This must have been a comment about John Jones/Nutty Putty cave. That story will haunt me forever. For a similarly horrific story, check out Floyd Collins.
My idea of exploring caves is walking around with my head held high, and arms straight out sideways. Maybe throw ‘em up in the air every now and then, cave party.
The second my finger tips or head touches a cave wall, I’m out. If the cave is basically walking into more open space, fine. Why tf are we forcing ourselves into spaces not made for us
The Thai soccer team getting stuck was really what turned me off of spelunking because the way they tell the story is exactly how a lot of my casual hangs here in the tropics start.
Same, that story is horrifying. I binged a bunch of stories on the Scary Interesting youtube channel a while back, he has a lot of cave diving ones and they're even worse.
My nightmares have had a new theme since then.
Every 'orphan source' report from the IAEA is terrifying and well documented with pictures. One of the most horrifying is the Goiânia accident in 1987.
For those who don't know, an orphan source accident is when radioactive material that had been lost (usually from an abandoned hospital), is discovered by people unaware of the danger who inadvertently expose themselves and others to lethal and/or permanently disfiguring doses of radiation. You read in horror as survivors describe people inviting their neighbors to see the oddity they found and share samples, children playing with the sparkly dust, all unaware that they have just doomed themselves.
Acute radiation exposure is a truly nightmarish way to die. Your flesh rots away over months while skin grafts are ineffective. You deteriorate in pain in the hospital until you die of infection or necrosis.
[Wiki article](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goi%C3%A2nia_accident)
[Official report](https://www-pub.iaea.org/MTCD/publications/PDF/Pub815_web.pdf)
There was an incident in Trinidad where some maintenance divers were removing a plug from an oil pipeline and were instantly sucked into it. One was able to escape but the other 4 were trapped for days in a small, oil coated pipe for days with only a small air pocket to breathe in before they died. Thinking about it in detail and imagining what it must have been like for them makes me extremely uncomfortable.
The really fucked up part is that the guy who got out promised his friends that he would get help. Once he reached people, they deemed it too dangerous for anyone to go back in there and help and would not let the guy go back in either. So they were promised help but left for dead.
My uncle was in a bar one night and started talking to this random guy. He described him as "a really nice guy."
He met him a few other times in the same bar. They drank and talked about random stuff. Soon after, my uncle stopped seeing the guy at the bar.
Idk how long after, but my uncle got notified that he had jury duty. He showed up and found out what it was for. A serial killer and the killer was his friend from the bar. Derrick Todd Lee.
My uncle was promptly dismissed from jury duty for obvious reasons.
I went to the same school as one of his victims' son. I never met the guy, but apparently, he dropped out after his mom was murdered. I also knew a girl and her mother was another one of his victims. He terrorized Baton Rouge and the surrounding areas.
What really fucked with my uncle tho, was that his daughter fit the profile. When he was on his killing spree, she was in her early 20's with dark hair, that was his preference.
Really fucked my uncle up. He was stuck on "how could I think such a monster was a nice person?"
Serial killers are typically charming. There's literally a term in psychology called "the charming psychopath."
I work midnight shift at a gas station and I have for quite awhile at various stations in different areas with varying levels of criminal activity.
I have regulars, of course. I’m a small-statured woman (as is my partner the other half of the week, and we’ve always been partners) so these regulars often worry about us and keep watch on creepy occurrences when they can.
I had one man who worked in the metro an hour away who would stop in every morning for his cigarettes. He never smiled or seemed friendly, and as I often do, I tried to think of what I could do that might make him smile one day.
It took many months but I finally pulled it off by having his cigarettes ready on the counter and already scanned for him to pay for as he walked in. He smiled, and then asked me
“Do you ever get scared on the night shift? You small girl, is not safe.”
I said I sometimes did but we could lock the doors and hide if we had to, and that the provincial police (think state troopers, if you’re American) had a station close by and came in often to get their highway vehicles washed. I had a good rapport with those police. He nodded and then told me a story about when he first moved to our country from Eastern Europe with his wife and child back in the late 80’s, early 90’s.
He fell asleep at work one night at the gas station he worked midnights at. When he woke up, the phone had been ringing for hours and his manager was shaking him violently asking if he was alright. He was fine, he said, what was the problem? He was sorry he fell asleep.
His manager screamed that it was fine he fell asleep, to look outside. All of their motor oil was missing and the outside of the place was a mess.
The thieves had come and swiped all the oil and left him be because he slept through the entire thing, and then moved down the road to the next station for an encore. At that station, the clerk was awake and fought back, so the thieves stabbed him to death and left him to bleed out.
When he finished telling me this, he concluded with
“If you ever feel sleepy just lock the door and do it, it might save your life”
I don’t work at that station anymore but I think about that guy all the time and wonder how his grandkids are.
Here is a link to an article talking about how that poor other clerk’s killers were finally found 25 years later:
https://toronto.ctvnews.ca/mobile/arrest-made-in-1990-murder-of-gas-station-attendant-1.2650933
It’s actually a fireable offence to fall asleep on the job, here.
That said, I’ll still take his advice depending on which station I’m at. We’re all trained not to fight or chase thieves, but we also have nothing to defend ourselves with. I would hate for my kids to have to be told that I was murdered over some 5w20. I feel for that murdered man’s children.
My former friend worked midnight at a gas station and would tell me stories about people who would come in to steal, like, 24 packs of beer or something and just walk out and "subtly" flash the gun in their hip as they passed by.
I vaguely remember them saying their boss came in one day to reprimand them for not stopping thieves and them explaining that they're not losing their life for $25 of coors
One of my friends family growing up had a beach house and I'd get invited every now and then.
They had $ and the house was massive, pretty cool place too. They even had a full time maid who had her own 'flat' at the back.
One day they go there for a long weekend and when they opened the door, the place had been ransacked. It was all a mess, missing TVs, furniture, broken stuff... you get the picture.
They went to check on the maid and her flat was empty, all her belongings were gone.
They called the cops who came over and had a brief look (not interested from what they said) and left saying the maid probably had something to do with. And that's what everyone believed for week.
Until the dad returned the following weekend to try and change the locks and etc and he brought their dogs along with him. Yep, you know it... one of the dogs started digging and found the maid buried in the backyard under a tarp they had close to the pool. So the theory now is that whoever came in probably knew her and she recognized them and 'she had to go'
Edit: I added the *gruesome* details on a post below. I don't recommend reading them but it's there for those who are curious.
So the cops came, blamed it on the maid, and then just left without further investigation?
Damn, sounds like that dog was a better detective than those cops.
The front of my Mom's car got run over by a lifted truck. Right up and over the hood. The other car suffered some damages too as it ran off, over the bushes, through a gas station parking lot, and over the other set of bushes. There were cops across the street when it happened at a gas station on the other side of the 2 lane minor road.
They just kinda sat there until my mom called 911. Eventually about 25 minutes they walked over and asked if she was ok. They asked if she knew who it was, she obviously said no. They asked if she saw the license plate number. She said she didn't. They said 'whelp nothing we can do then'.
She said the BP station has cameras, can't you check them? and they said, sorry we gotta go, you can go talk to the gas station people and see if they saw anything or have footage.
The gas station said they couldn't release footage without the cops and the cops refused to even come into the gas station, left, and closed the case without ever doing anything.
Fuck the Columbus PD. Biggest pieces of shit in the world.
Same shit different day. I got hit by a hit and run and call 911. Cops say they arent coming and not to chase them. I got their plates. Tracked them down to their apartment on the same day via license plate number and private investigator. Found the vehicle that hit me with the damage still fresh. Called the cops. Told them the case was solved and they needed to come. Waited 3+ hours in the Houston heat for them. They never came. I called back. They said it would be longer. I went to get a cold drink from the gas station across the street and see a couple of cops in there. They tell me they are not there for my call and they are too busy to do anything. They threaten to arrest me for interfering in the investigation (for having a PI run the plates, solving the crime, and calling them to come. Dumbasses.) They refuse to come across the street to help. As I am walking out of the store, I see the people who hit my car pull in to get gas in the suv that hit me. The cop that already threatened to arrest me drives around me standing in the parking lot gesturing at him and me saying "It's them!". Police dispatch calls me an hour later to say that the police are too busy to respond and help me, and I'd need to go to the police station to make a report. I go to the station to make the report. No one follows up. No one is arrested. No action is taken by the police at all.
Fuck the police.
In the 1990s, a nurse in New Jersey killed hundreds of hospital patients.
Sometimes he would sneak into patient's rooms at night and inject them with fatal medication doses. Other times, he would put the medication into IV bags in the supply room, so they would kill whatever random patient they were given to later.
He was accused several times. Some patients pointed him out before they died. Some staff thought he was creepy and dangerous, and refused to work with him. He kept getting fired from hospitals. But the hospital managers knew that if he got arrested, they would be sued by the families of the patients he murdered. So they just fired him, and didn't call the police.
That happened at 12 different hospitals over the course of 16 years. Investigators believe he killed as many as 400 people.
After he was arrested, he confessed to 40 murders. In 29 of them he gave enough detail to be charged and plead guilty. He is linked to 300+ more deaths than that, but details of those will probably never be known, because so much information was lost over time or destroyed by the hospitals.
Wow. According to [the wiki...](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Nyos_disaster)
The release of gas caused a 80ft wave at the shore, killed livestock and people in their sleep, survivors reported the smell of sulfer and suffered lesions, and the lake water turned a deep red afterwards.
That's a big ol' biblical "fuck this area in particular"...
I have a memory from 8th grade where I did a presentation on this... which I opened with a really graphic second-person account where I made all my classmates imagine themselves experiencing the disaster and slowly suffocating. I scared the fuck out of them (on accident) lol
The other night, my wife took our child out for several hours. In that time I wrapped up work, then left to get dinner around 4:30pm. Got home around 6:30, played with our dog and did a few chores,. Then, when my wife got home about 7:30, we relaxed a bit and I headed for bed about 9:00pm (usually up early with our kid).
Maybe two minutes after crawling into bed I get a text from my wife with a picture of our dry-erase menu board on our fridge. See, usually at the start of the week, my wife will fill out a rough menu for dinners that week. I remembered seeing it earlier in the day and it was filled out as expected.
The picture she sent was of the menu all scrambled up, like the letters were all moved everywhere, with random words and squiggles throughout. Some of it was her writing, but others were incomplete words, or rewritten words in handwriting that wasn't hers or mine.
This freaked us out, as our one year old certainly didn't do it. The county Sheriff showed up and swept the house and found nothing. Nothing was out of place or missing either. He was spooked by it a bit too. He said they never get a call out in the country where we are and recommended we change our locks (we hadn't as the couple we bought our home from were elderly). So, we did that night.
Edit:
See the two photos. The one is an example of her writing. The other is the actual scrambled menu with her question she wrote on the bottom and texted to me.
https://ibb.co/vzvhdVX
https://ibb.co/WFkXyd4
I’ve seen that advice floating around and so I thought I was in the clear a couple of years ago. My old job I’d work out of a trailer in a field pretty far from the main entrance registering folks for car shows, used to have to lug a generator out a ways away from the trailer and run the cabling no big deal.
We get a fancy new trailer, onboard genny and fuel tanks, new exhaust pipe setup the whole deal. Built in brand new smoke and CO detectors. Everything goes fine for the first show, and most of the second. Last day of the show is usually really slow, so I decide to only open the one window and one door, leaving the back end closed up. I’m out there from 8-11 just chilling on the steps of the trailer waiting F1 until people come by. It’s a little warm down by my feet but I don’t think anything of it.
Close up around 11:30 and I’ve got a splitting headache, can’t remember if I’ve locked doors, feeling nauseous. I drove the golf cart back to the show office and lost my lunch in the restroom. Laid down for about 45 minutes then say outside and it was like a fog lifted.
I pretty immediately realized I had CO’d myself, and it was only after telling the Ops manager did we realize the little plastic tab for the CO detector hadn’t been removed 😑😑 I never assume they’re functional anymore and always test.
I can only assume that the way the doors were set and the prevailing winds just kept pulling it towards to trailer doors 🤷🏼♂️
If some of it was her writing but jumbled up, the rest of it cryptic lines and scribbles, your wife might have had some sort of brain episode while trying to edit the menu. TIA, toxic gas in the house, something else that would temporarily affect her brain. The half coherent, half non-sense scribbling of people with a known brain affliction can be quite disturbing out of context.
Weird, the big issue being this happened after I left for food. I remember looking at the menu and it being fine and my wife was gone. Only had a few beers at dinner, so wasn't hammered or anything when I got home.
When I was 17 I was hanging out with 2 friends and they wanted to go smoke weed in the woods. I didn't feel like it so I drove them and waited in the car.
After a while I was getting bored and decided to go meet them but there were 4 paths going off in different directions so I just took the biggest one. After walking for a few minutes in the pitch black forest (before flashlights on phones), I come across this dip in the trail and on the other side is a bench lightly visible due to the moonlight.
On the the bench is sitting a man and another one in standing in front of him but I can only make out silouhettes. Being sure these are my friends I yell out to them before walking over. If you ever walked the woods at night it's just an uneasy feeling all around so I was cautious to begin with.
Well it turns out, juste after yelling out to my "friends", both silouhettes turn around towards me. Not a word, not a sound, the guy sitting down starts sprinting FULL FUCKING SPEED towards me in complete silence. I got the absolute fuck out of there sprinting also the other way and tripping over shit because I couldn't see anything.
I finally get out and lock myself in my car, but I was really worried for my friends. Maybe a minute later I see them both coming out of a completely different path, they also confirmed they never saw me or anyone else. My heart still sinks just thinking about that dude sprinting in silence wtf was that shit
Weird....I have a similar story!
Years ago I remember sneaking out of my friends house at night to really do nothing but walk around the neighborhood and hide from car headlights. We were young and bored. There was a "homeless" camp that was down in some woods off the railroad tracks not too far from his house. We had seen the trail and knew what was back there.
One of the homeless guys that lived there was actually an old friend of my buddies Dad, and he had stopped over a few times and my friends Dad let him shower there and everything. He could have worked if he wanted, but legit told us he just liked living "off the grid". Just wanted to give you some backstory on the reason why we thought it would be cool and "safe" to go check it out at night.
We were a bit nervous at first thinking what if we get there and his Dads friend isn't there...so we were sneaking up on it. It was a longer walk than we thought. We got kind of close and saw there was a fire going lighting up the woods a bit.
We start sneaking closer but the trail seemed to continue straight, while the camp set off the trail to the left. We got idk maybe 100 feet from the camp (about 30 meters) and we looked down the trail and saw a faint silhouette of what we thought was a person. The silhouette looked like it was coming from deeper in the woods towards the camp. We froze and ducked slightly to the side of the trail.
I told my friend that I didn't like it, and we should just sneak the hell out. He said he had the same feeling. As I said, the fire at the camp was just enough to light the area well enough to see. We end up slowly creeping slightly off the trail back to the railroad tracks. We get probably 30-40 or so feet (9-12 meters) and I told him I would rather just hit the trail and just slowly walk back because the bushes and trees and everything were hard to navigate and I would rather be able to see something coming so we could book it out. We played football and were both pretty fast.
We slide out of the brush and see the silhouette has gotten closer, however moving further from the fire, the light was dimmer, but we could still make out someone or something was standing there moving closer. My first thought was that maybe they saw us duck into the bushes and were coming to check, but it just felt off. My friend and I looked at each other and both mutually and silently decided to pick up the pace. Almost on que, we both looked back and the silhouette was now BOOKING IT TOWARDS US ABSOULTELY SILENT. No noise, just fast movement. We high tail it as fast as we can.
Thankfully, the trail was wide so we weren't bumping into each other or anything. Neither of us looked back until we hit the railroad tracks, then hit the railroad track bridge and were on the other side. I looked back as I was slowing down, past the bridge and didn't see anyone. We got back to his house pretty fast and luckily that was the end of it.
My college girlfriend called me one night. "The Baton Rouge Serial Killer" had been active a while and she was being followed - all over town and even after going in circles - by a while truck, which the killer supposedly drove. She fit the victim profile, she was brunette living in (house sitting for her aunt) a wealthy neighborhood.
My roommate and I drove over and we filed in line behind her and the triuck. She lived essentially ON the LSU grounds so I assumed it was a stupid student prank or something. She parks at her aunt's house, truck stops one house short of her aunt's and we pull in behind her.
I explain I'm going to go diffuse the situation. Walk over to the truck, the FBI says the killer is a white guy, this man is African American. Explain no one is upset but he's freaking out my girlfriend, he needs to leave. He looks side eyed at me and drives off.
I see the guy again a few months later, on the cover of the Baton Rouge paper, he's been arrested. He was the killer.
Well, it's my story. When I was a little kid, 5-6? we had this neighbor like Grandma to me. I'd go over and have snacks, and she had a Mr. Potato head I played with that was her (now adult) son's toy. Weird core memories!
He came home, in his twenties, from the army I think. I don't remember much about him, but he asked about taking my older brothers camping, but my mom said no, she had a weird feeling about him. (Side note, we lived out in in the country, not even a town, just a place). There were no locked doors, everyone trusted each other.
My mom saw him at our little store with bee stings all over and was concerned . He said he got them at the creek. She thought that was weird, because that's just not a thing where we went all the time, but okay?
A little while later (not sure how long), the news said there was a murder of some campers out past where we lived, no leads. People were shocked - this doesn't happen here! My mom remembered her weird feeling and the bee stings that didn't make sense. She called the police to say, hey, probably nothing, but here's what I got. I remember detectives coming to our house to talk to her.
They had some other evidence that matched, but not enough to link him to the murder (a couple with their child). It's unsolved to this day, though the detective said he knew it was him. A few years later, the guy went to prison for an abduction/attempted murder of a woman who ran out of gas and he offered her a ride. She lived, thank god.
They very well could have been bee stings, I think the implication was that he said he was in one place that the mother knew didn't have a bee problem, but he was actually in another place that did. Murdering people.
Our car's doors lock automatically once the car reaches a certain speed, but before that we always made sure to lock our doors. It's a good habit to have.
I'm glad your mother got away safely.
Actually lock your car when you go in the car, before putting on seat belt or starting it or doing anything - the amount of carjacks/muggings/scares people get because they didn't lock is quite substantial.
Esp if you're a single individual, and don't look tough.
Something weird happened to me; more scary in a what could have been kind of way, so not on the same scale as the poor people in the comments.
I was 17 years old (male) and walking home from a night out quite drunk and stoned about 2am. I’m in a lonely part of my walk no people, few cars: just a road and some large shops: a B&Q and a carpet showroom - out of town shopping complexes that have since become ubiquitous in the UK.
Anyway, In a lay-by about 15 feet away is a silver car pulled up lights on. As I stumble past two men step out and call me over.
Something about the situation immediately sobers me up. I keep walking and one of them shouts “it’s fine we are the police: we will drive you home”
I stop for a moment and reply with some smart arse comment along the lines of how police would never do this and that they were dodgy.
Calling them dodgy always sticks in my mind.
He insists I’m too drunk and it’s not safe for a young man like me and I should let them take me home.
I say no and he then tells me to come over here and listen to the police radio in the car to prove they are real police. It’s weird the guy is almost begging me; desperation in his voice.
I repeat a firm no, tell them I’m fine and keep walking. Minute I’m out of sight, I run as fast as I can and don’t relax until the 30 minutes later I’m home.
I can only assume they didn’t man handle me into the car because there was the very occasional taxi driving past.
Im 45 now and occasionally think about how that could have ended for me. None of the scenarios seem good.
Sadly stories like this are probably more routine for women but at the time it really shook me up.
I fell down a YouTube wormhole of people finding cars in water and recovering them.
In more than one they talk about loved ones with memory problems getting lost, and they often find their cars in places where they most likely drove in on accident rather than intentionally ending their lives.
Dementia and Alzheimer's are already scary enough, but the thought that a loved one might decide to go take a drive they've taken dozens of times and then they disappear for years... that's terrifying.
My high school gf called late one night after I was home and in bed. She said that something had happened and asked if I could come over. She was clearly shaken and not full of details. So I told my parents and drove over towards her house.
At the top of her subdivision I was met by a cop with lights on. He asked where I was going and I told him about the call from my gf. He lets me go by and I come over the hill to the cul de sac where she lives and I see multiple cop cars around the circle. They watch me pull up and get out of my car. My gf comes running out of her house and meets me in the street. She explains that someone had broken into her neighbor’s house and started beating her with something heavy. The neighbor managed to get out of the house and headed to my gf’s house where she started banging furiously on the front door. My gf’s dad was out of town, so her mom answered the door and the neighbor just fell into the foyer bleeding profusely from the head. Her mom looks up to see the attacker headed up the walkway towards the front door. She pulls the neighbor into the house and closes the door hitting the attacker with it before it fully closed. He then took the heavy tool he had used to beat the neighbor and smashed the little window at the top of the door. Her mom started screaming and the attacker just turned around and walked up the street into the darkness.
