Mia, a single mom, felt hopeful about her new boyfriend, Jake. They planned a weekend trip to his childhood beach house, and it seemed perfect. But everything changed when her son Luke found a hidden box full of bones, turning their getaway into a nightmare.
Hi, I’m Mia, and I teach fourth grade. I love my job because it lets me shape young minds and gives me time to spend with my son, Luke.
Being a single mom is tough, but I’ve raised Luke mostly on my own for five years. His dad isn’t really in the picture, so weekends with him are more of a distant memory for Luke.
Things started to change four months ago when I met Jake. He’s also a teacher, kind-hearted, and his laugh lights up his face. The best part? Jake loves kids.
But I wasn’t sure how Luke would feel about me dating someone new. He had always been so attached to me, and I worried that sharing my time with another man might upset him.
Still, I knew it was time to introduce Luke to Jake, even though it made me a bit nervous. After thinking about it for days, I finally decided to go for it.
“Hey, Luke-a-doodle,” I said one sunny afternoon, finding him busy with his elaborate Lego set. “How about meeting someone special for lunch this weekend?”
Luke looked up, a playful sparkle in his eyes. “Special, huh? Like superhero special or birthday cake special?”
“More like friend special,” I replied, feeling a bit nervous. “His name is Jake, and he’s a teacher too, just like me.”
Luke frowned. “Another teacher? Does he have a beard like Mr. Henderson?”
Mr. Henderson, our friendly custodian, was famous among the kids for his impressive salt-and-pepper beard.
I laughed. “No beard, but he has a really cool laugh.”
Finally, Saturday came. With a mix of excitement and nerves, I took Luke to a local pizzeria to meet Jake.
At first, Luke clung to my leg, unsure. But Jake quickly made him feel comfortable.
“Hey there, Luke!” Jake said with a big smile, crouching down to meet him. “I’m Jake. Your mom says you’re a Lego master?”
Luke looked at me first, then back at Jake. I saw a spark of curiosity in his eyes. He slowly took Jake’s hand, gripping it firmly.
“Yeah, I can build spaceships and T-Rexes!” Luke replied proudly.
“Awesome!” Jake said. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two sometime. I’m pretty bad at anything more complicated than a simple tower.”
That got Luke excited, and I could see his confidence growing.
The rest of the afternoon was filled with dinosaur facts, Lego tips, and Jake’s (not-so-great) attempts to copy Luke’s builds.
By the time we left the pizzeria, Luke couldn’t stop talking about Jake’s “funny laugh.”
That first lunch was just the start. Over the next few weeks, we enjoyed many outings together: picnics in the park, trips to the zoo, and even a hilarious (but messy) bowling game.
After several weekends of fun and a growing bond, Jake and I decided it was time to take our relationship to the next level.
Recently, Jake invited us to his parents’ house by the ocean. He thought it would be a great getaway for all of us.
Honestly, the idea of a relaxing weekend by the sea sounded perfect. Luke was excited too.
When we arrived, Jake’s parents, Martha and William, welcomed us with warm hugs. Their house had a cozy charm that reminded me of childhood summers.
“Come on, let me show you guys my old stomping ground!” Jake said, leading us up a creaky wooden staircase.
At the top of the stairs, Jake opened the door to a room.
“This is it,” he said proudly. “My haven, unchanged since I moved out for college.”
The room was a blast from Jake’s teenage past. Faded posters of rock bands covered the walls, their edges curling with age.
“Wow,” I said, feeling a wave of nostalgia.
Meanwhile, Luke raced across the room, his eyes wide with excitement.
He knelt beside a dusty box filled with plastic figures and tiny race cars.
“Cool toys, Jake!” Luke shouted.
Jake laughed, grabbing a handful of the toys. “These guys are veterans of countless battles,” he said, kneeling next to Luke. “Want to see if they can still hold their own?”
Luke’s face lit up. “Can I play with them here?”
“Absolutely,” Jake winked.
As Luke started playing, Jake took my hand and pulled me closer.
“What’s wrong, Luke?” I asked, my heart racing.
“Mom, we need to leave now because Jake…” Luke’s voice trembled, and his eyes were wide with fear.
“What about Jake?” I pressed, trying to stay calm.
“He was in his old room! I found something… something creepy!” Luke exclaimed, pulling me harder toward the door.
