71. The Photographs
A few months ago a friend of mine, who is an up-and-coming nature photographer, decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio. She wasn't afraid of being alone, as she had camped by herself many times before. She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip, but something was strange about them. What she saw in those pictures has stayed with her ever since, and she is still trying to recover from the trauma it caused her.
Almost every picture was accounted for, save for one picture in each roll of film. These pictures were of her, asleep in her tent in the middle of the night.
72. The Pills (by reddit user: krshann)
My husband had been a godsend since I got sick. My doctors were really stumped at first, but we figured it out. The doctor prescribed me a medicine to take every 6hrs. It's supposed to help with the pain.
My husband is an excellent nurse. At first, I hated to have him do it. My illness was turning me into a person I didn't recognize - moody, temperamental and very impatient - but my husband just kept going. Giving me the tiny blue/green pills that would cure my ails. But my symptoms worsened. My nose started to bleed profusely. My husband left a message with the doctor, but no response. I started developing bruises and my stomach was always upset.
The doctor apparently thought this could be solved by an increase in medicine, so I began taking it every 4hrs. I smiled pitifully at my husband, thanking him for his devotion and swallowing that bluish pill. He ran a gentle hand through my hair. A fistful of hair had come out along with it.
I cried and cried, but I really just needed to be alone. I sent my husband to the store. A few minutes after he left, I realized I needed to take a dose. I weakly climbed out of bed and made it to the medicine cabinet. There were my little blue pills, scattered loosely around the cabinet. I grabbed the pill bottle and unscrewed the cap so I could dump them back in.
My pills were white.
73. This New Old House (by: Batoutofhell321)
We bought an old house, my boyfriend and I. He's in charge of the "new" construction - converting the kitchen in to the master bedroom for instance, while I'm on wallpaper removal duty. The previous owner papered EVERY wall and CEILING ! Removing it is brutal, bud oddly satisfying. The best feeling is getting a long peel, similar to your skin when you're peeling from sunburn. I don't know about you but I kinda make a game of peeling, on the hunt for the longest piece before it rips.
Under a corner section of paper in every room is a person's name and date. Curiosity got the best of me one night when I googled one of the names and discovered the person was actually a missing person, the missing date matching the date under the wallpaper ! The next day, I made a list of all the names and dates. Sure enough each name was for a missing person with dates to match. We notified the police who naturally sent out the crime scene team.
I overheard one tech say "yup, it's human." Human? What human?
"Ma'am, where is the material you removed from the walls already? This isn't wallpaper you were removing."
74. The Old Lady
One day at a shopping mall in the afternoon, a woman was coming out of the mall from a shopping spree. She was in a happy mood. She had gotten to her car and loaded her stuff that she had bought into her trunk. When she was done loading, she shut the door of her trunk and she saw an old lady standing by the passenger side of her car.
