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2020.09.29 03:36 Mobden3 WTF spectrum

So I'm moving to Columbus Ohio in early October I set up my electricity early(to be turned on that move in date though). That goes fine, but then they transfer me to all connect or whoever and all connect offers me a bunch of junk, as well as Internet. I say fine, what ever, I'll get the internet. but I WILL NOT BE THERE UNTIL THE 9TH, DO NOT SEND ANYTHING OUT OR BILL ME UNTIL THEN. I say this not once, but 4+ times. They assure me there will be no bill or shipping done until that date. Then I get an email showing I owe spectrum like 70 dollars, so I call them up and they say I added some tv promo(I did not, I in fact, specifically said I wanted nothing to do with tv at all) and that the equipment is being shipped to my address already. I've been on the phone for like an hour and a half f spectrum.
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2020.09.08 18:37 rodgercattelli OPA Letter From the Provost - Important Spring Semester information

This is the letter from the Office of Public Affairs, Letter from the Provost David Shaw. Of note, there is some particularly important information for the spring semester in this, so please read up and plan accordingly. I've added emphasis to the section students will find most pressing.
This week, again, I want to start with another huge thank you. Three weeks into the semester, we are holding our own! We had a solid plan in place, and to this point the plan has worked well. It is great to have students back, even under such abnormal circumstances. Our faculty and staff have done a magnificent job in making this first three weeks of the semester successful. So at a deeply personal level, I want to express my appreciation to each and everyone one of you.
Recently a memo went out to all employees, informing you of mental health resources available to all employees and your families. The pandemic, coupled with attempting to do our jobs in such a difficult environment, has created a great deal of stress, and we are working to further enhance our support system for emotional needs. Please see https://www.hrm.msstate.edu/benefits/eap/. I’d encourage everyone to give a special measure of grace to those you work with or supervise, and to focus on what is mission-critical for the university this fall rather than expecting the same as in BC (before COVID) times.
We are continually updating the COVID-19 website, and recently added new FAQs, and also an explanation of the decision-making process for any actions to suspend classes or quarantine groups of students in residence halls or Greek houses. Check out the latest information at https://www.msstate.edu/covid19.
It was wonderful to see the announcement in the news over the weekend that OCH Medical Center (on that date) had zero COVID-19 patients! Given the increase in our population with the students back on campus, that is a strong statement of how well we are all following guidance on precautionary measures for health safety. We can’t let our guard down, but I wanted to thank everyone for making health safety your priority.
This past week we began using an additional hotel property for isolation and quarantine purposes, the Fairfield Inn & Suites in Columbus. Having this property allows for ample time for the cleaning & sanitization and turnover of rooms as students leave these facilities. We have heard some reports of slow internet connectivity in the Comfort Suites property. These issues are intermittent, and we are working with the property owners to address this concern. Should you hear of an issue, please encourage the student to call the 24/7 staffed phone line at 662-325-4140. We have internet hotspots available to assist in these instances.
Believe it or not, we are already beginning to plan for a winter intersession and the spring semester. The winter intersession will be a full five-week term, similar to a summer session. Reception to this idea has been strongly positive, and will give our students whose lives have been disrupted the opportunity to take a course or two to help them stay on track for graduation. For the spring semester, our fundamental assumption is that it will need to be similar to the fall, with a mix of face-to-face, hybrid, and online courses. We are planning to eliminate spring break, thus shortening the semester by a week. Much more information has been and will be provided to your deans and department heads in the next couple of weeks.
In closing, I appreciate the words of encouragement that many have sent. I also appreciate the feedback and concerns that others have expressed, and ask that all of you continue to feel free to share your thoughts, concerns and ideas in whatever mechanism that works best for you.
Stay Healthy and Hail State! David Shaw Provost and Executive Vice President Mississippi State University
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2020.08.24 22:50 noentic Unusual Option Activity for Aug-24-2020 - LB, ANGI, SHLL (C), PYPL (C)

Full post available at www.noeticoptions.com
Context -
The S&P 500 (+1.0%) and Nasdaq Composite (+0.6%) rose to new record highs. The gains were prompted by news the FDA approved emergency use authorization for convalescent plasma in hospitalized COVID-19 patients. The Dow Jones Industrial Average gained 1.4%, and the Russell 2000 gained 1.0%.
Cyclical stocks outperformed, as they typically do when there is any positive-sounding coronavirus update. The S&P 500 energy (+2.8%), financials (+2.3%), were the best performers.
The health care sector (-0.5%) was the only S&P 500 sector that closed lower today.
Many of the mega-cap stocks started the day rallying to fresh all-time highs, but a lack of follow-through buying interest in these names tamed the bulls and briefly took the tech-sensitive Nasdaq into negative territory. Investors bought the intraday dip, although these stocks (and the Nasdaq) closed well off session highs.
Apple (AAPL 503.43, +5.95, +1.2%), for example, was up as much as 3.6% but ended the day higher by 1.2%. Nevertheless, it was still a good day for Apple after Morgan Stanley raised its price target to a Street-high $520 from $431. Today was also the record date for the company's 4:1 stock split.
In the energy space, many oil producers temporarily closed oil refineries in the U.S. Golf Coast in anticipation of two tropical storms. One of the storms is expected to reach landfall as a hurricane.
WTI crude futures increased 0.7%, or $0.30, to $42.61/bbl. The U.S. Dollar Index increased 0.1% to 93.30.
There was no significant economic news today. Investors will receive New Home Sales for July, the Consumer Confidence Index for August, the FHFA Housing Price Index for August, and the S&P Case-Shiller Home Price Index for June on Tuesday.
Index Summary -
S&P 500 +1.01%; Nasdaq +0.61%;
DOW +1.39%; Russell 2000 +1.05%
VIX: 22.37 -0.17,( -0.75%)
Sector Summary -
The three highest sectors for today were :
Energy +2.75%; Financials +2.39%; Industrials +1.8%;
The three lowest sectors for today were :
Health Care -0.46%; Real Estate +0.14%; Consumer Staples +0.85%;
Commodities -
Gold - 1956.6,( +0.49%); Crude - 42.73,( +0.92%)
Today’s Option Activity Fast Facts -
CBOE Put/Call Ratio - 0.45
Highest Multiple Over Daily Average - DHT with 64 x the ADV of 2840. There were 180289 calls and 830 puts.
Ticker with Most Contracts - CCL with 216741 contracts traded today with an AVD of 88965. There were 170392 calls and 46349 puts.
Largest Put / Call Ratio - OMC with a 32.58 P/C ratio. There were 14301 puts and 439 calls.
Largest Call / Put Ratio - DHT with a 217.22 C/P ratio. There were 180289 calls and 830 puts.
\Stocks must be >$6, Highest Multiple must have >1k ADV, Largest ratios must have an option volume >10k*
Recap -
AAL 13.425 +1.265,(+10.4%)
DOCU 204.5 -5.68,( -2.7%)
TSLA 2015.6 -34.38,( -1.68%)
HPQ 18.65 +0.42,(+2.3%)
You can find yesterday's post here.
MOMENTUM UNUSUAL OPTION ACTIVITY -
First Momentum Stock Pick -
Ticker : LB 29.63 -0.34,( -1.13%) Earnings : 2020-11-19
Name : L Brands, Inc.
Industry : Apparel/Footwear Retail, Sector : Retail Trade
Option Information -
Today’s Option Volume: 66008, OptionOI: 296321
Multiple of ADV: 5, ADV: 13001
Total Calls: 61360, Total Puts: 4648
Calls at Ask: 49.5%, Calls at Bid: 36.2%
Puts at Ask: 77.4%, Puts at Bid: 16.4%
C/P Ratio: 13.2
Notable Strikes :
AUG 28 '20 32.0 C had 1204.0 VLM and 916 OI.
SEP 04 '20 33.0 C had 52645.0 VLM and 127 OI.
News :
2020-08-21 12:15:43 - KeyBanc, Credit Suisse Raise L Brands Price Targets After Retailer's Q2 Report
Victoria's Secret and Bath & Body Works parent company L Brands Inc (NYSE: LB ) reported Wednesday with second-quarter results that prompted two analysts to lift their price targets higher. The L Brands Analysts: Credit Suisse analyst Michael Binetti maintained a Neutral rating on L Brands with a price target lifted from $24 to $31. KeyBanc Capital Markets analyst Matthew DeGulis maintained an Overweight rating on L Brands with a price target lifted from $28 to $38. Credit Suisse Says L Brands One Of The Strongest In Softline: L Brands reported one of the strongest reports in the softlines category so far, with a strong quarter that has signs of continued momentum, Binetti said in a note. Most notably, same-store sales at open Bath & Body Works stores — and online — were up 123%, while Victoria's Secret was up 28%, for total companywide comp growth of 63%. L Brands said that second-quarter exit rates carried into the … Full story available on Benzinga.com
Potential Sympathy Stocks for LB
ASNA, TJX, CHS, ROST
My Impression :
The momentum today is likely a combination of both the upgrade as well as retail performing well in light of the new approved treatment for CoVID-19 in expectations that retail consumption will return to normal. The SEP 04 33C has a ton of volume. I’ll see where this one opens tomorrow and it’s worth investing. I’ll pay particular attention to the OI to see how much of the volume stays. Otherwise, the C/P Ratio, Multiple of ADV, and Calls at Ask % looks quite bullish.
Second Momentum Stock Pick -
Ticker : ANGI 14.635 +0.735,(+5.29%) Earnings : 2020-11-04
Name : ANGI Homeservices, Inc.
Industry : Internet Software/Services, Sector : Technology Services
Option Information -
Today’s Option Volume: 30302, OptionOI: 30690
Multiple of ADV: 6, ADV: 4967
Total Calls: 27246, Total Puts: 3056
Calls at Ask: 47.0%, Calls at Bid: 28.4%
Puts at Ask: 19.3%, Puts at Bid: 10.4%
C/P Ratio: 8.9
Notable Strikes :
SEP 18 '20 15.0 C had 22154 VLM and 604 OI.
OCT 16 '20 15.0 C had 3058 VLM and 17 OI.
News :
No significant news for today.
Potential Sympathy Stocks for ANGI
TRUE, FB, GOOGL, YELP
My Impression :
I am not very familiar with this stock. The housing data recently has been extremely bullish. At face value the C/P ratio, Call at Ask %, and Multiple of ADV appears bullish. I wish the Notable Strikes were slightly further OTM, however. I’d have to do more research to see if this is a stock I’d like to invest in.
CLASSIC UNUSUAL OPTION ACTIVITY -
First Classic UOA Stock Pick -
Ticker : SHLL 40 +10.09,(+33.73%), Earnings : None
Name : Tortoise Acquisition Corp.
Sector : Finance, Industry : Financial Conglomerates
Option Information :
2020-09-18 45.0 C - 278 @ 3.80 were traded at 12:15 as a BLOCK Spot Price: 35.97
2020-09-18 45.0 C - 165 @ 6.08 were traded at 14:50 as a SWEEP Spot Price: 38.91
News :
No news for today. This stock was expected to announce the merger date last week, so naturally it is now expected to be early this week. Tortoise Acquisition Group recently filed for a new SPAC today. This indicates that the merger is likely a done deal. This was a featured trade on July 1st. I still have a large share position as well as having sold the puts. Today was a good day.
Potential Sympathy Stocks for SHLL
GRAF, TSLA, SPAQ, F
Second Classic UOA Stock Pick -
Ticker : PYPL 199.22 +2.43,(+1.23%), Earnings : 2020-10-15
Name : PayPal Holdings, Inc.
Sector : Technology Services, Industry : Data Processing Services
Option Information :
2020-09-18 220.0 C - 4,123 @ 1.46 were traded at 09:49 as a BLOCK Spot Price: 200.22
2020-09-18 220.0 C - 4,123 @ 1.46 were traded at 09:49 as a BLOCK Spot Price: 200.22
News :
2020-08-24 07 - Visa just invested in a fintech that wants to eliminate checkout hardware, and it's a peek into the future of how we'll pay for things
Visa is investing in MagicCube, a payments-security fintech focused on enabling devices like smartphones to accept payments. In lieu of buying checkout hardware, merchants could use devices like smartphones to accept payments in the future. MagicCube built the card industry-backed security needed for widespread adoption. Earlier this year, Apple acquired Mobeewave, another fintech that turns smartphones into payment terminals. MagicCube has raised over $12 million to date from investors including Bold Capital, Epic Ventures, and the Sony Innovation Fund. Visit Business Insider's homepage for more stories. The race toward hardware-less payments is on, and Visa is investing in MagicCube, a startup that helps turn devices like smartphones and cars into a way to handle transactions. Inside any point-of-sale device — be it a sleek Square terminal, traditional Verifone keypad, and even a kiosk at a movie theater — there are expensive and bulky security measures built into the hardware. From various security chips and even a gold-mesh layer under the keypad to prevent tampering, there are limitations to the actual hardware required to process payments. "The device that you dip or swipe your card in the supermarket, like an Ingenico or a Verifone device, is a complex, 'Mission Impossible' device," Sam Shawki, co-founder and CEO of MagicCube told Business Insider.
Potential Sympathy Stocks for PYPL
NTPY, NODC, OCFT, PAGS
Upcoming Events for Next Trading Day -
Here you can find a full list of tomorrow's events with explanations.
Thanks for reading.
DISCLAIMER – These are my observations that I have made at the end of each day and trades that I am considering placing or watching. I am not responsible for your financial losses if you follow any of these trades. As always, do your due diligence.
Company Summary : LB
L Brands, Inc. engages in the retail of women’s intimate and other apparel, personal care, beauty, and home fragrance products. It operates through the following segments: Victoria’s Secret, Bath & Body Works, and Victoria's Secret and Bath & Body Works International. The Victoria’s Secret segment sells women’s intimate and other apparel, personal care, and beauty products under the Victoria’s Secret and PINK brand names. The Bath & Body Works segment offers body care, home fragrance products, soaps, and sanitizers under the Bath & Body Works, White Barn, C.O. Bigelow, and other brand names. The Victoria's Secret and Bath & Body Works International segment includes the Victoria's Secret and Bath & Body Works stores located outside of the U.S. and Canada, as well as the online business in Greater China. The company was founded by Leslie Herbert Wexner in 1963 and is headquartered in Columbus, OH.
Company Summary : ANGI
ANGI Homeservices, Inc. is a holding company, which engages in the provision of digital marketplace for home services. It operates through the North America and Europe segments. It offers consumer services and service professional services. The North America segment includes the operations HomeAdvisor, Angie's List, Handy, mHelpDesk, HomeStars and Fixd Repai. The Europe segment includes the operations of Travaux, MyHammer, MyBuilder, Werkspot and Instapro. The company was founded on April 13, 2017 and is headquartered in Denver, CO.
Company Summary : SHLL
Tortoise Acquisition Corp. is blank check company. It intends to search for a target business in energy industry. Tortoise Acquisition was founded on November 7, 2018 and is headquartered in Leawood, KS.
Company Summary : PYPL
PayPal Holdings, Inc. engages in the development of technology platform for digital payments. Its solutions include PayPal, PayPal Credit, Braintree, Venmo, Xoom, and Paydiant products. The firm manages a two-sided proprietary global technology platform that links customers, which consist of both merchants and consumers, to facilitate the processing of payment transactions. It allows its customers to use their account for both purchase and paying for goods, as well as to transfer and withdraw funds. The firm also enables consumers to exchange funds with merchants using funding sources, which include bank account, PayPal account balance, PayPal Credit account, credit and debit card or other stored value products. It offers consumers person-to-person payment solutions through its PayPal Website and mobile application, Venmo and Xoom. The company was founded in December 1998 and is headquartered in San Jose, CA.
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2020.08.02 14:24 vpclord Joseph Lee's Letter to Family and Friends - 2020

Joseph Lee's Letter to Family and Friends - 2020

Joseph Lee
August 2, 2020
“You may want to take a seat, because we’re not thinking small.” - Jeff Bezos, 2020 First Quarter Earnings Report
I have officially quit my job at Marcus Village Pointe Cinema. Working at the theater the past thirteen years has been one of the great joys my life. I have met so many friends through my work at the theater, but I do feel that I have an even bigger opportunity to develop these friendships outside of my role at the theater. At the theater, anyone in Omaha could come see me any weekend they wanted. We might just share quick pleasantries, or maybe we would have a recurring conversation that we revisited every weekend, or for some of my younger friends, we might even take a quick selfie together. But every friendship - no matter how superficial it may have seemed - meant the world to me. To anyone who has visited me at the theater the past thirteen years: thank you for the kindness you showed me. I will no longer be there at the theater to greet you every time you walk through the door, but let me promise you that it is not because I do not value our friendship.
Please enjoy my ninth annual letter.

2019 NSAA Softball Class A State Championship Game

Let's start ten months ago. On October 18, 2019, the Nebraska High School Class A State Championship Game featured the Elkhorn Antlers and the Papillion-LaVista Monarchs. This was a classic David versus Goliath battle. The previous year, Elkhorn won the Class B state championship, but due to increasing enrollment, they moved up to the large school division for the 2019 season. Papillion-LaVista had competed in the last four Class A state title games. They were led by a junior pitcher who is committed to attend the perennial NCAA Division I softball powerhouse Oklahoma Sooners.
Papillion had reached the championship game by advancing through the state tournament with victories of 10-0 (4 inning run rule), 10-0 (4 inning run rule), and 8-0 (5 inning run rule). Their star pitcher was on the mound for the entire tournament, and she was working on a complete tournament, no-hitter.
Of course, I was in attendance to root for Elkhorn. I had followed the team the entire season, attending 15 games and the pre-season intra-squad scrimmage. I followed them across the state, making road trips to Bellevue, Columbus, Lincoln (twice), and Hastings (twice). I had used one of my two personal days for the year at school to make the trip to the state tournament, and I was stoked to still be around on the last day of the tournament to watch them in the championship game.
The final game of the year did not disappoint. I watched the Antlers light up the Oklahoma recruit for 4 hits. She was throwing heat the whole time, working on a no-hitter for the entire tournament, and she got lit up in the championship game with 4 hits. Now Papillion did win the game 15-2, finishing the game by scoring 8 runs in the 6th, but the final box score does not do the game any justice - besides for, of course, the four hits for Elkhorn.
Let me share some of the highlights of the game. Elkhorn won the opening coin-toss, so they were the home team. Elkhorn was led by our own senior, all-state pitcher, and she faced the minimum in the top of the first. She forced a ground out, a fly out, and then surrendered a bomb off the right field wall to the aforementioned Oklahoma recruit. But as I said, she faced the minimum. Their star pitcher had no intention of stopping at second base. Our right fielder, a junior who I assume will be on the mound for Elkhorn this coming year, threw it to the second baseman, relaying it on a rope to third for the final out of the inning. Don't make the final out at third, kids.
Papillion did not face the minimum in the bottom of the first, mainly because they ended up pitching around our leadoff hitter. In retrospect, it seemed wise to be careful around our sophomore center fielder, as she would later contribute one of our four hits.
I won't go further along with a play-by-play, but let me at least account for the three remaining hits. Elkhorn was braced by an outstanding performance by our junior designated hitter who had two hits. The last hit was from the other senior leader of the team, the second baseman. This three-sport athlete batted ninth for most of the season, but it was hard not to appreciate everything that she contributed to the team. She led the team, by a large margin, in hit by pitches. Her dad, sitting next to me on the bleachers, would mutter to himself, "That was ball four, honey. You could have stepped out of the way."
With coronavirus this year, it is hard to predict how many softball games I will be able to attend, but after this pandemic passes, I look forward to attending many more live sporting events in the future.

Family

"Fuck everyone who isn't us." - Ser Jaime Lannister
I know coronavirus has significantly impacted everyone's life, but to be honest, the biggest impact it has had on me has been extremely positive: I have been able to live with my mother for the past four months. And while we do not know how long this pandemic will last, I can confirm today that I will be living with my mother for the rest of our lives.
Of course, my mother and I plan to travel extensively to visit the rest of the family as well. Even during this pandemic, my mother and I have traveled together to visit my sisters, nieces, and nephews in Coralville, Omaha, and Manhattan. Expect upcoming trips to Chicago and Portland.

Twitch

"That's how you're going to beat them, Butch. They keep underestimating you." - Butch
As I mentioned at the top of the letter, I will no longer be working at the movie theater, even when it re-opens. Therefore, you will no longer be able to come hang out with me at the theater every weekend. I am committed, however, to being available for anyone who wants to hang out. Instead of working at the theater every night, I will be live on twitch.tv. To be clear, I have no delusions of becoming an internet celebrity, but I do feel that I have an important role to fill in my community, and I believe I can use twitch to help me continue building the platform that I have been working on for the past thirteen years at the theater.
You may be thinking to yourself, "No one wants to watch him play video games every night." These are the same sentiments I have heard throughout my entire life. I have been told, to my face, that no girl is ever going to want to date me. And whether that toxic statement turns out to be true, no one can deny that I have an uncanny ability to grind for things in life that seem entirely out of reach. Every girl that I have known since seventh grade has known that I would be very interested in pursuing a romantic relationship, and despite the fact that no girl has wanted to take me up on that offer, I remain committed to pursuing romantic relationships.
I am prepared to stream on twitch every night, whether I have any viewers or not. I think most people who start streaming on twitch might get discouraged if no one watches their stream, but I am not most people. People have been trying to discourage me for the past 22 years, and they have not come remotely close to being successful. I am going to have fun playing video games on twitch, and I am going to grind in a similar way to how I have worked at the theater for the past 13 years. If there is ever a night you want to stop by and say hello, you will know where to find me.

Day One

"Today is day 1 for the internet, and if we execute well, for Amazon.com." - Jeff Bezos, 1997 Letter to Shareholders
Due to coronavirus, streaming on twitch every night seems like the only safe way to connect with people outside of my family. But this pandemic will come to an end eventually, and when it does, I will no longer have a full-time job at the theater and we will pursue an ambitious in-real-life schedule that complements my streaming on twitch. In the meantime, thank you, as always, for reading my annual letter. I hope you connect with me on twitch. My channel is twitch.tv/vpclord. We will celebrate my birthday tonight at 10pm. But please understand that we are just getting started. Today is day one.
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2020.08.01 05:06 covid_refugee USA Geo-arbitrage options: escaping from HCOLs during Covid

Hi fellow money savers!
I am based in a HCOL and with Covid raging on across the US, and companies like Google and Amazon offering remote work for a while, I'm considering relocating to somewhere with more space and cheaper rent for a few month to a year both for FIRE reasons and just for fun and to try something new.

My lease renews soon and I'm consideration abandoning my HCOL for a while and chilling in a LCOL area until our office re-opens. Pretty sure my team won't mind or notice as long as I show up to meetings. Most U.S. time zones (other than Guam....) will work as I'm fortunate to be really good at sleeping as long as I have dark curtains.

TLDR, wondering if anyone else has done the same thought experiment and have some interesting destinations?
Requirements for me:
1) Must have consistently good internet so I can do my job on video chat.
2) Rent <$1500 a month would be ideal to save cash moneyz.
3) Ideally somewhere where I don't need to worry about my safety, but I feel like most of the USA is quite safe so not too worried.
4) I don't need to drive/have a car (lifestyle choice/hate driving mostly). Should be in a relatively walkable neighborhood or have high enough density of public transit or Uber drivers to allow me to get around.
Bonus) Somewhere with lots of young professionals. My life goal for this year was to try harder at dating, but Covid has made this challenging so far.

