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I won't tell you that, but I'll tell you the worst thing that ever happened to me ... the most dreadful thing ...ā
Feb 14, 2025
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whether they involve ghosts or time warping or crop circles, I love to listen to peopleās stories about their brushes with the unknownā¦.this is one that happened when I was around seven years old, and recall so vividly it plays like a movie in my mind:
One morning, when my sister and I were very small, my family took us to Santa Fe to visit our uncle. We stayed in a gorgeous old adobe hacienda-style home, with my sister and I sharing a room. One early morning, our first one there, my sister (around four years old at the time) woke all of us up when she ran out of the bathroom absolutely hysterical, screaming that a man was in the bathroom. My parents, jumping to the conclusion that there mustāve been a peeping Tom in the tiny stained glass window adjacent to the toilet, scoured the area for anyone, or any sign of anyone. of course, they found nothing.
Later, when she was calmer and more intelligible, my sister told us a tall man wearing a coat and hat had appeared directly in front of her out of thin air, and sheād had to run around him to escape the bathroom. That evening, when my parents described the incident to my uncle (an architect whose boss graciously allowed us to stay in that house), he told us that while his boss had made jokes about the place being haunted, he never wouldāve guessed it was true.
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Sep 21, 2024
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So I lived in a house in Erie, PA which was haunted as fuck and I had several experiences there.
1. I helped the landlord (who is a good friend of mine) before I moved in because he got a report that someone had potentially broken into the house. We walked around the house and as we were leaving I went to close the door and something ripped it out of my hands and flung it open. I screamed but we didn't see anything there.
2. I holed up in this house during COVID and at the time only myself and my friend/landlord were living there and I began to really notice the activity when I had been there for a while. I would constantly hear walking through the house, even when we were both in our rooms or he was gone for the day. The walking was not just the house creaking, it was footsteps sounding off the ground. There was also some more conventional spooky stuff like seeing stuff peeking at me from hallways/doorways and shadow men standing around places.
3. The worst experience came when I was talking to two of my roommates one night (this was probably in fall of 2019). We were just chatting and suddenly I felt a hand come down hard on my shoulder. Nobody was behind me, nobody else was home but the three of us, so I have no idea what did this. I screamed and I'm not even sorry. To this day it is the most terrifying experience of my life.
There was some other minor activity and I had some friends tell me about a few weird things that happened when they hung around the house. My friend just told me he is selling the house so I suppose someone else will be saying hello to that house's other residents soon.
May 26, 2024
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āLife shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.ā
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This is uncharacteristically raw and personal, even for me, and pretty heavy! I know many of you have seen me posting through it and I feel safe to talk about it openly now that Iāve safely landed at the start of my new life. Itās honestly even a little bit embarrassing but I think itās important to share.
Iāve never publicly mentioned it on here, but I have a husband; as of Friday, weād have been together for 11 years, and weāve been married for 3 years as of 2/22. I realize now that I wanted to explore what I looked like outside of my relationship with him because I had lost that. This is why PI.FYI has been so meaningful to me as a space to express myself and connect with peopleāto rediscover my voice.
I had been living a lie this entire time, to others but worst of all to myself. Heās been verbally and emotionally abusive, physically but without touching me, to the point that every day I spent with him I was in danger. Iāve been shrinking myself and walking on eggshells to avoid making him insecure and provoking his casual put-downs and fits of rage, while hanging on for dear life to the threads of good I could see.
Iāve wanted so badly to leave, more than anything, but I felt like there was no way out and that this was just something I would need to endure indefinitelyābut someone who is so very dear to me helped me see that I have wings to fly, not by acting as my savior but by reminding me of my own power. The emotional safety they built and the gentle care they showed me made me feel like I could open up to them. With their encouragement I was brave enough to tell the truth to my friends, my family, my boss, and they have received me with warm, loving and open arms and rallied to support and protect me. The financial andĀ logistical aspects were the most intimidating to me and itās going to be tough for a while but Iām going to be better than okay!
Now Iām opening up to you. This isnāt the only abuse Iāve suffered in my life, and my old therapist told me she believed it was my mission to share my strength and light with others to inspire them and show them that change is possible.
I hope that by sharing this, I can reach even just one person who is going through something similar and show that they are not alone, and they are not weak. People with certain backgrounds may be more vulnerable to abuse, but it can happen to anyone. It thrives in darkness, shame, and isolationāand breaking that silence is the first step toward freedom.
Leaving is the scariest thing I have ever done but I have so many angels around me, and I am endlessly grateful. Thank you for being here with me š
Mar 16, 2025
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebodyābe it a relative or one of my best friendsāwas to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too š
Feb 23, 2025
Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ā
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Feb 27, 2025