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2023.03.29 11:03 cryptidsiren1 Our Lucita de Aragon (comics cover "Lucita") and Beckett cosplay. Photos were taken in the museum of curiosities. (cryptic_siren and matt_facepalmer)
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2023.03.29 10:33 HeadOfSpectre I Finally Found Out Why Dolls Keep Washing Up On The Beach
I’ve been keeping the Everfolk Point Lighthouse for around four years now. It’s a decent enough job, although probably not what one might imagine if they signed up to be a lighthouse keeper.
I figure that people probably picture me living alone on some desolate rock, spending my days tending to chores and looking sternly out at the sea during the evenings with a cup of warm grog but that’s really only half true.
For starters, I’m not alone. There’s always been at least one other person with me during my rotations at the lighthouse. It’s better to work in teams, partially because it’s good to have company and partially because in case anything happens, it’s better to have someone who can call for help. Working at any lighthouse can be dangerous. When you’re that close to the sea, any storms that come your way hit you like a brick and if you’re not prepared, they will kill you dead.
Working at a lighthouse is hard work too. I’ve met some folks who think that the job is just turning the light on and off again, but it’s nowhere near that simple. All lighthouses, even the automated ones still need maintenance. The storms that come off the water wear them down quickly, so you spend most of your time shoring them up, making repairs, and doing maintenance. In the four years, I’ve worked at Everfolk Point, I’ve probably repainted the whole property two or three times and I wouldn’t be surprised if I have to repaint it two or three more before I get transferred.
That said, while they work me like a dog, it’s not all bad. I don’t actually stay at the lighthouse 365 days a year. I spend one month there, and then I get one month off. In effect, I’m really only working six months out of the year. They do it to prevent people going stir crazy, like you see in the movies, although it doesn’t stop you from going a little crazy.
Simply put - when you’re working at the lighthouse, things can get a little weird and that’s okay! You’re more or less completely cut off from the rest of the world save for one radio you’re only expected to use in an emergency and little to do in your leisure time. Put in those circumstances, people tend to find some interesting hobbies to keep themselves occupied.
For example - one of the guys I often worked with, Gideon took an interest in taxidermy and collecting bones. He’d find dead animals washed up on shore or out in the woods and turn them into little projects. He actually got pretty good at it. Once he even brought home a freaking moose skull. It was simultaneously the creepiest and coolest thing I’d ever seen in my life. He brought that skull home with him after our rotation ended, and as far as I know, it hangs in his living room to this day.
Personally? I always passed the time by baking bread. I’d originally only started doing it out of necessity (we had to make most of our food completely from scratch) but after my first few batches turned out badly, I wanted to up my game and may have gotten a little obsessed with it. Oh, I could talk for hours about baking bread! I’ve even come up with my own recipes! I make this fantastic, spicy, cheesy bread that’s to die for! It’s great for a sandwich. And lately, I’ve been expanding into bagels which is kinda an art form in and of itself. If you’ve never made bagels from scratch before, you just haven’t lived. A real homemade bagel makes the stuff you get at the grocery store look like a sad joke. One taste of the real thing and you’ll never be able to go back!
Ah, but there I go getting all carried away. I didn’t sit down to talk about bread. That’s not what’s really on my mind tonight, no.
See, I got back from my last rotation about three days ago but I’ve had this particular incident on my mind for almost two weeks now. I really don’t know what to make of it. I’ve filed the relevant reports, of course, and as far as I know, the situation is technically resolved but that hasn’t given me much in the way of closure. I suppose I’m hoping that by sharing it here and putting it out into the world, that will change.
I worked at a few different lighthouses before I got posted at Everfolk, and as I said before I know that sometimes the isolation can make you a little weird. But in my experience, it’s always been the people who’ve been weird, and up until I went to Everfolk I hadn’t seen a single thing I couldn’t logically explain. But when I started finding the dolls, that all changed.
I first noticed them a few months after first starting my posting at Everfolk. It’d been a quiet Sunday morning and I’d been going down the beach to do some fishing when I saw one. I’d initially figured that it was just garbage. We saw plenty of it washed up on the rocky beach. Usually, I’d just pick it up and get rid of it. But as I went to grab it, I noticed the puffy cheeks and squashed nose. As I looked down at the face, it clicked that what I was looking at was the face of a baby and I felt a brief stab of panic before realizing that this thankfully wasn’t the corpse of an actual baby. It was just a doll. It was worn down by the elements, yes and it sure as heck looked like it’d seen better days, but it was just an ordinary baby doll.
Well… mostly ordinary. When I picked it up to inspect it, I couldn’t help but notice that somebody had gone through the effort of putting actual baby clothes on it. This stuff looked handmade. Honestly, the sight of it kinda broke my heart. Once upon a time, somebody must’ve really loved this doll and it was a little tragic to find it washed up on some faraway shore. The idea of just casually throwing it out didn’t really appeal to me. Call me sentimental, but hurling something that well loved into the trash just felt… wrong. So, I kept it and as I went down to my usual fishing spot, I carried it with me so it would dry and not soak the contents of my backpack. I guess I’d wondered if maybe I could somehow find its owner. The internet is a big place, maybe if I posted it when I got back home I could reunite it with whoever the original owner was. Even if they didn’t want the doll back (it was in pretty rough shape) the clothes could probably still be salvaged.
***
“That’s gotta be the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” said the girl I’d been working with back during my first rotation at the lighthouse. Her name was Ashley and she'd been there for two years longer than I had.
“Oh come on, look at his little coat, it’s kinda cute,” I’d replied.
Ashley had just grimaced.
“It’s still got weeds tangled in it,” She said. “And look at the eyes, the paints faded off.”
“Eh, give him a little TLC and he’ll be right as rain,” I said although Ashley didn’t seem convinced. She just stared mistrustfully down at the doll, inspecting it without daring to put her hands on it.
I was busy preparing that day’s catch for dinner, and Ashley reached over to take one of the wooden spoons we used for cooking so she could use the handle to turn the doll over.
“Look at the teeth marks on it too… something’s been chewing on this,” She noted.
“They’re battle scars,” I said. “No fun going on an ordeal like this without some battle scars, right? And besides, I always thought flaws like that gave something a little bit of personality.”
Again, Ashley just huffed.
“There’s some cracks on the back of the head,” She noted.
“I saw some coyotes down by the beach the other day, maybe they thought it was food,” I said with a shrug. “I’ll glue it and patch it up. Then see if I can’t find the original owner. I’ll bet some kid probably wants this back.”
“You are aware that this thing’s probably been floating out at sea for years, right?” She asked.
Again, I just shrugged.
“Well, maybe I’ll make some random woman's day, then,” I said and that was that.
True to my word, I did post some photos of the doll I’d found online when my rotation ended although I never heard anything back about it. A few people commented on just how creepy the doll was, but I didn’t really pay them much mind. It was an abandoned doll that had washed up on a remote beach in Labrador. Of course, it was doomed to be a little bit creepy. But I was hoping that somebody would claim it all the same, and when nobody did I still kept the doll, putting it on the desk of my apartment just in case. It still felt wrong to just throw it out after all.
***
I found the next doll about four months later, during one of my winter rotations. I was working with Ashley again, and we’d been trying to shore up the lighthouse against an oncoming blizzard that was due to hit us that night. The winds were pretty strong that day and had already torn some shingles off of the shack where the fog horn was kept. It’d blown them down toward the beach, and I’d gone down to collect them. We couldn’t fix the shed until after the storm, obviously. Just being too close to the fog horn would’ve shattered your eardrums. Even from down on the beach, the periodic drone from the horn made my entire body shake. Even in the cabin, we had to time our conversations around it lest it interrupt us. But, I figured it was better to at least have the shingles so we could do the repairs later and while I was collecting them I noticed another shape lodged between some of the rocks.
This doll was in significantly worse shape than the last one I’d found. In fact, I didn’t even recognize it as a doll at first. The head was completely missing and the body was tattered to the point where I could see the bendable joints inside.
This one was past saving, but I still brought it with me if for no other reason than to get it off the beach. After I’d finished up outside, I came in to find Ashley drinking a cup of hot chocolate in our kitchen, sitting comfortably under a stained glass mural of a ship she’d painted.
“Made you a cup,” She said gesturing to a steaming hot cup of coca on the table beside her, before noticing the tattered doll in my hand. “Oh God, not another one!”
“Found it down on the beach,” I said.
“You gonna fix this one up too?”
I looked down at the broken doll, before shaking my head.
“Too busted,” I said before deciding that this one needed to go in the trash.
“So that’s two now?” She asked, pausing to wait for the fog horn to sound before continuing, “Is this gonna be a thing with you?” She only seemed to be half joking.
“Well, you gotta admit it’s a little more interesting than stained glass,” I teased.
“Hey, screw you, man!” She replied, cracking a small smile. I took my coca and took a sip of it. The fog horn blared again, allowing her to continue.
“For something to keep me from going crazy, at least it’s constructive. And you gotta admit that I’m getting pretty good at it!”
I looked up at her mural and nodded in agreement. She was getting good at it.
“We all go crazy in our own little ways,” She said. “I make stained glass, you collect weird beach dolls.”
“I mean, I don’t think taking the other one home was that weird,” I said, as the fog horn sounded again.
“I was talking more about the fact that there even are beach dolls,” She said. “That’s a little weird, don’t you think? Usually, we just see bottles, and pieces of plastic. Stuff like that. Never seen any dolls on the beach before.”
“Ocean currents, maybe?” I asked, “There’s a lotta crap out there.”
“Maybe,” She said with a shrug, “I guess it’s not the weirdest thing you could possibly find but… I dunno.”
The fog horn punctuated her sentence and I looked down at the ruined doll again. Studying it closer, I couldn’t help but remember how Ashley had mentioned that the last one looked like something had been chewing on it. This one sorta looked the same, although much worse for wear. I shrugged off the state of the doll and tossed it in the trash. No point in looking too hard at it, I figured.
***
Over the next couple of years, I found another doll once every few months down by the beach.
They weren’t all the same. Each one was different in its own unique way. The next one I found was further down the beach, near the bottom of a charming little waterfall I sometimes visited during the hikes I took during my downtime. This one opened and closed its eyes depending on if it was laying down or not, although the eyelids had partially rotted off, meaning that they technically stayed open no matter what. It seemed a little bit older than the others and was actually starting to grow moss on it. But it was intact enough that I took it with me.
I’d been working with Gideon that month, and when he saw me bring the doll in, he actually laughed at the sight of it.
“Found another one?” He asked.
“Down by the waterfall,” I replied, holding it up to show him. “Gotta say, this one doesn’t seem to be in all that bad shape!”
He just shook his head in disbelief.
“That’s easily the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He said.
“Creepier than the moose head?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue.
I spent that afternoon cleaning the moss baby while I waited for my bread to bake. Getting the moss out of his hair was the hardest part, and even when I was done it still had a greenish tint to it. When I got back from my rotation, Moss Baby was the second doll I posted online. Just like the first, nobody came forward to claim it.
Two months later and I found a crocheted baby doll on the beach. This one was in very rough condition, having almost completely dissolved into wet threads, but I kept it anyway and tried to put it back together. It became the third I posted, although I ended up throwing it out after trying and failing to put it back together for the better part of two weeks.
As time went by, the dolls in my apartment piled up. Every few months, I’d find one I thought I could save and brought it home with me. The office of my apartment started to become something of a museum, with shelves lined with the sea battered dolls I’d found. I started seeing them less as things I hoped to return and more as mementos of my days at the lighthouse. I even kept them beside some of the gifts I’d traded with my colleagues. A mounted elk skull I’d gotten from Gideon and a stained glass sign that Ashley had painted for me as a gift that read:
Advice From The Ocean
Be shore of yourself
Take time to coast.
Avoid pier pressure
Sea lifes beauty
Don’t get tide down
Make waves!
I still never really considered doll collecting to be my ‘weird hobby’ but it was still turning into a hobby, I suppose… right up until I found the red haired doll.
***
It was a clear night. Gideon, Ashley, and I were all working a rotation at the lighthouse and had decided that it was the perfect night for a campfire. Ashey had brought marshmallows for just a night like this and was greedily toasting one after another and shoveling them into her mouth while Gideon sat nearby, calmly reading a book.
I’d gone down to one of our sheds near the beach to get more firewood when in the light from my lantern I saw a speck of red among the rocks. I’d paused before going to investigate and finding yet another doll there.
This one was plastic, with an ugly moping face and frizzy red hair. Someone had scribbled all over her face with a marker, giving her big glasses and an attempt at a smile, although with her face bleached pale from the sun, it made her face look more like a grinning skull than anything else.
I held on to the doll while I grabbed the firewood and brought it back with me to the campfire. I’d barely even made it back when Ashley noticed the doll.
“Oh God… Gideon, he’s got another one!”
“Seriously? Steve, where do you keep finding these?”
“On the beach,” I said plainly as I set the firewood down and held up the doll for them to see.
“It’s official, this is the worst one yet,” Ashley said, popping another marshmallow into her mouth. “Does this one look chewed up too?”
I frowned and looked down at the doll.
“A little bit,” I admitted. “But you gotta admit, it’s one for the collection!”
“Oh, so now it’s a collection,” Gideon said. “You know the first step is admitting that you’ve got a problem.”
“That what you did with your deer heads?” I teased.
“It’s not a problem, it’s art,” He replied.
“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.”
In an effort to annoy my colleagues, I set the Sad Skull Girl (as she had just been christened) down by the fire beside me. Ashley just shook her head and smoothed back her long brown hair before sitting back and reaching for another marshmallow.
“Did anyone ever claim any of those dolls you’ve been collecting?” She asked.
“Nah, they’re sitting on a shelf at home,” I said.
“There’s a shelf now?” Gideon asked, “My dude, how many of these things do you have?”
“I dunno, seven. Eight, now I guess.”
He just shook his head in faux disgust.
“Crazy…”
“Hey, I’ve still got them up online,” I said. “Maybe one day, someone will claim one!”
I had no idea how prophetic those words would turn out to be.
***
I posted Sad Skull Girl to the usual places, asking if she belonged to anyone but I never expected to get a response.
First time for everything, I guess.
I woke up around a week after I’d posted her to an email from a woman named Lillie Thompson that read as follows:
Mr. Lawson
A friend of mine has shown me the doll you posted to social media recently and I regret to inform you that I do recognize it.
I have a close friend - Donald Trantham who’s granddaughter owned a doll identical to the one you shared. A doll who was with her at the time of her disappearance last year.
Please Mr. Lawson, can you reach out to the St. John’s police? Show them what you gave found. Donald is a dear friend of mine. He and his family have suffered greatly from their loss and I want nothing more than to see them receive some closure.
Yours - Lillie Thompson
I think it goes without saying that reading that email sent a chill through me. The markings on that doll were distinct. While I was sure that identical dolls existed out there, none of them would have had a face like Sad Skull Girl. Someone had drawn on her. Tried to change her face. Tried to make her smile.
And that someone had been missing for over a year now.
Obviously, I reached out to the St. John’s Police. I sent them photos of the doll I’d found, along with Lillie Thompson’s email. Then around three days later, I had the police knocking at my door. I answered their questions, told them where I’d found the doll, and even mentioned that Gideon and Ashley had been with me when I’d found it. I even showed them some of the other dolls I’d found washed up along the shore and let the police photograph them. I didn’t think that anything would come of it… but not even a week after they’d interviewed me, they came back.
Six of the seven dolls I’d found had been connected to children who’d gone missing in the past five years. The police took them as evidence, brought me in for questioning and I told them everything. They even brought in Gideon and Ashley to confirm my stories, since they’d been with me when I’d found a couple of the dolls.
