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After a weekend of rioting and burning cities, I think it is very important that people be made aware of how the police are handling the peaceful protesters, as I have seen many people online saying that the police violence is justified due to rioting. As such, I have put together a collection of videos of police brutality, taken from twitter and other compilation threads I have seen scattered across Reddit.
Thank you /Bad_Cop_No_Donut for allowing this post - some other subreddits were banning this material, leading me to create /2020PoliceBrutality for the specific purpose of compiling a repository for evidence of police brutality.
Note If you are upset by this imagery, please do not advocate for violence against the police. Instead, encourage people to protect themselves with basic protective equipment like masks/helmets, and spread this information so the media gets a hold of it. Violence is not the answer, but neither is allowing the police to get away with these blatant abuses of power across the nation.

Alabama

Huntsville

Law enforcement shove woman and she is seemingly trampled | June 1st Link 1

Bentonville

Law enforcement gas chanting crowd. Link 1 Link 2

Arkansas

Bentonville

Law enforcement gas a crowd chanting “we want peace” right after exiting the building. | June 1st Link 1 Link 2 Link 3

California

Compton

Police beat person on the ground | (believed to be) June 1st Link 1 Link 2

La Mesa

Police shoot woman in the face | May 31st Link 1

Long Beach

Reporter shot in neck by rubber bullet Link 1

Los Angeles

Police intimidate person filming them by shooting at apartment building | May 30th Link 1
Police fire rubbepepper bullets at innocent protestors | May 31st Link 1
Police officer puts his knee on a protesters neck, is pulled off | May 31st Link 1
Police strike protestors with batons | June 1st Link 1 Link 2

Oakland

Officer runs down protesters with police cruiser | Believed to be May 30th Link 1

Sacramento

Police shoot protester in the head | May 31st Link 1 Link 2

San Jose

Police shoot a projectile at a protestor | May 31st Link 1 Link 2

Santa Ana

Police open fire on protestors | May 31st Link 1

Colorado

Denver

Police throw reporter into fire | May 31st Link 1 Link 2 Link 3
Police tear gas and shoot protestors | May 31st Link 1
Police fire pepper balls at car with pregnant woman | May 31st Link 1
Reporter shot with multiple pepper balls Link 1
Police officer fires at protestor while driving away | May 31st Link 1
Police pepperspray people trying to record | May 29th Link 1

Florida

Fort Lauderdale

Police Shove a woman down to her knees | May 31st Link 1

Georgia

Atlanta

Officer shoves a woman with his bike | May 30th Link 1
Cops pull people out of their car, taze them | May 31st Link 1 Link 2 Link 3 Link 4

Illinois

Chicago

Police harass and assault John Cusack | May 31st Link 1
Police pull men out of the car and throw them to the ground | May 31st Link 1

Indiana

Fort Wayne

Police tear gas peaceful protesters | May 30th Link 1
Protester hit in the face with a gas cannister | May 31st Link 1
Toddler teargassed by police | May 30th Link 1
Police pepper spray protesters attempting to record them | May 29th Link 1

Indianapolis

Police confiscate medical supplies from medical station | May 29th Link 1
Police beating, shoving, and shooting two women | June 1st Link 1

Kansas

Kansas City

Police arrest man, apparently for speaking | Jun 1st Link 1

Kentucky

Louisville

Police smashing water bottles | May 31st Link 1 Link 2
Police shoot rubber bullets at reporter | May 30th Link 1 Link 2
Police shoot 7 protestors | May 30th Link 1
Louisville police swarm and beat a man screaming on the ground. Link 1
Young woman shot in the head by a rubber bullet | May 30th Link 1 Link 2

Michigan

Detroit

Police shove and scream at men walking down the street | May 30th Link 1
Police pepperspray reporter holding up media badge | May 30th Link 1 Link 2
Police shoot rubber bullets at reporters | May 30th Link 1
Officer charges through other officers to attack a protestor who is backing away | May 29th Link 1

Grand Rapids

Cops fire flare at a man’s face | May 31st Link 1 Link 2 Link 3

Kalamazoo

Police fire tear gas at prone protesters | June 1st Link 1 Link 2

Minnesota

Minneapolis

Police storm gas station, attacking reporters who show press badges | May 31st Link 1 Link 2
Police shoot at a woman on her porch | May 31st Link 1
Police drive by spraying | May 30th Link 1 Link 2
CNN Reporter arrested | May 30th Link 1
Tom Aviles arrested | May 30th Link 1
LA-Times employee recounts getting shot | May 31st Link 1 Link 2
Reporter shares his experience | May 31st Link 1
Police slashes tires | May 31st Link 1 Link 2 Link 3
Bruises from rubber bullets | May 31st Link 1
Police throw flashbangs at reporter | May 31st Link 1
Police blind a reporter with rubber bullet | May 31st Link 1
Police shoot Reuters reporters with rubber bullets | May 31st Link 1
Police shoot at, threaten to arrest reporter | May 31st Link 1

Missouri

Kansas City

Police tear gas a park | May 31st Link 1
Kansas City police attempt to arrest a man leading the protest then spray the crowd. Link 1
Police pull protester out of crowd to the ground, and teargas nearby protestors | June 1st Link 1

Nebraska

Omaha

Police Mace, shoot pepper bullets at protesters sitting on the ground | May 31st Link 1
Peaceful protestors arrested for breaking curfew | June 1 Link 1