Current brainstorming:
My top contenders in my mind right now are mid-sized cities in the midwest/southwest with urban cores like Columbus Ohio, Austin Texas, Salt Lake City Utah.
I've also thought about maybe splurging for Hawaii or the U.S. virgin islands purely for the fun factor since it'll be fall and winter soon. Similarly ski towns could be a fun choice in the winter, but I feel kinda bad for what happened to Jackson and Big Sky where the rich 2nd vacation home triggered an epidemic and overwhelmed the local hospitals capacities and feel an irrational moral prerogative to not contribute to this phenomenon.
I feel like for most people lucky enough to have families/relatives moving in with them would be the ultimate cost savings, but for me that is not an option due to comorbidities/covid risk.
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2020.07.18 16:51 Army_Bot Summary For: Weekly Question Thread (6/29 to 7/5)

Does anyone know what the issue timeline looks like when you're on the cusp of a new uniform? I remember my brother starting in BDUs, but graduating in UCP ACUs.
I've seen the articles that report new soldiers will begin receiving them in 2021, but is that fiscal or calendar year?
I've also read that ASUs weren't being issued until/after AIT already. Is that still/was that ever the case?
Tldr; Am I going to get ASU's in November at or after Basic and then watch the rollout of the new purdy Greens a month later.
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Going active and looking to snag Airborne in my contract.
That being said, I figure that limits my duty station to Bragg, Alaska, or Italy, in order of likelihood.
How right or wrong am I? Are there any redeeming qualities about Bragg?
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Are the west point football players cadets just like the normal students? As in they are also becoming officers?
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Upon first getting to boot camp, is an acft immediately ran? Or is there some time before first taking it? Interested in the 11b mos and I have a very poor 2 mile run time for the heavy mos. I can max most of the other events. TIA!
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How does reclassing to packet MOSes (specifically 37F and 38B) work? If you meet the requirements, can you drop a packet at any time and go to POAS/CAAS if you're accepted? Or do you have to wait until your enlistment contract is up? Does your old unit have to release you first, and does it matter if they're oveunderstrengthened?
What typically happens if you fail the selection course? Do you go back to your old unit/MOS or get reclassed into a completely new one? I know you're officially reassigned to the needs of the army, but I feel like it wouldn't make sense to spend the time and expense to train you in a new MOS unless your old one was ridiculously overstrengthened or another MOS is desperate for people (but I could be wrong).
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Can the army help you become more outgoing? I have shit self-esteem, I'm introverted, super quiet, and pretty much just a bitch. I want to stop being a bitch. Is joining the army a good idea to help with that? I'm also lazy and lack discipline; two more things I want to fix in the army. I was hoping the army would help me become more outgoing and would beat discipline into me. Is this a good or bad idea?
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Hey all, How is the ACFT working for those that just did basic? My wife is going in August and we were told that the ACFT is the test they will be taking. Any information on that would be great!
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As an incoming 12A how can I obtain the W2 or W7 skill identifier? I've looked through AR 600-3 and couldn't find much about the degrees needed.
Is there somewhere this is listed in detail?
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Looking into trying for 160th as a medic. Am 5'3" and ~120lbs; wondering how much of an emphasis is put on endurance vs powestrength?
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Having second thoughts about joining the Guard, may want to go Active Duty and need advice
I know this sub isn’t for the guard but I wanted to cast my net as widely as possible. I’m due to enlist in the guard in a few days. I’ve taken my asvab and after taking the dlab as well I settled on 35p. I’m interested in learning a new language and I’ve been told that 35p has really good opportunities for after the military. I’m worried that 35p in the guard won’t guarantee those opportunities the way that active duty would. Can anyone advise me on this? Will potential employers frown upon me not being active duty, and will the smaller degree of experience count heavily against me? Thanks for the advice.
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Can i still enlist if i smoked weed but quit? In my state it's legal by the way i dont know if that makes a difference. But yeah i also mentioned to my doctor before that i smoked so it might be on my health record/file so i really wouldnt want to lie when they ask me. So is there any way since i quit smoking a while ago i am still eligible to enlist?
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Are you allowed to resist going to schools if you dont want to go? I successfully resisted going to blc because I was getting out soon and I knew I wouldn't actually become e5. Other than the experience, there was no reason for me to go.
Call me a bitch or whatever. But are you allowed to resist? Or can you be punished for not going to schools. I do NOT mean getting a date and going awol. I mean skirting around them actually giving a date/orders and hoping they forget about pursuing your school.
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I leave for Basic Training next Tuesday and have been looking around online to see what to bring with me. I see a lot of resources saying to bring my original high school diploma but I've lost it since I initially gave it to my recruiter a while back. My recruiter said not to worry about it because everything is digital now and it's already been uploaded. Is this true? Has anyone gone through basic recently and remember if they brought their original high school diploma?
Do I need to bring my social and birth certificate also? I asked my recruiter the other day and he said nothing about bringing any of these documents.
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Hi, my son is just about to finish OSUT and he applied for the Old Guard. Does anybody know about getting accepted there? Has anybody been through it? What’s the timeline like? He submitted his packet but hasn’t heard anything.
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What is the army reserve training schedule like currently (not counting the complications from COVID)? I keep hearing that it's no longer a one weekend a month/two weeks a year time commitment due to Ready Force X and other changes. If that's true, what's the new time commitment like, and is it an army-wide thing or does it depend on the unit/MOS?
If it makes a difference, I'm primarily looking at 25V, 46S, and 37F for my intended MOS.
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Im interested in reserve programs that can make use of my BS Computer Science and/or MS Cybersecurity. However, I have an opportunity to complete my PhD in the UK. Is it possible to fulfill reserve commitments while living abroad, and if so are there any specific placements that people know about in the UK?
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Is Culinary Specialist a career worth getting into? And are there fitness careers (active duty enlistment) other than Physical Therapy Specialist?
I was looking in towards Air Force but it appears my score of a 35 will not take me anywhere for the career of choice, Services (culinary, fitness, hotel prep, etc), and I was wondering if Army has similar careers. I had talked to a recruiter briefly about Services and he said somewhere along the lines where it can work for me in Army but didn’t give a name of the career in question.
I would love a career that either does Culinary and Fitness as both are my passion. I had done about a hour of research into the GoArmy Site before hand, but did not find much.
I do not know my line scores, only my overall that was given, of which was a 35
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Hello everyone,
I'm an American belonging to an expat family and have attained my BSc and MSc from the UK. I have a neuroscience and pharmacology background. I had a look at the different MOS but couldn't find a good fit. So far, I am interested as an emergency combat medic (68W?) but not sure what else I can do.
Additionally, my brother is not an American, but I would really like to petition for him. I asked an online recruiter but he didn't have the answers. How can I go about petitioning to naturalize him?
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I became a real life meme as I failed land nav at ocs. Anyone have any tips to get better at Land Nav without being able to actually go out to a course and do it?
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So I tried to enlist and ended up getting to meps with all kinds of issues with my paperwork, all my references were fake people and it was missing other info. Also had to take a test that my recruiter never scheduled for me to even qualify for the job I wanted. Then they didn't have the job. By that time it was already past when everyone was supposed to go home apparently. So I went home and contemplated if I still wanted to join. Decided I did and would go for other jobs but that I wanted a different recruiter because I felt like the first recruiter was willing to fuck me over just to get me enlisted. Went to a different one and they seemed much less pushy and laid back. As soon as I left I got a call from first recruiter asking why I went to another office. Told him that I would've been fucked when my clearance got denied because of all the paperwork issues, and he said okay. Next day got a call from his boss asking me to come back but I still said no. New recruiter wasn't able to pull jobs for me because the old recruiter had taken my profile back or something. Ended up scheduling meps for me where I'd work it out up there. Few hours after that, got a call from New recruiter saying some higher ups had said to give my profile back to the old recruiter.
The fuck is going on here? Are they just being petty? This is making me consider going over to the airforce recruiter lol. I don't even know what I'm asking here. Just thoughts on the situation I guess? Gonna be awkward as hell going back to the first recruiter now. Am I in the wrong here?
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ACFT vs APFT in BCT as of June 2020
I know someone currently in BCT at Fort Jackson and they say that they're being required to pass the ACFT in order to graduate. Is this true, or are they simply telling recruits that so that they try their hardest? If she can't do a leg tuck by the end of BCT, will she be recycled? (She can pass all other tests, just not the leg tuck.) Or are they allowing a plank substitute for those in BCT?
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How rare is it for an MI LT (or even any LT) to work in the pentagon? Always been my dream to work there but I don't want to get my hopes up of it happening as an LT. And I'm assuming it's a very competitive duty station?
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Do we have any DISMGs here? Currently studying for the course and would appreciate some pointers.
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Thanks guys!
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Anyone have any new information about 15c? I can't find anything about the new mos switch up going on.
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Has anybody enlisted after having ankle surgery? I have a little plate and a few screws in my ankle. I know it’ll require a waiver but just curious on the process of it
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What’s better: the pecan pie at Arifjan or the chocolate cake? Please hurry because there is only one slice of pie left and the full bird behind me is eying it up.
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I will be going to a 6-month school either TDY-e or TDY-r, if I go TDY-e will I still receive BAH? Does it matter if I am getting government housing at the location or not? Thanks
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The new memo regarding travel restrictions state California, Michigan, and Florida are still under restriction. Does this mean PCS TO or FROM these locations?
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Can/Do you keep the sports bras you bring to BCT or do they issue them?
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Hello all,
To start off I have a question about school, high-school and college, and moving forward as a civilian and hopefully into law enforcement.
I’ll begin by explaining myself and interest. I’m 17 years old turning 18 in November. I’m 5’9” 145 pounds. I play football and run track for big walnut high-school in Sunbury OHIO. I also work for the City of Westerville as a lifeguard. I consider myself in above average shape because of football and lifeguard workouts. I work out 3 times a week for football and eat okay, not the best but okay. I also have a inservice for lifegusrding every month. This includes swimming 300 yards, only using your legs to swim, and other activists. I’ve been 130-145 since freshmen year and I’m onto my senior year. I squat 345, bench 165 and deadlift 275. I have gone up in weights but I can not change my muscle. I’m still the same Scrawny kid freshmen year. I want to go to OSU in Columbus Ohio and get a bachelors degree in computer engineering, then go into law enforcement. My mom works for OSU and gets half off tuition. They are going to help me pay for college but also have to pay for my brother (that’s going to tiffen university which is very expensive) and my twin that also wants to go to OSU. We are definitely not poor, but not rich. We take out loans for a lot but my parents make sure I always have food, a roof, clothes, and a place to sleep.
Now some back story to my question. My ex (which destroyed a lot of my motivation to keep myself in shape) grew up in a military family. I did not. Her mom was in the military, her dad is a Retired veteran, and her step dad is currently a Colonel in the air force. His son and daughter are also on active duty. I talked to him and his son some what about what they did. It peaked my Interest a lot. I’ve always loved what people due to protect other people. That’s what pushed me into wanting to join law enforcement. But the problem is I search the internet and have no clue where to start.
The first problem I came a-crossed is upsetting my parents. I understand when I turn 18 they have no say in what I’m going to do but they DO NOT want me to join the army or military. I’ve told them it’s peaked my interest but they think I should go to college get my degree and leave. I would love to do this but also would love to join the military. If you could tell me what you did if your parents were not accepting that would help a lot. The second problem is I have no idea what I want to do. I would love to do IT in the military but want boots on the ground gun “action” experience for when I am done with the military. I would want to become a “shooter” in the military over an IT position but it is what it is. The third problem is paying for college. How much college will it pay for and will I still be able to get my bachelors degree in computer engineering. Will I still be attending OSU as a normal student or will it be online ? The last and FINAL question ( I know it’s long sorry) is how long will I be in the military to be able to pay for college. Is it 2-4 years and back to civilian life type of thing ? Or is it whenever they need me to come back ?
Thank you for the help and taking the time to read this entire thing ! If my questions are to Vague let me know and I will try to change them. Thank you again for the help !!
Good afternoon guys. I'm trying to find some info but a lot of it is from a while ago so I want to see if I can get some up to date info on this topic.
I'm about 7 lbs overweight but I am fit. I have some gains coming in and I'm losing weight fast. I started weight training at the beginning of this year with a few breaks due to life and work in between so I have fat but my muscles are at least a bit noticable. I do a home workout everyday.
Anyway, I'm about 5''5' give or take I(I haven't gotten an accurate measure) and currently at 172 with food in my stomach (when I haven't gone to the restroom).
The army website says for my age and height I should have a max of 165, however I've heard from some other people who are already done with BCT that they were overweight when they went in and were good by the time they came out.
My question is: Can I get into the military sitting at 172 right now? Or should I wait until I get down to 165.
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Why do so many people end their posts with fast food orders? ELI5, I'd love to know where this joke comes from.
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Do you have to be able to swim for bct at fort Jackson?
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I am graduating with a degree in civil engineering at the end of August and my job prospects are looking dismal.
My question: Would it be a good idea to join the army in order to get relevant experience?
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what if I faint during the medical exam? I normally faint when someone draws blood from me. Does that disqualify me from the army?
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I don’t really trust my recruiter that he is looking for 11x with an option 40 contract for me. I’m qualified but not enlisted. He keeps calling me to try to convince me to sign 11x saying that there aren’t going to be option 40s until next year and they haven’t seen any since last year... I don’t know what to say. His 1st Sergeant even told me on the phone that they aren’t going to look for it because it’s essentially a lost cause. I’ve also seen comments of people RECENTLY like in the past few weeks enlist as 11x with option 40 and they are shipping out August 11.... What do I do! I want to sign but I will not do so w/o and option 40. I almost feel like they aren’t looking and just stretching time out to wear me down... any suggestions?
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Best deployment bag? Looking for one of those giant ass rolling duffel/suitcase deals so I can bring two bags instead of four. The ones at my px felt cheaply made, wondering if anyone had a go-to durable bag they recommend.
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Does getting regular therapy without a diagnosis disqualify you from enlisting? I've read that having a diagnosis of most mental illnesses and needing more than 12 months of cumulative outpatient care is a disqualifier. I'm wondering if I risk being disqualified if I seek regular therapy without a diagnosis (just because it's nice to have somewhere to go to vent at the end of the week without it impacting my life - I don't really need therapy but insurance pays for it and it's a nice break from the world).
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Is there a list of all possible enlistment benefits/bonuses you can get in your contract before signing? Along with the requirements for each benefit? Does anything similar to the Army College Fund that was discontinued in 2012 exist now?
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Is the National Call to Service program still a thing? I heard it was congressionally mandated, does that mean it will always be available?
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Leaving OSUT for pre-RASP/RASP soon. My green duffle bags are gonna be heavy as fuck with all the books I've collected here. Am I gonna have to hold them above my head, etc. ? Do i need to worry about lightening the load?
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What is the general consensus here on General Mike Flynn getting exonerated and taking the Q anon oath?
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Do I need to study for the asvab? I want to become a 12b (combat engineer) is that something you need to score very high in order to get ?
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How long do changes to your TSP contributions in MyPay take to go into effect? i.e. what is the time frame between making the change in MyPay to seeing it reflected in your LES?
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I currently have 75 credit hours towards a Bachelors degree and after reading AR 350-51 it says that if I have 90 credits towards my degree, I can submit an OCS packet. Has anyone heard of or know anyone who has went through the process before graduating?
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Can leadership force you to become a company level CLPM?
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Hope this is the right place to ask this - let me know if not. UQR help.
So, the Army just denied my UQR. Their reason was that HRC did not receive it within 30 days of notification of assignment. The "notification" that they're referencing was an AIM message stating that I am part of a group that will be slotted in the near future for recruiting XO spots. No other specifics. I saw the message 26 days after it was sent (maybe I should check AIM more) and notified the branch manager of my REFRAD immediately. She gave me a slot while on the phone despite me telling her not to because they were going to be getting my packet shortly.
My packet was late (by about 2 weeks) because it was waiting on the BDE CDR's signature for over 2 months. Partially due to his personal policy on only signing UQRs once a quarter and partially due to COVID cancelling that one meeting that would have happened on time otherwise. They gave me an RFO immediately after denying my packet.
What I know so far is that they cited 350-100 paragraph 2-6 (d) (although I'm sure they meant (a)) as the reason for denial. It states " An officer who does not wish to incur the additional ADSOs may submit a separation or resignation request (see para 2–5, above) within 30 days of notification of selection for attendance at any element of the CCC". Seeing as I'm assigned to a recruiting station and not CCC, this shouldn't apply to me. Here's a link to the reg.
Does anyone have any advice on how I can fight this? I have multiple phenomenal job opportunities and am currently participating in the Hiring our Heroes Corporate Fellowship Program with a very good company. I will lose all of that if I can't get this fixed. Thanks in advance, all. I see this thread is more geared towards newly enlisted; I'll try to pay it forward by answering some of their questions as I used to be enlisted as well.
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25 Y.O, Non us citizen and have a conditional green card. Wanted to enlist in the army then to CID and eventually FBI. Please, Help me by answering my questions. Thanks in advance :).
Hey guys, how are you?. I have a very unusual situation and I need some help clarifying some of the questions that have been in my mind lately and I can’t find any answers about them in the internet. So can you please help me?
Tl;dr: 25 yo, non us citizen Have a conditional green card (now 2 years .. after that I get a permanent one), Speak 4 languages (2 of them are critical to the US vital interests - Farsi and Arabic - and I’m native in both) wanted to enlist in the army now, Go to CID before/after my contract ends with the army, after that Transition to the civilian life and Go FBI. What is the best way to do it?
Longer version: A little background info about me. I’m a 25 years old. Non US citizen living in the US now. And I have a conditional green card (conditional for 2 years after that I get a Permanent Green card). I speak 4 languages (Farsi: Native. Arabic: Native (with three dialects). Hebrew: Native. English: above average to Advanced) and I’m trying to teach myself Spanish now and maybe Chinese in the future.
I came from a very poor family and that meant I couldn’t go to college in my home country cause I have to work to feed my self and my family. So, Instead I worked A LOT in different fields before I started networking and have my own clients and then transitioned to a full time freelancer. Fast forward, I came to the US in an E2 visa and I ran three online businesses, Sold two of them and Working in one now and I plan on exiting it soon. And honestly, I’m financially free now and I could do whatever I want in my life as I don’t have to worry about money, like ever. And with what is happening now in terms of the Corona virus and everything, I have realized that I want to do the things that I really want since money was no longer an obstacle/hurdle in my life. I want to enlist in the army for the experience and the brotherhood, not for the money (not like I have an issue for people who do it for any different reasons).
So I wanted to enlist in the army à CID à FBI. And Yes I’m 25 and yes I’m a little bit old for both the military and college but that won’t stop me. Believe me, I’m not the one who gives up easily.
So in normal situations that won’t be a problem, but my case is quite unsual. So, without further ado. Here are the questions I want you to help me with.
1- How can I enlist in the army If I’m in a conditional Green card not permanent one!?. I’ll get the permanent one after 2 years, but would the recruiter bother with my case if could prove that I’ll receive the permanent green card after 2 years? Or I’ll be shoved off!?.
1.1- if I have to wait for more 2 years to get my PR green card (so I’ll be 27 years old then), would I be able to enlist in the army in this age. Can I then go to the CID then the FBI route, or would it be too late?
2- I know that in order to go to CID, FBI or any federal agency, I have to be a US citizen which I’m not. In normal cases That won’t be a problem after a while as I could apply for citizenship after one year of service in peace time (which doesn’t apply to the current situations), or 6 months of service in war time (which apply to the current situations since 9/11). But the thing is, if I got enlisted in my conditional green card, would I be able to apply for citizenship after the six month period like regular green card holders, or would I have to wait for 2 years first then get my PR green card, then apply to citizenship?.
3- After all of that sorts out, How do I go to CID. Can I apply after two years of service while I’m active duty for example?. Or, should I apply after finishing my contract or what?
4- How is transitioning from The military(CID/MP) to the FBi?. Will this gave me an edge above the others, specially that I can speak two of the most wanted languages (Arabic and farsi) natively ?. Is there anything I can do during my time in service to stand out in the recruiting process both in CID and FBI?.
I’m terribly sorry for the long a$$ post. But I couldn’t find any answers to my quirky questions and my unusual situation. But I’m not giving up nor I will. I will do it no matter what obstacles I will face. That’s it. Thanks in advance guys, I really appreciate it!.
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I might get hate for this but whatever.
I want to join the military, for the benefits, but I want to have resemblance of normal life, maybe do a side job, or something, I want to have that choice. But I want to work as least as possible in the military going with the slogan "One weekend a month, two weeks a year" but I want to qualify for things like GI Bill and pensions and all the benefits of an active member of the military.
From my research, it seems like either the Army Reserves or National Guard is the best option. National Guard has the work of quelling riots down. Maybe the Navy or Air Force reserves is also a good option?
TL;DR: What reserve branch military should I join to minimize workload and maximize benefits?
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2020.07.13 19:19 Scotty2HottyWalker Epic Rap Battles of History Tournament Round of 64 Part 2

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSf7S-_SvDIUg9L7criFZUg7Q77ceGgNqLQwiNfIWHUOd019HA/viewform
Hello again ERB! I love myself a good tournament, and quarantine has given me lots of free time, so I made this! all 80 battles, pitted against each other to find the best rap battle as voted on by Reddit! This is part 2 of the Round of 64. Voting will remain open until Sunday morning at noon Central. Let me know if you have any feedback!
Results from the Part 1:
Bill Gates vs Steve Jobs (65.1%) def. Michael Jackson vs Elvis Presley (34.9%)
" These were both very memorable battles. From MJ vs Elvis having their aged selves and Hal 9000 interfering Bill. I would say the MJ vs Elvis was a draw and Bill defeated Steve but not Hal. I prefer the former for the portrayals of both characters young and aged and because I find the bars harder. "
" A mid-tier early battle up against what used to be the definitive "this is what a good ERB looks like" - not a hard choice here. "
Who won each battle:
Steve Jobs: 5
Bill Gates: 5
Hal 9000: 1
Michael Jackson: 10
Elvis Presley: 2
Bob Ross vs Pablo Picasso (79.8%) def. Christopher Columbus vs Captain Kirk (20.2%)
" Kirk vs colombus isn’t even music "
" I found both battles to be quite forgettable, Kirk makes his battle stick to my head more but not in a good way. I just can't take Kirk seriously as a rapper, some characters just aren't my cup of tea for rap battles and Kirk is one of them. I also don't like how Picasso's 2nd verse is just him saying his name. I believe it's a reference to long names being a sign of honor in the past but it just makes the verse feel dull. I'd give Christopher and Bob the win for each respective battles. "
" Peter's Boss Ross is just such a treat to listen to, it carries the battle. "
" As soon as I saw Columbus I went for the other one without even reading it "
Who won each battle:
Bob Ross: 14
Pablo Picasso: 1
Captain Kirk: 5
Christopher Columbus: 2
Theodore Roosevelt vs Winston Churchill (89.9%) def. Vlad the Impaler vs Count Dracula (10.1%)
" I love Lloyd's portrayal of Vlad but his Roosevelt is just too good to ignore. "
" Later vs later, alright! A hard choice for sure, though I am less against Vlad v Drac than the larger fanbase seems to be. Roosevelt vs Churchill simply doesn't make many mistakes in battler and verse balance, and Roosevelt vs Churchill also has a much stronger graphical game than Vlad v Drac. "
" I find this as an unfair matchup, I was underwhelmed by Vlad vs Dracula and astonished by Teddy vs Winston. Dracula had some good lines but not any hard ones, and the beat to me felt too dry when it seemed like they were going for a spooky one. It also felt a bit top heavy since Vlad got way too many killer lines compared to Dracula I absolutely love Lloyd as Roosevelt and Dan as Winston, they put so much personality to their performance, I like the historical references as well as the visuals (especially towards the end where you can see the paratroopers and riders). This may be my pick to win the whole thing. "
Roosevelt: 7
Churchill: 2
Vlad: 9
Dracula: 1
Darth Vader vs Hitler (58.7%) def. Frederick Douglass vs Thomas Jefferson (41.3%)
" This one is hard. I almost don't want to vote. I dislike both battles, FD v TJ would've easily been a battle that an earlier one that was good could've 'upset', but the first Vader v Hitler is just not good, and a strong showing of the weaknesses of the earlier battles. I chose FD v TJ just because it has the natural benefits of a later battle, even if it's rough. "
(Someone typed the entirety of Hitler's first verse; props to you)
Vader: 10
Hitler: 0
Douglass: 13
Jefferson: 1
Romeo and Juliet vs Bonnie and Clyde (77.1%) def. Batman vs Sherlock Holmes (22.9%)
" Dude that is not a cool way to play Batman "
" I love, LOVE Zach's Sherlock and Kyle's Watson but RJ vs BC is objectively better overall "
" I believe Peter's Batman was a bit too overhated. It was too silly, but I wouldn't call it the worst thing ever. I liked Watson and Robin as backups for the two and Sherlock's second verse. It was cool. I had Sherlock winning it. R&J vs B&C was great, this may be my favorite 2v2. I like the part where they have the two couples defend each other from the disses and respond (Clyde threats Juliet, Romeo defends Juliet and disses Clyde, Bonnie compares Romeo to Clyde, Juliet says Romeo will cut Clyde's dick off!) Juliet wins this battle on her own, I firmly believe that. "
Juliet: 10
Romeo: 7
Bonnie: 0
Clyde: 0
Sherlock: 10
Batman: 2
Albert Einstein vs Stephen Hawking (64.2%) def. Artists vs TMNT (35.8%)
" Love the Artists verses, so I'll go with it, even though it's stupid short, I believe the Turtles have 30 seconds or less of verse time. "
" wait no i take that back Churchill vs Roosevelt isnt the best. Albert vs hawking is. Hawking's second verse is probably the best verse in all of erb and all the other lines in this battle are s tier. Great beat and production "
Hawking: 6
Einstein: 0
Artists: 15
TMNT: 3
Guy Fawkes vs Che Guevara (70.6%) def. Elon Musk vs Mark Zuckerberg (29.4%)
" Perhaps this is a hot take, but Musk was horrible, both as a pick for this battle (very short-sighted pop culture choice) and in the battle. Zuckerberg was pretty fantastic though, and I'd defend that strongly. Aside from the dumb 'Fox' line, Fawkes vs Guevara is just plain strong.
Guevara: 12
Fawkes: 4
Musk: 6
Zuckerberg: 6
Jim Henson vs Stan Lee (79.8%) def. Terminator vs Robocop (20.2%)
" love terminator vs robocop, wish both could move on, but Walt's intro was the best "M-I-C" "I ROCK THE MIC PROPERLY" "
Disney: 13
Lee: 3
Henson: 2
Terminator: 5
Robocop: 2
Hitler vs Vader 2 (75.2%) def. Miley Cyrus vs Joan of Arc (24.8%)
" Oh this is not great... I don't like either of these battles. I chose MC v JoA because I actually liked Joan's set, which is the only one I liked of the four battlers listed. I've shot down two H v V battles now, and I do think the 3rd is the strongest of them all, but there's almost certainly some bias now that weaker later battles have snuck past against H v V battles. "
Hitler: 4
Vader: 4
Joan: 11
Cyrus: 1
Ghostbusters vs Mythbusters (85.3%) def. Abe Lincoln vs Chuck Norris (14.7%)
" Lincoln vs '2010 Chuck Norris memes' is a very early battle and it shows. "
" G v M is a strong battle with fun characters and a good 3rd battler that shut down both teams. AL v CN is a relic of its time that had Norris jokes as the height of internet humor. I don't think Norris could've been used for much better, but I'm very happy that Lincoln was saved from the hellhole that is "wasted in an early battle" that Khan/Gandalf/Dumbledore fell into. "
Ghostbusters: 4
Mythbusters: 4
Stay Puft: 1
Lincoln: 4
Norris: 2
Stephen King vs Edgar Allen Poe (71.6%) def. Barack Obama vs Mitt Romney (28.4%)
" Stephen King all day. The trochee scheme was smart though. "
" Why did you put these two together. An amazing classic and the other one with amazing lines and beats. Lincoln and King won " (The cruel nature of random choice)
" This is a hard choice. again, not put down any selection as I start typing. SK v EAP is a very good battle despite my dislike of EAP as an entity (grew up where he lived, enough talking about him already!). BO v MR is maybe the most memorable battle they've done with next to no mistakes or missteps - a hard thing for a political battle. I gotta give it to BO v MR, and honestly I haven't looked at the bracket but this might be the hardest battle for it IMO for most of the tournament. "
Poe: 6
King: 5
Obama: 5
Lincoln: 3
Romney: 2
Doc Brown vs Doctor Who (64.2%) def. Nice Peter vs EpicLLOYD 2 (35.8%)
" meh " (Well Said!)
" Never been a major fan of the IRL battles, sorry guys. "
Brown: 5
Who: 4
Peter: 4
LLOYD: 2
Eastern Philosophers vs Western Philosophers (78.9%) def. Babe Ruth vs Lance Armstrong (21.1%)
" Babe Ruth and Eastern Philosophers (wish ruth vs armstrong didnt have to lose so early 😭) "
" Kinda unfair to pit a major battle like the Philosophers one against a much more standard one, haha. For what it's worth, I feel Lance won his battle. "
" Ruth vs Armstrong has one of the best ERB verses of all time, Ruth's 2nd verse But Philosophers battle has several best verses AND one of the best cohesive narrative Simply put, Ruth vs Armstrong had one awesome part while the entire Philosophers battle was awesome "
Eastern: 5 (+1 Voltaire)
Western: 2 (+1 Sun Tzu)
Ruth: 8
Armstrong: 2
Frank Sinatra vs Freddie Mercury (86.2%) def. Nice Peter vs EpicLLOYD (13.8%)
" I come back to Freddie more than i do the other one. "
" NP v EL is a fun battle, but FS v FM is better. Peter and Lloyd clearly enjoyed playing their respective characters in it, and it holds up as an old battle where neither character feels wasted. NP v EL is a solid closer to a series but an alright battle. KassemG also kinda disappeared as far as I can tell, which dates the battle something fierce. "
Mercury: 11
Sinatra: 1
Peter: 3
LLOYD: 2
Mario Bros vs Wright Brothers (52.3%) def. Donald Trump vs Ebenezer Scrooge (47.7%)
" Not a fan of either of these, but Mario vs Wright is kinda infamously low tier. "
" The first time i watched this one i had no idea who Trump was. Wished it stayed that way. The battle is a great version of a Christmas carol. "
" A decent later battle up against a wasted earlier battle. Rhett and Link help this battle a ton, but the M & L side do disappointment to the characters, even if the goal was to show the silly Mario Bros movie style stuff. Both of these characters could've had better opponents (or even just against each other) with the better writing and abilities of a later battle, but they struggle in an earlier battle that really only is of note due to Rhett and Link representing the Wright Brothers well. "
Wright: 8
Mario: 3
Scrooge: 3
Future Ghost: 2
JP Morgan: 1
Kanye: 0
Trump: 0
Blackbeard vs Al Capone (62.4%) def. Ash Ketchum vs Charles Darwin (37.6%)
" The only reason I voted this one is because it’s one of the only battle I get every lines instantly. It was one of my first favourite battle so I gotta give it to AK VS CD. But the AC VS Blackbeard is one of the most quality one as well "
" Blackbeard vs Capone was an interesting gang type rap. The flows were great but it lacks some substance. I have it for Al Ash vs Charles was very clever, though I wouldn't have Ash represent Pokemon's "evolution" since he barely evolves his Pokemon anyway. I have Charles winning. "
" A hard choice to end it off! I'm a huge fan of Pokemon and love the genetics field, but the battle feels... weak. It's got the graphics and style of a later battle, but feels like an earlier battle for some reason. The B v AC battle is dated due to the AC stuff, but holds up despite that, IMO. It's close for sure, and AK v CD would've put up a better fight against most other battles, but B v AC takes it. "
Capone: 7
Blackbeard: 0
Ash: 6
Darwin: 2
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2020.07.07 01:06 KubaJaro2002 Should Microsoft Flight Simulator partner with Blitzortung, to generate accurate lightning strikes in the world?