Ultimately, I wasn’t arrested. My story stood up to every question they asked. But I was still shaken down to my core. All those dolls… the ones whose owners I could not find, were mementos from some missing child, and I couldn’t deny what that probably meant.
It was a few days after the police questioned me that Ashley invited me out for coffee. We didn’t live in the same city, but she’d come down to talk to the police and figured she’d check in on me while I was there.
“All those kids…” I said, staring lifelessly down into my cup, “And what about the dolls I didn’t save… how many more…”
“Hey… you had no way of knowing,” She said, putting a reassuring hand over mine. “And you were trying to do the right thing, posting those dolls, trying to see if anyone recognized them! If you hadn’t been doing that, then those parents wouldn’t have heard anything at all! The Police wouldn’t know where to look for…” She trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence but I didn’t see any point in trying to spare my own feelings.
“Look for the bodies,” I said. I wasn’t stupid… I knew what the abandoned dolls probably meant.
Ashley gave a grim nod.
“You did what you could,” She said. “That’s all any of us can do.”
“Yeah… I guess…” I said softly, although I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t enough. Then again… what would be enough?
“And look on the bright side, you’re not a suspect anymore! So… there’s that!” She tried to force a smile but it seemed hollow.
“Yeah, and whoever the hell’s been doing all of this is still out there,” I said. “I never saw anywhere the dolls could have come from… I never… all I was able to tell the police was that it wasn’t me!”
Ashley’s fake smile faded. She shifted uncomfortably.
“What?” I asked and she sighed.
“Okay… well… that might not be entirely true,” She said. “When I was talking to the police, they asked me if I saw anything strange out at the lighthouse over the past few years. Something that might be connected to the dolls and… I dunno, maybe it was nothing but I remembered something.”
“Wait, really?” I asked, leaning in a little closer.
“Okay so, it could be nothing!” Ashley said, “I mean, it’s probably nothing! But every now and then I saw this boat, out on the water. It wasn’t all that big. Gunmetal gray, kinda boxy looking. I usually saw it early in the morning. It only really popped up once every month or so but it was out there pretty frequently. And… look, maybe I’m just making a connection that isn’t really there, but sometimes I thought I saw him throwing something into the water. I always figured that the guy was just out there fishing… but with this stuff about the dolls…”
My stomach turned.
“You think it was him?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Ashley said. “But the police asked if I remembered anything and that’s what I remembered!”
She took a sip of her coffee, her brow furrowed as she did.
“Maybe it’s nothing,” She said.
And maybe it was… I hoped it might be.
***
When it was time to rotate back to the lighthouse, I was almost afraid to go. I was even more afraid that Ashley and Gideon wouldn’t be there with me, but they were. Our first few days back were quiet and almost blissfully uneventful. We did our maintenance, we tended the light and we kept to ourselves. In the evenings, I baked bread while Gideon read and Ashley worked on her latest stained glass project and if ever any of us needed to go down to the beach, I let one of them do it.
I didn’t think I could handle finding another doll, knowing what it would probably mean.
For two weeks, we just sort of existed… until the morning where Ashley saw the boat again.
I’d been asleep when I heard her yelling, and coming down the stairs.
“Gideon! Steve, get on the radio!” She called.
I sat up, groggy and only half conscious as she burst into my bedroom.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“The boat,” She replied, a grave look in her eye and it took me a moment to realize what she meant.
Gideon had just barely poked his head out of his bedroom when I ran out. Ashley was already heading back out the door, a pair of binoculars in hand while I got on the radio to call the coast guard. I saw Gideon barreling down the stairs past me, running out the door after Ashley to watch the boat.
“This is Everfolk Point Lighthouse,” I said into the radio. “Calling in regarding a suspicious watercraft.”
I told them everything, before switching out with Gideon when he came back inside so I could see the boat for myself.
The gunmetal gray boat sat below the rocky cliffs in the distance, although seemed to be already moving away. Ashley offered me the binoculars and I took them, staring out at the distant boat.
Behind the wheel, I could see a man. He looked to be somewhere in his forties, with a thin scuff and dead eyes. He stared vacantly ahead, not even noticing us as he passed. I noted every detail of his face… knowing that I may need to identify him again.
He’d made it a good distance away from the cliffs when we saw the coast guards' ships arriving and as they boarded him, I felt a quiet sense of relief wash over me.
If this was the man… then they’d gotten him.
***
We heard nothing from the coast guard or the police over the next few days, although once my rotation ended and I made it back home, I heard plenty both on the local news and through a friend of mine who’d married a cop.
The man on that boat was identified as Brian Ligon. Apparently, he lived in a small cottage, outside of a town several kilometers down the coast from our lighthouse. And while they found no bodies in that cottage, they clearly found enough to arrest him.
“The way I heard it, the guy was completely nuts!” My friend said, “Soon as they booked him, he’d started screaming and ranting about how he had to kill those kids… how he was actually a good person and he had to ‘feed something’.” She’d shaken her head in disgust, “This is why I never ask about these things. It just makes me sad!”
“Well… I appreciate you asking for me,” I said.
My friend took a sip of her coffee, giving a frustrated sigh.
“Supposedly, he was throwing those dolls into the ocean because he believed their souls lived inside of them, and were feeding something in the water or something like that… either way it’s crazy.”
“Crazy…” I agreed, although my mind wandered back to the teeth marks I’d seen on some of the dolls.
I tried not to think too hard about it.
I read somewhere that Ligon was found dead in his cell the other night… and I can’t pretend that I don’t find the news of his death a little relieving. It’s clear to me that he was a monster… and that there are parts of this story that I do not want to or need to know. I’ve told myself that I won’t pry any further for the sake of my own mental health… I have enough nightmares about the dolls as it is now and there’s a very large part of me that just wants to forget that any of this ever happened.
But the questions still gnaw at me all the same.
Ligon was probably crazy… and when he said that he believed he was feeding something in the ocean, those were probably little more than the words of a deeply disturbed individual. But I can’t forget the teeth marks I saw in the plastic flesh of some of those dolls. I know it’s probably nothing, logically it has to be nothing!
And as I sit here tonight, staring at the only doll I have left, the first one I took from the beach, I can’t help but look at those old scars in her flesh and wonder.
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I figure that people probably picture me living alone on some desolate rock, spending my days tending to chores and looking sternly out at the sea during the evenings with a cup of warm grog but that’s really only half true.
For starters, I’m not alone. There’s always been at least one other person with me during my rotations at the lighthouse. It’s better to work in teams, partially because it’s good to have company and partially because in case anything happens, it’s better to have someone who can call for help. Working at any lighthouse can be dangerous. When you’re that close to the sea, any storms that come your way hit you like a brick and if you’re not prepared, they will kill you dead.
Working at a lighthouse is hard work too. I’ve met some folks who think that the job is just turning the light on and off again, but it’s nowhere near that simple. All lighthouses, even the automated ones still need maintenance. The storms that come off the water wear them down quickly, so you spend most of your time shoring them up, making repairs, and doing maintenance. In the four years, I’ve worked at Everfolk Point, I’ve probably repainted the whole property two or three times and I wouldn’t be surprised if I have to repaint it two or three more before I get transferred.
That said, while they work me like a dog, it’s not all bad. I don’t actually stay at the lighthouse 365 days a year. I spend one month there, and then I get one month off. In effect, I’m really only working six months out of the year. They do it to prevent people going stir crazy, like you see in the movies, although it doesn’t stop you from going a little crazy.
Simply put - when you’re working at the lighthouse, things can get a little weird and that’s okay! You’re more or less completely cut off from the rest of the world save for one radio you’re only expected to use in an emergency and little to do in your leisure time. Put in those circumstances, people tend to find some interesting hobbies to keep themselves occupied.
For example - one of the guys I often worked with, Gideon took an interest in taxidermy and collecting bones. He’d find dead animals washed up on shore or out in the woods and turn them into little projects. He actually got pretty good at it. Once he even brought home a freaking moose skull. It was simultaneously the creepiest and coolest thing I’d ever seen in my life. He brought that skull home with him after our rotation ended, and as far as I know, it hangs in his living room to this day.
Personally? I always passed the time by baking bread. I’d originally only started doing it out of necessity (we had to make most of our food completely from scratch) but after my first few batches turned out badly, I wanted to up my game and may have gotten a little obsessed with it. Oh, I could talk for hours about baking bread! I’ve even come up with my own recipes! I make this fantastic, spicy, cheesy bread that’s to die for! It’s great for a sandwich. And lately, I’ve been expanding into bagels which is kinda an art form in and of itself. If you’ve never made bagels from scratch before, you just haven’t lived. A real homemade bagel makes the stuff you get at the grocery store look like a sad joke. One taste of the real thing and you’ll never be able to go back!
Ah, but there I go getting all carried away. I didn’t sit down to talk about bread. That’s not what’s really on my mind tonight, no.
See, I got back from my last rotation about three days ago but I’ve had this particular incident on my mind for almost two weeks now. I really don’t know what to make of it. I’ve filed the relevant reports, of course, and as far as I know, the situation is technically resolved but that hasn’t given me much in the way of closure. I suppose I’m hoping that by sharing it here and putting it out into the world, that will change.
I worked at a few different lighthouses before I got posted at Everfolk, and as I said before I know that sometimes the isolation can make you a little weird. But in my experience, it’s always been the people who’ve been weird, and up until I went to Everfolk I hadn’t seen a single thing I couldn’t logically explain. But when I started finding the dolls, that all changed.
I first noticed them a few months after first starting my posting at Everfolk. It’d been a quiet Sunday morning and I’d been going down the beach to do some fishing when I saw one. I’d initially figured that it was just garbage. We saw plenty of it washed up on the rocky beach. Usually, I’d just pick it up and get rid of it. But as I went to grab it, I noticed the puffy cheeks and squashed nose. As I looked down at the face, it clicked that what I was looking at was the face of a baby and I felt a brief stab of panic before realizing that this thankfully wasn’t the corpse of an actual baby. It was just a doll. It was worn down by the elements, yes and it sure as heck looked like it’d seen better days, but it was just an ordinary baby doll.
Well… mostly ordinary. When I picked it up to inspect it, I couldn’t help but notice that somebody had gone through the effort of putting actual baby clothes on it. This stuff looked handmade. Honestly, the sight of it kinda broke my heart. Once upon a time, somebody must’ve really loved this doll and it was a little tragic to find it washed up on some faraway shore. The idea of just casually throwing it out didn’t really appeal to me. Call me sentimental, but hurling something that well loved into the trash just felt… wrong. So, I kept it and as I went down to my usual fishing spot, I carried it with me so it would dry and not soak the contents of my backpack. I guess I’d wondered if maybe I could somehow find its owner. The internet is a big place, maybe if I posted it when I got back home I could reunite it with whoever the original owner was. Even if they didn’t want the doll back (it was in pretty rough shape) the clothes could probably still be salvaged.
***
“That’s gotta be the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” said the girl I’d been working with back during my first rotation at the lighthouse. Her name was Ashley and she'd been there for two years longer than I had.
“Oh come on, look at his little coat, it’s kinda cute,” I’d replied.
Ashley had just grimaced.
“It’s still got weeds tangled in it,” She said. “And look at the eyes, the paints faded off.”
“Eh, give him a little TLC and he’ll be right as rain,” I said although Ashley didn’t seem convinced. She just stared mistrustfully down at the doll, inspecting it without daring to put her hands on it.
I was busy preparing that day’s catch for dinner, and Ashley reached over to take one of the wooden spoons we used for cooking so she could use the handle to turn the doll over.
“Look at the teeth marks on it too… something’s been chewing on this,” She noted.
“They’re battle scars,” I said. “No fun going on an ordeal like this without some battle scars, right? And besides, I always thought flaws like that gave something a little bit of personality.”
Again, Ashley just huffed.
“There’s some cracks on the back of the head,” She noted.
“I saw some coyotes down by the beach the other day, maybe they thought it was food,” I said with a shrug. “I’ll glue it and patch it up. Then see if I can’t find the original owner. I’ll bet some kid probably wants this back.”
“You are aware that this thing’s probably been floating out at sea for years, right?” She asked.
Again, I just shrugged.
“Well, maybe I’ll make some random woman's day, then,” I said and that was that.
True to my word, I did post some photos of the doll I’d found online when my rotation ended although I never heard anything back about it. A few people commented on just how creepy the doll was, but I didn’t really pay them much mind. It was an abandoned doll that had washed up on a remote beach in Labrador. Of course, it was doomed to be a little bit creepy. But I was hoping that somebody would claim it all the same, and when nobody did I still kept the doll, putting it on the desk of my apartment just in case. It still felt wrong to just throw it out after all.
***
I found the next doll about four months later, during one of my winter rotations. I was working with Ashley again, and we’d been trying to shore up the lighthouse against an oncoming blizzard that was due to hit us that night. The winds were pretty strong that day and had already torn some shingles off of the shack where the fog horn was kept. It’d blown them down toward the beach, and I’d gone down to collect them. We couldn’t fix the shed until after the storm, obviously. Just being too close to the fog horn would’ve shattered your eardrums. Even from down on the beach, the periodic drone from the horn made my entire body shake. Even in the cabin, we had to time our conversations around it lest it interrupt us. But, I figured it was better to at least have the shingles so we could do the repairs later and while I was collecting them I noticed another shape lodged between some of the rocks.
This doll was in significantly worse shape than the last one I’d found. In fact, I didn’t even recognize it as a doll at first. The head was completely missing and the body was tattered to the point where I could see the bendable joints inside.
This one was past saving, but I still brought it with me if for no other reason than to get it off the beach. After I’d finished up outside, I came in to find Ashley drinking a cup of hot chocolate in our kitchen, sitting comfortably under a stained glass mural of a ship she’d painted.
“Made you a cup,” She said gesturing to a steaming hot cup of coca on the table beside her, before noticing the tattered doll in my hand. “Oh God, not another one!”
“Found it down on the beach,” I said.
“You gonna fix this one up too?”
I looked down at the broken doll, before shaking my head.
“Too busted,” I said before deciding that this one needed to go in the trash.
“So that’s two now?” She asked, pausing to wait for the fog horn to sound before continuing, “Is this gonna be a thing with you?” She only seemed to be half joking.
“Well, you gotta admit it’s a little more interesting than stained glass,” I teased.
“Hey, screw you, man!” She replied, cracking a small smile. I took my coca and took a sip of it. The fog horn blared again, allowing her to continue.
“For something to keep me from going crazy, at least it’s constructive. And you gotta admit that I’m getting pretty good at it!”
I looked up at her mural and nodded in agreement. She was getting good at it.
“We all go crazy in our own little ways,” She said. “I make stained glass, you collect weird beach dolls.”
“I mean, I don’t think taking the other one home was that weird,” I said, as the fog horn sounded again.
“I was talking more about the fact that there even are beach dolls,” She said. “That’s a little weird, don’t you think? Usually, we just see bottles, and pieces of plastic. Stuff like that. Never seen any dolls on the beach before.”
“Ocean currents, maybe?” I asked, “There’s a lotta crap out there.”
“Maybe,” She said with a shrug, “I guess it’s not the weirdest thing you could possibly find but… I dunno.”
The fog horn punctuated her sentence and I looked down at the ruined doll again. Studying it closer, I couldn’t help but remember how Ashley had mentioned that the last one looked like something had been chewing on it. This one sorta looked the same, although much worse for wear. I shrugged off the state of the doll and tossed it in the trash. No point in looking too hard at it, I figured.