Nevada

Las Vegas

Police shove and drag man through the street | May 31st Link 1 Link 2

New York

Rochestor

Police shoot at people filming | May 31st Link 1

New York City

Police pull off protesters mask to pepper spray him | May 31st Link 1
NYPD beat people with batons | May 30th Link 1
Cop shoves a guy into a metal fence | May 30th Link 1 Link 2
Cop shoving a person to the ground towards metal trash bins | May 30th Link 1
NYPD rams protesters | May 31st Link 1 Link 2
Police assault protesters | May 31st Link 1
Police shove woman to the ground, inducing a seizure | May 29th Link 1 Link 2 Link 3
Police drive by man and hit him with car door | May 30th Link 1
State senator pepper sprayed | May 31st Link 1
Protesters with hands up assaulted by police | May 31st Link 1
Huffpost reporter is arrested by NYPD | May 30th Link 1 Link 2
Member of the New York State Assembly pepper-sprayed Link 1

Ohio

Cincinnati

Police disperse peaceful protest with tear gas, flash bangs and pepper bullets | May 30th Link 1

Columbus

Congresswoman Joyce Beatty reportedly sprayed with "mace or pepper spray" | May 30th Link 1 Link 2 Link 3 Link 4
Police pepper-spray a medic | May 31st Link 1 Link 2
Police mace an innocent woman | May 31st Link 1 Link 2
Police intimidating campus protesters by driving car towards them | May 31st Link 1
Police pepper spray two kneeling protesters | May 31st Link 1 Link 2
Police push and pepper spray reporters from The Lantern newspaper | June 1st Link 1 Link 2 Link 3
Police pepper spray African-American photographer | May 31st. Link 1 Link 2 Link 3

Oregon

Portland

Police violently break up peaceful protest Link 1 Link 2

Pennsylvania

Erie

Police officer maces woman and kicks her in the head | May 31st Link 1 Link 2

Philadelphia

Police beat down man | May 31st Link 1
Police drag cooperating man from car and beat him with clubs Link 1
Philadelphia cops beat man and forcefully put his fingers on their baton. | May 31st Link 1
Philadelphia Police Trap Protesters on Highway, Then Tear Gas Them Link 1 Link 2
Police officer pepper-sprays three people on their knees Link 1

South Carolina

Charleston

Police Individually Target Peaceful Protestor and Arrest Him | May 31st Link 1

Tennessee

Memphis

Police swarm a woman without provocation | May 31st Link 1

Texas

Austin

Police assault protesters | (believed to be) May 30th Link 1
Police shoot non-violent protestor in the head Link 1
Police use tear gas & rubber bullets on protesters | May 30th @ ~3pm Link 1 Link 2 Link 3
Police open fire on crowd with rubber bullets | May 30th Link 1
Police spray a man in the face while he stands still ~3 feet away from them. Link 1

Houston

Police trample protester with horse | May 29th Link 1
Officers shove a woman to the pavement | May 29th Link 1

Dallas

Police shoot unarmed woman in the face with a rubber bullet | May 30th Link 1 Link 2
Police use flashbangs and tear gas on protestors | May 31st Link 1

San Antonio

Police shoot man filming them with what were allegedly rubber bullets | (believed to be) May 31st Link 1 Link 2

Unknown Location

Compilation of incidents | May 31st Link 1
Police kick and beat a man with his hands up | May 30 Link 1

Utah

Salt Lake City

Police shove an old man with a cane to the ground | May 31st Link 1
Police shoot man on the ground in the spine with a beanbag point-blank | May 30th Link 1

Virginia

Richmond

Officer sprays a man watching from his balcony | May 31st Link 1
Tear gas fired at peaceful protest | June 1st Link 1 Link 2 Link 3

Washington DC

Riot Police rams shield into reporter | May 31 Link 1
Australian news crew and protestors attacked by police | June 1st Link 1 Link 2 Link 3 Link 4 Link 5 Link 6 Link 7

Washington

Seattle

Police beat unarmed man on the ground | May 31st Link 1
Police indiscriminately pepper spray peaceful protesters | May 31st Link 1
Police pepper spray young child | May 31st Link 1
Police initiate violence | June 1 Link 1 Link 2
Additional Seattle OPA Case Numbers Link 1

It has been said that the Mountain West conference is “At the Peak,” and to me, nothing illustrates that more, than the fact that there are 12 teams competing in the only NCAA Division 1 conference that sponsors e-sports. Of course, since the matches are played head-to-head, Boise State has an advantage because they tint the monitors blue, and play with all blue avatars; an advantage that is confirmed in their winning of League of Legends and Overwatch, but with the Spring season being cut, next year the Mountain West has announced that they will be playing Mario Kart 8, for the Nintendo Switch. Due to the large amounts of people in the Mountain West cities suddenly having $1200 burning a hole in their pocket, every store that sells Nintendo Switch has sold out of their allotment; yes, even, Amazon. So, thus the conundrum becomes: How can these players, prospects, and ordinary people practice in order to “git gud” as the gamers would say? Well, that’s where I come in. For, you see, since I am allowed out on the streets again, finally, due to both my prison sentence being cut short, and my work being determined to be “essential,” I had the time to scope out some places. Alas, while my cough and fever are not improving as much as I had hoped since I last got back from Italy, I did manage to find some time to visit all of the Mountain West cities in order to find the easiest place to get a Switch and Mario Kart 8 location. For simplicity’s sake, I am going by the football stadium since it’s a well-defined point in most locations – San José State fans, the football stadium is that big ovoid building at the corner of E Alma Ave, and S 7th St… It’s the place where the people aren’t on Saturday’s is September. Should you get hungry during your travels, I have also managed to find a some breakfast locations in the same vicinity

