On November 11, 2018 a bright anomaly has been photographed in the sky of Welches, Oregon.
When he reviewed the photos, he found an anomalous light that looks like a glowing golden disc seen from its side.
He did not see the anomaly while taking the photos.
On Christmas Eve night, 1945, the Sodder family were awakened by a fire in their home. George and Jennie Sodder quickly escaped with four of their nine children (ten in total - one was away in the military). The other five children were never seen again.
George Sodder had immediately gone back into the house to retrieve the five remaining kids, but the upstairs where the kids’ rooms were was divided by fire and impossible to get to. He attempted to climb up to a window with his ladder, but found it missing. He instead tried driving one of his two coal trucks up to the house, intending to use its height to reach the windows. Neither truck would start, though they worked perfectly the day before. Attempts at phoning the fire dept. from neighbor’s houses received no response, and by the time a squad arrived from the neighboring town, their home had burned down.
A search of the ashes turned up no trace of their missing children. It was generally assumed the fire was hot enough to completely cremate the bodies, but the Sodders were not convinced. Their house had burned down too quickly to not leave any bones, yet no bones or any trace of their children were ever found. The family set up billboards with photos of their missing children, looking for any leads or clues as to what could have happened. Several people came forward claiming to have seen them, including a woman at a tourist stop who claimed to have seen the kids with four Italian men and women. They grew hostile when any attempt to talk to the kids was made, and mostly kept to themselves before disappearing the next day.
20 years after their disappearance, a mysterious letter with no return address was mailed to Jennie Sodder. She opened it to find a photo with “Louis Sodder. I love brother Frankie. Ilil boys. A90132 or 35” written on the back. The Sodders could not deny the resemblance to their missing son, and quickly searched for leads again. They all fell through, but the Sodders instead updated their billboard to include the photo. The Sodders eventually died without knowing what happened to their children. Only one of their kids is still alive, Sylvia, who also believes her brothers and sisters that went missing did not die in the fire.
This story has always fascinated me. The wiki has a lot more details. It definitely looks like a lot of people conspired in this.
I find that hard to reconcile with how 18th century dresses had boobs practically hanging out of them. Maybe the chest wasn’t as sexualized as the ankles were back then…
I have a dim memory from back in high school… I think someone once told me that breasts were no big deal back in corsetry-and-necklines-down-to-there days, they were considered a food source for children and that’s it.
But ANKLES. Oh, GOD. ANKLES. The ANKLE was connected to the LEG, which connected to THIGHS, which hid a woman’s SECRET FLOWER. The ankle was the gateway to the secret flower, so it was considered quite a stirring sight!
I have never considered that “leg bone connected to the ankle bone” song as a sexy tune before but
A Yale study suggests that sad, lonely introverts are natural born social psychologists. It found that introverts who are prone to melancholy are exceptionally good at accurately assessing truths about human social behavior, without formal training or tools.
She has a good heart and chooses to see the good in people. That’s why he can fly under the radar and keep up the con. She has a blind spot to the appetite driven, selfish, predatory, hateful little thing inside him - his warped ego. The ugly thing that he allowed his pain to make him become a long time ago.
He will steal what is left of her youth and move on when the next novel prospect comes along. Novelty is one of the dark narcissistic appetites.
He didn’t know what I was when he met me. He didn’t expect for someone to see that ugly thing inside him. A nice, cool, chill, open-minded girl.
No, I’m a girl who sees your demons. I will call them out and make you face them.
“Three years later” it still hurt. All that time passed and the ugly little thing inside him was still angry because I saw it. He came sniffing around hoping that I would take back my judgment. I did not respond. Not one word. That was my vow after this sadist had erupted one too many times for me to deal with the toxicity. So, he came back with a new approach shortly after: attempted to smite me.
I have seen some nasty inverted narcissists in my time. In a way they intrigue me. I want to keep studying them, write about them. This one will use words like weapons when it suits him, exporting his self-hate. So. Much. Self. Hate… balled up into balls of fire and hurled at you. His flaws… his many flaws. No, your flaws. To him, everything is shit. We are primates on a rock in space and no ones any good. He is loveless, passionless… buries pain and boredom in appetites. In his eyes, there is a waiting cruelty. Behind the “chill laid back guy” ruse, an angry envy. If you are in his proximity, he is constantly sizing you up, picking out anything that could be perceived as a flaw, any trigger, any insecurity. As best I could tell he does it to make himself feel like less of a piece of shit himself. Ironically it makes him precisely a piece of shit. Now, dare to glimpse his own imperfections, dare to make him aware of this, and he will unload all the observations he has been making. The rest of the personality is just a few past experiences and a few pseudo-intellectual things he can recall from Richard Dawkins or Carl Sagan. That is plastered over what he really is in attempt to lure more supply in. Lots of lies. Lots and lots of big lies. And I swear to god I caught him checking out a group of 12 year old girls at a rest stop.
Do I dare tell the next girl. No, that isn’t how it works. He will smear you just like he smeared the ones before to me. I can’t imagine what she thinks of me because of his words. My testimony would hold no credibility.
I know you are out there and I know what you are doing. My mind is sound and I see exactly what you are. No amount of telling me you miss me, or squaring up for battle will change a thing. It never did. It never will. I see you. I hope she takes a critical look sometime too and saves herself. She is good. Not like you.
