's and Lukas's house there was a buzz of excitement in the air
"We're home Mum! Dad!" Jolan called out from the hall. Lukas ran upstairs without saying a word.
"I'm in the kitchen!" His mum called back. Jaime went to the kitchen and embraced her Aunt warmly; Connie hugged her back saying " Hello you two! How was school?" She was surrounded by two pans of beans and chilli a tray of sausages and another of baked potatoes. On the side, there was a sticky toffee pudding and a tray of Cinder Toffee.
"It was Ok, I spose!" Jolan kissed his mum on the cheek
"Mmm! You've been busy!" Jaime said glancing around at all the food,
"Yes, I have; so hands off till later yeah?!" Connie slapped Jaime's hand playfully away from the Cinder Toffee. "You and Jol go get changed; we need to meet the others at five and you need to get the Guy from the shed too! "
"I swear it's moved Jol!" Jaime said looking perplexed and a little unnerved.
Jolan looked at his cousin and laughed joyfully. "Don't be stupid Jaime: It probably just fell on its side and me dad sat it back up again ín a different place no big deal!"
Jaime looked at him dubiously, then back at the Guy, and back at Jolan again. "Ok; let's get him to the car!"
When they arrived at the Airpark it was swarming with people. Families with excited rosy-cheeked children, young couples huddled together in romantic embraces and groups of kids shouting and running around boisterously. Jolan and Jaime lugged the Guy to the bonfire (which would be lit at exactly seven o'clock on the dot) and gave it to one of the organisers then went to find Nathan and Daniella.
They found the others with one of the group of rowdy kids that they all knew from school and they spent the next hour just walking around the small food and firework stalls where Jolan bought a packet of sparklers and Nathan tried to buy some real fireworks but wasn't old enough to the amusement of Jolan.
At ten to seven, the four cousins broke away from the rest of the group and made their way back to the designated meeting place where their parents told them to gather.
The firework display was the same as it always was every year; and Jolan told himself that this year was the last year that he was going to go with the rest of his family (Nathan was almost sixteen and he had his mates so he didn't mind hanging around with the family) but Jolan thought that at twelve the lure of the bright lights and the loud bangs, whirrs and whistles of the annual firework display were wearing thin.
"Jol!. Jol! Our Guy’s about to go on. Look, watch!" Jolan's train of thought was broken by Jaime’s excited squeals and he was snapped back into the present as he watched their pride and joy being placed at the top centre of the huge pyre and the three organisers who were about to light it.
Suddenly, there was a heavy strong wind that seemed to come from nowhere. It appeared to only be focused on the immediate vicinity of the bonfire, not really affecting the area beyond the bonfire.
"Where’s Ellie?! She was here a minute ago Ellie! A woman’s voice broke the expectant, uneasy silence and people began to move back and apart making little motions of movements rippling throughout the crowd of spectators
The attention of the crowd was now redirected away from the majestic bonfire to searching for a misplaced child. Glancing around at the adult's faces, Jolan couldn't help but notice and identify the look of sheer panic and anxiety,
Suddenly: Something caught his eye (just a flash of red amongst the darkness and gloom of the chilly night.) He looked in the direction that he saw the glimmer of colour and took a deep breath; while simultaneously grasping his cousin's shoulder to get her attention quickly.
" Erm Jaime! Jai, Jaime?!" It turned out he didn't need to do this as Jaime had seen it at exactly the same time. They looked at each other. "Come on quick!" Jolan whispered hoarsely, grabbing Jaime's hand; she looked at Jolan (slightly hesitantly) before shrugging and following him.
Jolan didn't want to be right about what he thought he had seen and the cold, damp hand of fear was already at the bottom of his spine slowly but surely making its way up his back resulting in even the simplest actions like putting one foot in front of the other an almost impossible task.
They ran to the back area of the Airpark where the organisers stored all the fireworks for the display and various other apparatus and materials; they ducked under the big notice with the words KEEP OUT. STAFF ONLY!" in big red letters, and got right to the back of the bonfire. The sounds of the crowd and the fireworks were deafening.
"This feels really dodgy Jol! I don't like it!
" Neither do...Jaime look!" They both looked in the same direction at the spirit of Martin Janus. He was standing there right in front of them bathed in an eerie silvery blue glow which illuminated him from head to toe. He didn't look like a ghost; he just looked like a boy around Nathan's age. He wore blue jeans and a maroon hoodie, his face and body weren't burnt or disfigured in any way, on the contrary, his features were fine and handsome with green eyes and a head of strawberry blonde hair, he did look incredibly sad.
He pointed. He pointed at the area just beside the edge of the bonfire (where the display area began) Jolan and Jaime looked at each other in bewilderment.
"There's nothing there Jol!?"
Jaime stepped forward gingerly and cocked her ear to the cold night air.
"What is it Jai?! what can you hear?!" Jaime put her finger to her mouth "Shh" she gestured to him to come nearer.
"I think I heard something over there!" She said, pointing in the same direction that the spirit of Martin Janus had. The two cousins ran over to the pile of lumber and firewood; it looked as though it had been disturbed recently like it had been scattered and strewn over the ground. They both stepped over the timber and listened carefully; they could hear a very faint crying, scuffling sound coming from further back amongst the stacked kindling.
Jolan and Jaime started to remove the wood away from the pile, every now and then Jolan looked over his shoulder to find their ghostly guide still gazing at their efforts sadly and with earnest concentration.
After another five minutes of rummaging through the wood; a small podgy baby hand appeared and the crying became clearer and loud, they continued removing the timber and soon a dirty little face became visible.
Jolan threw the wood to the ground while Jaime reached in and gently pulled, a cold and frightened five-year-old girl out of the piled up firewood. It was the missing girl, Ellie Eagan.
"What were you doing in there kid?!" Jolan asked the infant kindly. Jaime held the small girl in her arms as Jolan wrapped his jumper around her.
" I was looking for Sophie and I got stuck in the wood. I was crying for Mummy, but the nice boy said he would get someone to help me!" The small girl sobbed and wiped her nose on Jolan's jumper.
"What nice boy Ellie?!" Jaime asked softly, but they couldn't get much more out of Ellie so they gave up playing detectives and carried the missing girl back to be reunited with her mother
The hour which followed the reunion of Ellie Eagan and her family was a whirlwind of emotions, thanks and praises for the two young kids who found the small girl. Both Jolan and Jaime were slightly overwhelmed by the attention and by eight-thirty they just wanted to go home to chill out.
On the way home in the car; Jolan's dad Patrick turned to his son and niece and asked.
"How did you two know where to look for that baby?!"
"A friend showed us where to look!" They said ín unison.
"Well, I reckon you and your friend saved that baby's life!" Connie said proudly beaming broadly at both Jolan and Jaime. Both the cousins looked out of the window and waved at the figure of the boy in blue jeans and maroon hoodie. He waved back then slowly faded away.
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2020.09.18 17:38 Blackcat1206 Bonfire Night. (The Legend of Martin Janus.)

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it was two days before bonfire night and the weather forecast for the upcoming week promised a soggy miserable 5th of November (a total washout) and there were threats from the organisers that the public bonfire and fireworks display would be cancelled due to the bad weather, but like so much of the time, decisions made by the local council were made late and last minute.
Ever since the "Incident" back in the '80s, there was always a kind of unmentioned, sense of dread resonating from all the adults over forty leading up to the 5th of November every year which was totally lost on the children and young people in the area. Not that the kids weren't aware of the "Incident." Even the babies knew about the gruesome tragedy of the 5th November 1985 (usually via older siblings who, although not even born at that time, relished embellishing and exaggerating the details of the actual facts just to spook their younger brothers and sisters.
"It's all made up anyway! Nathan and Lukas only said it to freak us out; you know what they're like!"
Jaime looked unconvinced at her cousin as she jammed more straw in the leg of the Guy.
"I know most of it is made up, I'm not completely stupid ya know?!" She grinned broadly before continuing. "Daniella ain't like that though and remember what she said about it?!"
Jolan laughed; then considered what his little cousin had just said. Jaime was right; although Jaime's older sister teased them, she wasn't as bad as his two older brothers; who were merciless in their torment of any younger relatives.