Mountain

Air Force

Okay, so I lied a little; I tried to get into the university, but, unfortunately the men with guns wouldn’t actually let me get beyond the gate on S Gate Rd, and I was still a little jet-lagged having just gotten in from Frankfurt after having woken up for my 0610 flight for the Linate to Frankfurt leg (stupid weather prevented the flight from Denver to ABQ, but my loss is your gain). So, while this may not be the closest, it certainly will fit the bill. Tyler-Jay Rowland who lives at 3075 Navigation Drive, in Colorado Springs was more than willing to help out, especially since his son, Jeremiah, was grounded for a month for staying out after curfew two weekends in a row. As the falcon flies, this location is 5.2 miles away; in a car, it’s not too much further than that.

Boise State

Now, I don’t, technically, hate the way that Boise is laid out with the river running right through the center of town, but even though Maci Drew lives in the Clearwater Apartments, unit 323, which is in a straight line, only a quarter of a mile from the stadium, you will have to go the Exxtramile, to get to her apartment. Also, she would like me to point out, that times for a waitress like herself are a little rough, so please, if you’re hungry, skip Taco Bell, and eat at the Bar Gernika in downtown Boise, right next to the Central Plaza and Century Link Arena. “We have wifi” she said.

Colorado State

This is, by far, the most remarkable location; I had completely forgotten that they moved to an on-campus stadium, so I initially went to the Hughes Stadium location, and found a big pile of dirt. And not much else – well, if you exclude the trees that formed a nice line, that brought me back to my college days. Having corrected my too old Garmin in-car GPS, I found Tim Thatcher on 604 Balsam Ln; he’s a little deaf, so you might need to knock like you are ram-ing down the door. He bought the Switch after his wife of 35 years died to help him grieve and spend his retirement, “but it’s just making me too sad lately, and I’ve never been very good at vid’ya [sic] games. I still don’t know how I’m supposed to save the princess when she’s trying to beat me… That reminds me of my princess, who I lost last year. She was so kind, we met in high school, I had an onion on my belt as was the style in those days. They didn't have any white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.” I’ll be honest, at this point I started zoning out because, again, fever. He honestly looked really sad as I was talking to him, so you might want to try to cheer him up, since he’s just a lonely guy bein’ a dude. In a straight line distance, you’re only going .3 miles, and it’s not too much further by car.

New Mexico

This is by far the closest location to the stadium. The UNM Lobo Club is a non-essential business in the state of New Mexico, and UNM and the Athletics Department realized that funding would need to be cut dramatically throughout the state, and with the sweetheart deal they got from the legislature this year, they decided to close all athletic facilities, including the Maloof building, home of both Eddie Nuñez’s office, and the Lobo Club. I suggest using the side door closest to the field level entrance of the stadium. That’ll take you to the weight room; an alarm will go off, the code is “1892” the year the football team first played (interesting tidbit: the marching band was founded in 1889, the same year as the university); from there enter the main hallway, and go to the first door on the left after you pass the restrooms. The last time I was there, they had a vending machine that dispensed free Mountain Dew; I was howl-ing with laughter after I found that. Also, if you see Señor Manta, say “Hola!” he’s been down on his luck since his family were killed in the accident, and now he wanders the street like a lone Lobo.

Utah State

It was like a bomb went off. No one was around; maybe they were busy playing Farmer, or having a bonfire out in the dirt behind the stadium, wit their brown-eyed girls, but Jeff Field’s dorm room, Aggie Village Community building 17, first floor, third window from the right (he leaves it unlocked, so don’t worry about access) has a Switch just sitting there on the bed, as though he borrowed it from someone, but never managed to return it before he left. Go on, take it, just say that it was yours and he left it, no one will check.

Wyoming

Cowboys and Cowgirls are just different, I guess; I could not find a Nintendo Switch in town for the life of me. I found many Switchblades, Light switches, and many wooden rods, so I took my horse down to Cheyenne, and found a recently laid-off Subway Sandwich Artist called Dom, who knew just where to look. He directed me to 803 West 21st St, Suite B. He told me, “yeah, the guy who runs this storefront, has a little son, about 6 years old. He keeps a Switch in his desk’s keyboard tray for when he picks his son up from school.” Because of the ordeal in Laramie, I asked him to clarify, and he did, “yeah… Nintendo switch.” He said as he looked around shiftily. If that doesn’t work you can always try Suite C, I heard they stock Switches… oh wait, not that kind.” I was going to ask him for more information, but he entered what looked like an abandoned brick building just passed the railroad tracks, “You didn’t see me,” he said. And I also didn’t hear the gunshots that went off as I walked back to my car.

Table View

School	Distance Driving (mi)	Straight Line Distance (mi)	Drive/Drone Difference	Variance (from all schools)A
Air Force	8.44	5.22	3.22	0.047
Boise State	1.00	0.282	0.718	1.069
Colorado State	0.420	0.312	0.108	1.792
New Mexico	0.206	0.191	0.015	1.920
Utah State	0.444	0.305	0.139	1.751
Wyoming	47.90	40.69	7.21	4.894

A: Variance is calculated based upon DDD’s distance from the standard deviation of DDD… Why DDD? Because, DDD is King.

