August 6, 2025 • 13 mins
In this episode of the ‘NeeNee’s Night Lounge After Dark Spiritual Tales,’ NeeNee narrates six different chilling, gripping and heart-wrenching tales. From stories of obsession and unrequited love like 'You Had the Access, I Got the Address,' and 'She Walked Into Hell at 5 O’Clock,' to eerie tales such as 'She Swam Into the Fog and Never Came Back,' set on the haunted Lake Lanier. 'I’m a Rose, Not a Rescue' is a moonlit tale of self-affirmation and dealing with envy, and the obsession-drenched tales 'Lurking Don’t Make You Chosen' and 'You Lurking But Not Chosen' conclude the episode with their study on digital stalking and self-identity. These richly woven narratives hold a mirror to human emotions, their vulnerabilities, and their darker sides with a spectral, sombre air.
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Speaker 1 (00:04):
You're here now. Welcome to Nini's Night Lounge, where the
stories don't just entertain, they linger. Some of what you'll
hear is made up, and some of it, well, I'll
let you decide. Dim the lights, lock the door, because
once the story begins, the spirits lean in and baby,
they've been waiting for you. Hey there, it's Nimi and
(00:27):
you've tuned into Niini's Night Lounge after Dark Spiritual Tales. Tonight,
we've got a real treat for you. We're diving into
tails that'll tingle your spine and twist your mind. First up,
we have a story called you had the Access, I
Got the address. Next, brace yourself, for she walked into
hell at five o'clock, then drift into the eerie with
(00:50):
she swam into the fog and never came back. Following that,
we have a tale titled I'm a Rose, Not a Rescue.
And to wrap things up neatly, we've got Lurking, don't
make you chosen, and you lurking but not chosen. So
get comfy because this is going to be one wild ride.
(01:10):
Let's kick things off with you had the Access, I
got the Address Once upon a late night stalk session
there was this woman, and let's call her Lana for
the sake of the story. She believed that attraction was
the same thing as possession, and oh boy, was she
good at stalking his socials. She knew every check in
every comment, right down to the filters he used. Lana
(01:33):
had all the passwords and pass codes, and she knew
every nook and cranny of his patterns. But here's the kicker.
There's knowing someone's routines, and then there's well getting left
on read. Just when she thought she had it all
under control, she found herself staring at an unanswered message,
those three ominous dots, never quite turning into words. Suddenly
(01:57):
the energy shifted, like the universe had been off balance.
Our guy had moved on, started painting a new story
with someone else. All those passwords and patterns she thought
were her special keys they turned into rusty old locks,
and Lona found herself with an address but no access.
The irony is almost poetic, don't you think She thought
(02:20):
she was weaving soul ties but ended up tangled in
her own web. That's life for you, always spinning, never
quite letting you get comfortable in one place. Now, let's
slide into our second tale for the night She Walked
into Hell at five o'clock Part two. If you thought
part one was a roller coaster, hold onto your seat,
(02:41):
because we're about to plummet into the aftermath. When we
last left off our heroine, let's call her Sarah, was
in the eye of a social media storm. Every post,
every clip was a new twist of the knife, and
she couldn't help but watch him craft this sparkling new
life without her. It was like watching a horror movie
with her eyes wide open, unable to look away. Every
(03:04):
post felt like a little funeral for her heart, a slow,
brutal breaking at the knees as the reality sank in.
It wasn't just the highlights of his new relationship. It
was the little things, the inside jokes, the playful banter,
and the stolen glances that were now directed at someone else.
She felt her resolve crack, her sense of self worth
(03:27):
crumble one post at a time. You know that feeling
when you're on the edge of a cliff and you
feel that gust of wind that makes you question your balance.
That's where Sarah found herself, living perpetually in that split second,
the ground she had stood so firmly on had shaken
her loose, and she was free falling through a world
(03:50):
that no longer felt like her own. And with every
falling pixel on her screen, she felt herself breaking right
at the knees, a metaphorical collapse as her last threads
of hope unraveled. It's one thing to lose someone, but
it's another to witness their happiness splashed across your digital
canvas while you're nursing an open wound. Yet there she
(04:14):
was every day at five o'clock, a masochist in her
twisted ritual, stepping into her own personal hell and baby.
That's where we find her tonight, not fallen, but floating
in that uncomfortable space between heartbreak and healing. Welcome back,
night Owls, it's time for part three of tonight's lineup.