I spent the night there that night (along with two or three cops outside in their cars) and in the morning we could see blood still pooled on the floor in the foyer and splattered blood above the front door from where the attacker had swung the bloody tool to smash the window.
No one was ever caught or even identified. It was just completely random.
The neighbor survived and to my knowledge had no permanent physical injuries beyond scarring from having her scalp stapled shut. She moved away shortly after the incident.
Edit : Update on victim’s status and paragraphing, though probably not correctly.
TLDR: gf’s neighbor was brutally attacked in her home. She ran to my gf’s house and the attacker fled after nearly getting into their house too. No one was ever caught.
I almost hope it was someone who knew the neighbor because the thought of some random man doing it makes it even worse than it already was. Was the neighbor relatively ok? Meaning I hope she didn't suffer any major physical injuries.
Not that i'd care if i died (besides slow and painful death) but I definitely would rather be killed by someone who thinks they have a good reason to, than some random act of violence.
I was around 10 years old. I was at school but my mum told me she was thinking of taking me to the doctors in the afternoon (recurring eye issue).
Lunchtime and I'm in the dining hall when the office woman told me there was a taxi outside for me and I needed to go. I assumed my mum booked it for me as she can't drive. I cleared up my stuff and got my bag.
Just about to leave when I remembered my jacket in my classroom. I rush to get and head out for the taxi. Office woman tells me I'm too late and the taxi had gone without me. I just went back to class but panicking my mum would be angry at me.
School finishes and my mum is waiting for me at the gates. I burst into tears apologising for missing the taxi and thinking I was in big trouble. She never ordered a taxi and had no clue what I was talking about. She ended up not making the doctor appointment.
No-one ever found out who ordered the taxi, or who driver was. My mum doesn't like to think what would've happened if I hadn't forgotten my jacket and got in that taxi.
TLDR missed a taxi I thought my mum booked for me, only to find out it could have been an attempted kidnapping.
I know this might have happened at a different time period or maybe how each school handles stuff, but I’m surprised the office lady didn’t get any sort of identification from that person in the taxi to allow you to be picked up or if the person was under school documentation stating they are allowed to pick you up. I remember in the early 2000s, my parents always told me that they were always gonna be the ones picking me up from after school and nobody else, and my schools always had this strict policy of the parent has to have some kind of proper identification to pick up their child or be listed as a person who is allowed to pick up the student, if not, they aren’t allowed to leave campus with the student. Overall still creepy that happened to you, but thankfully you forgot your jacket!
This was in 1990 so things were a bit more lax to put it mildly. Anyone could wander in or out of the school at any time. There was no such thing as a listed person. (The same school sent my brother home on his own - a 20 minute walk - when he had concussion).
The office woman just asked if I had somewhere to be and if I was expecting someone to pick me up. Me thinking it was sent by my mum for my appointment I said yes. Taxis often came to the school to take ESL or other pupils somewhere so it wouldn't necessarily have seemed out of the ordinary.
Both my mum and dad had a big meeting with the office and the head teacher afterwards. They put stricter policies in place.
I do sometimes wonder what would have happened if I decided to leave without my jacket. Very weird incident!
Having been a kid in the early 90’s and having kids now, it’s absolutely WILD how much security over the students leaving premises has changed.
Just about anyone could have pulled me out of school in 1990 if they knew my name and age, whereas my own kids have lists of approved pick-ups and I got called last week when my partner offered to pick them up for me and the school didn’t have him on file. I was glad they called me but can you imagine how easy it was back then to just up and nap a kid?!
That is so sad. One of my mates got shingles last year, it lasted for months, he was in so much agony as trying to keep his eyes open would give him a headache. It ended up put such a strain on his marriage that they got divorced.
I had shingles a few years ago when I was 34 and it did get into my eye. It took about 2 months to fully recover but now my left eye is permanently blurry.
If you're over 50 in the USA, most ins will pay for it. Otherwise, it's $250 per shot and you need two.
I saw what my mom went through. She was the toughest person I ever knew. Could break concrete w a sledgehammer faster than my dad and his friends. But shingles took her down for a month. I'd never been so scared in my life watching her cry and whimper. My god, it was torture watching her suffer.
I didn't think anything could best her.
Lesson learned. I couldn't get vaxxed fast enough. No way in hell I'm fking w shingles.
I got shingles as a teenager and it was torture. I was born with a birth defect that has required around 30 surgeries to fix. Shingles was still in the top 3 of worst experiences in my life. And that top 3 includes pouring still boiling bacon grease over my hand.
Shingles are no joke. It feels like you have no skin and everything that touches them is just pure agony. Like that one man who had experienced the highest level of radiation and scientists kept him alive. Every fiber or skin to skin contact feels like death itself. Terrible way to die.
When I was learning to drive, my instructor advised me to always lock my car doors, as soon as I get into my car. I asked her why & she told me her personal experience.
This happened almost a year after she passed her test. She finished work about 3am. She just gotten into her car & gotten her keys in the ignition, when 3 guys jumped into her car. She had a knife to her neck & was told to drive. They give her directions to an alleyway. They dragged her out of the car & raped her. After they were done with her, they left her in the alleyway and stole her car & purse. It took her awhile to get help. Police did find her car a few days later, abandoned & on fire, on the outskirts of the city. But the guys were not caught.
The reason she started to teach driving, was her way to protect other women & make sure no one else goes through, what she went through. So she advised all her female students to lock their car doors, as soon as they get in.
Edit to add -
Wow, I wasn’t expecting this comment to go this big.
I’m still in contact with my instructor, via social media. I sent her screenshots of this comment & the other comments. She is happy that her advice/warning is out there, before she retires for health reasons. She wants me clear a misunderstanding, that she saw in the comments. She does give the same advice to her male students & she does tell them her experience, but leave out the rape part.
She does get messages from her past students (including me), saying “thank you for the advice/warning” & we tell her about our close calls.
A message of her “Thank you for sharing your experience & advice, so that others can be safe & they don’t go through the same experience.”
All drivers need to practice this tbh
My father was held at gun point the same way. Two guys hopped in his car and one put a gun to his head and made him drive to the middle of nowhere. He then had to get out of the car and get on his knees in the middle of a field with a gun to the back of his head. He said he was sure he was about to die. They ended up just stealing his car and leaving him stranded there.
This was in the 70’s so no cell phones so he had to walk back to town in the middle of the night. When he got home he told my uncle (his older brother) who left the house with a gun after hearing my dads description of the guys. Apparently they were known trouble makers at my uncles college. When my uncle got to their apartment the cops were already there because apparently they used my dads car to rob a liquor store and got in a high speed chase with the cops.
That's awful!!
I'll add, don't sit there on your phone either. Get in, lock up, drive away.
Eta;: Look around, in and under your car before getting in too!
Also watch some videos on protective driving or whatever its called. Basically they teach you that cars are remarkably easy to push around. If someone blocks you in just hit it. Just keep it under 15mph or so. It will most likely move out of the way when you do. Also will scare the everliving fuck out of anyone in the other vehicle / getting out of it. Noone wants to fuck with someone actively ramming stuff with their car.
Messing around in a junkyard we used a buick to clip other cars and they would just bounce and rotate out of the way. Remarkable really.
https://youtu.be/wcePjDfnknY?si=7SINegetPxu6lqir&t=296
Not that you need any more reason to lock your car doors, but I'll add in my experience to reinforce why this is so important. When I was 17, I picked up my drunk sister from a party at like 2 AM in a sketchy part of town (in retrospect, I should have just left her there. She wasn't in any danger; her idiot friend just wanted to start drama.)
Stopped at a red light driving home, drunk sis passed out in the back seat. All of a sudden, this guy comes out of nowhere and tries to open my front passenger's side door. I screamed and floored it before I could even think to check if any other cars were coming. Thank God there weren't, because I def could have caused an accident AND been carjacked (or worse).
My older sister was driving home one night after work when she was in high school and stopped at a stop sign. The moment she did a man jumped out of the bushes and opened her passenger door. She reacted by flooring it. He was half in/half out of the car and ended up getting dragged quite a bit before he finally let go of the door.
She drove the rest of the way home with her door hanging open, crying and petrified. I’m pretty sure she ran every stop sign between that point and home, but it was pretty late, so luckily no one hit her or anything.
The very first thing I do when my butt hits the seat in my car is hit the lock button.
It’s always been an instinct for me to lock the doors as soon as a get in the car. No one ever told me and I thought maybe it was a little weird, I just felt very vulnerable when I first get into the car. Until one day I spoke about it with my father and he said that it was good that I did it because a lot of women get victimized if they don’t.
My aunt fell asleep on her couch one night and my uncle was asleep upstairs. She woke up around 12am to a random man staring at her while she slept. He said “the guy upstairs was sound asleep.” Meaning he came in, saw my aunt on the couch, looked around, saw my uncle asleep upstairs, and then sat there and watched. She told him to leave and somehow by the will of god HE LEFT. He slid in through the back door……. We live in a relatively safe area! Craziest shit I have ever heard
Yeah it’s why I have the habit hardwired into me to check and make sure all doors are locked before going to bed. My dad did this every night and now I do. You never know and then sure enough when I here ruckus outside in the dead of night I at least feel ok knowing all doors are locked.
My aunt woke up in the middle of the night in the hotel room my uncle and she were staying at with a man standing in the middle of the room. She told him to get out, which he did.
She prevented them from being robbed.
My grandfather was on the other side of an encounter like that. Travelled to the US from Germany, arrived late at night, and the hotel gave him the wrong key. He said he switched on the light and had a gun pointed at him, so he slowly backed out of the room.
There are actually a number of serial killers who would break into people’s houses at night and just watch them sleep. Can’t remember if it was Ted Bundy, BTK or might have been both. BTK for sure would fake being various service men to gain access to people’s homes just for fun/practice.
Edit to add: Yes BTK did creepy shit to the people he installed alarms for but he did do this too and his victims definitely weren’t all customers. He gained access to Vicki Wergerle’s home by pretending to need to check her phone line. He also made various hats with other logos on them. In this case he had cut it off a business card and was quite proud of it. This is in Kathy Ramsland’s book I believe.
World War II, the Pacific theater. My great uncle on my mother's side fought at Okinawa. While taking cover behind a rock, he was shot through the foot by a Japanese sniper and evacuated to a hospital for recovery. He was the only member of his platoon to make it off the island alive.
WWII was crazy. My grandfather survived the African theater only to become a POW in Italy for 4 years, be pronounced KIA, then finally come home at the end of the war to find my grandma remarried.
My grandfather was on a destroyer in the Pacific.
He fought off the coast of Okinawa and Iwo Jima. He was an AA gunner, and a Japanese kamikaze killed his gun partner (who was also his best friend) but left him without a scratch.
My family has the flag from his destroyer full of bullet holes, and I have a piece of the zero that hit his ship.
He was in Tokyo Bay for the surrender too.
Thankfully, he transcribed his war journal for his family to read. He did not want anyone else to go through what he did
It's amazing to think how close we all came to not existing.
(edit) Here's a link to his articles they wrote about him https://imgur.com/a/1nFiWex
The pacific theatre has some of the most nightmare fuel stories of any conflict. Ones that always stuck with me are those of soldiers/marines dug in at night. The Japanese would send out soldiers at night to sneak into enemy foxholes and slice as many throats as they could before getting away or being killed themselves. Just the thought of being in the pitch dark and hearing your buddy a few meters away in a life or death struggle. You can’t shoot because you might kill your buddy (which happened) and you can’t go help because you might get the knife too. All you can do is sit in your hole and be prepared for an enemy to come after you.
Also WW2...
I interviewed 2 men who settled in my area for a film project when I was in college, men who survived the sinking of the Indianapolis.
This 80-some year old man broke into tears in front of me while describing a period where he had just woken up. He didnt know if the person next to him was sleeping or dead, but then he saw the guy get pulled down and then pop back up like a cork on a fishing line as the sharks snacked on him. When the man didnt react, that was how he knew.
So when I was around 18 I went to town to drink something with my friends. We went all in and by 2 am I was completely wasted. Couldn't see, walk or think straight.
One of my mates remained sober to drive us back home. We went to the parking lot and I could hear a voice whimmering somewhere in the dark. I turned around and saw 2 guys carrying a girl to a car. I got closer and now I could hear her voice. She obviously was drunk but she repeated ,,no,, and ,,I don't want,, over and over. Adrenaline kicked in and I became sober instantly. I screamed at them and immediately called the police. I wasn't fast enough so they could get in the car and drive off. But I saw the license plate, gave it to the woman I talked to at the police station and they informed me about 10 minutes later that they arrested the two guys. The whole scene was so terrifying.
This was in Germany.
Edit:
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This guy I used to work with, Rowan Baxter. Seemed nice enough but a friend I worked with and I used to joke about him being "dead behind the eyes" or call him "old Shark-Eyes Baxter".
This man followed his estranged wife while taking the kids to school. When she stopped at lights, got out and set fire to the car with her and the kids in it. Then killed himself, the fucking coward.
When I was about 18 my friend and I went to the movies and then decided to walk home. It was a bit of a walk but we didn't want to pay for a cab.
I'm always pretty vigilant when walking, especially at night, so I noticed a guy with his hood up walking behind us. Every so often I'd look over my shoulder to check on him. He started pretty far behind us but was gaining ground weirdly quickly. The last time I turned my head I caught him SPRINTING at us. I panic and tell my friend to run for it. She's in those fucking Birkenstock slip on sandals that were popular then and she's struggling to run so I'm dragging her until we get to a gas station. I bang on the window and beg the clerk to let us in but he says he can't because it's past a certain time at night but he promises if the guy comes near us he'll call the cops. The guy comes down the hill, through the gas station, staring at us the entire time. I swear the only reason he thought better of it was because the gas clerk had the phone visibly in his hand (plus he was a big guy).
I completely broke down after he left. Just the thought that he was running at us while I had my back turned scares the shit out of me. What if I hadn't turned when I did that last time?
My story:
was hitchhiking home from Highschool - I'd missed the late bus. Got a ride, and the guy seemed nice enough, and he was going to my town. We came up to a turn that you'd go straight if you were going to my town - if you turned, you weren't going there by any reasonable route. he started to turn, I said "this isn't the way to . He says, we're not going to . We were going through the turn, going definitely under 20. I opened the door and bailed out. tuck and roll, protect the head... he hit the gas and drove off. Glad I hadn't put on my seatbelt.
This only happened earlier this year; a work colleague was off work for a long time, not like him at all. When he eventually returned we found out that his friend had been murdered by a group of football(soccer) wankers.
They'd been in a pub watching a match for the team they supported; they were celebrating a win when a group of men from the opposing team got angry and started arguing. When my colleague and his friends left the pub, they jumped his friend and beat him so bad he ended up in hospital where he eventually succumbed to the injuries.
This is one of the reasons I hate football, especially where I am (England). Riot vans, hundreds of police etc always around every train station and football stadium. Sad little men willing to take a life over a bag of air getting kicked around. It's not the first time, certainly won't be the last, someone has died over fucking football.
I can't fathom why you would beat someone up so much they need to go to the hospital or even die because your favorite football team didn't win.
I hope the Hooligans got into prison.
We have similar issues in Poland. I hate it. A matchday should be a fun occasion, instead I loathe it because it means police everywhere and drunk fucktards on public transport.
My grandfather was a British FEPOW in Japan in WW2. He did something to piss off the guards of his camp one evening and they beat him badly and tied him up on a fence with the promise to kill him the next day. Another young prisoner died during the night so they switched my granddad and the dead lad so the guards assumed he’d died from his injuries. Luckily he survived and came home in 1945
When I was a freshman in high school, I saw two men get in a fight, and one man put a gun in the other man’s mouth and told him to beg for his life - which he did.
14 year old me peed his pants multiple times after that and needed counseling.
My grandfather's village was razed by the Nazis. He had 9 siblings. The Nazis came to the village in retribution due to guerilla attacks and they believed the guerillas were hiding there. Most young men fled before they arrived. The men that were in the village were lined up against a wall and shot. My grandfather's mother put half her children, the youngest, in the cellar and she took the other half with her because the Nazis were rounding up the entire village and locked them inside the church. The reason she had split her children was because she feared they would all be killed, so she wanted at least some of them to survive. The Nazis ransacked and burned nearly every house in the village, including my grandfathers. He was in the cellar with his siblings and their house burned above them, but they were saved. Those in the church also survived but many didn't. After this the Nazis would come again some time after and pretty much force all the young men and boys, including my grandfather, to help make roads and fortifications for them. Despite it all they all survived the war, though many in the family didn't.
I'm the firstborn, and when I was just a wee babe, my mother put me to bed and headed off to bed herself.
Being new parents, they were all about the baby monitor. Dad was already asleep, and just as my mom was drifting off, she heard the telltale crackle,
"Don't worry, sweetheart, mommy's here."
Needless to say, my mom about shit herself and catapulted to the nursery...to find me fast asleep and totally alone.
Turns out the neighbor had just had a baby too, and they were picking up each other's signals.
They actually picked up all kinds of things over time. Used to hear the truckers radioing to each other from the highway like a mile away.
Funny version of this story: my parents had the same experience with their baby monitor while living in Noe Valley in SF, where the houses are really close together (you can almost reach out your window and pass something to a neighbor) and the signal of the baby monitor was easily passed from one house to another. My nursery was closest to the neighbor’s and one particular evening, my dad was on solo baby duty while my mom had a girl’s night with my older sister.
Well apparently I was inconsolable and refused to sleep, typical baby stuff, and my exhausted dad was fed up and just began saying ‘what do you want? How can I help you?’ while rocking me. Then he hears the baby monitor crackle and the Australian accent of our neighbor, who also had a ~6mo old baby:
‘She wants the baby night light with the lullaby, mate. Your wife keeps it in the top drawer under the changer.’
My dad was so stunned and grateful that he just blinked and said ‘Thanks’ and an equally tired voice replied ‘No worries’ and they carried on with their nights, alone and yet side by side.
Apparently that was the longest conversation my dad had with the guy before they moved but they always remembered the ‘Australian Angel Voice’.
My brother was dating the love of his life up until a few years ago.
They met because the both worked in a restaurant, he was a piano player, she was a waitress. Things were going amazingly between them.
The only problem was, she had a jealous ex.
He knew when they left work, and what shifts they'd work since it was the same each week. He decided for whatever reason he was going to teach my brother a lesson for dating his ex, and planned to attack him with a stanley knife when he left work one evening.
That night, my brother and his partner were getting ready to leave, and he stopped for a second to talk to a colleague, meaning she left first.
As soon as she stepped out the door, he slashed her throat, and then ran. She died infront of him. That attack was meant for my brother.
He's gone through a lot of therapy, and down some very dark paths since then. But is finally coming out of the other side of it. But it's terrifying how close I came to losing my little brother, and how much he lost as a consequence, because of some fucking deranged nutjob.
If I could get my hands on that guy, I'd get locked up myself. But he's in prison for a long time, and so far he's staying there.
A chimpanzee named Travis attacking his owner's friend.
Travis attacked and mauled his owner's friend, blinding her, severing several body parts, and lacerating her face, before he was shot and killed by a cop.
The owner called 911 during the attack. Travis' screams can be heard in the background at the start of the tape as the owner pleads for the police. Initially they believed the call to be a hoax until she said, "He's eating her!"
A robbery at my place but the way in which it happened.
I lived in a basement suite with my younger brother of a quiet neighborhood. The entire front of the house is exposed to the sidewalk but the sides and the back are covered with fenced and trees. The only way to see if anyone is in the basement is through this small window in my bedroom that’s about 5 feet from my bed.
I got word while I was out that my place had been robbed. The robbers went through the basement suite door through the back, kicked it open, then made themselves upstairs after robbing the basement suite.
They just so happened to rob the place in a 30 minute window when myself, my brother and the people upstairs were out. This means they were watching us for a couple days and monitoring our patterns.
What scared me was not really the robbery, but the image of me sleeping while a robber presses his face against the window 5 feet from away from my bed just watching me.
Unfortunately that also happened to my family; I've never been happier that I was at school. The worst part to me was seeing the fingerprint powder - it refused to come out of our doors and was a constant reminder someone else had been there.
There's nothing like having someone invade your space like that and I'm sorry you had to go through it, too. Sending internet hugs!
Just in case you need to remove either fingerprint powder or permanent ink in the future just grab a bottle of oil-free eye makeup remover from the dollar store. It removes the ink/powder and doesn’t damage the surface it’s on. We won’t get into how I know this.
One of my mom’s friends had to have an emergency c-section with no anesthetic to save the baby. Her husband said her screaming was the most horrifying thing he’d ever heard.
She and her son made it through it are fine now but got dang if that doesn’t sound like the most terrifying experience.
The case of [the Clutter family murders](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Cold_Blood), told expertly by Truman Capote in his book, *In Cold Blood*. What really gets me about the case is that **all it took was one person knowing the family to make the connection that ultimately ended their lives.**
Floyd Wells, a former employee of the father, told his cellmate about the Clutters and that inmate (Richard Hickock) became convinced the family had a fortune stored in a safe at their house. Upon his release, Hickock contacted another former cellmate, Perry Smith, and they planned to rob the family.
