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Craigslist is an platform for online classified advertisements with a focus on (among others) jobs, housing, personals, items for sale, services, community messages. Craigslist was founded by Craig Newmark.
Problems in the last 24 hours
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Most Reported Problems
The following are the most recent problems reported by Craigslist users through our website.
- Errors (57%)
- Website Down (29%)
- Sign in (14%)
Live Outage Map
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Craigslist Issues Reports
Latest outage, problems and issue reports in social media:
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Aaron Lemke (@aaronlemke) reportedMy ADU was broken into recently and several musical instruments were stolen. So I built Vigilanthony An agent who tracks stolen items. It has a list of all my stolen items, and every morning scans online marketplaces like Craigslist and Ebay along with several **** shop sites surrounding the Austin area. It then analyzes the results and looks for matches with my item list. No hits yet but we will stay vigilant. ✊
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BO$$ LADY YVR🪶 🇨🇦 (@asbinvancity) reported@redumbrellaclub Absolutely! Remember when craigslist and ******** got shut down, and people lost their income overnight? Well guess what that’s not happening on Facebook and Instagram they’re randomly shutting accounts down for no reason and people are losing their money.🫠
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MD G (@yodamg33) reported@LeavingPortland Just get basic trip permits and don't worry about it. Expired trip permits isn't an issue. Or they could buy license plates off of OfferUp or Craigslist. Use them until they expire then throw them away. Or do what Oregonians do and don't use plates or permits at all.
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Abandon Comfort (@abandoncomfortx) reportedWhen I saw this log cabin for sale on Craigslist 5 years ago I thought it was a scam. I talked to the 80-year old owner on the phone & still thought it couldn’t be real. She sounded just like an old white lady. I was so impressed how elaborate this hoax was. Pulling down the long driveway, I still didn’t know if it would be real then there it was. Perfectly placed on the hill like something out of a fairytale. Everyone else interested in buying the property were going to tear it down. It couldn’t be saved they said. It took me the better part of 2 years but I saved it and in turned it saved me. It made me a believer again.
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The Automotivist (@_automotivist) reportedBought a broken 2009 Ford Escape Hybrid off Craigslist for $3,000 in 2019. The seller was told the battery was dead. A $50 charger fixed it. Ran another five out of salvage auctions the same way. The lesson was never the arbitrage. It was that the industry survives on the buyer never asking what a thing actually costs. BMW proved it again July 1. $2,500 quietly added to the X5 M sticker. Toyota $270 across the lineup. No headline. No email. No line on the invoice that says what it used to say. Friday's issue walks the July math trim by trim.
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Michael (@Holden_Rye_) reported@OfficialVivek01 Here’s a cleaned-up version with your voice intact, but tighter and more defensible: I just read the rest. You are correct: BTC is widely traded now. But I grew up with it before this version existed. We used to trade Bitcoin through Craigslist, meet miners in parks, parking lots, wherever both sides agreed, and do the exchange like that. I quit trading in 2023. From 2008 to 2023, I never once heard of Michael Saylor being some master guru or “King of Bitcoin.” I barely heard his name at all in the circles I came from. Then last week I started paying attention. And once I did, patterns started firing off. Some of those patterns connected back to odd BTC behavior from around 2022–2023. I have rapid pattern recognition and a nonlinear mind. Some of that comes from early trauma. Some of it comes from combat trauma. When a pattern keeps hitting me, it does not leave me alone until I look at it. That is also why I was a scalp trader. Early crypto traders like me helped map the cycles everyone trades now. We watched this market grow from nothing. So I understand BTC very well. I can even build a blockchain. What I saw last week was odd. Brokers, TV financial analysts, and even BlackRock’s CEO are now openly talking about Bitcoin cycles like they discovered them. That is insane to me. Brokers used to get fired for even mentioning Bitcoin. They used to call us criminals for owning it. Now they act like they found it first. We have known for a long time that the $16k–$18k zone is a major protected structure layer. When BTC dominance drops hard toward the 40% area and the market breaks down, that lower BTC layer becomes the level everyone watches. That is where you fill bags. So when Saylor sold BTC around that zone and people called it tax strategy, fine. Maybe it was. But that also means he understood exactly where he was selling. That was not some random level. That was the deep structure layer. So now the question becomes fair: Was it just tax-loss harvesting? Or did he, and possibly others, understand the protected layer better than retail realized? Because if someone knows where the deepest liquidity sits, knows where retail gets liquidated, and has enough influence to move sentiment, then every “strategy” becomes a signal. Then a year later, we see another unusual dominance cycle while ETFs are being approved. That does not feel like normal old-cycle behavior. Maybe I am wrong. But if you knew ETFs were coming, and you wanted clients, friends, institutions, and treasury players positioned near the deepest BTC layer before the Wall Street wrapper arrived, that would be a very convenient time for it. Then BTC gets wrapped into the stock market through ETFs, treasury companies, preferred shares, leverage, and institutional products. At that point Bitcoin may still be decentralized at the protocol layer, but the market layer becomes a farm. That is what I am watching. What moved before the wick Whale manipulation was never some secret to the old BTC traders. We all knew it was happening. We just learned the game, mapped the traps, and traded around the predators instead of pretending Bitcoin was some clean little free market.
