Mystery- The Haunted Town Of St. Nazianz, WI

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Mystery- The Haunted Town Of St. Nazianz, WI St. Nazians was founded by a priest who wholeheartedly believed to helped cursed the town. Over the years, the town has been hit with natural disasters and unexplained phenomena. Father Ambrose Oschwald was fled to Wisconsin in 1854 from religious persecution. The Roman Catholic Church had suspended him from his duties due to “mystical, prophetic, and heretical works.” Already, the scary history of the town is starting to make sense! Oddly enough, the congregation followed him. Once they got to Wisconsin, a “divine white heifer” lead them to the site of his new home which would become St. Nazianz. The community actually thrived. They titled themselves “The Association” and created an entirely functional society. Tragically, Father Oschwald became sick in 1873. Anton Still, a loyal follower, stayed with Father Osc...
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MY MIL TRIED ON MY $3K WEDDING DRESS AND RUINED IT – SHE REFUSED TO PAY, SO I USED A SECRET WEAPON.

MY MIL TRIED ON MY $3K WEDDING DRESS AND RUINED IT – SHE REFUSED TO PAY, SO I USED A SECRET WEAPON.

I (26F) and my fiancé (28M) are planning an October wedding. My future MIL had been pestering me about my wedding dress but declined when I invited her to join me for shopping. I went with my mom and found the perfect dress—expensive but worth it.

Yesterday, I came home from my mom's house to find my fiancé and my dress missing. I immediately called him, knowing he must have taken it to show his mom, as she had been demanding to see it and refused to accept pictures. When he returned, I was horrified—the dress was DAMAGED: the zipper was broken, the fabric stretched, and it was clear his mom had TRIED IT ON.

When I demanded that my MIL and fiancé pay for a new dress, she LAUGHED and refused to replace it, saying she would only pay to fix the zipper.


I was furious and desperate, but two days ago, something unexpected happened. My fiancé's sister came to me and said, "I was there and tried to stop them. I'm so sorry. But I’m glad I was prepared for this. Here—this will make my mom pay for everything." 

My MIL Tried on My Wedding Dress and Ruined It — She Refused to Pay for It, So I Used My Secret Weapon

АМАМI didn't think much of it when my future MIL kept pestering me about my wedding dress until I came home to find my $3,000 gown missing! The truth? She’d tried it on, ruined it, and refused to pay. Furious and desperate, I confronted her — armed with a secret weapon that changed everything.

I should have known something was wrong when Janet, my future mother-in-law, kept asking about my wedding dress.

For weeks, she'd text me almost daily: "Have you found the dress yet?" or "Make sure you pick something nice, dear. You don't want to look like a doily."

But despite her constant nagging, there was always some excuse whenever I invited her to come dress shopping with me.

"Sorry, I have a migraine," she'd say. Or, "Oh, I'm just too busy this weekend."

My mom noticed it too.

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"Strange how invested she is for someone who won't even come look," she said one afternoon as we browsed through our third bridal boutique of the day.

I shrugged it off, trying to focus on the excitement of finding my perfect dress.

"I don't get it either. But hey, at least I don't have to deal with her criticizing my choices, right?"

I turned to look at a different display right near the back of the shop. That's when I saw it: an ivory A-line gown with delicate lace detailing and a sweetheart neckline.

The moment I tried it on, I knew. The way it hugged my curves before flowing out gracefully, the subtle sparkle of the beading catching the light — it was everything I'd dreamed of.

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"Oh, honey," my mom whispered, tears in her eyes. "This is the one."

The price tag read $3,000. Which was more than I'd planned to spend, but sometimes perfection comes at a cost.

As I stood there in the fitting room, my mom snapping pictures from every angle, I felt like a real bride. Everything was falling into place.

I texted Janet the minute I got home to tell her I'd found the perfect dress. She replied within minutes, demanding I bring the dress so she could see it.

I texted her back: "Sorry, Janet, but I'm going to keep it right here until the big day. I'll send you the pictures my mom took."

"No. I don't want to see pictures!" she texted back immediately. "Bring the dress!"

I firmly refused again, and again. She was very insistent but eventually seemed to realize I wasn't going to risk damaging my precious and very expensive gown by driving it across town just for her to look at.

Two weeks later, I spent the day at my mom's house, going over wedding details and working on DIY centerpieces. When I got home that evening, something felt off.

The apartment was too quiet, and Mark's shoes weren't by the door where he usually kicked them off.

I headed to our bedroom to change clothes, and that's when panic hit me like a bucket of ice water.

The garment bag containing my wedding dress wasn't hanging on the back of the closet door where I'd left it. I immediately guessed what had happened.

"Hey, babe," he answered, his voice oddly hesitant.

"You took my dress to your mom's place, didn't you?" The words came out sharp and scared.

"She just wanted to see it, and you weren't home, so…"

I didn't let him finish. "Bring it back. Right now!"

When Mark walked through the door thirty minutes later, I knew something was wrong.

He smiled like everything was normal but the guilt in his eyes was obvious. My heart was in my throat as I took the garment bag and unzipped it, fearing the worst.

The dress inside was stretched out of shape, the delicate lace torn in places. The zipper hung crooked, broken teeth glinting mockingly in the overhead light.

"What did you do?" My voice came out as a whisper.

"What do you mean?" Mark frowned at me like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"This!" I gestured to the broken zip, the ruined lace, the stretched fabric. Tears filled my eyes as the full extent of the damage became clear. "My wedding dress is ruined!"

"It's… not that bad. I really don't know how that happened, honey. Maybe... it was badly made and tore when Mom opened the garment bag?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" I snapped. "The only way this could've happened is if… oh my God! She tried on my wedding dress, didn't she?"
"Uh…"

"How could you, Mark?" I pulled out my phone and dialed Janet's number. "She isn't the same size as me and even if she was, this is MY WEDDING GOWN! Not some sundress from Target."

Janet answered the phone, and I put her on speaker.

"You ruined my wedding dress! The lace is torn, the zip is ruined, the fabric is stretched out… you and Mark owe me $3000 dollars to replace it."

Mark's jaw dropped. "You can't be serious."

And Janet's reply? She laughed, actually laughed!

"Don't be so dramatic! I'll replace the zipper; I know exactly how to do it, and it will be as good as new."

"No, it won't," I replied, my voice cracking. "Repairing the zip won't fix the rest of the damage. I have to replace the dress, Janet. You know you shouldn't have tried it on, and now you need to step up and fix this."

"You're making a big deal out of nothing," Janet said sharply.

I looked at Mark, waiting for him to defend me. Instead, he stared at the floor.


My heart broke. I couldn't bear to deal with him or his awful mother anymore at that moment. I hung up the call, went to the bedroom, and sobbed my eyes out while clutching my ruined dress.

Two days later, Mark's sister Rachel showed up at my door. Her expression was grim.

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