***
Over the next couple of years, I found another doll once every few months down by the beach.
They weren’t all the same. Each one was different in its own unique way. The next one I found was further down the beach, near the bottom of a charming little waterfall I sometimes visited during the hikes I took during my downtime. This one opened and closed its eyes depending on if it was laying down or not, although the eyelids had partially rotted off, meaning that they technically stayed open no matter what. It seemed a little bit older than the others and was actually starting to grow moss on it. But it was intact enough that I took it with me.
I’d been working with Gideon that month, and when he saw me bring the doll in, he actually laughed at the sight of it.
“Found another one?” He asked.
“Down by the waterfall,” I replied, holding it up to show him. “Gotta say, this one doesn’t seem to be in all that bad shape!”
He just shook his head in disbelief.
“That’s easily the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He said.
“Creepier than the moose head?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue.
I spent that afternoon cleaning the moss baby while I waited for my bread to bake. Getting the moss out of his hair was the hardest part, and even when I was done it still had a greenish tint to it. When I got back from my rotation, Moss Baby was the second doll I posted online. Just like the first, nobody came forward to claim it.
Two months later and I found a crocheted baby doll on the beach. This one was in very rough condition, having almost completely dissolved into wet threads, but I kept it anyway and tried to put it back together. It became the third I posted, although I ended up throwing it out after trying and failing to put it back together for the better part of two weeks.
As time went by, the dolls in my apartment piled up. Every few months, I’d find one I thought I could save and brought it home with me. The office of my apartment started to become something of a museum, with shelves lined with the sea battered dolls I’d found. I started seeing them less as things I hoped to return and more as mementos of my days at the lighthouse. I even kept them beside some of the gifts I’d traded with my colleagues. A mounted elk skull I’d gotten from Gideon and a stained glass sign that Ashley had painted for me as a gift that read:
Advice From The Ocean
Be shore of yourself
Take time to coast.
Avoid pier pressure
Sea lifes beauty
Don’t get tide down
Make waves!
I still never really considered doll collecting to be my ‘weird hobby’ but it was still turning into a hobby, I suppose… right up until I found the red haired doll.
***
It was a clear night. Gideon, Ashley, and I were all working a rotation at the lighthouse and had decided that it was the perfect night for a campfire. Ashey had brought marshmallows for just a night like this and was greedily toasting one after another and shoveling them into her mouth while Gideon sat nearby, calmly reading a book.
I’d gone down to one of our sheds near the beach to get more firewood when in the light from my lantern I saw a speck of red among the rocks. I’d paused before going to investigate and finding yet another doll there.
This one was plastic, with an ugly moping face and frizzy red hair. Someone had scribbled all over her face with a marker, giving her big glasses and an attempt at a smile, although with her face bleached pale from the sun, it made her face look more like a grinning skull than anything else.
I held on to the doll while I grabbed the firewood and brought it back with me to the campfire. I’d barely even made it back when Ashley noticed the doll.
“Oh God… Gideon, he’s got another one!”
“Seriously? Steve, where do you keep finding these?”
“On the beach,” I said plainly as I set the firewood down and held up the doll for them to see.
“It’s official, this is the worst one yet,” Ashley said, popping another marshmallow into her mouth. “Does this one look chewed up too?”
I frowned and looked down at the doll.
“A little bit,” I admitted. “But you gotta admit, it’s one for the collection!”
“Oh, so now it’s a collection,” Gideon said. “You know the first step is admitting that you’ve got a problem.”
“That what you did with your deer heads?” I teased.
“It’s not a problem, it’s art,” He replied.
“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.”
In an effort to annoy my colleagues, I set the Sad Skull Girl (as she had just been christened) down by the fire beside me. Ashley just shook her head and smoothed back her long brown hair before sitting back and reaching for another marshmallow.
“Did anyone ever claim any of those dolls you’ve been collecting?” She asked.
“Nah, they’re sitting on a shelf at home,” I said.
“There’s a shelf now?” Gideon asked, “My dude, how many of these things do you have?”
“I dunno, seven. Eight, now I guess.”
He just shook his head in faux disgust.
“Crazy…”
“Hey, I’ve still got them up online,” I said. “Maybe one day, someone will claim one!”
I had no idea how prophetic those words would turn out to be.
***
I posted Sad Skull Girl to the usual places, asking if she belonged to anyone but I never expected to get a response.
First time for everything, I guess.
I woke up around a week after I’d posted her to an email from a woman named Lillie Thompson that read as follows:
Mr. Lawson
A friend of mine has shown me the doll you posted to social media recently and I regret to inform you that I do recognize it.
I have a close friend - Donald Trantham who’s granddaughter owned a doll identical to the one you shared. A doll who was with her at the time of her disappearance last year.
Please Mr. Lawson, can you reach out to the St. John’s police? Show them what you gave found. Donald is a dear friend of mine. He and his family have suffered greatly from their loss and I want nothing more than to see them receive some closure.
Yours - Lillie Thompson
I think it goes without saying that reading that email sent a chill through me. The markings on that doll were distinct. While I was sure that identical dolls existed out there, none of them would have had a face like Sad Skull Girl. Someone had drawn on her. Tried to change her face. Tried to make her smile.
And that someone had been missing for over a year now.
Obviously, I reached out to the St. John’s Police. I sent them photos of the doll I’d found, along with Lillie Thompson’s email. Then around three days later, I had the police knocking at my door. I answered their questions, told them where I’d found the doll, and even mentioned that Gideon and Ashley had been with me when I’d found it. I even showed them some of the other dolls I’d found washed up along the shore and let the police photograph them. I didn’t think that anything would come of it… but not even a week after they’d interviewed me, they came back.
Six of the seven dolls I’d found had been connected to children who’d gone missing in the past five years. The police took them as evidence, brought me in for questioning and I told them everything. They even brought in Gideon and Ashley to confirm my stories, since they’d been with me when I’d found a couple of the dolls.
Ultimately, I wasn’t arrested. My story stood up to every question they asked. But I was still shaken down to my core. All those dolls… the ones whose owners I could not find, were mementos from some missing child, and I couldn’t deny what that probably meant.
It was a few days after the police questioned me that Ashley invited me out for coffee. We didn’t live in the same city, but she’d come down to talk to the police and figured she’d check in on me while I was there.
“All those kids…” I said, staring lifelessly down into my cup, “And what about the dolls I didn’t save… how many more…”
“Hey… you had no way of knowing,” She said, putting a reassuring hand over mine. “And you were trying to do the right thing, posting those dolls, trying to see if anyone recognized them! If you hadn’t been doing that, then those parents wouldn’t have heard anything at all! The Police wouldn’t know where to look for…” She trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence but I didn’t see any point in trying to spare my own feelings.
“Look for the bodies,” I said. I wasn’t stupid… I knew what the abandoned dolls probably meant.
Ashley gave a grim nod.
“You did what you could,” She said. “That’s all any of us can do.”
“Yeah… I guess…” I said softly, although I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t enough. Then again… what would be enough?
“And look on the bright side, you’re not a suspect anymore! So… there’s that!” She tried to force a smile but it seemed hollow.
“Yeah, and whoever the hell’s been doing all of this is still out there,” I said. “I never saw anywhere the dolls could have come from… I never… all I was able to tell the police was that it wasn’t me!”
Ashley’s fake smile faded. She shifted uncomfortably.
“What?” I asked and she sighed.
“Okay… well… that might not be entirely true,” She said. “When I was talking to the police, they asked me if I saw anything strange out at the lighthouse over the past few years. Something that might be connected to the dolls and… I dunno, maybe it was nothing but I remembered something.”
“Wait, really?” I asked, leaning in a little closer.
“Okay so, it could be nothing!” Ashley said, “I mean, it’s probably nothing! But every now and then I saw this boat, out on the water. It wasn’t all that big. Gunmetal gray, kinda boxy looking. I usually saw it early in the morning. It only really popped up once every month or so but it was out there pretty frequently. And… look, maybe I’m just making a connection that isn’t really there, but sometimes I thought I saw him throwing something into the water. I always figured that the guy was just out there fishing… but with this stuff about the dolls…”
My stomach turned.
“You think it was him?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Ashley said. “But the police asked if I remembered anything and that’s what I remembered!”
She took a sip of her coffee, her brow furrowed as she did.
“Maybe it’s nothing,” She said.
And maybe it was… I hoped it might be.
***
When it was time to rotate back to the lighthouse, I was almost afraid to go. I was even more afraid that Ashley and Gideon wouldn’t be there with me, but they were. Our first few days back were quiet and almost blissfully uneventful. We did our maintenance, we tended the light and we kept to ourselves. In the evenings, I baked bread while Gideon read and Ashley worked on her latest stained glass project and if ever any of us needed to go down to the beach, I let one of them do it.
I didn’t think I could handle finding another doll, knowing what it would probably mean.
For two weeks, we just sort of existed… until the morning where Ashley saw the boat again.
I’d been asleep when I heard her yelling, and coming down the stairs.
“Gideon! Steve, get on the radio!” She called.
I sat up, groggy and only half conscious as she burst into my bedroom.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“The boat,” She replied, a grave look in her eye and it took me a moment to realize what she meant.
Gideon had just barely poked his head out of his bedroom when I ran out. Ashley was already heading back out the door, a pair of binoculars in hand while I got on the radio to call the coast guard. I saw Gideon barreling down the stairs past me, running out the door after Ashley to watch the boat.
“This is Everfolk Point Lighthouse,” I said into the radio. “Calling in regarding a suspicious watercraft.”
I told them everything, before switching out with Gideon when he came back inside so I could see the boat for myself.
The gunmetal gray boat sat below the rocky cliffs in the distance, although seemed to be already moving away. Ashley offered me the binoculars and I took them, staring out at the distant boat.
Behind the wheel, I could see a man. He looked to be somewhere in his forties, with a thin scuff and dead eyes. He stared vacantly ahead, not even noticing us as he passed. I noted every detail of his face… knowing that I may need to identify him again.
He’d made it a good distance away from the cliffs when we saw the coast guards' ships arriving and as they boarded him, I felt a quiet sense of relief wash over me.
If this was the man… then they’d gotten him.
***
We heard nothing from the coast guard or the police over the next few days, although once my rotation ended and I made it back home, I heard plenty both on the local news and through a friend of mine who’d married a cop.
The man on that boat was identified as Brian Ligon. Apparently, he lived in a small cottage, outside of a town several kilometers down the coast from our lighthouse. And while they found no bodies in that cottage, they clearly found enough to arrest him.
“The way I heard it, the guy was completely nuts!” My friend said, “Soon as they booked him, he’d started screaming and ranting about how he had to kill those kids… how he was actually a good person and he had to ‘feed something’.” She’d shaken her head in disgust, “This is why I never ask about these things. It just makes me sad!”
“Well… I appreciate you asking for me,” I said.
My friend took a sip of her coffee, giving a frustrated sigh.
“Supposedly, he was throwing those dolls into the ocean because he believed their souls lived inside of them, and were feeding something in the water or something like that… either way it’s crazy.”
“Crazy…” I agreed, although my mind wandered back to the teeth marks I’d seen on some of the dolls.
I tried not to think too hard about it.
I read somewhere that Ligon was found dead in his cell the other night… and I can’t pretend that I don’t find the news of his death a little relieving. It’s clear to me that he was a monster… and that there are parts of this story that I do not want to or need to know. I’ve told myself that I won’t pry any further for the sake of my own mental health… I have enough nightmares about the dolls as it is now and there’s a very large part of me that just wants to forget that any of this ever happened.
But the questions still gnaw at me all the same.
Ligon was probably crazy… and when he said that he believed he was feeding something in the ocean, those were probably little more than the words of a deeply disturbed individual. But I can’t forget the teeth marks I saw in the plastic flesh of some of those dolls. I know it’s probably nothing, logically it has to be nothing!
And as I sit here tonight, staring at the only doll I have left, the first one I took from the beach, I can’t help but look at those old scars in her flesh and wonder.
2023.03.29 10:32 HeadOfSpectre I Finally Found Out Why Dolls Keep Washing Up On The Beach
I’ve been keeping the Everfolk Point Lighthouse for around four years now. It’s a decent enough job, although probably not what one might imagine if they signed up to be a lighthouse keeper.
I figure that people probably picture me living alone on some desolate rock, spending my days tending to chores and looking sternly out at the sea during the evenings with a cup of warm grog but that’s really only half true.
For starters, I’m not alone. There’s always been at least one other person with me during my rotations at the lighthouse. It’s better to work in teams, partially because it’s good to have company and partially because in case anything happens, it’s better to have someone who can call for help. Working at any lighthouse can be dangerous. When you’re that close to the sea, any storms that come your way hit you like a brick and if you’re not prepared, they will kill you dead.
Working at a lighthouse is hard work too. I’ve met some folks who think that the job is just turning the light on and off again, but it’s nowhere near that simple. All lighthouses, even the automated ones still need maintenance. The storms that come off the water wear them down quickly, so you spend most of your time shoring them up, making repairs, and doing maintenance. In the four years, I’ve worked at Everfolk Point, I’ve probably repainted the whole property two or three times and I wouldn’t be surprised if I have to repaint it two or three more before I get transferred.
That said, while they work me like a dog, it’s not all bad. I don’t actually stay at the lighthouse 365 days a year. I spend one month there, and then I get one month off. In effect, I’m really only working six months out of the year. They do it to prevent people going stir crazy, like you see in the movies, although it doesn’t stop you from going a little crazy.
Simply put - when you’re working at the lighthouse, things can get a little weird and that’s okay! You’re more or less completely cut off from the rest of the world save for one radio you’re only expected to use in an emergency and little to do in your leisure time. Put in those circumstances, people tend to find some interesting hobbies to keep themselves occupied.
For example - one of the guys I often worked with, Gideon took an interest in taxidermy and collecting bones. He’d find dead animals washed up on shore or out in the woods and turn them into little projects. He actually got pretty good at it. Once he even brought home a freaking moose skull. It was simultaneously the creepiest and coolest thing I’d ever seen in my life. He brought that skull home with him after our rotation ended, and as far as I know, it hangs in his living room to this day.
Personally? I always passed the time by baking bread. I’d originally only started doing it out of necessity (we had to make most of our food completely from scratch) but after my first few batches turned out badly, I wanted to up my game and may have gotten a little obsessed with it. Oh, I could talk for hours about baking bread! I’ve even come up with my own recipes! I make this fantastic, spicy, cheesy bread that’s to die for! It’s great for a sandwich. And lately, I’ve been expanding into bagels which is kinda an art form in and of itself. If you’ve never made bagels from scratch before, you just haven’t lived. A real homemade bagel makes the stuff you get at the grocery store look like a sad joke. One taste of the real thing and you’ll never be able to go back!
Ah, but there I go getting all carried away. I didn’t sit down to talk about bread. That’s not what’s really on my mind tonight, no.
See, I got back from my last rotation about three days ago but I’ve had this particular incident on my mind for almost two weeks now. I really don’t know what to make of it. I’ve filed the relevant reports, of course, and as far as I know, the situation is technically resolved but that hasn’t given me much in the way of closure. I suppose I’m hoping that by sharing it here and putting it out into the world, that will change.
I worked at a few different lighthouses before I got posted at Everfolk, and as I said before I know that sometimes the isolation can make you a little weird. But in my experience, it’s always been the people who’ve been weird, and up until I went to Everfolk I hadn’t seen a single thing I couldn’t logically explain. But when I started finding the dolls, that all changed.
