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'

[Q]: 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?
[A]: yes


[Q]: CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : I am a white female that attends a large public state university in the US.  I’d like to clarify that i am 100% NOT racist. I do believe in equal rights and treating people fairly. That being said, i have a very broad humor and will laugh and enjoy almost any joke. But that does not make me racist. 

Its starting to get colder outside so the university has cranked up the heat (thankfully) but, because of this- many of the buildings smell rather badly. 

I get to class early one day and sit in my usual seat and my other (white) friend comes in and sits down next to me. 

I say hey and we make some small talk and we talk about how the buildings all smell really bad 

He says 
“Yeah it legit smells like currie in the [dorm]” 
And i go 
“Damn... haha really? That bad? Must be those indian international students.. never heard of deoderant” 

We both smile and move on with our conversation. And then this Asian chick turns around and asks us if we dont think we’re being insensitive to the majority of the students in the class who are infact indian. 

This kindof raises our eyebrows and confuses us. I go on and tell her “no.. because im not racist. We dont actually believe what we say— its just a stereotype. Its only offensive if you get offended” 

She told EVERYONE in our discussion group how “racist” we are and how she hates “privileged white people making racist jokes” blablabla. Terrible things are funny because theyre not funny. 

And its not like we were talking to HER. She was listening in on our conversation and interjected it. 

I dont regret the joke because i am not ashamed of my humor. Its dark humor, and an acquired taste. 

AITA? 


[A]: yes


[Q]: CLAIM : The following post is HISTORICAL. POST : Last night the woman my girlfriend and I live with  was baking chicken in the oven, so Lew and I start preparing our food in the kitchen right next to her. As she’s talking to her friend on speakerphone, we talk to one another about defrosting our beef in the microwave. Our roommate goes into the living room because the dog is destroying one of Lews pillows (we didn’t even say anything or get mad about it) and when she came back into the kitchen we had started using the microwave. Then she goes “I was using the timer on the microwave to know when to take my chicken out of the oven and now I’ll have no idea!!!” REALLY loud and angry and then walked away to her bedroom where she then slammed door. Lew and I didn’t say anything because we were in shock by how mad she got over it. Anyways the REST OF THE NIGHT she didn’t say a word  (I enjoyed it wholeheartedly),  and there was this air of bitchyness combined with her angrily stomping around. So after it all happened we talked and realized that she could’ve :      

A. Used the oven timer since she was using it to cook, therefore not cutting off the use of both the oven and the microwave for everyone around dinner time. 

B. Used her phone like everyone else in 2018 

C. TOLD US she was using it while she was right next to us. 

D. Just silently deal with the annoyance like we deal with all of hers. 


So, are we the assholes? Is there an angle on this I could be missing? Also my apologies if any of that reads weird, it’s super early here. 
[A]:
yes