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John K (@John71K33) reportedand not only have to keep solid relations with the fired Editor after the Editors cut was rejected & the Director decided reediting work on the cut wasn't what he wanted, so "you're fired". It causes a problem because I have to set up interviews, Craigslist won't supply suitable
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Ancient Bitcoin Man (@goodfella909) reported@BTCWealthWar you earned my follow, I find broken washers and dryers all the time on craigslist for free, the older ones are easy to fix and flip.
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Mike Mabes (@MrMabes) reported@35yearoldfriend If you want to talk to me about how to start a successful handyman business with no skills I have been a self employed gig worker since I started posting ads on craigslist 22 years ago saying I would come chop down trees and labor for $8 an hour. By the end of year I charged $25
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Andros (@0xAndros) reportedWhat a lot of people didn't know is that @samparr started 15+ businesses before selling @TheHustle for $40M. Here's how he ranks the best business models in the new AI world: S : Marketplaces "Probably the hardest to start, but the most durable." He points to Craigslist and eBay : once you get density (buyers + sellers in the same place), it's nearly impossible for a competitor to unseat you. The moat is the network effect itself. Hardest cold-start problem, but the payoff is a business that lasts decades. A : Agencies / Service Businesses "You have to deal with a lot of people issues, but they're great to start." His point is that agencies aren't the end goal :they're the learning machine. You service clients, learn their pain points intimately, and then use that intel to build products (software, courses, tools). The pivot optionality is the real value. AI systems also makes it much easier to scale agencies/services now A : Software "Anything that's really hard to get into will last probably a bit longer than another business." Public markets are discounting software right now because of AI, but his argument is that for most people there's still difficulty of entry, which equals durability. If it's hard to build, it's hard to kill. B : Events (B2B) "A lot of people are going to disagree with this." He specifically calls out B2B trade shows, less so consumer events (though Coachella made $200M+ in revenue just in 2026) There are event businesses doing hundreds of millions in revenue, very profitably. The key is B2B: you're selling access to a concentrated buyer audience, not $30 tickets. B : Media He owned The Hustle, so this is personal. "If you raise venture capital, it's going to be an F : the worst business you can have." But if you own the whole thing and run it long-term, great business. The split is ownership structure, not the model itself. VC expectations destroy media companies; bootstrap economics make them work. C : Info / Course Business He owns "copy that dot com"). "They can be great cash flow, but they're never going to be worth a lot and they're not going to scale to be very big." The ceiling is the problem. You'll make money, you just won't build generational wealth from it. C : Community He owns @HamptonFounders . "People are pain in the butt, but it's very fulfilling and it can last for 50 or 100 years." The tradeoff: constant member churn vs. extreme longevity if you keep delivering value. D : Middleman / Broker His dad owns a brokerage. "It's been an amazing living for him, but generally those are pretty hard because the margins are so small." The video about his dad's business went super viral, but the reality is razor-thin margins make it a grind. Works for one person's lifestyle, hard to scale. E/F : E-commerce "In most cases, I think that's probably the worst business model." No cash flow, tons of competition. This is the default trap most first-time entrepreneurs fall into. The through-line: durability and defensibility matter more than margins. The S and A tiers are all businesses with structural moats (network effects, switching costs, expertise). The D and F tiers are commodity businesses where you're always one competitor away from irrelevance.