I first noticed them a few months after first starting my posting at Everfolk. It’d been a quiet Sunday morning and I’d been going down the beach to do some fishing when I saw one. I’d initially figured that it was just garbage. We saw plenty of it washed up on the rocky beach. Usually, I’d just pick it up and get rid of it. But as I went to grab it, I noticed the puffy cheeks and squashed nose. As I looked down at the face, it clicked that what I was looking at was the face of a baby and I felt a brief stab of panic before realizing that this thankfully wasn’t the corpse of an actual baby. It was just a doll. It was worn down by the elements, yes and it sure as heck looked like it’d seen better days, but it was just an ordinary baby doll.
Well… mostly ordinary. When I picked it up to inspect it, I couldn’t help but notice that somebody had gone through the effort of putting actual baby clothes on it. This stuff looked handmade. Honestly, the sight of it kinda broke my heart. Once upon a time, somebody must’ve really loved this doll and it was a little tragic to find it washed up on some faraway shore. The idea of just casually throwing it out didn’t really appeal to me. Call me sentimental, but hurling something that well loved into the trash just felt… wrong. So, I kept it and as I went down to my usual fishing spot, I carried it with me so it would dry and not soak the contents of my backpack. I guess I’d wondered if maybe I could somehow find its owner. The internet is a big place, maybe if I posted it when I got back home I could reunite it with whoever the original owner was. Even if they didn’t want the doll back (it was in pretty rough shape) the clothes could probably still be salvaged.
***
“That’s gotta be the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” said the girl I’d been working with back during my first rotation at the lighthouse. Her name was Ashley and she'd been there for two years longer than I had.
“Oh come on, look at his little coat, it’s kinda cute,” I’d replied.
Ashley had just grimaced.
“It’s still got weeds tangled in it,” She said. “And look at the eyes, the paints faded off.”
“Eh, give him a little TLC and he’ll be right as rain,” I said although Ashley didn’t seem convinced. She just stared mistrustfully down at the doll, inspecting it without daring to put her hands on it.
I was busy preparing that day’s catch for dinner, and Ashley reached over to take one of the wooden spoons we used for cooking so she could use the handle to turn the doll over.
“Look at the teeth marks on it too… something’s been chewing on this,” She noted.
“They’re battle scars,” I said. “No fun going on an ordeal like this without some battle scars, right? And besides, I always thought flaws like that gave something a little bit of personality.”
Again, Ashley just huffed.
“There’s some cracks on the back of the head,” She noted.
“I saw some coyotes down by the beach the other day, maybe they thought it was food,” I said with a shrug. “I’ll glue it and patch it up. Then see if I can’t find the original owner. I’ll bet some kid probably wants this back.”
“You are aware that this thing’s probably been floating out at sea for years, right?” She asked.
Again, I just shrugged.
“Well, maybe I’ll make some random woman's day, then,” I said and that was that.
True to my word, I did post some photos of the doll I’d found online when my rotation ended although I never heard anything back about it. A few people commented on just how creepy the doll was, but I didn’t really pay them much mind. It was an abandoned doll that had washed up on a remote beach in Labrador. Of course, it was doomed to be a little bit creepy. But I was hoping that somebody would claim it all the same, and when nobody did I still kept the doll, putting it on the desk of my apartment just in case. It still felt wrong to just throw it out after all.
***
I found the next doll about four months later, during one of my winter rotations. I was working with Ashley again, and we’d been trying to shore up the lighthouse against an oncoming blizzard that was due to hit us that night. The winds were pretty strong that day and had already torn some shingles off of the shack where the fog horn was kept. It’d blown them down toward the beach, and I’d gone down to collect them. We couldn’t fix the shed until after the storm, obviously. Just being too close to the fog horn would’ve shattered your eardrums. Even from down on the beach, the periodic drone from the horn made my entire body shake. Even in the cabin, we had to time our conversations around it lest it interrupt us. But, I figured it was better to at least have the shingles so we could do the repairs later and while I was collecting them I noticed another shape lodged between some of the rocks.
This doll was in significantly worse shape than the last one I’d found. In fact, I didn’t even recognize it as a doll at first. The head was completely missing and the body was tattered to the point where I could see the bendable joints inside.
This one was past saving, but I still brought it with me if for no other reason than to get it off the beach. After I’d finished up outside, I came in to find Ashley drinking a cup of hot chocolate in our kitchen, sitting comfortably under a stained glass mural of a ship she’d painted.
“Made you a cup,” She said gesturing to a steaming hot cup of coca on the table beside her, before noticing the tattered doll in my hand. “Oh God, not another one!”
“Found it down on the beach,” I said.
“You gonna fix this one up too?”
I looked down at the broken doll, before shaking my head.
“Too busted,” I said before deciding that this one needed to go in the trash.
“So that’s two now?” She asked, pausing to wait for the fog horn to sound before continuing, “Is this gonna be a thing with you?” She only seemed to be half joking.
“Well, you gotta admit it’s a little more interesting than stained glass,” I teased.
“Hey, screw you, man!” She replied, cracking a small smile. I took my coca and took a sip of it. The fog horn blared again, allowing her to continue.
“For something to keep me from going crazy, at least it’s constructive. And you gotta admit that I’m getting pretty good at it!”
I looked up at her mural and nodded in agreement. She was getting good at it.
“We all go crazy in our own little ways,” She said. “I make stained glass, you collect weird beach dolls.”
“I mean, I don’t think taking the other one home was that weird,” I said, as the fog horn sounded again.
“I was talking more about the fact that there even are beach dolls,” She said. “That’s a little weird, don’t you think? Usually, we just see bottles, and pieces of plastic. Stuff like that. Never seen any dolls on the beach before.”
“Ocean currents, maybe?” I asked, “There’s a lotta crap out there.”
“Maybe,” She said with a shrug, “I guess it’s not the weirdest thing you could possibly find but… I dunno.”
The fog horn punctuated her sentence and I looked down at the ruined doll again. Studying it closer, I couldn’t help but remember how Ashley had mentioned that the last one looked like something had been chewing on it. This one sorta looked the same, although much worse for wear. I shrugged off the state of the doll and tossed it in the trash. No point in looking too hard at it, I figured.
***
Over the next couple of years, I found another doll once every few months down by the beach.
They weren’t all the same. Each one was different in its own unique way. The next one I found was further down the beach, near the bottom of a charming little waterfall I sometimes visited during the hikes I took during my downtime. This one opened and closed its eyes depending on if it was laying down or not, although the eyelids had partially rotted off, meaning that they technically stayed open no matter what. It seemed a little bit older than the others and was actually starting to grow moss on it. But it was intact enough that I took it with me.
I’d been working with Gideon that month, and when he saw me bring the doll in, he actually laughed at the sight of it.
“Found another one?” He asked.
“Down by the waterfall,” I replied, holding it up to show him. “Gotta say, this one doesn’t seem to be in all that bad shape!”
He just shook his head in disbelief.
“That’s easily the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He said.
“Creepier than the moose head?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue.
I spent that afternoon cleaning the moss baby while I waited for my bread to bake. Getting the moss out of his hair was the hardest part, and even when I was done it still had a greenish tint to it. When I got back from my rotation, Moss Baby was the second doll I posted online. Just like the first, nobody came forward to claim it.
Two months later and I found a crocheted baby doll on the beach. This one was in very rough condition, having almost completely dissolved into wet threads, but I kept it anyway and tried to put it back together. It became the third I posted, although I ended up throwing it out after trying and failing to put it back together for the better part of two weeks.
As time went by, the dolls in my apartment piled up. Every few months, I’d find one I thought I could save and brought it home with me. The office of my apartment started to become something of a museum, with shelves lined with the sea battered dolls I’d found. I started seeing them less as things I hoped to return and more as mementos of my days at the lighthouse. I even kept them beside some of the gifts I’d traded with my colleagues. A mounted elk skull I’d gotten from Gideon and a stained glass sign that Ashley had painted for me as a gift that read:
Advice From The Ocean
Be shore of yourself
Take time to coast.
Avoid pier pressure
Sea lifes beauty
Don’t get tide down
Make waves!
I still never really considered doll collecting to be my ‘weird hobby’ but it was still turning into a hobby, I suppose… right up until I found the red haired doll.
***
It was a clear night. Gideon, Ashley, and I were all working a rotation at the lighthouse and had decided that it was the perfect night for a campfire. Ashey had brought marshmallows for just a night like this and was greedily toasting one after another and shoveling them into her mouth while Gideon sat nearby, calmly reading a book.
I’d gone down to one of our sheds near the beach to get more firewood when in the light from my lantern I saw a speck of red among the rocks. I’d paused before going to investigate and finding yet another doll there.
This one was plastic, with an ugly moping face and frizzy red hair. Someone had scribbled all over her face with a marker, giving her big glasses and an attempt at a smile, although with her face bleached pale from the sun, it made her face look more like a grinning skull than anything else.
I held on to the doll while I grabbed the firewood and brought it back with me to the campfire. I’d barely even made it back when Ashley noticed the doll.
“Oh God… Gideon, he’s got another one!”
“Seriously? Steve, where do you keep finding these?”
“On the beach,” I said plainly as I set the firewood down and held up the doll for them to see.
“It’s official, this is the worst one yet,” Ashley said, popping another marshmallow into her mouth. “Does this one look chewed up too?”
I frowned and looked down at the doll.
“A little bit,” I admitted. “But you gotta admit, it’s one for the collection!”
“Oh, so now it’s a collection,” Gideon said. “You know the first step is admitting that you’ve got a problem.”
“That what you did with your deer heads?” I teased.
“It’s not a problem, it’s art,” He replied.
“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.”
In an effort to annoy my colleagues, I set the Sad Skull Girl (as she had just been christened) down by the fire beside me. Ashley just shook her head and smoothed back her long brown hair before sitting back and reaching for another marshmallow.
“Did anyone ever claim any of those dolls you’ve been collecting?” She asked.
“Nah, they’re sitting on a shelf at home,” I said.
“There’s a shelf now?” Gideon asked, “My dude, how many of these things do you have?”
“I dunno, seven. Eight, now I guess.”
He just shook his head in faux disgust.
“Crazy…”
“Hey, I’ve still got them up online,” I said. “Maybe one day, someone will claim one!”
I had no idea how prophetic those words would turn out to be.
***
I posted Sad Skull Girl to the usual places, asking if she belonged to anyone but I never expected to get a response.
First time for everything, I guess.
I woke up around a week after I’d posted her to an email from a woman named Lillie Thompson that read as follows:
Mr. Lawson
A friend of mine has shown me the doll you posted to social media recently and I regret to inform you that I do recognize it.
I have a close friend - Donald Trantham who’s granddaughter owned a doll identical to the one you shared. A doll who was with her at the time of her disappearance last year.
Please Mr. Lawson, can you reach out to the St. John’s police? Show them what you gave found. Donald is a dear friend of mine. He and his family have suffered greatly from their loss and I want nothing more than to see them receive some closure.
Yours - Lillie Thompson
I think it goes without saying that reading that email sent a chill through me. The markings on that doll were distinct. While I was sure that identical dolls existed out there, none of them would have had a face like Sad Skull Girl. Someone had drawn on her. Tried to change her face. Tried to make her smile.
And that someone had been missing for over a year now.
Obviously, I reached out to the St. John’s Police. I sent them photos of the doll I’d found, along with Lillie Thompson’s email. Then around three days later, I had the police knocking at my door. I answered their questions, told them where I’d found the doll, and even mentioned that Gideon and Ashley had been with me when I’d found it. I even showed them some of the other dolls I’d found washed up along the shore and let the police photograph them. I didn’t think that anything would come of it… but not even a week after they’d interviewed me, they came back.
Six of the seven dolls I’d found had been connected to children who’d gone missing in the past five years. The police took them as evidence, brought me in for questioning and I told them everything. They even brought in Gideon and Ashley to confirm my stories, since they’d been with me when I’d found a couple of the dolls.
Ultimately, I wasn’t arrested. My story stood up to every question they asked. But I was still shaken down to my core. All those dolls… the ones whose owners I could not find, were mementos from some missing child, and I couldn’t deny what that probably meant.
It was a few days after the police questioned me that Ashley invited me out for coffee. We didn’t live in the same city, but she’d come down to talk to the police and figured she’d check in on me while I was there.
“All those kids…” I said, staring lifelessly down into my cup, “And what about the dolls I didn’t save… how many more…”
“Hey… you had no way of knowing,” She said, putting a reassuring hand over mine. “And you were trying to do the right thing, posting those dolls, trying to see if anyone recognized them! If you hadn’t been doing that, then those parents wouldn’t have heard anything at all! The Police wouldn’t know where to look for…” She trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence but I didn’t see any point in trying to spare my own feelings.
“Look for the bodies,” I said. I wasn’t stupid… I knew what the abandoned dolls probably meant.
Ashley gave a grim nod.
“You did what you could,” She said. “That’s all any of us can do.”
“Yeah… I guess…” I said softly, although I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t enough. Then again… what would be enough?
“And look on the bright side, you’re not a suspect anymore! So… there’s that!” She tried to force a smile but it seemed hollow.
“Yeah, and whoever the hell’s been doing all of this is still out there,” I said. “I never saw anywhere the dolls could have come from… I never… all I was able to tell the police was that it wasn’t me!”
Ashley’s fake smile faded. She shifted uncomfortably.
“What?” I asked and she sighed.
“Okay… well… that might not be entirely true,” She said. “When I was talking to the police, they asked me if I saw anything strange out at the lighthouse over the past few years. Something that might be connected to the dolls and… I dunno, maybe it was nothing but I remembered something.”
“Wait, really?” I asked, leaning in a little closer.
“Okay so, it could be nothing!” Ashley said, “I mean, it’s probably nothing! But every now and then I saw this boat, out on the water. It wasn’t all that big. Gunmetal gray, kinda boxy looking. I usually saw it early in the morning. It only really popped up once every month or so but it was out there pretty frequently. And… look, maybe I’m just making a connection that isn’t really there, but sometimes I thought I saw him throwing something into the water. I always figured that the guy was just out there fishing… but with this stuff about the dolls…”
My stomach turned.
“You think it was him?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Ashley said. “But the police asked if I remembered anything and that’s what I remembered!”
She took a sip of her coffee, her brow furrowed as she did.
“Maybe it’s nothing,” She said.
And maybe it was… I hoped it might be.
***
When it was time to rotate back to the lighthouse, I was almost afraid to go. I was even more afraid that Ashley and Gideon wouldn’t be there with me, but they were. Our first few days back were quiet and almost blissfully uneventful. We did our maintenance, we tended the light and we kept to ourselves. In the evenings, I baked bread while Gideon read and Ashley worked on her latest stained glass project and if ever any of us needed to go down to the beach, I let one of them do it.
I didn’t think I could handle finding another doll, knowing what it would probably mean.
For two weeks, we just sort of existed… until the morning where Ashley saw the boat again.
I’d been asleep when I heard her yelling, and coming down the stairs.
“Gideon! Steve, get on the radio!” She called.
I sat up, groggy and only half conscious as she burst into my bedroom.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“The boat,” She replied, a grave look in her eye and it took me a moment to realize what she meant.
Gideon had just barely poked his head out of his bedroom when I ran out. Ashley was already heading back out the door, a pair of binoculars in hand while I got on the radio to call the coast guard. I saw Gideon barreling down the stairs past me, running out the door after Ashley to watch the boat.
“This is Everfolk Point Lighthouse,” I said into the radio. “Calling in regarding a suspicious watercraft.”