West

Note: SDSU currently does not field an Esports team; I am including them because it seems likely that they will in the near future

Hawai’i

Hawai’i is interesting because the Honolulu airport has a much better open air location than the El Paso airport; there’s a water path, it’s weird man, it reminds me a lot of the Tiki Room at Disn… oh, yeah, Hawai’i, Polynesia, that makes sense. Anyway, the stadium is home to the largest swap meet’s I’ve ever seen. Unfortunately, I did not find any Switches, but I did find a guy swapping Macadamia Nut cookies for a few dollars, so naturally, I bought some. It started to rain, so even though many people are Rainbow Warriors or Wahine, as the women prefer to be called, I am not. I stopped in at the ‘Aeia Public Library for a spell, and my phone was dead, so I needed a place to charge for a bit. The nice librarian, Akela (“it means graceful,” I was told. After I asked, “like the wolf-spirit in Hindi myths?”), pointed out, that, “We loan out all sorts of stuff here; pots, pans, sewing machines. Believe it or not, we even rent out video game systems. Our most popular is probably the Nintendo Switch, but we also have a couple of Xbox’s and PS4’s.” I guess I looked very shocked because Akela continued, “with the military surrounding us, we, the library system, get a lot of goods from contractors who don’t want to have a lot of their goods shipped back to the mainland.” Seeing how much it cost to ship out, I completely understood, and bid ¬¬Akela aloha, and failed the Hawai’I test by passing out at the nearest Embassy Suites, in Kapolei, if I remember correctly (I probably don’t, I was tired).

Fresno State

A nice cow brought me to Clovis. Much like what happened in Las Vegas, it was not the cool one, but instead the one in California. She (I saw udders), brought me specifically to 264 Clovis Ave, and said, “what you seek, from my master, is in there.” I’m not sure if it was my fever, jet-lag, a combination of them, or something else entirely, but then the cow vanished as though she was just a thing on the internet. A stray puppy passed by me in downtown, so that was probably the highlight of the trip.

Nevada (Reno)

Look, I’ll be honest, Reno to me always makes me feel like I’m going to be leaving the city without one or both of my kidneys. I don’t know why I expect Renoirs to chew my body like a Pack of Wolves, but there you are. Diedre Thomas of 128 Keystone Ave, fell on hard times. She poured herself a glass of vodka, neat, and said, “you can have anything you want,” she paused briefly to wink at me, “for the right price.” I specifically enquired about the Switch, “Anything,” she replied. She pulled out what appeared to be a small glass bowl that looked like an incense holder, and a baggie of chalk dust, and… Oh my god, she was going to smoke cocaine. Anyway, as she pulled out the pulled out the baggie, I hastily took my leave. I then went to the airport and went to my next stop….

Nevada – Las Vegas

Can you believe parents still bring their children, like elementary school aged children to Las Vegas. And it’s not the cool Las Vegas, in New Mexico, it’s the one in Nevada; well, I guess, technically they bring their kids to Paradise, and not Las Vegas, but c’mon man, there isn’t that much difference. Anyway, head to the Excalibur hotels because Carla, the housekeeper said that on average 3 Switches get left by guests every day. I then felt really depressed while walking around the hotel, so I left to check out the Mirage, where I normally stay on these Mountain West trips. I also learned that if there’s one thing that freaks me out more than the throngs of people walking the Strip, it’s when there’s nobody around. Once the new stadium gets completed it will be vastly easier to get to the casino than at the current location.

San Diego State

I stayed with Dominic, at his house of Friars Road. I was starting to feel sick to my stomach with the lack of green chile, so it was so enjoyable to spend time with a fellow New Mexican (and my roommate junior year). He took me on a little tour: Balboa Park’s stadium (home of the former Harbor Bowl, and the first tie in UNM Football history), the USS Midway, and Ocean Beach. I had forgotten about the assignment until I looked down at my feet and found a working Switch. When it was still there after an hour, I borrowed a small boat, realised, I need a bigger boat and headed out to the Ocean. Having claimed rights, I then put it back, so you might also find it.

San José State

Look, there are a lot of people who depart from the San Jose Airport. The kids who travel on these flights are slightly scatter-brained because of the adrenaline of taking a plane ride (and passing through the checkpoint), and leave some of their electronics, and I found a shoe! A shoe! Who only puts one shoe on and then walks-off? It was an adult shoe, so it’s not like a child/toddleparent left it, no, someone made a conscious decision to leave their shoe… Maybe it was a protest? Anyway, just tell the guy that you left your Switch at the checkpoint, if he asks you what color it was say, it had yellow grips that slide off, but the screen was bounded by black.

Table View

School	Distance Driving (mi)	Straight Line Distance (mi)	Drive/Drone Difference	Standard Deviation (all schools)A
Fresno State	4.46	3.28	1.18	0.644
Hawai’i	1.420	0.696	0.784	1.001
Nevada (Reno)	2.410	1.69	0.720	1.067
Nevada – Las Vegas (SBS)b	18.426	8.93	11.258
Nevada – Las Vegas (NVS)c	2.125	0.590	1.535	0.391
San Diego State	9.861	8.08	1.78	0.252
San José State	6.575	4.60	1.975	0.164

A: Variance is calculated based upon DDD’s distance from the standard deviation of DDD… Why DDD? Because, DDD is King.
b: Sam Boyd Stadium
c: New Vegas Stadium (Allegiant Field)

Conclusion

Even if the stores are sold out of Switches, there are always places you can go to get them, some are definitely within walking distance of your house, maybe even right next door. If you do choose to do that, there are a few things to keep in mind: 1. Milk 2. Eggs, specifically from Natural Grocers, if they still have member pricing. 3. Chicken thighs
Wait, that was my grocery list for last week.

