Given a post that is a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation and an associated claim about its type, verify if the claim is true or not. The claim asks if the posts are historical or hypothetical. The posts are "HISTORICAL" when the author has already done something and they are "HYPOTHETICAL" when the author is considering doing something in the future. Say 'yes' if the claim is true otherwise say 'no'

Input: Consider Input: CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : I have a good friend with three kids, two of which are the same age as mine. When we had our first babies, we did everything together and were great support for each other.

Her third child is still having naps during the day so sometimes it's best for us to hang out at her house. Which I dread.

Her house is filthy. Not just 'I have three kids and haven't tidied up' kind of mess - way worse than that. Her couch is always sticky with some food stuffs and has crusted milk on the arms from gosh knows when. The floor is a mixture of sticky and crusty with crumbs, sand, food etc. 

They can't eat at the dining table because it's a mountain of washing and so the kids eat on the floor in the lounge room, making even more mess. Instead of cleaning the mess off the floor, she lets the dogs in to lick it all up. Which creates more mess because the dog hair is everywhere. One time I came around, her one year old looked like he had a beard from the amount of hair that was on his face. I cleaned it off and she just laughed, saying he always has a beard.

The kids each have a separate room but their doors can't be fully opened because there is stuff everywhere. They have to stand on top of mountains of toys and clothes to get to their beds. The kitchen bin is always overflowing and the youngest is often found playing with overflowing rubbish that has fallen out the top. 

She has a supportive husband so she doesn't need to go to work, plus has a nanny come in two days a week to help out. Her parents also come around a couple of times a week to fold laundry and clear her dining table. She's in good mental health and is a wonderful mother, but I don't know whether she sees how bad her house is getting.

I really don't want to go around to her house and have started keeping track of her baby's nap times so I can suggest activities outside of the house. I like spending time with her and our kids get along great, but the filth just gets to me. I'm almost at the point of telling her I don't want to go over there any more. AITA? 

Output: yes


Input: Consider Input: CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST :  I consider myself a religious person who believes there is a spiritual side to our world beyond nature. But **I don't believe in ghosts**. Once a person dies, they go onward, they do not remain earthbound. Yet this is why I am still left searching for an explanation to a series of strange encounters my family experienced 44 years ago. When I was about 9, **my family and I moved** into a three-bedroom bungalow in Central California. Besides it being small, and my brothers and sisters and me having to share bedrooms, the only really unusual feature of that house was that standing at the front door, you could see all the way through the living room, kitchen, back hall, and out the back door. Not long after moving in, **we began to see glimpses of an elderly man**. I still remember him vividly: He had white hair and was always was wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans. Sometimes we'd be in the living room and see a glimpse of him at the back door. Or one of us would be walking down the back hallway and spot him in the living room. It was always just a momentary glimpse. If you looked again, nothing would be there. One night, it was just Mom and me at home. My brother, John, with whom I shared a bedroom, was away with my grandparents. When it was time for bed, I hugged my mom goodnight and went to my room without bothering to turn on the light. I could hear Duchess, our little black mutt, thumping her tail. When I hopped into bed, I patted the foot of my bed and called to Duchess to come join me. **I could hear her nails click on the floor** as she walked across the room and felt her weight as she jumped onto the foot of the bed. Immediately, though, the weight became unbearably heavy. It was so heavy that my feet were bent backward and downward. It was also extremely hot. **I was suddenly very afraid.** I shouted at the dog to get off and I sat up to push her with my hands.  Nothing was there. The weight and heat were immediately gone. I ran out to my mom to discover Duchess had been outside the entire time with our two other dogs. Mom said I must have had a bad dream, but even she admitted that I hadn't been in my room long enough to fall asleep. The whole episode lasted for less than a minute. Even though the dog never visited me again, the fear from that night stayed with me. I grew to hate that house. I started having a lot of nightmares. We all continued to see the old man quite often, but it was weird -- those visions weren't scary. Still, I did not want to be alone in that house, or my room, again. Years later, long after we'd all moved out and had kids of our own, we went on a big family camping trip with our parents. It was my mom, my sisters, me, and the kids back at camp -- the guys were out. Somehow we got to talking about that house. I shared how I always hated it and told the story of the dog. **That's when my sister, Birdie, started freaking out.** When our sister Deb had moved out, Birdie moved into my room with me and John moved into hers. Birdie explained that once, when I was spending the night at a friend's, the same exact thing happened to her. Something she thought was a dog in the room, walking across the floor, jumping on the bed, and then an immediate sense of heavy weight, extreme heat, and fear. As we talked, the men returned and we filled them in on our creepy tale. Sure enough, John had the same ghostly encounter when he'd been alone in the room. Suddenly, we noticed mom and dad giving each other a look. We demanded to know what it was about. Our parents had rented the house from a man who'd inherited it from his father. **His father had been murdered in the house.** His dog was killed trying to protect him. They had never said anything to us because they didn't want to frighten us. I have come to believe that the old man is what is known as a "residual haunting," sort of a loop in time. A common event that happened so often in life that, even after death, it still takes place. The dog, though, continues to baffle me. Although I believe that animals have souls, I don’t believe they have spirits that travel onward after their bodies die. **So the dog must have been something entirely different, not a dog at all.** Maybe an evil spirit that became attached to the dog’s body during the murderous act against him and his master. I still don’t really know, but I do know that I have no desire to go back to that house to find out. So, to make sure this never happened to me or anybody again, I struck a match in the house and left to go sleep at a motel with my family for the night. They never discovered it was me, but i'm feeling guilty. 

AITA for burning down a house with an evil spirit attached?

Output: yes


Input: Consider Input: CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : So, I was gonna get a single dorm, but my parents thought it was too expensive, so I got a double with a randomly assigned roommate. He was a bit awkward at first when I first met him and he didn't talk much. I noticed he had some kind of animal costume in his closet one time and thought it was for Halloween or something. Everything was generally okay up until the point he talked to me about "furries" and I thought it was alright, not for me, but do your own thing, you know? After this however, he started wearing it in the dorm while talking to his friends online. I usually have headphones on and our desks are facing away from each other, so it didn't really bother me too much, it was kind of weird though.
Anyways, I told him I was gonna have a friend over to do calc homework, so I figured he would take off his fursuit when I went to go down and let my friend in, but when I opened the door, he was standing right in front of it and said something along the lines of, "Hi X's friend! I'm Y, his fuzzy roommate!" I was shocked at this display, I saw my friend looking wide eyed, not knowing what to say, so I just said, "we'll be right back" and we just went into the study room down the hall and just pretended it never happened. I had no idea how to address it in the first place. After that, I went back to my dorm and told him that it seemed a little much to do that kind of thing in front of strangers and he said okay, but he seemed very sad, so I assumed he got the message.
Unfortunately, he did not, and when I told him that a few friends were coming over to watch some videos, there he was again, but this time he was sitting at his chair and just said, "Hi." It was an improvement, but he was still wearing his fursuit... I just told my friends it was for some kind of project and shrugged it off. We were watching YouTube videos on my laptop for about an hour and throughout that my roommate was talking to his friends quietly and would occasionally make strange animal noises and my friends started glancing at him.
I didn't know what to say to him after my friends left, but this has got to stop. I don't know if it makes him feel more at home to wear his fursuit, or if he's acting differently because he's in a new place? I just don't get it and need some help getting him to know that he can't wear his fursuit while I have friends over, but I don't want to hurt his feelings. What do I do?


Output: no