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Stover (@StoverLoves) reported@AntonioAdkins17 I just did this. Everything g worked for about a week until facebooks “AI” invented another fake reason to shut down my account Facebook no longer works. People need to start using Craigslist again.
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Leo (@LeoExisting) reported@lalalvsz @eternallyevii Maybe check your local marketplace (Facebook, Craigslist, etc) I’ve found some cheaper ones that just really need to be wiped down
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l,alma (@lalma67) reportedcraigslist free section is 90% broken printers and someone's entire VHS collection of recorded golf tournaments from 1998
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Tyrin The Body (@TyrinLeeXXX) reportedStory time 😈 pt 1 When i was 16 i gave my *** up for the first time for the first time to some guy I met on Craigslist. I labeled my ad as 18yr virgin hole and I included pictures. After gettin what felt like a million hits I finally settle on one. We exchanged emails and eventually texts. I explained I was a virgin and looking to take **** for the first time. He had big **** and was obviously older (at the time mid 40s) He walked me through douching via text. I remember using my Gatorade bottle from my high-school gym bag lol to clean out. Which was easy cuz I had my own bathroom in the basement (perks of being the oldest lol). My bedroom was in the basement so I would sneak out of my house through the window, pushed the car out of the drive way so It didn't make noise when I started it lol. It was about 130 am when I finally got to his house. He lived about but about 30 minutes away. I remember being so scared as I got out of my car walking up to the door of his house cuz it was Hella dark. He opened it without coming outside and I walked in. He guided me through through the house, we eventually got to a door which lead to the basement. We go down the stairs and I remember seeing an entire set up, blue lights, music, giant *** bed and giant *** mirror in front. I remember sitting on the bed. He told me to get down and come over to him, as I walk over he drops his pants and told me to suck his ****. And which i did. I remember thinking his **** was much bigger and harder then my friends (we would sometimes jerk each other in the bathroom at school during lunch). About 10 minutes goes by and he tells me to get on the bed but get on all 4s. I started tk sweat slightly cuz i was getting nervous and I remember telling him again that I was brand new to all this. Telling me to just relax, he guided my body to an all 4 position with my *** literally hanging off the bed I was thinking i was gonna fall. He then gave me a bottle (poppers) and told me to sniff lightly. I remember getting the biggest headache and then just just laid my head and chest on the bed cuz **** was spinning. *** still up, he began to eat my hole. Never in my life feeling that sensation immediately tensed up. Things still spinning but slightly less, he tells me to lightly sniff again and then lay back down head and chest to the bed. So I did and he began to eat my hole. Now I'm feeling the euphoria of it all and he begins telling me to push out. I remember being confused and asking what do you mean, he stops and he said verbatim "push like your taking a ****" He hands me the bottle, I sniff and push. I remember literally feeling his tongue slide in and out of my hole. So for about 15 minutes so I'm *** up while he "prepped" me. Then he turned me on my back and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He put a pillow under my lower back and told me to sniff lightly like I've been doing. Now getting a good look at him, I realized this was definitely an older man, but we are so far in and hes clearly into what we are doing so I brushed the idea out of my head. Still slightly being out of it from the poppers, he tells to sniff and push out. I remember feeling the head of his **** on my hole and was hard and pulsating. I remember getting hard and he started to suck my ****. Only for a slight moment and quickly became brick. Once back to position, he then told me to sniff and push. Which I did. Once I felt the head of his **** penetrate me I immediately tensed up. Him talking me through it just said relax, sniff, and push. So I attempted to relax and did as I was told. Once the head was in, it was slight movement until I felt relaxed. He stroked my hole with the head slowly and repeatedly till I opened up which didnt take long after hitting those poppers. After a few minutes he told me I was ready and he went all the way in. I remember squirming in pain for about 1 minute till it just stopped. Then pure pleasure.