1. Basque food is amazing.
2. The addresses are real, any businesses mention are real; the people mentioned or alluded to (with exception to the person who has an office in Clovis, CA; and Dominic in SD) are fake.
3. No, I do not know who lives at the addresses, and unless you can look it up in the phone book, I recommend that you don’t either. Please don’t bother them.
4. No, I am not sick… I have a lingering cough from allergies to junipemesquite pollen.
5. I have not visited Colorado Springs/Fort Collins/Laramie/Reno/San José/Honolulu, yet.
6. Information for the other cities comes from my memory
7. I remember when Park MGM was the Monte Carlo
8. Is Secret Pizza still at the Cosmo? I don’t remember seeing it the last time I was there, but that might have been because I was on the wrong floor.
9. Toss a coin to your witcher.
10. Normal people stop listing things at 10, but
11. This list goes up to 11.

I’m not sure about where else to post this since I am aware my circumstances are unusual. I feel like I’m losing my mind and need to keep my wits together for my daughter’s sake. A record of the events will be kept from now on because I’m not sure if my life is in danger or not, but I will continue posting until I fully catch up to the present.
My husband signed up for the army shortly after our daughter, Corinne, began preschool. She was used to his long absences by the time she was in the second grade, yet didn’t seem to mind spending most of her time with me. We kept his growing addiction for gambling under wraps and it turned into something we couldn’t avoid in the City of Sin because bankruptcy drove us to a small town by the Nevada/Utah border. We moved into my mother-in-law’s in a large trailer home shortly after filing since she had the empty unit in the backyard.
It wasn’t startling to see the pristine garden my mother-in-law, Sarah, maintained since I’d heard about her sick obsession with perfection from Drew. Sarah set me up with a job in a diner in the heart of Pahrump. I was initially hesitant to accept a job referral from her friend because I’d heard little to nothing about her, aside from her scathing letters protesting our marriage and slices from Drew’s dark childhood. Drew was sent overseas a week after we settled into the oasis on the outskirts of town and didn’t seem the least bit remorseful about leaving. At first everything ran smoothly on a schedule consisting of dropping Corinne off at school, waitressing until I needed to pick her up and spent the nights together. Sarah invaded our bubble each evening with a treat of some sort, managing to keep Corinne up well part her bedtime and it showed in her daily school work.
Anywhere away from Sarah is a slice of heaven. Sarah’s wrinkles have yet to catch up to her well into her early fifties, simply a product of plenty of botox and cosmetic surgery afforded by the handsome insurance settlement. I’m not entirely sure about how Drew’s father died because he clams up every single time the subject comes up. She spends her time in town at the salon at least once a week to get a treatment for her long silver hair. Regardless of Sarah’s cold demeanor, Corinne warmed up to her immediately and loved spending time with her grandmother. It wasn’t a surprise since my parents died in an accident in my early twenties and she hadn’t known them. She had been curious about what it was like to have grandparents when we lived in Las Vegas and is still over the moon whenever Sarah gives her the least bit of attention.
The first red flag appeared when I received a letter from Drew with a complaint about the decline in Corinne’s grades. I stared in horror at a copy of our daughter’s midterm report with little notes about how I could improve her grades with more attention. He pressed me to quit my job and spend more time preparing learning skills for after school. Somehow he knew about how tired and worn I was once each shift went by without a single break. All things only Sarah knew. Home was a strangely isolated place since wi-fi was so spotty that Sarah refused to pay for it and cell service was equally as unreliable. I spend my time in the local library when Corinne was in school to find projects, books to read for bedtime and discovered the internet is extremely reliable. I use my cell as an mobile hot spot that was more like dial up to browse around on my tablet because it’s easier to write on there.
I received a letter from Drew the other day about Corinne not spending enough time with Sarah. It’s true that I’ve cut the late evenings down to an eight o’clock curfew, something rational for a seven year old. Corinne still spent most of the weekend with her grandmother and cut into my time with her. These actions led to a significant improvement in her grades, something I can point out to Drew. I’m hesitant to tell him about how drained of energy I’m feeling, despite no longer holding down a job and Sarah’s help. It’s easy to brush my health off with excuses of stress, nights spent tossing and turning. It’s just as easy to say it was a matter of getting used to a new environment, but a grace period of three months has already sped by.