What is Blitzortung?
In order to save myself time with typing, here is what this popular website can create.
“Blitzortung.org is a world-wide non-commercial low-cost community-based Time-of-Arrival lightning detection and lightning location network.”
“Introduction.
The aim of this project is to accomplish a low budget high accurate world-wide lightning location network based on a high number of receiver sites spaced close to each other, typically separated by 50 km - 250 km. The stations transmit their data to a central computing server, where the strike locations are computed by the arrival times of the signals.
The station operators are volunteers who bought and assembled the hardware by themselves. There are also volunteer programmers who develop and/or implement algorithms for the location or visualization of sferic positions, and people who assist anyway to keep the system running. There is no restriction on membership. There is no fee and no contract. If a receiver site stops pooling its data for a longer time period, the server stops providing the access to the archive of sferic positions for the corresponding user.
Blitzortung.org is completely different to other data collection platforms as for example marinetraffic.com or flightradar24.com. Ships and airplanes already know their exact position. They send their positions by radio. The information can be received with simple receivers and transferred over the Internet to a data server. Receiving and sending the received position is not time-critical. On the data server nothing needs to be calculated. The data is only collected and visualized. To receive the position of a ship or aircraft, one receiving station is sufficient.
Lightning location, on the other hand, is much more complicated. The waveforms of the signals must be sampled with high frequency (512 values with at least 500 KHz) and assigned with an accurate absolute time stamp (+/- 1 usec). The exact location of the detector is extremely important. An absolute microsecond accurate time stamp and an accurate position of the receiving detector can only be obtained by a GPS module. On the computing server the signals from different detectors are adjusted and compared each other. Each pair of signals from different detectors defines a hyperbolic curve. The intersection point of several hyperbolic curves determines the location. This is calculated on our server in a few seconds, what even professional systems do not always achieve.
The sferic positions are free accessible in raw format to those participants whose stations transmit their data to our server. The station owner can use the raw data for all non-commercial purposes. The lightning activity is additionally displayed on several public maps like Blitzortung.org or LightningMaps.org. Most of the maps can be used for non-commercial purposes.
This wiki gives an overview about the physical and technical background of our lightning detection and locating technology. It is also an assembling and operation manual for participants.”
Credits for the in-depth information: https://docs.lightningmaps.org/doku.php?id=en:about
What will this mean for MSFS?
We will finally be able to see lightning strikes in the places where they should be. Inside of heavy downpours, large developing Columbus type clouds, and in real time. No more lightning outside clouds, or inside smaller, everyday showers. Looking into the up to date Alpha screenshots by the community, some lightning strikes appear in places where they shouldn’t be, and this could be improved.
As an everyday storm observer, I believe this is a nice handy tool to make weather more accurate. In Ireland where I live, thunderstorms are very rare due to the large winds coming from the Atlantic Ocean. Yet, lightning was visible in Donegal Airport, Airport Feature Discoveries Series Video for example.
You can try out the website below!
www.lightningmaps.org
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2020.06.30 20:01 goodamerica Diploma Privilege: What This Moment Demands

JUNE 26, 2020 08:55:45 PM Vania M. SmithEdited by: Tim Zubizarreta
Vania M. Smith, a J.D. 2020 graduate of the Catholic University of America, discusses the racial and socioeconomic inequities facing 2020 Bar Exam students and calls for diploma privilege...
COVID-19 has forced jurisdictions across the country to make decisions regarding the administration of this year’s Bar Exam. These decisions have altered the date, location, format, and portability of results; and have done so in ways that are anything but equitable. What has resulted is an atmosphere of stressful uncertainty and confusion that has laid bare the inherent socioeconomic and racial inequities of this antiquated rite of passage into the legal profession. To steal an oft tested phrase on the MBE, in the interest of “fair play and substantial justice,” bar examiners across the country must accept that the protection of this ritual through the administration of either in-person or remote exams during the COVID-19 crisis is unfair and unjust. Diploma privilege is the equitable solution this moment demands.
The formula for bar preparation is quite simple. Graduate from law school, pay $2,000–$5,000 for commercial bar preparation programs and study materials, quit or delay the start of a job to study for 8–10 weeks, spend 6–10 hours per day studying, pay the necessary fees which range from $500–$1,800, and sit for the bar exam. This formula was already fraught with socioeconomic and racial disparities prior to COVID-19. However, when the effects of a global pandemic are injected into the administration of the bar exam, the inequities become alarming.
Traditional graduates often leave law school with substantial debt and are given limited time after graduation before payments commence. The lucky graduates were able to complete the prerequisite unpaid internships, work as a paid summer associate, and land a firm job that will cover bar preparation expenses. But what about graduates with limited resources, no familial financial support, and no firm job to bridge the gap? What about the graduates who worked full-time during law school and were unable to accept unpaid internships? What about non-traditional students with dependent children? Enter COVID-19 and we now have a class in crisis. The country is in the midst of record unemployment. Graduates relying on jobs in the service industry for basic income are out of work. Law firms are bracing for a recession and have all but halted entry-level hiring. As jurisdictions continue to push the standard administration of the July exam deeper into the calendar year through October, graduates are forced to go without a source of income longer; amassing more debt, and possibly losing entry-level positions to February 2020 examinees, who are now licensed attorneys. This socioeconomic crisis also makes the very process of getting a seat at the bar exam fundamentally unfair. As accessibility to exam dates has fluctuated throughout the summer, graduates with economic means have paid multiple jurisdictions in hopes of getting a seat where a portable score is offered. Graduates have positioned themselves to take the bar exam in preferred jurisdictions only accessible via travel and hotel stays that many cannot afford.
Once a seat is secured, how does a graduate prepare during a pandemic? Public libraries, coffee shops, and law schools have been closed since March, forcing bar examinees across the country to study at home. For the select few, home during the crisis is back with their parents, with access to conducive study space; but for the vast majority of examinees, cramped apartment living is the norm. In a typical summer, a conducive study environment could easily be achieved by providing recent graduates with access to study rooms in public libraries, space on law school or college campuses, or an office setting on breaks or after hours. However, these potential equalizers are all closed. As I write this article, home for me is in a neighborhood in Washington, D.C. where the unemployment rate is four times the national average. Schools and summer camps are closed due to the ongoing pandemic. In short, everyone is at home. This creates an environment where noise is a constant distraction. This is even more of a barrier to success for those with children at home who have to balance being caregivers and studying at the same time, including many who had to finish law school while home-schooling their children. Finally, extreme mental stressors are rampant. Black students have long faced obstacles to bar admission. Currently, only 5% of U.S. lawyers are Black. The civil and racial unrest resulting in protests across the country have evoked undeniable feelings of fear and despair. In addition, COVID-19 has disproportionate serious or fatal effects on Black people, further contributing to Black graduate angst. Overall, cases in the US have exceeded 2.6 million and the number of deaths has reached 122,000. Students are rightfully scared. Examinees have faced this illness themselves, or in their families and friends. Many know someone who has died from COVID-19. How can graduates possibly be expected to prepare for an exam of this magnitude at a time like this? But in some jurisdictions, graduates have been told the show must go on.
Jurisdictions conducting in-person exams are requiring temperature checks and masks for examinees. In Kentucky, examinees have been warned that if they fail the temperature check they will have to wait for the next administration of the exam. I can think of no better incentive for a desperate examinee to conceal symptoms, potentially exposing others to the virus. Examinees will use shared public restrooms and common areas on breaks that create additional exposure to touchpoints. In Philadelphia, lunch breaks will be in bustling public areas near the Convention Center, after which examinees will return for the afternoon session. Some courts have already made the decision to shut down and move in-person hearings to 2021 because there is no vaccine or effective treatment for COVID-19; yet these same courts believe it is acceptable to administer an in-person bar exam.
In Washington, DC, Maryland, Indiana, and Louisiana, the bar exam will be administered remotely. This option was offered by the National Council of Bar Examiners (“NCBE”) for jurisdictions that believe in-person examination would be impossible. The notion that such an administration could possibly be fair and equitable is preposterous. It assumes, as many policies of the NCBE have always assumed, that the majority of bar examinees are 25-year-olds with no children, with access to sufficient in-home testing environments, and with financial resources necessary to “make it work.” Sadly, this creates another barrier to admission to the profession for those that do not fit this profile. In addition to inadequate testing environments, examinees also face inequitable access to reliable internet—a necessity for exam administration. For example, the internet service provider in my area often conducts unscheduled maintenance without warning. There is no guarantee an interruption will not occur during the exam. It is also unfair to assume all students have internet access beyond their cell phones or have the required robust speeds. This is why law schools still have computer labs, even in 2020. But these labs, like the campuses, are still closed as the health crisis continues.
Safe, equitable administration of the bar exam via in-person testing is not possible. The US reached its highest number of new cases to date on June 24th. Unfortunately, the number of new cases is still rising. There is no way to limit touchpoint exposure throughout the examination day. There is no way to know if an examinee is already infected by mere temperature checks. There is no equity in an in-person administration during a pandemic that adversely affects some examinees based on race, age, and pre-existing conditions. There is no safe option for the immunocompromised. Masks are not enough and are an added stressor. Bar examinees should not have to face fear for their health and survival, and that of their loved ones to take the bar exam. The continued closure of the courts, the implementation of online trials, and convening of professional conferences via virtual platforms through year-end demonstrate the courts are well aware of the dangers of public settings. Moving forward with in-person bar examinations with knowledge of that danger is unconscionable.
Equitable administration of the bar exam via remote testing is not possible. There is no equity of the testing environment if each examinee is taking the bar exam in their own home. There is no equity if some examinees are forced to incur the expense of a hotel room or business incubator space to take the bar exam due to an unsuitable home environment. No equity can be guaranteed as it relates to the reliability of in-home internet, the possibility of power outages due to inclement weather, and other external factors outside of the examinee’s control.
It could not be clearer that the administration of the bar exam during a global pandemic with a simultaneous period of civil unrest is irresponsible. Moreover, the NCBE’s rationale that administering the bar exam is essential for the protection of the public is hypocritical. Specifically, the current president of the NCBE was admitted via diploma privilege, but now actively advocates against it.
This moment is unprecedented. Lawyers are trained to use skill, logic, justice, and fairness to meet the moment. Diploma privilege is what this moment demands.
Vania M. Smith, M.P.A., J.D., is a 2020 graduate of the Catholic University of America, Columbus School of Law, where she was the 2019 National Trial Competition (NTC) Champion. Her scholarly interests are Professional Responsibility and Legal Ethics.
Suggested citation: Vania M. Smith, Diploma Privilege: What This Moment Demands, JURIST – Student Commentary, June 26, 2020, https://www.jurist.org/commentary/2020/06/vania-smith-diploma-privilege-racial-economic-inequities/.
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2020.06.24 14:45 old_richman living in the past: lp newsletter june 2000

COMET - MAY/JUNE 2000 - ISSUE 24
For people who like their travel news down loaded, not loaded down. Brought
to you by Lonely Planet (http://www.lonelyplanet.com)
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IN THIS ISSUE
Upgrade Your Iran Guidebook - News From LP Authors on the Road
Soapbox - What's Shaking the Thorn Tree, LP's travellers' bulletin board?
The Scoop - World News For the Itchy of Foot
Compass - Cuba Guides to Win
Decadent Dunnies - The Winning Toilet Humourists
In the Spotlight - Ecotourism in Costa Rica: Size Matters
Link - Bahrain, Kuwait & Qatar Guides to Win
Homepage - What's Happening on the LP Web Site?
Press The Flesh - Chat Online to LP Author Nancy Frey
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UPGRADE 'IRAN'
Paul Greenwood, the co-author of LP's guide to Iran and its online Upgrade,
says scoring a visa to Iran remains a matter of luck - or 'inshallah'. If
you get your foot in the door, however, you'll find Iran remarkably cheap
and safe to travel around and the people incredibly hospitable.
FACTS FOR THE VISITOR
* Visas & Documents: The good news is that visas are increasingly easy to
extend inside Iran, but the bad news is that visas to enter Iran are still
a hassle to get in the first place. The current advice is to apply in your
home country several months in advance; try again about two months later if
your first application is refused; or obtain an (extendable) transit visa
in a neighbouring country (Pakistan, Turkey or India). There has been no
letup in the letters from travellers with tales of woe, difficulty and
capriciousness when applying for visas. However, there are individual
stories of charm, ease and straightforward dealings between some travellers
and some Iranian consular staff. Annoyingly, it appears to be a matter of
luck - or inshallah.
US citizens can receive visas from the Iranian Interests Section in the
Pakistan embassy in Washington if they can prove they have prebooked
flights to/from Iran and accommodation in Iran, and have a 'good' reason to
travel there (or pretend that they do), eg an interest in Islamic
architecture, visiting family etc.
* Visa Extensions: Travellers (and the author) report successful visa
extensions in Tabriz (as much as 30 days is possible); Esfahan (only 10
days, but in 24 hours or less); Shiraz (seven to 10 days regularly given,
but 15 or more days if you ask nicely); Kerman; and Mashhad (30 days is
possible within 24 hours). Tehran is now far better, and extensions within
24 hours are currently possible.
* Money: There are now four exchange rates. The official rate of US$1 =
3000 rials, stubbornly set by the Central Bank, is meaningless; make sure
that banks don't use this rate when you change travellers cheques (if you
can) or get a cash advance with a credit card, or when you buy anything
with a credit card.
Secondly, banks that have foreign exchange facilities offer about US$1 =
5700 rials. Thirdly, the 'street rate' at the safe, legal money exchange
offices is about US$1 = 8000-8500 rials, and that is still the best way to
change money. Finally, the dodgy black market traders offer about US$1 =
8500+ rials, but the extra is not worth the risk. (The exchange rates
offered by money exchange offices, and particularly the black market
traders, will vary according to the current economic, political and social
situation in Iran.)
Many mid-range hotels will change money at about US$1 = 8000 rials. Budget
hotels are often not interested, or trustworthy; top end hotels usually
offer the bank rate of about US$1 = 5700 rials.
Travellers have had trouble converting rials into US dollars when leaving
the country, even with a bank receipt. Try at the airport, or better, don't
change too much just before leaving Iran.
* Costs: Entry fees to all government-run museums and galleries have now
been set at between 15,000 and 20,000 rials. The cost of transport, hotels
and food has increased by about 40% over prices quoted in the guidebook.
However, you get many more rials for your US dollar now, so Iran is even
cheaper than it was.
The minimum you'll need to pay for budget hotels, Iranian food and
overland, public transport is about US$10 per person per day. Unless you
thrive on discomfort, however, allow about US$30 per person per day. Add to
this the cost of internal flights (which are still ridiculously cheap),
long-distance chartered taxis and souvenirs.
* Post & Communications: Iran is very slowly getting on the Net. Several
Internet centres have opened in Tehran, and one has started up in Yazd. In
Esfahan and Shiraz, rug sellers in the bazaars have set up internet
stations. A little delta (triangle) sign indicates that computers are
available.
* Dangers & Annoyances: Despite the US and UK bombing of Iraq (and a stray
missile or two did land on Khorramshahr inside Iran), some huffing and
puffing between Iran and the Taliban in Afghanistan, and the murder of some
liberal writers, Iran remains one of the safest countries in the region.
There were several kidnappings of foreign tourists in south-east Iran in
1999, thought to be linked to the drugs trade, but their releases were
successfully negotiated.
US citizens remain unwelcome by the government (but not by the Iranian
populace in general). A bus carrying US businessmen was attacked in
mid-1998 by some radicals, although nobody was harmed. Despite this, US
visitors who can get a visa should have few problems if they keep a low
profile.
GETTING THERE & AWAY
* Air: Iran Air has commenced weekly flights to Copenhagen. Pariz Air has
commenced flights between Bandar-e Abbas and Ras al-Khaimah in the UAE,
currently on Sunday and Wednesday. Departure tax is about US$40.
* Land: Pakistan: There is now only one train per week between Zahedan and
Quetta. It leaves Zahedan at 8.30 am on Monday. The ticket office in
Zahedan is open from 7 am to 2 pm daily except Friday.
One traveller reported an unpleasant surprise when entering overland into
Iran. They were charged an extra US$174 in 'fuel tax', apparently to
compensate Iran for allowing foreigners travelling on transit visas to buy
petrol at such cheap prices, in an attempt, effectively, to charge the
equivalent of the higher petrol prices in neighbouring countries. This
doesn't apply to visitors with tourist visas.
GETTING AROUND
The government was forced to slash petrol subsidies in late 1998, so the
price of petrol nearly doubled. This naturally resulted in a similar
percentage increase in taxi and bus fares and may affect prices for other
forms of transport. However, by western standards the price of all local
transport remains incredibly cheap.
READ ON
Read the rest of Paul's handiwork online:
http://www.lonelyplanet.com/upgrades/up-ira.htm
or choose another Upgrade, from Japan to Jordan:
http://www.lonelyplanet.com/upgrades/
WHAT ARE UPGRADES, ANYWAY?
Upgrades provide a snapshot of the most important changes that have
occurred since the book was published. They only outline changes that
affect the usefulness of the book. They are written by Lonely Planet
authors and include unconfirmed news from travellers on the road.
We produce Upgrades to more than 50 best sellers and guides to countries or
regions that change rapidly. Our authors write the first Upgrade around
six months after the book is published and subsequent Upgrades every six
months after that. When the fully updated new edition of the book is
published the Upgrades cycle starts again.
Upgrades are supplements to our books designed to make each book even more
useful throughout its life. They're no substitute for our books, which are
thoroughly updated by LP authors for every edition.
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SOAPBOX
Votes are being cast on the Thorn Tree this month for the most awful
embassy and visa chase of all time. Kazaks worldwide seem to be winning:
http://thorntree.lonelyplanet.com/thorn/repliesflat.pl?Cat=&Topic=31170&view=expanded
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THE SCOOP
News For the Itchy of Foot
THAILAND
Severe flooding hit Central Thailand over the weekend 3-4 June, blocking
roads and leaving villages underwater. The Chanthaburi river overflowed
into farmland after heavy rains. Villages, orchards and fish farms in
Chanthaburi and Trat were inundated, and roads linking several villages
were blocked by tree trunks or branches. Many were covered by a metre of
water. Flooding reached the Khao Saming and Bo Rai districts of Trat, and
some parts of the Bo Rai district were inundated. In many of the flood
stricken districts water levels are not expected to drop in the near
future, and relief packages are being issued to remote villages.
Authorities have ordered full scale relief operations to be prepared as
concern grows over rising water levels. Travellers should be prepared for
transport disruptions in these areas, remain flexible in their plans and
consult local sources to keep up to date with developments.
INDONESIA
Indonesian police have expressed concern over the number of counterfeit
notes in circulation in Jakarta and on the island of Bali following the
arrest of 15 people this week for distributing funny money. An estimated
6.5 billion Rp of counterfeit money has been discovered in the past three
months, most of it in the form of 50,000 Rp notes. The government has
contemplated withdrawing the note (which bears the visage of disgraced
ex-President Soeharto) and re-issuing it with a new design. Meanwhile,
Indonesia's central bank has announced that there are flaws in some genuine
100,000 Rp notes, which smudge when rubbed intensely. Travellers in
possession of ink-smeared 100,000 Rp notes can exchange them at local
banks.
UNITED ARAB EMIRATES (UAE)
Abu Dhabi's first female-only shopping mall has proven to be a mild
success. As most shopping malls in the UAE are popular meeting places for
men to smoke and drink coffee in air-conditioned comfort, many women avoid
them. But not the She Zone, where more than 300 women visit each weekday
and about 1100 women visit on the weekends. In the She Zone women are not
required to wear the abaya - a long overcoat - or a veil while they are
shopping and all staff (including security guards) are female.
Scoop up news from the rest of the planet:
http://www.lonelyplanet.com/scoop/
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COMPASS
How's Your Sense of Direction?
The Indians called the island Siguanea but when Christopher Columbus
arrived he renamed it El Evangelista. From the 16th to the 18th century it
was a hideout for pirates such as Francis Drake, John Hawkins, Thomas
Baskerville and Henry Morgan. They called it Parrot Island and their
activities inspired Robert Louis Stevenson to write 'Treasure Island'.
Since then the island has changed names a few more times and been home to
political prisoners and students from all over the world. These days its
big attractions are the unspoiled natural environment and the unhurried way
of life. Scuba divers are drawn to the entire region.
Name the island and the country to which it belongs and we'll put you in
the draw for one of 20 copies of 'Cuba' by David Stanley. Remember to
provide your name and postal address with your entry. We always pick
winners at random to give readers in all time zones an even chance. Email
us at: comet u/lonelyplanet.com.au.
Last month we described Skuon in Cambodia. The follow people picked up the
prizes: Alvin Lim, Ben Schonthal, Cheyne Keith, Eric Beadle, Graham Cullen,
Jaakko Kurki, Jane Hirons, Javier Segurotti, Kirsten Sander, Lim Lay Hoon,
Lubos Bartyzal, Martin Roberts, Michiel Jansen, Mikael Blixt, Natalie
Mei-Lynn Soh, Prentiss Riddle, Rich Garella, Tim Taylor, Zdena Plecita, Zoe
Arthur.
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DECADENT DUNNIES
Well, we did ask. Remind us never to use the words 'describe' and 'toilet'
in the same sentence ever again. One little request for stories of bizarre,
luxurious or otherwise memorable WCs in restaurants around the globe and we
opened the floodgates to more tales of filth and frivolity than you could
poke a funny smelling stick at.
The following 20 people picked up a prize for their efforts - both literary
and lavatorial: Ariana Cynowicz, Benjamin Scheiner, Chris Azure, Claire
Mitchell, Craig Zimmerman, Dorian Moro, Egan Cheung, Gavin Mooney, Jim
Calderwood, Jodie Holckner, Kassandra Humphreys, Kim Binstead, Liz
O'Donnell, Molly de Aguiar, Paul Roach, Poppy Collyer, Richard Carr,
Stephane Coillet-Matillon, Vanessa Dwyer and Xavier Finlayson.
Ben did it down a 15 metre mine shaft in Coober Pedy in outback Australia.
Molly opened the pod bay doors onto a 2001 experience in Paris. Liz got all
Phillipe Starck on us in New York. Poppy followed the instructions and
ended up learning more than she needed to know about the diet of French
lorry drivers. Chris and Richard? We couldn't in good conscience keep their
extracts to ourselves:
From Chris Azure of Hong Kong:
'The most memorable and bizarre restaurant toilet I've ever seen is without
a doubt the toilet of Seiryuumon, a Chinese theme restaurant in Shinjuku,
Tokyo.
The restaurant itself is a very memorable one, but the toilet is really the
strangest part. As soon as you enter, you notice that coming out of one of
the walls is a huge, grotesque figure resembling some kind of eight armed
Chinese god. Two of these arms are holding a big, red-lipped smiling mouth,
which, it soon dawns on you, is the urinal.
As you go up to the urinal and begin to do your stuff, some truly bizarre
music (with German lyrics, I believe) starts up, and in time to this, the
god starts to swing the urinal from side to side. The god's head revolves
to reveal an identical head wearing makeup and making a suggestive kissing
expression at you.
As if all this isn't enough, you notice a flashing light and you look up to
discover that one of the arms holds a camera (with 'gay photo' written on
the front) that points down and flashes away at you.
I'm not sure what's more amusing: the experience itself, or the embarrassed
expressions of others emerging from the toilet after knowing what was in
there. I just hope I don't see myself some day on some Japanese hidden
camera show.'
From Richard Carr of the UK:
'We spent an unhealthy morning in a deserted branch of Nando's (somewhere
between Port Elizabeth and East London, along South Africa's southern
coast) nursing a hangover, trying not to gag at the smell of cooked meat
and taking advantage of the 'bottomless coffee' offer.
Although the whole experience retains a dreamlike quality, I am almost
positive that the deep and capacious urinals were stacked full to bursting
with ice cubes. However many times I returned it looked as though the
urinals had only just before been filled to the brim - you honestly could
not have got one more cube in! This lavish effect was entirely out of
keeping with the ambience of what was barely more than a fast food outlet.
Perhaps the dial on the ice machine had broken off whilst turned to
'maximum output'.
There is something disturbingly satisfying about creating your own ice
sculpture using nothing more than the power of hot urine and a slightly out
of kilter imagination. The deep yellows straining through the reflections
of white and black tiling was deeply fascinating. The acoustics of the
gents, exacerbated by my hangover, amplified the sounds of cracking ice so
it was as though I was peeing beneath a moving glacier.
I have since taken up ice sculpture on a semi-professional basis, albeit
using the more usual tools of the trade: a chisel, a small hammer, a
sculpture's knife and a tub of luke warm water.'
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IN THE SPOTLIGHT: THE PRICE OF ECOTOURISM IN COSTA RICA
Rob Rachowiecki, co-author of LP's new edition of 'Costa Rica', says size
definitely matters when it comes to ecotourism development.
Costa Rica has so much to offer the wildlife enthusiast that it's small
wonder that ecotourism is growing in the country. Over 70% of foreign
travellers visit one or more nature destinations; half of these visitors
come specifically to see Costa Rica's wildlife.
During the past few years, the natural wonders of Costa Rica have been
discovered. From the late 1980s to the mid-1990s, the annual number of
visitors doubled, and now over 700,000 foreign tourists visit every year.
The tourism industry recently surpassed bananas and coffee as the nation's
biggest industry (though 1998 figures placed it second, behind electronics,
another newcomer). Prices for the traveller have risen substantially.
The financial bonanza generated by the tourist boom means that new
operations are starting up all the time - many are good, some are not. The
big word in Costa Rica is 'ecotourism' - everyone wants to jump on the
green bandwagon. There are 'ecological' car rental agencies and
'ecological' menus in restaurants! Taking advantage of Costa Rica's 'green'
image, some developers are promoting mass tourism and are building large
hotels with accompanying environmental problems. Apart from the immediate
impacts, such as cutting down vegetation, diverting or damming rivers and
driving away wildlife, there are huge secondary impacts like erosion, lack
of adequate waste treatment facilities for a huge hotel in an area away
from sewerage lines, and the building of socially, environmentally and
economically inadequate 'shanty towns' to house the maids, waiters, cooks,
cleaners, and many other employees needed. I recommend staying in smaller
hotels that have a positive attitude about the environment rather than
large, mass-tourism destinations.
At first, the growth in tourism took the nation by surprise - there was no
overall development plan, and the growth was poorly controlled. Some people
wanted to cash in on the short term, with little thought for the future.
Many developers are foreigners - they say that they are giving the local
people jobs, but locals don't want to spend their lives being waiters and
maids while watching the big money go out of the country.
Traditionally, tourism in Costa Rica has been on a small and intimate
scale. About 90% of the country's hotels are small (fewer than 50 rooms),
and the friendly local people have worked closely with tourists, to the
benefit of both. This intimacy and friendliness was a hallmark of a visit
to Costa Rica, but this is changing.
The developers of a recent project to build a 402-room hotel (the first of
a chain) on a remote Pacific beach were sued for causing environmental
damage and treating employees unfairly. Although the government agreed that
laws were broken, the Spanish-owned hotel opened in 1992 and sparked off a
spirited controversy within Costa Rica.
The big question is whether future tourism developments should continue to
focus on the traditional small-hotel, ecotourism approach, or turn to mass
tourism, with planeloads of visitors accommodated in 'mega-resorts' like
the ones in Cancun, Mexico. From the top levels of government down, the
debate has been fierce. Local and international tour operators and travel
agents, journalists, developers, airline operators, hotel owners, writers,
environmentalists and politicians have all been vocal in their support of
either ecotourism or mass tourism. Many believe that the country is too
small to handle both forms of tourism properly.
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LINK
What do al-shaqhah, al-kerdiyah and al-khabash have in common? We've got 20
copies of LP's new guide to Bahrain, Kuwait and Qatar up for grabs if you
can guess the answer we're looking for.
Email us at [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]) and don't forget to include your name
and postal address. And if you don't score a prize, that doesn't mean you
were wrong or that we're dirty stinkin' cheats; we pick winners at random
to give readers in all time zones a fighting chance.
Last time we asked you what links a cave near Cape Mulinu'u on Samoa's
Falealupo Peninsula with Tupai Atoll, Tahiti, Black Rock (Tuoro) on
Rarotonga in the Cook Islands, Cape Reinga, New Zealand, and Nakaa's Beach
on Makin Island in Kiribati. The following people gave us the answer we
were looking for - all these places figure in local legends as gateways to
the underworld or the world of spirits: Adam Sebire, Andrea Rampone, Bert
Ungerer, Bjoern Thorsbakken, Claire Takacs, David Maude, DG Wood, Herbert
Bleyer, John Beston, Keith Bauerle, Mike Rubinstein, Paola Bava, Pete
Wenger, Phil Rich, Philipp Schott, Rosanne Tackaberry, Shelley Scott, Tara
Tuatai, Tom Toberty and Ulrich Kappler.
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2020.04.14 19:20 YeahFella [OC] Ever heard of Leon Smith? He’s the former high school first round pick you never heard of. And his story is both captivating and unfortunate.