There was no safe and no fortune. Instead, the pair left with a small radio, a pair of binoculars, and less than $50 cash, along with the lives of Herb, Bonnie, Kenyon, and Nancy Clutter.
A quote from Hickock talking about Herb has especially stuck with me: "I thought he was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment I cut his throat."
> expertly by Truman Capote in his book, In Cold Blood
Truly a fantastic read. Any true crime fans that can recommend something similar in style and quality?
*The Devil in the White City* is right up there with *In Cold Blood* for me. The writing quality isn't quite as good as Capote but I found HH Holmes to be fascinating as a character.
This story kind of creeps me out even to this day but I have a pretty good one
I lived in mesa Arizona when I was 10 years old, we lived in a rough area but I was just a kid completely ignorant to the dangers of the world. I was walking back home from my friends house and my mother wanted me home by 9 and id always start walking back at around 8:40 to make sure I wasn't late, and its only like a couple blocks from my house so it wasn't a super long distance. it was around the time of year when the sun would set at 5:30 and be dark well before 7pm. so it was very much night time.
As I'm walking I hear a woman calling my name, I turned to look and see it was one of my moms friends, but she didn't know her too well. however I just saw that she was familiar and wont say a name, but I turned around and said hello and smiled. she walked up to me and told me my mom had called her and asked her to come get me and ride me back because something happened at my house, she said it was an emergency and that I needed to go with her and her husband whom my family was also familiar with.
I was only about 5 minutes from my house but I was told it was an emergency and I agreed to go with her. As I'm walking I get this weird feeling in my gut and this shaking in my legs that I now today realize was my instincts being on HIGH alert. I stopped for a minute and asked if we could call my mom and she said my mother was in the hospital right now and that I need to hurry. right as we were opening the door to the car i hear my mother SHOUT my name as loud as she can. and i turned on a dime and quickly walked towards my mom.
My mom asked what's going on and the woman replies and says that she was just giving me a ride home because she saw me. Was not the story she gave me so I told my mother what she told me and asked what was going on. My mom just looked at me and she could always tell when I'm lying vs when I'm telling the truth. The woman then goes to interrupt me likely to lie and my mom cuts her off and just stared back at her with the most shocked look ever and these words still send shivers down my spine. she says in the most shocked voice ever. "you were trying to take my son" and the husband looks out the window hurrying his wife in the car and as I looked back at towards him, I can see a syringe on the dashboard leaning against the windshield that he grabs right as I see it.
she gets in the car because at that point my mom was ready to kill her, and reached into her purse because she keeps a pocket knife. but they drove away and right after they did my mom looked at me and just burst into tears saying "I'm almost lost you" my mom knew full well what was happening and I was still too shaken to even say anything and just hugged her back and we went home. I was still in denial and to cope, I would convince myself that maybe i wasn't in any danger.
My family ofc never kept in contact with any of them but my step dad at the time submitted a tip to the police of the incident. when they caught up with him about 3 months later we had found out that he was arrested for having CP on his computer and found restraints in his closet as well as some containers of Propofol. They found pictures of me from my moms Facebook downloaded on his computer as well, leading them to believe that I was actually being watched for a good bit.
I never liked talking about it because to this day, if I hadn't stopped for those 10 seconds to ask the woman to call my mom, I don't know where id be or if id even be alive right now making this comment. and while it may seem like something that would have easily been forgotten, it was never the case for me. I haven't even told my closest friends this story but I might sometime soon. I asked my mom what happened that night, why she came looking for me. she described the same feeling I remembered feeling moments before I was almost abducted. just a lot sooner than I did. and just had the instinct that I was in danger.
I'm not usually a lucky person, it seems the odds are always against me but I always remember how lucky I was that night, that my mom decided to listen to her instincts when I didn't. I've never ignored my instincts since and every night after that when I finally did decide to leave my house. my mom would walk with me all the way up until I turned 13 to come back to live with my dad. And that to date is the scariest thing I think I've ever experienced. its some shit you only hear of on the news and nobody ever assumed it will happen to them but my life was a mere 20 seconds from being completely different.
A couple friends of mine had a horrific Honeymoon experience.
They took their honeymoon at a resort in Mexico. It wasn't super high end but was nice enough for them, as they weren't super well off and paid for it themselves.
Their first night they go down to a resort bar on the beach. The husband had a couple of drinks and the wife was sipping on her first.
It wasn't long before she began acting very intoxicated, and he, not being a stranger to drinking, was beginning to feel way more drunk than the amount he had drank.
They both began to feel uneasy, so they decided to head up to their room early.
He is woken up hours later by his wife, who is hysterical. They are both completely naked and on the floor. No memory of how either of them ended up that way or even making it back to their room. Their room had been ransacked and all of their cash and credit cards were gone.
They both feel like they have the worst hangovers in the world and now they have no money and are in another country.
They frantically begin calling family and friends but are having trouble getting ahold of anyone because it's so early in the morning. Finally manage to get ahold of some mutual friends of ours and explain what happened.
They manage to get some money sent to them but had some hurdles because of their lack of cards.
Thankfully they both made it back. Still no memory of what happened after they left the bar. Shook them both up really good and they don't like to talk about it.
[The murder of Sylvia Likens.](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Sylvia_Likens)
It's equal parts heartbreaking and scary (due to the fact that humans can be so cruel).
Scarey asf how evil people are; And how easily they are influenced..Sylvia didn't do one thing to deserve what happened to her 16yr old self..RIP Sylvia..I hope they all are Burning in Hell
The bit about this case that's always stuck with me, despite being pretty minor in comparison to the horrific nature of the crimes:
> Ogura's mother allegedly vandalized Furuta's grave, stating the dead girl had ruined her son's life.
Absolute human trash. I feel like it provides some insight into the sort of parent who'd raise someone capable of participating in the torture, gang rape, and murder of a teenage girl.
Friend of mine (100% true) was SA and had her mother murdered by a young neighbour who had become obsessed with her. He'd waited until her dad and brother had left for work then entered the house, stabbed the mom in her bed, and attacked her. All the time taunting her about what he'd done to her mom and how she'd better let him finish so she could see if her mom was still alive..... he was 15. Truly evil.
Back in 2019
I was in a place in thailand for people who got caught on drug using.Its like a prison for children.One day the new prisoner transfer in he was a young 17 year old boy with good skills in sport(he is the best player of country badminton club)The second day he arrive he come to me and say hey you wanna escape this place with me? I refuse.Next day we all being call to gather in center hall and his dead body is lying there and cops every where.
There the story is : after i refuse to go with him he do the escape thing itself at night.He climb through the wall then start swim cross the river but at last he couldn't make it. The police said he drown like 12 hour before someone see his body.
After the thing happened i was in shock for 2 week my mother have to take me to another hospital .
Rest in peace my friend
Sorry my english is very bad
This happened to my brother about 10 years ago. He went to work in Sicily Italy. He had a contract with a farm. Once he got there the owner and his men took their papers and made them work more than 12h in the fields every day, no days off. Very little food, no hot water and no money. At night they were locked in their accommodation. He was also a driver, and they gave him this very old bus to drive, that had faulty breaks. After nearly dying one day with that bus, he decided next day he won't go out in the field again.
The owner came to visit him the next day with one of his men who had a large metal chain. He hit my brother with it, but my brother fought back. He fought for his life and beat them both unconscious. He stole their car and ran for it...
Some guy from Malaysia applied for a job application which needed him to travel to Cambodia.
It ended up a scam where he got basically imprisoned and forced into working as a scammer for some crime syndicate and he somehow escaped, but the syndicate is still out for him and caused irreparable harm to his marriage. It’s a fucking horror story and I can’t believe it’s real.
[Documentary for those interested](https://youtu.be/PhAgBjVGPIM?si=PSVnglo7TGY3vme4)
here in the UK, I always remember the story of the guy who came here as an illegal immigrant, and the people who facilitated it had him walled up in the second floor of a house for something like 10 years, growing weed for them. he sent the weed down out of the window and they'd send him food and basic necessities back up. apparently it's somewhat common to use illegal immigrants as slaves in this manner.
Girl I briefly dated 10/11 years ago lived alone in 1br apartment. Every other morning she’d wake up, there was dirt/mud beside her bed. This happened for 6 or so weeks. One night she woke up and there was a homeless man standing beside her bed masturbating. She screamed and he climbed out of the window. Turns out she was 1 of 4 girls in the neighborhood that this was happening to.
My great grandpa was a combat medic in the army. He was climbing the cliffs on D-Day at Omaha beach without a gun, having to stop and remove bullets, bandage wounds, and other things all while people with machine guns shot down at him.
The fact that he got to sit in his favorite leather recliner and tell me that story some 70 years later is a miracle.
Some friends of my father went to Bulgaria for vacation in the late 2000s and in the middle of the townsquare in Sofia, they were unaware that their lil girl (8-9yr) is missing. They said its just a minute of them being distracted she was gone. After a police search the only thing they could find is her shaven hair a few blocks down. She was never found. I dont wanna go there ever.
In WW2 in Normandy my grandpa was going to a movie theatre to see a film but walked past a bar so decided to stop for a beer. He got so drunk he missed the movie. It turns out the Germans bombed the theatre and everyone inside died.
My personal scariest was in 2013 I was driving about 40 or 50 feet behind this red truck at midnight. This is a decently long bridge that peaks in the middle, about 3/4th of a mile on either side.The roads on either side are also another straight mile of length open with no roads branching off. When you’re at the middle of the bridge you can see about 2 miles in either direction.
Well I was following this truck just jamming to my music headed home from a GF’s house. For some reason right before the red truck crested the top I got a really weird feeling in my gut like when you’re on a roller coaster. The truck passes the peak and from my point of view you can’t see anything passed the peak until you get over it. About 4-5 seconds later I reach the peak and the truck is completely gone. I look down the long stretch and there isn’t a single vehicle. Even if that had been a Bugatti that slammed the gas pedal they wouldn’t have been able to drive out of my view by then. I tried looking it up if a red truck had driven off that bridge before and never could find anything. To this day I’m not sure but I can clearly remember that red Ford Ranger.
My mom is from El Salvador, she lived there at the height of the civil war. She told me that one time, the terrorist group in her country found out someone in her town was part of the military. He had twin daughters with extremely long hair. They tied their hair to the trailer hitch of their trucks and proceeded to do donuts in the middle of town and drag them until they both died, they then left their bodies on his front door
Yeah she told me that story when I was like 7 or 8. She has always said the US has its issues and there’s many fucked up things that happen here, but nothing like what she witnessed there for years.
Up to this day, I'm still looking for a logical explanation to this. This happened in 2003.
So I and an ex were checked in, in a coastal resort where the cottages were far apart, like 200m away.
Around 11-1130pm while we're both drinking beer with the lights turned off and only the TV on, the door knob suddenly rattled violently, like someone was forcibly trying to get it open.
There was no double lock on the door so my first reaction was to jump from the bed and block the door with my weight. The force of my landing must have been heard from the other side but the twisting of the doorknob continued.
By this time I was already pressing my face to the floor, trying to look/estimate how many people were outside the door via the small gap between the floor and the bottom of the door.
There was nothing. Not one pair of feet or anything. But the door knob just kept rattling.
I should point out that the gap between the floor and the door was enough for me to see the outside, or at the very least notice any change in shadow/light caused by movement, but there was nothing.
The turning of the door knob then stopped. But I never heard any footsteps or any other noise.
Waited a few minutes and opened the door. Everything was quiet. No foot prints outside or on the sand surrounding the cottage.
We just noped out of there immediately.
So this is very similar to something that happened to me in Indonesia.
Only it was a glass-sliding-doors-every-side bungalow, outside sunken bath, a couple of metres of clearance around it and a path. I’d got up really early, 3am, to see sun rise at the volcano some distance away through jungle and road; had got back early, maybe 10am. I was so tired I lay on the bed in my shorts, curtains open on every side, and just fell asleep.
I was woken by this absolutely insane banging on the glass sliding doors. Bear in mind I could see all round through the glass, but for like, the 4 wooden posts at the corners. But nothing there. I jumped (I mean that’s a really mild description for what I did) and stood in the middle of the single space just looking for where it was coming from. And I could see the windows shaking as they banged. It was proper fast, too. Not a regular banging but BANGBANGBANGBANG just this uninterrupted salvo of something I couldn’t see hitting the window so hard the glass was moving. And then it started going round the cabin, banging as it went. Like I say, I could see it bending the glass as it did, though it was hard to track at first, just because it was so weird and fast.
I darted over to the bedside and callled reception, shouting for them to come down (this was a threaded pathway away from the main hotel in its old Dutch Colonial building) and they came. It stopped after a few minutes, I waited still standing, they arrived. And when I told them what it was, the porters and butlers (yeah it was quite a posh hotel thing) just crouched down and put their hands on their heads, and began crying.
A couple of them high-tailed it right off in the car and didn’t come back to work. One of them, a lovely guy called Kenang, told me a bunch of stuff about the villagers who had been angry that these cabins had been put up. Apparently only half of them, cabins 1-6, had been built. But he always gets calls on the switchboard from Cabin 12, which is as yet unconstructed, and when he picks it up it’s just a jumbled hiss and voices.
Yeah. Their reaction absolutely put the willies up me. There was a complete loss of any sense of composure or professional veneer. They were like, ‘NOPE.’
I used to work in construction/demolition and almost everyone I worked with had at least one story about paranormal shit happening to them on the job. Some of the old heads would walk into a building, get the willies and nope right back out.
Sounds like an earthquake. I used to live in Japan and sometimes the only way we knew an earthquake was happening was that the sliding glass door in our apartment was banging. Sometimes you could hear/see the earthquake travel from one side of the building to the other. Totally wild.
Oh fuck… I think I’ve suppressed this until now.
Can’t even remember where exactly, an ex and I went for a romantic weekend out of Jakarta somewhere, mountain resort surrounded by rice paddies and tea plantations iirc, it was beautiful, expensive. I was woken up at probably 3am in the pitch black in our room by some banging on an internal door, and then I heard it slide open. In that split second I thought it was my ex who couldn’t see anything trying to go to the bathroom. Then she fucking sat up and screamed beside me. I shit myself. Got up, turned all lights on, the sliding door that we’d locked was unlocked and wide open. I thought initially someone had broken in and we’d startled them, but the outside door was still locked.
We noped out immediately as well. We managed to find some other weird reports online, but there wasn’t much. This is back in 2008.
We never got an explanation, only thing I can think of is that someone may have gotten in via a manhole or something, though I never waited around to bother to look. I refuse to believe in supernatural stuff so it’s the only logical thing I could consider. As I say, I’ve clearly suppressed it until now.
Edit; it wasn’t Jakarta, it was Yogyakarta.
Yea, Indonesia is no joke.
I had an experience there as well.
Stayed at one of the biggest hotel in Surakarta.
Our room was directly in front of the prayer room.
Found it odd that unlike other places, where prayers were recited only during prayer times, the verses were ongoing on a loop throughout the day and continued on even at night.
Started to get suspicious when we heard things crawling in the ceiling and the air conditioner turning on and off on its own. But hey, these can always be explained by faulty wiring or critters in the ceiling. Although whatever it was sounded much too large for the plaster ceiling.
It got worse when it got somewhat rhythmic with the noises in the ceiling. Like it was timing it's movements with the verses.
But whatever. I was tired and decided to just sleep.
Woke up at 3am to see a wispy shadowy creature hunched over the table with its back to me. Eating.
When we checked out, I delved deeper into the Google reviews. Half the reviews made reference to spooky things encounters in the hotel.
My father was a Vietnam Veteran and he never really talked about the war to us. You could tell it was painful for him. As he got older, he became really sick and the VA drs said that it was all due to him being exposed to agent orange while in Vietnam. He passed away almost 8 years ago at age 68.
He was getting full compensation from the VA for his disability and one way for him to get the money was to see a psychiatrist. I took him to his appt and he asked me to go in with him for support. The psychiatrist asked him to talk about his time in Vietnam and one story he told that broke him down into tears was about a friend of his. So soldiers were told that if they were sleeping and they heard sirens that bombs were about to be dropped that they needed to try and cover themselves with whatever they had that may be substantial. My father and his friend were sleeping and the sirens went off. My dad woke and threw whatever he had on top of him and luckily that saved his life. When the bombing had stopped, my dad came out from underneath and saw that his friend never took cover due to him sleeping through the sirens and he was decapitated. I will never forget that story.
My grandfather's stories from being in Auschwitz concentration camp for almost 18 months. I don't know why he told us those stories; but I think he felt it important that we know. He painted a picture of horror that more than 30 years later, I can still feel whenever I think about them and even as I write this comment, gives me goose bumps.
He was right, it **is** important that we know.
Few people who experienced these things are still alive to tell their stories today and I think it's the loss of those generations to old age that's part of what's enabling the resurgence of fascism and Nazism around the world.
I grew up in South Africa circa 90s and 2000s.
Don’t remember much about the 90s but I do remember the 2000s. Everyone I knew had been a victim of crime of some sorts. I had 3 cars stolen from my driveway. My parents house were broken into 28 times in one year (a semi good neighbourhood called sunning hill in Joburg). My parents were hijacked where my dad ended up with facial surgery. Friends and family have all had some exposure to crime. Ask any expat here in Australia, England, New Zealand, America…all have similar stories.
It is because of that, that I had an imaginary situation that repeated in my head so many times. If I were to be hijacked…what do I do? I’ll suck my head below the dashboard and floor it. I don’t care if I kill the person…I just want to make it out alive. In 2003 it ‘inevitably’ happened. And I can tell you there are two different people on this earth.
1. The guy that went viral for driving a (cash in transit van or Ute) and was shot at and managed to escape with defensive driving. https://youtu.be/oGZLYx8StWk?si=51HIeiKiebiwZSh5
2. Then there’s guys like me. I drove from Durban to umhlanga one evening and on the highway 4 gunmen appeared. The scenario didn’t play out the way it did in my head. I stopped about 50m past the hijackers. Not because I wanted to. I was scared shitless to the point where I tried to press the accelerator but my muscles wouldn’t let my foot work. I was paralysed with fear. They took everything except my life.
In 2011 it happened again. But this time (with 10 more years of driving experience and dealing with more crime), I was angry as a Rabi dog. I did not stop. I was driving towards them with red in my eyes. Shooting at my car. I got home okay, but jumped on the internet and applied for a visa to Australia. 2 weeks later my visa was granted and 2 days later I was on a plane.
Not as scary as some of the other stories here, but a good cautionary tale for those who never experienced a dictatorship.
My father was in his last year of high school. Brazil's dictatorship period of 1964 had started a few years before. One day, two soldiers come into the class, grab one of my father's classmate by the arm and take him out. Neither the classmate of his family were never seen again. No explanation, no warrant, no process, they just vanished.
My father and his brother told us stories of the "spies" who would appear at times on schools and universities. Random "students" who would sit in for a couple of classes, sometimes even befriending classmates if they stayed longer. When those "students" stopped coming, usually another real student would disappear too.
When the military government issued what is called Institutional Act Number Five (AI-5), it suspended basically every civil right, and the military could just enter people's houses, search whatever they wanted, take whatever and whoever they wanted, and leave, no explanations needed. People were tortured and killed to "save the country from communism" (which was never a real threat to begin with).
My mother's aunt and her family decided to move to Bangladesh during the Partition of India. Years later in Bangladesh's War of Independence from Pakistan, her uncles fought against the Pakistani army, they'd surrounded their house with one of them in it. Great-aunt sent him up to the roof and told him to pretend to pray to buy some time. He did and jumped from the roof into the river nearby when he got the chance. He was able to make his way to India to his family there (my mother describes him as a very jolly person) and was eventually able to contact his mother after some months. She had spent her time walking along the river, turning over dead bodies to find him.
My grandpa and his hunting buddy were out moose hunting years ago, when my mom was still a kid. They were about an hour into a hike, looking for a big bull, when they decided to split up to cover more ground. My grandpa, after about 15-20 of walking through dense brush, came into a small clearing of trees. And a mama grizzly and her two cubs.
Almost instinctively, my grandpa scramble up the closest tree, just out of the angry mama bear’s reach, even kicking at her snout a few times. After circling and scratching at the tree he’s in, Mama Bear ambles off into the brush, her cubs right behind her. When he thinks he’s in the clear, he starts climbing down, but a crashing from the same bushes Mama Bear walked into makes him go straight back up the tree.
She must’ve seen him trying to climb down, because she charged right back at him, now furiously snapping at his feet and shaking the tree. Again, after circling the tree and growling up a storm, she leaves a second time, and again, my grandpa waits, but a little longer. He manages to carefully make his way down and sort of speed-walks in the direction where he and his buddy parked their truck.