I told them everything, before switching out with Gideon when he came back inside so I could see the boat for myself.
The gunmetal gray boat sat below the rocky cliffs in the distance, although seemed to be already moving away. Ashley offered me the binoculars and I took them, staring out at the distant boat.
Behind the wheel, I could see a man. He looked to be somewhere in his forties, with a thin scuff and dead eyes. He stared vacantly ahead, not even noticing us as he passed. I noted every detail of his face… knowing that I may need to identify him again.
He’d made it a good distance away from the cliffs when we saw the coast guards' ships arriving and as they boarded him, I felt a quiet sense of relief wash over me.
If this was the man… then they’d gotten him.
***
We heard nothing from the coast guard or the police over the next few days, although once my rotation ended and I made it back home, I heard plenty both on the local news and through a friend of mine who’d married a cop.
The man on that boat was identified as Brian Ligon. Apparently, he lived in a small cottage, outside of a town several kilometers down the coast from our lighthouse. And while they found no bodies in that cottage, they clearly found enough to arrest him.
“The way I heard it, the guy was completely nuts!” My friend said, “Soon as they booked him, he’d started screaming and ranting about how he had to kill those kids… how he was actually a good person and he had to ‘feed something’.” She’d shaken her head in disgust, “This is why I never ask about these things. It just makes me sad!”
“Well… I appreciate you asking for me,” I said.
My friend took a sip of her coffee, giving a frustrated sigh.
“Supposedly, he was throwing those dolls into the ocean because he believed their souls lived inside of them, and were feeding something in the water or something like that… either way it’s crazy.”
“Crazy…” I agreed, although my mind wandered back to the teeth marks I’d seen on some of the dolls.
I tried not to think too hard about it.
I read somewhere that Ligon was found dead in his cell the other night… and I can’t pretend that I don’t find the news of his death a little relieving. It’s clear to me that he was a monster… and that there are parts of this story that I do not want to or need to know. I’ve told myself that I won’t pry any further for the sake of my own mental health… I have enough nightmares about the dolls as it is now and there’s a very large part of me that just wants to forget that any of this ever happened.
But the questions still gnaw at me all the same.
Ligon was probably crazy… and when he said that he believed he was feeding something in the ocean, those were probably little more than the words of a deeply disturbed individual. But I can’t forget the teeth marks I saw in the plastic flesh of some of those dolls. I know it’s probably nothing, logically it has to be nothing!
And as I sit here tonight, staring at the only doll I have left, the first one I took from the beach, I can’t help but look at those old scars in her flesh and wonder.
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I figure that people probably picture me living alone on some desolate rock, spending my days tending to chores and looking sternly out at the sea during the evenings with a cup of warm grog but that’s really only half true.
For starters, I’m not alone. There’s always been at least one other person with me during my rotations at the lighthouse. It’s better to work in teams, partially because it’s good to have company and partially because in case anything happens, it’s better to have someone who can call for help. Working at any lighthouse can be dangerous. When you’re that close to the sea, any storms that come your way hit you like a brick and if you’re not prepared, they will kill you dead.
Working at a lighthouse is hard work too. I’ve met some folks who think that the job is just turning the light on and off again, but it’s nowhere near that simple. All lighthouses, even the automated ones still need maintenance. The storms that come off the water wear them down quickly, so you spend most of your time shoring them up, making repairs, and doing maintenance. In the four years, I’ve worked at Everfolk Point, I’ve probably repainted the whole property two or three times and I wouldn’t be surprised if I have to repaint it two or three more before I get transferred.
That said, while they work me like a dog, it’s not all bad. I don’t actually stay at the lighthouse 365 days a year. I spend one month there, and then I get one month off. In effect, I’m really only working six months out of the year. They do it to prevent people going stir crazy, like you see in the movies, although it doesn’t stop you from going a little crazy.
Simply put - when you’re working at the lighthouse, things can get a little weird and that’s okay! You’re more or less completely cut off from the rest of the world save for one radio you’re only expected to use in an emergency and little to do in your leisure time. Put in those circumstances, people tend to find some interesting hobbies to keep themselves occupied.
For example - one of the guys I often worked with, Gideon took an interest in taxidermy and collecting bones. He’d find dead animals washed up on shore or out in the woods and turn them into little projects. He actually got pretty good at it. Once he even brought home a freaking moose skull. It was simultaneously the creepiest and coolest thing I’d ever seen in my life. He brought that skull home with him after our rotation ended, and as far as I know, it hangs in his living room to this day.
Personally? I always passed the time by baking bread. I’d originally only started doing it out of necessity (we had to make most of our food completely from scratch) but after my first few batches turned out badly, I wanted to up my game and may have gotten a little obsessed with it. Oh, I could talk for hours about baking bread! I’ve even come up with my own recipes! I make this fantastic, spicy, cheesy bread that’s to die for! It’s great for a sandwich. And lately, I’ve been expanding into bagels which is kinda an art form in and of itself. If you’ve never made bagels from scratch before, you just haven’t lived. A real homemade bagel makes the stuff you get at the grocery store look like a sad joke. One taste of the real thing and you’ll never be able to go back!
Ah, but there I go getting all carried away. I didn’t sit down to talk about bread. That’s not what’s really on my mind tonight, no.
See, I got back from my last rotation about three days ago but I’ve had this particular incident on my mind for almost two weeks now. I really don’t know what to make of it. I’ve filed the relevant reports, of course, and as far as I know, the situation is technically resolved but that hasn’t given me much in the way of closure. I suppose I’m hoping that by sharing it here and putting it out into the world, that will change.
I worked at a few different lighthouses before I got posted at Everfolk, and as I said before I know that sometimes the isolation can make you a little weird. But in my experience, it’s always been the people who’ve been weird, and up until I went to Everfolk I hadn’t seen a single thing I couldn’t logically explain. But when I started finding the dolls, that all changed.
I first noticed them a few months after first starting my posting at Everfolk. It’d been a quiet Sunday morning and I’d been going down the beach to do some fishing when I saw one. I’d initially figured that it was just garbage. We saw plenty of it washed up on the rocky beach. Usually, I’d just pick it up and get rid of it. But as I went to grab it, I noticed the puffy cheeks and squashed nose. As I looked down at the face, it clicked that what I was looking at was the face of a baby and I felt a brief stab of panic before realizing that this thankfully wasn’t the corpse of an actual baby. It was just a doll. It was worn down by the elements, yes and it sure as heck looked like it’d seen better days, but it was just an ordinary baby doll.
Well… mostly ordinary. When I picked it up to inspect it, I couldn’t help but notice that somebody had gone through the effort of putting actual baby clothes on it. This stuff looked handmade. Honestly, the sight of it kinda broke my heart. Once upon a time, somebody must’ve really loved this doll and it was a little tragic to find it washed up on some faraway shore. The idea of just casually throwing it out didn’t really appeal to me. Call me sentimental, but hurling something that well loved into the trash just felt… wrong. So, I kept it and as I went down to my usual fishing spot, I carried it with me so it would dry and not soak the contents of my backpack. I guess I’d wondered if maybe I could somehow find its owner. The internet is a big place, maybe if I posted it when I got back home I could reunite it with whoever the original owner was. Even if they didn’t want the doll back (it was in pretty rough shape) the clothes could probably still be salvaged.
***
“That’s gotta be the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” said the girl I’d been working with back during my first rotation at the lighthouse. Her name was Ashley and she'd been there for two years longer than I had.
“Oh come on, look at his little coat, it’s kinda cute,” I’d replied.
Ashley had just grimaced.
“It’s still got weeds tangled in it,” She said. “And look at the eyes, the paints faded off.”
“Eh, give him a little TLC and he’ll be right as rain,” I said although Ashley didn’t seem convinced. She just stared mistrustfully down at the doll, inspecting it without daring to put her hands on it.
I was busy preparing that day’s catch for dinner, and Ashley reached over to take one of the wooden spoons we used for cooking so she could use the handle to turn the doll over.
“Look at the teeth marks on it too… something’s been chewing on this,” She noted.
“They’re battle scars,” I said. “No fun going on an ordeal like this without some battle scars, right? And besides, I always thought flaws like that gave something a little bit of personality.”
Again, Ashley just huffed.
“There’s some cracks on the back of the head,” She noted.
“I saw some coyotes down by the beach the other day, maybe they thought it was food,” I said with a shrug. “I’ll glue it and patch it up. Then see if I can’t find the original owner. I’ll bet some kid probably wants this back.”
“You are aware that this thing’s probably been floating out at sea for years, right?” She asked.
Again, I just shrugged.
“Well, maybe I’ll make some random woman's day, then,” I said and that was that.
True to my word, I did post some photos of the doll I’d found online when my rotation ended although I never heard anything back about it. A few people commented on just how creepy the doll was, but I didn’t really pay them much mind. It was an abandoned doll that had washed up on a remote beach in Labrador. Of course, it was doomed to be a little bit creepy. But I was hoping that somebody would claim it all the same, and when nobody did I still kept the doll, putting it on the desk of my apartment just in case. It still felt wrong to just throw it out after all.
***
I found the next doll about four months later, during one of my winter rotations. I was working with Ashley again, and we’d been trying to shore up the lighthouse against an oncoming blizzard that was due to hit us that night. The winds were pretty strong that day and had already torn some shingles off of the shack where the fog horn was kept. It’d blown them down toward the beach, and I’d gone down to collect them. We couldn’t fix the shed until after the storm, obviously. Just being too close to the fog horn would’ve shattered your eardrums. Even from down on the beach, the periodic drone from the horn made my entire body shake. Even in the cabin, we had to time our conversations around it lest it interrupt us. But, I figured it was better to at least have the shingles so we could do the repairs later and while I was collecting them I noticed another shape lodged between some of the rocks.
This doll was in significantly worse shape than the last one I’d found. In fact, I didn’t even recognize it as a doll at first. The head was completely missing and the body was tattered to the point where I could see the bendable joints inside.
This one was past saving, but I still brought it with me if for no other reason than to get it off the beach. After I’d finished up outside, I came in to find Ashley drinking a cup of hot chocolate in our kitchen, sitting comfortably under a stained glass mural of a ship she’d painted.
“Made you a cup,” She said gesturing to a steaming hot cup of coca on the table beside her, before noticing the tattered doll in my hand. “Oh God, not another one!”
“Found it down on the beach,” I said.
“You gonna fix this one up too?”
I looked down at the broken doll, before shaking my head.
“Too busted,” I said before deciding that this one needed to go in the trash.
“So that’s two now?” She asked, pausing to wait for the fog horn to sound before continuing, “Is this gonna be a thing with you?” She only seemed to be half joking.
“Well, you gotta admit it’s a little more interesting than stained glass,” I teased.
“Hey, screw you, man!” She replied, cracking a small smile. I took my coca and took a sip of it. The fog horn blared again, allowing her to continue.
“For something to keep me from going crazy, at least it’s constructive. And you gotta admit that I’m getting pretty good at it!”
I looked up at her mural and nodded in agreement. She was getting good at it.
“We all go crazy in our own little ways,” She said. “I make stained glass, you collect weird beach dolls.”
“I mean, I don’t think taking the other one home was that weird,” I said, as the fog horn sounded again.
“I was talking more about the fact that there even are beach dolls,” She said. “That’s a little weird, don’t you think? Usually, we just see bottles, and pieces of plastic. Stuff like that. Never seen any dolls on the beach before.”
“Ocean currents, maybe?” I asked, “There’s a lotta crap out there.”
“Maybe,” She said with a shrug, “I guess it’s not the weirdest thing you could possibly find but… I dunno.”
The fog horn punctuated her sentence and I looked down at the ruined doll again. Studying it closer, I couldn’t help but remember how Ashley had mentioned that the last one looked like something had been chewing on it. This one sorta looked the same, although much worse for wear. I shrugged off the state of the doll and tossed it in the trash. No point in looking too hard at it, I figured.
***
Over the next couple of years, I found another doll once every few months down by the beach.
They weren’t all the same. Each one was different in its own unique way. The next one I found was further down the beach, near the bottom of a charming little waterfall I sometimes visited during the hikes I took during my downtime. This one opened and closed its eyes depending on if it was laying down or not, although the eyelids had partially rotted off, meaning that they technically stayed open no matter what. It seemed a little bit older than the others and was actually starting to grow moss on it. But it was intact enough that I took it with me.
I’d been working with Gideon that month, and when he saw me bring the doll in, he actually laughed at the sight of it.
“Found another one?” He asked.
“Down by the waterfall,” I replied, holding it up to show him. “Gotta say, this one doesn’t seem to be in all that bad shape!”
He just shook his head in disbelief.
“That’s easily the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He said.
“Creepier than the moose head?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue.
I spent that afternoon cleaning the moss baby while I waited for my bread to bake. Getting the moss out of his hair was the hardest part, and even when I was done it still had a greenish tint to it. When I got back from my rotation, Moss Baby was the second doll I posted online. Just like the first, nobody came forward to claim it.
Two months later and I found a crocheted baby doll on the beach. This one was in very rough condition, having almost completely dissolved into wet threads, but I kept it anyway and tried to put it back together. It became the third I posted, although I ended up throwing it out after trying and failing to put it back together for the better part of two weeks.
As time went by, the dolls in my apartment piled up. Every few months, I’d find one I thought I could save and brought it home with me. The office of my apartment started to become something of a museum, with shelves lined with the sea battered dolls I’d found. I started seeing them less as things I hoped to return and more as mementos of my days at the lighthouse. I even kept them beside some of the gifts I’d traded with my colleagues. A mounted elk skull I’d gotten from Gideon and a stained glass sign that Ashley had painted for me as a gift that read:
Advice From The Ocean
Be shore of yourself
Take time to coast.
Avoid pier pressure
Sea lifes beauty
Don’t get tide down
Make waves!
I still never really considered doll collecting to be my ‘weird hobby’ but it was still turning into a hobby, I suppose… right up until I found the red haired doll.
***
It was a clear night. Gideon, Ashley, and I were all working a rotation at the lighthouse and had decided that it was the perfect night for a campfire. Ashey had brought marshmallows for just a night like this and was greedily toasting one after another and shoveling them into her mouth while Gideon sat nearby, calmly reading a book.
I’d gone down to one of our sheds near the beach to get more firewood when in the light from my lantern I saw a speck of red among the rocks. I’d paused before going to investigate and finding yet another doll there.
This one was plastic, with an ugly moping face and frizzy red hair. Someone had scribbled all over her face with a marker, giving her big glasses and an attempt at a smile, although with her face bleached pale from the sun, it made her face look more like a grinning skull than anything else.
I held on to the doll while I grabbed the firewood and brought it back with me to the campfire. I’d barely even made it back when Ashley noticed the doll.
“Oh God… Gideon, he’s got another one!”
“Seriously? Steve, where do you keep finding these?”
“On the beach,” I said plainly as I set the firewood down and held up the doll for them to see.
“It’s official, this is the worst one yet,” Ashley said, popping another marshmallow into her mouth. “Does this one look chewed up too?”
I frowned and looked down at the doll.
“A little bit,” I admitted. “But you gotta admit, it’s one for the collection!”
“Oh, so now it’s a collection,” Gideon said. “You know the first step is admitting that you’ve got a problem.”
“That what you did with your deer heads?” I teased.
“It’s not a problem, it’s art,” He replied.
“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.”
In an effort to annoy my colleagues, I set the Sad Skull Girl (as she had just been christened) down by the fire beside me. Ashley just shook her head and smoothed back her long brown hair before sitting back and reaching for another marshmallow.
“Did anyone ever claim any of those dolls you’ve been collecting?” She asked.