When we think of high schoolers from the 1990s who had gone straight to the NBA the first names that usually come to mind are Kevin Garnett, Kobe Bryant, and Tracy McGrady. But have you heard of Leon Smith? Just like KG, Kobe, and McGrady, he was drafted in the first round straight out of high school, albeit with the 29th and final pick in the first round of the 1999 draft. His surprisingly little-known story is one of the more stranger and saddening stories I’ve come across while exploring the internet’s basketball rabbit holes. It’s a story that combines teenage egoism, an orphaned young man being handed instant fame and fortune, and mental health crises. To be honest, I was extremely surprised by the fact that barely anything is written about this guy on the internet. I don’t think I’ve ever personally come across a post or even a comment on this subreddit about Leon Smith. If you type “Leon Smith basketball” on Google the latest articles that pop up are from 2002. Weird. Even though his basketball career amounted to quite little, his story is one that’s worth discussing. I’m certain it would be a top sporting headline if it were to have happened 20 years later, especially with athletes being much more open about their own mental health struggles in recent years.
What my post will do here is summarize Leon’s time in the shadows of the NBA. But if you’re bored and have nothing to do amidst this quarantine thing, I strongly recommend you read the three articles I reference at the bottom of this in their chronological order. Again, Leon’s tale is truly fascinating and what I write won’t give justice to the details in these pieces that make his story what it is.
“The manchild staggers backward, nearly upending a stroller and its tow-headed contents before regaining his balance. Once again, Leon Smith has been tripped up by fate.” These are the first two sentences written about Leon Smith in a summer 1999 ESPN article by Stephen Rodrick. Leon, a big (6’10 + 7’6 wingspan) and skilled forward hailing from the projects of Chicago, was a local phenom and a top college basketball recruit in 1999. He was the 12th ranked high-schooler in the nation in the 1999 RSCI rankings, 2 spots higher than Jason Richardson and 4 spots lower than Carlos Boozer.
After a tumultuous 1998-99 school year which included him trying to transfer to California, having a missing person’s report filed on him, bad grades, ditching practices, and ultimately winning the city championship, he decided to forgo college altogether and declared for the ’99 draft. He was drafted by the Spurs with the 29th pick and immediately had his rights traded to the Mavericks. Allegedly, GM/coach Don Nelson was worried that the emerging super-team Lakers would draft him with the 30th pick. Interestingly enough, Nelson had never seen Leon play nor had he interviewed him. For Leon, an abandoned child who grew up in group homes with seven siblings, making it to the NBA was a big success. A boy who had used to pick through garbage with his brother for food had now secured $1.45 million of guaranteed NBA money.
To onlookers, Leon mostly came off as quiet and shy, but goofy once he felt comfortable. Perhaps he wasn’t too wise either judging by the fact he had his girlfriend’s name “Cappie” tattooed onto him. For those curious, Cappie was a women’s high school basketball star from Chicago just like Leon. Today you might know her as Cappie Pondexter: a 7x WNBA All-Star, WNBA Finals MVP, and one of the best point guards in women’s basketball history. Small world. Leon was also a gold mine for out-of-the-box and at times odd quotes. Here are some of my favourites from the aforementioned ESPN article:
On basketball:
“This is a game that started out being played by ladies. Then man decides they want to play, and they wreck this game. I didn’t create this game. I’m just it. I’m lost just like every other player involved in this whole system.”
On what he tells children when he visits them at group homes:
“I’m not gonna sit there and tell anybody not to sell drugs. Everybody is gonna choose their own path. I can’t judge them. If you’re going to be the best bank robber, rob the bank the best you can without hurting anybody. You got to make your own decisions whether for good or for bad.”
On the possibility of any regrets regarding going pro so early:
“Nobody knows why things happen, why you’re white and I’m black. It’s all unexplained phenomena. I can’t explain why my past is my past. I can’t look back, I have to look forward.”
Anyway, Leon’s early criticisms stemmed from his unusually poor work ethic and lack of basketball fundamentals. Eventually, his character also became a concern. In the summer of 1999, an incident occurred at Mavs rookie camp. As per the ESPN article:
“On July 6, the media had gathered at the Mavs practice facility to witness the unveiling of the team’s No. 1 pick. Things went well until the wind sprints. When a scrub finished too slowly, assistant coach Donnie Nelson, son of head coach Don Nelson, announced that the whole team would run again. Leon had other ideas. ‘You run it’, he shouted at Donnie. Nelson told Smith such insolence had just doubled his sprints. At that point, Leon stripped off his jersey and stalked alone to the locker room. The scene made for great video. Leon Smith’s introduction to the nation was as a crybaby. The next day, Smith semi-apologized, saying, ‘This is Leon every day. I’m not going to change.’”
This was the beginning point of a downward spiral. Up next was Leon firing 2 agents in his first NBA off-season and him being banished from being around the team as a result of his behaviour. He was asked not to attend the Mavs season opener in Chicago on November 2nd, 1999 but did so anyways against the wishes of the front office and coaches. Not even 6 months had passed since the draft and the Mavs wanted nothing to do with their first round pick. To Leon’s friends and family, it was the team that was in the wrong for their mishandling of the young protégé. From there things got exponentially worse.
On November 14th Leon attempted suicide by swallowing 250 aspirin tablets. When police officers arrived at the scene, he had war paint painted on his face and told them “I am an Indian fighting Columbus”. Luckily, he survived despite arriving at the hospital in critical condition. At some point between November 2nd and 14th, Cappie had broken up with him which evidently triggered a breakdown. After being released from the hospital Leon was arrested twice for threatening Cappie and damaging her family’s car in a fit of anger. Following this, he was admitted to a psychiatric ward where he was ordered to remain for a month. He was let go by the Mavericks in February 2000, and his time in the NBA looked like it was over before it even began.
Following his release from the psychiatric ward, Leon continued his professional basketball journey with the goal of playing in the NBA. Between 2000 and 2002 he bounced between teams in the now defunct IBL (International Basketball League) and D-League. In January 2002, he got a fresh opportunity with the injury-riddled, bottom-dwelling Atlanta Hawks. They signed Leon to a 10-day contract, which led to two more 10-day contracts, followed by a multi-year contract. He played a total of 14 games for the Hawks that season, averaging 7 minutes per game. Unfortunately, he was traded to the Bucks in August and waived in the pre-season. The next couple of seasons he again bounced between minor leagues with a stop in Puerto Rico. At the end of the 03-04 season the Seattle Supersonics took a gamble on the still young big-man, but he only suited up for one game for them. He was again waived in October the following season.
Following his release from the Sonics in 2004, Leon took what looks like a 3 year hiatus from basketball. Some sources say that he played in Mexico and Chile at some point, but it’s difficult to find out when and where. In 2007 he signed with a team in Argentina, and that was the last stop in his professional basketball career. Luckily for curious basketball fans like you and I, this brief stint in Argentina produced the only online video I could find of him playing basketball: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wc-AcO1igs0 . It’s quite clear that this guy is physically in a league of his own. Big, dominant, and not afraid to dunk the ball in your face. His finishing was pretty clearly NBA-level and he swallowed rebounds whole. He even had a couple of nice passes in that game. The Argentinian crowd absolutely loved him judging by their cheers and his post-game autograph handouts. You can really see why he was drafted straight out of high school and why the Hawks and Sonics gave him second and third chances following his Mavs spell.
Since 2007, Leon has essentially disappeared from the internet and has become a bit of a mystery. You would think that as a guy who was drafted in the first round out of high school he would be mentioned more often – even as a cautionary tale – but that doesn’t seem to be the case. You would also think, given what we know about mental illness in 2020, that his story would be more of a focal point when discussing the taboos of mental illness in the sporting world, but this also doesn’t seem to come up. After all, it was only 8 years ago that Royce White was drafted into the NBA and broke barriers as a vocal advocate for mental health accommodation after revealing his own struggles to a national audience. Since then, we’ve had stars in Kevin Love and DeMar DeRozan also open up about their respective problems.
Despite it being a decade and a half since the mainstream has heard from Leon Smith, I hope that he’s doing okay. To be honest, part of me is slightly worried that there’s a less-than-okay reason why we haven’t heard of him at all since the mid-2000s. With respect to his privacy, maybe it’s best not to get too deep into an investigation. What Leon does leave legacy-wise is an important story about the rigors of mental illness combined with new-found fortune and fame. He definitely wasn’t ready to be an NBA player, and the NBA wasn’t ready in 1999 to handle the mental health crisis of one of its players. Although to a certain extent Leon is responsible for his own misgivings, I can’t help but imagine what could have been if he hadn’t been born into a worst-case-scenario. When I think of this, I go back to a part in the ESPN article which discusses his childhood:
“By the age of 5, Leon Smith, with his younger brother, Jerry, had become adept at sliding under the gates of convenience stores around Chicago’s Rockwell Gardens projects. Not getting fed at home, the brothers lived on the candy they swiped. Eventually, they got caught. 'Wheres your mom?' the cop asked. 'Don't know', Leon mumbled. A funny thing happened at police headquarters. Leon didn’t want to leave. 'That police station was the cleanest place we’d ever been in our young lives', he recalls. 'I didn’t know a place could be that clean.'”
TLDR: Leon Smith was a high school 1st round pick in 1999, had severe personality issues as related to an extremely unfortunate upbringing, dated a future WNBA great, attempted suicide, was arrested twice and put in a psych ward, was released by the Mavs before playing a game, managed to have a couple of cups of coffee in the NBA but mostly toiled in minor and international leagues, and has been virtually forgotten about since the mid-2000s. His current status is a mystery.
Articles that I used and that you should read in chronological order:
https://www.espn.com/espn/magazine/archives/news/story?page=magazine-19990906-article30 (Summer 1999)
https://www.nytimes.com/2000/01/30/sports/pro-basketball-blinded-by-talent-leon-smith-struggles-to-return-to-the-nba.html (January 30, 2000)
https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-xpm-2000-12-17-0012170023-story.html (December 17, 2000)
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2020.04.12 08:54 rhonnie14 They’re Gonna Send You To Milledgeville

We hadn’t talked in a long time. Not since high school in Stanwyck, Georgia. But that was the beauty of the internet, right? To reconnect.
Reddit led me back to u/Traque90 and u/Anuacyl. Then Facebook solidified our friendship. To my relief, we still had the shared love for writing and horror. For exploring haunted locations. The chemistry was still there. We met in Atlanta a few times after that. And for the first time in over ten years, we went on a road trip.
Now here we were. All three of us crammed inside my silver Camry. Anuacyl right beside me, Traque in the backseat. We had our sights set on exploring the Tate House in Milledgeville, Georgia. A haunted house dating back to the nineteenth century. We also planned on visiting other nearby paranormal hotspots like Samford Hall and the Old Governor’s Mansion.
Beneath the smooth April sunlight, our journey was joyous. Aside from stopping at the occasional convenience store for booze and bathrooms, we partied hard along the way. The Killers and other 2000s rock a constant on the radio. With cups of beer and wine, there was no rush for Milledgeville… especially when we had each other’s company.
On my fourth beer, I looked over at Anuacyl. Her pale complexion and sly dimples. Her free spirit well on display with the long brown hair and Doctor Who tee. On the other hand, Traque was more reserved. Behind the big glasses, his bright eyes studied us with a writer’s gaze. Not that we were complaining… I have to admit, if I was single I’d have been quite smitten with these two.
Anuacyl faced my slender frame. My angular face. “Are you sure they’ll let us explore?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, the Tate House at least.” I flashed her a goofy smile. “Milledgeville likes their ghost tours.”
“I bet,” she replied with a laugh.
“Sounds like every small town,” Traque commented.
We turned to face his smirk. Traque’s dry humor always on point. He held up his cup of wine.
“I wouldn’t wanna find ghosts with anyone else!” Traque added.
“Same,” Anuacyl replied. “Have you seen any before, Rhonnie?”
“I haven’t but know people who have…” I said. I looked between the two. Enjoying their pretty spotlight. “Especially at night.”
Excited, Anuacyl grabbed my arm. “Can we sneak in tonight then?”
“Of course, we can,” Traque said with confident snarkiness.
I nodded. “He’s right. No one gives a damn.”
“It’s that easy, huh?” Anuacyl quipped.
The Milledgeville city limits sign greeted us.
I brushed my emo swoop to the side. “Yo, we made it!”
Leaning in closer, Traque revealed a pearly smile. “Where we going to first?”
I stared on at the highway. After the rear projection of endless forest, I was glad to finally see houses. Small stores and restaurants. “I don’t know. I was thinking we could get a flavor of the Tate House before sneaking in tonight.”
“I like the sound of that,” Traque replied.
We both looked over at Anuacyl. Our peer pressure so charming.
“Sure, let’s go!” she said.
But Milledgeville was different. Different than how I remembered. The stores looked unfamiliar. Abandoned if not for the fact customers were still at the full service gas station. At SweeTreats, a random ice cream shop. But the buildings were so old and desolate. Too hideous to be kitschy.
“Where’s the house?” Anuacyl asked.
Then I saw it on the horizon. Like a haunted castle on the hill: Milledgeville’s Central State Hospital. The brick buildings all spread out on the sprawling property. The hospital’s driveway so long and spiraling... leading all the way up to an even longer stone staircase. To the towering pillars. The entrance to what appeared to be the world’s largest mausoleum.
All three of us looked on at the eerie sight. Totally fucking creeped out.
I was more frightened than the others. Because I knew. I knew Central State was supposed to be further down the road. In the darkness on the edge of town. Not this soon… Where were the familiar parts of Milledgeville? The parts I always passed before reaching the asylum.
“Yo, what the fuck’s that!” Traque said, unusual excitement in his voice.
Battling the rising fear, I turned my gaze back toward the road. In desperate search of anything recognizable. Anything that could explain the disappearance of both the town and my memories. “It’s the old state hospital,” I said. I flashed a smile at my fascinated friends. “My dad told me back when he was a kid, they’d always say don’t do anything crazy or we’ll ship you to Milledgeville!”
“Oh shit!” Traque said.
Anuacyl turned and watched the hospital vanish in the background. “Wait, is it supposed to be haunted?
Keeping a firm grip on the wheel, I didn’t slow down. Too eager to leave this fucking place behind. “They say it is.”
Traque leaned in toward us. “It looks fucking haunted. We should go in.”
“Oh, I was gonna surprise y’all.”
A blue sign cheered me up. Its Crayola-style letters a beacon of hope amidst the anxiety: Downtown Milledgeville! Straight Ahead!
Now relaxed, I slowed down a bit. Of course, I knew the downtown. Milledgeville had a cute square, cute gazebo. An All-America Utopia. And we were so close.
“I just wanted to show y’all the Tate House and Old Governor’s Mansion first,” I continued. “They got some people patrolling the hospital, but it won’t be as guarded at night.”
“Gotcha,” Traque replied. “Both that and Tate at night. I’m down.”
“Save the best for last,” I said with a forced smile. I looked over at Anuacyl’s eager eyes. “I think Flannery O’Connor was inspired by the hospital.”
Traque cracked up. “I can only imagine. It looked scary as fuck.”
“It really is...”
Curious, Anuacyl turned her focus toward the highway. Toward the forest. The stray warehouses. Toward downtown’s arrival. “So is the Tate House downtown?”
“Yeah.” I leaned in closer. “It should be coming up…”
Then horror crashed my brief buzz. There was that oldass full service gas station again. SweeTreats. All those bizarre businesses. Buildings that were tombstones in this Georgia graveyard… No different than the same customers that were still there.
I shivered in the sunlight. “What the fuck…”
“Didn’t we just drive through here?” I heard Traque say.
“Yeah.... I don’t understand.” Struggling to keep my composure, I turned down The Killers. Tried to focus rather than panic. “I must’ve missed the turn.”
Next to me, Anuacyl entered an enthralled silence. She stared on ahead. A smile creeping across her face…
“Maybe it loops around or something,” Traque commented. Getting drunker and drunker, he slouched in the backseat. “All these weirdass Georgia roads…”
Now I saw what Anuacyl was admiring.
There on the left lurked Central State Hospital. They’d sent us off to Milledgeville, alright… And with my nerves hitting a wild fever pitch, I probably belonged there at this point.
“Shit…” I muttered. I wanted to zoom on by… but deep down, I knew there was no escape. Not now. I felt anxiety further grip my soul. Felt it make my foot ease up on the gas pedal… The Camry now slowed to a lethargic speed. An unseen force coercing me to Milledgeville’s most notorious resident.
Traque leaned in behind me. Both our restless gazes stayed on the old asylum. No cars were present. No security. No sign of life.
“You think we should go?” he asked.
I faced the highway’s battered pavement. “Naw, we should just go to the Tate House-”
With sudden ferocity, Anuacyl snatched my arm.
“No, please!” she said.
I turned and looked into her pleading eyes.
“It’s a sign, Rhonnie,” she said.
Grinning, Traque set his sights on the hospital. We were now closer to it. Closer to its many entrances. “She’s right.”
I felt Anuacyl’s grip tighten. A chain binding me to Central State.
“Let’s check it out,” Anuacyl said.
“Yeah, I don’t see anybody!” Traque said.
“Come on, Rhonnie,” Anuacyl exclaimed. She leaned in closer.
We were now only a few feet away from the drive leading to the hospital’s pecan orchard. The easiest way to sneak in... A spot I hadn’t explored in over a decade.
“Tell us the story,” Anuacyl said.
Like a tour guide, I gave in to the audience. I drove us down that side road. On to the asylum’s haunted hallowed ground.
Along the way, I broke down Central State’s lore. The SparkNotes version, sure. But that was scary enough... Enough to creep me out for the hundredth time.
Built in 1842, the hospital never changed. Just grew over time in size and legend. Central State had issues. Nothing nefarious. The torture wasn’t purposeful. There were just too many Goddamn patients. If reports were true, the staff-to-patient ratio swelled up to around one to one hundred.
With no resources and room, the hospital had no choice but to cut corners. Crazed children were kept in cages, strait-jackets became part of the patients’ unofficial uniforms. Various “techniques” were used not so much to help as subdue… Cheaper, practical, sadistic methods ranging from shock therapy to lobotomies. Before the hospital finally shut down, studies revealed licensed psychiatrists were no longer on site. There was no rehabilitation attempted, much less possible. Central State Hospital was a tomb for the troubled. Both within its brick walls and within its twenty-five thousand unmarked graves.
In the pecan orchard, I parked behind a cluster of trees. Regardless of the high grass and dying tree limbs, the orchard was a sanctuary compared to the rest of this dead zone.
I hesitated. Scanned the property. A back building stood right before us. One of its doors wide open. But not even the bright sun could resurrect the frightening sight. The centuries of torture and victims trapped inside.
“I don’t see anybody at least,” Anuacyl commented.
“You know, I just realized something,” I heard Traque say. He laid a hand on my shoulder. His grin grabbing Anuacyl and I’s attention. “This is like the center, you know. The center of everything.”
Anuacyl chuckled. “What do you mean?”
Unable to control his enthusiasm, Traque motioned toward the building. “This hospital’s located between all of us... Like in the middle of our triangle.”
“It is called Central State…” I quipped.
Traque grabbed Anuacyl’s arm. “You’re in Augusta, right?”
“Yeah…” Anuacyl replied.
Trauqe turned his excited eyes toward me. “And you’re in Columbus still right, Rhonnie?”
Thanks to Traque, I was feeling more and more uneasy. “Well, yeah...”
With a wild cackle, Traque pointed at himself. “And I’m in Atlanta! Just think about it, man! Where we all live now.” He pointed at the hospital’s brick corpse. “This hospital’s in the middle of our fucking triangle!”
Anuacyl smirked. “So what? You’re saying this is like destiny or something?”
“Hell, maybe! I don’t know!”
Amidst their laughter, I looked on at Central State. The open door. The many cracked windows. We were now in the middle of these one thousand acres. Far from the main highway. All alone in this country asylum... And about to check in.
Everyone grabbed their booze and stepped out into the sunshine. Anuacyl and Traque had me play lookout. Not that I was complaining. I lingered behind in the orchard. Watched my two friends make their way to the ominous entrance. From here, I could tell Central State was a dark dungeon. Even beyond the grave.
“Y’all sure you don’t want me to come with you?” I hollered.
“No!” replied Anuacyl.
Holding his cell phone, Traque faced me. “You’ve already been.” He waved around the property. “Just lookout for cops! Call us if you see anyone!”
Smiling, I flashed them a thumbs up. “Will do!”
I stood there in the perfect weather. Took another sip. The beer did little for my nerves... not at this point. Once Anuacyl and Traque disappeared inside, there was silence all around me. No breeze, no sounds. Just a deathly silence reserved for graveyards. Of course, I wasn’t too far from one. This unofficial cemetery anyway.
In the orchard, I looked on at the scene. The rows and rows of trees on life support. None of them able to produce prosperous pecans.
I paced through the tall grass. Saw the surrounding wilderness. The forest a barricade between the hospital and safety. I then stopped and confronted Central State. That door was still open. Still a gateway to a disturbing past. I started to reach for my phone...
Until I saw him.
A short, skinny man emerged from the darkness. Right from the hospital. A white lab coat was draped across his nice clothes. A surgical mask disguised his face.
Sunlight shined off the man’s bald head. His huge goggles. And off the ice pick he held in one hand. The slender hammer in the other. Perfect tools for a good old-fashioned lobotomy.
I stared on in horror. Certain the man had a wicked smile behind that mask.
As the doctor got closer, I raised my iPhone. Ready to call my friends.
A sharp shot of pain made me cry out. The next one made me stagger back.
Those headaches got worse... Quick bursts in my mind. Each of them so sharp and scathing. This was a fucking braingraine.
Memories sliced into me. Me as a teen back in Stanwyck. Anuacyl and Traque watching Scream with me in Anuacyl’s living room. The boxed wine a flourish for our friendship.
Through the haze, I saw the doctor now enter the orchard. He raised the ice pick. His precise glare focused on me. His steps methodical and efficient.
More pain hit me. Grabbing my temple, I fell back against a tree. Too tormented to scream. Now I saw my left hand shaking beyond belief. Beyond my control. This Southpaw a slave to chilling sensations. To these shocks.
Call it a premonition… or even a flashback. But an image played before me like a frightening horror movie. I saw myself in a dark hospital room. A room without a window. No lighting. And surrounded by screams… How I ended up there, I don’t know. Much less how I recognized the Central State Hospital’s operating room. I was strapped to a table, paralyzed and still except for a left hand that kept shivering in fear. Helpless to a mad doctor’s touch… The same one from the orchard.
The ice pick came hurtling at me.
Crying out, I grabbed my eye. Too late to stop the sharp tip… The sadistic “treatment.”
A tight grip grabbed my arm.
“Let’s fucking go!” I heard Traque yell.
Startled, I looked on at him and Anuacyl. The sun was now fading, but I still saw their terror. The dread shared between us. .
“What happened!” I shouted. My mind racing but no longer in pain. My left hand no longer trembling. The mad doctor no longer here. “Where’d he go!”
Still clutching my arm, Traque pulled me toward the Camry. “Let’s go!”
“They’re coming!” Anuacyl said.
Struggling to catch up with their panicking steps, I let them lead the way. “Who?”
Then I glanced back. Just in time to see the doctor emerge from the doorway. His hammer and icepick at the ready.
“Open the doors!” Anuacyl screamed.
I just let Traque keep dragging me away. Too fucking terrified to move on my own.
Beneath the dying sun, I saw the skinny man march toward us. A female doctor right behind him. Several nurses followed them out. All of them holding scalpels and syringes. All of them disguised by surgical masks. Their piercing glares glued to us.
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2020.04.12 07:07 rhonnie14 They’re Gonna Send You To Milledgeville