"Some of it doesn't even sound real though!" Jolan continued laughing. ”I mean who heard of a Guy coming to life and hacking people up to get revenge for a kid's death?! It sounds like a really bad horror film!"
"You've got it míxed up, as usual. It was the kid's ghost that possessed a Guy cos he accidentally burnt to death!" Jaime explained, exasperated wíth her cousin. ”There was a boy though; and he did get trapped in the bonfire; and he did burn to death when it was lit. Nobody could hear his screams through all the commotion going on!"
Jaime paused, looking at her cousin and laughing at his face (he had turned a sickly shade of green)
"Alright, alright! Shut up Jai! That's really rank!
"Okay! It is true though. My dad was in the same class as the boy!" Jaime said triumphantly.
That day after; after school Jolan went to his Aunt's and Uncle's for dinner and to put the finishing touches on the Guy in preparation for the fireworks display the next day. Sitting at the dinner table drinking tea after finishing a plate of eggs and chips, Jolan finished the mouthful of bread and butter and said.
"What was the name of the boy who was burnt on the bonfire in the 80s Uncle Frankie?!"
Frankie swallowed his tea and put the mug down on the table, and replied in his usual soft, low and deep voice. "It ain't fit talk for the dinner table Jol! What happened to him knocked this community for six, everyone around here knew his family really well, it destroyed his poor parents!"
Frankíe poured another cup of tea for himself and Terri (Jolan's Auntie) came to the table and sat down beside him.
" Martin Janus! Martin, that was his name!" She said looking slightly nervous at just the sound of the name.
"He was a bit of a loner, weren't he?!" Jolan said flippantly.
" Nah no not at all! On the contrary, he was ya dads, Patrick's, Owen's and my best mate!" Frankie said waving his hand dismissing Jolan's crass comment,
"We all used to knock around together! Me Jojo and your Mum Connie!" Terri continued her husband's sentence enthusiastically. Her eyes growing wide and bright, sparkling at the memory of her youth instantly making her look twenty years younger.
"Were you there when it happened?!... The night he died?!" Jolan asked cautiously, this time choosing his words and tone more carefully.
Terri looked at her nephew for a few drawn-out minutes before speaking again.
" We were late. Too late! Me, Jojo and Marnie were always late! We were getting ready for the bonfire and after Marnie had to pick her little brother up; her mum couldn't take him because the baby was sick." Terri looked across at her husband and said. "She really moaned about it didn't she Frank?!"
"Yeah, yes she was narked about ít! Owen and ya dad Patrick were at football practice. Me and Connie had to go shopping after school for your Gran, we were all going to meet at the Airpark at six that evening. Martin must have got there earlier to put the Guy in position: He was a right nerd sometimes!... Hahaha." Frankie's words trailed off then gave a sad, forced little laugh as he remembered their friend. "He was wearing my tracky jacket that night too! He borrowed it at school cos the temperature had dropped and he didn't want to wear his blazer out of school. It was my favourite too, the maroon one!"
Frankie coughed and looked away from the table clearly finding it hard to keep his composure.
Terri reached over and took Frankie's hand squeezing it gently. She took a deep breath and continued for him. "The police said he must have trípped and fell soon after he placed the Guy at the centre top of the bonfire. He knocked himself out cold. The bonfire was too high and treacherous for anyone to climb it alone; all those heavy bits of wood and kindling sticking out here, there and everywhere. He should have waited for us to get there! He should have stuck to the plan!"
Jolan looked at his Aunt and Uncle with the empathy of a thirty-year-old and there was a sombre yet comfortable silence.
"They found the... the remains three days later, but before that, there was a police search for him; we all looked for him too, ít was the worst week of our lives!" Terri said breaking the silence and getting up quickly to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
The morning of the 5th of November was cold and damp; the bonfire and firework display was on a knife-edge of being cancelled, but by the time Jolan met his older brother Lukas and their cousin Jaime outside their secondary school at three forty-five the day had dried out (if not warmed up) and as they started walking home to Jolan's and Lukas's house there was a buzz of excitement in the air
"We're home Mum! Dad!" Jolan called out from the hall. Lukas ran upstairs without saying a word.
"I'm in the kitchen!" His mum called back. Jaime went to the kitchen and embraced her Aunt warmly; Connie hugged her back saying " Hello you two! How was school?" She was surrounded by two pans of beans and chilli a tray of sausages and another of baked potatoes. On the side, there was a sticky toffee pudding and a tray of Cinder Toffee.
"It was Ok, I spose!" Jolan kissed his mum on the cheek
"Mmm! You've been busy!" Jaime said glancing around at all the food,
"Yes, I have; so hands off till later yeah?!" Connie slapped Jaime's hand playfully away from the Cinder Toffee. "You and Jol go get changed; we need to meet the others at five and you need to get the Guy from the shed too! "
"I swear it's moved Jol!" Jaime said looking perplexed and a little unnerved.
Jolan looked at his cousin and laughed joyfully. "Don't be stupid Jaime: It probably just fell on its side and me dad sat it back up again ín a different place no big deal!"
Jaime looked at him dubiously, then back at the Guy, and back at Jolan again. "Ok; let's get him to the car!"
When they arrived at the Airpark it was swarming with people. Families with excited rosy-cheeked children, young couples huddled together in romantic embraces and groups of kids shouting and running around boisterously. Jolan and Jaime lugged the Guy to the bonfire (which would be lit at exactly seven o'clock on the dot) and gave it to one of the organisers then went to find Nathan and Daniella.
They found the others with one of the group of rowdy kids that they all knew from school and they spent the next hour just walking around the small food and firework stalls where Jolan bought a packet of sparklers and Nathan tried to buy some real fireworks but wasn't old enough to the amusement of Jolan.
At ten to seven, the four cousins broke away from the rest of the group and made their way back to the designated meeting place where their parents told them to gather.
The firework display was the same as it always was every year; and Jolan told himself that this year was the last year that he was going to go with the rest of his family (Nathan was almost sixteen and he had his mates so he didn't mind hanging around with the family) but Jolan thought that at twelve the lure of the bright lights and the loud bangs, whirrs and whistles of the annual firework display were wearing thin.
"Jol!. Jol! Our Guy’s about to go on. Look, watch!" Jolan's train of thought was broken by Jaime’s excited squeals and he was snapped back into the present as he watched their pride and joy being placed at the top centre of the huge pyre and the three organisers who were about to light it.
Suddenly, there was a heavy strong wind that seemed to come from nowhere. It appeared to only be focused on the immediate vicinity of the bonfire, not really affecting the area beyond the bonfire.
"Where’s Ellie?! She was here a minute ago Ellie! A woman’s voice broke the expectant, uneasy silence and people began to move back and apart making little motions of movements rippling throughout the crowd of spectators
The attention of the crowd was now redirected away from the majestic bonfire to searching for a misplaced child. Glancing around at the adult's faces, Jolan couldn't help but notice and identify the look of sheer panic and anxiety,
Suddenly: Something caught his eye (just a flash of red amongst the darkness and gloom of the chilly night.) He looked in the direction that he saw the glimmer of colour and took a deep breath; while simultaneously grasping his cousin's shoulder to get her attention quickly.
" Erm Jaime! Jai, Jaime?!" It turned out he didn't need to do this as Jaime had seen it at exactly the same time. They looked at each other. "Come on quick!" Jolan whispered hoarsely, grabbing Jaime's hand; she looked at Jolan (slightly hesitantly) before shrugging and following him.
Jolan didn't want to be right about what he thought he had seen and the cold, damp hand of fear was already at the bottom of his spine slowly but surely making its way up his back resulting in even the simplest actions like putting one foot in front of the other an almost impossible task.
They ran to the back area of the Airpark where the organisers stored all the fireworks for the display and various other apparatus and materials; they ducked under the big notice with the words KEEP OUT. STAFF ONLY!" in big red letters, and got right to the back of the bonfire. The sounds of the crowd and the fireworks were deafening.
"This feels really dodgy Jol! I don't like it!
" Neither do...Jaime look!" They both looked in the same direction at the spirit of Martin Janus. He was standing there right in front of them bathed in an eerie silvery blue glow which illuminated him from head to toe. He didn't look like a ghost; he just looked like a boy around Nathan's age. He wore blue jeans and a maroon hoodie, his face and body weren't burnt or disfigured in any way, on the contrary, his features were fine and handsome with green eyes and a head of strawberry blonde hair, he did look incredibly sad.
