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Its simple, memory safe, and capable of outperforming other low level languages in benchmark tests.
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After recently moving out of that house and with no incidents in the month since moving, I feel like I'm ready to share my story. Essentially, in the house my family used to live in, there was some sort of entity that could shapeshift and look and 'mimic' people/animals.
The first encounter happened in late 2019, after we had already lived in the house for well over a decade. I was in bed with my girlfriend. We hadn't yet fallen asleep that night, and I was getting out of bed to go to the toilet before going to sleep. On the way out I turned off the light. When I returned and opened the door, she called out and asked who was coming in. I responded that it was obviously me, and she screamed, so I turned on the light. She was freaking out, so I asked her what was going on. She said that a couple of minutes before I got back, someone (who she presumed was me) had entered the room, got into bed and started cuddling up to her. when I actually came back and she realized that she wasn't laying next to me, she moved as far away as possible, but when I turned the light on, no one was in the room besides us. She said it felt just like me cuddling up to her. We ended up staying at her place that night, and she refused to ever come back.
The next incident happened on the 11th of July 2020 (I looked up the date of a football game that was on). I was watching the TV by myself when my dad opened the door and stood in the doorway. I wasn't paying much attention to him and absent-mindedly asked him if he ended up watching the end of the game his team was playing in (they had made a pretty good comeback). He didn't respond, so I looked over at him, and noticed that he was wearing one of my shirts, which was weird because it's not something he had ever done before. I then looked down and noticed that both of his legs were there. He had a leg amputated in 2017. Normally, he'd have a fake leg, one that is basically just a metal pole with a foot on the end, not one you could mistake for an actual leg. I must have had a serious look of shock on my face, because right after looking at his legs and noticing what was wrong, he backed away and slammed the door. I ran down to the back shed where my dad was earlier and found him there. I asked if he had just been in the house. He said he hadn't left the shed in hours. I didn't want to tell him what happened so I just said I thought I had heard him calling. I found the shirt 'dad' was wearing on my floor along with a bunch of other dirty clothes.
The next case also involves the mimic pretending to be dad. Dad is a diabetic and will occasionally have a hypo, where he becomes non-responsive and it can sort of like talking to a child who will hardly respond and doesn't know where they are or what's going on. Mum found him sitting on the couch, and he wouldn't respond to her when she talked or nudged him, so she worried that he was having a hypo. She went out to the kitchen to get insulin, but when she returned, he wasn't on the couch. she then freaked out because she couldn't find him. After searching for a few minutes, she tried calling him, hoping that his phone was on him and she'd be able to hear it. Dad answered his phone. He'd been at work the whole time.
The last encounter we had was a couple of months ago, about a week after our dog had passed away (she was old, I don't think the mimic caused it if you were wondering). We were in the kitchen, from where you can see down the hallway. leading off the hallway is another short hallway part, with a door on the end where our dog's doggie-door is. We heard the doggie-door open, which was strange as we only had the one pet. We looked down the hall and saw what looked exactly like our dog. Mum was besides herself with fright and said that 'now it looks like Molly (our dog).' I was scared too but aggressively said to it 'We know you're not her, she's dead, FUCK OFF.' Then it made a horrifying noise, it sounded like a cat who had had it's tail stomped on. It then bolted out of sight and through the doggie-door.
Mum and Dad decided that they wanted to move, so luckily we were able to move out about a month go. I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary since that last incident, so I'm hoping it was attached more to the house than us.
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