We hadn’t talked in a long time. Not since high school in Stanwyck, Georgia. But that was the beauty of the internet, right? To reconnect.
Reddit led me back to u/Traque90 and u/Anuacyl. Then Facebook solidified our friendship. To my relief, we still had the shared love for writing and horror. For exploring haunted locations. The chemistry was still there. We met in Atlanta a few times after that. And for the first time in over ten years, we went on a road trip.
Now here we were. All three of us crammed inside my silver Camry. Anuacyl right beside me, Traque in the backseat. We had our sights set on exploring the Tate House in Milledgeville, Georgia. A haunted house dating back to the nineteenth century. We also planned on visiting other nearby paranormal hotspots like Samford Hall and the Old Governor’s Mansion.
Beneath the smooth April sunlight, our journey was joyous. Aside from stopping at the occasional convenience store for booze and bathrooms, we partied hard along the way. The Killers and other 2000s rock a constant on the radio. With cups of beer and wine, there was no rush for Milledgeville… especially when we had each other’s company.
On my fourth beer, I looked over at Anuacyl. Her pale complexion and sly dimples. Her free spirit well on display with the long brown hair and Doctor Who tee. On the other hand, Traque was more reserved. Behind the big glasses, his bright eyes studied us with a writer’s gaze. Not that we were complaining… I have to admit, if I was single I’d have been quite smitten with these two.
Anuacyl faced my slender frame. My angular face. “Are you sure they’ll let us explore?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, the Tate House at least.” I flashed her a goofy smile. “Milledgeville likes their ghost tours.”
“I bet,” she replied with a laugh.
“Sounds like every small town,” Traque commented.
We turned to face his smirk. Traque’s dry humor always on point. He held up his cup of wine.
“I wouldn’t wanna find ghosts with anyone else!” Traque added.
“Same,” Anuacyl replied. “Have you seen any before, Rhonnie?”
“I haven’t but know people who have…” I said. I looked between the two. Enjoying their pretty spotlight. “Especially at night.”
Excited, Anuacyl grabbed my arm. “Can we sneak in tonight then?”
“Of course, we can,” Traque said with confident snarkiness.
I nodded. “He’s right. No one gives a damn.”
“It’s that easy, huh?” Anuacyl quipped.
The Milledgeville city limits sign greeted us.
I brushed my emo swoop to the side. “Yo, we made it!”
Leaning in closer, Traque revealed a pearly smile. “Where we going to first?”
I stared on at the highway. After the rear projection of endless forest, I was glad to finally see houses. Small stores and restaurants. “I don’t know. I was thinking we could get a flavor of the Tate House before sneaking in tonight.”
“I like the sound of that,” Traque replied.
We both looked over at Anuacyl. Our peer pressure so charming.
“Sure, let’s go!” she said.
But Milledgeville was different. Different than how I remembered. The stores looked unfamiliar. Abandoned if not for the fact customers were still at the full service gas station. At SweeTreats, a random ice cream shop. But the buildings were so old and desolate. Too hideous to be kitschy.
“Where’s the house?” Anuacyl asked.
Then I saw it on the horizon. Like a haunted castle on the hill: Milledgeville’s Central State Hospital. The brick buildings all spread out on the sprawling property. The hospital’s driveway so long and spiraling... leading all the way up to an even longer stone staircase. To the towering pillars. The entrance to what appeared to be the world’s largest mausoleum.
All three of us looked on at the eerie sight. Totally fucking creeped out.
I was more frightened than the others. Because I knew. I knew Central State was supposed to be further down the road. In the darkness on the edge of town. Not this soon… Where were the familiar parts of Milledgeville? The parts I always passed before reaching the asylum.
“Yo, what the fuck’s that!” Traque said, unusual excitement in his voice.
Battling the rising fear, I turned my gaze back toward the road. In desperate search of anything recognizable. Anything that could explain the disappearance of both the town and my memories. “It’s the old state hospital,” I said. I flashed a smile at my fascinated friends. “My dad told me back when he was a kid, they’d always say don’t do anything crazy or we’ll ship you to Milledgeville!”
“Oh shit!” Traque said.
Anuacyl turned and watched the hospital vanish in the background. “Wait, is it supposed to be haunted?
Keeping a firm grip on the wheel, I didn’t slow down. Too eager to leave this fucking place behind. “They say it is.”
Traque leaned in toward us. “It looks fucking haunted. We should go in.”
“Oh, I was gonna surprise y’all.”
A blue sign cheered me up. Its Crayola-style letters a beacon of hope amidst the anxiety: Downtown Milledgeville! Straight Ahead!
Now relaxed, I slowed down a bit. Of course, I knew the downtown. Milledgeville had a cute square, cute gazebo. An All-America Utopia. And we were so close.
“I just wanted to show y’all the Tate House and Old Governor’s Mansion first,” I continued. “They got some people patrolling the hospital, but it won’t be as guarded at night.”
“Gotcha,” Traque replied. “Both that and Tate at night. I’m down.”
“Save the best for last,” I said with a forced smile. I looked over at Anuacyl’s eager eyes. “I think Flannery O’Connor was inspired by the hospital.”
Traque cracked up. “I can only imagine. It looked scary as fuck.”
“It really is...”
Curious, Anuacyl turned her focus toward the highway. Toward the forest. The stray warehouses. Toward downtown’s arrival. “So is the Tate House downtown?”
“Yeah.” I leaned in closer. “It should be coming up…”
Then horror crashed my brief buzz. There was that oldass full service gas station again. SweeTreats. All those bizarre businesses. Buildings that were tombstones in this Georgia graveyard… No different than the same customers that were still there.
I shivered in the sunlight. “What the fuck…”
“Didn’t we just drive through here?” I heard Traque say.
“Yeah.... I don’t understand.” Struggling to keep my composure, I turned down The Killers. Tried to focus rather than panic. “I must’ve missed the turn.”
Next to me, Anuacyl entered an enthralled silence. She stared on ahead. A smile creeping across her face…
“Maybe it loops around or something,” Traque commented. Getting drunker and drunker, he slouched in the backseat. “All these weirdass Georgia roads…”
Now I saw what Anuacyl was admiring.
There on the left lurked Central State Hospital. They’d sent us off to Milledgeville, alright… And with my nerves hitting a wild fever pitch, I probably belonged there at this point.
“Shit…” I muttered. I wanted to zoom on by… but deep down, I knew there was no escape. Not now. I felt anxiety further grip my soul. Felt it make my foot ease up on the gas pedal… The Camry now slowed to a lethargic speed. An unseen force coercing me to Milledgeville’s most notorious resident.
Traque leaned in behind me. Both our restless gazes stayed on the old asylum. No cars were present. No security. No sign of life.
“You think we should go?” he asked.
I faced the highway’s battered pavement. “Naw, we should just go to the Tate House-”
With sudden ferocity, Anuacyl snatched my arm.
“No, please!” she said.
I turned and looked into her pleading eyes.
“It’s a sign, Rhonnie,” she said.
Grinning, Traque set his sights on the hospital. We were now closer to it. Closer to its many entrances. “She’s right.”
I felt Anuacyl’s grip tighten. A chain binding me to Central State.
“Let’s check it out,” Anuacyl said.
“Yeah, I don’t see anybody!” Traque said.
“Come on, Rhonnie,” Anuacyl exclaimed. She leaned in closer.
We were now only a few feet away from the drive leading to the hospital’s pecan orchard. The easiest way to sneak in... A spot I hadn’t explored in over a decade.
“Tell us the story,” Anuacyl said.
Like a tour guide, I gave in to the audience. I drove us down that side road. On to the asylum’s haunted hallowed ground.
Along the way, I broke down Central State’s lore. The SparkNotes version, sure. But that was scary enough... Enough to creep me out for the hundredth time.
Built in 1842, the hospital never changed. Just grew over time in size and legend. Central State had issues. Nothing nefarious. The torture wasn’t purposeful. There were just too many Goddamn patients. If reports were true, the staff-to-patient ratio swelled up to around one to one hundred.
With no resources and room, the hospital had no choice but to cut corners. Crazed children were kept in cages, strait-jackets became part of the patients’ unofficial uniforms. Various “techniques” were used not so much to help as subdue… Cheaper, practical, sadistic methods ranging from shock therapy to lobotomies. Before the hospital finally shut down, studies revealed licensed psychiatrists were no longer on site. There was no rehabilitation attempted, much less possible. Central State Hospital was a tomb for the troubled. Both within its brick walls and within its twenty-five thousand unmarked graves.
In the pecan orchard, I parked behind a cluster of trees. Regardless of the high grass and dying tree limbs, the orchard was a sanctuary compared to the rest of this dead zone.
I hesitated. Scanned the property. A back building stood right before us. One of its doors wide open. But not even the bright sun could resurrect the frightening sight. The centuries of torture and victims trapped inside.
“I don’t see anybody at least,” Anuacyl commented.
“You know, I just realized something,” I heard Traque say. He laid a hand on my shoulder. His grin grabbing Anuacyl and I’s attention. “This is like the center, you know. The center of everything.”
Anuacyl chuckled. “What do you mean?”
Unable to control his enthusiasm, Traque motioned toward the building. “This hospital’s located between all of us... Like in the middle of our triangle.”
“It is called Central State…” I quipped.
Traque grabbed Anuacyl’s arm. “You’re in Augusta, right?”
“Yeah…” Anuacyl replied.
Trauqe turned his excited eyes toward me. “And you’re in Columbus still right, Rhonnie?”
Thanks to Traque, I was feeling more and more uneasy. “Well, yeah...”
With a wild cackle, Traque pointed at himself. “And I’m in Atlanta! Just think about it, man! Where we all live now.” He pointed at the hospital’s brick corpse. “This hospital’s in the middle of our fucking triangle!”
Anuacyl smirked. “So what? You’re saying this is like destiny or something?”
“Hell, maybe! I don’t know!”
Amidst their laughter, I looked on at Central State. The open door. The many cracked windows. We were now in the middle of these one thousand acres. Far from the main highway. All alone in this country asylum... And about to check in.
Everyone grabbed their booze and stepped out into the sunshine. Anuacyl and Traque had me play lookout. Not that I was complaining. I lingered behind in the orchard. Watched my two friends make their way to the ominous entrance. From here, I could tell Central State was a dark dungeon. Even beyond the grave.
“Y’all sure you don’t want me to come with you?” I hollered.
“No!” replied Anuacyl.
Holding his cell phone, Traque faced me. “You’ve already been.” He waved around the property. “Just lookout for cops! Call us if you see anyone!”
Smiling, I flashed them a thumbs up. “Will do!”
I stood there in the perfect weather. Took another sip. The beer did little for my nerves... not at this point. Once Anuacyl and Traque disappeared inside, there was silence all around me. No breeze, no sounds. Just a deathly silence reserved for graveyards. Of course, I wasn’t too far from one. This unofficial cemetery anyway.
In the orchard, I looked on at the scene. The rows and rows of trees on life support. None of them able to produce prosperous pecans.
I paced through the tall grass. Saw the surrounding wilderness. The forest a barricade between the hospital and safety. I then stopped and confronted Central State. That door was still open. Still a gateway to a disturbing past. I started to reach for my phone...
Until I saw him.
A short, skinny man emerged from the darkness. Right from the hospital. A white lab coat was draped across his nice clothes. A surgical mask disguised his face.
Sunlight shined off the man’s bald head. His huge goggles. And off the ice pick he held in one hand. The slender hammer in the other. Perfect tools for a good old-fashioned lobotomy.
I stared on in horror. Certain the man had a wicked smile behind that mask.
As the doctor got closer, I raised my iPhone. Ready to call my friends.
A sharp shot of pain made me cry out. The next one made me stagger back.
Those headaches got worse... Quick bursts in my mind. Each of them so sharp and scathing. This was a fucking braingraine.
Memories sliced into me. Me as a teen back in Stanwyck. Anuacyl and Traque watching Scream with me in Anuacyl’s living room. The boxed wine a flourish for our friendship.
Through the haze, I saw the doctor now enter the orchard. He raised the ice pick. His precise glare focused on me. His steps methodical and efficient.
More pain hit me. Grabbing my temple, I fell back against a tree. Too tormented to scream. Now I saw my left hand shaking beyond belief. Beyond my control. This Southpaw a slave to chilling sensations. To these shocks.
Call it a premonition… or even a flashback. But an image played before me like a frightening horror movie. I saw myself in a dark hospital room. A room without a window. No lighting. And surrounded by screams… How I ended up there, I don’t know. Much less how I recognized the Central State Hospital’s operating room. I was strapped to a table, paralyzed and still except for a left hand that kept shivering in fear. Helpless to a mad doctor’s touch… The same one from the orchard.
The ice pick came hurtling at me.
Crying out, I grabbed my eye. Too late to stop the sharp tip… The sadistic “treatment.”
A tight grip grabbed my arm.
“Let’s fucking go!” I heard Traque yell.
Startled, I looked on at him and Anuacyl. The sun was now fading, but I still saw their terror. The dread shared between us. .
“What happened!” I shouted. My mind racing but no longer in pain. My left hand no longer trembling. The mad doctor no longer here. “Where’d he go!”
Still clutching my arm, Traque pulled me toward the Camry. “Let’s go!”
“They’re coming!” Anuacyl said.
Struggling to catch up with their panicking steps, I let them lead the way. “Who?”
Then I glanced back. Just in time to see the doctor emerge from the doorway. His hammer and icepick at the ready.
“Open the doors!” Anuacyl screamed.
I just let Traque keep dragging me away. Too fucking terrified to move on my own.
Beneath the dying sun, I saw the skinny man march toward us. A female doctor right behind him. Several nurses followed them out. All of them holding scalpels and syringes. All of them disguised by surgical masks. Their piercing glares glued to us.
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2020.04.12 07:06 rhonnie14 They’re Gonna Send You To Milledgeville