He pointed. He pointed at the area just beside the edge of the bonfire (where the display area began) Jolan and Jaime looked at each other in bewilderment.
"There's nothing there Jol!?"
Jaime stepped forward gingerly and cocked her ear to the cold night air.
"What is it Jai?! what can you hear?!" Jaime put her finger to her mouth "Shh" she gestured to him to come nearer.
"I think I heard something over there!" She said, pointing in the same direction that the spirit of Martin Janus had. The two cousins ran over to the pile of lumber and firewood; it looked as though it had been disturbed recently like it had been scattered and strewn over the ground. They both stepped over the timber and listened carefully; they could hear a very faint crying, scuffling sound coming from further back amongst the stacked kindling.
Jolan and Jaime started to remove the wood away from the pile, every now and then Jolan looked over his shoulder to find their ghostly guide still gazing at their efforts sadly and with earnest concentration.
After another five minutes of rummaging through the wood; a small podgy baby hand appeared and the crying became clearer and loud, they continued removing the timber and soon a dirty little face became visible.
Jolan threw the wood to the ground while Jaime reached in and gently pulled, a cold and frightened five-year-old girl out of the piled up firewood. It was the missing girl, Ellie Eagan.
"What were you doing in there kid?!" Jolan asked the infant kindly. Jaime held the small girl in her arms as Jolan wrapped his jumper around her.
" I was looking for Sophie and I got stuck in the wood. I was crying for Mummy, but the nice boy said he would get someone to help me!" The small girl sobbed and wiped her nose on Jolan's jumper.
"What nice boy Ellie?!" Jaime asked softly, but they couldn't get much more out of Ellie so they gave up playing detectives and carried the missing girl back to be reunited with her mother
The hour which followed the reunion of Ellie Eagan and her family was a whirlwind of emotions, thanks and praises for the two young kids who found the small girl. Both Jolan and Jaime were slightly overwhelmed by the attention and by eight-thirty they just wanted to go home to chill out.
On the way home in the car; Jolan's dad Patrick turned to his son and niece and asked.
"How did you two know where to look for that baby?!"
"A friend showed us where to look!" They said ín unison.
"Well, I reckon you and your friend saved that baby's life!" Connie said proudly beaming broadly at both Jolan and Jaime. Both the cousins looked out of the window and waved at the figure of the boy in blue jeans and maroon hoodie. He waved back then slowly faded away.
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2020.09.18 17:38 Blackcat1206 Bonfire Night. (The Legend of Martin Janus.)

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it was two days before bonfire night and the weather forecast for the upcoming week promised a soggy miserable 5th of November (a total washout) and there were threats from the organisers that the public bonfire and fireworks display would be cancelled due to the bad weather, but like so much of the time, decisions made by the local council were made late and last minute.
Ever since the "Incident" back in the '80s, there was always a kind of unmentioned, sense of dread resonating from all the adults over forty leading up to the 5th of November every year which was totally lost on the children and young people in the area. Not that the kids weren't aware of the "Incident." Even the babies knew about the gruesome tragedy of the 5th November 1985 (usually via older siblings who, although not even born at that time, relished embellishing and exaggerating the details of the actual facts just to spook their younger brothers and sisters.
"It's all made up anyway! Nathan and Lukas only said it to freak us out; you know what they're like!"
Jaime looked unconvinced at her cousin as she jammed more straw in the leg of the Guy.
"I know most of it is made up, I'm not completely stupid ya know?!" She grinned broadly before continuing. "Daniella ain't like that though and remember what she said about it?!"
Jolan laughed; then considered what his little cousin had just said. Jaime was right; although Jaime's older sister teased them, she wasn't as bad as his two older brothers; who were merciless in their torment of any younger relatives.
"Some of it doesn't even sound real though!" Jolan continued laughing. ”I mean who heard of a Guy coming to life and hacking people up to get revenge for a kid's death?! It sounds like a really bad horror film!"
"You've got it míxed up, as usual. It was the kid's ghost that possessed a Guy cos he accidentally burnt to death!" Jaime explained, exasperated wíth her cousin. ”There was a boy though; and he did get trapped in the bonfire; and he did burn to death when it was lit. Nobody could hear his screams through all the commotion going on!"
Jaime paused, looking at her cousin and laughing at his face (he had turned a sickly shade of green)
"Alright, alright! Shut up Jai! That's really rank!
"Okay! It is true though. My dad was in the same class as the boy!" Jaime said triumphantly.
That day after; after school Jolan went to his Aunt's and Uncle's for dinner and to put the finishing touches on the Guy in preparation for the fireworks display the next day. Sitting at the dinner table drinking tea after finishing a plate of eggs and chips, Jolan finished the mouthful of bread and butter and said.
"What was the name of the boy who was burnt on the bonfire in the 80s Uncle Frankie?!"
Frankie swallowed his tea and put the mug down on the table, and replied in his usual soft, low and deep voice. "It ain't fit talk for the dinner table Jol! What happened to him knocked this community for six, everyone around here knew his family really well, it destroyed his poor parents!"
Frankíe poured another cup of tea for himself and Terri (Jolan's Auntie) came to the table and sat down beside him.
" Martin Janus! Martin, that was his name!" She said looking slightly nervous at just the sound of the name.
"He was a bit of a loner, weren't he?!" Jolan said flippantly.
" Nah no not at all! On the contrary, he was ya dads, Patrick's, Owen's and my best mate!" Frankie said waving his hand dismissing Jolan's crass comment,
"We all used to knock around together! Me Jojo and your Mum Connie!" Terri continued her husband's sentence enthusiastically. Her eyes growing wide and bright, sparkling at the memory of her youth instantly making her look twenty years younger.
"Were you there when it happened?!... The night he died?!" Jolan asked cautiously, this time choosing his words and tone more carefully.
Terri looked at her nephew for a few drawn-out minutes before speaking again.
" We were late. Too late! Me, Jojo and Marnie were always late! We were getting ready for the bonfire and after Marnie had to pick her little brother up; her mum couldn't take him because the baby was sick." Terri looked across at her husband and said. "She really moaned about it didn't she Frank?!"
"Yeah, yes she was narked about ít! Owen and ya dad Patrick were at football practice. Me and Connie had to go shopping after school for your Gran, we were all going to meet at the Airpark at six that evening. Martin must have got there earlier to put the Guy in position: He was a right nerd sometimes!... Hahaha." Frankie's words trailed off then gave a sad, forced little laugh as he remembered their friend. "He was wearing my tracky jacket that night too! He borrowed it at school cos the temperature had dropped and he didn't want to wear his blazer out of school. It was my favourite too, the maroon one!"
Frankie coughed and looked away from the table clearly finding it hard to keep his composure.
Terri reached over and took Frankie's hand squeezing it gently. She took a deep breath and continued for him. "The police said he must have trípped and fell soon after he placed the Guy at the centre top of the bonfire. He knocked himself out cold. The bonfire was too high and treacherous for anyone to climb it alone; all those heavy bits of wood and kindling sticking out here, there and everywhere. He should have waited for us to get there! He should have stuck to the plan!"
Jolan looked at his Aunt and Uncle with the empathy of a thirty-year-old and there was a sombre yet comfortable silence.
"They found the... the remains three days later, but before that, there was a police search for him; we all looked for him too, ít was the worst week of our lives!" Terri said breaking the silence and getting up quickly to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
The morning of the 5th of November was cold and damp; the bonfire and firework display was on a knife-edge of being cancelled, but by the time Jolan met his older brother Lukas and their cousin Jaime outside their secondary school at three forty-five the day had dried out (if not warmed up) and as they started walking home to Jolan's and Lukas's house there was a buzz of excitement in the air
"We're home Mum! Dad!" Jolan called out from the hall. Lukas ran upstairs without saying a word.
"I'm in the kitchen!" His mum called back. Jaime went to the kitchen and embraced her Aunt warmly; Connie hugged her back saying " Hello you two! How was school?" She was surrounded by two pans of beans and chilli a tray of sausages and another of baked potatoes. On the side, there was a sticky toffee pudding and a tray of Cinder Toffee.