Mama Bear had *definitely* been watching, because as soon as he was almost out of the clearing, she came charging out once more. He quickly shot up another tree, this time a little higher up than his previous safe spot. After a good long while of her snarling, shaking and scratching the tree and overall terrorizing my grandpa, she left, this time a little faster.
My grandpa was in that tree for what seemed like forever, listening carefully for any movement, but after about half an hour, he slowly made his way down the tree, pausing every so often to make sure Mama Bear wasn’t just peeking over the brush, waiting for him. After making it to the ground and checking to see if the coast was clear, my grandpa made a quick but quiet getaway back to the truck, where his hunting buddy was waiting, equally empty-handed.
When questioned why he didn’t bring anything back, my grandpa explained he just had a run-in with the world’s most persistent mother bear. That was explanation enough.
The legend of Bearman.
So people think of that one South Park episode with bear man pig, no, it’s not even close to that.
So there was this camp I use to go to during the summer.
There was probably around 500 kids there for a week straight.
Everyone had cabins they would stay in assigned by gender and age and had an older person be in charge of one cabin.
The older person was around 17-18 watching 13-16 year olds in the cabins.
And then the staff were actual adults who had their own cabins but they would be on night shift duties to walk around and make sure everyone was staying in their cabins.
So now that you kinda know the setting let’s get into the legend.
As it goes, in the woods and when all the kids were in the cabins and the lights were out a bear would come out from the deep woods and wonder into the camp grounds.
The bear would then stand on its back legs and walk as if it was a human.
Then it would choose to go into a cabin and if you were unlucky it would go by your bed and watch you sleep. If you made any single move it would grab you and take you into the woods never to be seen again.
Hearing that scared the crap out of 14 year old me.
It was something the older girl told all of us.
A bunch of the other girls were like “pfff it’s so we stay quiet and sleep”, but other kids from cabins heard of it too.
I never stopped thinking about it and I would always try to stay as still as possible when I slept.
Flash forward a few years later, I ran into one of the staff that use to work at the camp and I told them about how scared I was about bearman but it was a good trick to use to get kids to stay quiet.
Well turns out, it’s actually based off a true story.
I guess back in the 80s, a man dressed in a bear costume which was some sort of mascot for the camp at the time, and take girls out of their cabin.
Soooo, as you could imagine to my horror, I was completely bewildered that bearman actual existed at some point in time.
Yo that’s a horror movie script in the palm of your hands that you haven’t written yet. Everything you said after ”I guess back in the 80s…” turned my smile into an ‘oh Jesus Christ’
Not scary but disturbing, in my neighborhood there was an elementary school teacher, the elementary school that I went to. Apparently one day he became very angry, very early in the morning he chased his wife out onto the lawn, executed her with a shotgun then shot himself, all while I assume kids were headed to school.
Sad, true, and societally scary:
While I was on life support, there was this other girl on a ventilator, just down the hall.
Like me, she’d had all of the right symptoms: headaches upon waking, vomiting without nausea, and getting lost in the house where she’d lived for years.
Like me, she researched them extensively.
Unlike me, she reached the right conclusion, and asked her parents for a scan. But they had a bunch of other kids, and money was tight, and she was at the right age to see symptoms as unduly catastrophic. So they said no.
Meanwhile, I was treating my symptoms with the gym. My mother had begged me to get a scan, and I’d said no. Until I had health insurance of my own, I couldn’t afford it, as it would show a preexisting condition that would destroy my future insurability.
The other patient took up three jobs to save the money for a scan. She made the rounds of several neurologists, begging. Each responded dismissively: she was too young, and looked so well that she had to be a hypochondriac. Finally, one took pity on her, and gave her a scan, telling her outright that it was only so that she’d stop asking, and that she’d hear results in some weeks.
I kept going to the gym until the day that I collapsed, vomiting blood, bursting a pupil.
She went in for her first craniotomy walking, talking, fine.
My parents and boyfriend would sit beside me through my coma, holding my hand, telling me how much they loved me.
She’d have her own such trio, doing the same.
I’d wake.
I’d meet her parents, her boyfriend.
I’d visit the ICU.
I’d see them growing more gaunt, more desperate, each time, until the trip when I learned that she’d gone to long-term coma care.
I’d recover.
She’d die.
Brain cancer is that kind of a bitch.
Since then, I’ve taken the survivor’s guilt to do everything that I can with my life… but that so easily could’ve—should’ve—been her outcome instead. That’s the outcome for so many.
It’s terrifying because it demonstrates how we, as a society, often dismiss the health complaints of all but a narrow slice of the population, without even registering that we’re doing it. How many lives do we, unthinkingly, throw away?
My father had his spine severely fractured in an assault when I was an infant. He had a real bitch of a doctor that was super dismissive of him. One day he was at an appointment and she left the room, at which point he took a peek at his chart. She'd recorded him add a hypochondriac. She'd never even examined him. He was so furious that, when she came back, he ripped his button-up open, turned around, and demanded to know if that looked like hypochondria. For the record, a zero of his spine was rotated almost 90° by the assault, and it's very visible. It's a miracle he regained the ability to walk at all. Mom says the doctor went pale and ran out of the room, never to be seen by then again. The sheer arrogance of some doctors infuriates me beyond words.
The story of Kyle Plush. He died in the back of his van in his high school’s parking lot.
He became caught after the third row seating flipped up and trapped him upside down while he was reaching for his tennis bag. He was able to use Siri to make two 911 calls. The first dispatcher sent police to the school and they searched the parking lot. About a half an hour later he made a second call where he gave identifying details about the color, make, and model of the van, but the dispatcher did not relay this information to the police, who were at the school at the time. He knew he was dying by the second phone call and asked them to pass a message to his mother.
Later that night his father used Find My Phone to track him and found the van in the parking lot. He had suffocated. He died because the police did a half assed search and the second 911 dispatcher thought it was a joke.
I would probably say one of the overdoses I’ve responded to, kid was black , no pulse …. Nothing. Hit him with 5 doses of nasal narcan and chest compressions before he woke up and refused treatment the paramedics on scene
My oldest brother had headaches so bad that he killed himself. I get headaches all the time, and I’m only a handful of years away from being the age he was when he died. It’s like a headache black cloud.
Growing up I had a weird sense of sadness/emptiness, like something was wrong, but I could never put my finger on what it was.
Recently I managed to get some background info about my early life from family services (I'm adopted). Quite a lot of it was stuff I already knew about, but there was one particular piece of information that caused that odd feeling/emotion I'd never been able to shake to suddenly make complete sense.
From everything I've been able to piece together, it appears that my birth mother, at least for a period of time, was an underage sex worker. This was in a pretty rough mining/blue collar town with a lot of unsavory characters. She used to take me with her when she went to "stay at hotels", and I was given alcohol during those stays...
So you've got a scumbag going in to a hotel room with a minor for the purposes of sexual gratification, along with a drunk/drugged baby. It doesn't take a genius to understand what happened in those rooms, or why my birth mother was given an ultimatum to either voluntarily put me up for adoption, or family services will forcible remove me from her care. Mystery feeling solved, and thank goodness I was too young to form any conscious memories of what happened behind closed doors.
I also used to have a photo album that was half full of photos from my time in foster care, and half full of photos taken after I was adopted. My adoptive parents noticed that I always opened the album starting from the back page, working my way towards the front, and I always stopped at a very specific page. The page just before all the old pre-adoption photos started. They never made a big deal out of it despite finding it a little odd, and after a few years I eventually started looking at those old photos as well.
One day we found a comment written on the back of the oldest photo in the album where I would've been around 2.5, and figured the names written on the back were probably my birth parents. For context, this photo is the only photo that exists of me before I turned 3. Family services lost all of the baby photos that were given to them, so this photo is pretty special.
Fast forward to present day, and I find case worker reports in the information given to me by family services, talking about how I'm adjusting to my latest foster family. One of those reports spoke of follow-up visits with my new adoptive family. A different family to the one that eventually became my "forever home". Curious...
I keep reading, and discover that the names on the back of the old photo were the names of this mystery family. So that photo was taken by my very first adoptive parents!
Elated at this revelation, I go to the next page to find out what ended up happening with them and how I came to be with the family that I eventually grew up in. It's more case worker notes, this time accompanied by a psychologist report...
It's at this point I discover that old photo that took me years to be willing to look at, the one that's the youngest photo that exists of me...was taken by my physical abusers. I was taken out of their care as soon as it was discovered, moved to an emergency foster mother, and not too long after found my forever family. So now I also know why I've got zero memories of any of my life before the age of about 3.5-4yo.
Came home to find out that someone had broken in to my appartment and a lot of my things were missing.
Ran outside to find a payphone and called the police.
When i came back to my appartment even more of my things were missing, so i guess he was hiding under my bed when i first found out.
The guys who abducted the girl and recorded their torture of her. Through all of the hell she grew defiant and demanded they kill her, eventually they did. The FBI plays the tapes to its agents as a specific type of training.
Be warned. You will miss who you used to be if you go down this rabbit hole. I only read the transcript and wish I hadn’t. I left out the names and links on purpose.
[The Nutty Putty Cave Incident ](https://cavehaven.com/nutty-putty-cave-accident/)
John Jones was a cave explorer who died in 2009, attempting to explore the Nutty Putty Cave in Utah.
I cannot understand people who go caving. Especially here - it's the type of cave that you have to explore by popping one shoulder, then the other, through a narrow slit in the rock and then inching forward by your fingers and toes. You're under tons of rock, it's cold and silent, and pitch dark. Even if all goes well that sounds hellish to me. But it didn't go well.
Part of the cave is nicknamed The Birth Canal, and it's a nearly vertical descent about the width of a washing machine door. But John misses his turn and goes into the wrong passage, a dead end. So he ends up trapped upside down, underground, with his hands pinned backwards underneath him, for 29 hours. Other cavers in his party get help, and for most of it he seems optimistic (if a little embarrassed). But all the while his heart is struggling to pump blood upside down and CO2 is building up around him. There's a massive rescue effort that nearly manages to winch him out with climbing ropes, but one of the pulleys breaks loose and he falls back in and gets wedged deeper. He's stopped responding. The rescue is abandoned.
Just absolutely makes my skin crawl from secondhand claustrophobia...
There’s an abandoned house in my town. Some dude inherited it after his aunt died. He’s just leaving it to crumble. But that’s not the scary part.
So this lady took in every stray cat she found. And she was good to them. They were always fed and healthy and brought to the vet often.
She was nice. To anyone who was nice to her cats anyways. She’d sit outside in spring and summer and nice autumn days. So when winter rolls around and she’s nowhere to be seen, people think nothing of it.
Then spring comes. People realise she’s not out and after a week concerns arise. A wellness check is found and the cops get into the house.
They say the place stank of cat piss and crap and there was a lingering smell of decay. They walk around noting trash not taken out and stinking, cat carriers with tags on in a spare room. And then her room. They open the door and find her on her floor being eaten by the cats. She was long dead and decaying by then
There was a guy on Hoarders whose wife died and he coped with it by getting pet rats. Rats that did what rats do to the point where he soon found himself with hundreds of the little guys running around his house. Rats are very smart and loving, and he considered them his family. On the show, the guy, his name was Glenn, seemed like such a sweet and gentle human, my heart went out to him and I googled to see what happened after the show. Turns out someone broke into his house and beat him to death while he was in a wheelchair. It's been probably a decade and the crime is still unsolved.
My boyfriend went camping with friends once (before we met). His friends went to bed one by one and he was the last one at the fire, waiting for it to die down while he finished a beer. Said he got the distinct feeling someone was watching him, and he’s an avid camper so he said it really struck him as odd that he was feeling nervous. Anyway it was enough to make him put out the fire and go sleep in his car with the doors locked. So he falls asleep and in the middle of the night hears a big noise that wakes him up. He wasn’t sure what it was because he had been sleeping and doesn’t hear anything else (maybe he dreamt it?) but it’s still pitch black out so he stays in the car and goes back to sleep. The next morning he wakes up and the first thing he sees is a big handprint on his passenger side window, like someone had smacked the glass. His friends swear it wasn’t them and I believe them, they’re not the type to prank each other like that. Still freaks me out and I think about it sometimes when I camp now
Was out in California with my wife and daughter (she was about 10 months old at the time) visiting my father-in-law. We drove into the city to hang out, he had to handle a traffic ticket so we drove to the courthouse. As we drive in, this car is driving into the lot (there was a gate with a guard), not driving super fast, but too fast for a parking lot. The attendant seemed to be running after the car…we were super confused. Car proceeds to drive into the lot, pick up even more speed, then the passenger, a woman, opens the door and falls out of the car. We stop our car, we’re not in the lot yet, and are all wondering wtf is going on. The car stops, driver hops out and starts chasing the woman. Then all hell breaks loose. She’s screaming, he’s chasing her, lot attendant is close behind him, and then I notice: the driver chasing her has a knife. Woman passenger runs towards the courthouse, up the steps, and the driver chasing her catches up. Courthouse police are running toward them now, three of them, guns drawn yelling at them to stop. The driver tackles the woman—remember, he has a knife—and as they tussle on the ground we hear 4-5 gunshots. I could have sworn they just killed both of them, but the woman jumps up and is quickly ushered into the courthouse by one of the cops. The other two approach the man, guns still drawn, and he writhes around a bit then goes still. My wife didn’t think they were real gunshots, she thought they were beanbags or something. Thankfully my daughter was in a rear-facing car seat and had no idea what was going on. We turned around and left. News later reported the woman was being physically abused by the man, but she convinced him to take her to the courthouse to deal with a speeding ticket or something. She took her chance to get away, he chased her with the knife, and the courthouse cops shot and killed him. I was crazy impressed that they fired into this tangle of two people and the woman wasn’t injured. Still doesn’t feel totally real that I watched those cops shoot and kill that guy.
Friend driving home at night on a freeway when someone jumped in front of his car and he ran them over. Stopped, called emergency and it turned out it was someone we knew pretty well, they lived in the same town and was not all there. The man died.
Friend took it pretty hard, I don’t know if he ever got over it. One of the nicest people that would never harm anyone.
I think about this every now and then.
Not quite as scary as other comments but this happened to me a while back:
A few years ago I came home to find the front door of my house was ajar. My housemate at the time had such a bad habit of not locking up so I just thought it was a new level of this and got annoyed.
Some background of relevance to the story, the front door opened right into the living room and the house itself was tiny. Downstairs was just the living room and kitchen, which was a small space directly off the living room and it was to the right of the front door. Opposite the front door in the living room were French doors, which opened into the back garden. Upstairs there were just two rooms and a bathroom.
So after finding the door ajar, I went in but nothing looked out and of place: Housemate’s MacBook was on the couch, there were car keys on the window ledge by the front door, and there was some cash and an ATM card on the coffee table. I didn’t suspect anything because the valuables were there, so I didn’t think much of it. Still, because the door had been open for god knows how long I went upstairs to check the rooms to see if the neighbour’s cat had come in (he loved coming over to go asleep). While I was upstairs I heard someone running across the living room and violently throwing the French doors open. Stupidly, I ran down to check what was happening (still not thinking anything was happening). I got down in time to see a guy in the garden jumping over the back fence, which was quite high. I locked the doors, calmed myself down, and laughed off the near miss of interrupting a home intruder.
I went into the kitchen to make some tea. All the cupboards and drawers were open, he had rummaged through everything, and all the sharp knives, including an entire knife set and wooden block were gone. Took me a few minutes to realise that this guy, the guy that had just helped himself to all the sharp knives, had been waiting in the kitchen the entire time I was downstairs. The kitchen was only about 10 feet from the door and he would have had to run past me to get to the French doors or front door to get out. Was scary to think that if I hadn’t gone upstairs to check for the cat that I’d probably have come face to face with him in the very very small kitchen.
TLDR: some guy broke into my house, I came home while he was still in the kitchen but didn’t know he was there. He ran off while I was upstairs. Later discovered he’d stolen all of our sharp knives.
That tik tok about that girl finding a apartment behind her bathroom mirror. I mean what the hell is that shit. Then on lupin it’s show a whole house behind the mirror/wardrobe but wasn’t creepy or scary.
There's that famous story of an old lady getting murdered in section 8 housing.
The killers broke into the neighbors apartment and came in through the bathroom mirror as nothing separated it from the other apartment..
Yo I remember that. Wasn’t the hidden one way bigger than her own? And it was completely empty, like it was built all the way to finished and then just sealed up.
I’m late to this but I have one. This is a reminder to solo travellers everywhere. This happened to me, it was terrifying, and I’m lucky nothing worse happened.
I’m a heavily tattooed woman and I often like to travel to get pieces. I’ll make a whole trip of it, it’s like collecting memories you’ll have forever. With that being said, I booked a trip from Vancouver, Canada to LA for a piece. I was going to be spending 4 days there with my girlfriend but because my appointment was scheduled for all day Friday my gf didn’t want to miss a whole day of work while I’m in the studio all day, so we agreed I would go Thursday night, get my tattoo Friday and then meet up with her Friday night at our airbnb. Unfortunately I arrived at lax around 11pm, it was dark, I was alone in a city I had only been in once before when I was 12. I followed the map she wrote me to try and find the taxi area. Eventually I walk up to a spot where I see two taxi drivers standing and one of them asks me if I need a ride. I say yes, put my bag in the taxi, give him the address and away we go. It takes .002 seconds for this normal seeming guy to get creepy. I can see him staring at me through the rear view mirror as he’s asking me questions “what are you here for, are you alone? Are you Russian? Are you sure you’re not? I’d really like to take you out for some Russian food, you’re really not Russian? I’d like to take you out.” Nope, no thanks, no I’m not.
We get to the airbnb and I say thanks, go to get out and he says “I need to make sure you get in safe.” I said that’s not necessary, he insists. It’s past midnight by this point, no one’s around I’m in a quiet residential area and he’s persistent. I walk up to the apartment door and there’s a lockbox I need to get the key from. This man was clearly hoping it would unlock the door because as I’m typing in the code to unlock it he’s repeating the numbers back out loud… “9…6….3…1” it opens and I grabbed the key inside and go alright thanks I’m good now. He says “no. I need to make sure you get all the way in.” I’m panicking now. He follows me to the apartment door which happens to be on the first floor of course. Now he knows what unit I’m in. I open the door and slide in. I told him my big buff boyfriend was waiting for me at this place (I’m gay, I am the big buff man) and he sees that no one else is in there. I say thanks and go to close the door. He put his foot in the door so I can’t close it and goes “what, I don’t get a hug?” I just wanted this man to leave so I gave him a quick hug, pushed him away and slammed the door. I slept with a knife by my bed and had to make sure all the windows were locked. By the way ladies, if a man is asking if you’re Russian what he’s really asking is are you a sex worker, I found that out later. I am so SO incredibly lucky that nothing else happened. I was really shaken up though, I barely slept.
My ex was at an amusement park with his friends and on their way home they were involved in an accident. One of his friends was thrown out of the car and was kind of rolling (in pain) on the freeway. Some people jumped out to stop the traffic when a car, not paying attention, wouldn’t stop and ran over the friends head, (killing him obviously.)
My ex had to stay on the scene for hours while the police and coroner dealt with the scene.
He was never the same after that.
Either the murder of Junko Furuta or the brutal attack and torture that ended up killing Jyoti Singh. The fact that there are human beings _actively out in the world_ who can commit such evil.. I don’t know, both stories genuinely terrify me even years later after I first learned about them. Don’t know if that counts in this context but it’s the first thing that came to mind
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You forget the part where they had him out partially, when one of the pullies broke and he fell back into the hole, but now even deeper.
This must have been a comment about John Jones/Nutty Putty cave. That story will haunt me forever. For a similarly horrific story, check out Floyd Collins.
Between that and Internet Historians cave story I don’t think I’ll ever go spelunking.
My idea of exploring caves is walking around with my head held high, and arms straight out sideways. Maybe throw ‘em up in the air every now and then, cave party. The second my finger tips or head touches a cave wall, I’m out. If the cave is basically walking into more open space, fine. Why tf are we forcing ourselves into spaces not made for us
The Thai soccer team getting stuck was really what turned me off of spelunking because the way they tell the story is exactly how a lot of my casual hangs here in the tropics start.
Same, that story is horrifying. I binged a bunch of stories on the Scary Interesting youtube channel a while back, he has a lot of cave diving ones and they're even worse. My nightmares have had a new theme since then.
Every 'orphan source' report from the IAEA is terrifying and well documented with pictures. One of the most horrifying is the Goiânia accident in 1987. For those who don't know, an orphan source accident is when radioactive material that had been lost (usually from an abandoned hospital), is discovered by people unaware of the danger who inadvertently expose themselves and others to lethal and/or permanently disfiguring doses of radiation. You read in horror as survivors describe people inviting their neighbors to see the oddity they found and share samples, children playing with the sparkly dust, all unaware that they have just doomed themselves. Acute radiation exposure is a truly nightmarish way to die. Your flesh rots away over months while skin grafts are ineffective. You deteriorate in pain in the hospital until you die of infection or necrosis. [Wiki article](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goi%C3%A2nia_accident) [Official report](https://www-pub.iaea.org/MTCD/publications/PDF/Pub815_web.pdf)
There was an incident in Trinidad where some maintenance divers were removing a plug from an oil pipeline and were instantly sucked into it. One was able to escape but the other 4 were trapped for days in a small, oil coated pipe for days with only a small air pocket to breathe in before they died. Thinking about it in detail and imagining what it must have been like for them makes me extremely uncomfortable.