We hadn’t talked in a long time. Not since high school in Stanwyck, Georgia. But that was the beauty of the internet, right? To reconnect.
Reddit led me back to u/Traque90 and u/Anuacyl. Then Facebook solidified our friendship. To my relief, we still had the shared love for writing and horror. For exploring haunted locations. The chemistry was still there. We met in Atlanta a few times after that. And for the first time in over ten years, we went on a road trip.
Now here we were. All three of us crammed inside my silver Camry. Anuacyl right beside me, Traque in the backseat. We had our sights set on exploring the Tate House in Milledgeville, Georgia. A haunted house dating back to the nineteenth century. We also planned on visiting other nearby paranormal hotspots like Samford Hall and the Old Governor’s Mansion.
Beneath the smooth April sunlight, our journey was joyous. Aside from stopping at the occasional convenience store for booze and bathrooms, we partied hard along the way. The Killers and other 2000s rock a constant on the radio. With cups of beer and wine, there was no rush for Milledgeville… especially when we had each other’s company.
On my fourth beer, I looked over at Anuacyl. Her pale complexion and sly dimples. Her free spirit well on display with the long brown hair and Doctor Who tee. On the other hand, Traque was more reserved. Behind the big glasses, his bright eyes studied us with a writer’s gaze. Not that we were complaining… I have to admit, if I was single I’d have been quite smitten with these two.
Anuacyl faced my slender frame. My angular face. “Are you sure they’ll let us explore?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, the Tate House at least.” I flashed her a goofy smile. “Milledgeville likes their ghost tours.”
“I bet,” she replied with a laugh.
“Sounds like every small town,” Traque commented.
We turned to face his smirk. Traque’s dry humor always on point. He held up his cup of wine.
“I wouldn’t wanna find ghosts with anyone else!” Traque added.
“Same,” Anuacyl replied. “Have you seen any before, Rhonnie?”
“I haven’t but know people who have…” I said. I looked between the two. Enjoying their pretty spotlight. “Especially at night.”
Excited, Anuacyl grabbed my arm. “Can we sneak in tonight then?”
“Of course, we can,” Traque said with confident snarkiness.
I nodded. “He’s right. No one gives a damn.”
“It’s that easy, huh?” Anuacyl quipped.
The Milledgeville city limits sign greeted us.
I brushed my emo swoop to the side. “Yo, we made it!”
Leaning in closer, Traque revealed a pearly smile. “Where we going to first?”
I stared on at the highway. After the rear projection of endless forest, I was glad to finally see houses. Small stores and restaurants. “I don’t know. I was thinking we could get a flavor of the Tate House before sneaking in tonight.”
“I like the sound of that,” Traque replied.
We both looked over at Anuacyl. Our peer pressure so charming.
“Sure, let’s go!” she said.
But Milledgeville was different. Different than how I remembered. The stores looked unfamiliar. Abandoned if not for the fact customers were still at the full service gas station. At SweeTreats, a random ice cream shop. But the buildings were so old and desolate. Too hideous to be kitschy.
“Where’s the house?” Anuacyl asked.
Then I saw it on the horizon. Like a haunted castle on the hill: Milledgeville’s Central State Hospital. The brick buildings all spread out on the sprawling property. The hospital’s driveway so long and spiraling... leading all the way up to an even longer stone staircase. To the towering pillars. The entrance to what appeared to be the world’s largest mausoleum.
All three of us looked on at the eerie sight. Totally fucking creeped out.
I was more frightened than the others. Because I knew. I knew Central State was supposed to be further down the road. In the darkness on the edge of town. Not this soon… Where were the familiar parts of Milledgeville? The parts I always passed before reaching the asylum.
“Yo, what the fuck’s that!” Traque said, unusual excitement in his voice.
Battling the rising fear, I turned my gaze back toward the road. In desperate search of anything recognizable. Anything that could explain the disappearance of both the town and my memories. “It’s the old state hospital,” I said. I flashed a smile at my fascinated friends. “My dad told me back when he was a kid, they’d always say don’t do anything crazy or we’ll ship you to Milledgeville!”
“Oh shit!” Traque said.
Anuacyl turned and watched the hospital vanish in the background. “Wait, is it supposed to be haunted?
Keeping a firm grip on the wheel, I didn’t slow down. Too eager to leave this fucking place behind. “They say it is.”
Traque leaned in toward us. “It looks fucking haunted. We should go in.”
“Oh, I was gonna surprise y’all.”
A blue sign cheered me up. Its Crayola-style letters a beacon of hope amidst the anxiety: Downtown Milledgeville! Straight Ahead!
Now relaxed, I slowed down a bit. Of course, I knew the downtown. Milledgeville had a cute square, cute gazebo. An All-America Utopia. And we were so close.
“I just wanted to show y’all the Tate House and Old Governor’s Mansion first,” I continued. “They got some people patrolling the hospital, but it won’t be as guarded at night.”
“Gotcha,” Traque replied. “Both that and Tate at night. I’m down.”
“Save the best for last,” I said with a forced smile. I looked over at Anuacyl’s eager eyes. “I think Flannery O’Connor was inspired by the hospital.”
Traque cracked up. “I can only imagine. It looked scary as fuck.”
“It really is...”
Curious, Anuacyl turned her focus toward the highway. Toward the forest. The stray warehouses. Toward downtown’s arrival. “So is the Tate House downtown?”
“Yeah.” I leaned in closer. “It should be coming up…”
Then horror crashed my brief buzz. There was that oldass full service gas station again. SweeTreats. All those bizarre businesses. Buildings that were tombstones in this Georgia graveyard… No different than the same customers that were still there.
I shivered in the sunlight. “What the fuck…”
“Didn’t we just drive through here?” I heard Traque say.
“Yeah.... I don’t understand.” Struggling to keep my composure, I turned down The Killers. Tried to focus rather than panic. “I must’ve missed the turn.”
Next to me, Anuacyl entered an enthralled silence. She stared on ahead. A smile creeping across her face…
“Maybe it loops around or something,” Traque commented. Getting drunker and drunker, he slouched in the backseat. “All these weirdass Georgia roads…”
Now I saw what Anuacyl was admiring.
There on the left lurked Central State Hospital. They’d sent us off to Milledgeville, alright… And with my nerves hitting a wild fever pitch, I probably belonged there at this point.
“Shit…” I muttered. I wanted to zoom on by… but deep down, I knew there was no escape. Not now. I felt anxiety further grip my soul. Felt it make my foot ease up on the gas pedal… The Camry now slowed to a lethargic speed. An unseen force coercing me to Milledgeville’s most notorious resident.
Traque leaned in behind me. Both our restless gazes stayed on the old asylum. No cars were present. No security. No sign of life.
“You think we should go?” he asked.
I faced the highway’s battered pavement. “Naw, we should just go to the Tate House-”
With sudden ferocity, Anuacyl snatched my arm.
“No, please!” she said.
I turned and looked into her pleading eyes.
“It’s a sign, Rhonnie,” she said.
Grinning, Traque set his sights on the hospital. We were now closer to it. Closer to its many entrances. “She’s right.”
I felt Anuacyl’s grip tighten. A chain binding me to Central State.
“Let’s check it out,” Anuacyl said.
“Yeah, I don’t see anybody!” Traque said.
“Come on, Rhonnie,” Anuacyl exclaimed. She leaned in closer.
We were now only a few feet away from the drive leading to the hospital’s pecan orchard. The easiest way to sneak in... A spot I hadn’t explored in over a decade.
“Tell us the story,” Anuacyl said.
Like a tour guide, I gave in to the audience. I drove us down that side road. On to the asylum’s haunted hallowed ground.
Along the way, I broke down Central State’s lore. The SparkNotes version, sure. But that was scary enough... Enough to creep me out for the hundredth time.
Built in 1842, the hospital never changed. Just grew over time in size and legend. Central State had issues. Nothing nefarious. The torture wasn’t purposeful. There were just too many Goddamn patients. If reports were true, the staff-to-patient ratio swelled up to around one to one hundred.
With no resources and room, the hospital had no choice but to cut corners. Crazed children were kept in cages, strait-jackets became part of the patients’ unofficial uniforms. Various “techniques” were used not so much to help as subdue… Cheaper, practical, sadistic methods ranging from shock therapy to lobotomies. Before the hospital finally shut down, studies revealed licensed psychiatrists were no longer on site. There was no rehabilitation attempted, much less possible. Central State Hospital was a tomb for the troubled. Both within its brick walls and within its twenty-five thousand unmarked graves.
In the pecan orchard, I parked behind a cluster of trees. Regardless of the high grass and dying tree limbs, the orchard was a sanctuary compared to the rest of this dead zone.
I hesitated. Scanned the property. A back building stood right before us. One of its doors wide open. But not even the bright sun could resurrect the frightening sight. The centuries of torture and victims trapped inside.
“I don’t see anybody at least,” Anuacyl commented.
“You know, I just realized something,” I heard Traque say. He laid a hand on my shoulder. His grin grabbing Anuacyl and I’s attention. “This is like the center, you know. The center of everything.”
Anuacyl chuckled. “What do you mean?”
Unable to control his enthusiasm, Traque motioned toward the building. “This hospital’s located between all of us... Like in the middle of our triangle.”
“It is called Central State…” I quipped.
Traque grabbed Anuacyl’s arm. “You’re in Augusta, right?”
“Yeah…” Anuacyl replied.
Trauqe turned his excited eyes toward me. “And you’re in Columbus still right, Rhonnie?”
Thanks to Traque, I was feeling more and more uneasy. “Well, yeah...”
With a wild cackle, Traque pointed at himself. “And I’m in Atlanta! Just think about it, man! Where we all live now.” He pointed at the hospital’s brick corpse. “This hospital’s in the middle of our fucking triangle!”
Anuacyl smirked. “So what? You’re saying this is like destiny or something?”
“Hell, maybe! I don’t know!”
Amidst their laughter, I looked on at Central State. The open door. The many cracked windows. We were now in the middle of these one thousand acres. Far from the main highway. All alone in this country asylum... And about to check in.
Everyone grabbed their booze and stepped out into the sunshine. Anuacyl and Traque had me play lookout. Not that I was complaining. I lingered behind in the orchard. Watched my two friends make their way to the ominous entrance. From here, I could tell Central State was a dark dungeon. Even beyond the grave.
“Y’all sure you don’t want me to come with you?” I hollered.
“No!” replied Anuacyl.
Holding his cell phone, Traque faced me. “You’ve already been.” He waved around the property. “Just lookout for cops! Call us if you see anyone!”
Smiling, I flashed them a thumbs up. “Will do!”
I stood there in the perfect weather. Took another sip. The beer did little for my nerves... not at this point. Once Anuacyl and Traque disappeared inside, there was silence all around me. No breeze, no sounds. Just a deathly silence reserved for graveyards. Of course, I wasn’t too far from one. This unofficial cemetery anyway.
In the orchard, I looked on at the scene. The rows and rows of trees on life support. None of them able to produce prosperous pecans.
I paced through the tall grass. Saw the surrounding wilderness. The forest a barricade between the hospital and safety. I then stopped and confronted Central State. That door was still open. Still a gateway to a disturbing past. I started to reach for my phone...
Until I saw him.
A short, skinny man emerged from the darkness. Right from the hospital. A white lab coat was draped across his nice clothes. A surgical mask disguised his face.
Sunlight shined off the man’s bald head. His huge goggles. And off the ice pick he held in one hand. The slender hammer in the other. Perfect tools for a good old-fashioned lobotomy.
I stared on in horror. Certain the man had a wicked smile behind that mask.
As the doctor got closer, I raised my iPhone. Ready to call my friends.
A sharp shot of pain made me cry out. The next one made me stagger back.
Those headaches got worse... Quick bursts in my mind. Each of them so sharp and scathing. This was a fucking braingraine.
Memories sliced into me. Me as a teen back in Stanwyck. Anuacyl and Traque watching Scream with me in Anuacyl’s living room. The boxed wine a flourish for our friendship.
Through the haze, I saw the doctor now enter the orchard. He raised the ice pick. His precise glare focused on me. His steps methodical and efficient.
More pain hit me. Grabbing my temple, I fell back against a tree. Too tormented to scream. Now I saw my left hand shaking beyond belief. Beyond my control. This Southpaw a slave to chilling sensations. To these shocks.
Call it a premonition… or even a flashback. But an image played before me like a frightening horror movie. I saw myself in a dark hospital room. A room without a window. No lighting. And surrounded by screams… How I ended up there, I don’t know. Much less how I recognized the Central State Hospital’s operating room. I was strapped to a table, paralyzed and still except for a left hand that kept shivering in fear. Helpless to a mad doctor’s touch… The same one from the orchard.
The ice pick came hurtling at me.
Crying out, I grabbed my eye. Too late to stop the sharp tip… The sadistic “treatment.”
A tight grip grabbed my arm.
“Let’s fucking go!” I heard Traque yell.
Startled, I looked on at him and Anuacyl. The sun was now fading, but I still saw their terror. The dread shared between us. .
“What happened!” I shouted. My mind racing but no longer in pain. My left hand no longer trembling. The mad doctor no longer here. “Where’d he go!”
Still clutching my arm, Traque pulled me toward the Camry. “Let’s go!”
“They’re coming!” Anuacyl said.
Struggling to catch up with their panicking steps, I let them lead the way. “Who?”
Then I glanced back. Just in time to see the doctor emerge from the doorway. His hammer and icepick at the ready.
“Open the doors!” Anuacyl screamed.
I just let Traque keep dragging me away. Too fucking terrified to move on my own.
Beneath the dying sun, I saw the skinny man march toward us. A female doctor right behind him. Several nurses followed them out. All of them holding scalpels and syringes. All of them disguised by surgical masks. Their piercing glares glued to us.
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2020.04.12 07:06 rhonnie14 They’re Gonna Send You To Milledgeville

We hadn’t talked in a long time. Not since high school in Stanwyck, Georgia. But that was the beauty of the internet, right? To reconnect.
Reddit led me back to u/Traque90 and u/Anuacyl. Then Facebook solidified our friendship. To my relief, we still had the shared love for writing and horror. For exploring haunted locations. The chemistry was still there. We met in Atlanta a few times after that. And for the first time in over ten years, we went on a road trip.
Now here we were. All three of us crammed inside my silver Camry. Anuacyl right beside me, Traque in the backseat. We had our sights set on exploring the Tate House in Milledgeville, Georgia. A haunted house dating back to the nineteenth century. We also planned on visiting other nearby paranormal hotspots like Samford Hall and the Old Governor’s Mansion.
Beneath the smooth April sunlight, our journey was joyous. Aside from stopping at the occasional convenience store for booze and bathrooms, we partied hard along the way. The Killers and other 2000s rock a constant on the radio. With cups of beer and wine, there was no rush for Milledgeville… especially when we had each other’s company.
On my fourth beer, I looked over at Anuacyl. Her pale complexion and sly dimples. Her free spirit well on display with the long brown hair and Doctor Who tee. On the other hand, Traque was more reserved. Behind the big glasses, his bright eyes studied us with a writer’s gaze. Not that we were complaining… I have to admit, if I was single I’d have been quite smitten with these two.
Anuacyl faced my slender frame. My angular face. “Are you sure they’ll let us explore?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, the Tate House at least.” I flashed her a goofy smile. “Milledgeville likes their ghost tours.”
“I bet,” she replied with a laugh.
“Sounds like every small town,” Traque commented.
We turned to face his smirk. Traque’s dry humor always on point. He held up his cup of wine.
“I wouldn’t wanna find ghosts with anyone else!” Traque added.
“Same,” Anuacyl replied. “Have you seen any before, Rhonnie?”
“I haven’t but know people who have…” I said. I looked between the two. Enjoying their pretty spotlight. “Especially at night.”
Excited, Anuacyl grabbed my arm. “Can we sneak in tonight then?”
“Of course, we can,” Traque said with confident snarkiness.
I nodded. “He’s right. No one gives a damn.”
“It’s that easy, huh?” Anuacyl quipped.
The Milledgeville city limits sign greeted us.
I brushed my emo swoop to the side. “Yo, we made it!”
Leaning in closer, Traque revealed a pearly smile. “Where we going to first?”
I stared on at the highway. After the rear projection of endless forest, I was glad to finally see houses. Small stores and restaurants. “I don’t know. I was thinking we could get a flavor of the Tate House before sneaking in tonight.”
“I like the sound of that,” Traque replied.
We both looked over at Anuacyl. Our peer pressure so charming.
“Sure, let’s go!” she said.
But Milledgeville was different. Different than how I remembered. The stores looked unfamiliar. Abandoned if not for the fact customers were still at the full service gas station. At SweeTreats, a random ice cream shop. But the buildings were so old and desolate. Too hideous to be kitschy.
“Where’s the house?” Anuacyl asked.
Then I saw it on the horizon. Like a haunted castle on the hill: Milledgeville’s Central State Hospital. The brick buildings all spread out on the sprawling property. The hospital’s driveway so long and spiraling... leading all the way up to an even longer stone staircase. To the towering pillars. The entrance to what appeared to be the world’s largest mausoleum.
All three of us looked on at the eerie sight. Totally fucking creeped out.
I was more frightened than the others. Because I knew. I knew Central State was supposed to be further down the road. In the darkness on the edge of town. Not this soon… Where were the familiar parts of Milledgeville? The parts I always passed before reaching the asylum.
“Yo, what the fuck’s that!” Traque said, unusual excitement in his voice.
Battling the rising fear, I turned my gaze back toward the road. In desperate search of anything recognizable. Anything that could explain the disappearance of both the town and my memories. “It’s the old state hospital,” I said. I flashed a smile at my fascinated friends. “My dad told me back when he was a kid, they’d always say don’t do anything crazy or we’ll ship you to Milledgeville!”
“Oh shit!” Traque said.
Anuacyl turned and watched the hospital vanish in the background. “Wait, is it supposed to be haunted?
Keeping a firm grip on the wheel, I didn’t slow down. Too eager to leave this fucking place behind. “They say it is.”
Traque leaned in toward us. “It looks fucking haunted. We should go in.”
“Oh, I was gonna surprise y’all.”
A blue sign cheered me up. Its Crayola-style letters a beacon of hope amidst the anxiety: Downtown Milledgeville! Straight Ahead!
Now relaxed, I slowed down a bit. Of course, I knew the downtown. Milledgeville had a cute square, cute gazebo. An All-America Utopia. And we were so close.
“I just wanted to show y’all the Tate House and Old Governor’s Mansion first,” I continued. “They got some people patrolling the hospital, but it won’t be as guarded at night.”
“Gotcha,” Traque replied. “Both that and Tate at night. I’m down.”
“Save the best for last,” I said with a forced smile. I looked over at Anuacyl’s eager eyes. “I think Flannery O’Connor was inspired by the hospital.”
Traque cracked up. “I can only imagine. It looked scary as fuck.”
“It really is...”
Curious, Anuacyl turned her focus toward the highway. Toward the forest. The stray warehouses. Toward downtown’s arrival. “So is the Tate House downtown?”
“Yeah.” I leaned in closer. “It should be coming up…”
Then horror crashed my brief buzz. There was that oldass full service gas station again. SweeTreats. All those bizarre businesses. Buildings that were tombstones in this Georgia graveyard… No different than the same customers that were still there.
I shivered in the sunlight. “What the fuck…”
“Didn’t we just drive through here?” I heard Traque say.
“Yeah.... I don’t understand.” Struggling to keep my composure, I turned down The Killers. Tried to focus rather than panic. “I must’ve missed the turn.”
Next to me, Anuacyl entered an enthralled silence. She stared on ahead. A smile creeping across her face…
“Maybe it loops around or something,” Traque commented. Getting drunker and drunker, he slouched in the backseat. “All these weirdass Georgia roads…”
Now I saw what Anuacyl was admiring.
There on the left lurked Central State Hospital. They’d sent us off to Milledgeville, alright… And with my nerves hitting a wild fever pitch, I probably belonged there at this point.
“Shit…” I muttered. I wanted to zoom on by… but deep down, I knew there was no escape. Not now. I felt anxiety further grip my soul. Felt it make my foot ease up on the gas pedal… The Camry now slowed to a lethargic speed. An unseen force coercing me to Milledgeville’s most notorious resident.
Traque leaned in behind me. Both our restless gazes stayed on the old asylum. No cars were present. No security. No sign of life.
“You think we should go?” he asked.
I faced the highway’s battered pavement. “Naw, we should just go to the Tate House-”
With sudden ferocity, Anuacyl snatched my arm.
“No, please!” she said.
I turned and looked into her pleading eyes.
“It’s a sign, Rhonnie,” she said.
Grinning, Traque set his sights on the hospital. We were now closer to it. Closer to its many entrances. “She’s right.”
I felt Anuacyl’s grip tighten. A chain binding me to Central State.
“Let’s check it out,” Anuacyl said.
“Yeah, I don’t see anybody!” Traque said.
“Come on, Rhonnie,” Anuacyl exclaimed. She leaned in closer.
We were now only a few feet away from the drive leading to the hospital’s pecan orchard. The easiest way to sneak in... A spot I hadn’t explored in over a decade.
“Tell us the story,” Anuacyl said.
Like a tour guide, I gave in to the audience. I drove us down that side road. On to the asylum’s haunted hallowed ground.
Along the way, I broke down Central State’s lore. The SparkNotes version, sure. But that was scary enough... Enough to creep me out for the hundredth time.
Built in 1842, the hospital never changed. Just grew over time in size and legend. Central State had issues. Nothing nefarious. The torture wasn’t purposeful. There were just too many Goddamn patients. If reports were true, the staff-to-patient ratio swelled up to around one to one hundred.
With no resources and room, the hospital had no choice but to cut corners. Crazed children were kept in cages, strait-jackets became part of the patients’ unofficial uniforms. Various “techniques” were used not so much to help as subdue… Cheaper, practical, sadistic methods ranging from shock therapy to lobotomies. Before the hospital finally shut down, studies revealed licensed psychiatrists were no longer on site. There was no rehabilitation attempted, much less possible. Central State Hospital was a tomb for the troubled. Both within its brick walls and within its twenty-five thousand unmarked graves.
In the pecan orchard, I parked behind a cluster of trees. Regardless of the high grass and dying tree limbs, the orchard was a sanctuary compared to the rest of this dead zone.
I hesitated. Scanned the property. A back building stood right before us. One of its doors wide open. But not even the bright sun could resurrect the frightening sight. The centuries of torture and victims trapped inside.
“I don’t see anybody at least,” Anuacyl commented.
“You know, I just realized something,” I heard Traque say. He laid a hand on my shoulder. His grin grabbing Anuacyl and I’s attention. “This is like the center, you know. The center of everything.”
Anuacyl chuckled. “What do you mean?”
Unable to control his enthusiasm, Traque motioned toward the building. “This hospital’s located between all of us... Like in the middle of our triangle.”
“It is called Central State…” I quipped.
Traque grabbed Anuacyl’s arm. “You’re in Augusta, right?”
“Yeah…” Anuacyl replied.
Trauqe turned his excited eyes toward me. “And you’re in Columbus still right, Rhonnie?”
Thanks to Traque, I was feeling more and more uneasy. “Well, yeah...”
With a wild cackle, Traque pointed at himself. “And I’m in Atlanta! Just think about it, man! Where we all live now.” He pointed at the hospital’s brick corpse. “This hospital’s in the middle of our fucking triangle!”
Anuacyl smirked. “So what? You’re saying this is like destiny or something?”
“Hell, maybe! I don’t know!”
Amidst their laughter, I looked on at Central State. The open door. The many cracked windows. We were now in the middle of these one thousand acres. Far from the main highway. All alone in this country asylum... And about to check in.
Everyone grabbed their booze and stepped out into the sunshine. Anuacyl and Traque had me play lookout. Not that I was complaining. I lingered behind in the orchard. Watched my two friends make their way to the ominous entrance. From here, I could tell Central State was a dark dungeon. Even beyond the grave.
“Y’all sure you don’t want me to come with you?” I hollered.
“No!” replied Anuacyl.
Holding his cell phone, Traque faced me. “You’ve already been.” He waved around the property. “Just lookout for cops! Call us if you see anyone!”
Smiling, I flashed them a thumbs up. “Will do!”
I stood there in the perfect weather. Took another sip. The beer did little for my nerves... not at this point. Once Anuacyl and Traque disappeared inside, there was silence all around me. No breeze, no sounds. Just a deathly silence reserved for graveyards. Of course, I wasn’t too far from one. This unofficial cemetery anyway.
In the orchard, I looked on at the scene. The rows and rows of trees on life support. None of them able to produce prosperous pecans.
I paced through the tall grass. Saw the surrounding wilderness. The forest a barricade between the hospital and safety. I then stopped and confronted Central State. That door was still open. Still a gateway to a disturbing past. I started to reach for my phone...
Until I saw him.
A short, skinny man emerged from the darkness. Right from the hospital. A white lab coat was draped across his nice clothes. A surgical mask disguised his face.
Sunlight shined off the man’s bald head. His huge goggles. And off the ice pick he held in one hand. The slender hammer in the other. Perfect tools for a good old-fashioned lobotomy.
I stared on in horror. Certain the man had a wicked smile behind that mask.
As the doctor got closer, I raised my iPhone. Ready to call my friends.
A sharp shot of pain made me cry out. The next one made me stagger back.
Those headaches got worse... Quick bursts in my mind. Each of them so sharp and scathing. This was a fucking braingraine.
Memories sliced into me. Me as a teen back in Stanwyck. Anuacyl and Traque watching Scream with me in Anuacyl’s living room. The boxed wine a flourish for our friendship.
Through the haze, I saw the doctor now enter the orchard. He raised the ice pick. His precise glare focused on me. His steps methodical and efficient.
More pain hit me. Grabbing my temple, I fell back against a tree. Too tormented to scream. Now I saw my left hand shaking beyond belief. Beyond my control. This Southpaw a slave to chilling sensations. To these shocks.
Call it a premonition… or even a flashback. But an image played before me like a frightening horror movie. I saw myself in a dark hospital room. A room without a window. No lighting. And surrounded by screams… How I ended up there, I don’t know. Much less how I recognized the Central State Hospital’s operating room. I was strapped to a table, paralyzed and still except for a left hand that kept shivering in fear. Helpless to a mad doctor’s touch… The same one from the orchard.
The ice pick came hurtling at me.
Crying out, I grabbed my eye. Too late to stop the sharp tip… The sadistic “treatment.”
A tight grip grabbed my arm.
“Let’s fucking go!” I heard Traque yell.
Startled, I looked on at him and Anuacyl. The sun was now fading, but I still saw their terror. The dread shared between us. .
“What happened!” I shouted. My mind racing but no longer in pain. My left hand no longer trembling. The mad doctor no longer here. “Where’d he go!”
Still clutching my arm, Traque pulled me toward the Camry. “Let’s go!”
“They’re coming!” Anuacyl said.
Struggling to catch up with their panicking steps, I let them lead the way. “Who?”
Then I glanced back. Just in time to see the doctor emerge from the doorway. His hammer and icepick at the ready.
“Open the doors!” Anuacyl screamed.
I just let Traque keep dragging me away. Too fucking terrified to move on my own.
Beneath the dying sun, I saw the skinny man march toward us. A female doctor right behind him. Several nurses followed them out. All of them holding scalpels and syringes. All of them disguised by surgical masks. Their piercing glares glued to us.
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2020.04.12 07:06 rhonnie14 They’re Gonna Send You To Milledgeville