"It was Ok, I spose!" Jolan kissed his mum on the cheek
"Mmm! You've been busy!" Jaime said glancing around at all the food,
"Yes, I have; so hands off till later yeah?!" Connie slapped Jaime's hand playfully away from the Cinder Toffee. "You and Jol go get changed; we need to meet the others at five and you need to get the Guy from the shed too! "
"I swear it's moved Jol!" Jaime said looking perplexed and a little unnerved.
Jolan looked at his cousin and laughed joyfully. "Don't be stupid Jaime: It probably just fell on its side and me dad sat it back up again ín a different place no big deal!"
Jaime looked at him dubiously, then back at the Guy, and back at Jolan again. "Ok; let's get him to the car!"
When they arrived at the Airpark it was swarming with people. Families with excited rosy-cheeked children, young couples huddled together in romantic embraces and groups of kids shouting and running around boisterously. Jolan and Jaime lugged the Guy to the bonfire (which would be lit at exactly seven o'clock on the dot) and gave it to one of the organisers then went to find Nathan and Daniella.
They found the others with one of the group of rowdy kids that they all knew from school and they spent the next hour just walking around the small food and firework stalls where Jolan bought a packet of sparklers and Nathan tried to buy some real fireworks but wasn't old enough to the amusement of Jolan.
At ten to seven, the four cousins broke away from the rest of the group and made their way back to the designated meeting place where their parents told them to gather.
The firework display was the same as it always was every year; and Jolan told himself that this year was the last year that he was going to go with the rest of his family (Nathan was almost sixteen and he had his mates so he didn't mind hanging around with the family) but Jolan thought that at twelve the lure of the bright lights and the loud bangs, whirrs and whistles of the annual firework display were wearing thin.
"Jol!. Jol! Our Guy’s about to go on. Look, watch!" Jolan's train of thought was broken by Jaime’s excited squeals and he was snapped back into the present as he watched their pride and joy being placed at the top centre of the huge pyre and the three organisers who were about to light it.
Suddenly, there was a heavy strong wind that seemed to come from nowhere. It appeared to only be focused on the immediate vicinity of the bonfire, not really affecting the area beyond the bonfire.
"Where’s Ellie?! She was here a minute ago Ellie! A woman’s voice broke the expectant, uneasy silence and people began to move back and apart making little motions of movements rippling throughout the crowd of spectators
The attention of the crowd was now redirected away from the majestic bonfire to searching for a misplaced child. Glancing around at the adult's faces, Jolan couldn't help but notice and identify the look of sheer panic and anxiety,
Suddenly: Something caught his eye (just a flash of red amongst the darkness and gloom of the chilly night.) He looked in the direction that he saw the glimmer of colour and took a deep breath; while simultaneously grasping his cousin's shoulder to get her attention quickly.
" Erm Jaime! Jai, Jaime?!" It turned out he didn't need to do this as Jaime had seen it at exactly the same time. They looked at each other. "Come on quick!" Jolan whispered hoarsely, grabbing Jaime's hand; she looked at Jolan (slightly hesitantly) before shrugging and following him.
Jolan didn't want to be right about what he thought he had seen and the cold, damp hand of fear was already at the bottom of his spine slowly but surely making its way up his back resulting in even the simplest actions like putting one foot in front of the other an almost impossible task.
They ran to the back area of the Airpark where the organisers stored all the fireworks for the display and various other apparatus and materials; they ducked under the big notice with the words KEEP OUT. STAFF ONLY!" in big red letters, and got right to the back of the bonfire. The sounds of the crowd and the fireworks were deafening.
"This feels really dodgy Jol! I don't like it!
" Neither do...Jaime look!" They both looked in the same direction at the spirit of Martin Janus. He was standing there right in front of them bathed in an eerie silvery blue glow which illuminated him from head to toe. He didn't look like a ghost; he just looked like a boy around Nathan's age. He wore blue jeans and a maroon hoodie, his face and body weren't burnt or disfigured in any way, on the contrary, his features were fine and handsome with green eyes and a head of strawberry blonde hair, he did look incredibly sad.
He pointed. He pointed at the area just beside the edge of the bonfire (where the display area began) Jolan and Jaime looked at each other in bewilderment.
"There's nothing there Jol!?"
Jaime stepped forward gingerly and cocked her ear to the cold night air.
"What is it Jai?! what can you hear?!" Jaime put her finger to her mouth "Shh" she gestured to him to come nearer.
"I think I heard something over there!" She said, pointing in the same direction that the spirit of Martin Janus had. The two cousins ran over to the pile of lumber and firewood; it looked as though it had been disturbed recently like it had been scattered and strewn over the ground. They both stepped over the timber and listened carefully; they could hear a very faint crying, scuffling sound coming from further back amongst the stacked kindling.
Jolan and Jaime started to remove the wood away from the pile, every now and then Jolan looked over his shoulder to find their ghostly guide still gazing at their efforts sadly and with earnest concentration.
After another five minutes of rummaging through the wood; a small podgy baby hand appeared and the crying became clearer and loud, they continued removing the timber and soon a dirty little face became visible.
Jolan threw the wood to the ground while Jaime reached in and gently pulled, a cold and frightened five-year-old girl out of the piled up firewood. It was the missing girl, Ellie Eagan.
"What were you doing in there kid?!" Jolan asked the infant kindly. Jaime held the small girl in her arms as Jolan wrapped his jumper around her.
" I was looking for Sophie and I got stuck in the wood. I was crying for Mummy, but the nice boy said he would get someone to help me!" The small girl sobbed and wiped her nose on Jolan's jumper.
"What nice boy Ellie?!" Jaime asked softly, but they couldn't get much more out of Ellie so they gave up playing detectives and carried the missing girl back to be reunited with her mother
The hour which followed the reunion of Ellie Eagan and her family was a whirlwind of emotions, thanks and praises for the two young kids who found the small girl. Both Jolan and Jaime were slightly overwhelmed by the attention and by eight-thirty they just wanted to go home to chill out.
On the way home in the car; Jolan's dad Patrick turned to his son and niece and asked.
"How did you two know where to look for that baby?!"
"A friend showed us where to look!" They said ín unison.
"Well, I reckon you and your friend saved that baby's life!" Connie said proudly beaming broadly at both Jolan and Jaime. Both the cousins looked out of the window and waved at the figure of the boy in blue jeans and maroon hoodie. He waved back then slowly faded away.
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2020.09.18 17:24 Blackcat1206 Bonfire Night. (The Legend of Martin Janus.)

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it was two days before bonfire night and the weather forecast for the upcoming week promised a soggy miserable 5th of November (a total washout) and there were threats from the organisers that the public bonfire and fireworks display would be cancelled due to the bad weather, but like so much of the time, decisions made by the local council were made late and last minute.
Ever since the "Incident" back in the '80s, there was always a kind of unmentioned, sense of dread resonating from all the adults over forty leading up to the 5th of November every year which was totally lost on the children and young people in the area. Not that the kids weren't aware of the "Incident." Even the babies knew about the gruesome tragedy of the 5th November 1985 (usually via older siblings who, although not even born at that time, relished embellishing and exaggerating the details of the actual facts just to spook their younger brothers and sisters.
"It's all made up anyway! Nathan and Lukas only said it to freak us out; you know what they're like!"
Jaime looked unconvinced at her cousin as she jammed more straw in the leg of the Guy.
"I know most of it is made up, I'm not completely stupid ya know?!" She grinned broadly before continuing. "Daniella ain't like that though and remember what she said about it?!"
Jolan laughed; then considered what his little cousin had just said. Jaime was right; although Jaime's older sister teased them, she wasn't as bad as his two older brothers; who were merciless in their torment of any younger relatives.
"Some of it doesn't even sound real though!" Jolan continued laughing. ”I mean who heard of a Guy coming to life and hacking people up to get revenge for a kid's death?! It sounds like a really bad horror film!"
"You've got it míxed up, as usual. It was the kid's ghost that possessed a Guy cos he accidentally burnt to death!" Jaime explained, exasperated wíth her cousin. ”There was a boy though; and he did get trapped in the bonfire; and he did burn to death when it was lit. Nobody could hear his screams through all the commotion going on!"
Jaime paused, looking at her cousin and laughing at his face (he had turned a sickly shade of green)
"Alright, alright! Shut up Jai! That's really rank!