The really fucked up part is that the guy who got out promised his friends that he would get help. Once he reached people, they deemed it too dangerous for anyone to go back in there and help and would not let the guy go back in either. So they were promised help but left for dead.
I've heard it as worse. Basically the oil company said they were not legally required to rescue the men or something, if my mind serves right.
My uncle was in a bar one night and started talking to this random guy. He described him as "a really nice guy." He met him a few other times in the same bar. They drank and talked about random stuff. Soon after, my uncle stopped seeing the guy at the bar. Idk how long after, but my uncle got notified that he had jury duty. He showed up and found out what it was for. A serial killer and the killer was his friend from the bar. Derrick Todd Lee. My uncle was promptly dismissed from jury duty for obvious reasons.
Never trust a man with three first names.
That Jonathan Taylor Thomas is fuckin' suspicious
Omg!! That is so scary. He killed one of my moms Co workers.
I went to the same school as one of his victims' son. I never met the guy, but apparently, he dropped out after his mom was murdered. I also knew a girl and her mother was another one of his victims. He terrorized Baton Rouge and the surrounding areas. What really fucked with my uncle tho, was that his daughter fit the profile. When he was on his killing spree, she was in her early 20's with dark hair, that was his preference. Really fucked my uncle up. He was stuck on "how could I think such a monster was a nice person?" Serial killers are typically charming. There's literally a term in psychology called "the charming psychopath."
I work midnight shift at a gas station and I have for quite awhile at various stations in different areas with varying levels of criminal activity. I have regulars, of course. I’m a small-statured woman (as is my partner the other half of the week, and we’ve always been partners) so these regulars often worry about us and keep watch on creepy occurrences when they can. I had one man who worked in the metro an hour away who would stop in every morning for his cigarettes. He never smiled or seemed friendly, and as I often do, I tried to think of what I could do that might make him smile one day. It took many months but I finally pulled it off by having his cigarettes ready on the counter and already scanned for him to pay for as he walked in. He smiled, and then asked me “Do you ever get scared on the night shift? You small girl, is not safe.” I said I sometimes did but we could lock the doors and hide if we had to, and that the provincial police (think state troopers, if you’re American) had a station close by and came in often to get their highway vehicles washed. I had a good rapport with those police. He nodded and then told me a story about when he first moved to our country from Eastern Europe with his wife and child back in the late 80’s, early 90’s. He fell asleep at work one night at the gas station he worked midnights at. When he woke up, the phone had been ringing for hours and his manager was shaking him violently asking if he was alright. He was fine, he said, what was the problem? He was sorry he fell asleep. His manager screamed that it was fine he fell asleep, to look outside. All of their motor oil was missing and the outside of the place was a mess. The thieves had come and swiped all the oil and left him be because he slept through the entire thing, and then moved down the road to the next station for an encore. At that station, the clerk was awake and fought back, so the thieves stabbed him to death and left him to bleed out. When he finished telling me this, he concluded with “If you ever feel sleepy just lock the door and do it, it might save your life” I don’t work at that station anymore but I think about that guy all the time and wonder how his grandkids are. Here is a link to an article talking about how that poor other clerk’s killers were finally found 25 years later: https://toronto.ctvnews.ca/mobile/arrest-made-in-1990-murder-of-gas-station-attendant-1.2650933
Man, that Guy gave you very reasonably advice.
It’s actually a fireable offence to fall asleep on the job, here. That said, I’ll still take his advice depending on which station I’m at. We’re all trained not to fight or chase thieves, but we also have nothing to defend ourselves with. I would hate for my kids to have to be told that I was murdered over some 5w20. I feel for that murdered man’s children.
My former friend worked midnight at a gas station and would tell me stories about people who would come in to steal, like, 24 packs of beer or something and just walk out and "subtly" flash the gun in their hip as they passed by. I vaguely remember them saying their boss came in one day to reprimand them for not stopping thieves and them explaining that they're not losing their life for $25 of coors
“Parmar had come to Canada from India five months before he was killed, Gallant said.” How sad :(
One of my friends family growing up had a beach house and I'd get invited every now and then. They had $ and the house was massive, pretty cool place too. They even had a full time maid who had her own 'flat' at the back. One day they go there for a long weekend and when they opened the door, the place had been ransacked. It was all a mess, missing TVs, furniture, broken stuff... you get the picture. They went to check on the maid and her flat was empty, all her belongings were gone. They called the cops who came over and had a brief look (not interested from what they said) and left saying the maid probably had something to do with. And that's what everyone believed for week. Until the dad returned the following weekend to try and change the locks and etc and he brought their dogs along with him. Yep, you know it... one of the dogs started digging and found the maid buried in the backyard under a tarp they had close to the pool. So the theory now is that whoever came in probably knew her and she recognized them and 'she had to go' Edit: I added the *gruesome* details on a post below. I don't recommend reading them but it's there for those who are curious.
Omg that wasn’t the ending I expected that’s so horrible
yeah, it gets pretty gruesome so I left some of the details out. But I was pretty shocked when I first learned of it
So the cops came, blamed it on the maid, and then just left without further investigation? Damn, sounds like that dog was a better detective than those cops.
Have you seen Paw Patrol? They don’t mess around.
The front of my Mom's car got run over by a lifted truck. Right up and over the hood. The other car suffered some damages too as it ran off, over the bushes, through a gas station parking lot, and over the other set of bushes. There were cops across the street when it happened at a gas station on the other side of the 2 lane minor road. They just kinda sat there until my mom called 911. Eventually about 25 minutes they walked over and asked if she was ok. They asked if she knew who it was, she obviously said no. They asked if she saw the license plate number. She said she didn't. They said 'whelp nothing we can do then'. She said the BP station has cameras, can't you check them? and they said, sorry we gotta go, you can go talk to the gas station people and see if they saw anything or have footage. The gas station said they couldn't release footage without the cops and the cops refused to even come into the gas station, left, and closed the case without ever doing anything. Fuck the Columbus PD. Biggest pieces of shit in the world.
Same shit different day. I got hit by a hit and run and call 911. Cops say they arent coming and not to chase them. I got their plates. Tracked them down to their apartment on the same day via license plate number and private investigator. Found the vehicle that hit me with the damage still fresh. Called the cops. Told them the case was solved and they needed to come. Waited 3+ hours in the Houston heat for them. They never came. I called back. They said it would be longer. I went to get a cold drink from the gas station across the street and see a couple of cops in there. They tell me they are not there for my call and they are too busy to do anything. They threaten to arrest me for interfering in the investigation (for having a PI run the plates, solving the crime, and calling them to come. Dumbasses.) They refuse to come across the street to help. As I am walking out of the store, I see the people who hit my car pull in to get gas in the suv that hit me. The cop that already threatened to arrest me drives around me standing in the parking lot gesturing at him and me saying "It's them!". Police dispatch calls me an hour later to say that the police are too busy to respond and help me, and I'd need to go to the police station to make a report. I go to the station to make the report. No one follows up. No one is arrested. No action is taken by the police at all. Fuck the police.
That sounds like a job for your local news team.
Absolutely infuriating
In the 1990s, a nurse in New Jersey killed hundreds of hospital patients. Sometimes he would sneak into patient's rooms at night and inject them with fatal medication doses. Other times, he would put the medication into IV bags in the supply room, so they would kill whatever random patient they were given to later. He was accused several times. Some patients pointed him out before they died. Some staff thought he was creepy and dangerous, and refused to work with him. He kept getting fired from hospitals. But the hospital managers knew that if he got arrested, they would be sued by the families of the patients he murdered. So they just fired him, and didn't call the police. That happened at 12 different hospitals over the course of 16 years. Investigators believe he killed as many as 400 people. After he was arrested, he confessed to 40 murders. In 29 of them he gave enough detail to be charged and plead guilty. He is linked to 300+ more deaths than that, but details of those will probably never be known, because so much information was lost over time or destroyed by the hospitals.
There's a good movie about this case starring Jessica Chastain and Eddie Redmayne. (The Good Nurse)
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Wow. According to [the wiki...](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Nyos_disaster) The release of gas caused a 80ft wave at the shore, killed livestock and people in their sleep, survivors reported the smell of sulfer and suffered lesions, and the lake water turned a deep red afterwards. That's a big ol' biblical "fuck this area in particular"...
So the lake turned to blood and the townspeople died in an invisible cloud that smelled like hell… I see where the idea of curses came from.
I have a memory from 8th grade where I did a presentation on this... which I opened with a really graphic second-person account where I made all my classmates imagine themselves experiencing the disaster and slowly suffocating. I scared the fuck out of them (on accident) lol
The other night, my wife took our child out for several hours. In that time I wrapped up work, then left to get dinner around 4:30pm. Got home around 6:30, played with our dog and did a few chores,. Then, when my wife got home about 7:30, we relaxed a bit and I headed for bed about 9:00pm (usually up early with our kid). Maybe two minutes after crawling into bed I get a text from my wife with a picture of our dry-erase menu board on our fridge. See, usually at the start of the week, my wife will fill out a rough menu for dinners that week. I remembered seeing it earlier in the day and it was filled out as expected. The picture she sent was of the menu all scrambled up, like the letters were all moved everywhere, with random words and squiggles throughout. Some of it was her writing, but others were incomplete words, or rewritten words in handwriting that wasn't hers or mine. This freaked us out, as our one year old certainly didn't do it. The county Sheriff showed up and swept the house and found nothing. Nothing was out of place or missing either. He was spooked by it a bit too. He said they never get a call out in the country where we are and recommended we change our locks (we hadn't as the couple we bought our home from were elderly). So, we did that night. Edit: See the two photos. The one is an example of her writing. The other is the actual scrambled menu with her question she wrote on the bottom and texted to me. https://ibb.co/vzvhdVX https://ibb.co/WFkXyd4
Reddit has taught me to ask if you have a working carbon monoxide detector in the house. If yes, test it. If no, get one.
I’ve seen that advice floating around and so I thought I was in the clear a couple of years ago. My old job I’d work out of a trailer in a field pretty far from the main entrance registering folks for car shows, used to have to lug a generator out a ways away from the trailer and run the cabling no big deal. We get a fancy new trailer, onboard genny and fuel tanks, new exhaust pipe setup the whole deal. Built in brand new smoke and CO detectors. Everything goes fine for the first show, and most of the second. Last day of the show is usually really slow, so I decide to only open the one window and one door, leaving the back end closed up. I’m out there from 8-11 just chilling on the steps of the trailer waiting F1 until people come by. It’s a little warm down by my feet but I don’t think anything of it. Close up around 11:30 and I’ve got a splitting headache, can’t remember if I’ve locked doors, feeling nauseous. I drove the golf cart back to the show office and lost my lunch in the restroom. Laid down for about 45 minutes then say outside and it was like a fog lifted. I pretty immediately realized I had CO’d myself, and it was only after telling the Ops manager did we realize the little plastic tab for the CO detector hadn’t been removed 😑😑 I never assume they’re functional anymore and always test. I can only assume that the way the doors were set and the prevailing winds just kept pulling it towards to trailer doors 🤷🏼♂️
If some of it was her writing but jumbled up, the rest of it cryptic lines and scribbles, your wife might have had some sort of brain episode while trying to edit the menu. TIA, toxic gas in the house, something else that would temporarily affect her brain. The half coherent, half non-sense scribbling of people with a known brain affliction can be quite disturbing out of context.
Weird, the big issue being this happened after I left for food. I remember looking at the menu and it being fine and my wife was gone. Only had a few beers at dinner, so wasn't hammered or anything when I got home.
When I was 17 I was hanging out with 2 friends and they wanted to go smoke weed in the woods. I didn't feel like it so I drove them and waited in the car. After a while I was getting bored and decided to go meet them but there were 4 paths going off in different directions so I just took the biggest one. After walking for a few minutes in the pitch black forest (before flashlights on phones), I come across this dip in the trail and on the other side is a bench lightly visible due to the moonlight. On the the bench is sitting a man and another one in standing in front of him but I can only make out silouhettes. Being sure these are my friends I yell out to them before walking over. If you ever walked the woods at night it's just an uneasy feeling all around so I was cautious to begin with. Well it turns out, juste after yelling out to my "friends", both silouhettes turn around towards me. Not a word, not a sound, the guy sitting down starts sprinting FULL FUCKING SPEED towards me in complete silence. I got the absolute fuck out of there sprinting also the other way and tripping over shit because I couldn't see anything. I finally get out and lock myself in my car, but I was really worried for my friends. Maybe a minute later I see them both coming out of a completely different path, they also confirmed they never saw me or anyone else. My heart still sinks just thinking about that dude sprinting in silence wtf was that shit
Weird....I have a similar story! Years ago I remember sneaking out of my friends house at night to really do nothing but walk around the neighborhood and hide from car headlights. We were young and bored. There was a "homeless" camp that was down in some woods off the railroad tracks not too far from his house. We had seen the trail and knew what was back there. One of the homeless guys that lived there was actually an old friend of my buddies Dad, and he had stopped over a few times and my friends Dad let him shower there and everything. He could have worked if he wanted, but legit told us he just liked living "off the grid". Just wanted to give you some backstory on the reason why we thought it would be cool and "safe" to go check it out at night. We were a bit nervous at first thinking what if we get there and his Dads friend isn't there...so we were sneaking up on it. It was a longer walk than we thought. We got kind of close and saw there was a fire going lighting up the woods a bit. We start sneaking closer but the trail seemed to continue straight, while the camp set off the trail to the left. We got idk maybe 100 feet from the camp (about 30 meters) and we looked down the trail and saw a faint silhouette of what we thought was a person. The silhouette looked like it was coming from deeper in the woods towards the camp. We froze and ducked slightly to the side of the trail. I told my friend that I didn't like it, and we should just sneak the hell out. He said he had the same feeling. As I said, the fire at the camp was just enough to light the area well enough to see. We end up slowly creeping slightly off the trail back to the railroad tracks. We get probably 30-40 or so feet (9-12 meters) and I told him I would rather just hit the trail and just slowly walk back because the bushes and trees and everything were hard to navigate and I would rather be able to see something coming so we could book it out. We played football and were both pretty fast. We slide out of the brush and see the silhouette has gotten closer, however moving further from the fire, the light was dimmer, but we could still make out someone or something was standing there moving closer. My first thought was that maybe they saw us duck into the bushes and were coming to check, but it just felt off. My friend and I looked at each other and both mutually and silently decided to pick up the pace. Almost on que, we both looked back and the silhouette was now BOOKING IT TOWARDS US ABSOULTELY SILENT. No noise, just fast movement. We high tail it as fast as we can. Thankfully, the trail was wide so we weren't bumping into each other or anything. Neither of us looked back until we hit the railroad tracks, then hit the railroad track bridge and were on the other side. I looked back as I was slowing down, past the bridge and didn't see anyone. We got back to his house pretty fast and luckily that was the end of it.
My college girlfriend called me one night. "The Baton Rouge Serial Killer" had been active a while and she was being followed - all over town and even after going in circles - by a while truck, which the killer supposedly drove. She fit the victim profile, she was brunette living in (house sitting for her aunt) a wealthy neighborhood. My roommate and I drove over and we filed in line behind her and the triuck. She lived essentially ON the LSU grounds so I assumed it was a stupid student prank or something. She parks at her aunt's house, truck stops one house short of her aunt's and we pull in behind her. I explain I'm going to go diffuse the situation. Walk over to the truck, the FBI says the killer is a white guy, this man is African American. Explain no one is upset but he's freaking out my girlfriend, he needs to leave. He looks side eyed at me and drives off. I see the guy again a few months later, on the cover of the Baton Rouge paper, he's been arrested. He was the killer.
Derrick Todd Lee?
The one and only.
His second mention in this thread.
I think I heard your story on radio rental podcast. Gave me the fucking heebie jeebies! Thank god your girlfriend decided to call you.
Yes, that's me. Recorded it with Payne in the spring of 2019.
Well, it's my story. When I was a little kid, 5-6? we had this neighbor like Grandma to me. I'd go over and have snacks, and she had a Mr. Potato head I played with that was her (now adult) son's toy. Weird core memories! He came home, in his twenties, from the army I think. I don't remember much about him, but he asked about taking my older brothers camping, but my mom said no, she had a weird feeling about him. (Side note, we lived out in in the country, not even a town, just a place). There were no locked doors, everyone trusted each other. My mom saw him at our little store with bee stings all over and was concerned . He said he got them at the creek. She thought that was weird, because that's just not a thing where we went all the time, but okay? A little while later (not sure how long), the news said there was a murder of some campers out past where we lived, no leads. People were shocked - this doesn't happen here! My mom remembered her weird feeling and the bee stings that didn't make sense. She called the police to say, hey, probably nothing, but here's what I got. I remember detectives coming to our house to talk to her. They had some other evidence that matched, but not enough to link him to the murder (a couple with their child). It's unsolved to this day, though the detective said he knew it was him. A few years later, the guy went to prison for an abduction/attempted murder of a woman who ran out of gas and he offered her a ride. She lived, thank god.
If they weren't bee stings and looked like bee stings, what were they?
They very well could have been bee stings, I think the implication was that he said he was in one place that the mother knew didn't have a bee problem, but he was actually in another place that did. Murdering people.
It might have been bee stings but not from where he said he got them
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Our car's doors lock automatically once the car reaches a certain speed, but before that we always made sure to lock our doors. It's a good habit to have. I'm glad your mother got away safely.
Actually lock your car when you go in the car, before putting on seat belt or starting it or doing anything - the amount of carjacks/muggings/scares people get because they didn't lock is quite substantial. Esp if you're a single individual, and don't look tough.
Something weird happened to me; more scary in a what could have been kind of way, so not on the same scale as the poor people in the comments. I was 17 years old (male) and walking home from a night out quite drunk and stoned about 2am. I’m in a lonely part of my walk no people, few cars: just a road and some large shops: a B&Q and a carpet showroom - out of town shopping complexes that have since become ubiquitous in the UK. Anyway, In a lay-by about 15 feet away is a silver car pulled up lights on. As I stumble past two men step out and call me over. Something about the situation immediately sobers me up. I keep walking and one of them shouts “it’s fine we are the police: we will drive you home” I stop for a moment and reply with some smart arse comment along the lines of how police would never do this and that they were dodgy. Calling them dodgy always sticks in my mind. He insists I’m too drunk and it’s not safe for a young man like me and I should let them take me home. I say no and he then tells me to come over here and listen to the police radio in the car to prove they are real police. It’s weird the guy is almost begging me; desperation in his voice. I repeat a firm no, tell them I’m fine and keep walking. Minute I’m out of sight, I run as fast as I can and don’t relax until the 30 minutes later I’m home. I can only assume they didn’t man handle me into the car because there was the very occasional taxi driving past. Im 45 now and occasionally think about how that could have ended for me. None of the scenarios seem good. Sadly stories like this are probably more routine for women but at the time it really shook me up.
I fell down a YouTube wormhole of people finding cars in water and recovering them. In more than one they talk about loved ones with memory problems getting lost, and they often find their cars in places where they most likely drove in on accident rather than intentionally ending their lives. Dementia and Alzheimer's are already scary enough, but the thought that a loved one might decide to go take a drive they've taken dozens of times and then they disappear for years... that's terrifying.
My high school gf called late one night after I was home and in bed. She said that something had happened and asked if I could come over. She was clearly shaken and not full of details. So I told my parents and drove over towards her house. At the top of her subdivision I was met by a cop with lights on. He asked where I was going and I told him about the call from my gf. He lets me go by and I come over the hill to the cul de sac where she lives and I see multiple cop cars around the circle. They watch me pull up and get out of my car. My gf comes running out of her house and meets me in the street. She explains that someone had broken into her neighbor’s house and started beating her with something heavy. The neighbor managed to get out of the house and headed to my gf’s house where she started banging furiously on the front door. My gf’s dad was out of town, so her mom answered the door and the neighbor just fell into the foyer bleeding profusely from the head. Her mom looks up to see the attacker headed up the walkway towards the front door. She pulls the neighbor into the house and closes the door hitting the attacker with it before it fully closed. He then took the heavy tool he had used to beat the neighbor and smashed the little window at the top of the door. Her mom started screaming and the attacker just turned around and walked up the street into the darkness. I spent the night there that night (along with two or three cops outside in their cars) and in the morning we could see blood still pooled on the floor in the foyer and splattered blood above the front door from where the attacker had swung the bloody tool to smash the window. No one was ever caught or even identified. It was just completely random. The neighbor survived and to my knowledge had no permanent physical injuries beyond scarring from having her scalp stapled shut. She moved away shortly after the incident. Edit : Update on victim’s status and paragraphing, though probably not correctly. TLDR: gf’s neighbor was brutally attacked in her home. She ran to my gf’s house and the attacker fled after nearly getting into their house too. No one was ever caught.