My eyes felt heavy last week as I drove home from Corinne’s elementary school, although I’d had at least five cups of coffee through out the day while holed up at the library. I was relieved to see Sarah’s fancy silver Cadillac wasn’t in the driveway when we got home. The trailer was unlocked, but it wasn’t unusual since Sarah was dropping something off nearly every single day. I froze in my tracks and held Corinne back when Sting’s familiar crooning as ‘Every Breath You Take’ began to echo through the trailer.
Corinne waited patiently in Sarah’s prized massive gazebo while I checked the nooks and crannies of the trailer for peace of mind.The record player was on repeat on a single by The Police that I hadn’t owned before. I turned off the record player, reached into the junk drawer quietly and drew out the Glock my husband stashed there once we moved in. It was surreal to inspect the entire trailer with the safety of the gun off in a manner I’d only seen in police dramas. The residue of violated privacy burned and simmered in my veins despite everything appearing undisturbed. The bedrooms, closets, spaces under beds, cupboards and the bathroom were cleared in a matter of minutes. I stowed the foreign records in the cabinet above the fridge. Corinne came bounding in once I secured the gun and called her in, although the pit in my stomach evolved to an avalanche.
Corinne was the one to find the doll in the camouflage of the red couch and wooden exterior. She squealed in delight, sitting next to the life sized doll with big button eyes and a red embroidered lips over a cotton stuffed body composed of what appeared to be shiny, brown pantyhose. The doll had on a red dress with a white trim and buttons. Dark eyebrows arched above button eyes, matching the short and curly wig attached to the doll’s head. Corinne wrapped one of the doll’s stuffed arms around her shoulder, holding it in place by covering it’s hand and giggled. She held out a neon pink note attached to the doll.
My name is Peggy. Love me.
My stomach dropped as Corinne nuzzled her face in Peggy’s barely creased neck. Bright eyes and gleeful smile peered up at me. “It smells like grandma. She said to wait for an early birthday present.”
“She did? Two weeks is a little early,” I asked, trying to hide the trembling notes in my voice.
There was a hard rap on the door in a pattern Corinne composed with Sarah a few weeks ago. Corinne bounded to the door, while I remained frozen in a combination of fear and confusion. I sighed heavily and sat down on at chair at the small kitchen table, away from the creepy doll. My daughter thanked Sarah profusely for the doll, then progressed into what happened at school. Sarah pulled me back into reality when she placed a steaming cup of tea on the table.
“You look like you needed this,” Sarah said. A tight smile peeled over her plump fire engine lips, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “Is something keeping you up at night?”
“I don’t sleep as well when Drew isn’t next to me.”
“That reminds me…” Sarah paused for a moment, then opened the purse hanging off the couch and handed me a letter. Judging by the postage marks, it was another letter from Drew. “He told me that he’s going to be back next month. Isn’t that exciting?”
“Daddy’s coming home?”
Sarah wrapped a thin arm around Corinne’s shoulders. “Yes! He didn’t say when yet.”
“Don’t get her hopes up,” I warned quietly.
Sarah tilted her head at a slow pace, maintaining eye contact and the smile grew. I tried to stare with the same intensity, falling short compared to the animalistic twinkle in her eyes. She jerked her head suddenly in Corinne’s direction. Her movements continued to mimic the unnatural motions as she picked up Peggy and encouraged Corinne to follow her. Corinne’s auburn brows knit in confusion as her eyes darted between us.
“What about momma?”
“She’s welcome to join us, but I thought we could have a tea party with Peggy and stay up tonight. It is a weekend after all.”
It was difficult to retain a poker face, but I did despite wanting to lash back at Sarah. We both knew that Drew would encourage Corinne to spend more time with her and didn’t enforce a bedtime on the weekend. It was yet another losing fight and Sarah knew it. I smiled weakly at Corinne, encouraged her to get ready for a sleepover and returned to sipping on tea to keep my hands busy. An uncomfortable silence fell over us as Corinne zipped into her room for pajamas and toys.
I was happy to see Peggy exit the trailer with them. I remained at the table for a long time, drained the tea and used the remaining hot water from the kettle to make another cup. A little Crystal Gayle on vinyl lifted my feelings until I remember the letter from my husband. He made mention of missing Corinne, but didn’t express the remotest amount of love in his latest letter. He chastised me for not letting Sarah have enough time with Corinne. Praise for Corinne’s final grades was acknowledged, but the compliment was soured by how he insisted his mother had something to do with it. He made no mention of his return and ended the letter with a request for a new photo of Corinne.
The rest of the evening is a blur of a microwave dinner, watching The Game Show network while eating bonbons and passing out in bed with the television running.
“Momma!” Corinne’s fragile voice broke through the veil of sleep.
My head throbbed the following morning like a hangover on steroids. It traveled in electric shocks behind my ears, over my entire scalp and made the base of my neck ache. Corinne sat on the bed next to me, reaching an excited tone as she babbled about tea time with Sarah and Peggy. Her voice was suddenly quiet and hesitant.