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🇦🇶 🔞NSFWROH 🔞 🇦🇶 (@NsfwRoh) reported@Papanicolaou_r3 Lewd models are fine and are encouraged. The issue is turning the scene into another craiglist. Lewd Models are aren't. Most of us don't want IRL nudes. There are other websites for that.
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EyesWideOpen (@ClarityHurts) reported@Thedude69750960 @bradleyryder @Cryptoboyy_Aji I did NOT have a "chance." I clawed success out of the rocky ******* ground. People make their own "chance." My fiancé and I rented an in-law quarters for $500 a month. It was ONE ROOM! So we slept and crapped right next to the kitchen. We had my pickup and a banged up scooter we got off Craigslist. Most times we took the scooter. Fun times. My fiancé waited tables and I taught piano lessons afternoons and nights, which paid the bills but still didn't offer much to save. So I went to a hard money lender (which means an exhorbitant interest rate and one year to pay it back - or you get your shins broken. But no credit check.) and bought wrecked houses, fixed them up, and flipped them. It was grueling work which cost me blood, sleep, and in the end a f'd up back. But we saved enough to buy our OWN wrecked house and fixed it up. Again grueling. We had to use the gas station bathroom for a months while we rebuilt the plumbing in the "new" house. Eventually, we started a new business and phased out the piano lessons and waitressing. Now we have four kids, and life is golden. Opportunity doesn't just fall in your lap. You have to fight and claw and dig for it. But it hurts. It's much less painful to sit around making lousy excuses.
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Hello, this is dog (Mastermk7) (@newswatchers077) reported@BrittanyXVenti Lol Craigslist Chrissie going to melt down.
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Me! (@Sky_Wrangler) reported@Headshok1962 Were they Down's as well? I mean it matters cuz I have to construct my Craigslist ad correctly...
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Polsia (@polsia) reportedCar shopping means checking CarGurus, AutoTrader, Facebook Marketplace, Craigslist, and more. Built CarMesh to fix that. One search across every major listing site — buyers find everything, sellers reach everyone. Bridging buyers and sellers. Live soon.
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❁Fat *** Kelly Price❁ (@LaFawndah) reported@iBOOMiSOON @King_Treesus @ctreid89 Craigslist for ***. I thought it was shut down in like the early 2010s.
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Parit (@KjdParit) reportedI posted an ad on Craigslist last month looking for a roommate to split the rent on my downtown apartment. A quiet, polite guy named Leo moved in three weeks ago. Yesterday, while he was out, a process server knocked on our door and handed me a summons for a $200,000 defaulted business loan. The loan was in my name. The co-signer? My new roommate. My hands shook as I read the court documents. I had only known Leo for twenty-one days! I ran into his bedroom and started searching his desk for answers. Hidden behind his closet organizer was a locked briefcase. I forced the latch open with a screwdriver. Inside were five different state IDs, all with Leo's photo—but under five different names. Including my dead brother's name.
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Ozzmak (@Ozzmak) reportedThe Last Chord His name was Elias Kane, and the music found him at eight years old in the back seat of his mother’s rusted Civic. A crackling AM radio played an old Springsteen song, and something inside his chest cracked open like a new guitar case. From that moment, the world outside the music felt dull and out of fifteen he was busking on subway platforms after school, fingers bleeding on steel strings, collecting enough coins to buy his first real guitar—a battered Yamaha acoustic from a **** shop. He named her “Blue” and slept with her in his bed like a sibling. His mother worked double shifts at the hospital; his father had left years earlier. Elias spent every spare dollar on music: new strings, a cheap tuner, then a second-hand Fender Stratocaster that hummed like heaven when he plugged it into a twenty-dollar amp that buzzed louder than it seventeen he dropped out of high school. “I’m going pro,” he told his mother. She cried, but she still slipped him forty dollars from her tip jar every Friday. He used it the way other kids bought sneakers—on pedals, cables, microphones. He learned how to record on an old laptop held together with duct tape. His bedroom became a cave of tangled wires and empty ramen cups.When he turned twenty, he cashed out the small college fund his grandmother had left him. Twelve thousand dollars. He bought a proper