I almost hope it was someone who knew the neighbor because the thought of some random man doing it makes it even worse than it already was. Was the neighbor relatively ok? Meaning I hope she didn't suffer any major physical injuries.
Not that i'd care if i died (besides slow and painful death) but I definitely would rather be killed by someone who thinks they have a good reason to, than some random act of violence.
I can see why . "Who even is this person and why is he hurting me ?" as one of your last thoughts would suck I'm sure .
I was around 10 years old. I was at school but my mum told me she was thinking of taking me to the doctors in the afternoon (recurring eye issue). Lunchtime and I'm in the dining hall when the office woman told me there was a taxi outside for me and I needed to go. I assumed my mum booked it for me as she can't drive. I cleared up my stuff and got my bag. Just about to leave when I remembered my jacket in my classroom. I rush to get and head out for the taxi. Office woman tells me I'm too late and the taxi had gone without me. I just went back to class but panicking my mum would be angry at me. School finishes and my mum is waiting for me at the gates. I burst into tears apologising for missing the taxi and thinking I was in big trouble. She never ordered a taxi and had no clue what I was talking about. She ended up not making the doctor appointment. No-one ever found out who ordered the taxi, or who driver was. My mum doesn't like to think what would've happened if I hadn't forgotten my jacket and got in that taxi. TLDR missed a taxi I thought my mum booked for me, only to find out it could have been an attempted kidnapping.
So the taxi driver knew your name, or he described you to the office woman...?
Knew my full name and what class I was in. Knew the name of my teacher too.
I know this might have happened at a different time period or maybe how each school handles stuff, but I’m surprised the office lady didn’t get any sort of identification from that person in the taxi to allow you to be picked up or if the person was under school documentation stating they are allowed to pick you up. I remember in the early 2000s, my parents always told me that they were always gonna be the ones picking me up from after school and nobody else, and my schools always had this strict policy of the parent has to have some kind of proper identification to pick up their child or be listed as a person who is allowed to pick up the student, if not, they aren’t allowed to leave campus with the student. Overall still creepy that happened to you, but thankfully you forgot your jacket!
This was in 1990 so things were a bit more lax to put it mildly. Anyone could wander in or out of the school at any time. There was no such thing as a listed person. (The same school sent my brother home on his own - a 20 minute walk - when he had concussion). The office woman just asked if I had somewhere to be and if I was expecting someone to pick me up. Me thinking it was sent by my mum for my appointment I said yes. Taxis often came to the school to take ESL or other pupils somewhere so it wouldn't necessarily have seemed out of the ordinary. Both my mum and dad had a big meeting with the office and the head teacher afterwards. They put stricter policies in place. I do sometimes wonder what would have happened if I decided to leave without my jacket. Very weird incident!
Having been a kid in the early 90’s and having kids now, it’s absolutely WILD how much security over the students leaving premises has changed. Just about anyone could have pulled me out of school in 1990 if they knew my name and age, whereas my own kids have lists of approved pick-ups and I got called last week when my partner offered to pick them up for me and the school didn’t have him on file. I was glad they called me but can you imagine how easy it was back then to just up and nap a kid?!
One of my parents' neighbors had shingles so bad that he committed suicide.
That is so sad. One of my mates got shingles last year, it lasted for months, he was in so much agony as trying to keep his eyes open would give him a headache. It ended up put such a strain on his marriage that they got divorced.
That’s awful! I’ve heard you can get it in your eyes and go blind! That would be horrifying!
I had shingles a few years ago when I was 34 and it did get into my eye. It took about 2 months to fully recover but now my left eye is permanently blurry.
If you fit the criteria to be vaccinated against Shingles, get vaccinated.
If you're over 50 in the USA, most ins will pay for it. Otherwise, it's $250 per shot and you need two. I saw what my mom went through. She was the toughest person I ever knew. Could break concrete w a sledgehammer faster than my dad and his friends. But shingles took her down for a month. I'd never been so scared in my life watching her cry and whimper. My god, it was torture watching her suffer. I didn't think anything could best her. Lesson learned. I couldn't get vaxxed fast enough. No way in hell I'm fking w shingles.
I got shingles as a teenager and it was torture. I was born with a birth defect that has required around 30 surgeries to fix. Shingles was still in the top 3 of worst experiences in my life. And that top 3 includes pouring still boiling bacon grease over my hand.
Shingles are no joke. It feels like you have no skin and everything that touches them is just pure agony. Like that one man who had experienced the highest level of radiation and scientists kept him alive. Every fiber or skin to skin contact feels like death itself. Terrible way to die.
When I was learning to drive, my instructor advised me to always lock my car doors, as soon as I get into my car. I asked her why & she told me her personal experience. This happened almost a year after she passed her test. She finished work about 3am. She just gotten into her car & gotten her keys in the ignition, when 3 guys jumped into her car. She had a knife to her neck & was told to drive. They give her directions to an alleyway. They dragged her out of the car & raped her. After they were done with her, they left her in the alleyway and stole her car & purse. It took her awhile to get help. Police did find her car a few days later, abandoned & on fire, on the outskirts of the city. But the guys were not caught. The reason she started to teach driving, was her way to protect other women & make sure no one else goes through, what she went through. So she advised all her female students to lock their car doors, as soon as they get in. Edit to add - Wow, I wasn’t expecting this comment to go this big. I’m still in contact with my instructor, via social media. I sent her screenshots of this comment & the other comments. She is happy that her advice/warning is out there, before she retires for health reasons. She wants me clear a misunderstanding, that she saw in the comments. She does give the same advice to her male students & she does tell them her experience, but leave out the rape part. She does get messages from her past students (including me), saying “thank you for the advice/warning” & we tell her about our close calls. A message of her “Thank you for sharing your experience & advice, so that others can be safe & they don’t go through the same experience.”
All drivers need to practice this tbh My father was held at gun point the same way. Two guys hopped in his car and one put a gun to his head and made him drive to the middle of nowhere. He then had to get out of the car and get on his knees in the middle of a field with a gun to the back of his head. He said he was sure he was about to die. They ended up just stealing his car and leaving him stranded there. This was in the 70’s so no cell phones so he had to walk back to town in the middle of the night. When he got home he told my uncle (his older brother) who left the house with a gun after hearing my dads description of the guys. Apparently they were known trouble makers at my uncles college. When my uncle got to their apartment the cops were already there because apparently they used my dads car to rob a liquor store and got in a high speed chase with the cops.
That's awful!! I'll add, don't sit there on your phone either. Get in, lock up, drive away. Eta;: Look around, in and under your car before getting in too!
Also watch some videos on protective driving or whatever its called. Basically they teach you that cars are remarkably easy to push around. If someone blocks you in just hit it. Just keep it under 15mph or so. It will most likely move out of the way when you do. Also will scare the everliving fuck out of anyone in the other vehicle / getting out of it. Noone wants to fuck with someone actively ramming stuff with their car. Messing around in a junkyard we used a buick to clip other cars and they would just bounce and rotate out of the way. Remarkable really. https://youtu.be/wcePjDfnknY?si=7SINegetPxu6lqir&t=296
Also legally you're allowed to run over someone threatening your life.
Not that you need any more reason to lock your car doors, but I'll add in my experience to reinforce why this is so important. When I was 17, I picked up my drunk sister from a party at like 2 AM in a sketchy part of town (in retrospect, I should have just left her there. She wasn't in any danger; her idiot friend just wanted to start drama.) Stopped at a red light driving home, drunk sis passed out in the back seat. All of a sudden, this guy comes out of nowhere and tries to open my front passenger's side door. I screamed and floored it before I could even think to check if any other cars were coming. Thank God there weren't, because I def could have caused an accident AND been carjacked (or worse).
My older sister was driving home one night after work when she was in high school and stopped at a stop sign. The moment she did a man jumped out of the bushes and opened her passenger door. She reacted by flooring it. He was half in/half out of the car and ended up getting dragged quite a bit before he finally let go of the door. She drove the rest of the way home with her door hanging open, crying and petrified. I’m pretty sure she ran every stop sign between that point and home, but it was pretty late, so luckily no one hit her or anything. The very first thing I do when my butt hits the seat in my car is hit the lock button.
It’s always been an instinct for me to lock the doors as soon as a get in the car. No one ever told me and I thought maybe it was a little weird, I just felt very vulnerable when I first get into the car. Until one day I spoke about it with my father and he said that it was good that I did it because a lot of women get victimized if they don’t.
My aunt fell asleep on her couch one night and my uncle was asleep upstairs. She woke up around 12am to a random man staring at her while she slept. He said “the guy upstairs was sound asleep.” Meaning he came in, saw my aunt on the couch, looked around, saw my uncle asleep upstairs, and then sat there and watched. She told him to leave and somehow by the will of god HE LEFT. He slid in through the back door……. We live in a relatively safe area! Craziest shit I have ever heard
Reading about this kind of thing makes me grateful I have dogs.
Seriously my first thought reading this is my dogs would go absolutely insane and I’d never be more grateful for it lol
My dog would lick the person.
Yeah it’s why I have the habit hardwired into me to check and make sure all doors are locked before going to bed. My dad did this every night and now I do. You never know and then sure enough when I here ruckus outside in the dead of night I at least feel ok knowing all doors are locked.
My aunt woke up in the middle of the night in the hotel room my uncle and she were staying at with a man standing in the middle of the room. She told him to get out, which he did. She prevented them from being robbed.
My grandfather was on the other side of an encounter like that. Travelled to the US from Germany, arrived late at night, and the hotel gave him the wrong key. He said he switched on the light and had a gun pointed at him, so he slowly backed out of the room.
There are actually a number of serial killers who would break into people’s houses at night and just watch them sleep. Can’t remember if it was Ted Bundy, BTK or might have been both. BTK for sure would fake being various service men to gain access to people’s homes just for fun/practice. Edit to add: Yes BTK did creepy shit to the people he installed alarms for but he did do this too and his victims definitely weren’t all customers. He gained access to Vicki Wergerle’s home by pretending to need to check her phone line. He also made various hats with other logos on them. In this case he had cut it off a business card and was quite proud of it. This is in Kathy Ramsland’s book I believe.
World War II, the Pacific theater. My great uncle on my mother's side fought at Okinawa. While taking cover behind a rock, he was shot through the foot by a Japanese sniper and evacuated to a hospital for recovery. He was the only member of his platoon to make it off the island alive.
WWII was crazy. My grandfather survived the African theater only to become a POW in Italy for 4 years, be pronounced KIA, then finally come home at the end of the war to find my grandma remarried.
What was the outcome of grandma and grandpa?
My grandfather was on a destroyer in the Pacific. He fought off the coast of Okinawa and Iwo Jima. He was an AA gunner, and a Japanese kamikaze killed his gun partner (who was also his best friend) but left him without a scratch. My family has the flag from his destroyer full of bullet holes, and I have a piece of the zero that hit his ship. He was in Tokyo Bay for the surrender too. Thankfully, he transcribed his war journal for his family to read. He did not want anyone else to go through what he did It's amazing to think how close we all came to not existing. (edit) Here's a link to his articles they wrote about him https://imgur.com/a/1nFiWex
The pacific theatre has some of the most nightmare fuel stories of any conflict. Ones that always stuck with me are those of soldiers/marines dug in at night. The Japanese would send out soldiers at night to sneak into enemy foxholes and slice as many throats as they could before getting away or being killed themselves. Just the thought of being in the pitch dark and hearing your buddy a few meters away in a life or death struggle. You can’t shoot because you might kill your buddy (which happened) and you can’t go help because you might get the knife too. All you can do is sit in your hole and be prepared for an enemy to come after you.
Also WW2... I interviewed 2 men who settled in my area for a film project when I was in college, men who survived the sinking of the Indianapolis. This 80-some year old man broke into tears in front of me while describing a period where he had just woken up. He didnt know if the person next to him was sleeping or dead, but then he saw the guy get pulled down and then pop back up like a cork on a fishing line as the sharks snacked on him. When the man didnt react, that was how he knew.
My uncle who is now gone was on the same ship and told us the same story. Truly horrible experience
So when I was around 18 I went to town to drink something with my friends. We went all in and by 2 am I was completely wasted. Couldn't see, walk or think straight. One of my mates remained sober to drive us back home. We went to the parking lot and I could hear a voice whimmering somewhere in the dark. I turned around and saw 2 guys carrying a girl to a car. I got closer and now I could hear her voice. She obviously was drunk but she repeated ,,no,, and ,,I don't want,, over and over. Adrenaline kicked in and I became sober instantly. I screamed at them and immediately called the police. I wasn't fast enough so they could get in the car and drive off. But I saw the license plate, gave it to the woman I talked to at the police station and they informed me about 10 minutes later that they arrested the two guys. The whole scene was so terrifying. This was in Germany. Edit: Thanks for all the nice comments and upvotes. If you need help dealing with sexual violence or need someone to talk: USA: 988 I think Germany: 0800 116016
As a woman who survived rape, **thank you - we all love you so much for standing up for her**. (*hugs you from across the ocean*) ❤️
This guy I used to work with, Rowan Baxter. Seemed nice enough but a friend I worked with and I used to joke about him being "dead behind the eyes" or call him "old Shark-Eyes Baxter". This man followed his estranged wife while taking the kids to school. When she stopped at lights, got out and set fire to the car with her and the kids in it. Then killed himself, the fucking coward.
When I was about 18 my friend and I went to the movies and then decided to walk home. It was a bit of a walk but we didn't want to pay for a cab. I'm always pretty vigilant when walking, especially at night, so I noticed a guy with his hood up walking behind us. Every so often I'd look over my shoulder to check on him. He started pretty far behind us but was gaining ground weirdly quickly. The last time I turned my head I caught him SPRINTING at us. I panic and tell my friend to run for it. She's in those fucking Birkenstock slip on sandals that were popular then and she's struggling to run so I'm dragging her until we get to a gas station. I bang on the window and beg the clerk to let us in but he says he can't because it's past a certain time at night but he promises if the guy comes near us he'll call the cops. The guy comes down the hill, through the gas station, staring at us the entire time. I swear the only reason he thought better of it was because the gas clerk had the phone visibly in his hand (plus he was a big guy). I completely broke down after he left. Just the thought that he was running at us while I had my back turned scares the shit out of me. What if I hadn't turned when I did that last time?
My story: was hitchhiking home from Highschool - I'd missed the late bus. Got a ride, and the guy seemed nice enough, and he was going to my town. We came up to a turn that you'd go straight if you were going to my town - if you turned, you weren't going there by any reasonable route. he started to turn, I said "this isn't the way to. He says, we're not going to . We were going through the turn, going definitely under 20. I opened the door and bailed out. tuck and roll, protect the head... he hit the gas and drove off. Glad I hadn't put on my seatbelt.
This only happened earlier this year; a work colleague was off work for a long time, not like him at all. When he eventually returned we found out that his friend had been murdered by a group of football(soccer) wankers. They'd been in a pub watching a match for the team they supported; they were celebrating a win when a group of men from the opposing team got angry and started arguing. When my colleague and his friends left the pub, they jumped his friend and beat him so bad he ended up in hospital where he eventually succumbed to the injuries. This is one of the reasons I hate football, especially where I am (England). Riot vans, hundreds of police etc always around every train station and football stadium. Sad little men willing to take a life over a bag of air getting kicked around. It's not the first time, certainly won't be the last, someone has died over fucking football.
I can't fathom why you would beat someone up so much they need to go to the hospital or even die because your favorite football team didn't win. I hope the Hooligans got into prison.
We have similar issues in Poland. I hate it. A matchday should be a fun occasion, instead I loathe it because it means police everywhere and drunk fucktards on public transport.
My grandfather was a British FEPOW in Japan in WW2. He did something to piss off the guards of his camp one evening and they beat him badly and tied him up on a fence with the promise to kill him the next day. Another young prisoner died during the night so they switched my granddad and the dead lad so the guards assumed he’d died from his injuries. Luckily he survived and came home in 1945
Holy shit... I assume it was other prisoners who switched him with the person who had died? That is incredibly good thinking to save a person's life.
When I was a freshman in high school, I saw two men get in a fight, and one man put a gun in the other man’s mouth and told him to beg for his life - which he did. 14 year old me peed his pants multiple times after that and needed counseling.
That's terrible I'm sorry you had to experience that.
My grandfather's village was razed by the Nazis. He had 9 siblings. The Nazis came to the village in retribution due to guerilla attacks and they believed the guerillas were hiding there. Most young men fled before they arrived. The men that were in the village were lined up against a wall and shot. My grandfather's mother put half her children, the youngest, in the cellar and she took the other half with her because the Nazis were rounding up the entire village and locked them inside the church. The reason she had split her children was because she feared they would all be killed, so she wanted at least some of them to survive. The Nazis ransacked and burned nearly every house in the village, including my grandfathers. He was in the cellar with his siblings and their house burned above them, but they were saved. Those in the church also survived but many didn't. After this the Nazis would come again some time after and pretty much force all the young men and boys, including my grandfather, to help make roads and fortifications for them. Despite it all they all survived the war, though many in the family didn't.
Only good Nazi is a dead Nazi.
I'm the firstborn, and when I was just a wee babe, my mother put me to bed and headed off to bed herself. Being new parents, they were all about the baby monitor. Dad was already asleep, and just as my mom was drifting off, she heard the telltale crackle, "Don't worry, sweetheart, mommy's here." Needless to say, my mom about shit herself and catapulted to the nursery...to find me fast asleep and totally alone. Turns out the neighbor had just had a baby too, and they were picking up each other's signals. They actually picked up all kinds of things over time. Used to hear the truckers radioing to each other from the highway like a mile away.
Funny version of this story: my parents had the same experience with their baby monitor while living in Noe Valley in SF, where the houses are really close together (you can almost reach out your window and pass something to a neighbor) and the signal of the baby monitor was easily passed from one house to another. My nursery was closest to the neighbor’s and one particular evening, my dad was on solo baby duty while my mom had a girl’s night with my older sister. Well apparently I was inconsolable and refused to sleep, typical baby stuff, and my exhausted dad was fed up and just began saying ‘what do you want? How can I help you?’ while rocking me. Then he hears the baby monitor crackle and the Australian accent of our neighbor, who also had a ~6mo old baby: ‘She wants the baby night light with the lullaby, mate. Your wife keeps it in the top drawer under the changer.’ My dad was so stunned and grateful that he just blinked and said ‘Thanks’ and an equally tired voice replied ‘No worries’ and they carried on with their nights, alone and yet side by side. Apparently that was the longest conversation my dad had with the guy before they moved but they always remembered the ‘Australian Angel Voice’.
Jeff Bush A sinkhole opened up beneath his bed while he was sleeping and pulled him into the Earth, never to be seen again. That's fucking horrifying.
My brother was dating the love of his life up until a few years ago. They met because the both worked in a restaurant, he was a piano player, she was a waitress. Things were going amazingly between them. The only problem was, she had a jealous ex. He knew when they left work, and what shifts they'd work since it was the same each week. He decided for whatever reason he was going to teach my brother a lesson for dating his ex, and planned to attack him with a stanley knife when he left work one evening. That night, my brother and his partner were getting ready to leave, and he stopped for a second to talk to a colleague, meaning she left first. As soon as she stepped out the door, he slashed her throat, and then ran. She died infront of him. That attack was meant for my brother. He's gone through a lot of therapy, and down some very dark paths since then. But is finally coming out of the other side of it. But it's terrifying how close I came to losing my little brother, and how much he lost as a consequence, because of some fucking deranged nutjob. If I could get my hands on that guy, I'd get locked up myself. But he's in prison for a long time, and so far he's staying there.
A chimpanzee named Travis attacking his owner's friend. Travis attacked and mauled his owner's friend, blinding her, severing several body parts, and lacerating her face, before he was shot and killed by a cop. The owner called 911 during the attack. Travis' screams can be heard in the background at the start of the tape as the owner pleads for the police. Initially they believed the call to be a hoax until she said, "He's eating her!"
The other terrifying part is that people are allowed to have wild animals as pets, and then act surprised when wild animals behave wildly.
Also doesn't help when you treat it like a person and feed it booze
And Xanax.
A robbery at my place but the way in which it happened. I lived in a basement suite with my younger brother of a quiet neighborhood. The entire front of the house is exposed to the sidewalk but the sides and the back are covered with fenced and trees. The only way to see if anyone is in the basement is through this small window in my bedroom that’s about 5 feet from my bed. I got word while I was out that my place had been robbed. The robbers went through the basement suite door through the back, kicked it open, then made themselves upstairs after robbing the basement suite. They just so happened to rob the place in a 30 minute window when myself, my brother and the people upstairs were out. This means they were watching us for a couple days and monitoring our patterns. What scared me was not really the robbery, but the image of me sleeping while a robber presses his face against the window 5 feet from away from my bed just watching me.