"Okay! It is true though. My dad was in the same class as the boy!" Jaime said triumphantly.
That day after; after school Jolan went to his Aunt's and Uncle's for dinner and to put the finishing touches on the Guy in preparation for the fireworks display the next day. Sitting at the dinner table drinking tea after finishing a plate of eggs and chips, Jolan finished the mouthful of bread and butter and said.
"What was the name of the boy who was burnt on the bonfire in the 80s Uncle Frankie?!"
Frankie swallowed his tea and put the mug down on the table, and replied in his usual soft, low and deep voice. "It ain't fit talk for the dinner table Jol! What happened to him knocked this community for six, everyone around here knew his family really well, it destroyed his poor parents!"
Frankíe poured another cup of tea for himself and Terri (Jolan's Auntie) came to the table and sat down beside him.
" Martin Janus! Martin, that was his name!" She said looking slightly nervous at just the sound of the name.
"He was a bit of a loner, weren't he?!" Jolan said flippantly.
" Nah no not at all! On the contrary, he was ya dads, Patrick's, Owen's and my best mate!" Frankie said waving his hand dismissing Jolan's crass comment,
"We all used to knock around together! Me Jojo and your Mum Connie!" Terri continued her husband's sentence enthusiastically. Her eyes growing wide and bright, sparkling at the memory of her youth instantly making her look twenty years younger.
"Were you there when it happened?!... The night he died?!" Jolan asked cautiously, this time choosing his words and tone more carefully.
Terri looked at her nephew for a few drawn-out minutes before speaking again.
" We were late. Too late! Me, Jojo and Marnie were always late! We were getting ready for the bonfire and after Marnie had to pick her little brother up; her mum couldn't take him because the baby was sick." Terri looked across at her husband and said. "She really moaned about it didn't she Frank?!"
"Yeah, yes she was narked about ít! Owen and ya dad Patrick were at football practice. Me and Connie had to go shopping after school for your Gran, we were all going to meet at the Airpark at six that evening. Martin must have got there earlier to put the Guy in position: He was a right nerd sometimes!... Hahaha." Frankie's words trailed off then gave a sad, forced little laugh as he remembered their friend. "He was wearing my tracky jacket that night too! He borrowed it at school cos the temperature had dropped and he didn't want to wear his blazer out of school. It was my favourite too, the maroon one!"
Frankie coughed and looked away from the table clearly finding it hard to keep his composure.
Terri reached over and took Frankie's hand squeezing it gently. She took a deep breath and continued for him. "The police said he must have trípped and fell soon after he placed the Guy at the centre top of the bonfire. He knocked himself out cold. The bonfire was too high and treacherous for anyone to climb it alone; all those heavy bits of wood and kindling sticking out here, there and everywhere. He should have waited for us to get there! He should have stuck to the plan!"
Jolan looked at his Aunt and Uncle with the empathy of a thirty-year-old and there was a sombre yet comfortable silence.
"They found the... the remains three days later, but before that, there was a police search for him; we all looked for him too, ít was the worst week of our lives!" Terri said breaking the silence and getting up quickly to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
The morning of the 5th of November was cold and damp; the bonfire and firework display was on a knife-edge of being cancelled, but by the time Jolan met his older brother Lukas and their cousin Jaime outside their secondary school at three forty-five the day had dried out (if not warmed up) and as they started walking home to Jolan's and Lukas's house there was a buzz of excitement in the air
"We're home Mum! Dad!" Jolan called out from the hall. Lukas ran upstairs without saying a word.
"I'm in the kitchen!" His mum called back. Jaime went to the kitchen and embraced her Aunt warmly; Connie hugged her back saying " Hello you two! How was school?" She was surrounded by two pans of beans and chilli a tray of sausages and another of baked potatoes. On the side, there was a sticky toffee pudding and a tray of Cinder Toffee.
"It was Ok, I spose!" Jolan kissed his mum on the cheek
"Mmm! You've been busy!" Jaime said glancing around at all the food,
"Yes, I have; so hands off till later yeah?!" Connie slapped Jaime's hand playfully away from the Cinder Toffee. "You and Jol go get changed; we need to meet the others at five and you need to get the Guy from the shed too! "
"I swear it's moved Jol!" Jaime said looking perplexed and a little unnerved.
Jolan looked at his cousin and laughed joyfully. "Don't be stupid Jaime: It probably just fell on its side and me dad sat it back up again ín a different place no big deal!"
Jaime looked at him dubiously, then back at the Guy, and back at Jolan again. "Ok; let's get him to the car!"
When they arrived at the Airpark it was swarming with people. Families with excited rosy-cheeked children, young couples huddled together in romantic embraces and groups of kids shouting and running around boisterously. Jolan and Jaime lugged the Guy to the bonfire (which would be lit at exactly seven o'clock on the dot) and gave it to one of the organisers then went to find Nathan and Daniella.
They found the others with one of the group of rowdy kids that they all knew from school and they spent the next hour just walking around the small food and firework stalls where Jolan bought a packet of sparklers and Nathan tried to buy some real fireworks but wasn't old enough to the amusement of Jolan.
At ten to seven, the four cousins broke away from the rest of the group and made their way back to the designated meeting place where their parents told them to gather.
The firework display was the same as it always was every year; and Jolan told himself that this year was the last year that he was going to go with the rest of his family (Nathan was almost sixteen and he had his mates so he didn't mind hanging around with the family) but Jolan thought that at twelve the lure of the bright lights and the loud bangs, whirrs and whistles of the annual firework display were wearing thin.
"Jol!. Jol! Our Guy’s about to go on. Look, watch!" Jolan's train of thought was broken by Jaime’s excited squeals and he was snapped back into the present as he watched their pride and joy being placed at the top centre of the huge pyre and the three organisers who were about to light it.
Suddenly, there was a heavy strong wind that seemed to come from nowhere. It appeared to only be focused on the immediate vicinity of the bonfire, not really affecting the area beyond the bonfire.
"Where’s Ellie?! She was here a minute ago Ellie! A woman’s voice broke the expectant, uneasy silence and people began to move back and apart making little motions of movements rippling throughout the crowd of spectators
The attention of the crowd was now redirected away from the majestic bonfire to searching for a misplaced child. Glancing around at the adult's faces, Jolan couldn't help but notice and identify the look of sheer panic and anxiety,
Suddenly: Something caught his eye (just a flash of red amongst the darkness and gloom of the chilly night.) He looked in the direction that he saw the glimmer of colour and took a deep breath; while simultaneously grasping his cousin's shoulder to get her attention quickly.
" Erm Jaime! Jai, Jaime?!" It turned out he didn't need to do this as Jaime had seen it at exactly the same time. They looked at each other. "Come on quick!" Jolan whispered hoarsely, grabbing Jaime's hand; she looked at Jolan (slightly hesitantly) before shrugging and following him.
Jolan didn't want to be right about what he thought he had seen and the cold, damp hand of fear was already at the bottom of his spine slowly but surely making its way up his back resulting in even the simplest actions like putting one foot in front of the other an almost impossible task.
They ran to the back area of the Airpark where the organisers stored all the fireworks for the display and various other apparatus and materials; they ducked under the big notice with the words KEEP OUT. STAFF ONLY!" in big red letters, and got right to the back of the bonfire. The sounds of the crowd and the fireworks were deafening.
"This feels really dodgy Jol! I don't like it!
" Neither do...Jaime look!" They both looked in the same direction at the spirit of Martin Janus. He was standing there right in front of them bathed in an eerie silvery blue glow which illuminated him from head to toe. He didn't look like a ghost; he just looked like a boy around Nathan's age. He wore blue jeans and a maroon hoodie, his face and body weren't burnt or disfigured in any way, on the contrary, his features were fine and handsome with green eyes and a head of strawberry blonde hair, he did look incredibly sad.
He pointed. He pointed at the area just beside the edge of the bonfire (where the display area began) Jolan and Jaime looked at each other in bewilderment.
"There's nothing there Jol!?"
Jaime stepped forward gingerly and cocked her ear to the cold night air.
"What is it Jai?! what can you hear?!" Jaime put her finger to her mouth "Shh" she gestured to him to come nearer.