Confused and worried, I knelt down to his level. “What did you see, honey?”
He took a deep breath. “There was a box with bones in it!”
My stomach dropped as I glanced back at the stairs, feeling a mix of concern and disbelief.
“Calm down, sweetie. What’s wrong?” I knelt beside him, trying to soothe his anxiety.
“I found a strange box with bones in his room. We need to go!” he blurted out.
“What do you mean, bones?” I asked, my heart pounding.
“In a box, under his bed. Real bones, Mom!”
I stared at him, my mind racing with possibilities. Had I trusted Jake too quickly? He had always seemed so kind and caring.
Could he really be hiding something so sinister? Doubts crept in, and I felt a chill run down my spine.
We spent the rest of the day relaxing by the ocean, the earlier tension slowly fading. That strange incident marked the start of a deeper bond between us, and now we often look back on it with a smile.
Jake even chuckles about how I rushed out of the house with Luke that day, calling it a memorable adventure. It brought us closer, and I knew I had made the right choice in letting him into our lives.
I’m 18 and obsessed with using sunbeds… but people online are saying I look “burnt to a crisp.”
Megan Blain, an 18-year-old who’s hooked on sunbeds, says she won’t stop tanning, even though online trolls are constantly insulting her. They’ve compared her skin to a “dirty 2p coin,” but she feels stuck in a tanning habit she can’t break.
Megan, from Seaham, County Durham, started using sunbeds at 16 to keep a tan all year. She ditched fake tan products for daily sunbed sessions and even began using tanning injections to get a darker glow. Although she didn’t know much about the risks, she spent up to 30 minutes on sunbeds, sometimes using baby oil to boost the effect.
Teenager Megan Blain, 18, has admitted to being addicted to sunbeds, despite facing harsh criticism online and noticing concerning changes to her skin
Megan said, “I liked how I looked with a tan. I wear bright colors, and the tan made them stand out more. Once I saw how good it looked, I started going to the sunbeds more often.”
But her intense tanning routine has raised health concerns. Megan now admits she’s addicted and has tried to cut back on sunbed use.
She also says the tanning injections make her feel sick, and she’s noticed a strange patch on her skin that changes size. Even though she’s scared it could be cancer, she hasn’t stopped tanning yet. Megan has tried to go to the doctor several times but gets too nervous to go inside.
“I’m the type of person who worries about everything, so it’s strange that I’m not more worried about this patch. I know it could be melanoma, but I still use sunbeds, which shows it’s an addiction. I never feel dark enough,” she explained.
She says she’s stuck in a cycle of overusing sunbeds and taking injections that make her feel sick and unable to eat. She used to go every day, but now she goes about four times a week.
Despite getting negative attention from strangers, with some saying she looks like a “burnt chip” or a “cremated” version of herself, Megan still can’t imagine life without tanning beds.
Megan said, “Everywhere I go, people stare at me. When they say I’m dark, I don’t believe them. I don’t feel dark at all, like I can’t see it myself.”
She admits she wants to stop using sunbeds one day, but she can’t imagine quitting. “I wouldn’t recommend this to anyone because you could get addicted without even realizing it, like I did,” she warned.
Megan has tried to cut down, now only using sunbeds four times a week, and she’s using her TikTok platform to warn younger people about the dangers of sunbed addiction. She’s especially worried because more young people seem to be using sunbeds than older ones, and she knows how easy it is to get hooked.
However, Megan has also faced online trolls who make fun of her tan. Some compare her to “burnt chips” or say her skin looks like a dirty “2p coin.” One person even asked if the sunbeds “cremated” her.
While Megan’s views on tanning have changed, she still struggles to break her habit of using UV lights.
Megan said, “After two years, I’ve changed my mind about sunbeds. If I could go back, I’d never start. Now, it’s not even about wanting to be tan anymore—I just feel like I have to use them.”
She explained that once she’s on the sunbed, it’s hard to turn it off. “I don’t even like using them anymore, I actually dread it, but I feel like I physically can’t stop.”
Another tanning addict, Fionnghuala Maguire, 35, from Belfast, shared her story, saying she feels “lucky to be alive” after using sunbeds almost every day for 15 years. She started at 14 and never used sunscreen during that time. Fionnghuala is now warning others not to make the same mistake, having been hooked on tanning and going to salons up to seven days a week at the height of her addiction.
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