Mindviewers Stories

The journey of a thousand miles will always begin with a step, I'm sure you're quite familiar with that phrase.

It will interest you to know that it's actually my first time trying to withdraw from the website, and to my biggest suprise the money landed in my local bank account.

It all started when I was invited to this wonderful platform by a friend. I never knew a day like today could actually come but I was determined to make it happen.

I made up my mind to save up for my Christmas expenses from this website it looks crazy though because at a point it was like one of the hardest decisions I've ever made in my entire life but as God will have it it become a reality

Going by my planes i was supposed to make this withdrawal by December but one of my biggest fear was mindviewers coming up with different forms of verifications. Honestly the thought alone made my heart so heavy that I can't continue.

My special thanks goes to mindviewers for being a major support to us especially those of us that are students.

I had been looking forward to my trip for some days now, planning every little detail. Tomorrow was the day I would finally set off on my journey just as planned. I had everything arranged my traveling bag, and my phone fully charged so I can be busy while on the trip. But there was one thing I overlooked, my clothes!

My mom had warned me about this countless times advising I wash my clothes early enough. I totally did not get the take her advice, thinking, It hasn’t rained in days; what are the chances it will rain now I questioned myself.

Just as I finished washing, the weather changed and the sky opened up. I watched helplessly from my window as the rain poured down, soaking everything in sight. My heart sank as I realized my freshly washed clothes were now hanging outside, still very much wet with water.

I ran outside, trying to save clothes from further disaster, but it was too late. My clothes were wet, and there was no way they would dry in time for my early morning departure. I stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of my poor decision.

At this point it is safe to say that I won't meet up with my schedule to travel on the morrow, but who is to be blame if not myself. How I wish I had listened to my mum

Wisdom tooth pain is no joke. I’ve always heard my friends complain about how painful it can be, especially when their wisdom teeth started growing. I was always so scared of the day I would experience it for myself, but then it happened. One morning, I started feeling a slight discomfort around the back of my mouth. At first, I didn’t think much of it. But as the day went on, the pain slowly started to increase, and by evening, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. That’s when it hit me – it was my wisdom tooth coming through.

The pain was unlike anything I’d experienced before. It was constant, and I couldn’t find a comfortable position to sit in. I kept thinking about how bad my friend’s experience was and how much pain they had gone through. That night, I tried to get some sleep, but the discomfort made it impossible. I kept tossing and turning, praying the pain would go away, but it didn’t. It was only when the morning came that I realized something strange – the pain was gone. Just like that.

I was amazed. By the time I woke up, all the pain had disappeared. I could hardly believe it. It was like a miracle. The rest of the day came and went, and there was no more discomfort. I thought I was in the clear. And true enough, as my wisdom tooth finished growing, I never experienced any more pain. It was almost like it never happened. But I still wonder how I would’ve managed if the pain had lasted longer. Honestly, I feel so lucky.

The Dark Highway

In rural Texas, there existed a stretch of highway known as "Dead Man's Curve." The locals avoided it, whispering tales of unexplained occurrences and gruesome discoveries.

One stormy night, Sarah, a college student, drove home from a late-night study session. As she approached Dead Man's Curve, her GPS led her astray. The darkness seemed to swallow her whole.

Suddenly, her car sputtered and died. Sarah coasted to the side of the road, getting out to investigate. The wind howled, and rain pounded against her skin.

A figure emerged from the darkness – tall, imposing, with eyes glowing like embers. Sarah tried to scream, but her voice was lost in the storm.

The figure beckoned her toward an old, abandoned diner nearby. Sarah's feet moved involuntarily, as if drawn by an unseen force.

Inside, the diner was dimly lit, with tables set as if awaiting customers. The figure vanished, replaced by a low, raspy voice:

"Welcome to the last stop. You'll never leave."

Sarah discovered she was trapped, with no phone signal or escape. The voice continued:

"You'll join the others, forever stuck on this highway, reliving their final moments."

As Sarah panicked, the diner began to shift and distort, like a funhouse mirror. She stumbled upon a room filled with old photographs – images of people who had vanished on Dead Man's Curve.

Sarah realized she was doomed to join them.

The next morning, police found Sarah's car, abandoned and covered in mud. She was never seen again.

Locals whispered that on stormy nights, Sarah's screams echoed through Dead Man's Curve, forever trapped in the abyss of the Dark Highway.