(04:34):
She swam into the fog and never came back. This
one's a doozy, and not just because it takes place
on the enigmatic Lake laneer Ah Lake Lanier, where the
ghost stories and murky waters are just the beginning. So
there was this gal let's call her Jane. After a
rift in her life that hit harder than a summer storm,
she decided to take a solo trip to this famously
(04:57):
eerie lake. She was looking for a way to mend herself,
hoping that being near the water would stitch up the
emotional gashes a break up had left behind. But here's
where it starts, getting that special brand of creepy. Just
as Jane felt the first tendrils of peace rapping around her,
the wind changed. It was as if the universe was
(05:17):
giving her a side eye and saying, think you're gonna
heal that easy. She walked to the edge of the water,
feeling drawn to it as if it had whispered her name,
And as she swam out into the fog, reality began
to blur. The mist thickened, rapping around her like a
ghostly shawl, and soon enough she vanished into that gray nothingness,
(05:39):
a soul seeking solace but slipping into the shadows instead.
And that's how she became part of the lake's lore,
a story told in hushed tones, a name whispered amongst
the leaves. What did she find in that fog? Redemption, despair,
or may be something so otherworldly that will never quite
(06:02):
grasp it. Lake Lanier keeps its secrets, and Jane she's
now one of them. Buckle up, because we've still got
more to unravel tonight. Don't go anywhere. Our next story,
I'm a Rose Not a Rescue is coming up after
the break. Stick around nightcrawlers. You won't want to miss it,
(06:23):
all right, night owls, Welcome back after that eerie plunge
into Lake Laneer. Hope you're still with me, because now
it's time for I'm a Rose Not a Rescue Part
four in our Midnight lineup. Picture this. The world's a
garden bathed in moonlight, and every flowers in its prime.
There's a rose standing tall, vibrant in the soft glow,
(06:44):
while a peach hangs heavy on a nearby branch. The rose, oh,
she's basking, thriving in that silver light. The peach heavy,
burdened by its own weight, trembling at the thought of falling.
Let me tell you, folks, the world's full of people
who think they need to be peaches, rescued, cherished and saved.
(07:08):
But some of us, well, we're roses. We're not here
to be plucked and pampered. We're here to stand tall
and let our petals do the talking. It's easier to
ooze envy and spit hate disguised as compliments when someone
else is living their truth as a rose. Have you
noticed those seemingly sweet comments dripping with underlying bitterness, or
(07:31):
those meanings lost in the shares and reposts on social media? Yeah,
roses get that all the time. See when you're blooming
under the moonlight, people think your glow is up for grabs.
They repost your shine, but add a dash of vinegar
to the mix. They envy your thorns but won't admit it.
So here's to staying grounded, knowing that sometimes it's best
(07:53):
not to be rescued, cause, let's face it, a rose
doesn't need saving. She thrives right where she's planted. Stay tuned,
because up next we have the haunting conclusion with Lurking
Don't make You Chosen and you lurking but not chosen.
Trust me, you won't want to miss it. All Right, night, crawlers,
(08:17):
we've made it to part five of tonight's tapestry. Hold
onto your seats because Lurking Don't Make You Chosen is
about to take you on a wild ride through obsession
and lurking in the shadows. Let's dive in picture this.
You're glued to your phone screen, endlessly scrolling through someone
else's life. You watch them fall in love, share smiles,
(08:38):
and craft their own little moments while you lurk from
the dark corners. You tell yourself it's harmless, that knowing
every detail, every like and every comment is just a
form of staying connected. But we both know it's more
than that. You see, obsession, my friends, is a twisted
form of flattery. It's like holding up a mirror and
(09:00):
seeing everything you wish you had but don't. It's watching
someone else live the dream while you sit silently in
nightmares of your own. Making each post, each smile, each
little display of happiness feels like a stab. Slow, methodical,
and oh so personal. But here's the kicker, the saddest
(09:20):
part of all. Lurking doesn't make you part of their story.
It doesn't make you chosen. It makes you a ghost,
forever roaming in the background of someone else's vibrant life.
The hardest truth to swallow is that you're watching them
live while you can't even take a step forward. You
become a prisoner of your own making, trapped in the
(09:43):
vicious cycle of watching and hurting. So there you have it,
Lurkers being in the shadow doesn't bring you closer, It
only casts a longer darkness upon your own heart. And
do believe me. I know the spirits know too. They've
lived it, felt it, and now they linger just like you.
Stay tuned because our final tale, you Lurking but not Chosen,
(10:07):
is up next. Trust me, you won't want to miss it.