"I think I heard something over there!" She said, pointing in the same direction that the spirit of Martin Janus had. The two cousins ran over to the pile of lumber and firewood; it looked as though it had been disturbed recently like it had been scattered and strewn over the ground. They both stepped over the timber and listened carefully; they could hear a very faint crying, scuffling sound coming from further back amongst the stacked kindling.
Jolan and Jaime started to remove the wood away from the pile, every now and then Jolan looked over his shoulder to find their ghostly guide still gazing at their efforts sadly and with earnest concentration.
After another five minutes of rummaging through the wood; a small podgy baby hand appeared and the crying became clearer and loud, they continued removing the timber and soon a dirty little face became visible.
Jolan threw the wood to the ground while Jaime reached in and gently pulled, a cold and frightened five-year-old girl out of the piled up firewood. It was the missing girl, Ellie Eagan.
"What were you doing in there kid?!" Jolan asked the infant kindly. Jaime held the small girl in her arms as Jolan wrapped his jumper around her.
" I was looking for Sophie and I got stuck in the wood. I was crying for Mummy, but the nice boy said he would get someone to help me!" The small girl sobbed and wiped her nose on Jolan's jumper.
"What nice boy Ellie?!" Jaime asked softly, but they couldn't get much more out of Ellie so they gave up playing detectives and carried the missing girl back to be reunited with her mother
The hour which followed the reunion of Ellie Eagan and her family was a whirlwind of emotions, thanks and praises for the two young kids who found the small girl. Both Jolan and Jaime were slightly overwhelmed by the attention and by eight-thirty they just wanted to go home to chill out.
On the way home in the car; Jolan's dad Patrick turned to his son and niece and asked.
"How did you two know where to look for that baby?!"
"A friend showed us where to look!" They said ín unison.
"Well, I reckon you and your friend saved that baby's life!" Connie said proudly beaming broadly at both Jolan and Jaime. Both the cousins looked out of the window and waved at the figure of the boy in blue jeans and maroon hoodie. He waved back then slowly faded away.
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2020.09.18 16:43 Blackcat1206 Bonfire Night. (The Legend of Martin Janus)

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it was two days before bonfire night and the weather forecast for the upcoming week promised a soggy miserable 5th of November (a total washout) and there were threats from the organisers that the public bonfire and fireworks display would be cancelled due to the bad weather, but like so much of the time, decisions made by the local council were made late and last minute.
Ever since the "Incident" back in the '80s, there was always a kind of unmentioned, sense of dread resonating from all the adults over forty leading up to the 5th of November every year which was totally lost on the children and young people in the area. Not that the kids weren't aware of the "Incident." Even the babies knew about the gruesome tragedy of the 5th November 1985 (usually via older siblings who, although not even born at that time, relished embellishing and exaggerating the details of the actual facts just to spook their younger brothers and sisters.
"It's all made up anyway! Nathan and Lukas only said it to freak us out; you know what they're like!"
Jaime looked unconvinced at her cousin as she jammed more straw in the leg of the Guy.
"I know most of it is made up, I'm not completely stupid ya know?!" She grinned broadly before continuing. "Daniella ain't like that though and remember what she said about it?!"
Jolan laughed; then considered what his little cousin had just said. Jaime was right; although Jaime's older sister teased them, she wasn't as bad as his two older brothers; who were merciless in their torment of any younger relatives.
"Some of it doesn't even sound real though!" Jolan continued laughing. ”I mean who heard of a Guy coming to life and hacking people up to get revenge for a kid's death?! It sounds like a really bad horror film!"
"You've got it míxed up, as usual. It was the kid's ghost that possessed a Guy cos he accidentally burnt to death!" Jaime explained, exasperated wíth her cousin. ”There was a boy though; and he did get trapped in the bonfire; and he did burn to death when it was lit. Nobody could hear his screams through all the commotion going on!"
Jaime paused, looking at her cousin and laughing at his face (he had turned a sickly shade of green)
"Alright, alright! Shut up Jai! That's really rank!
"Okay! It is true though. My dad was in the same class as the boy!" Jaime said triumphantly.
That day after; after school Jolan went to his Aunt's and Uncle's for dinner and to put the finishing touches on the Guy in preparation for the fireworks display the next day. Sitting at the dinner table drinking tea after finishing a plate of eggs and chips, Jolan finished the mouthful of bread and butter and said.
"What was the name of the boy who was burnt on the bonfire in the 80s Uncle Frankie?!"
Frankie swallowed his tea and put the mug down on the table, and replied in his usual soft, low and deep voice. "It ain't fit talk for the dinner table Jol! What happened to him knocked this community for six, everyone around here knew his family really well, it destroyed his poor parents!"
Frankíe poured another cup of tea for himself and Terri (Jolan's Auntie) came to the table and sat down beside him.
" Martin Janus! Martin, that was his name!" She said looking slightly nervous at just the sound of the name.
"He was a bit of a loner, weren't he?!" Jolan said flippantly.
" Nah no not at all! On the contrary, he was ya dads, Patrick's, Owen's and my best mate!" Frankie said waving his hand dismissing Jolan's crass comment,
"We all used to knock around together! Me Jojo and your Mum Connie!" Terri continued her husband's sentence enthusiastically. Her eyes growing wide and bright, sparkling at the memory of her youth instantly making her look twenty years younger.
"Were you there when it happened?!... The night he died?!" Jolan asked cautiously, this time choosing his words and tone more carefully.
Terri looked at her nephew for a few drawn-out minutes before speaking again.
" We were late. Too late! Me, Jojo and Marnie were always late! We were getting ready for the bonfire and after Marnie had to pick her little brother up; her mum couldn't take him because the baby was sick." Terri looked across at her husband and said. "She really moaned about it didn't she Frank?!"
"Yeah, yes she was narked about ít! Owen and ya dad Patrick were at football practice. Me and Connie had to go shopping after school for your Gran, we were all going to meet at the Airpark at six that evening. Martin must have got there earlier to put the Guy in position: He was a right nerd sometimes!... Hahaha." Frankie's words trailed off then gave a sad, forced little laugh as he remembered their friend. "He was wearing my tracky jacket that night too! He borrowed it at school cos the temperature had dropped and he didn't want to wear his blazer out of school. It was my favourite too, the maroon one!"
Frankie coughed and looked away from the table clearly finding it hard to keep his composure.
Terri reached over and took Frankie's hand squeezing it gently. She took a deep breath and continued for him. "The police said he must have trípped and fell soon after he placed the Guy at the centre top of the bonfire. He knocked himself out cold. The bonfire was too high and treacherous for anyone to climb it alone; all those heavy bits of wood and kindling sticking out here, there and everywhere. He should have waited for us to get there! He should have stuck to the plan!"
Jolan looked at his Aunt and Uncle with the empathy of a thirty-year-old and there was a sombre yet comfortable silence.
"They found the... the remains three days later, but before that, there was a police search for him; we all looked for him too, ít was the worst week of our lives!" Terri said breaking the silence and getting up quickly to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
The morning of the 5th of November was cold and damp; the bonfire and firework display was on a knife-edge of being cancelled, but by the time Jolan met his older brother Lukas and their cousin Jaime outside their secondary school at three forty-five the day had dried out (if not warmed up) and as they started walking home to Jolan's and Lukas's house there was a buzz of excitement in the air
"We're home Mum! Dad!" Jolan called out from the hall. Lukas ran upstairs without saying a word.
"I'm in the kitchen!" His mum called back. Jaime went to the kitchen and embraced her Aunt warmly; Connie hugged her back saying " Hello you two! How was school?" She was surrounded by two pans of beans and chilli a tray of sausages and another of baked potatoes. On the side, there was a sticky toffee pudding and a tray of Cinder Toffee.
"It was Ok, I spose!" Jolan kissed his mum on the cheek
"Mmm! You've been busy!" Jaime said glancing around at all the food,
"Yes, I have; so hands off till later yeah?!" Connie slapped Jaime's hand playfully away from the Cinder Toffee. "You and Jol go get changed; we need to meet the others at five and you need to get the Guy from the shed too! "
"I swear it's moved Jol!" Jaime said looking perplexed and a little unnerved.
Jolan looked at his cousin and laughed joyfully. "Don't be stupid Jaime: It probably just fell on its side and me dad sat it back up again ín a different place no big deal!"