“Nah, they’re sitting on a shelf at home,” I said.
“There’s a shelf now?” Gideon asked, “My dude, how many of these things do you have?”
“I dunno, seven. Eight, now I guess.”
He just shook his head in faux disgust.
“Crazy…”
“Hey, I’ve still got them up online,” I said. “Maybe one day, someone will claim one!”
I had no idea how prophetic those words would turn out to be.
***
I posted Sad Skull Girl to the usual places, asking if she belonged to anyone but I never expected to get a response.
First time for everything, I guess.
I woke up around a week after I’d posted her to an email from a woman named Lillie Thompson that read as follows:
Mr. Lawson
A friend of mine has shown me the doll you posted to social media recently and I regret to inform you that I do recognize it.
I have a close friend - Donald Trantham who’s granddaughter owned a doll identical to the one you shared. A doll who was with her at the time of her disappearance last year.
Please Mr. Lawson, can you reach out to the St. John’s police? Show them what you gave found. Donald is a dear friend of mine. He and his family have suffered greatly from their loss and I want nothing more than to see them receive some closure.
Yours - Lillie Thompson
I think it goes without saying that reading that email sent a chill through me. The markings on that doll were distinct. While I was sure that identical dolls existed out there, none of them would have had a face like Sad Skull Girl. Someone had drawn on her. Tried to change her face. Tried to make her smile.
And that someone had been missing for over a year now.
Obviously, I reached out to the St. John’s Police. I sent them photos of the doll I’d found, along with Lillie Thompson’s email. Then around three days later, I had the police knocking at my door. I answered their questions, told them where I’d found the doll, and even mentioned that Gideon and Ashley had been with me when I’d found it. I even showed them some of the other dolls I’d found washed up along the shore and let the police photograph them. I didn’t think that anything would come of it… but not even a week after they’d interviewed me, they came back.
Six of the seven dolls I’d found had been connected to children who’d gone missing in the past five years. The police took them as evidence, brought me in for questioning and I told them everything. They even brought in Gideon and Ashley to confirm my stories, since they’d been with me when I’d found a couple of the dolls.
Ultimately, I wasn’t arrested. My story stood up to every question they asked. But I was still shaken down to my core. All those dolls… the ones whose owners I could not find, were mementos from some missing child, and I couldn’t deny what that probably meant.
It was a few days after the police questioned me that Ashley invited me out for coffee. We didn’t live in the same city, but she’d come down to talk to the police and figured she’d check in on me while I was there.
“All those kids…” I said, staring lifelessly down into my cup, “And what about the dolls I didn’t save… how many more…”
“Hey… you had no way of knowing,” She said, putting a reassuring hand over mine. “And you were trying to do the right thing, posting those dolls, trying to see if anyone recognized them! If you hadn’t been doing that, then those parents wouldn’t have heard anything at all! The Police wouldn’t know where to look for…” She trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence but I didn’t see any point in trying to spare my own feelings.
“Look for the bodies,” I said. I wasn’t stupid… I knew what the abandoned dolls probably meant.
Ashley gave a grim nod.
“You did what you could,” She said. “That’s all any of us can do.”
“Yeah… I guess…” I said softly, although I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t enough. Then again… what would be enough?
“And look on the bright side, you’re not a suspect anymore! So… there’s that!” She tried to force a smile but it seemed hollow.
“Yeah, and whoever the hell’s been doing all of this is still out there,” I said. “I never saw anywhere the dolls could have come from… I never… all I was able to tell the police was that it wasn’t me!”
Ashley’s fake smile faded. She shifted uncomfortably.
“What?” I asked and she sighed.
“Okay… well… that might not be entirely true,” She said. “When I was talking to the police, they asked me if I saw anything strange out at the lighthouse over the past few years. Something that might be connected to the dolls and… I dunno, maybe it was nothing but I remembered something.”
“Wait, really?” I asked, leaning in a little closer.
“Okay so, it could be nothing!” Ashley said, “I mean, it’s probably nothing! But every now and then I saw this boat, out on the water. It wasn’t all that big. Gunmetal gray, kinda boxy looking. I usually saw it early in the morning. It only really popped up once every month or so but it was out there pretty frequently. And… look, maybe I’m just making a connection that isn’t really there, but sometimes I thought I saw him throwing something into the water. I always figured that the guy was just out there fishing… but with this stuff about the dolls…”
My stomach turned.
“You think it was him?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Ashley said. “But the police asked if I remembered anything and that’s what I remembered!”
She took a sip of her coffee, her brow furrowed as she did.
“Maybe it’s nothing,” She said.
And maybe it was… I hoped it might be.
***
When it was time to rotate back to the lighthouse, I was almost afraid to go. I was even more afraid that Ashley and Gideon wouldn’t be there with me, but they were. Our first few days back were quiet and almost blissfully uneventful. We did our maintenance, we tended the light and we kept to ourselves. In the evenings, I baked bread while Gideon read and Ashley worked on her latest stained glass project and if ever any of us needed to go down to the beach, I let one of them do it.
I didn’t think I could handle finding another doll, knowing what it would probably mean.
For two weeks, we just sort of existed… until the morning where Ashley saw the boat again.
I’d been asleep when I heard her yelling, and coming down the stairs.
“Gideon! Steve, get on the radio!” She called.
I sat up, groggy and only half conscious as she burst into my bedroom.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“The boat,” She replied, a grave look in her eye and it took me a moment to realize what she meant.
Gideon had just barely poked his head out of his bedroom when I ran out. Ashley was already heading back out the door, a pair of binoculars in hand while I got on the radio to call the coast guard. I saw Gideon barreling down the stairs past me, running out the door after Ashley to watch the boat.
“This is Everfolk Point Lighthouse,” I said into the radio. “Calling in regarding a suspicious watercraft.”
I told them everything, before switching out with Gideon when he came back inside so I could see the boat for myself.
The gunmetal gray boat sat below the rocky cliffs in the distance, although seemed to be already moving away. Ashley offered me the binoculars and I took them, staring out at the distant boat.
Behind the wheel, I could see a man. He looked to be somewhere in his forties, with a thin scuff and dead eyes. He stared vacantly ahead, not even noticing us as he passed. I noted every detail of his face… knowing that I may need to identify him again.
He’d made it a good distance away from the cliffs when we saw the coast guards' ships arriving and as they boarded him, I felt a quiet sense of relief wash over me.
If this was the man… then they’d gotten him.
***
We heard nothing from the coast guard or the police over the next few days, although once my rotation ended and I made it back home, I heard plenty both on the local news and through a friend of mine who’d married a cop.
The man on that boat was identified as Brian Ligon. Apparently, he lived in a small cottage, outside of a town several kilometers down the coast from our lighthouse. And while they found no bodies in that cottage, they clearly found enough to arrest him.
“The way I heard it, the guy was completely nuts!” My friend said, “Soon as they booked him, he’d started screaming and ranting about how he had to kill those kids… how he was actually a good person and he had to ‘feed something’.” She’d shaken her head in disgust, “This is why I never ask about these things. It just makes me sad!”
“Well… I appreciate you asking for me,” I said.
My friend took a sip of her coffee, giving a frustrated sigh.
“Supposedly, he was throwing those dolls into the ocean because he believed their souls lived inside of them, and were feeding something in the water or something like that… either way it’s crazy.”
“Crazy…” I agreed, although my mind wandered back to the teeth marks I’d seen on some of the dolls.
I tried not to think too hard about it.
I read somewhere that Ligon was found dead in his cell the other night… and I can’t pretend that I don’t find the news of his death a little relieving. It’s clear to me that he was a monster… and that there are parts of this story that I do not want to or need to know. I’ve told myself that I won’t pry any further for the sake of my own mental health… I have enough nightmares about the dolls as it is now and there’s a very large part of me that just wants to forget that any of this ever happened.
But the questions still gnaw at me all the same.
Ligon was probably crazy… and when he said that he believed he was feeding something in the ocean, those were probably little more than the words of a deeply disturbed individual. But I can’t forget the teeth marks I saw in the plastic flesh of some of those dolls. I know it’s probably nothing, logically it has to be nothing!
And as I sit here tonight, staring at the only doll I have left, the first one I took from the beach, I can’t help but look at those old scars in her flesh and wonder.
2023.03.29 08:02 rosecity80 Cool crochet exhibit at the PDX airport
 | Thought you all would appreciate this! Artist info on last slide. submitted by rosecity80 to Brochet [link] [comments] |
2023.03.29 07:44 SelfRedeemedBoiler Slightly edited photo taken from the top of the University St garage (~1:20 AM)
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2023.03.29 06:15 BusyMoron I just found out that my Dad is cheating on my Mom, what should I do?
Recently my Dad moved into his own apartment after many, many, many months of living with his parents. He’s had his apartment for less than three months.
My Mom and Dad had always and still do argue that they should get divorced. I have never picked a side in the arguments as I would fear that they would actually get divorced and I wouldn’t see the other parent.
Almost a year ago, my Dad got diagnosed with cancer. It was heart breaking as we had lost one of my Grandmas a year before that due to cancer. My Dad recovered after months of chemotherapy and surgeries, he beat cancer. But him and my Mom went right back to arguing again.
My dad went back to his parents after sleeping in our garage for months. He got happier at his parents house and even started to eat more food again. However, he got an apartment recently and he has been doing well in there. I come by every weekend to make sure he isn’t dead.
My mom had told me a month or two ago that she had suspicions that my dad was cheating(he had done it before when I was around five or seven).My Mom found out that my Dad had a dating app on his phone(not tinder). So a couple hours ago I decided to go through his phone to see if he was really cheating.
He had the app, I saw that he was talking to around five different women. I checked his photos and saw pictures of him getting his dick sucked by some women. I was disgusted and disappointed. He always says he is trying to better himself(stoping drinking, smoking, etc.) and now I know he just lies about what’s really happening. I don’t know what to do… I need help, I’m only fifteen and I don’t know how to even process this. Please, I need advice at what to do next…
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My Mom and Dad had always and still do argue that they should get divorced. I have never picked a side in the arguments as I would fear that they would actually get divorced and I wouldn’t see the other parent.
Almost a year ago, my Dad got diagnosed with cancer. It was heart breaking as we had lost one of my Grandmas a year before that due to cancer. My Dad recovered after months of chemotherapy and surgeries, he beat cancer. But him and my Mom went right back to arguing again.
My dad went back to his parents after sleeping in our garage for months. He got happier at his parents house and even started to eat more food again. However, he got an apartment recently and he has been doing well in there. I come by every weekend to make sure he isn’t dead.
My mom had told me a month or two ago that she had suspicions that my dad was cheating(he had done it before when I was around five or seven).My Mom found out that my Dad had a dating app on his phone(not tinder). So a couple hours ago I decided to go through his phone to see if he was really cheating.
He had the app, I saw that he was talking to around five different women. I checked his photos and saw pictures of him getting his dick sucked by some women. I was disgusted and disappointed. He always says he is trying to better himself(stoping drinking, smoking, etc.) and now I know he just lies about what’s really happening. I don’t know what to do… I need help, I’m only fifteen and I don’t know how to even process this. Please, I need advice at what to do next…
2023.03.29 06:00 che_don_john Garage entry door shifted - will it straighten out like the contractor says?
 | Hi all, submitted by che_don_john to homerenovations [link] [comments] Back in November 2021 we had a new entry/side door installed in our garage. Everything was fine until a month ago (Feb 2023) when the door appeared to have shifted during the daytime - my wife came home from work to find that neither than main handle nor the deadbolt would catch. I removed the deadbolt's strike plate which helped temporarily, but the door has shifted again a little, so I really have to pull to lock it. You can see from the first photo of the sensor how much it has moved. I asked the installer to come out and take a look. He explained that the right side (see second photo) had shifted downwards, but said that he shouldn't do anything just yet as it should straighter out after winter. Is he right? Should the door straighten out come Spring/Summer? Or could there be an installer error here that I should be asking the company to rectify? I've lived in Winnipeg for over three years so I understand shifting is a thing here, and I have adjusted many an internal door, but this a bit more urgent as it's on the garage - can't risk it not closing. Thanks! https://preview.redd.it/5xow5dnuqlqa1.jpg?width=2592&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=687a34d40d97ffecd544750e0ef3f0244162cba9 https://preview.redd.it/b1k3lhnuqlqa1.jpg?width=2592&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=891ca3d82ef85fae10ee522ca7207a019499cdc3 |
2023.03.29 05:03 Resistance_made Choppy waves
 | Took this photo on the top floor of a parking garage. I wanted to test out a new lens. Security promptly kicked me out 10 seconds after taking this photo. Not sure why I wasn’t allowed to take photos there, but I’m glad I got this before I was asked to leave. submitted by Resistance_made to photographs [link] [comments] |
2023.03.29 04:51 mkopinsky [Race Report] Philadelphia Love Run Half Marathon March 26, 2023
Race Information
- Name: Philly Love Run Half Marathon
- Date: March 24, 2023
- Distance: 13.1 miles
- Location: Philadeelphia, PA
- Website: https://www.motivrunning.com/the-love-run/
- Strava: https://www.strava.com/activities/8780839589
- Time: 2:05:58
Goals
| Goal | Description | Completed? |
|---|---|---|
| A | Finish | Yes |
| B | 10:00 pace | Yes |
Splits
| Mile | Time |
|---|---|
| 1 | 10:04 |
| 2 | 10:26 |
| 3 | 9:31 |
| 4 | 9:38 |
| 5 | 9:40 |
| 6 | 10:12 (stopped to pee) |
| 7 | 9:26 |
| 8 | 9:41 |
| 9 | 9:20 |
| 10 | 9:57 |
| 11 | 9:28 |
| 12 | 8:59 |
| 13 | 8:22 |
| .18 | 7:05 |
Training
I've been running for about 8 months, did a 10k and a 5k in November, and since then have been wanting to do a half marathon, though I wasn't sure if I could. I started increasing my distances but as I started getting to 7-8 miles I was getting some knee pain, which freaked me out. An unfruitful physical therapy appointment and a very fruitful trip to Philly Runner later, I had new motion control shoes and since then I've had no issues.My training in theory was one long run each weekend and a few shorter runs. I did not obey that religiously - sometimes between kids and other stuff going on I never got a weekend long run in, and sometimes I filled it in on Monday morning. My longest long run was 11.6 miles, about 3 weeks before the race. I wanted to get in a longer 12+ mile run in, but it didn't end up happening. Most weeks I totalled 13-20 mpw.
Tapering is weird - for most activities, when you have a performance coming up, you practice practice practice the week leading up to it. It felt weird specifically not running when I was all nervous about the upcoming big race.
Pre-race
Night before, scheduled a Lyft for 6:30-6:40 race morning. It was shared with 2 friends, so arranged it to pick us up from a midpoint between our houses, about two from my house.Woke up at 6, scarfed down a PBJ bagel and an iced coffee (both prepared in advance) with the hope of pooping at home rather than needing to use the portapotties. At 6:25 got a notification from Lyft saying that my ride would be there right on time at 6:30, so I hurried and got to the corner on time. Turns out the driver got there right at 6:40, so I needn't have hurried. Ride to the course was smooth, got dropped where police had blocked the road on Spring Garden right by the museum.
Race
Wow. 11,000 people is a LOT of people. The other races I did (a 10k and a 5k) both had hundreds of participants. I know a half dozen people who ran this race, but never saw any of them on the course (or off the course, other than the people I traveled with and hung out with briefly after).Running through Center City was cool but absolutely blinding at that time of day. Facing east I could only look about 6 feet ahead of my feet without blinding my eyes. Definitely wished I had sunglasses for this portion.