“Mom?”
I glanced down at her through hazy eyes. “Yes, sweetie?”
“Did any of your dolls move or talk when you were my age?”
I sat up immediately and stared at Corinne’s somber eyes. There was no way she was making it up, but a distinct possibility it was simply a dream. I knew better than to brush her concern away and kept the realistic reason on the side. “When did she talk?”
“Last night after Grandma fell asleep. Did your dolls move?”
“No, sweetie.”
“Oh.” Corinne bounced on the bed lightly. “Can I have a piece of gum?”
“Go for it. Thanks for asking first.”
“You’re welcome!”
She bounced off the bed, bringing a large black purse with golden chains. Corinne felt around in the bag blindly until she fished out a pack of sweet mint gum. She grinned triumphantly, took out a piece of gum and returned it to the purse. She surprised me by sticking her small hands back in the purse with a strange expression of confusion etched on her face. Wordlessly, she took one of my hands and guided me to a section near the bottom corner of the purse near the seam. There was a small bag of sorts trapped between the leather and interior of the purse. I tensed up, feeling where the seam had been mended and knew it hadn’t been repaired before.
“Go get my sewing kit,” I requested.
Corinne ran off, returning with a clear organizer filled with supplies and handed it to me. I emptied the contents of my purse on the bed, then pulled the black and white polka dot material up to inspect the repair closer. Corinne turned the light on the nightstand on and I joined her to get a better view. The stitches were fine and dainty, almost giving the original designer of the purse a run for their money, but not enough of a match to blend in completely.
“Do not tell grandma or dad about this. I don’t care what they ask you, do not breathe a word of this,” I said firmly.
She nodded solemnly.
I opened the sewing kit up, located the thread cutter and went over the repair. I lowered the cloth back in and reached through the hole to the corner the lump was in. My fingers grazed a silk bag that I plucked up and removed. The black bag was the extra small sort used for events, showers and parties with a matching silk ribbon Corinne moved the purse, then I set the bag between us.
“What do you think is in there?”
“Nothing good,” I murmured softly.
The ribbon was knotted heavily on the outside, but some work with scissors broke the bag open. I dumped the contents on top of the sewing box lid and stared at it in disbelief. Several herbs I couldn’t identify were mixed in with a black resin, black rice, and a silver pentacle charm, the size of a quarter. I scooped the discovery back into the bag and bound the top with some thread.
“What was that?”
“Not good. Someone wants to hurt me.”
“Hurt us, you mean. They hurt you, they hurt me.” Corinne’s small chest puffed out and her hands rested on her hips stubbornly.
I kissed her forehead before standing up and taking the bag to the kitchen sink. Corinne observed in confusion as I removed the battery from the smoke alarm. I winked at her slyly and beckoned her to join me at the sink. She strode over hesitantly, glanced down at the bag and frowned. I produced a pack of matches from the cupboard above the stove. I showed her how to use the side of the box to light a match and held the burning stick over the bag.
The trailer shook violently, knocking the match out of my hand and it landed a few inches away from the bag. I grimaced, lit another match and the trailer shook harder than earlier. Corinne whimpered quietly, yet didn’t show her fear otherwise. I placed a match between my fingers, struck the side of the box at once and the trailer rocked again. The matches fell from my fingers, but two landed directly on the bag. I started demanding the evil leave in the name of the Lord. We backed away from the sink when the flames exuded sulfuric smells with a thick smoke in the wake. The smoke extinguished itself in a matter of minutes, and left behind the remnants of black dust. I rinsed it down the sink and opened the window above it to clear the air.
“It smells like rotten eggs.”
“When matches are struck, you can smell sulfuric acid.”
No need to scare her more than she already is. I switched gears, changed and announced we were taking a small day trip until the air cleared. Corinne ran ahead and climbed into the backseat of the car. I blinked a few times upon realizing the rims of the wheels touched the ground with rubber ribboning around them. My plan to obtain holy water and sage didn’t work without a car, but I knew I could venture out in the wild to find some sage.
We spent the day in the backyard reading books, sun bathing and distracted ourselves from the mysterious bag. Sarah showed up with lunch on trays and coffee for the adults. I played nice with the two-faced witch and helped her garden for a few hours while Corinne made mud cakes next to Peggy.
I’m not sure of what else to do, besides wait and see what Sarah does next. I managed to search online about the bag from the purse and the only clear answer to the contents is a hex bag. Only one person seems to dislike me enough to try to place a hex on me. The worst part is, I think the hex may be in effect.