Jaime looked at him dubiously, then back at the Guy, and back at Jolan again. "Ok; let's get him to the car!"
When they arrived at the Airpark it was swarming with people. Families with excited rosy-cheeked children, young couples huddled together in romantic embraces and groups of kids shouting and running around boisterously. Jolan and Jaime lugged the Guy to the bonfire (which would be lit at exactly seven o'clock on the dot) and gave it to one of the organisers then went to find Nathan and Daniella.
They found the others with one of the group of rowdy kids that they all knew from school and they spent the next hour just walking around the small food and firework stalls where Jolan bought a packet of sparklers and Nathan tried to buy some real fireworks but wasn't old enough to the amusement of Jolan.
At ten to seven, the four cousins broke away from the rest of the group and made their way back to the designated meeting place where their parents told them to gather.
The firework display was the same as it always was every year; and Jolan told himself that this year was the last year that he was going to go with the rest of his family (Nathan was almost sixteen and he had his mates so he didn't mind hanging around with the family) but Jolan thought that at twelve the lure of the bright lights and the loud bangs, whirrs and whistles of the annual firework display were wearing thin.
"Jol!. Jol! Our Guy’s about to go on. Look, watch!" Jolan's train of thought was broken by Jaime’s excited squeals and he was snapped back into the present as he watched their pride and joy being placed at the top centre of the huge pyre and the three organisers who were about to light it.
Suddenly, there was a heavy strong wind that seemed to come from nowhere. It appeared to only be focused on the immediate vicinity of the bonfire, not really affecting the area beyond the bonfire.
"Where’s Ellie?! She was here a minute ago Ellie! A woman’s voice broke the expectant, uneasy silence and people began to move back and apart making little motions of movements rippling throughout the crowd of spectators
The attention of the crowd was now redirected away from the majestic bonfire to searching for a misplaced child. Glancing around at the adult's faces, Jolan couldn't help but notice and identify the look of sheer panic and anxiety,
Suddenly: Something caught his eye (just a flash of red amongst the darkness and gloom of the chilly night.) He looked in the direction that he saw the glimmer of colour and took a deep breath; while simultaneously grasping his cousin's shoulder to get her attention quickly.
" Erm Jaime! Jai, Jaime?!" It turned out he didn't need to do this as Jaime had seen it at exactly the same time. They looked at each other. "Come on quick!" Jolan whispered hoarsely, grabbing Jaime's hand; she looked at Jolan (slightly hesitantly) before shrugging and following him.
Jolan didn't want to be right about what he thought he had seen and the cold, damp hand of fear was already at the bottom of his spine slowly but surely making its way up his back resulting in even the simplest actions like putting one foot in front of the other an almost impossible task.
They ran to the back area of the Airpark where the organisers stored all the fireworks for the display and various other apparatus and materials; they ducked under the big notice with the words KEEP OUT. STAFF ONLY!" in big red letters, and got right to the back of the bonfire. The sounds of the crowd and the fireworks were deafening.
"This feels really dodgy Jol! I don't like it!
" Neither do...Jaime look!" They both looked in the same direction at the spirit of Martin Janus. He was standing there right in front of them bathed in an eerie silvery blue glow which illuminated him from head to toe. He didn't look like a ghost; he just looked like a boy around Nathan's age. He wore blue jeans and a maroon hoodie, his face and body weren't burnt or disfigured in any way, on the contrary, his features were fine and handsome with green eyes and a head of strawberry blonde hair, he did look incredibly sad.
He pointed. He pointed at the area just beside the edge of the bonfire (where the display area began) Jolan and Jaime looked at each other in bewilderment.
"There's nothing there Jol!?"
Jaime stepped forward gingerly and cocked her ear to the cold night air.
"What is it Jai?! what can you hear?!" Jaime put her finger to her mouth "Shh" she gestured to him to come nearer.
"I think I heard something over there!" She said, pointing in the same direction that the spirit of Martin Janus had. The two cousins ran over to the pile of lumber and firewood; it looked as though it had been disturbed recently like it had been scattered and strewn over the ground. They both stepped over the timber and listened carefully; they could hear a very faint crying, scuffling sound coming from further back amongst the stacked kindling.
Jolan and Jaime started to remove the wood away from the pile, every now and then Jolan looked over his shoulder to find their ghostly guide still gazing at their efforts sadly and with earnest concentration.
After another five minutes of rummaging through the wood; a small podgy baby hand appeared and the crying became clearer and loud, they continued removing the timber and soon a dirty little face became visible.
Jolan threw the wood to the ground while Jaime reached in and gently pulled, a cold and frightened five-year-old girl out of the piled up firewood. It was the missing girl, Ellie Eagan.
"What were you doing in there kid?!" Jolan asked the infant kindly. Jaime held the small girl in her arms as Jolan wrapped his jumper around her.
" I was looking for Sophie and I got stuck in the wood. I was crying for Mummy, but the nice boy said he would get someone to help me!" The small girl sobbed and wiped her nose on Jolan's jumper.
"What nice boy Ellie?!" Jaime asked softly, but they couldn't get much more out of Ellie so they gave up playing detectives and carried the missing girl back to be reunited with her mother
The hour which followed the reunion of Ellie Eagan and her family was a whirlwind of emotions, thanks and praises for the two young kids who found the small girl. Both Jolan and Jaime were slightly overwhelmed by the attention and by eight-thirty they just wanted to go home to chill out.
On the way home in the car; Jolan's dad Patrick turned to his son and niece and asked.
"How did you two know where to look for that baby?!"
"A friend showed us where to look!" They said ín unison.
"Well, I reckon you and your friend saved that baby's life!" Connie said proudly beaming broadly at both Jolan and Jaime. Both the cousins looked out of the window and waved at the figure of the boy in blue jeans and maroon hoodie. He waved back then slowly faded away.
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2020.09.17 17:11 jesuisqui I'm starting to wake up. Now how do I escape? Do I need more convincing?

So a bit of background...
I'm a guy and live with my mother and older brother. My mum was always religious and was contacted by witnesses on the door to door ministry when I was 6 years old. She instantly starting studying and of course, made us all study as a family. I then got baptised at 12 years old and my older brother a year later (he's now a hardcore pioneer, his devotion is almost worrying). I have a large family, but it is only us three that were witnesses.
I've always been an impressionable kid who was curious about the world, but I always felt that I got baptised too early as I didn't fully understand what I was getting myself into, and it was in a sense just a right of passage among the jw youths. The younger you got baptised, the more "spiritual" you were thought to be.
Even after got baptised I never really "made the truth my own" and would struggle with my faith and contemplated leaving so many times, but of course, as a kid, I had to listen to my mum and continue going to meetings doing the most I could and not disappoint her, and that's what I did.
As I grew up I noticed that I like girls (a lot) and often times they liked me. I had no trouble getting the girl I wanted once I reached the age of about 17. I didn't know how to control myself as I never had this level of interest in me before. I had various girlfriends between the ages of 17 and 21 and essentially lived a double life, but never done the "deed", the most i'd done was oral. Anyway, remember how i mentioned my brother? Yeah well he was/is scary faithful. He was the type to rat you out if he found out you were doing something unscriptural. So he found out about one particular girlfriend and gave me an ultimatum: "Tell the elders or I will". So that left me no choice but to tell the elders, and I had to dump this girl who I really really liked and could see a future with. So they reproved me for a while because I confessed and hadn't committed a serious sin. I did feel they handled it with care, these elders had seen me grow up so they kinda treated me like their son.
So at that point (i'm around 21 years of age), I'm working hard to "get right with God". I eventually get my privileges back (answer up at meetings, do roving mics, read the watchtower, give talks etc).
Anyways, fast forward now I'm 23 years old and I'm "reaching out" trying to do what I can. I've been reading my bible regularly, I have two bible studies and I was contemplating going part-time to pioneer (Because i made the decision to get a degree despite all this no uni talk, I have a great job right now). They would call me "an exemplary brother". Even then though I often get doubts about what I'm studying, and question almost everything but then I've been trained to pray and "leave it to Jehovah" or research any questions - ONLY from jw resources.
OK SO...here are where my reservations come into play. Firstly, I don't like the fact that we're discouraged from reading any material other than from jw sources. I find that highly suspicious because if it is the truth, then surely whatever you read elsewhere would pale into insignificance. A logically reasoning person would be able to ascertain what's fact or not wherever they read it from.