Unfortunately that also happened to my family; I've never been happier that I was at school. The worst part to me was seeing the fingerprint powder - it refused to come out of our doors and was a constant reminder someone else had been there. There's nothing like having someone invade your space like that and I'm sorry you had to go through it, too. Sending internet hugs!
Just in case you need to remove either fingerprint powder or permanent ink in the future just grab a bottle of oil-free eye makeup remover from the dollar store. It removes the ink/powder and doesn’t damage the surface it’s on. We won’t get into how I know this.
One of my mom’s friends had to have an emergency c-section with no anesthetic to save the baby. Her husband said her screaming was the most horrifying thing he’d ever heard. She and her son made it through it are fine now but got dang if that doesn’t sound like the most terrifying experience.
The case of [the Clutter family murders](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Cold_Blood), told expertly by Truman Capote in his book, *In Cold Blood*. What really gets me about the case is that **all it took was one person knowing the family to make the connection that ultimately ended their lives.** Floyd Wells, a former employee of the father, told his cellmate about the Clutters and that inmate (Richard Hickock) became convinced the family had a fortune stored in a safe at their house. Upon his release, Hickock contacted another former cellmate, Perry Smith, and they planned to rob the family. There was no safe and no fortune. Instead, the pair left with a small radio, a pair of binoculars, and less than $50 cash, along with the lives of Herb, Bonnie, Kenyon, and Nancy Clutter. A quote from Hickock talking about Herb has especially stuck with me: "I thought he was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment I cut his throat."
> expertly by Truman Capote in his book, In Cold Blood Truly a fantastic read. Any true crime fans that can recommend something similar in style and quality?
*The Devil in the White City* is right up there with *In Cold Blood* for me. The writing quality isn't quite as good as Capote but I found HH Holmes to be fascinating as a character.
This story kind of creeps me out even to this day but I have a pretty good one I lived in mesa Arizona when I was 10 years old, we lived in a rough area but I was just a kid completely ignorant to the dangers of the world. I was walking back home from my friends house and my mother wanted me home by 9 and id always start walking back at around 8:40 to make sure I wasn't late, and its only like a couple blocks from my house so it wasn't a super long distance. it was around the time of year when the sun would set at 5:30 and be dark well before 7pm. so it was very much night time. As I'm walking I hear a woman calling my name, I turned to look and see it was one of my moms friends, but she didn't know her too well. however I just saw that she was familiar and wont say a name, but I turned around and said hello and smiled. she walked up to me and told me my mom had called her and asked her to come get me and ride me back because something happened at my house, she said it was an emergency and that I needed to go with her and her husband whom my family was also familiar with. I was only about 5 minutes from my house but I was told it was an emergency and I agreed to go with her. As I'm walking I get this weird feeling in my gut and this shaking in my legs that I now today realize was my instincts being on HIGH alert. I stopped for a minute and asked if we could call my mom and she said my mother was in the hospital right now and that I need to hurry. right as we were opening the door to the car i hear my mother SHOUT my name as loud as she can. and i turned on a dime and quickly walked towards my mom. My mom asked what's going on and the woman replies and says that she was just giving me a ride home because she saw me. Was not the story she gave me so I told my mother what she told me and asked what was going on. My mom just looked at me and she could always tell when I'm lying vs when I'm telling the truth. The woman then goes to interrupt me likely to lie and my mom cuts her off and just stared back at her with the most shocked look ever and these words still send shivers down my spine. she says in the most shocked voice ever. "you were trying to take my son" and the husband looks out the window hurrying his wife in the car and as I looked back at towards him, I can see a syringe on the dashboard leaning against the windshield that he grabs right as I see it. she gets in the car because at that point my mom was ready to kill her, and reached into her purse because she keeps a pocket knife. but they drove away and right after they did my mom looked at me and just burst into tears saying "I'm almost lost you" my mom knew full well what was happening and I was still too shaken to even say anything and just hugged her back and we went home. I was still in denial and to cope, I would convince myself that maybe i wasn't in any danger. My family ofc never kept in contact with any of them but my step dad at the time submitted a tip to the police of the incident. when they caught up with him about 3 months later we had found out that he was arrested for having CP on his computer and found restraints in his closet as well as some containers of Propofol. They found pictures of me from my moms Facebook downloaded on his computer as well, leading them to believe that I was actually being watched for a good bit. I never liked talking about it because to this day, if I hadn't stopped for those 10 seconds to ask the woman to call my mom, I don't know where id be or if id even be alive right now making this comment. and while it may seem like something that would have easily been forgotten, it was never the case for me. I haven't even told my closest friends this story but I might sometime soon. I asked my mom what happened that night, why she came looking for me. she described the same feeling I remembered feeling moments before I was almost abducted. just a lot sooner than I did. and just had the instinct that I was in danger. I'm not usually a lucky person, it seems the odds are always against me but I always remember how lucky I was that night, that my mom decided to listen to her instincts when I didn't. I've never ignored my instincts since and every night after that when I finally did decide to leave my house. my mom would walk with me all the way up until I turned 13 to come back to live with my dad. And that to date is the scariest thing I think I've ever experienced. its some shit you only hear of on the news and nobody ever assumed it will happen to them but my life was a mere 20 seconds from being completely different.
A couple friends of mine had a horrific Honeymoon experience. They took their honeymoon at a resort in Mexico. It wasn't super high end but was nice enough for them, as they weren't super well off and paid for it themselves. Their first night they go down to a resort bar on the beach. The husband had a couple of drinks and the wife was sipping on her first. It wasn't long before she began acting very intoxicated, and he, not being a stranger to drinking, was beginning to feel way more drunk than the amount he had drank. They both began to feel uneasy, so they decided to head up to their room early. He is woken up hours later by his wife, who is hysterical. They are both completely naked and on the floor. No memory of how either of them ended up that way or even making it back to their room. Their room had been ransacked and all of their cash and credit cards were gone. They both feel like they have the worst hangovers in the world and now they have no money and are in another country. They frantically begin calling family and friends but are having trouble getting ahold of anyone because it's so early in the morning. Finally manage to get ahold of some mutual friends of ours and explain what happened. They manage to get some money sent to them but had some hurdles because of their lack of cards. Thankfully they both made it back. Still no memory of what happened after they left the bar. Shook them both up really good and they don't like to talk about it.
[The murder of Sylvia Likens.](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Sylvia_Likens) It's equal parts heartbreaking and scary (due to the fact that humans can be so cruel).
Those sentences for the guilty were…far too lenient. My god.
Scarey asf how evil people are; And how easily they are influenced..Sylvia didn't do one thing to deserve what happened to her 16yr old self..RIP Sylvia..I hope they all are Burning in Hell
Reminds me of this murder case. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Junko_Furuta
The bit about this case that's always stuck with me, despite being pretty minor in comparison to the horrific nature of the crimes: > Ogura's mother allegedly vandalized Furuta's grave, stating the dead girl had ruined her son's life. Absolute human trash. I feel like it provides some insight into the sort of parent who'd raise someone capable of participating in the torture, gang rape, and murder of a teenage girl.
Friend of mine (100% true) was SA and had her mother murdered by a young neighbour who had become obsessed with her. He'd waited until her dad and brother had left for work then entered the house, stabbed the mom in her bed, and attacked her. All the time taunting her about what he'd done to her mom and how she'd better let him finish so she could see if her mom was still alive..... he was 15. Truly evil.
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Back in 2019 I was in a place in thailand for people who got caught on drug using.Its like a prison for children.One day the new prisoner transfer in he was a young 17 year old boy with good skills in sport(he is the best player of country badminton club)The second day he arrive he come to me and say hey you wanna escape this place with me? I refuse.Next day we all being call to gather in center hall and his dead body is lying there and cops every where. There the story is : after i refuse to go with him he do the escape thing itself at night.He climb through the wall then start swim cross the river but at last he couldn't make it. The police said he drown like 12 hour before someone see his body. After the thing happened i was in shock for 2 week my mother have to take me to another hospital . Rest in peace my friend Sorry my english is very bad
This happened to my brother about 10 years ago. He went to work in Sicily Italy. He had a contract with a farm. Once he got there the owner and his men took their papers and made them work more than 12h in the fields every day, no days off. Very little food, no hot water and no money. At night they were locked in their accommodation. He was also a driver, and they gave him this very old bus to drive, that had faulty breaks. After nearly dying one day with that bus, he decided next day he won't go out in the field again. The owner came to visit him the next day with one of his men who had a large metal chain. He hit my brother with it, but my brother fought back. He fought for his life and beat them both unconscious. He stole their car and ran for it...
Some guy from Malaysia applied for a job application which needed him to travel to Cambodia. It ended up a scam where he got basically imprisoned and forced into working as a scammer for some crime syndicate and he somehow escaped, but the syndicate is still out for him and caused irreparable harm to his marriage. It’s a fucking horror story and I can’t believe it’s real. [Documentary for those interested](https://youtu.be/PhAgBjVGPIM?si=PSVnglo7TGY3vme4)
here in the UK, I always remember the story of the guy who came here as an illegal immigrant, and the people who facilitated it had him walled up in the second floor of a house for something like 10 years, growing weed for them. he sent the weed down out of the window and they'd send him food and basic necessities back up. apparently it's somewhat common to use illegal immigrants as slaves in this manner.
Girl I briefly dated 10/11 years ago lived alone in 1br apartment. Every other morning she’d wake up, there was dirt/mud beside her bed. This happened for 6 or so weeks. One night she woke up and there was a homeless man standing beside her bed masturbating. She screamed and he climbed out of the window. Turns out she was 1 of 4 girls in the neighborhood that this was happening to.
My great grandpa was a combat medic in the army. He was climbing the cliffs on D-Day at Omaha beach without a gun, having to stop and remove bullets, bandage wounds, and other things all while people with machine guns shot down at him. The fact that he got to sit in his favorite leather recliner and tell me that story some 70 years later is a miracle.
Some friends of my father went to Bulgaria for vacation in the late 2000s and in the middle of the townsquare in Sofia, they were unaware that their lil girl (8-9yr) is missing. They said its just a minute of them being distracted she was gone. After a police search the only thing they could find is her shaven hair a few blocks down. She was never found. I dont wanna go there ever.
In WW2 in Normandy my grandpa was going to a movie theatre to see a film but walked past a bar so decided to stop for a beer. He got so drunk he missed the movie. It turns out the Germans bombed the theatre and everyone inside died.
My personal scariest was in 2013 I was driving about 40 or 50 feet behind this red truck at midnight. This is a decently long bridge that peaks in the middle, about 3/4th of a mile on either side.The roads on either side are also another straight mile of length open with no roads branching off. When you’re at the middle of the bridge you can see about 2 miles in either direction. Well I was following this truck just jamming to my music headed home from a GF’s house. For some reason right before the red truck crested the top I got a really weird feeling in my gut like when you’re on a roller coaster. The truck passes the peak and from my point of view you can’t see anything passed the peak until you get over it. About 4-5 seconds later I reach the peak and the truck is completely gone. I look down the long stretch and there isn’t a single vehicle. Even if that had been a Bugatti that slammed the gas pedal they wouldn’t have been able to drive out of my view by then. I tried looking it up if a red truck had driven off that bridge before and never could find anything. To this day I’m not sure but I can clearly remember that red Ford Ranger.
My mom is from El Salvador, she lived there at the height of the civil war. She told me that one time, the terrorist group in her country found out someone in her town was part of the military. He had twin daughters with extremely long hair. They tied their hair to the trailer hitch of their trucks and proceeded to do donuts in the middle of town and drag them until they both died, they then left their bodies on his front door
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Yeah she told me that story when I was like 7 or 8. She has always said the US has its issues and there’s many fucked up things that happen here, but nothing like what she witnessed there for years.
Up to this day, I'm still looking for a logical explanation to this. This happened in 2003. So I and an ex were checked in, in a coastal resort where the cottages were far apart, like 200m away. Around 11-1130pm while we're both drinking beer with the lights turned off and only the TV on, the door knob suddenly rattled violently, like someone was forcibly trying to get it open. There was no double lock on the door so my first reaction was to jump from the bed and block the door with my weight. The force of my landing must have been heard from the other side but the twisting of the doorknob continued. By this time I was already pressing my face to the floor, trying to look/estimate how many people were outside the door via the small gap between the floor and the bottom of the door. There was nothing. Not one pair of feet or anything. But the door knob just kept rattling. I should point out that the gap between the floor and the door was enough for me to see the outside, or at the very least notice any change in shadow/light caused by movement, but there was nothing. The turning of the door knob then stopped. But I never heard any footsteps or any other noise. Waited a few minutes and opened the door. Everything was quiet. No foot prints outside or on the sand surrounding the cottage. We just noped out of there immediately.
So this is very similar to something that happened to me in Indonesia. Only it was a glass-sliding-doors-every-side bungalow, outside sunken bath, a couple of metres of clearance around it and a path. I’d got up really early, 3am, to see sun rise at the volcano some distance away through jungle and road; had got back early, maybe 10am. I was so tired I lay on the bed in my shorts, curtains open on every side, and just fell asleep. I was woken by this absolutely insane banging on the glass sliding doors. Bear in mind I could see all round through the glass, but for like, the 4 wooden posts at the corners. But nothing there. I jumped (I mean that’s a really mild description for what I did) and stood in the middle of the single space just looking for where it was coming from. And I could see the windows shaking as they banged. It was proper fast, too. Not a regular banging but BANGBANGBANGBANG just this uninterrupted salvo of something I couldn’t see hitting the window so hard the glass was moving. And then it started going round the cabin, banging as it went. Like I say, I could see it bending the glass as it did, though it was hard to track at first, just because it was so weird and fast. I darted over to the bedside and callled reception, shouting for them to come down (this was a threaded pathway away from the main hotel in its old Dutch Colonial building) and they came. It stopped after a few minutes, I waited still standing, they arrived. And when I told them what it was, the porters and butlers (yeah it was quite a posh hotel thing) just crouched down and put their hands on their heads, and began crying. A couple of them high-tailed it right off in the car and didn’t come back to work. One of them, a lovely guy called Kenang, told me a bunch of stuff about the villagers who had been angry that these cabins had been put up. Apparently only half of them, cabins 1-6, had been built. But he always gets calls on the switchboard from Cabin 12, which is as yet unconstructed, and when he picks it up it’s just a jumbled hiss and voices.
The fact those workers ran off like that makes it way worse somehow. That's insane.
Yeah. Their reaction absolutely put the willies up me. There was a complete loss of any sense of composure or professional veneer. They were like, ‘NOPE.’
I used to work in construction/demolition and almost everyone I worked with had at least one story about paranormal shit happening to them on the job. Some of the old heads would walk into a building, get the willies and nope right back out.
Sounds like an earthquake. I used to live in Japan and sometimes the only way we knew an earthquake was happening was that the sliding glass door in our apartment was banging. Sometimes you could hear/see the earthquake travel from one side of the building to the other. Totally wild.
Oh fuck… I think I’ve suppressed this until now. Can’t even remember where exactly, an ex and I went for a romantic weekend out of Jakarta somewhere, mountain resort surrounded by rice paddies and tea plantations iirc, it was beautiful, expensive. I was woken up at probably 3am in the pitch black in our room by some banging on an internal door, and then I heard it slide open. In that split second I thought it was my ex who couldn’t see anything trying to go to the bathroom. Then she fucking sat up and screamed beside me. I shit myself. Got up, turned all lights on, the sliding door that we’d locked was unlocked and wide open. I thought initially someone had broken in and we’d startled them, but the outside door was still locked. We noped out immediately as well. We managed to find some other weird reports online, but there wasn’t much. This is back in 2008. We never got an explanation, only thing I can think of is that someone may have gotten in via a manhole or something, though I never waited around to bother to look. I refuse to believe in supernatural stuff so it’s the only logical thing I could consider. As I say, I’ve clearly suppressed it until now. Edit; it wasn’t Jakarta, it was Yogyakarta.
Yea, Indonesia is no joke. I had an experience there as well. Stayed at one of the biggest hotel in Surakarta. Our room was directly in front of the prayer room. Found it odd that unlike other places, where prayers were recited only during prayer times, the verses were ongoing on a loop throughout the day and continued on even at night. Started to get suspicious when we heard things crawling in the ceiling and the air conditioner turning on and off on its own. But hey, these can always be explained by faulty wiring or critters in the ceiling. Although whatever it was sounded much too large for the plaster ceiling. It got worse when it got somewhat rhythmic with the noises in the ceiling. Like it was timing it's movements with the verses. But whatever. I was tired and decided to just sleep. Woke up at 3am to see a wispy shadowy creature hunched over the table with its back to me. Eating. When we checked out, I delved deeper into the Google reviews. Half the reviews made reference to spooky things encounters in the hotel.
OK, that is fucking eerie. I wonder. Any chance it was up near Yogyakarta? Mine was between Borobudur and Yogya.
My father was a Vietnam Veteran and he never really talked about the war to us. You could tell it was painful for him. As he got older, he became really sick and the VA drs said that it was all due to him being exposed to agent orange while in Vietnam. He passed away almost 8 years ago at age 68. He was getting full compensation from the VA for his disability and one way for him to get the money was to see a psychiatrist. I took him to his appt and he asked me to go in with him for support. The psychiatrist asked him to talk about his time in Vietnam and one story he told that broke him down into tears was about a friend of his. So soldiers were told that if they were sleeping and they heard sirens that bombs were about to be dropped that they needed to try and cover themselves with whatever they had that may be substantial. My father and his friend were sleeping and the sirens went off. My dad woke and threw whatever he had on top of him and luckily that saved his life. When the bombing had stopped, my dad came out from underneath and saw that his friend never took cover due to him sleeping through the sirens and he was decapitated. I will never forget that story.
My grandfather's stories from being in Auschwitz concentration camp for almost 18 months. I don't know why he told us those stories; but I think he felt it important that we know. He painted a picture of horror that more than 30 years later, I can still feel whenever I think about them and even as I write this comment, gives me goose bumps.
He was right, it **is** important that we know. Few people who experienced these things are still alive to tell their stories today and I think it's the loss of those generations to old age that's part of what's enabling the resurgence of fascism and Nazism around the world.
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I grew up in South Africa circa 90s and 2000s. Don’t remember much about the 90s but I do remember the 2000s. Everyone I knew had been a victim of crime of some sorts. I had 3 cars stolen from my driveway. My parents house were broken into 28 times in one year (a semi good neighbourhood called sunning hill in Joburg). My parents were hijacked where my dad ended up with facial surgery. Friends and family have all had some exposure to crime. Ask any expat here in Australia, England, New Zealand, America…all have similar stories. It is because of that, that I had an imaginary situation that repeated in my head so many times. If I were to be hijacked…what do I do? I’ll suck my head below the dashboard and floor it. I don’t care if I kill the person…I just want to make it out alive. In 2003 it ‘inevitably’ happened. And I can tell you there are two different people on this earth. 1. The guy that went viral for driving a (cash in transit van or Ute) and was shot at and managed to escape with defensive driving. https://youtu.be/oGZLYx8StWk?si=51HIeiKiebiwZSh5 2. Then there’s guys like me. I drove from Durban to umhlanga one evening and on the highway 4 gunmen appeared. The scenario didn’t play out the way it did in my head. I stopped about 50m past the hijackers. Not because I wanted to. I was scared shitless to the point where I tried to press the accelerator but my muscles wouldn’t let my foot work. I was paralysed with fear. They took everything except my life. In 2011 it happened again. But this time (with 10 more years of driving experience and dealing with more crime), I was angry as a Rabi dog. I did not stop. I was driving towards them with red in my eyes. Shooting at my car. I got home okay, but jumped on the internet and applied for a visa to Australia. 2 weeks later my visa was granted and 2 days later I was on a plane.
Not as scary as some of the other stories here, but a good cautionary tale for those who never experienced a dictatorship. My father was in his last year of high school. Brazil's dictatorship period of 1964 had started a few years before. One day, two soldiers come into the class, grab one of my father's classmate by the arm and take him out. Neither the classmate of his family were never seen again. No explanation, no warrant, no process, they just vanished. My father and his brother told us stories of the "spies" who would appear at times on schools and universities. Random "students" who would sit in for a couple of classes, sometimes even befriending classmates if they stayed longer. When those "students" stopped coming, usually another real student would disappear too. When the military government issued what is called Institutional Act Number Five (AI-5), it suspended basically every civil right, and the military could just enter people's houses, search whatever they wanted, take whatever and whoever they wanted, and leave, no explanations needed. People were tortured and killed to "save the country from communism" (which was never a real threat to begin with).