All right, my night owls, Let's round off tonight's spectral
soiree with you Lurking but not Chosen, Part six of
our moonlit saga. Still with me good, Let's explore the
twisted tangle of admiration gone awry with a side of
pick me poison. Shall we imagine this? You spot someone
(10:31):
absolutely fabulous, living a life that seems like a sparkling
diamond under the moonlight. They've got this aura, this jenose
equa that you can't help but want a piece of. Naturally,
you start to emulate their every move. Maybe it starts
with mimicking their style, adopting their slang or lo and behold,
even twisting your entire world view to align with theirs.
(10:54):
You think, if I can just mold myself a bit
more like them, I might get a taste of that magic.
But here's the raw truth. Trying to become someone else
is like pouring your soul into a sieve. You lose
yourself in the process, and what's left an empty husk,
my friends, a shadow with no substance. And let's not
(11:15):
ignore the whole pick me poison that's got folks tangled
up these days. You know the type, the ones who
make a spectacle out of their desperation to be chosen.
They twist themselves in knots, compromising their essence just for
a shred of attention. It's a sad state of affairs.
Let me tell you. Consequences. Oh, they're dramatic, a constant
(11:38):
flux of emotional whiplash, from the highs of superficial attention
to the lows of utter disregard. You're yearning for validation,
but all you get is a cold shoulder from the universe.
Why because you're not living your truth, you're living someone
else's fantasy. So here's the kicker. Lurking and losing yourself
(12:00):
in someone else's shadow won't ever make you the chosen one.
It just makes you another specter, a ghost in the
background of a life that's not your own. And trust me, lovelies.
You deserve so much more than that. Well that's the
tea for tonight. I hope you've enjoyed this moonlit exploration
of soul shaking stories and spectral truths. Wow, folks, what
(12:24):
a night it's been here at Mimi's Night Lounge. From
Lana's Tale of Obsession in you had the access, I
got the address to Sarah's spiral into Despair and she
walked into hell. At five o'clock, we took a haunting
dive with Jane into the misty waters of Lake Laneer
In she swam into the fog and never came back,
and felt the thorns and petals with I'm a Rose,
(12:47):
not a rescue. The mysteries of lurking and longing wrapped
us up in Lurking don't make you chosen, and you
lurking but not chosen. You night crawlers really know how
to keep it spooky and sultry. Don't forget to check
the show notes for any links or articles mentioned in
tonight's episode. I'm Nimni and this has been Niinnie's Night Lounge.
(13:10):
Tune in next time, where we'll unravel even more tales
that'll make the spirits lean in and listen. Until then,
lock your doors and dim those lights. The spirits are
always watching, baby. Good Night,
You're here now. Welcome to Nini's Night Lounge, where the
stories don't just entertain, they linger. Some of what you'll
hear is made up, and some of it, well, I'll
let you decide. Dim the lights, lock the door, because
once the story begins, the spirits lean in and baby,
they've been waiting for you. Hey there, it's Nimi and
(00:27):
you've tuned into Niini's Night Lounge after Dark Spiritual Tales. Tonight,
we've got a real treat for you. We're diving into
tails that'll tingle your spine and twist your mind. First up,
we have a story called you had the Access, I
Got the address. Next, brace yourself, for she walked into
hell at five o'clock, then drift into the eerie with
(00:50):
she swam into the fog and never came back. Following that,
we have a tale titled I'm a Rose, Not a Rescue.
And to wrap things up neatly, we've got Lurking, don't
make you chosen, and you lurking but not chosen. So
get comfy because this is going to be one wild ride.
(01:10):
Let's kick things off with you had the Access, I
got the Address Once upon a late night stalk session
there was this woman, and let's call her Lana for
the sake of the story. She believed that attraction was
the same thing as possession, and oh boy, was she
good at stalking his socials. She knew every check in
every comment, right down to the filters he used. Lana
(01:33):
had all the passwords and pass codes, and she knew
every nook and cranny of his patterns. But here's the kicker.
There's knowing someone's routines, and then there's well getting left
on read. Just when she thought she had it all
under control, she found herself staring at an unanswered message,
those three ominous dots, never quite turning into words. Suddenly
(01:57):
the energy shifted, like the universe had been off balance.
Our guy had moved on, started painting a new story
with someone else. All those passwords and patterns she thought
were her special keys they turned into rusty old locks,
and Lona found herself with an address but no access.