This brings me onto my second reservation which is a DEAL BREAKER for me. So when out on the ministry I would often hear people saying "jw's protect child abusers" but not knowing to what extent. I always thought yes of course there are going to be a few bad apples in every organisation, but that's what the disfellowshipping arrangement is for....to protect the congregation. I was wrong. I done what the organisation absolutely discourages you to do and started researching. Anyway, I found that it's not "just a few bad apples", it's the whole fabric of the organisation itself. This whole secretive hush culture is wild to me. I read that it's the GB themselves that protect the child abusers, not just a few bad apples. There is a current court order for them to pay $4000 a day for every day they fail to release documents exposing past and current sex offenders. And the Watchtower are willingly paying this fine. So not only are they protecting these criminals, but they're using our donations to do it. This is just something that I cannot rock with. You can read more information about it here: https://www.revealnews.org/blog/jehovahs-witnesses-tab-for-child-sex-abuse-secrecy-2m-and-counting/?utm_source=Reveal&utm_medium=social_media&utm_campaign=twitter
And my final reservation is, of course, being essentially cut off from family. The majority of my family aren't jw's and I love them all, but I often have to turn down their invites (if I even get any anymore) to things like birthdays and christmas because these are the times they usually do things as a family. But we're never there. In addition to that, "bloom of youth" is strong and so it feels like torture having to suppress my feelings when I see a girl i want to talk to or have to turn down any genuine interest that comes my way, not to mention the constant battle against porn. And I am not the type to get married just to have sex. No way am I going to lock myself into something like that to receive some ass I know I could get on a random night out if I wanted to.
So yeah the major issue is this protection of paedophiles and criminals more than the victims themselves (I instantly stopped my donations by the way). But it's a whole host of doubts and things I don't like over the years. Like for example, this might seem trivial to some but it's kind of a big deal for me...if you're trying to reach out, beards are a NO NO, and i've been counselled on it many times as if it was a sin. This is a problem because having a beard is not unscriptural, and half the "faithful men of old" they show us in the publications have heavy beards...so why can't I? One of my friends has terrible bumps because he has to shave since he is an appointed man. It looks horrible. A beard is a natural thing for men, why cut it for the sake of pleasing a few other men or even the congregation? I'm pretty sure if the society never made it a big deal, nobody would care. It's like when back in the day people would side eye you if you had a tablet during the meeting, but now elders are giving talks at a convention from their tablets. Perceptions in the congregation can change.
I digress now...I guess i'm asking for advice on what to do. I'm 23 now and I live with my mum and bro and they will definitely kick me out if I were to get df'd. I read somewhere on here about fading away? I just know whatever I do, they're going to be on me like pit bulls urging me to come back and take it serious again, and it's sad that my mum's and brother's happiness would depend on what decision I make.
Here something funny though. Do you want to know how I found this subreddit? I asked my elder for a pioneer form but since we're in lockdown he couldn't give me one and told me to search online....now here I am looool
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2020.09.17 14:10 lovingly11 Alpha female (?)

Hi, everyone! :))
I (21f) was talking to my friend (21m) one night (we've had a few drinks before that) and he told me that the reason I'm single is because I'm too "dominant" and "intimidating". He continued to explain boys like girls who are more "passive" and "submissive". I talked to some other male friends after that and they agreed.
I would like to add a short description of myself, which might help you understand why my friend said that. (According to others) I'm kind and polite, I like taking care of others and making them feel heard, loved and appreciated. I am mostly known to be mature and peaceful, but in the past I'd let people cross my boundaries and I've been hurt several times because of that, which has taught me to stand up for myself, to stand up for what I believe in and most importantly to express my feelings and solve conflicts on the spot. So if someone is rude to me or rude to my friends, I speak up (in an assertive way, of course). So I guess "loud" is a good word to add to this description. I also like to express my opinions and start debates with others, these conversations are usually very respectful and rarely end in an argument. I also prefer to take the lead in organization since I have a lot of experience with planning stuff and am in general an organised, responsible person.
In the past I've only been involved with a few guys (nothing serious), but sooner or later they started competing with me in who is more dominant (one guy desperately wanted me to admit that he was the alpha here?). I'm a bit worried that guys see me as "too much" because of the way I am, but I like being like that. I don't want to be "less" or quieter or more submissive. My friends told me that I definitely shouldn't change and that maybe when I'm older I'll meet men (not boys) who will see my characteristics as valuable.
I was wondering what you guys think about this and the whole "alpha female" thing. (Is anyone else in the same situation and is a bit worried?)
p.s. I am in no rush to be in a relationship, this was just the first time I saw my "dominance" as something negative, so I was just wondering ...
edit 1: I would like to explain what I meant with "I like to express my opinions and start debates with others". I really like talking to different people and hearing their opinions, since I am mostly meeting knowledgable people, so I usually start a conversation or ask them questions to start a debate. As I already emphasized, these conversations are respectful, and if they are not, I politely remove myself from the situation. I understand from what I wrote I can seem like someone who likes to provoke people, but I assure you, that is never my intention.
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2020.09.17 01:10 kindofbrill Time To Change Campaign

For the 16th time this month, hello everyone! I hope you’re all doing great. :) This is for Suicide Prevention Month.
Today, I read a handful of articles on a former Love Island contestant, Dr. Alex George. Unfortunately, with a heavy heart, Alex’s brother, Llyr, took is own life in July following a battle with Mental Health. Before I start, my heart goes out to the family, such awful news. This news struck my nation (Wales), as he is also from Wales.
On the UK show “Lorraine”, Alex made his first appearance on television to discuss the matter of his brother. Understandably, Alex said that he will never over this tragedy and pleaded that everyone who is suffering with Mental Health illness, to go and receive the help and support that they deserve. Today post will revolve around receive help and support if you’re battling with Mental Health, it is crucial to do so.
A quote from Alex: ** "Mental health can affect anyone and I think that's something I think is so important that we all need to realise. Mental health and physical health are akin, it is an illness and that's why it's so important that we treat it that way**”.
As Alex said, Mental Health can affect anyone. It is important to treat everyone with kindness.
"Please look after yourselves and realise the importance of self-care. Reach out and ask for help, there is no shame in it, don't be afraid”.
To whoever is reading this, if you’re batting with Mental Health in silence, speak out today. There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed about. You’re a strong person, filled with courage and knowledge. But, you won’t experience the courage and knowledge inside of you ever again, unless you SPEAK OUT.
There is an organisation called “Time To Change: Let’s End Mental Health Discrimination”. It is a campaign for people to change the way to think about Mental Health and how to act upon Mental Health problems. On this website, you’re able to post your very own story and experience. You can do so here: https://www.time-to-change.org.uk/blog/speak-and-speak-out-about-mental-health. Share everything that’s on your mind. :)
A very useful website for you to share you stories. If you’re willing to share, please do so. It will not only help YOU and boost your confidence, but it will help others to speak out regarding their Mental Health.
Once again, the website is... https://www.time-to-change.org.uk.
Thank you for reading guys and girls. It there’s something bothering you, keeping you awake at night or make you feel more distant towards your family and friends, speak to someone. If you’re asking yourself WHO to speak to, there are many people out there: your father, mother, brother, sister, grandmother, grandfather, uncover, aunt, friends, co-worker, your neighbour. Also, there are Mental Health charities out there, such as: CALM, Mind, No Panic, OCD UK, Samaritans, SANE, YoungMinds and much more.
Don’t be ashamed, embarrassed, nervous or scared about speaking out. Now’s the time to do so! But, if you’re in need to start off slow by talking to someone else first, my PM’s are always open. I’m proud to say I’ve helped a lot of people out in the past to take those important first steps to conquering the illness.
I’m always here for you! As Alex said, Mental Health can affect anyone, and if you’re here to grab some tips or advice for a family member, once again, I’m more than happy to provide you with as much information as possible.
Lastly, my heart goes out to Alex and his family. With what has been said, Llyr was a very bright young man with a fantastic career ahead of him. Alex will carry his legacy with him with pride and passion. God bless Alex and his family. He will be looking down at you.
Thanks everyone! Have a great Wednesday/Thursday! :)
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