Preety_India

That's good for you.. How is it going so far? You seem to be making tremendous progress. Would love to know more.

Targeted, harassed, bullied... Not exactly the kind of experience I was looking for. My beginning here was good when I didn't talk to anyone. The day I began interacting, things got really worse. I can't handle being trolled too much. It's kinda nasty tbh.. In a few weeks I'll quit the forum.

Rosa shows a large copper plate. I'm astounded. It feels surreal. The copper plate looks like it's morphing. It almost looks like a mirror. Some sacred artifact. I finish eating breakfast.

That's what i meant. It's not just an internet thing, it's IRL. If women were so desperate for sex and feeling such great anxiety then we would have large groups of women simply going insane for it and grabbing any man they get. But that's not the case. Sex is not even on my mind 24/7. It makes perfect sense that men experience this anxiety because men experience horniness on a much higher levels than women, women are horny in the moment but not all the time, that also explains why women don't do the approaching, women aren't shamed if they are virgins, in fact in certain cultures women are appreciated if they're virgins. So women don't have to deal with the social brunt of being single, plus they don't experience intense needs for sex, not on the levels as men or women would have hired dating coaches if they were single, most single women appear just fine with their lives, I've seen married women complain a lot about their children and how difficult marriage is etc etc. Single women tend to feel free. So sexual frustration and anxiety is primarily a male phenomenon, a few women experience it, however the scale on which women experience it is nowhere close to what men experience, with men it's a huge proportion as you can see by the number of dating coaches and resources men invest into getting women.

@Roy then why there are no incel groups for women in real life. Why do these groups only exist for men?

I'm woken up in the morning by a thud like sound outside the window. I am scared to leave my room I hear a knock on my room door. I walk up to the door and open it. It's Rosa. She says breakfast is ready and that I should join her at the breakfast table in the dining hall.. I tell her I'll be there. I get showered and ready. When I open my closet I see a ton of clothes, but all of them are long silky gowns with long sleeves and deep necks. I pick a purple gown and slip myself into it.. My breasts kinda pop out of the gown, there's not even one high neck gown. I don't want to walk around with these low neck long dresses but there's no choice. I walk towards the dining hall and I finally find my seat opposite to Rosa. I sit gently. There's toast and fruits and coffee. I eat as much as I can because I'm too hungry from yesterday's antics. Rosa shows a large copper plate

There's a large bed in my room. Beautiful and spacious room. My bed is a canopy. I am too exhausted. I simply collapse in the bed. I want to think nothing. Cool breeze blows in through the window and puts me to sleep. I can feel the ghostly lullaby in the air. It's a windy chilly night. .. Feels like a ghost town.

I want to forget that I'm at Rosa's house. The prospect itself is too frightening. Rosa places her hand on my shoulder and tries to shake me up. I wake up terrified. I look frighteningly at her and scream loudly - "oh my God!" She tries to calm me down and whispers into my ears that it's time to go to my room.. My room was down the hallway to the right, hers to the left. As I enter my room, Rosa gives me a hug and wishes me goodnight. I softly wish her the same

I'm too terrified to look at Rosa. She looks very solemn, a cold dead expression on her face. Her face and hands are so cold to touch. She looks ashen. Her eyes look large and dead. Her hair is long and neatly placed. She wears no jewelry. Her lips look purplish. Her cream and black top and long skirt looks old and crumpled. She looks weak and feeble. She has a matronly gaze and she looks at me like she is my home servant but with a sinister gaze. I find her suspicious. I wish I had simply denied her offer at the airport.

I'm too tired to ask anything. I might just rest and go to sleep in that big comfy chair. I don't know about Rosa. All I know is that she might have trapped me inside her house. There is no other explanation. I'm too embarrassed to ask her. What does she want from me? Why would she bring me to such a desolate house? I have nowhere to go and nobody to contact. My phone is about to die and there is no network on my phone. What place is this? There's not a phone in sight, no land or house phone, no communication method. There was electricity but only for light and fan and a few appliances.

Rosa's house is absolutely beautiful. I see beautiful furniture, quite ornate. A royal fireplace. But I'm thinking to myself that a fireplace won't be necessary given the hot day. As I move through the hallway to see other rooms,, I experience a sudden coldness. I look around and through the glass pane I can see Rosa lighting up the fireplace. I run towards the nearest window to look outside. And I see snow outside. I'm confused. When I came to the place there was no snow. I immediately run to the Main door and fling it open. I'm greeted by the harshest cold wind and snow everywhere. I'm feeling a gnawing sense of fear overcoming me. I look around nervously. Not a house in sight. Not a human being, not a dog, not a car, nothing except dead trees swaying in the cold icy winds. All I can see are roads, lanes, trees and street lamps but nothing else. Where am I? I hear footsteps behind me. Its Rosa looking at me inquisitively. I am totally sweaty with nervousness. I close the door and walk towards the fireplace and collapse into a nearby chair.. I want to hear nothing. I want to see nothing. I want to know nothing. I just know I'm trapped.... With this woman in this cold place. She comes to me and places a warm blanket on me. I feel good and warm but I'm still worried. I really don't feel like asking her anything. She looks secretive and suspicious to me

Liz hugged me goodbye and left. The flight would take 17 hours to reach Japan. Rosa walks up to me grabs my arm and tells me that I can leave with her. I wave at an airport taxi to take me home but the driver tells me a hefty amount to drop at liz's home. I didn't have that much money with me and Rosa comes behind me again and offers to go with her. I reluctantly agree to leave with her. Rosa takes me to her house which looks really old and grand. It looks beautiful and big. Rosa opens the door and let's me in.