I had seen people talking about Center City buildings throwing off their Garmins, and yep now I see what they're talking about it. My GPS track is almost a full block off of where I actually was at times. I passed the mile 2 flag when my Garmin said 1.88 or so, and the entire race my Garmin was behind a bit. It seemed to catch up as time went on (perhaps it was mile 8 when my watch said 7.96) and somehow by the end I had clocked 13.18 miles.
This was my first half. My stated goal pace was 10:00/mile, but I really didn't know what to expect - I knew that I could run 9:15-9:30 for quite a while on flat roads, just didn't know for how long. I also knew that I could run 8:xx for a short distance, but definitely not miles on end. Until the Please Touch Museum (mile 11 or so) I held myself back and didn't dare run faster than 9:15; once I got past that I figured there's no harm in just letting it rip at 8:30 or even 8:00 down Lansdowne and to the end.
I knew the hills were coming, and slowed down before each of them so I would be a bit more refreshed running up them. My training in general was hillier than the course - just the natural consequence of where I live. I had also done a training run including Black Road, so I was prepared for that. The amount of profanity I heard going up Black Road was quite amusing, I must say. The one hill I totally wasn't expecting was from boathouse row back to the art museum. Since when was that supposed to be uphill?! Looking now that was only about 30 feet of elevation gain, but damn that was hard.
The whole last mile I was pushing really hard - in all of my training, I've never really let my HR get into the red zone (I guess that's zone 5?) for more than a minute or two, but I stayed there for the entire last mile. Earned me my first ever "Training effect: VO2 max" from Garmin. 🤠
Favorite humorous sign: ALWAYS GIVE 100% except for blood Favorite inspirational sign: You can and you will
Post-race
After finishing (and apparently looking somewhat like a doofus on the official photos) I got my medal, made my way to the food and then to the beer garden. Met a friend who had also run (and finished way faster than me), hung up out with him for a few minutes, and Lyfted home. Spent the rest of the day with the kids grocery shopping and taking them to the playground. That extra activity got me above 30k steps in the day, earning me my second 4 point Garmin badge of the day.Random side note: there were a good number of signs along the lines of "this is a lot of work for a free banana", and there WEREN'T ANY BANANAS IN THE FOOD BAGS. What's with that? (I have no complaints about the food, just I was told there would be bananas. They did include these adorable heart-shaped pretzels which I insisted on eating myself and not sharing with my 4 and 6 year old kids.)
Made with a new race report generator created by herumph.
2023.03.29 04:32 MiniCooperMan2 Should I upgrade the camera or the lens?
 | Hey guys, I am currently shooting with my dad’s Canon EOS 60D and what I believe is the kit 70-300mm lens. I mainly do aviation photography and a bit of wildlife and car photography as well. I am happy with the quality of my automotive photos with the 28-80mm lens as long as it isn’t too dark out. I am a bit unhappy with the sharpness of my aviation and wildlife photos though. Do you guys think I would be better off getting a new camera body and sticking with the same 70-300mm lens or getting a new lens with more reach, like a 150-600mm, and sticking with the 60D? I’ll attach some photos as a reference. Thanks for the help in advance! submitted by MiniCooperMan2 to Cameras [link] [comments] |
2023.03.29 03:03 1994bmw850csi Everybody complains about the lack of conspiracies on the show, but nobody is throwing out any wild theories. Let’s talk about the true American royal family and their propaganda machine. THE FORD MOTOR COMPANY
First off please familiarize yourself with the ford family tree:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Ford_family_tree
To begin, let’s talk about Henry Ford. This man is the most whitewashed figure in American History. Henry Ford was a wild racist, the kind of old timey racist where it’s so irrational it’s almost comical. He owned an antisemitic newspaper and was so outspoken in his hatred of Jews that he is the only American mentioned positively in Mein Kampf, AND Adolf Hitler had a portrait of Henry Ford in his office. If you had to learn how to square dance in school, it is because Henry ford believed Jazz music was invented by the Jews to corrupt American youth, so he payed to have a dance troop teach kids how to square dance (shoutout Twisted History for this fact). If you’d like to learn more about Henry Fords racism you can google Fordlandia to learn about his rubber plantation in Brazil.
Why is this not taught in our schools? Because of the Ford propaganda machine. Ford motor company is one of the few mega corporations to still be partially owned by its founding family, which means they have a vested interest in protecting Henry Fords legacy. I recently went to the Henry Ford museum in Detroit and there was little mention of his racism in the museum. Coincidentally, the museum is funded by the FoMoCo.
Let’s move on to Henry Ford II shall we. Henry II is actually the grandson of Henry I, however his father Edsel died young so Henry II took over the company. Henry II is the boss in Ford v Ferrari, I encourage you all to do your own research and see how the movie lied about the negotiations between Ford and Ferrari. When Ralph Nader released his book “Unsafe at any speed” which exposed how unsafe cars were at the time, Henry II blamed bad drivers for being the cause of automotive deaths and held book burnings trying to smear Ralph Nader’s name. This is literal textbook dictator level propaganda.
I could rant for hours about the FoMoCo and their fucked up business dealings, however I’m gonna stop now in hopes that we get a pod episode about it. Let’s see more insane postings in this sub, for being a conspiracy subreddit you mfs are boring. Also sell the fucking Lions you shitheads.
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https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Ford_family_tree
To begin, let’s talk about Henry Ford. This man is the most whitewashed figure in American History. Henry Ford was a wild racist, the kind of old timey racist where it’s so irrational it’s almost comical. He owned an antisemitic newspaper and was so outspoken in his hatred of Jews that he is the only American mentioned positively in Mein Kampf, AND Adolf Hitler had a portrait of Henry Ford in his office. If you had to learn how to square dance in school, it is because Henry ford believed Jazz music was invented by the Jews to corrupt American youth, so he payed to have a dance troop teach kids how to square dance (shoutout Twisted History for this fact). If you’d like to learn more about Henry Fords racism you can google Fordlandia to learn about his rubber plantation in Brazil.
Why is this not taught in our schools? Because of the Ford propaganda machine. Ford motor company is one of the few mega corporations to still be partially owned by its founding family, which means they have a vested interest in protecting Henry Fords legacy. I recently went to the Henry Ford museum in Detroit and there was little mention of his racism in the museum. Coincidentally, the museum is funded by the FoMoCo.
Let’s move on to Henry Ford II shall we. Henry II is actually the grandson of Henry I, however his father Edsel died young so Henry II took over the company. Henry II is the boss in Ford v Ferrari, I encourage you all to do your own research and see how the movie lied about the negotiations between Ford and Ferrari. When Ralph Nader released his book “Unsafe at any speed” which exposed how unsafe cars were at the time, Henry II blamed bad drivers for being the cause of automotive deaths and held book burnings trying to smear Ralph Nader’s name. This is literal textbook dictator level propaganda.
I could rant for hours about the FoMoCo and their fucked up business dealings, however I’m gonna stop now in hopes that we get a pod episode about it. Let’s see more insane postings in this sub, for being a conspiracy subreddit you mfs are boring. Also sell the fucking Lions you shitheads.
2023.03.29 02:32 monkeyguy999 Uber rare 1979 atari arcade game.
Please dont holler at me too much. Been trying to figure out the proper place to ask this and get some pointers.
I have a 1979? atari basketball arcade game full sized. I purchased it at 9-12? years old from my friends father (and atari engineer) He had a whole barn full of arcade games... back in the early 80's when they did that sort of things. Engineers took them home to play and troubleshoot.
All paint and decals are present. Dont even think there is any damage. Museum piece.
Screen is black and white. Immaculate condition, always inside.
Never ever used in a arcade. Doesn't even have the change setup.
Engineering number is 014 (could be 16, need to check) off the line.
Asset # available.
game IP 0016
serial # 3050
model on metal sticker on back is 168
serial on metal sticker is bkb3050
To the best of my knoweldge. I'm the only one that played in more than a few times.
Last plugin... it all worked. Even the trackballs
Questions: what is it worth if I wish to sell it? Its been a home / temp controlled garage item for almost 40+ years, I hid most my toilet papering supplies and love letters to my GF in high school in it.
Thank you much in advanced.
Any suggest of where to ask or get more information, is appreciated.
ADDITIONAL: cartridge white odd size. Has "ROBOtron"? will have to verify... on it in old 80s adhesive stickers. It came with my atari 800? I purchased from the same engineer after atari tanked.but is not a atari 800 cartridge. Engineers name is printed on it as well if I recall.
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I have a 1979? atari basketball arcade game full sized. I purchased it at 9-12? years old from my friends father (and atari engineer) He had a whole barn full of arcade games... back in the early 80's when they did that sort of things. Engineers took them home to play and troubleshoot.
All paint and decals are present. Dont even think there is any damage. Museum piece.
Screen is black and white. Immaculate condition, always inside.
Never ever used in a arcade. Doesn't even have the change setup.
Engineering number is 014 (could be 16, need to check) off the line.
Asset # available.
game IP 0016
serial # 3050
model on metal sticker on back is 168
serial on metal sticker is bkb3050
To the best of my knoweldge. I'm the only one that played in more than a few times.
Last plugin... it all worked. Even the trackballs
Questions: what is it worth if I wish to sell it? Its been a home / temp controlled garage item for almost 40+ years, I hid most my toilet papering supplies and love letters to my GF in high school in it.
Thank you much in advanced.
Any suggest of where to ask or get more information, is appreciated.
ADDITIONAL: cartridge white odd size. Has "ROBOtron"? will have to verify... on it in old 80s adhesive stickers. It came with my atari 800? I purchased from the same engineer after atari tanked.but is not a atari 800 cartridge. Engineers name is printed on it as well if I recall.
2023.03.29 01:53 Odd_Armadillo5315 Stolen bike: Specialized Sirrus
My bike was stolen from the garage of my building today. Thought I would be ok in a private garage.
If anyone sees it advertised on marketplace/craigslist/being dismantled under the freeway I'd appreciate a DM!
It's a black Specialized Sirrus with a rear rack, a "British Heart Foundation" purple sticker on the bars, bullhorn handlebars, pump on the lower frame bar & a quadlock style mount.
It did have a race number for the 2019 London to Brighton race on it but for some reason they carefully removed that and left it on the ground. I guess it was an identifying feature. Bought the thing with me from the UK so sucks to lose it now!
Photos:
https://imgur.com/a/w8SWYIv
https://imgur.com/a/0deVKju
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If anyone sees it advertised on marketplace/craigslist/being dismantled under the freeway I'd appreciate a DM!
It's a black Specialized Sirrus with a rear rack, a "British Heart Foundation" purple sticker on the bars, bullhorn handlebars, pump on the lower frame bar & a quadlock style mount.
It did have a race number for the 2019 London to Brighton race on it but for some reason they carefully removed that and left it on the ground. I guess it was an identifying feature. Bought the thing with me from the UK so sucks to lose it now!
Photos:
https://imgur.com/a/w8SWYIv
https://imgur.com/a/0deVKju
2023.03.29 01:35 NotANewIP I met Salina EsTitties recently…
I saw Salina EsTitities at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told her how cool it was to meet her in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother her and ask her for photos or anything.
She said, “Oh, like you’re doing now, fa*got?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but she kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh? Eat my ass!” and closing her hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard her chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw her trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in her hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Ma’am, you need to pay for those first.” At first she kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, Salina stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, she kept interrupting her by shouting, “Look at what the fuck you’re wearing, you sequined sweater jacket ass little bitch!”
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She said, “Oh, like you’re doing now, fa*got?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but she kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh? Eat my ass!” and closing her hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard her chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw her trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in her hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Ma’am, you need to pay for those first.” At first she kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, Salina stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, she kept interrupting her by shouting, “Look at what the fuck you’re wearing, you sequined sweater jacket ass little bitch!”
2023.03.29 01:00 z3phyreon Completed(ish) DIY Pantry Remodel
Let me start by saying that lessons were learned.
Wife and I have been in the house coming up on five years and have always wanted to redo the pantry, but it always found itself on the back-burner until other things were taken care of. I've learned quite a bit over the last few years -- I've always had the aptitude to do trade/craft/etc-work, but not the tools or opportunity. Since we've had the house, I've redone flooring in multiple rooms, re-drywalled and mudded the garage (was left a clusterfuck from previous owner), am comfortable with electrical work having replaced all outlets and switches and replaced a bathroom vanity, the list goes on. However, this was the first real build-from-scratch type of project I took on. I had recently gotten myself a tablesaw for my birthday, so the pantry idea was a'cookin' in my mind.
Long story short, wife was going out of town for a week for work and I had the harebrained idea that I'd be able to pull this off, alone, by the time she got back as a surprise. Turns out my timeline got cut down to 2-3 days due to circumstances outside my control after I had tore out the shelves and started framing and mounting cleats. It took longer than three days.
I'm one of those weird people that like to make sure their cuts are right the first time, so I measured once, then twice, then another eight times, then twice more, then thrice again, until I finally arrived at the final measuring of the space, the walls and depths and the material -- then I made my cuts and brought everything back in and started framing to confirm. Let this serve as a PSA (or reminder) that due to how things move and settle in Houston, nothing is flat, square, level, plumb or any semblance of geometry that makes logical sense to a rational human being.
The fucking walls were wrong.
The surface of the walls were wavy to the point there were .25 to .5in depth differences along the expanse of the back wall -- easily missed due to the wall texture unless you're pressing your face against the wall to the point your eyeball's making sweet, sweet love to the paint. The high points likely being the studs pushing against the back of the sheetrock.
Beyond that, the floor sloped back-right to front-left which was visually apparent once the original shelves were removed. This impacted the shelf leveling across the space to the left which required shims to be set to mitigate the rise/run decline. Additionally, the top extrusion extending down from the ceiling is also not level and runs top-right to bottom-left at what seemed like a 1.5in difference in height right-to-left. So despite all my measuring and attempt at preparation, it was dashed by the reality that was Houston being Houston mixed with a side of potentially shoddy work done in the past.
Many beers and many obscenities were had. But, I eventually got there.
As one of the image tags says, this final photo is ~97% complete, there were some minor touchups and finishing tweaks that needed to be done. All material is a mix of 3/4in plywood, whitewood, MDF and 1*2s for trim and cleats. No prefabbed cabinets or shelves were used, everything custom sized, cut, and fit. Countertop is acacia butcherblock. All wood material from Lowe's, counter sealed with Waterlox Original from Woodcraft.
Material overall was ~$700, beer not included. Counter was the biggest chunk due to needing two boards cut down to size. Local estimates for walk-in pantries around our size looked to be in the $3,000-5,000 range, so I'd call that a win.
Apologies in advance for the photosphere warping.
Hope you enjoyed the ride.
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Wife and I have been in the house coming up on five years and have always wanted to redo the pantry, but it always found itself on the back-burner until other things were taken care of. I've learned quite a bit over the last few years -- I've always had the aptitude to do trade/craft/etc-work, but not the tools or opportunity. Since we've had the house, I've redone flooring in multiple rooms, re-drywalled and mudded the garage (was left a clusterfuck from previous owner), am comfortable with electrical work having replaced all outlets and switches and replaced a bathroom vanity, the list goes on. However, this was the first real build-from-scratch type of project I took on. I had recently gotten myself a tablesaw for my birthday, so the pantry idea was a'cookin' in my mind.
