After Being BANNED From NoSleep, There's Been A Dark Cloud Over My Life

Most of you will remember this, but some of you haven't been here long enough to know it even happened.

But, about a year ago, NoSleep, as well as, many other Communities on Reddit,  conducted what they called a "Blackout", which meant NO ONE  was able to access these communities, for a week, or was it two, I can't really remember.

Anyway, the reason for the "Blackout" was because there were, and still are, many Youtube Narrators "stealing" stories from these Communities, narrating them, posting them on their channels, and using them to achieve monetary gain for themselves, without compensation for, or permission from, the author.

As a story writer myself, I fully agreed with this "Blackout".

Now, after the "Blackout" was lifted, NoSleep became lax in their enforcement of their rules, and allowed stories to be posted that would have most likely been removed under normal conditions.

I mean, let's be honest, NoSleep has an astronomical amount of rules (No Disrespect).

Now, as a story writer, like I said before, I had posted many stories to NoSleep before the "Blackout", and it's really really hard to remember which stories were removed, and which stories were not.

So, I posted my entire library, at the time, then went about my day, doing chores, running errands, stuff like that.

Anyway, about 2 hours later, I picked up my phone, opened it, and hit the Reddit app...

Once the app opened, I realized that I had about 20 notifications, from the NoSleep Mods.

The notifications were to ask me to stop posting stories that are already posted.

Apparently, not as many stories of mine had been removed as I thought.

The notifications were pleasant at first, you know, "Please", and "Thank You", then became more harsh, using phrases like, "Immediate Suspension", and "Forced To Take Action".

Finally, the last notification stated that I had been BANNED from NoSleep, for the next 14 days.

"Seriously! Are you kidding me?!", I thought, and laughed it off.

"Ok! No big deal! There are other  forms of media for me to post on. I'll just keep on writing, and post them there", I thought, and continued on with my day.

That... is when it all started.

It was about 9 o'clock on a Monday morning, if I remember correctly.

Now, I live, well, lived in a small mobile home that I was renting from some guy, out in Amish country, in a small trailer park, in a small town in Delaware.

My neighbor, at the time, Mrs. Jacobson, was the "Crazy Cat Lady" of the trailer park.

About 30 to 35 cats slept under her trailer, as well as, 5 of 6 that lived with her in the house.

She removed a few skirting pieces, so they could get in and out.

Anyway, I'm an animal lover myself, so when I saw the cats around my house, I would feed them too.

Well, that morning they were in my yard, as usual, meowing for food.

So, I grabbed the bag of cat food that I kept by my back door, and attempted to go out and feed them.

I opened the door, walked out onto the porch, opened the porch door, walked out in the yard, found the large tote cover, that I put the food on, and poured the food on it.

Cats came running from everywhere, and began chowing down.

I stood there watching, and smiling.

Suddenly, I heard a loud high-pitched screech, coming from the side yard.