Continued. She wore long sleeves, with a cream colored top and a long flowing skirt that reached her ankle. She wore a cute floral brooch on her left side.. Her dress appeared kinda outdated. she introduced herself as Rosa and said she was a friend of Liz. I welcomed her in. She was quite petite and charming and told me to sit down. I was a bit nervous, it was a new place, I didn't know if I was supposed to trust her. I didn't even know if she was really Liz's friend. She said that Liz was waiting at the coffee shop and had met an old friend there and had ordered some ice cream for me, and as she said that she handed me the ice cream. I was too hungry to think about anything else so I grabbed the ice cream and began eating. As we chatted, I told her about Liz's predicament of the Japan flight. I told her that it was tough for me to return back since I hasn't made any plans that day. Rosa told me not to worry and that I could rest a few nights at her house until I make plans to return back. I was delighted at this prospect. There was no harm after all Rosa was so gentle and demure. Then Rosa got up and decided to leave. I waved her goodbye. After a few minutes someone knocked on the door again. This time it was Liz. Liz told me to help her with packing things and hurry up. There was too much confusion. As Liz was packing her stuff, I casually asked her about Rosa and how she had come to visit. Liz gave a perplexed look. She said she doesn't recollect having a friend named Rosa. But Liz was too busy too pay any more attention and she once again started hurriedly packing and stuffing her clothes. Once she was ready she took me to the airport and on the way she was talking to a friend on the phone. We reached the airport. At the airport, Liz met the same friend who she had been talking to on the phone just a few moments ago. There was a small crowd at the airport and I turned around and spotted Rosa in the crowd. I immediately signaled Liz to look at Rosa but Liz was too busy chatting with her friend. After a few minutes, Liz came to me and hugged me and told me it was time to go. She told me that she would arrange for me to live in a hotel for a few days once she reached Japan

One day I took the train straight to Zeilba station to meet a friend. Her name was Liz. She was leaving for Japan. Her flight was in 4 days. So I thought I had enough to spend with her at her house and then i could take the return train on the last day when she leaves for her flight. I reached Zeilba station at 2pm. It was afternoon and the scorching heat was making me dizzy. Liz had come to pick me up. We went to her gorgeous house and I took some rest I spent the night there Next morning when I woke up, I saw Liz hurrying through the hallway. She sounded tensed. She was talking to someone on the phone. And she came to me and told me that she needed to hurry up and take an urgent flight to Japan.. Her parents in Alaska had already booked the flight for her a few days ago.. And now she wanted to get ready to go the airport. She had canceled the flight which was after 3 days. She now wanted to leave as soon as possible. She told me to relax as she would go grab some coffee from a nearby coffee house. She told me she would decide things once she is back. I was too sleepy and exhausted to decide anything. I simply nodded my head. I sat back in my warm bed. There was a book on the bedside table and I picked the book and began reading it. Liz left for the coffee house and bolted the door behind her. It was nearly an hour and I was growing impatient. I was waiting for Liz to come back.. I took a few sips of water and I felt a bit refreshed and that's when I heard a knock on the main entrance door. I hurriedly ran to the door eager to receive Liz. And I opened the door but there was no Liz. Instead I saw a rather odd looking woman, quite matronly, dressed in clothing that was quite odd given it was a hot summer day. She wore long sleeves, with a cream colored top and a long flowing skirt that reached her ankle.

Safety first, ghost later. It's not like you see a ghost and walk up to him and say, "hello ghost, how are you?" do you?

@BipolarGrowth I do feel a connection with Shiva.

Introducing a Robot character Druxzy.

There is absolutely nothing that can save you. Not in this part of town. There's a subway train that runs through Zeilba and stops at Zeilba station. Sometimes people who board the train at the station experience sudden coldness and feelings of dread like someone is watching them. Sometimes they hear a masculine sound and sometimes it's a female voice. Too many spooky sounds. It seems Zeilba has hidden secrets. The town had many grave sites on which houses were built. These grave sites are places where people who died in neighboring towns were buried. Zeilba residents often tell the story of a young family consisting of children and parents and elder siblings who were killed in a massive house fire centuries ago. The children were Oliveira and Gavin. The siblings were Rosalind and Oswald. The parents were Catherine and Maurice. All of them died in the huge fire. It is said that the ghosts of these dead people haunt the station, the forest, the foothills and sometimes the roads and lanes, even homes. Its generally the ghost of Rosalind and Oswald that people used to report seeing often. The ghosts were immediately seen by neighbors soon after the deaths. That's how they were recognized Sometimes you hear children screaming in the hallways of the station.

A story of a ghost in a remote town. Far away from the suburbs. Where nobody usually goes. The place was known as Zeilba. And it was famous for one thing. Ghosts.

@SamC you're welcome.

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Reading a book on Egyptian civilization.

Then stay for a day. Paying your final respects to the deceased is important in whichever culture. But if you don't want to do it, then so be it, your choice

@StarStruck @StarStruck so I guess it gets wrapped in a day. Attending the funeral and 5 hours flight back You can go. Go ahead and book the flight. You can obviously adjust for a day.