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You see in the first pic that the light from the window is going through the curtains? Imagine a hand waving from there, and when I peeked to prank the owner of the hand, no one was there.

@sleepandeatallday this is the divider I was talking about. The rattan divider was put on the other side now. This door is the door in my story. And this is our comlab. The guys in the picture are student teachers.

"Your face could've easily launch a thousand ships...away, that is." "Your mind would've made a field day for evolutionists."

Thanks for this reply. I hope the naysayers of this thread will read this and bump their toes on a corner, like our everyday scammers. /s 😈😈😈

And so, MY THREAD ABOUT SCAMMERS HAS PROVEN ITS USE FOR MULTIPLE TIMES NOW, fucking dimwits! I've been exonerated and justified.

Everyone else except me is talking to that entity like it's another person. I don't. I believe doing so encourages malevolent spirits and demons to do their thing.

What theory? There's no theory other than this thing was trolling us in that little space of our school. We think that's the entity going around the school. The computer laboratory in my story was the room at the upper left side (windows with green grills are visible at the second floor...

I've told this story before in my profile page, but this is as recent as last year. See, our school has a computer laboratory, where we keep all our computer-related equipment and gadgets. Together with two other teachers, I took up office in this room--a small division where a rattan divider...

Trying to dodge the 'AI'/'mindless comment' tag, huh? Thanks for sharing this.

You just wait...I'll just buy some medicines. I have stories to tell when I come back.

Tis confusing me as hell even as I was a (Filipino) language teacher before.

I use AI (like Grammarly and ProWritingAid) to correct me in my grammar because I'm not a native English speaker, mainly to correct my 'in' and 'on'. As for what others will say about my AI use? I don't work for them, nor do they even care about what I write to read it. So at best, they can...

Ngl, with every organs inside my body feeling bloated, it really feels that my end is drawing near. Not that I'm afraid to die, I'm just worried who'd take care of my mother when I pass.