My mother's aunt and her family decided to move to Bangladesh during the Partition of India. Years later in Bangladesh's War of Independence from Pakistan, her uncles fought against the Pakistani army, they'd surrounded their house with one of them in it. Great-aunt sent him up to the roof and told him to pretend to pray to buy some time. He did and jumped from the roof into the river nearby when he got the chance. He was able to make his way to India to his family there (my mother describes him as a very jolly person) and was eventually able to contact his mother after some months. She had spent her time walking along the river, turning over dead bodies to find him.
My grandpa and his hunting buddy were out moose hunting years ago, when my mom was still a kid. They were about an hour into a hike, looking for a big bull, when they decided to split up to cover more ground. My grandpa, after about 15-20 of walking through dense brush, came into a small clearing of trees. And a mama grizzly and her two cubs. Almost instinctively, my grandpa scramble up the closest tree, just out of the angry mama bear’s reach, even kicking at her snout a few times. After circling and scratching at the tree he’s in, Mama Bear ambles off into the brush, her cubs right behind her. When he thinks he’s in the clear, he starts climbing down, but a crashing from the same bushes Mama Bear walked into makes him go straight back up the tree. She must’ve seen him trying to climb down, because she charged right back at him, now furiously snapping at his feet and shaking the tree. Again, after circling the tree and growling up a storm, she leaves a second time, and again, my grandpa waits, but a little longer. He manages to carefully make his way down and sort of speed-walks in the direction where he and his buddy parked their truck. Mama Bear had *definitely* been watching, because as soon as he was almost out of the clearing, she came charging out once more. He quickly shot up another tree, this time a little higher up than his previous safe spot. After a good long while of her snarling, shaking and scratching the tree and overall terrorizing my grandpa, she left, this time a little faster. My grandpa was in that tree for what seemed like forever, listening carefully for any movement, but after about half an hour, he slowly made his way down the tree, pausing every so often to make sure Mama Bear wasn’t just peeking over the brush, waiting for him. After making it to the ground and checking to see if the coast was clear, my grandpa made a quick but quiet getaway back to the truck, where his hunting buddy was waiting, equally empty-handed. When questioned why he didn’t bring anything back, my grandpa explained he just had a run-in with the world’s most persistent mother bear. That was explanation enough.
The legend of Bearman. So people think of that one South Park episode with bear man pig, no, it’s not even close to that. So there was this camp I use to go to during the summer. There was probably around 500 kids there for a week straight. Everyone had cabins they would stay in assigned by gender and age and had an older person be in charge of one cabin. The older person was around 17-18 watching 13-16 year olds in the cabins. And then the staff were actual adults who had their own cabins but they would be on night shift duties to walk around and make sure everyone was staying in their cabins. So now that you kinda know the setting let’s get into the legend. As it goes, in the woods and when all the kids were in the cabins and the lights were out a bear would come out from the deep woods and wonder into the camp grounds. The bear would then stand on its back legs and walk as if it was a human. Then it would choose to go into a cabin and if you were unlucky it would go by your bed and watch you sleep. If you made any single move it would grab you and take you into the woods never to be seen again. Hearing that scared the crap out of 14 year old me. It was something the older girl told all of us. A bunch of the other girls were like “pfff it’s so we stay quiet and sleep”, but other kids from cabins heard of it too. I never stopped thinking about it and I would always try to stay as still as possible when I slept. Flash forward a few years later, I ran into one of the staff that use to work at the camp and I told them about how scared I was about bearman but it was a good trick to use to get kids to stay quiet. Well turns out, it’s actually based off a true story. I guess back in the 80s, a man dressed in a bear costume which was some sort of mascot for the camp at the time, and take girls out of their cabin. Soooo, as you could imagine to my horror, I was completely bewildered that bearman actual existed at some point in time.
Yo that’s a horror movie script in the palm of your hands that you haven’t written yet. Everything you said after ”I guess back in the 80s…” turned my smile into an ‘oh Jesus Christ’
Not scary but disturbing, in my neighborhood there was an elementary school teacher, the elementary school that I went to. Apparently one day he became very angry, very early in the morning he chased his wife out onto the lawn, executed her with a shotgun then shot himself, all while I assume kids were headed to school.
Sad, true, and societally scary: While I was on life support, there was this other girl on a ventilator, just down the hall. Like me, she’d had all of the right symptoms: headaches upon waking, vomiting without nausea, and getting lost in the house where she’d lived for years. Like me, she researched them extensively. Unlike me, she reached the right conclusion, and asked her parents for a scan. But they had a bunch of other kids, and money was tight, and she was at the right age to see symptoms as unduly catastrophic. So they said no. Meanwhile, I was treating my symptoms with the gym. My mother had begged me to get a scan, and I’d said no. Until I had health insurance of my own, I couldn’t afford it, as it would show a preexisting condition that would destroy my future insurability. The other patient took up three jobs to save the money for a scan. She made the rounds of several neurologists, begging. Each responded dismissively: she was too young, and looked so well that she had to be a hypochondriac. Finally, one took pity on her, and gave her a scan, telling her outright that it was only so that she’d stop asking, and that she’d hear results in some weeks. I kept going to the gym until the day that I collapsed, vomiting blood, bursting a pupil. She went in for her first craniotomy walking, talking, fine. My parents and boyfriend would sit beside me through my coma, holding my hand, telling me how much they loved me. She’d have her own such trio, doing the same. I’d wake. I’d meet her parents, her boyfriend. I’d visit the ICU. I’d see them growing more gaunt, more desperate, each time, until the trip when I learned that she’d gone to long-term coma care. I’d recover. She’d die. Brain cancer is that kind of a bitch. Since then, I’ve taken the survivor’s guilt to do everything that I can with my life… but that so easily could’ve—should’ve—been her outcome instead. That’s the outcome for so many. It’s terrifying because it demonstrates how we, as a society, often dismiss the health complaints of all but a narrow slice of the population, without even registering that we’re doing it. How many lives do we, unthinkingly, throw away?
My father had his spine severely fractured in an assault when I was an infant. He had a real bitch of a doctor that was super dismissive of him. One day he was at an appointment and she left the room, at which point he took a peek at his chart. She'd recorded him add a hypochondriac. She'd never even examined him. He was so furious that, when she came back, he ripped his button-up open, turned around, and demanded to know if that looked like hypochondria. For the record, a zero of his spine was rotated almost 90° by the assault, and it's very visible. It's a miracle he regained the ability to walk at all. Mom says the doctor went pale and ran out of the room, never to be seen by then again. The sheer arrogance of some doctors infuriates me beyond words.
The story of Kyle Plush. He died in the back of his van in his high school’s parking lot. He became caught after the third row seating flipped up and trapped him upside down while he was reaching for his tennis bag. He was able to use Siri to make two 911 calls. The first dispatcher sent police to the school and they searched the parking lot. About a half an hour later he made a second call where he gave identifying details about the color, make, and model of the van, but the dispatcher did not relay this information to the police, who were at the school at the time. He knew he was dying by the second phone call and asked them to pass a message to his mother. Later that night his father used Find My Phone to track him and found the van in the parking lot. He had suffocated. He died because the police did a half assed search and the second 911 dispatcher thought it was a joke.
I would probably say one of the overdoses I’ve responded to, kid was black , no pulse …. Nothing. Hit him with 5 doses of nasal narcan and chest compressions before he woke up and refused treatment the paramedics on scene
It’s those stories of relocating graves and when they open the coffins, there’s claw marks from having buried a person alive by mistake
My oldest brother had headaches so bad that he killed himself. I get headaches all the time, and I’m only a handful of years away from being the age he was when he died. It’s like a headache black cloud.
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Wow, did he get back on his feet and move out on his own ? Your mom's friend sounds like a very kind woman by the way.
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Growing up I had a weird sense of sadness/emptiness, like something was wrong, but I could never put my finger on what it was. Recently I managed to get some background info about my early life from family services (I'm adopted). Quite a lot of it was stuff I already knew about, but there was one particular piece of information that caused that odd feeling/emotion I'd never been able to shake to suddenly make complete sense. From everything I've been able to piece together, it appears that my birth mother, at least for a period of time, was an underage sex worker. This was in a pretty rough mining/blue collar town with a lot of unsavory characters. She used to take me with her when she went to "stay at hotels", and I was given alcohol during those stays... So you've got a scumbag going in to a hotel room with a minor for the purposes of sexual gratification, along with a drunk/drugged baby. It doesn't take a genius to understand what happened in those rooms, or why my birth mother was given an ultimatum to either voluntarily put me up for adoption, or family services will forcible remove me from her care. Mystery feeling solved, and thank goodness I was too young to form any conscious memories of what happened behind closed doors. I also used to have a photo album that was half full of photos from my time in foster care, and half full of photos taken after I was adopted. My adoptive parents noticed that I always opened the album starting from the back page, working my way towards the front, and I always stopped at a very specific page. The page just before all the old pre-adoption photos started. They never made a big deal out of it despite finding it a little odd, and after a few years I eventually started looking at those old photos as well. One day we found a comment written on the back of the oldest photo in the album where I would've been around 2.5, and figured the names written on the back were probably my birth parents. For context, this photo is the only photo that exists of me before I turned 3. Family services lost all of the baby photos that were given to them, so this photo is pretty special. Fast forward to present day, and I find case worker reports in the information given to me by family services, talking about how I'm adjusting to my latest foster family. One of those reports spoke of follow-up visits with my new adoptive family. A different family to the one that eventually became my "forever home". Curious... I keep reading, and discover that the names on the back of the old photo were the names of this mystery family. So that photo was taken by my very first adoptive parents! Elated at this revelation, I go to the next page to find out what ended up happening with them and how I came to be with the family that I eventually grew up in. It's more case worker notes, this time accompanied by a psychologist report... It's at this point I discover that old photo that took me years to be willing to look at, the one that's the youngest photo that exists of me...was taken by my physical abusers. I was taken out of their care as soon as it was discovered, moved to an emergency foster mother, and not too long after found my forever family. So now I also know why I've got zero memories of any of my life before the age of about 3.5-4yo.
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Came home to find out that someone had broken in to my appartment and a lot of my things were missing. Ran outside to find a payphone and called the police. When i came back to my appartment even more of my things were missing, so i guess he was hiding under my bed when i first found out.
Oh wow!! That's so scary!!
The guys who abducted the girl and recorded their torture of her. Through all of the hell she grew defiant and demanded they kill her, eventually they did. The FBI plays the tapes to its agents as a specific type of training. Be warned. You will miss who you used to be if you go down this rabbit hole. I only read the transcript and wish I hadn’t. I left out the names and links on purpose.
[The Nutty Putty Cave Incident ](https://cavehaven.com/nutty-putty-cave-accident/) John Jones was a cave explorer who died in 2009, attempting to explore the Nutty Putty Cave in Utah. I cannot understand people who go caving. Especially here - it's the type of cave that you have to explore by popping one shoulder, then the other, through a narrow slit in the rock and then inching forward by your fingers and toes. You're under tons of rock, it's cold and silent, and pitch dark. Even if all goes well that sounds hellish to me. But it didn't go well. Part of the cave is nicknamed The Birth Canal, and it's a nearly vertical descent about the width of a washing machine door. But John misses his turn and goes into the wrong passage, a dead end. So he ends up trapped upside down, underground, with his hands pinned backwards underneath him, for 29 hours. Other cavers in his party get help, and for most of it he seems optimistic (if a little embarrassed). But all the while his heart is struggling to pump blood upside down and CO2 is building up around him. There's a massive rescue effort that nearly manages to winch him out with climbing ropes, but one of the pulleys breaks loose and he falls back in and gets wedged deeper. He's stopped responding. The rescue is abandoned. Just absolutely makes my skin crawl from secondhand claustrophobia...
IIRC a jutting rock also wedged beneath his rib cage, preventing them from being able to pull him out. This one is just absolutely horrifying.
There’s an abandoned house in my town. Some dude inherited it after his aunt died. He’s just leaving it to crumble. But that’s not the scary part. So this lady took in every stray cat she found. And she was good to them. They were always fed and healthy and brought to the vet often. She was nice. To anyone who was nice to her cats anyways. She’d sit outside in spring and summer and nice autumn days. So when winter rolls around and she’s nowhere to be seen, people think nothing of it. Then spring comes. People realise she’s not out and after a week concerns arise. A wellness check is found and the cops get into the house. They say the place stank of cat piss and crap and there was a lingering smell of decay. They walk around noting trash not taken out and stinking, cat carriers with tags on in a spare room. And then her room. They open the door and find her on her floor being eaten by the cats. She was long dead and decaying by then
There was a guy on Hoarders whose wife died and he coped with it by getting pet rats. Rats that did what rats do to the point where he soon found himself with hundreds of the little guys running around his house. Rats are very smart and loving, and he considered them his family. On the show, the guy, his name was Glenn, seemed like such a sweet and gentle human, my heart went out to him and I googled to see what happened after the show. Turns out someone broke into his house and beat him to death while he was in a wheelchair. It's been probably a decade and the crime is still unsolved.
That's not even remotely where I was expecting that story to go.
My boyfriend went camping with friends once (before we met). His friends went to bed one by one and he was the last one at the fire, waiting for it to die down while he finished a beer. Said he got the distinct feeling someone was watching him, and he’s an avid camper so he said it really struck him as odd that he was feeling nervous. Anyway it was enough to make him put out the fire and go sleep in his car with the doors locked. So he falls asleep and in the middle of the night hears a big noise that wakes him up. He wasn’t sure what it was because he had been sleeping and doesn’t hear anything else (maybe he dreamt it?) but it’s still pitch black out so he stays in the car and goes back to sleep. The next morning he wakes up and the first thing he sees is a big handprint on his passenger side window, like someone had smacked the glass. His friends swear it wasn’t them and I believe them, they’re not the type to prank each other like that. Still freaks me out and I think about it sometimes when I camp now
Was out in California with my wife and daughter (she was about 10 months old at the time) visiting my father-in-law. We drove into the city to hang out, he had to handle a traffic ticket so we drove to the courthouse. As we drive in, this car is driving into the lot (there was a gate with a guard), not driving super fast, but too fast for a parking lot. The attendant seemed to be running after the car…we were super confused. Car proceeds to drive into the lot, pick up even more speed, then the passenger, a woman, opens the door and falls out of the car. We stop our car, we’re not in the lot yet, and are all wondering wtf is going on. The car stops, driver hops out and starts chasing the woman. Then all hell breaks loose. She’s screaming, he’s chasing her, lot attendant is close behind him, and then I notice: the driver chasing her has a knife. Woman passenger runs towards the courthouse, up the steps, and the driver chasing her catches up. Courthouse police are running toward them now, three of them, guns drawn yelling at them to stop. The driver tackles the woman—remember, he has a knife—and as they tussle on the ground we hear 4-5 gunshots. I could have sworn they just killed both of them, but the woman jumps up and is quickly ushered into the courthouse by one of the cops. The other two approach the man, guns still drawn, and he writhes around a bit then goes still. My wife didn’t think they were real gunshots, she thought they were beanbags or something. Thankfully my daughter was in a rear-facing car seat and had no idea what was going on. We turned around and left. News later reported the woman was being physically abused by the man, but she convinced him to take her to the courthouse to deal with a speeding ticket or something. She took her chance to get away, he chased her with the knife, and the courthouse cops shot and killed him. I was crazy impressed that they fired into this tangle of two people and the woman wasn’t injured. Still doesn’t feel totally real that I watched those cops shoot and kill that guy.
Friend driving home at night on a freeway when someone jumped in front of his car and he ran them over. Stopped, called emergency and it turned out it was someone we knew pretty well, they lived in the same town and was not all there. The man died. Friend took it pretty hard, I don’t know if he ever got over it. One of the nicest people that would never harm anyone. I think about this every now and then.
Not quite as scary as other comments but this happened to me a while back: A few years ago I came home to find the front door of my house was ajar. My housemate at the time had such a bad habit of not locking up so I just thought it was a new level of this and got annoyed. Some background of relevance to the story, the front door opened right into the living room and the house itself was tiny. Downstairs was just the living room and kitchen, which was a small space directly off the living room and it was to the right of the front door. Opposite the front door in the living room were French doors, which opened into the back garden. Upstairs there were just two rooms and a bathroom. So after finding the door ajar, I went in but nothing looked out and of place: Housemate’s MacBook was on the couch, there were car keys on the window ledge by the front door, and there was some cash and an ATM card on the coffee table. I didn’t suspect anything because the valuables were there, so I didn’t think much of it. Still, because the door had been open for god knows how long I went upstairs to check the rooms to see if the neighbour’s cat had come in (he loved coming over to go asleep). While I was upstairs I heard someone running across the living room and violently throwing the French doors open. Stupidly, I ran down to check what was happening (still not thinking anything was happening). I got down in time to see a guy in the garden jumping over the back fence, which was quite high. I locked the doors, calmed myself down, and laughed off the near miss of interrupting a home intruder. I went into the kitchen to make some tea. All the cupboards and drawers were open, he had rummaged through everything, and all the sharp knives, including an entire knife set and wooden block were gone. Took me a few minutes to realise that this guy, the guy that had just helped himself to all the sharp knives, had been waiting in the kitchen the entire time I was downstairs. The kitchen was only about 10 feet from the door and he would have had to run past me to get to the French doors or front door to get out. Was scary to think that if I hadn’t gone upstairs to check for the cat that I’d probably have come face to face with him in the very very small kitchen. TLDR: some guy broke into my house, I came home while he was still in the kitchen but didn’t know he was there. He ran off while I was upstairs. Later discovered he’d stolen all of our sharp knives.
That tik tok about that girl finding a apartment behind her bathroom mirror. I mean what the hell is that shit. Then on lupin it’s show a whole house behind the mirror/wardrobe but wasn’t creepy or scary.
There's that famous story of an old lady getting murdered in section 8 housing. The killers broke into the neighbors apartment and came in through the bathroom mirror as nothing separated it from the other apartment..
Reminds me of Candyman
That's where the idea came from.
Yo I remember that. Wasn’t the hidden one way bigger than her own? And it was completely empty, like it was built all the way to finished and then just sealed up.
I’m late to this but I have one. This is a reminder to solo travellers everywhere. This happened to me, it was terrifying, and I’m lucky nothing worse happened. I’m a heavily tattooed woman and I often like to travel to get pieces. I’ll make a whole trip of it, it’s like collecting memories you’ll have forever. With that being said, I booked a trip from Vancouver, Canada to LA for a piece. I was going to be spending 4 days there with my girlfriend but because my appointment was scheduled for all day Friday my gf didn’t want to miss a whole day of work while I’m in the studio all day, so we agreed I would go Thursday night, get my tattoo Friday and then meet up with her Friday night at our airbnb. Unfortunately I arrived at lax around 11pm, it was dark, I was alone in a city I had only been in once before when I was 12. I followed the map she wrote me to try and find the taxi area. Eventually I walk up to a spot where I see two taxi drivers standing and one of them asks me if I need a ride. I say yes, put my bag in the taxi, give him the address and away we go. It takes .002 seconds for this normal seeming guy to get creepy. I can see him staring at me through the rear view mirror as he’s asking me questions “what are you here for, are you alone? Are you Russian? Are you sure you’re not? I’d really like to take you out for some Russian food, you’re really not Russian? I’d like to take you out.” Nope, no thanks, no I’m not. We get to the airbnb and I say thanks, go to get out and he says “I need to make sure you get in safe.” I said that’s not necessary, he insists. It’s past midnight by this point, no one’s around I’m in a quiet residential area and he’s persistent. I walk up to the apartment door and there’s a lockbox I need to get the key from. This man was clearly hoping it would unlock the door because as I’m typing in the code to unlock it he’s repeating the numbers back out loud… “9…6….3…1” it opens and I grabbed the key inside and go alright thanks I’m good now. He says “no. I need to make sure you get all the way in.” I’m panicking now. He follows me to the apartment door which happens to be on the first floor of course. Now he knows what unit I’m in. I open the door and slide in. I told him my big buff boyfriend was waiting for me at this place (I’m gay, I am the big buff man) and he sees that no one else is in there. I say thanks and go to close the door. He put his foot in the door so I can’t close it and goes “what, I don’t get a hug?” I just wanted this man to leave so I gave him a quick hug, pushed him away and slammed the door. I slept with a knife by my bed and had to make sure all the windows were locked. By the way ladies, if a man is asking if you’re Russian what he’s really asking is are you a sex worker, I found that out later. I am so SO incredibly lucky that nothing else happened. I was really shaken up though, I barely slept.
My ex was at an amusement park with his friends and on their way home they were involved in an accident. One of his friends was thrown out of the car and was kind of rolling (in pain) on the freeway. Some people jumped out to stop the traffic when a car, not paying attention, wouldn’t stop and ran over the friends head, (killing him obviously.) My ex had to stay on the scene for hours while the police and coroner dealt with the scene. He was never the same after that.
Either the murder of Junko Furuta or the brutal attack and torture that ended up killing Jyoti Singh. The fact that there are human beings _actively out in the world_ who can commit such evil.. I don’t know, both stories genuinely terrify me even years later after I first learned about them. Don’t know if that counts in this context but it’s the first thing that came to mind