Long story short, wife was going out of town for a week for work and I had the harebrained idea that I'd be able to pull this off, alone, by the time she got back as a surprise. Turns out my timeline got cut down to 2-3 days due to circumstances outside my control after I had tore out the shelves and started framing and mounting cleats. It took longer than three days.
I'm one of those weird people that like to make sure their cuts are right the first time, so I measured once, then twice, then another eight times, then twice more, then thrice again, until I finally arrived at the final measuring of the space, the walls and depths and the material -- then I made my cuts and brought everything back in and started framing to confirm. Let this serve as a PSA (or reminder) that due to how things move and settle in Houston, nothing is flat, square, level, plumb or any semblance of geometry that makes logical sense to a rational human being.
The fucking walls were wrong.
The surface of the walls were wavy to the point there were .25 to .5in depth differences along the expanse of the back wall -- easily missed due to the wall texture unless you're pressing your face against the wall to the point your eyeball's making sweet, sweet love to the paint. The high points likely being the studs pushing against the back of the sheetrock.
Beyond that, the floor sloped back-right to front-left which was visually apparent once the original shelves were removed. This impacted the shelf leveling across the space to the left which required shims to be set to mitigate the rise/run decline. Additionally, the top extrusion extending down from the ceiling is also not level and runs top-right to bottom-left at what seemed like a 1.5in difference in height right-to-left. So despite all my measuring and attempt at preparation, it was dashed by the reality that was Houston being Houston mixed with a side of potentially shoddy work done in the past.
Many beers and many obscenities were had. But, I eventually got there.
As one of the image tags says, this final photo is ~97% complete, there were some minor touchups and finishing tweaks that needed to be done. All material is a mix of 3/4in plywood, whitewood, MDF and 1*2s for trim and cleats. No prefabbed cabinets or shelves were used, everything custom sized, cut, and fit. Countertop is acacia butcherblock. All wood material from Lowe's, counter sealed with Waterlox Original from Woodcraft.
Material overall was ~$700, beer not included. Counter was the biggest chunk due to needing two boards cut down to size. Local estimates for walk-in pantries around our size looked to be in the $3,000-5,000 range, so I'd call that a win.
Apologies in advance for the photosphere warping.
Hope you enjoyed the ride.
2023.03.29 00:54 Dew-fan-forever- Has anyone been here or heard of it?
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2023.03.29 00:17 lurpeli 30 [M4F] St. Louis - Would love to find my life partner
I've been on the search for my life partner for years. It's been a difficult journey and doesn't seem to want to get any easier. I've posted here before, I spend time on all the apps, but progress doesn't seem to want to happen, but hope springs eternal.
A little about me. I have a PhD in Computational Biology and I work in the pharmaceutical industry on fun things like those mRNA vaccines you've heard all about. I enjoy what I do and get to tackle some very fun, cutting edge, science problems. Outside of work I enjoy videogames, photography, cars, and animals. I have two cats who I just adopted in February and they're slowly opening up more over time.
I love coffee shops and going to the zoo or doing other fun things in the city. (City Museum is always a hit.) But I also love staying in and doing absolutely nothing at all.
I'm looking for a similar accomplished life partner who has a job they enjoy, life passions, and a drive to always do new and fun things. I do not want children and have had a vasectomy, so definitely no children for me!
Here's a few photos of me.
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A little about me. I have a PhD in Computational Biology and I work in the pharmaceutical industry on fun things like those mRNA vaccines you've heard all about. I enjoy what I do and get to tackle some very fun, cutting edge, science problems. Outside of work I enjoy videogames, photography, cars, and animals. I have two cats who I just adopted in February and they're slowly opening up more over time.
I love coffee shops and going to the zoo or doing other fun things in the city. (City Museum is always a hit.) But I also love staying in and doing absolutely nothing at all.
I'm looking for a similar accomplished life partner who has a job they enjoy, life passions, and a drive to always do new and fun things. I do not want children and have had a vasectomy, so definitely no children for me!
Here's a few photos of me.
2023.03.28 23:29 endlessfield [H] Humble Choice (2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023), Turkey-Syria Bundle, Humble Ukraine Bundle, Humble Heroines, multiple other Humble Bundle [W] Trades (RE4 Remake, TLoU Part 1)
PLEASE COMMENT BEFORE PM
LOOKING FOR TRADES ONLY! Want the following:
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LOOKING FOR TRADES ONLY! Want the following:
WANT
- The Last of Us Part 1
- Resident Evil 4 Remake
- Gran Turismo 7 (PS5 version)
- The Quarry
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| Hellpoint | May 2021 - Humble Choice | YES |
| Cook Serve Delicious! 3 | May 2021 - Humble Choice | YES |
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| Kingdom Two Crowns | March 2021 - Humble Choice | YES |
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| Endless Space® 2 - Digital Deluxe Edition | February 2021 - Humble Choice | YES |
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| Valfaris | February 2021 - Humble Choice | YES |
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| Lovecraft's Untold Stories | February 2021 - Humble Choice | YES |
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| Boomerang Fu | February 2021 - Humble Choice | YES |
| Beyond Eyes | Humble You Can Pet the Dog Bundle | YES |
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| Where the Water Tastes Like Wine | Humble You Can Pet the Dog Bundle | YES |
| Death's Gambit | Humble You Can Pet the Dog Bundle | YES |
| Shenmue 1 & 2 | Humble You Can Pet the Dog Bundle | YES |
| Hello Neighbor Hide and Seek | August 2020 - Humble Choice | YES |
| Boundless | June 2020 - Humble Choice | YES |
| A New Beinning - Final Cut | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
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| Armello | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| Broken Age | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
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| Crowntakers | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| Darkest Dungeon Shieldbreaker DLC | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| EarthNight | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| Eastside Hockey Manager | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| FRAMED Collection | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| Gonner | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
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| In Between | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
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| MirrorMoon EP | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| My Memory of Us | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| Neo Cab | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
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| No Time to Explain Remastered | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| Overgrowth | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| Overlord II | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
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| Planet of the Eyes | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| Plunge | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| Realpolitiks | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
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| Elite Dangerous (Steam) | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| Titan Quest Anniversary Edition | Humble Fight for Racial Justice Bundle | YES |
| A Good Snowman is Hard to Build | Humble Conquer COVID-19 Bundle | YES |
| A Mortician's Tale | Humble Conquer COVID-19 Bundle | YES |
| Agents of Mayhem | Humble Conquer COVID-19 Bundle | YES |
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| DUCATI - 90th Anniversary | Humble Conquer COVID-19 Bundle | YES |
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| HIVESWAP: Act 1 | Humble Conquer COVID-19 Bundle | YES |
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| Party Hard | Humble Conquer COVID-19 Bundle | YES |
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| Rebuild 3: Gangs of Deadsville | Humble Conquer COVID-19 Bundle | YES |
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| Stealth 2: A Game of Clones | Humble Conquer COVID-19 Bundle | YES |
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| This is the Police | Humble Conquer COVID-19 Bundle | YES |
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| Tilt Brush | Humble Conquer COVID-19 Bundle | YES |
| MotoGP 15 | Humble Just Drive Bundle | YES |
| MXGP - The Official Motocross Videogame | Humble Just Drive Bundle | YES |
| Road Redemption | Humble Just Drive Bundle | YES |
| WRC 7 FIA World Rally Championship | Humble Just Drive Bundle | YES |
| Chasm | December 2019 Humble Monthly | YES |
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| Sword Legacy Omen | December 2019 Humble Monthly | YES |
| SOULCALIBUR VI | December 2019 Humble Monthly | YES |
| 11-11 Memories Retold | November 2019 Humble Monthly | YES |
| Evergarden | November 2019 Humble Monthly | YES |
| Shenmue 1 & 2 | November 2019 Humble Monthly | YES |
| Dungeons 3 | October 2018 Humble Monthly | YES |
| Gremlins Inc | October 2018 Humble Monthly | YES |
| Old Man's Journey | October 2018 Humble Monthly | YES |
| Avernum 3: Ruined World | October 2019 Humble Monthly | YES |
| BATTLETECH + Flashpoint DLC + Shadow Hawk Pack | October 2019 Humble Monthly | YES |
| Override: Mech City Brawl | October 2019 Humble Monthly | YES |
| Planet Alpha | October 2019 Humble Monthly | YES |
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| The Spiral Scouts | October 2019 Humble Monthly | YES |
2023.03.28 22:51 Unclebatman1138 The "Voyage Home Museum", Riverside, Iowa
If anyone is in or will be around the Midwest, the "Voyage Home Museum" in Riverside, Iowa is worth an hour of your time. They have several things in town commemorating its status as the "future birthplace of James T. Kirk" including a bronze statue and a small museum with a collection of toys, props, models, memorabilia and autographed photos. Not the Smithsonian or anything, but it's goofy fun, made even better by the fantastic, cheerful and energetic woman running it and sharing great stories about the collection and about Shatner's time visiting the town. We went about two hours out of our way during a road trip yesterday (during a blizzard no less), and I didn't regret it for a second. I immediately started contemplating to myself what I have in my collection that I could donate to help out this plucky little place (and for context, I am a jerk who never helps anybody).
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2023.03.28 22:15 AdministrativeAd4765 KIA quality
 | Hello again! submitted by AdministrativeAd4765 to kia [link] [comments] I have some questions about the quality of KIA. I'll try to explain everything briefly. I used to be a fan of KIA and had two cars in the past, a KIA Ceed and a KIA Rio. I especially remember the KIA Rio, which was 100% Korean made. The paint on the KIA Rio was such that surrounding objects could not scratch it, but it could scratch them. Recently, I bought a KIA Sportage 2023 and here we go... I want to know, are all new cars of such quality now or only KIA (or only mine)? Certainly, KIA Sportage looks cool, which is what caught my attention, and the interior is classy. I also liked the dashboard. It's a shame I didn't pay attention to the downsides right away. The first thing that surprised me was the headlights. The left one is installed in one way, and the right one is installed in another way. The service center said it was just a clearance issue and it's normal. https://preview.redd.it/286zutp0ajqa1.png?width=891&format=png&auto=webp&s=b2f5d85f9d96932a756cd369c324dcb31379be43 https://preview.redd.it/wcdaa0xuajqa1.png?width=925&format=png&auto=webp&s=d29e6cd92804c5ee08e27692738788f149ac4308 https://preview.redd.it/425adgrxajqa1.png?width=754&format=png&auto=webp&s=ddc1a2c82f4712cad4fd84ba2d44d9930eebd82e All the plastic is cracking. There are scratches everywhere. Here's a photo from the second day after purchase. I don't want to seem like a stickler, but if this is happening on the second day, what will happen in three years? So basically, the paint is just coming off before my eyes. I have never considered myself to be a wolverine or had the ability to remove layers of paint with my fingernails, but this car makes me believe in various miracles. Just an example, there are many others. There are huge gaps everywhere, for example, the left and right sides for comparison. https://preview.redd.it/k5qs46q0djqa1.png?width=817&format=png&auto=webp&s=eedb2038b807e640710eecf06abbd5812344d6f0 https://preview.redd.it/1vl4lctzcjqa1.png?width=801&format=png&auto=webp&s=df93ba93f49680e2574889b7cad4179fb976cc25 Some things can just be peeled off with a finger (without any effort). And what if someone accidentally bumps into it, for example, with their foot? Will the panel fall off? =) The other door doesn't have such problems. https://reddit.com/link/1250t8z/video/mlfoldc7ejqa1/player Now I have discovered what seems to be corrosion. It's not dirt or paint splatters. https://preview.redd.it/r7et5ya5cjqa1.png?width=1019&format=png&auto=webp&s=db41020719c17adc5e73fbd5bd600f3c5f8b6459 Once again, there are various issues. For example, the blind spot system turns off by itself from time to time (especially in light rain or cooler weather) and doesn't show when someone is driving nearby. Also, when switching to park mode, there is a loud click. And I know that it could be the part shown in the photo below, but the click is really loud. https://preview.redd.it/780fdnpvejqa1.png?width=816&format=png&auto=webp&s=3070ca57269f2310ee76e468ed7e41a71a291cc1 When pressing the gas pedal, there is a noticeable unpleasant knocking (light, perhaps a cheap plastic creaking sound). There are no such problems with the brake pedal. The car is only six months old, has driven less than 5k, and is parked in a ventilated garage. The question is whether I'm nitpicking or is it all normal? The service told me: "Have you driven new cars before, how do you know it's not normal?" |
2023.03.28 22:12 photorph 8 day trip to Germany, will be based in Munich. What do you all think of this itinerary?
Hello all, my wife and my 3 year old son are traveling to Germany from US June this year. We plan to be staying near Marienplatz for 8 days. Interests include sightseeing scenic places, and my personal interests include cars. However I do have a 3-year-old with me so I can't venture off by myself. No plans to get wet or go swimming, not interested in museums as we find those boring.
What do you all think of the following itinerary? Anything you would change/add/take out?
Day 1 Sunday: arrival in AM, just explore Marienplatz area . Anything else you'd suggest this day?
Day 2 Monday: Nymphenburg Palace and Botanical Gardens (these two don't sound interesting, anything you'd replace these with that isn't on my itinerary already?)
Day 3 Tuesday : Fussen + neuschwasntein Castle (Many have said this is a tourist trap, but it LOOKs like the best castle, any other better looking castles for photos that are easier to get to?)
Day 4 Wednesday: Viktualienmarkt and _______ (*suggest something for this day)
Day 5 Thursday: Salzberg, Austria day trip
Day 6 Friday: English Gardens + ______ (suggest something else nearby this day)
Day 7 Saturday: Zugspitze Day trip (do I need a car for this? or is public transport okay?)
Day 8 Sunday: Bmw welt and factory tour And Olympia park
Day 9 Monday: fly back
Current plan is to do everything by public transport so hopefully that's all possible for the day trips planned.
Some notes I have for alternatives or things to add if we have more time:
-German toy store, obletter on Stachus (Karlsplataz)
-Castle next to Neuschwanstein is Hohenschwangau, but is this better?
-West park and Hirschgarten: are these worth it?
-Kindermuseum (children’s museum) at Munich central station, worth it to go to?
-potential daytrip: Regensburg (UNESCO World Heritage), is this worth a day trip. Should I do this on day 2 instead?
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What do you all think of the following itinerary? Anything you would change/add/take out?
Day 1 Sunday: arrival in AM, just explore Marienplatz area . Anything else you'd suggest this day?
Day 2 Monday: Nymphenburg Palace and Botanical Gardens (these two don't sound interesting, anything you'd replace these with that isn't on my itinerary already?)
Day 3 Tuesday : Fussen + neuschwasntein Castle (Many have said this is a tourist trap, but it LOOKs like the best castle, any other better looking castles for photos that are easier to get to?)
Day 4 Wednesday: Viktualienmarkt and _______ (*suggest something for this day)
Day 5 Thursday: Salzberg, Austria day trip
Day 6 Friday: English Gardens + ______ (suggest something else nearby this day)
Day 7 Saturday: Zugspitze Day trip (do I need a car for this? or is public transport okay?)
Day 8 Sunday: Bmw welt and factory tour And Olympia park
Day 9 Monday: fly back
Current plan is to do everything by public transport so hopefully that's all possible for the day trips planned.
Some notes I have for alternatives or things to add if we have more time:
-German toy store, obletter on Stachus (Karlsplataz)
-Castle next to Neuschwanstein is Hohenschwangau, but is this better?
-West park and Hirschgarten: are these worth it?
-Kindermuseum (children’s museum) at Munich central station, worth it to go to?
-potential daytrip: Regensburg (UNESCO World Heritage), is this worth a day trip. Should I do this on day 2 instead?