MEMORIS 5: The Gatekeeper’s Fury Themes: Betrayal by world and by womb. Pain of survival. Dialogues with Olorun/Allah. Anger at divine abuse. Resentment, survival vs suicide. “I AM THE GATEKEEPER.” Curses, rage, lament. Candlelight in the void.

One of the most haunted locations in America. Shadow figures seen and voices heard down hallways. Continue to read the small note to know more about this historic building.

This is a summary of two of my scary, funny and embarrassing stories. None of this is to be taken seriously, only with humour 🤡👻👹🎥💀

This article explores the versatility, reliability, and surprising ingenuity of owning a Subaru, highlighting real-life experiences, DIY modifications, and ways it supports survival, adventure, and daily life. It blends personal stories with practical insights, showing how a Subaru isn’t just a car — it’s a tool, a companion, and a lifeline for navigating both urban and wild landscapes.

On January 26, 2016, a significant turning point occurred when several key leaders, including Ammon Bundy and LaVoy Finicum, left the refuge in a two-vehicle convoy. State and federal authorities executed a traffic stop on U.S. Route 395. Ammon Bundy and several others in the first vehicle surrendered peacefully. However, Finicum, driving the second vehicle, refused to comply with orders and fled, leading to a pursuit. The pursuit ended when Finicum encountered a roadblock. Instead of stopping, Finicum drove his truck into a snowbank. What followed was a fatal confrontation during which LaVoy Finicum was shot and killed by Oregon State Police. This event marked a dramatic escalation of the standoff and became a major point of contention and investigation.

This seems happy but it’s sorrowful to me. How can the most important person to you go to past tense so quick?

This journey has been the most painful of my life, yet it has also been the most defining. Losing Mark—and my sister before him—taught me resilience, compassion, and how to carry love and memory through unimaginable grief. I share my story to honor their lives and to show that even when life takes everything from you, strength can grow from heartbreak.

Some stories fade with time. Others linger like ghosts. On a crisp October night in 1998, Lily Graves-a quiet, artistic teenager from the small town of Locust Hollow- vanished without a sound. Her bedroom was locked from the inside. No one saw her leave. No one ever saw her again. What remains is a diary, a haunting final entry...and a town still asking questions. This is the story of The Vanishing of Lily Graves- a true crime mystery wrapped in silence, shadows, and suspicion.

The ongoing conflict in Gaza has been accompanied by a surge of misinformation. From fabricated stories to manipulated images, both sides have been targets and sources of fake news, complicating the global understanding of the situation.

"...still hoping for that 'see you later" in some way." With a love that will never fade, Your Chuch

The basic information on the previous fires that took place in the Los Angeles region, January 2025.

This is the story about and what happened to Emmitt Till and the story behind it and this piece was written during the time Carolyn Bryant Donham passed away.

The Destructive Power of Hurricane Milton: How to Stay Safe and Rebuild

When i was younger in my teens i had a son . i made a lot of bad choices in my life except for my three sons and two daughters they was the bestthing i ever did. Until i meet my last two sons father starting uding drugs and then my 3 kids was with my mom so i only had my one son. the baby passed at two1/2 years old.

The account on decade long scourge of insecurity, the battle against it and our hopes of winning

Latest Earthquake in Iran On June 26, 2024, a 4.9 magnitude earthquake struck the province of Hormozgan in southern Iran, resulting in the tragic loss of four lives and leaving 120 others injured.

With tears in his eyes, he did as she begged. Vowing before he did, to share her story told true. This would never happen again, and he was eternally sorry.

I spend my time thinking and turning, wondering what next? I hear people laughing and gossiping at my misfortune, but I say nothing. How can I speak up? Life has been hard, relentlessly cruel, kicking me over and again, trying to break my esteem, spirit, and confidence. From the cover of my bed,

I avoid the cold as much as humanly possible. And now, with everything delivered, I practically hibernate. Winter, to me, is anything below 8 degrees Celsius. Anything less, and my ability to function decreases drastically. Today, the cold is the only thing keeping me alive, shock enough to bring me back to reality, pain enough to stop me from drawing my own blood. There's no silver this time, only darkness.

With her beguiling smile and gentle demeanor, Gunness possessed an uncanny ability to ensnare the unsuspecting. Through carefully crafted personal ads, she lured lonely hearts to her doorstep with promises of love and companionship. Yet, beneath her charm lay a heart as cold as the Midwestern winters, driven not by passion, but by greed. As the flames consumed her farmhouse and the truth emerged from the ashes, the full extent of her depravity was laid bare. Amongst the ruins, investigators uncovered the grim evidence of her crimes: the charred remains of her victims, their lives extinguished in the pursuit of her insatiable lust for wealth. But even in death, remained an enigma. The mystery of her missing head fueled speculation that she had orchestrated her own demise. And so, as the embers smoldered and the echoes of her crimes faded into the night, the legend of Belle Gunness was born—a cautionary tale of the darkness that dwells within us all.