We hadn’t talked in a long time. Not since high school in Stanwyck, Georgia. But that was the beauty of the internet, right? To reconnect.
Reddit led me back to u/Traque90 and u/Anuacyl. Then Facebook solidified our friendship. To my relief, we still had the shared love for writing and horror. For exploring haunted locations. The chemistry was still there. We met in Atlanta a few times after that. And for the first time in over ten years, we went on a road trip.
Now here we were. All three of us crammed inside my silver Camry. Anuacyl right beside me, Traque in the backseat. We had our sights set on exploring the Tate House in Milledgeville, Georgia. A haunted house dating back to the nineteenth century. We also planned on visiting other nearby paranormal hotspots like Samford Hall and the Old Governor’s Mansion.
Beneath the smooth April sunlight, our journey was joyous. Aside from stopping at the occasional convenience store for booze and bathrooms, we partied hard along the way. The Killers and other 2000s rock a constant on the radio. With cups of beer and wine, there was no rush for Milledgeville… especially when we had each other’s company.
On my fourth beer, I looked over at Anuacyl. Her pale complexion and sly dimples. Her free spirit well on display with the long brown hair and Doctor Who tee. On the other hand, Traque was more reserved. Behind the big glasses, his bright eyes studied us with a writer’s gaze. Not that we were complaining… I have to admit, if I was single I’d have been quite smitten with these two.
Anuacyl faced my slender frame. My angular face. “Are you sure they’ll let us explore?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, the Tate House at least.” I flashed her a goofy smile. “Milledgeville likes their ghost tours.”
“I bet,” she replied with a laugh.
“Sounds like every small town,” Traque commented.
We turned to face his smirk. Traque’s dry humor always on point. He held up his cup of wine.
“I wouldn’t wanna find ghosts with anyone else!” Traque added.
“Same,” Anuacyl replied. “Have you seen any before, Rhonnie?”
“I haven’t but know people who have…” I said. I looked between the two. Enjoying their pretty spotlight. “Especially at night.”
Excited, Anuacyl grabbed my arm. “Can we sneak in tonight then?”
“Of course, we can,” Traque said with confident snarkiness.
I nodded. “He’s right. No one gives a damn.”
“It’s that easy, huh?” Anuacyl quipped.
The Milledgeville city limits sign greeted us.
I brushed my emo swoop to the side. “Yo, we made it!”
Leaning in closer, Traque revealed a pearly smile. “Where we going to first?”
I stared on at the highway. After the rear projection of endless forest, I was glad to finally see houses. Small stores and restaurants. “I don’t know. I was thinking we could get a flavor of the Tate House before sneaking in tonight.”
“I like the sound of that,” Traque replied.
We both looked over at Anuacyl. Our peer pressure so charming.
“Sure, let’s go!” she said.
But Milledgeville was different. Different than how I remembered. The stores looked unfamiliar. Abandoned if not for the fact customers were still at the full service gas station. At SweeTreats, a random ice cream shop. But the buildings were so old and desolate. Too hideous to be kitschy.
“Where’s the house?” Anuacyl asked.
Then I saw it on the horizon. Like a haunted castle on the hill: Milledgeville’s Central State Hospital. The brick buildings all spread out on the sprawling property. The hospital’s driveway so long and spiraling... leading all the way up to an even longer stone staircase. To the towering pillars. The entrance to what appeared to be the world’s largest mausoleum.
All three of us looked on at the eerie sight. Totally fucking creeped out.
I was more frightened than the others. Because I knew. I knew Central State was supposed to be further down the road. In the darkness on the edge of town. Not this soon… Where were the familiar parts of Milledgeville? The parts I always passed before reaching the asylum.
“Yo, what the fuck’s that!” Traque said, unusual excitement in his voice.
Battling the rising fear, I turned my gaze back toward the road. In desperate search of anything recognizable. Anything that could explain the disappearance of both the town and my memories. “It’s the old state hospital,” I said. I flashed a smile at my fascinated friends. “My dad told me back when he was a kid, they’d always say don’t do anything crazy or we’ll ship you to Milledgeville!”
“Oh shit!” Traque said.
Anuacyl turned and watched the hospital vanish in the background. “Wait, is it supposed to be haunted?
Keeping a firm grip on the wheel, I didn’t slow down. Too eager to leave this fucking place behind. “They say it is.”
Traque leaned in toward us. “It looks fucking haunted. We should go in.”
“Oh, I was gonna surprise y’all.”
A blue sign cheered me up. Its Crayola-style letters a beacon of hope amidst the anxiety: Downtown Milledgeville! Straight Ahead!
Now relaxed, I slowed down a bit. Of course, I knew the downtown. Milledgeville had a cute square, cute gazebo. An All-America Utopia. And we were so close.
“I just wanted to show y’all the Tate House and Old Governor’s Mansion first,” I continued. “They got some people patrolling the hospital, but it won’t be as guarded at night.”
“Gotcha,” Traque replied. “Both that and Tate at night. I’m down.”
“Save the best for last,” I said with a forced smile. I looked over at Anuacyl’s eager eyes. “I think Flannery O’Connor was inspired by the hospital.”
Traque cracked up. “I can only imagine. It looked scary as fuck.”
“It really is...”
Curious, Anuacyl turned her focus toward the highway. Toward the forest. The stray warehouses. Toward downtown’s arrival. “So is the Tate House downtown?”
“Yeah.” I leaned in closer. “It should be coming up…”
Then horror crashed my brief buzz. There was that oldass full service gas station again. SweeTreats. All those bizarre businesses. Buildings that were tombstones in this Georgia graveyard… No different than the same customers that were still there.
I shivered in the sunlight. “What the fuck…”
“Didn’t we just drive through here?” I heard Traque say.
“Yeah.... I don’t understand.” Struggling to keep my composure, I turned down The Killers. Tried to focus rather than panic. “I must’ve missed the turn.”
Next to me, Anuacyl entered an enthralled silence. She stared on ahead. A smile creeping across her face…
“Maybe it loops around or something,” Traque commented. Getting drunker and drunker, he slouched in the backseat. “All these weirdass Georgia roads…”
Now I saw what Anuacyl was admiring.
There on the left lurked Central State Hospital. They’d sent us off to Milledgeville, alright… And with my nerves hitting a wild fever pitch, I probably belonged there at this point.
“Shit…” I muttered. I wanted to zoom on by… but deep down, I knew there was no escape. Not now. I felt anxiety further grip my soul. Felt it make my foot ease up on the gas pedal… The Camry now slowed to a lethargic speed. An unseen force coercing me to Milledgeville’s most notorious resident.
Traque leaned in behind me. Both our restless gazes stayed on the old asylum. No cars were present. No security. No sign of life.
“You think we should go?” he asked.
I faced the highway’s battered pavement. “Naw, we should just go to the Tate House-”
With sudden ferocity, Anuacyl snatched my arm.
“No, please!” she said.
I turned and looked into her pleading eyes.
“It’s a sign, Rhonnie,” she said.
Grinning, Traque set his sights on the hospital. We were now closer to it. Closer to its many entrances. “She’s right.”
I felt Anuacyl’s grip tighten. A chain binding me to Central State.
“Let’s check it out,” Anuacyl said.
“Yeah, I don’t see anybody!” Traque said.
“Come on, Rhonnie,” Anuacyl exclaimed. She leaned in closer.
We were now only a few feet away from the drive leading to the hospital’s pecan orchard. The easiest way to sneak in... A spot I hadn’t explored in over a decade.
“Tell us the story,” Anuacyl said.
Like a tour guide, I gave in to the audience. I drove us down that side road. On to the asylum’s haunted hallowed ground.
Along the way, I broke down Central State’s lore. The SparkNotes version, sure. But that was scary enough... Enough to creep me out for the hundredth time.
Built in 1842, the hospital never changed. Just grew over time in size and legend. Central State had issues. Nothing nefarious. The torture wasn’t purposeful. There were just too many Goddamn patients. If reports were true, the staff-to-patient ratio swelled up to around one to one hundred.
With no resources and room, the hospital had no choice but to cut corners. Crazed children were kept in cages, strait-jackets became part of the patients’ unofficial uniforms. Various “techniques” were used not so much to help as subdue… Cheaper, practical, sadistic methods ranging from shock therapy to lobotomies. Before the hospital finally shut down, studies revealed licensed psychiatrists were no longer on site. There was no rehabilitation attempted, much less possible. Central State Hospital was a tomb for the troubled. Both within its brick walls and within its twenty-five thousand unmarked graves.
In the pecan orchard, I parked behind a cluster of trees. Regardless of the high grass and dying tree limbs, the orchard was a sanctuary compared to the rest of this dead zone.
I hesitated. Scanned the property. A back building stood right before us. One of its doors wide open. But not even the bright sun could resurrect the frightening sight. The centuries of torture and victims trapped inside.
“I don’t see anybody at least,” Anuacyl commented.
“You know, I just realized something,” I heard Traque say. He laid a hand on my shoulder. His grin grabbing Anuacyl and I’s attention. “This is like the center, you know. The center of everything.”
Anuacyl chuckled. “What do you mean?”
Unable to control his enthusiasm, Traque motioned toward the building. “This hospital’s located between all of us... Like in the middle of our triangle.”
“It is called Central State…” I quipped.
Traque grabbed Anuacyl’s arm. “You’re in Augusta, right?”
“Yeah…” Anuacyl replied.
Trauqe turned his excited eyes toward me. “And you’re in Columbus still right, Rhonnie?”
Thanks to Traque, I was feeling more and more uneasy. “Well, yeah...”
With a wild cackle, Traque pointed at himself. “And I’m in Atlanta! Just think about it, man! Where we all live now.” He pointed at the hospital’s brick corpse. “This hospital’s in the middle of our fucking triangle!”
Anuacyl smirked. “So what? You’re saying this is like destiny or something?”
“Hell, maybe! I don’t know!”
Amidst their laughter, I looked on at Central State. The open door. The many cracked windows. We were now in the middle of these one thousand acres. Far from the main highway. All alone in this country asylum... And about to check in.
Everyone grabbed their booze and stepped out into the sunshine. Anuacyl and Traque had me play lookout. Not that I was complaining. I lingered behind in the orchard. Watched my two friends make their way to the ominous entrance. From here, I could tell Central State was a dark dungeon. Even beyond the grave.
“Y’all sure you don’t want me to come with you?” I hollered.
“No!” replied Anuacyl.
Holding his cell phone, Traque faced me. “You’ve already been.” He waved around the property. “Just lookout for cops! Call us if you see anyone!”
Smiling, I flashed them a thumbs up. “Will do!”
I stood there in the perfect weather. Took another sip. The beer did little for my nerves... not at this point. Once Anuacyl and Traque disappeared inside, there was silence all around me. No breeze, no sounds. Just a deathly silence reserved for graveyards. Of course, I wasn’t too far from one. This unofficial cemetery anyway.
In the orchard, I looked on at the scene. The rows and rows of trees on life support. None of them able to produce prosperous pecans.
I paced through the tall grass. Saw the surrounding wilderness. The forest a barricade between the hospital and safety. I then stopped and confronted Central State. That door was still open. Still a gateway to a disturbing past. I started to reach for my phone...
Until I saw him.
A short, skinny man emerged from the darkness. Right from the hospital. A white lab coat was draped across his nice clothes. A surgical mask disguised his face.
Sunlight shined off the man’s bald head. His huge goggles. And off the ice pick he held in one hand. The slender hammer in the other. Perfect tools for a good old-fashioned lobotomy.
I stared on in horror. Certain the man had a wicked smile behind that mask.
As the doctor got closer, I raised my iPhone. Ready to call my friends.
A sharp shot of pain made me cry out. The next one made me stagger back.
Those headaches got worse... Quick bursts in my mind. Each of them so sharp and scathing. This was a fucking braingraine.
Memories sliced into me. Me as a teen back in Stanwyck. Anuacyl and Traque watching Scream with me in Anuacyl’s living room. The boxed wine a flourish for our friendship.
Through the haze, I saw the doctor now enter the orchard. He raised the ice pick. His precise glare focused on me. His steps methodical and efficient.
More pain hit me. Grabbing my temple, I fell back against a tree. Too tormented to scream. Now I saw my left hand shaking beyond belief. Beyond my control. This Southpaw a slave to chilling sensations. To these shocks.
Call it a premonition… or even a flashback. But an image played before me like a frightening horror movie. I saw myself in a dark hospital room. A room without a window. No lighting. And surrounded by screams… How I ended up there, I don’t know. Much less how I recognized the Central State Hospital’s operating room. I was strapped to a table, paralyzed and still except for a left hand that kept shivering in fear. Helpless to a mad doctor’s touch… The same one from the orchard.
The ice pick came hurtling at me.
Crying out, I grabbed my eye. Too late to stop the sharp tip… The sadistic “treatment.”
A tight grip grabbed my arm.
“Let’s fucking go!” I heard Traque yell.
Startled, I looked on at him and Anuacyl. The sun was now fading, but I still saw their terror. The dread shared between us. .
“What happened!” I shouted. My mind racing but no longer in pain. My left hand no longer trembling. The mad doctor no longer here. “Where’d he go!”
Still clutching my arm, Traque pulled me toward the Camry. “Let’s go!”
“They’re coming!” Anuacyl said.
Struggling to catch up with their panicking steps, I let them lead the way. “Who?”
Then I glanced back. Just in time to see the doctor emerge from the doorway. His hammer and icepick at the ready.
“Open the doors!” Anuacyl screamed.
I just let Traque keep dragging me away. Too fucking terrified to move on my own.
Beneath the dying sun, I saw the skinny man march toward us. A female doctor right behind him. Several nurses followed them out. All of them holding scalpels and syringes. All of them disguised by surgical masks. Their piercing glares glued to us.
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2020.04.12 07:05 rhonnie14 They’re Gonna Send You To Milledgeville

We hadn’t talked in a long time. Not since high school in Stanwyck, Georgia. But that was the beauty of the internet, right? To reconnect.
Reddit led me back to u/Traque90 and u/Anuacyl. Then Facebook solidified our friendship. To my relief, we still had the shared love for writing and horror. For exploring haunted locations. The chemistry was still there. We met in Atlanta a few times after that. And for the first time in over ten years, we went on a road trip.
Now here we were. All three of us crammed inside my silver Camry. Anuacyl right beside me, Traque in the backseat. We had our sights set on exploring the Tate House in Milledgeville, Georgia. A haunted house dating back to the nineteenth century. We also planned on visiting other nearby paranormal hotspots like Samford Hall and the Old Governor’s Mansion.
Beneath the smooth April sunlight, our journey was joyous. Aside from stopping at the occasional convenience store for booze and bathrooms, we partied hard along the way. The Killers and other 2000s rock a constant on the radio. With cups of beer and wine, there was no rush for Milledgeville… especially when we had each other’s company.
On my fourth beer, I looked over at Anuacyl. Her pale complexion and sly dimples. Her free spirit well on display with the long brown hair and Doctor Who tee. On the other hand, Traque was more reserved. Behind the big glasses, his bright eyes studied us with a writer’s gaze. Not that we were complaining… I have to admit, if I was single I’d have been quite smitten with these two.
Anuacyl faced my slender frame. My angular face. “Are you sure they’ll let us explore?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, the Tate House at least.” I flashed her a goofy smile. “Milledgeville likes their ghost tours.”
“I bet,” she replied with a laugh.
“Sounds like every small town,” Traque commented.
We turned to face his smirk. Traque’s dry humor always on point. He held up his cup of wine.
“I wouldn’t wanna find ghosts with anyone else!” Traque added.
“Same,” Anuacyl replied. “Have you seen any before, Rhonnie?”
“I haven’t but know people who have…” I said. I looked between the two. Enjoying their pretty spotlight. “Especially at night.”
Excited, Anuacyl grabbed my arm. “Can we sneak in tonight then?”
“Of course, we can,” Traque said with confident snarkiness.
I nodded. “He’s right. No one gives a damn.”
“It’s that easy, huh?” Anuacyl quipped.
The Milledgeville city limits sign greeted us.
I brushed my emo swoop to the side. “Yo, we made it!”
Leaning in closer, Traque revealed a pearly smile. “Where we going to first?”
I stared on at the highway. After the rear projection of endless forest, I was glad to finally see houses. Small stores and restaurants. “I don’t know. I was thinking we could get a flavor of the Tate House before sneaking in tonight.”
“I like the sound of that,” Traque replied.
We both looked over at Anuacyl. Our peer pressure so charming.
“Sure, let’s go!” she said.
But Milledgeville was different. Different than how I remembered. The stores looked unfamiliar. Abandoned if not for the fact customers were still at the full service gas station. At SweeTreats, a random ice cream shop. But the buildings were so old and desolate. Too hideous to be kitschy.
“Where’s the house?” Anuacyl asked.
Then I saw it on the horizon. Like a haunted castle on the hill: Milledgeville’s Central State Hospital. The brick buildings all spread out on the sprawling property. The hospital’s driveway so long and spiraling... leading all the way up to an even longer stone staircase. To the towering pillars. The entrance to what appeared to be the world’s largest mausoleum.
All three of us looked on at the eerie sight. Totally fucking creeped out.
I was more frightened than the others. Because I knew. I knew Central State was supposed to be further down the road. In the darkness on the edge of town. Not this soon… Where were the familiar parts of Milledgeville? The parts I always passed before reaching the asylum.
“Yo, what the fuck’s that!” Traque said, unusual excitement in his voice.
Battling the rising fear, I turned my gaze back toward the road. In desperate search of anything recognizable. Anything that could explain the disappearance of both the town and my memories. “It’s the old state hospital,” I said. I flashed a smile at my fascinated friends. “My dad told me back when he was a kid, they’d always say don’t do anything crazy or we’ll ship you to Milledgeville!”
“Oh shit!” Traque said.
Anuacyl turned and watched the hospital vanish in the background. “Wait, is it supposed to be haunted?
Keeping a firm grip on the wheel, I didn’t slow down. Too eager to leave this fucking place behind. “They say it is.”
Traque leaned in toward us. “It looks fucking haunted. We should go in.”
“Oh, I was gonna surprise y’all.”
A blue sign cheered me up. Its Crayola-style letters a beacon of hope amidst the anxiety: Downtown Milledgeville! Straight Ahead!
Now relaxed, I slowed down a bit. Of course, I knew the downtown. Milledgeville had a cute square, cute gazebo. An All-America Utopia. And we were so close.
“I just wanted to show y’all the Tate House and Old Governor’s Mansion first,” I continued. “They got some people patrolling the hospital, but it won’t be as guarded at night.”
“Gotcha,” Traque replied. “Both that and Tate at night. I’m down.”
“Save the best for last,” I said with a forced smile. I looked over at Anuacyl’s eager eyes. “I think Flannery O’Connor was inspired by the hospital.”
Traque cracked up. “I can only imagine. It looked scary as fuck.”
“It really is...”
Curious, Anuacyl turned her focus toward the highway. Toward the forest. The stray warehouses. Toward downtown’s arrival. “So is the Tate House downtown?”
“Yeah.” I leaned in closer. “It should be coming up…”
Then horror crashed my brief buzz. There was that oldass full service gas station again. SweeTreats. All those bizarre businesses. Buildings that were tombstones in this Georgia graveyard… No different than the same customers that were still there.
I shivered in the sunlight. “What the fuck…”
“Didn’t we just drive through here?” I heard Traque say.
“Yeah.... I don’t understand.” Struggling to keep my composure, I turned down The Killers. Tried to focus rather than panic. “I must’ve missed the turn.”
Next to me, Anuacyl entered an enthralled silence. She stared on ahead. A smile creeping across her face…
“Maybe it loops around or something,” Traque commented. Getting drunker and drunker, he slouched in the backseat. “All these weirdass Georgia roads…”
Now I saw what Anuacyl was admiring.
There on the left lurked Central State Hospital. They’d sent us off to Milledgeville, alright… And with my nerves hitting a wild fever pitch, I probably belonged there at this point.
“Shit…” I muttered. I wanted to zoom on by… but deep down, I knew there was no escape. Not now. I felt anxiety further grip my soul. Felt it make my foot ease up on the gas pedal… The Camry now slowed to a lethargic speed. An unseen force coercing me to Milledgeville’s most notorious resident.
Traque leaned in behind me. Both our restless gazes stayed on the old asylum. No cars were present. No security. No sign of life.
“You think we should go?” he asked.
I faced the highway’s battered pavement. “Naw, we should just go to the Tate House-”
With sudden ferocity, Anuacyl snatched my arm.
“No, please!” she said.
I turned and looked into her pleading eyes.
“It’s a sign, Rhonnie,” she said.
Grinning, Traque set his sights on the hospital. We were now closer to it. Closer to its many entrances. “She’s right.”
I felt Anuacyl’s grip tighten. A chain binding me to Central State.
“Let’s check it out,” Anuacyl said.
“Yeah, I don’t see anybody!” Traque said.
“Come on, Rhonnie,” Anuacyl exclaimed. She leaned in closer.
We were now only a few feet away from the drive leading to the hospital’s pecan orchard. The easiest way to sneak in... A spot I hadn’t explored in over a decade.
“Tell us the story,” Anuacyl said.
Like a tour guide, I gave in to the audience. I drove us down that side road. On to the asylum’s haunted hallowed ground.
Along the way, I broke down Central State’s lore. The SparkNotes version, sure. But that was scary enough... Enough to creep me out for the hundredth time.
Built in 1842, the hospital never changed. Just grew over time in size and legend. Central State had issues. Nothing nefarious. The torture wasn’t purposeful. There were just too many Goddamn patients. If reports were true, the staff-to-patient ratio swelled up to around one to one hundred.
With no resources and room, the hospital had no choice but to cut corners. Crazed children were kept in cages, strait-jackets became part of the patients’ unofficial uniforms. Various “techniques” were used not so much to help as subdue… Cheaper, practical, sadistic methods ranging from shock therapy to lobotomies. Before the hospital finally shut down, studies revealed licensed psychiatrists were no longer on site. There was no rehabilitation attempted, much less possible. Central State Hospital was a tomb for the troubled. Both within its brick walls and within its twenty-five thousand unmarked graves.
In the pecan orchard, I parked behind a cluster of trees. Regardless of the high grass and dying tree limbs, the orchard was a sanctuary compared to the rest of this dead zone.
I hesitated. Scanned the property. A back building stood right before us. One of its doors wide open. But not even the bright sun could resurrect the frightening sight. The centuries of torture and victims trapped inside.
“I don’t see anybody at least,” Anuacyl commented.
“You know, I just realized something,” I heard Traque say. He laid a hand on my shoulder. His grin grabbing Anuacyl and I’s attention. “This is like the center, you know. The center of everything.”
Anuacyl chuckled. “What do you mean?”
Unable to control his enthusiasm, Traque motioned toward the building. “This hospital’s located between all of us... Like in the middle of our triangle.”
“It is called Central State…” I quipped.
Traque grabbed Anuacyl’s arm. “You’re in Augusta, right?”
“Yeah…” Anuacyl replied.
Trauqe turned his excited eyes toward me. “And you’re in Columbus still right, Rhonnie?”
Thanks to Traque, I was feeling more and more uneasy. “Well, yeah...”
With a wild cackle, Traque pointed at himself. “And I’m in Atlanta! Just think about it, man! Where we all live now.” He pointed at the hospital’s brick corpse. “This hospital’s in the middle of our fucking triangle!”
Anuacyl smirked. “So what? You’re saying this is like destiny or something?”
“Hell, maybe! I don’t know!”
Amidst their laughter, I looked on at Central State. The open door. The many cracked windows. We were now in the middle of these one thousand acres. Far from the main highway. All alone in this country asylum... And about to check in.
Everyone grabbed their booze and stepped out into the sunshine. Anuacyl and Traque had me play lookout. Not that I was complaining. I lingered behind in the orchard. Watched my two friends make their way to the ominous entrance. From here, I could tell Central State was a dark dungeon. Even beyond the grave.
“Y’all sure you don’t want me to come with you?” I hollered.
“No!” replied Anuacyl.
Holding his cell phone, Traque faced me. “You’ve already been.” He waved around the property. “Just lookout for cops! Call us if you see anyone!”
Smiling, I flashed them a thumbs up. “Will do!”
I stood there in the perfect weather. Took another sip. The beer did little for my nerves... not at this point. Once Anuacyl and Traque disappeared inside, there was silence all around me. No breeze, no sounds. Just a deathly silence reserved for graveyards. Of course, I wasn’t too far from one. This unofficial cemetery anyway.
In the orchard, I looked on at the scene. The rows and rows of trees on life support. None of them able to produce prosperous pecans.
I paced through the tall grass. Saw the surrounding wilderness. The forest a barricade between the hospital and safety. I then stopped and confronted Central State. That door was still open. Still a gateway to a disturbing past. I started to reach for my phone...
Until I saw him.
A short, skinny man emerged from the darkness. Right from the hospital. A white lab coat was draped across his nice clothes. A surgical mask disguised his face.
Sunlight shined off the man’s bald head. His huge goggles. And off the ice pick he held in one hand. The slender hammer in the other. Perfect tools for a good old-fashioned lobotomy.
I stared on in horror. Certain the man had a wicked smile behind that mask.
As the doctor got closer, I raised my iPhone. Ready to call my friends.
A sharp shot of pain made me cry out. The next one made me stagger back.
Those headaches got worse... Quick bursts in my mind. Each of them so sharp and scathing. This was a fucking braingraine.
Memories sliced into me. Me as a teen back in Stanwyck. Anuacyl and Traque watching Scream with me in Anuacyl’s living room. The boxed wine a flourish for our friendship.
Through the haze, I saw the doctor now enter the orchard. He raised the ice pick. His precise glare focused on me. His steps methodical and efficient.
More pain hit me. Grabbing my temple, I fell back against a tree. Too tormented to scream. Now I saw my left hand shaking beyond belief. Beyond my control. This Southpaw a slave to chilling sensations. To these shocks.
Call it a premonition… or even a flashback. But an image played before me like a frightening horror movie. I saw myself in a dark hospital room. A room without a window. No lighting. And surrounded by screams… How I ended up there, I don’t know. Much less how I recognized the Central State Hospital’s operating room. I was strapped to a table, paralyzed and still except for a left hand that kept shivering in fear. Helpless to a mad doctor’s touch… The same one from the orchard.
The ice pick came hurtling at me.
Crying out, I grabbed my eye. Too late to stop the sharp tip… The sadistic “treatment.”
A tight grip grabbed my arm.
“Let’s fucking go!” I heard Traque yell.
Startled, I looked on at him and Anuacyl. The sun was now fading, but I still saw their terror. The dread shared between us. .
“What happened!” I shouted. My mind racing but no longer in pain. My left hand no longer trembling. The mad doctor no longer here. “Where’d he go!”
Still clutching my arm, Traque pulled me toward the Camry. “Let’s go!”
“They’re coming!” Anuacyl said.
Struggling to catch up with their panicking steps, I let them lead the way. “Who?”
Then I glanced back. Just in time to see the doctor emerge from the doorway. His hammer and icepick at the ready.
“Open the doors!” Anuacyl screamed.
I just let Traque keep dragging me away. Too fucking terrified to move on my own.
Beneath the dying sun, I saw the skinny man march toward us. A female doctor right behind him. Several nurses followed them out. All of them holding scalpels and syringes. All of them disguised by surgical masks. Their piercing glares glued to us.
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2020.04.12 07:05 rhonnie14 They’re Gonna Send You To Milledgeville