The irony is almost poetic, don't you think She thought
(02:20):
she was weaving soul ties but ended up tangled in
her own web. That's life for you, always spinning, never
quite letting you get comfortable in one place. Now, let's
slide into our second tale for the night She Walked
into Hell at five o'clock Part two. If you thought
part one was a roller coaster, hold onto your seat,
(02:41):
because we're about to plummet into the aftermath. When we
last left off our heroine, let's call her Sarah, was
in the eye of a social media storm. Every post,
every clip was a new twist of the knife, and
she couldn't help but watch him craft this sparkling new
life without her. It was like watching a horror movie
with her eyes wide open, unable to look away. Every
(03:04):
post felt like a little funeral for her heart, a slow,
brutal breaking at the knees as the reality sank in.
It wasn't just the highlights of his new relationship. It
was the little things, the inside jokes, the playful banter,
and the stolen glances that were now directed at someone else.
She felt her resolve crack, her sense of self worth
(03:27):
crumble one post at a time. You know that feeling
when you're on the edge of a cliff and you
feel that gust of wind that makes you question your balance.
That's where Sarah found herself, living perpetually in that split second,
the ground she had stood so firmly on had shaken
her loose, and she was free falling through a world
(03:50):
that no longer felt like her own. And with every
falling pixel on her screen, she felt herself breaking right
at the knees, a metaphorical collapse as her last threads
of hope unraveled. It's one thing to lose someone, but
it's another to witness their happiness splashed across your digital
canvas while you're nursing an open wound. Yet there she
(04:14):
was every day at five o'clock, a masochist in her
twisted ritual, stepping into her own personal hell and baby.
That's where we find her tonight, not fallen, but floating
in that uncomfortable space between heartbreak and healing. Welcome back,
night Owls, it's time for part three of tonight's lineup.
(04:34):
She swam into the fog and never came back. This
one's a doozy, and not just because it takes place
on the enigmatic Lake laneer Ah Lake Lanier, where the
ghost stories and murky waters are just the beginning. So
there was this gal let's call her Jane. After a
rift in her life that hit harder than a summer storm,
she decided to take a solo trip to this famously
(04:57):
eerie lake. She was looking for a way to mend herself,
hoping that being near the water would stitch up the
emotional gashes a break up had left behind. But here's
where it starts, getting that special brand of creepy. Just
as Jane felt the first tendrils of peace rapping around her,
the wind changed. It was as if the universe was
(05:17):
giving her a side eye and saying, think you're gonna
heal that easy. She walked to the edge of the water,
feeling drawn to it as if it had whispered her name,
And as she swam out into the fog, reality began
to blur. The mist thickened, rapping around her like a
ghostly shawl, and soon enough she vanished into that gray nothingness,
(05:39):
a soul seeking solace but slipping into the shadows instead.
And that's how she became part of the lake's lore,
a story told in hushed tones, a name whispered amongst
the leaves. What did she find in that fog? Redemption, despair,
or may be something so otherworldly that will never quite
(06:02):
grasp it. Lake Lanier keeps its secrets, and Jane she's
now one of them. Buckle up, because we've still got
more to unravel tonight. Don't go anywhere. Our next story,
I'm a Rose Not a Rescue is coming up after
the break. Stick around nightcrawlers. You won't want to miss it,
(06:23):
all right, night owls, Welcome back after that eerie plunge
into Lake Laneer. Hope you're still with me, because now
it's time for I'm a Rose Not a Rescue Part
four in our Midnight lineup. Picture this. The world's a
garden bathed in moonlight, and every flowers in its prime.
There's a rose standing tall, vibrant in the soft glow,
(06:44):
while a peach hangs heavy on a nearby branch. The rose, oh,
she's basking, thriving in that silver light. The peach heavy,
burdened by its own weight, trembling at the thought of falling.
Let me tell you, folks, the world's full of people
who think they need to be peaches, rescued, cherished and saved.
(07:08):
But some of us, well, we're roses. We're not here
to be plucked and pampered. We're here to stand tall
and let our petals do the talking. It's easier to
ooze envy and spit hate disguised as compliments when someone
else is living their truth as a rose. Have you
noticed those seemingly sweet comments dripping with underlying bitterness, or
(07:31):
those meanings lost in the shares and reposts on social media? Yeah,
roses get that all the time. See when you're blooming
under the moonlight, people think your glow is up for grabs.
They repost your shine, but add a dash of vinegar
to the mix. They envy your thorns but won't admit it.