interface, condenser mics, acoustic panels, and a second-hand MacBook. He spent nights teaching himself compression, EQ, reverb—anything that might make his songs sound like they belonged on real speakers. He named his bedroom studio “The Vault.”By twenty-three he had four guitars, a keyboard, a drum machine, and a growing collection of debt. He worked construction by day, hauling rebar under brutal sun, then came home bleeding and blistered to record until sunrise. Every paycheck disappeared into better equipment: a new Taylor acoustic, studio monitors that cost more than his rent, a vintage Neve preamp he found on Craigslist. He poured the last of his savings—$8,400—into a proper recording studio session in a real downtown room with a grand piano and thick glass. The engineer was kind but expensive. Elias tracked ten songs over three feverish days. When he left the studio with the masters on a USB drive, he felt like a king who had just been crowned in secret.Promotion came next. He maxed out three credit cards. Facebook ads, Instagram campaigns, TikTok boosts, playlist pitching services, custom merch he never sold. He played two hundred and seventeen shows in two years—coffee shops, dive bars, house parties, even a few opening slots for bigger acts. He slept in his van so often the passenger seat smelled like him and cheap fast food. His mother begged him to come home. He smiled on stage and told crowds, “This is everything.”At twenty-seven, Elias had nothing left but the music and the debt. His mother had passed the year before; the hospital bills had taken the last family money. He sat alone in The Vault—now a storage unit he paid for monthly—surrounded by instruments he could no longer afford to keep insured. The walls were covered in posters of sold-out arenas he would never play.On a rainy Thursday night, he uploaded his best song—“Paper Hearts”—everywhere. Spotify, Apple, Bandcamp, YouTube, TikTok. He set the price at ninety-nine cents on the platforms that allowed it. Then he waited.The first week: 312 streams. Mostly from friends and family. The second week: 87 more. The third: No playlist placements. No viral moment. No sync licensing. No mysterious benefactor. Just silence and the low hum of the city outside.On the last day of the month, desperate and hollow, Elias did something he swore he would never do. He posted on every forum, every musician group, every social account he had:“Will sell my entire catalog—every song I’ve ever written—for one dollar. One single dollar. Just so someone hears it.”He waited twenty-four hours. Zero buyers.He lowered it to free. Still nothing. That night Elias sat on the floor of the storage unit with Blue across his lap, the same guitar he’d bought at fifteen. The strings were old and dead. He didn’t even bother tuning her. He just held her and cried like the eight-year-old boy who had first heard music on a car radio. All the money, all the years, all the blood on the strings, and he couldn’t sell one song for one dollar. The music had taken everything. And still, quietly, under his breath, Elias hummed the chorus of “Paper Hearts” into the dark—because even now, broke and broken, he couldn’t stop. The song refused to leave him, even if the world refused to hear it.
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Diluc (@hsaffiliate2025) reportedA company with 30 employees made $1 billion a year. Not Google. Not Facebook. Craigslist. At its peak, revenue per employee was 10-20x Google's. The founder did everything "wrong": rejected billions from VCs, ran zero ads, and demoted himself to customer support. Then within 6 years, revenue crashed 70%+. Here’s the real story. • Started as a simple email list in 1995 by Craig Newmark, an IBM programmer. • Friends asked to post jobs and rentals. He built a bare-bones website — intentionally ugly, like a community bulletin board. • Zero marketing spend. Network effects did all the work. • In 1999, he made it a for-profit company but kept 99% free. Charged only for some job posts in a few cities. • In 2000, he stepped down as CEO to become a customer service rep. He didn't like managing people. • The result: ~30 employees, ~$1B annual revenue (reportedly, around 2018). For comparison, Google's per-employee revenue was ~$1.2M; Facebook's ~$1.6M. Craigslist's was $20-35M. • They rejected every opportunity to make more money. Every niche they dominated was later turned into a billion-dollar company by someone else: • Jobs → LinkedIn • Housing → Zillow • Goods → eBay, Facebook Marketplace • Then crises hit: • 2004: eBay bought 30% of Craigslist without founders' consent. Legal battle followed. Craigslist converted to an LLC to avoid shareholder profit demands. • 2009: "Craigslist killer" — a medical student used the site to commit murder. The adult services section, worth $36M/year, was shut down. • Mobile revolution: Craigslist stayed ugly and desktop-only. Facebook Marketplace launched in 2016, fully mobile, with real names. It surpassed 1 billion users by 2021. • Revenue reportedly dropped from ~$1B (2018) to ~$300M (2023). A 70% decline. The irony? The same principles that built Craigslist killed it: • 99% free → no money to modernize • No investment → no strategic pivot • Anti-commercial → picked apart by specialists Craig Newmark today lives in an apartment, owns no car, keeps pigeons. He's donated over $500M to journalism — the very industry his site helped destroy. This isn't a story of failure. It's a story of choices. You can live by your values and be comfortable. But markets don't wait. Craigslist's decline was a choice. Takeaway: If you don't evolve, you get eaten. Security and growth rarely coexist. Follow for more real AI money breakdowns. #Craigslist #BusinessLessons
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Twatter Fools (@FlagTheseNuts) reported@Mariemintz33 @ColdblodedChrit Says the OF ********** who formerly featured on Craigslist for $40 and a hit of ****. Pipe down Marie - your receipts look as ****** as your loose vag
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Cori Arnold (@iamcoriarnold) reported6. I sold stuff. I got rid of a lot of stuff. With Craigslist, Marketplace, eBay, and many other ways to sell things today, you can bring in decent dollars for your stuff to pay down the debt faster.
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Chandra Shekhar 🛡️ (@cspaliwa1) reportedAssortment of problem statements / Hardest most important problems to work on list Craigslist for "mountains to move"
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mom's neighborino (@CaptainSlayAh0) reported@SocietyMovies buy stuff on Craigslist, problem solved
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Hassan with double S (@hbj_ca) reporteda man sold his own shadow on Craigslist. Now it rents out parking spaces in a dimension that doesn’t exist. Passive income is just a glitch in the algorithm of reality.
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Arben Prifti (@ArbenPriftiGoat) reportedHello. I am Arben. I have a terrible track record online. Tried to sell a bunch of stuff on Craigslist. Several women offered me their body in lieu of cash. Joined a dating site. All responses were fetish chicks. I didn’t know that adult women like to pretend to be babies. It was weird. Been on x for about 1-2 years. So far, so good.
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𝕮 (@XCzsnx) reportedThe house came with a basement I didn't know about. Realtor never mentioned it, inspector never went down there, and the floor plans showed nothing. I found the door three months after moving in, hidden behind built-in shelving in the kitchen that I'd finally decided to remove. Just a normal wooden door. Unlocked. Stairs leading down into darkness. I grabbed a flashlight and went down. The basement was finished.....drywall, carpet, drop ceiling. Completely normal except for one thing. It was full of my stuff. Not similar stuff. My actual belongings. The couch I'd donated last year. My ex-girlfriend's bookshelf that she'd taken when she moved out. A TV I'd sold on Craigslist three years ago. Even weirder: things I'd lost. My high school class ring. A jacket that vanished from a bar in 2019. My dad's watch that I could've sworn I'd misplaced after his funeral. Everything was arranged like a showroom. Organized by year, it looked like. Oldest stuff near the far wall, recent stuff closer to the stairs. I grabbed the class ring, brought it upstairs. It was real. Solid gold, my initials engraved inside. That night I went back down with my phone, started taking pictures. Posted them online asking if anyone had experienced anything similar. One person responded: "Check the far corner. Behind the oldest items." I went back down. Moved the couch from 2015, the mini-fridge from college. There was another door. Newer than the first, steel reinforced. A sign on it: "KEEP OUT - FUTURE STORAGE" It was locked, but the key was hanging on a hook right next to it. Like someone wanted me to find it. I opened it. The room beyond was filled with things I don't own yet. Furniture I've never seen. Photos of people I don't recognize.....but I'm in them, older, graying at the temples. A wedding album with my name and a woman I've never met. And in the very back, a small box labeled "2043." Inside: an urn with my name on it. I'm thirty-two years old. The urn is dated eighteen years from now. There's an envelope taped to it. I haven't opened it yet. But I can see my own handwriting through the paper: "You can still change this. The door only shows probability, not certainty. But you're running out of time."