We hadn’t talked in a long time. Not since high school in Stanwyck, Georgia. But that was the beauty of the internet, right? To reconnect.
Reddit led me back to u/Traque90 and u/Anuacyl. Then Facebook solidified our friendship. To my relief, we still had the shared love for writing and horror. For exploring haunted locations. The chemistry was still there. We met in Atlanta a few times after that. And for the first time in over ten years, we went on a road trip.
Now here we were. All three of us crammed inside my silver Camry. Anuacyl right beside me, Traque in the backseat. We had our sights set on exploring the Tate House in Milledgeville, Georgia. A haunted house dating back to the nineteenth century. We also planned on visiting other nearby paranormal hotspots like Samford Hall and the Old Governor’s Mansion.
Beneath the smooth April sunlight, our journey was joyous. Aside from stopping at the occasional convenience store for booze and bathrooms, we partied hard along the way. The Killers and other 2000s rock a constant on the radio. With cups of beer and wine, there was no rush for Milledgeville… especially when we had each other’s company.
On my fourth beer, I looked over at Anuacyl. Her pale complexion and sly dimples. Her free spirit well on display with the long brown hair and Doctor Who tee. On the other hand, Traque was more reserved. Behind the big glasses, his bright eyes studied us with a writer’s gaze. Not that we were complaining… I have to admit, if I was single I’d have been quite smitten with these two.
Anuacyl faced my slender frame. My angular face. “Are you sure they’ll let us explore?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, the Tate House at least.” I flashed her a goofy smile. “Milledgeville likes their ghost tours.”
“I bet,” she replied with a laugh.
“Sounds like every small town,” Traque commented.
We turned to face his smirk. Traque’s dry humor always on point. He held up his cup of wine.
“I wouldn’t wanna find ghosts with anyone else!” Traque added.
“Same,” Anuacyl replied. “Have you seen any before, Rhonnie?”
“I haven’t but know people who have…” I said. I looked between the two. Enjoying their pretty spotlight. “Especially at night.”
Excited, Anuacyl grabbed my arm. “Can we sneak in tonight then?”
“Of course, we can,” Traque said with confident snarkiness.
I nodded. “He’s right. No one gives a damn.”
“It’s that easy, huh?” Anuacyl quipped.
The Milledgeville city limits sign greeted us.
I brushed my emo swoop to the side. “Yo, we made it!”
Leaning in closer, Traque revealed a pearly smile. “Where we going to first?”
I stared on at the highway. After the rear projection of endless forest, I was glad to finally see houses. Small stores and restaurants. “I don’t know. I was thinking we could get a flavor of the Tate House before sneaking in tonight.”
“I like the sound of that,” Traque replied.
We both looked over at Anuacyl. Our peer pressure so charming.
“Sure, let’s go!” she said.
But Milledgeville was different. Different than how I remembered. The stores looked unfamiliar. Abandoned if not for the fact customers were still at the full service gas station. At SweeTreats, a random ice cream shop. But the buildings were so old and desolate. Too hideous to be kitschy.
“Where’s the house?” Anuacyl asked.
Then I saw it on the horizon. Like a haunted castle on the hill: Milledgeville’s Central State Hospital. The brick buildings all spread out on the sprawling property. The hospital’s driveway so long and spiraling... leading all the way up to an even longer stone staircase. To the towering pillars. The entrance to what appeared to be the world’s largest mausoleum.
All three of us looked on at the eerie sight. Totally fucking creeped out.
I was more frightened than the others. Because I knew. I knew Central State was supposed to be further down the road. In the darkness on the edge of town. Not this soon… Where were the familiar parts of Milledgeville? The parts I always passed before reaching the asylum.
“Yo, what the fuck’s that!” Traque said, unusual excitement in his voice.
Battling the rising fear, I turned my gaze back toward the road. In desperate search of anything recognizable. Anything that could explain the disappearance of both the town and my memories. “It’s the old state hospital,” I said. I flashed a smile at my fascinated friends. “My dad told me back when he was a kid, they’d always say don’t do anything crazy or we’ll ship you to Milledgeville!”
“Oh shit!” Traque said.
Anuacyl turned and watched the hospital vanish in the background. “Wait, is it supposed to be haunted?
Keeping a firm grip on the wheel, I didn’t slow down. Too eager to leave this fucking place behind. “They say it is.”
Traque leaned in toward us. “It looks fucking haunted. We should go in.”
“Oh, I was gonna surprise y’all.”
A blue sign cheered me up. Its Crayola-style letters a beacon of hope amidst the anxiety: Downtown Milledgeville! Straight Ahead!
Now relaxed, I slowed down a bit. Of course, I knew the downtown. Milledgeville had a cute square, cute gazebo. An All-America Utopia. And we were so close.
“I just wanted to show y’all the Tate House and Old Governor’s Mansion first,” I continued. “They got some people patrolling the hospital, but it won’t be as guarded at night.”
“Gotcha,” Traque replied. “Both that and Tate at night. I’m down.”
“Save the best for last,” I said with a forced smile. I looked over at Anuacyl’s eager eyes. “I think Flannery O’Connor was inspired by the hospital.”
Traque cracked up. “I can only imagine. It looked scary as fuck.”
“It really is...”
Curious, Anuacyl turned her focus toward the highway. Toward the forest. The stray warehouses. Toward downtown’s arrival. “So is the Tate House downtown?”
“Yeah.” I leaned in closer. “It should be coming up…”
Then horror crashed my brief buzz. There was that oldass full service gas station again. SweeTreats. All those bizarre businesses. Buildings that were tombstones in this Georgia graveyard… No different than the same customers that were still there.
I shivered in the sunlight. “What the fuck…”
“Didn’t we just drive through here?” I heard Traque say.
“Yeah.... I don’t understand.” Struggling to keep my composure, I turned down The Killers. Tried to focus rather than panic. “I must’ve missed the turn.”
Next to me, Anuacyl entered an enthralled silence. She stared on ahead. A smile creeping across her face…
“Maybe it loops around or something,” Traque commented. Getting drunker and drunker, he slouched in the backseat. “All these weirdass Georgia roads…”
Now I saw what Anuacyl was admiring.
There on the left lurked Central State Hospital. They’d sent us off to Milledgeville, alright… And with my nerves hitting a wild fever pitch, I probably belonged there at this point.
“Shit…” I muttered. I wanted to zoom on by… but deep down, I knew there was no escape. Not now. I felt anxiety further grip my soul. Felt it make my foot ease up on the gas pedal… The Camry now slowed to a lethargic speed. An unseen force coercing me to Milledgeville’s most notorious resident.
Traque leaned in behind me. Both our restless gazes stayed on the old asylum. No cars were present. No security. No sign of life.
“You think we should go?” he asked.
I faced the highway’s battered pavement. “Naw, we should just go to the Tate House-”
With sudden ferocity, Anuacyl snatched my arm.
“No, please!” she said.
I turned and looked into her pleading eyes.
“It’s a sign, Rhonnie,” she said.
Grinning, Traque set his sights on the hospital. We were now closer to it. Closer to its many entrances. “She’s right.”
I felt Anuacyl’s grip tighten. A chain binding me to Central State.
“Let’s check it out,” Anuacyl said.
“Yeah, I don’t see anybody!” Traque said.
“Come on, Rhonnie,” Anuacyl exclaimed. She leaned in closer.
We were now only a few feet away from the drive leading to the hospital’s pecan orchard. The easiest way to sneak in... A spot I hadn’t explored in over a decade.
“Tell us the story,” Anuacyl said.
Like a tour guide, I gave in to the audience. I drove us down that side road. On to the asylum’s haunted hallowed ground.
Along the way, I broke down Central State’s lore. The SparkNotes version, sure. But that was scary enough... Enough to creep me out for the hundredth time.
Built in 1842, the hospital never changed. Just grew over time in size and legend. Central State had issues. Nothing nefarious. The torture wasn’t purposeful. There were just too many Goddamn patients. If reports were true, the staff-to-patient ratio swelled up to around one to one hundred.
With no resources and room, the hospital had no choice but to cut corners. Crazed children were kept in cages, strait-jackets became part of the patients’ unofficial uniforms. Various “techniques” were used not so much to help as subdue… Cheaper, practical, sadistic methods ranging from shock therapy to lobotomies. Before the hospital finally shut down, studies revealed licensed psychiatrists were no longer on site. There was no rehabilitation attempted, much less possible. Central State Hospital was a tomb for the troubled. Both within its brick walls and within its twenty-five thousand unmarked graves.
In the pecan orchard, I parked behind a cluster of trees. Regardless of the high grass and dying tree limbs, the orchard was a sanctuary compared to the rest of this dead zone.
I hesitated. Scanned the property. A back building stood right before us. One of its doors wide open. But not even the bright sun could resurrect the frightening sight. The centuries of torture and victims trapped inside.
“I don’t see anybody at least,” Anuacyl commented.
“You know, I just realized something,” I heard Traque say. He laid a hand on my shoulder. His grin grabbing Anuacyl and I’s attention. “This is like the center, you know. The center of everything.”
Anuacyl chuckled. “What do you mean?”
Unable to control his enthusiasm, Traque motioned toward the building. “This hospital’s located between all of us... Like in the middle of our triangle.”
“It is called Central State…” I quipped.
Traque grabbed Anuacyl’s arm. “You’re in Augusta, right?”
“Yeah…” Anuacyl replied.
Trauqe turned his excited eyes toward me. “And you’re in Columbus still right, Rhonnie?”
Thanks to Traque, I was feeling more and more uneasy. “Well, yeah...”
With a wild cackle, Traque pointed at himself. “And I’m in Atlanta! Just think about it, man! Where we all live now.” He pointed at the hospital’s brick corpse. “This hospital’s in the middle of our fucking triangle!”
Anuacyl smirked. “So what? You’re saying this is like destiny or something?”
“Hell, maybe! I don’t know!”
Amidst their laughter, I looked on at Central State. The open door. The many cracked windows. We were now in the middle of these one thousand acres. Far from the main highway. All alone in this country asylum... And about to check in.
Everyone grabbed their booze and stepped out into the sunshine. Anuacyl and Traque had me play lookout. Not that I was complaining. I lingered behind in the orchard. Watched my two friends make their way to the ominous entrance. From here, I could tell Central State was a dark dungeon. Even beyond the grave.
“Y’all sure you don’t want me to come with you?” I hollered.
“No!” replied Anuacyl.
Holding his cell phone, Traque faced me. “You’ve already been.” He waved around the property. “Just lookout for cops! Call us if you see anyone!”
Smiling, I flashed them a thumbs up. “Will do!”
I stood there in the perfect weather. Took another sip. The beer did little for my nerves... not at this point. Once Anuacyl and Traque disappeared inside, there was silence all around me. No breeze, no sounds. Just a deathly silence reserved for graveyards. Of course, I wasn’t too far from one. This unofficial cemetery anyway.
In the orchard, I looked on at the scene. The rows and rows of trees on life support. None of them able to produce prosperous pecans.
I paced through the tall grass. Saw the surrounding wilderness. The forest a barricade between the hospital and safety. I then stopped and confronted Central State. That door was still open. Still a gateway to a disturbing past. I started to reach for my phone...
Until I saw him.
A short, skinny man emerged from the darkness. Right from the hospital. A white lab coat was draped across his nice clothes. A surgical mask disguised his face.
Sunlight shined off the man’s bald head. His huge goggles. And off the ice pick he held in one hand. The slender hammer in the other. Perfect tools for a good old-fashioned lobotomy.
I stared on in horror. Certain the man had a wicked smile behind that mask.
As the doctor got closer, I raised my iPhone. Ready to call my friends.
A sharp shot of pain made me cry out. The next one made me stagger back.
Those headaches got worse... Quick bursts in my mind. Each of them so sharp and scathing. This was a fucking braingraine.
Memories sliced into me. Me as a teen back in Stanwyck. Anuacyl and Traque watching Scream with me in Anuacyl’s living room. The boxed wine a flourish for our friendship.
Through the haze, I saw the doctor now enter the orchard. He raised the ice pick. His precise glare focused on me. His steps methodical and efficient.
More pain hit me. Grabbing my temple, I fell back against a tree. Too tormented to scream. Now I saw my left hand shaking beyond belief. Beyond my control. This Southpaw a slave to chilling sensations. To these shocks.
Call it a premonition… or even a flashback. But an image played before me like a frightening horror movie. I saw myself in a dark hospital room. A room without a window. No lighting. And surrounded by screams… How I ended up there, I don’t know. Much less how I recognized the Central State Hospital’s operating room. I was strapped to a table, paralyzed and still except for a left hand that kept shivering in fear. Helpless to a mad doctor’s touch… The same one from the orchard.
The ice pick came hurtling at me.
Crying out, I grabbed my eye. Too late to stop the sharp tip… The sadistic “treatment.”
A tight grip grabbed my arm.
“Let’s fucking go!” I heard Traque yell.
Startled, I looked on at him and Anuacyl. The sun was now fading, but I still saw their terror. The dread shared between us. .
“What happened!” I shouted. My mind racing but no longer in pain. My left hand no longer trembling. The mad doctor no longer here. “Where’d he go!”
Still clutching my arm, Traque pulled me toward the Camry. “Let’s go!”
“They’re coming!” Anuacyl said.
Struggling to catch up with their panicking steps, I let them lead the way. “Who?”
Then I glanced back. Just in time to see the doctor emerge from the doorway. His hammer and icepick at the ready.
“Open the doors!” Anuacyl screamed.
I just let Traque keep dragging me away. Too fucking terrified to move on my own.
Beneath the dying sun, I saw the skinny man march toward us. A female doctor right behind him. Several nurses followed them out. All of them holding scalpels and syringes. All of them disguised by surgical masks. Their piercing glares glued to us.
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2020.04.12 07:04 rhonnie14 They’re Gonna Send You To Milledgeville

We hadn’t talked in a long time. Not since high school in Stanwyck, Georgia. But that was the beauty of the internet, right? To reconnect.
Reddit led me back to u/Traque90 and u/Anuacyl. Then Facebook solidified our friendship. To my relief, we still had the shared love for writing and horror. For exploring haunted locations. The chemistry was still there. We met in Atlanta a few times after that. And for the first time in over ten years, we went on a road trip.
Now here we were. All three of us crammed inside my silver Camry. Anuacyl right beside me, Traque in the backseat. We had our sights set on exploring the Tate House in Milledgeville, Georgia. A haunted house dating back to the nineteenth century. We also planned on visiting other nearby paranormal hotspots like Samford Hall and the Old Governor’s Mansion.
Beneath the smooth April sunlight, our journey was joyous. Aside from stopping at the occasional convenience store for booze and bathrooms, we partied hard along the way. The Killers and other 2000s rock a constant on the radio. With cups of beer and wine, there was no rush for Milledgeville… especially when we had each other’s company.
On my fourth beer, I looked over at Anuacyl. Her pale complexion and sly dimples. Her free spirit well on display with the long brown hair and Doctor Who tee. On the other hand, Traque was more reserved. Behind the big glasses, his bright eyes studied us with a writer’s gaze. Not that we were complaining… I have to admit, if I was single I’d have been quite smitten with these two.
Anuacyl faced my slender frame. My angular face. “Are you sure they’ll let us explore?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, the Tate House at least.” I flashed her a goofy smile. “Milledgeville likes their ghost tours.”
“I bet,” she replied with a laugh.
“Sounds like every small town,” Traque commented.
We turned to face his smirk. Traque’s dry humor always on point. He held up his cup of wine.
“I wouldn’t wanna find ghosts with anyone else!” Traque added.
“Same,” Anuacyl replied. “Have you seen any before, Rhonnie?”
“I haven’t but know people who have…” I said. I looked between the two. Enjoying their pretty spotlight. “Especially at night.”
Excited, Anuacyl grabbed my arm. “Can we sneak in tonight then?”
“Of course, we can,” Traque said with confident snarkiness.
I nodded. “He’s right. No one gives a damn.”
“It’s that easy, huh?” Anuacyl quipped.
The Milledgeville city limits sign greeted us.
I brushed my emo swoop to the side. “Yo, we made it!”
Leaning in closer, Traque revealed a pearly smile. “Where we going to first?”
I stared on at the highway. After the rear projection of endless forest, I was glad to finally see houses. Small stores and restaurants. “I don’t know. I was thinking we could get a flavor of the Tate House before sneaking in tonight.”
“I like the sound of that,” Traque replied.
We both looked over at Anuacyl. Our peer pressure so charming.
“Sure, let’s go!” she said.
But Milledgeville was different. Different than how I remembered. The stores looked unfamiliar. Abandoned if not for the fact customers were still at the full service gas station. At SweeTreats, a random ice cream shop. But the buildings were so old and desolate. Too hideous to be kitschy.
“Where’s the house?” Anuacyl asked.
Then I saw it on the horizon. Like a haunted castle on the hill: Milledgeville’s Central State Hospital. The brick buildings all spread out on the sprawling property. The hospital’s driveway so long and spiraling... leading all the way up to an even longer stone staircase. To the towering pillars. The entrance to what appeared to be the world’s largest mausoleum.
All three of us looked on at the eerie sight. Totally fucking creeped out.
I was more frightened than the others. Because I knew. I knew Central State was supposed to be further down the road. In the darkness on the edge of town. Not this soon… Where were the familiar parts of Milledgeville? The parts I always passed before reaching the asylum.
“Yo, what the fuck’s that!” Traque said, unusual excitement in his voice.
Battling the rising fear, I turned my gaze back toward the road. In desperate search of anything recognizable. Anything that could explain the disappearance of both the town and my memories. “It’s the old state hospital,” I said. I flashed a smile at my fascinated friends. “My dad told me back when he was a kid, they’d always say don’t do anything crazy or we’ll ship you to Milledgeville!”
“Oh shit!” Traque said.
Anuacyl turned and watched the hospital vanish in the background. “Wait, is it supposed to be haunted?
Keeping a firm grip on the wheel, I didn’t slow down. Too eager to leave this fucking place behind. “They say it is.”
Traque leaned in toward us. “It looks fucking haunted. We should go in.”
“Oh, I was gonna surprise y’all.”
A blue sign cheered me up. Its Crayola-style letters a beacon of hope amidst the anxiety: Downtown Milledgeville! Straight Ahead!
Now relaxed, I slowed down a bit. Of course, I knew the downtown. Milledgeville had a cute square, cute gazebo. An All-America Utopia. And we were so close.
“I just wanted to show y’all the Tate House and Old Governor’s Mansion first,” I continued. “They got some people patrolling the hospital, but it won’t be as guarded at night.”
“Gotcha,” Traque replied. “Both that and Tate at night. I’m down.”
“Save the best for last,” I said with a forced smile. I looked over at Anuacyl’s eager eyes. “I think Flannery O’Connor was inspired by the hospital.”
Traque cracked up. “I can only imagine. It looked scary as fuck.”
“It really is...”
Curious, Anuacyl turned her focus toward the highway. Toward the forest. The stray warehouses. Toward downtown’s arrival. “So is the Tate House downtown?”
“Yeah.” I leaned in closer. “It should be coming up…”
Then horror crashed my brief buzz. There was that oldass full service gas station again. SweeTreats. All those bizarre businesses. Buildings that were tombstones in this Georgia graveyard… No different than the same customers that were still there.
I shivered in the sunlight. “What the fuck…”
“Didn’t we just drive through here?” I heard Traque say.
“Yeah.... I don’t understand.” Struggling to keep my composure, I turned down The Killers. Tried to focus rather than panic. “I must’ve missed the turn.”
Next to me, Anuacyl entered an enthralled silence. She stared on ahead. A smile creeping across her face…
“Maybe it loops around or something,” Traque commented. Getting drunker and drunker, he slouched in the backseat. “All these weirdass Georgia roads…”
Now I saw what Anuacyl was admiring.
There on the left lurked Central State Hospital. They’d sent us off to Milledgeville, alright… And with my nerves hitting a wild fever pitch, I probably belonged there at this point.
“Shit…” I muttered. I wanted to zoom on by… but deep down, I knew there was no escape. Not now. I felt anxiety further grip my soul. Felt it make my foot ease up on the gas pedal… The Camry now slowed to a lethargic speed. An unseen force coercing me to Milledgeville’s most notorious resident.
Traque leaned in behind me. Both our restless gazes stayed on the old asylum. No cars were present. No security. No sign of life.
“You think we should go?” he asked.
I faced the highway’s battered pavement. “Naw, we should just go to the Tate House-”
With sudden ferocity, Anuacyl snatched my arm.
“No, please!” she said.
I turned and looked into her pleading eyes.
“It’s a sign, Rhonnie,” she said.
Grinning, Traque set his sights on the hospital. We were now closer to it. Closer to its many entrances. “She’s right.”
I felt Anuacyl’s grip tighten. A chain binding me to Central State.
“Let’s check it out,” Anuacyl said.
“Yeah, I don’t see anybody!” Traque said.
“Come on, Rhonnie,” Anuacyl exclaimed. She leaned in closer.
We were now only a few feet away from the drive leading to the hospital’s pecan orchard. The easiest way to sneak in... A spot I hadn’t explored in over a decade.
“Tell us the story,” Anuacyl said.
Like a tour guide, I gave in to the audience. I drove us down that side road. On to the asylum’s haunted hallowed ground.
Along the way, I broke down Central State’s lore. The SparkNotes version, sure. But that was scary enough... Enough to creep me out for the hundredth time.
Built in 1842, the hospital never changed. Just grew over time in size and legend. Central State had issues. Nothing nefarious. The torture wasn’t purposeful. There were just too many Goddamn patients. If reports were true, the staff-to-patient ratio swelled up to around one to one hundred.
With no resources and room, the hospital had no choice but to cut corners. Crazed children were kept in cages, strait-jackets became part of the patients’ unofficial uniforms. Various “techniques” were used not so much to help as subdue… Cheaper, practical, sadistic methods ranging from shock therapy to lobotomies. Before the hospital finally shut down, studies revealed licensed psychiatrists were no longer on site. There was no rehabilitation attempted, much less possible. Central State Hospital was a tomb for the troubled. Both within its brick walls and within its twenty-five thousand unmarked graves.
In the pecan orchard, I parked behind a cluster of trees. Regardless of the high grass and dying tree limbs, the orchard was a sanctuary compared to the rest of this dead zone.
I hesitated. Scanned the property. A back building stood right before us. One of its doors wide open. But not even the bright sun could resurrect the frightening sight. The centuries of torture and victims trapped inside.
“I don’t see anybody at least,” Anuacyl commented.
“You know, I just realized something,” I heard Traque say. He laid a hand on my shoulder. His grin grabbing Anuacyl and I’s attention. “This is like the center, you know. The center of everything.”
Anuacyl chuckled. “What do you mean?”
Unable to control his enthusiasm, Traque motioned toward the building. “This hospital’s located between all of us... Like in the middle of our triangle.”
“It is called Central State…” I quipped.
Traque grabbed Anuacyl’s arm. “You’re in Augusta, right?”
“Yeah…” Anuacyl replied.
Trauqe turned his excited eyes toward me. “And you’re in Columbus still right, Rhonnie?”
Thanks to Traque, I was feeling more and more uneasy. “Well, yeah...”
With a wild cackle, Traque pointed at himself. “And I’m in Atlanta! Just think about it, man! Where we all live now.” He pointed at the hospital’s brick corpse. “This hospital’s in the middle of our fucking triangle!”
Anuacyl smirked. “So what? You’re saying this is like destiny or something?”
“Hell, maybe! I don’t know!”
Amidst their laughter, I looked on at Central State. The open door. The many cracked windows. We were now in the middle of these one thousand acres. Far from the main highway. All alone in this country asylum... And about to check in.
Everyone grabbed their booze and stepped out into the sunshine. Anuacyl and Traque had me play lookout. Not that I was complaining. I lingered behind in the orchard. Watched my two friends make their way to the ominous entrance. From here, I could tell Central State was a dark dungeon. Even beyond the grave.
“Y’all sure you don’t want me to come with you?” I hollered.
“No!” replied Anuacyl.
Holding his cell phone, Traque faced me. “You’ve already been.” He waved around the property. “Just lookout for cops! Call us if you see anyone!”
Smiling, I flashed them a thumbs up. “Will do!”
I stood there in the perfect weather. Took another sip. The beer did little for my nerves... not at this point. Once Anuacyl and Traque disappeared inside, there was silence all around me. No breeze, no sounds. Just a deathly silence reserved for graveyards. Of course, I wasn’t too far from one. This unofficial cemetery anyway.
In the orchard, I looked on at the scene. The rows and rows of trees on life support. None of them able to produce prosperous pecans.
I paced through the tall grass. Saw the surrounding wilderness. The forest a barricade between the hospital and safety. I then stopped and confronted Central State. That door was still open. Still a gateway to a disturbing past. I started to reach for my phone...
Until I saw him.
A short, skinny man emerged from the darkness. Right from the hospital. A white lab coat was draped across his nice clothes. A surgical mask disguised his face.
Sunlight shined off the man’s bald head. His huge goggles. And off the ice pick he held in one hand. The slender hammer in the other. Perfect tools for a good old-fashioned lobotomy.
I stared on in horror. Certain the man had a wicked smile behind that mask.
As the doctor got closer, I raised my iPhone. Ready to call my friends.
A sharp shot of pain made me cry out. The next one made me stagger back.
Those headaches got worse... Quick bursts in my mind. Each of them so sharp and scathing. This was a fucking braingraine.
Memories sliced into me. Me as a teen back in Stanwyck. Anuacyl and Traque watching Scream with me in Anuacyl’s living room. The boxed wine a flourish for our friendship.
Through the haze, I saw the doctor now enter the orchard. He raised the ice pick. His precise glare focused on me. His steps methodical and efficient.
More pain hit me. Grabbing my temple, I fell back against a tree. Too tormented to scream. Now I saw my left hand shaking beyond belief. Beyond my control. This Southpaw a slave to chilling sensations. To these shocks.
Call it a premonition… or even a flashback. But an image played before me like a frightening horror movie. I saw myself in a dark hospital room. A room without a window. No lighting. And surrounded by screams… How I ended up there, I don’t know. Much less how I recognized the Central State Hospital’s operating room. I was strapped to a table, paralyzed and still except for a left hand that kept shivering in fear. Helpless to a mad doctor’s touch… The same one from the orchard.
The ice pick came hurtling at me.
Crying out, I grabbed my eye. Too late to stop the sharp tip… The sadistic “treatment.”
A tight grip grabbed my arm.
“Let’s fucking go!” I heard Traque yell.
Startled, I looked on at him and Anuacyl. The sun was now fading, but I still saw their terror. The dread shared between us. .
“What happened!” I shouted. My mind racing but no longer in pain. My left hand no longer trembling. The mad doctor no longer here. “Where’d he go!”
Still clutching my arm, Traque pulled me toward the Camry. “Let’s go!”
“They’re coming!” Anuacyl said.
Struggling to catch up with their panicking steps, I let them lead the way. “Who?”
Then I glanced back. Just in time to see the doctor emerge from the doorway. His hammer and icepick at the ready.
“Open the doors!” Anuacyl screamed.
I just let Traque keep dragging me away. Too fucking terrified to move on my own.
Beneath the dying sun, I saw the skinny man march toward us. A female doctor right behind him. Several nurses followed them out. All of them holding scalpels and syringes. All of them disguised by surgical masks. Their piercing glares glued to us.
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