So here's to staying grounded, knowing that sometimes it's best
(07:53):
not to be rescued, cause, let's face it, a rose
doesn't need saving. She thrives right where she's planted. Stay tuned,
because up next we have the haunting conclusion with Lurking
Don't make You Chosen and you lurking but not chosen.
Trust me, you won't want to miss it. All Right, night, crawlers,
(08:17):
we've made it to part five of tonight's tapestry. Hold
onto your seats because Lurking Don't Make You Chosen is
about to take you on a wild ride through obsession
and lurking in the shadows. Let's dive in picture this.
You're glued to your phone screen, endlessly scrolling through someone
else's life. You watch them fall in love, share smiles,
(08:38):
and craft their own little moments while you lurk from
the dark corners. You tell yourself it's harmless, that knowing
every detail, every like and every comment is just a
form of staying connected. But we both know it's more
than that. You see, obsession, my friends, is a twisted
form of flattery. It's like holding up a mirror and
(09:00):
seeing everything you wish you had but don't. It's watching
someone else live the dream while you sit silently in
nightmares of your own. Making each post, each smile, each
little display of happiness feels like a stab. Slow, methodical,
and oh so personal. But here's the kicker, the saddest
(09:20):
part of all. Lurking doesn't make you part of their story.
It doesn't make you chosen. It makes you a ghost,
forever roaming in the background of someone else's vibrant life.
The hardest truth to swallow is that you're watching them
live while you can't even take a step forward. You
become a prisoner of your own making, trapped in the
(09:43):
vicious cycle of watching and hurting. So there you have it,
Lurkers being in the shadow doesn't bring you closer, It
only casts a longer darkness upon your own heart. And
do believe me. I know the spirits know too. They've
lived it, felt it, and now they linger just like you.
Stay tuned because our final tale, you Lurking but not Chosen,
(10:07):
is up next. Trust me, you won't want to miss it.
All right, my night owls, Let's round off tonight's spectral
soiree with you Lurking but not Chosen, Part six of
our moonlit saga. Still with me good, Let's explore the
twisted tangle of admiration gone awry with a side of
pick me poison. Shall we imagine this? You spot someone
(10:31):
absolutely fabulous, living a life that seems like a sparkling
diamond under the moonlight. They've got this aura, this jenose
equa that you can't help but want a piece of. Naturally,
you start to emulate their every move. Maybe it starts
with mimicking their style, adopting their slang or lo and behold,
even twisting your entire world view to align with theirs.
(10:54):
You think, if I can just mold myself a bit
more like them, I might get a taste of that magic.
But here's the raw truth. Trying to become someone else
is like pouring your soul into a sieve. You lose
yourself in the process, and what's left an empty husk,
my friends, a shadow with no substance. And let's not
(11:15):
ignore the whole pick me poison that's got folks tangled
up these days. You know the type, the ones who
make a spectacle out of their desperation to be chosen.
They twist themselves in knots, compromising their essence just for
a shred of attention. It's a sad state of affairs.
Let me tell you. Consequences. Oh, they're dramatic, a constant
(11:38):
flux of emotional whiplash, from the highs of superficial attention
to the lows of utter disregard. You're yearning for validation,
but all you get is a cold shoulder from the universe.
Why because you're not living your truth, you're living someone
else's fantasy. So here's the kicker. Lurking and losing yourself
(12:00):
in someone else's shadow won't ever make you the chosen one.
It just makes you another specter, a ghost in the
background of a life that's not your own. And trust me, lovelies.
You deserve so much more than that. Well that's the
tea for tonight. I hope you've enjoyed this moonlit exploration
of soul shaking stories and spectral truths. Wow, folks, what
(12:24):
a night it's been here at Mimi's Night Lounge. From
Lana's Tale of Obsession in you had the access, I
got the address to Sarah's spiral into Despair and she
walked into hell. At five o'clock, we took a haunting
dive with Jane into the misty waters of Lake Laneer
In she swam into the fog and never came back,
and felt the thorns and petals with I'm a Rose,
(12:47):
not a rescue. The mysteries of lurking and longing wrapped
us up in Lurking don't make you chosen, and you
lurking but not chosen. You night crawlers really know how
to keep it spooky and sultry. Don't forget to check
the show notes for any links or articles mentioned in
tonight's episode. I'm Nimni and this has been Niinnie's Night Lounge.
(13:10):
Tune in next time, where we'll unravel even more tales
that'll make the spirits lean in and listen. Until then,
lock your doors and dim those lights. The spirits are
always watching, baby. Good Night,
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