"Four girls, returning from a Utah rodeo in May of 1972, were plucked from this universe and thrust into a world of bizarre terror.
Their misadventure began as the foursome motored down Utah Highway 56 on a dark, moonless night and they approached the Modena railroad crossing landmark.
The girls' names, according to the editor of UFO Roundup, have been changed to protect their identity. A bit more investigation, however, uncovered the fact that two of the girls were sisters and a third girl a first cousin. The fourth girl was a friend of one of the sisters. Since their real names were not used, no names will be used in this description of the high strangeness that follows.
Their auto, described as a 1971 Chevrolet Nova, was owned by the father of the two sisters. They were given permission to use the car to attend a popular rodeo held annually near Pioche, Nevada about 180 miles northeast of Las Vegas.
At approximately 10 p.m. as the four—all students at Southern Utah University–drove back to their dorm, they approached the foreboding region where Gadianton Canyon waited. Legends claimed that beyond the canyon was a doorway to another world: an evil dimension of horror and madness that the early Utah settlers avoided at all cost.
Through the years, it was said, many wagon trains carrying passengers and cargo became lost in the twisting labrynth of that horrible place and anything—or anyone—that entered its hellish portal was lost forever, never to be seen again.
Some claimed robbers waylaid unwary travelers, others swore the spirits of the damned roamed the Nevada Line during the darkness of night. The Book of Mormon taught the faithful that the area was haunted by the Nephites and Lamanites, terrorist criminals whose legions grew from before the days that Christ walked upon Earth. Or so the legends and Book of Mormon claimed.
As the girls approached the Union Pacific rail line, the headlights of their car lit up a sharp fork ahead. The road leading off Highway 56 looked inviting. It seemed to be a more direct route back to their dorm. Their landlady, a stickler on curfews, always locked the doors by midnight and it was already half past ten. None of the girls relished the thought of arriving late and being forced to sleep in the car. The opportunity to take what seemed a short-cut strongly appealed to them.
The mysterious road curved sharply away from the main road towards the direction of the ominous Gadianton Canyon in the distance.
Despite the stories of the canyon, the girls decided to take the road. They chatted happily about the day's events as the car wound its way deeper into the foreboding canyon. As they drove, the dark rock walls inched ever closer to the crumbling edge of the thin ribbon of asphalt.
Somewhere along the way the road changed from an asphalt pavement to cracked concrete.
Abruptly, one of the girls shrieked, "Look out!" The road suddenly ended at a towering rock wall. They were boxed in by the canyon and had no choice but to turn around and go back the way they'd come. The three girls moaned and complained to the driver. Now they'd all have to sleep in the car. They'd never make it back to the dorm in time because the "short-cut" cost them at least a wasted half hour of driving.
As they wound their way back towards Highway 56 they left the walls of the oppressive canyon behind them and emerged into the countryside again. Several minutes passed before they noticed the landscape had dramatically changed.
What was desolate, wind-swept desert sand, dotted with dry sagebrush, stubby ocotillo and gnarled Spanish bayonet, was now lush fields of ripening wheat under a clear, moonlit sky. In the distance, the water of a large lake shimmered, silvery under a bright moon.
Yet the moon should not have been visible that night.
Later, they recalled at that moment they felt they'd driven into a different world. The events that followed proved them right.
As they continued onwards, they marveled at tall stands of Ponderosa pine where no such trees should have existed in the desert.
Suddenly, a bright light off the roadway ahead captured their attention.
Now the girls were on edge. They had no idea where they were and wherever it was it didn't look like either Utah or Nevada. Maybe someone could help point them in the right direction so they could get back onto Highway 56 and finally reach their dorm.
Approaching the light ahead of them, they discovered it came from a large building—some kind of roadhouse or restaurant. The place sat in the middle of a large parking lot and a blazing neon sign on the roof spelled out a message—at least that's what the girls assumed the sign was for because they couldn't read it. The sign's brilliantly glowing symbols were composed of strangely twisted lines creating of a mosaic of weird curves…a written language unknown to any of them.
Without warning, very tall people burst from the roadhouse. Quite a number poured through the front door spilling into the parking lot. Some of the roadhouse people seemed upset by the girls' arrival. They waved their arms at the girls. Others shouted and pointed at the girls and the Nova.
Later, the girls recalled the people from the roadhouse seemed shocked and frightened at the appearance of the Chevrolet driving into the parking lot.
As the girls pulled into the lot, one of them in the back seat got a good look at the throng of people milling outside the building.
The girl who got the first good look at the growing crowd let out a bloodcurdling scream.
According to a transcript [edited for clarity] appearing on Sightings.com, the girls' conversation at that point became panic-stricken and choked with rising horror:
"What—?"
"Get out of here!" the girl screamed. "Punch it!"
And then the other girl in the back seat caught a chilling glimpse of the people moving towards them and she got a good look at their faces.
"Step on it!" she yelled too, her voice shaking with fear. Burning rubber, the Nova fishtailed away from the strange roadhouse.
Now the girls in the rear seat sobbed in terror. Haltingly, they explained to the girls in the front seat why they'd screamed.
The things they saw back at the roadhouse had at first looked like people. But when they got a better look at what was approaching them, it was clear the things weren't human.
Wherever the four girls were, they were no where near Modena—no where near any place they'd ever heard of on Earth. Then their horror intensified.
As they raced through the forbidding night on a strange road passing the strange lake, intense lights lit up their car from behind. The girls in the back saw the lights at the same time the driver saw them in her rear-view mirror.
"Oh, my God! They're coming after us!"
"Go faster. Faster!"
Four freakish, egg-shaped vehicles, humming and whining loudly, closed in on the speeding Nova. Each small vehicle had one large headlight and two front wheels. From what the girls could see, the vehicles had only one rear wheel.
"Go faster! They're gaining on us!" one of the girls in the rear shrieked.
The Nova's engine roared as its speed crept towards 80 miles per hour. Still the crazy egg-shaped cars pursued them.
Then the girls were back into the canyon. The Nova's roaring engine reverberated off the sheer rock walls. A rooster tail of dust rose up behind them and soon none of the girls could spot the whirring egg-shaped things anymore.
As they flew out of the canyon and into the desert, the road before them all but disappeared. The car bucked crazily over sagebrush and sand. Although it quickly slowed, the Nova skidded out of control sliding into an arroyo and crashing into the bottom. The engine died.
Although badly shaken, none of the girls were seriously hurt. The car, however was undriveable; three of the tires were flat.
After sleeping in the car until sunrise, they walked towards Highway 56 several miles away. Finally, tired, hungry and still terribly frightened by their unworldly experience, they spotted a Utah Highway Patrol car and waved it over.
The trooper listened to their story.
The official report to the Utah Highway Patrol
The details of the report to the Utah Highway Patrol have been muddied over the years. Most versions of the incident list the trooper at the scene as a "Vic Lundquist." But the officer was not a man*, as many assumed, nor was the trooper's name "Lundquist."
(*"not a man", not sure exactly what this means; does it imply he was a MIB?)
As best as can be determined, Trooper Victoria "Vic" Lindquist took the report, and the details of the accident investigation make fascinating reading. They tend to support the girls' testimony of what transpired that strange night off Highway 56 in the barren desert near Modena.
Three amazing details jump from the pages of the official report:

1. No tire tracks were found where the Nova left Highway 56 in Modena as it headed for the canyon area.
   
2. Of the tire tracks that were found, pointing in the direction of Highway 56, they extended only about 200 yards back into the desert and then abruptly disappeared.
   
3. Left unexplained: how did the automobile travel almost two miles off of Highway 56 without leaving any physical trace upon the surrounding desert?
   

http://beforeitsnews.com/beyond-science/2012/01/multiverse-mayhem-screaming-girls-sucked-into-alternate-universe-1700705.html