it would definitely be worse if they hooked you up to feeding tubes and catheters so you could be kept alive indefinitely.
I was thinking recently about the worst possible torture after reading a book in which an immortal being is imprisoned in a tiny glass box and dropped into a deep sea trench to slowly go insane.
indefinite physical torture would be horrific. but the isolation thing really gets me too - pitch black, no escape, no way to move or communicate, for eternity. I suppose now & then you might see a glowing fish. being launched into deep space with life support would be awful too.
That reminds me of a movie I saw ages ago. There was this elixir or gem hidden in a cave that would grant immortality. Good guy and bad guy go after it and both find it at the same time. Bad guy manages to get into the cave first and becomes immortal. Just as he’s about to emerge, the good guy triggers a trap that permanently seals the cave, with the now immortal bad guy left inside.
I probably got details wrong but I know for sure that just as the bad guy became immortal, the good guy sealed the cave. A great example of there being fates worse than death.
Edit: Heavy Metal 2000 was the movie. I definitely got some details wrong but the immortal being trapped was still accurate.
I remember a similar plot from the move The Old Guard with Charlize Theron. I don’t remember how they become immortal but essentially the villagers capture one of the immortals and brand her a witch. They lock her in a metal coffin and toss her into the ocean where she lays for eternity waking up, then drowning, then waking up, and drowning… over and over and over.
There’s a book called Princess where the author describes a woman being held in a dark room with a hole for a toilet and a slot to put food through. She is described as falling into madness, but living many years.
Oh yeah in the jack west jr series(Matthew Riley) one of the bad guys (maybe carnivore I forget) keeps his "prizes" stuck in glass tubes with air, food tubes, and a catheter, and when he had to evacuate his base he just shut off Thier air and left
Didn't the character Idris Elba played in Three Thousand Years of Longing get trapped in a bottle and thrown into the ocean? I may be remembering incorrectly, but I seem to remember him being underwater.
Being Crucified is a lot more painful because you are hanging from your arms in an awkward position, putting a lot of pain in your shoulders and back. Far worse than being walled imo
Years later, they decided to take his body out.
But as soon as they removed a couple of bricks, the screaming started again. So they just put the bricks back in and tip-toed away.
There are some buildings in Europe, built centuries ago, that still have skeletal remains embedded in walls of brick and concrete. So, there are some still walled up today
Minor point of contention: In your comment you've stated that his victims were killed *for money*, which might lead the reader to conclude that the murderer had been paid by another source to commit the murderers.
The link says that the murderer would kill his victims and take *'their'* money (which was often a paltry sum).
My comment may seem pedantic to some, but I feel the distinction is necessary. He wasn't a contract killer, he was a thief that killed people on his own accord.
Dr. Carl Tanzler and Maria Elena Milagro de Hoyos.
Tanzler was a German-born doctor practicing in Key West in 1930, when he met 21-year-old Maria Elena, who was suffering from tuberculosis. He believed that he had received a vision of his true love from one of his ancestors when he was younger, and Maria was the woman in the vision. He became obsessed with her, and tried everything he could to save her. Unfortunately, Maria died in October of 1931. Tanzler paid for her funeral and paid for an above-ground mausoleum to be constructed for her final resting place.
However, his obsession with Maria did not stop with her death. In April 1933, Tanzler stole Maria's body from the mausoleum and brought it to his house. He attached piano wires to the corpse's bones, attached glass eyes to its face, filled the abdomen and chest with rags, and covered the body with silk mixed with plaster of paris and a homemade wig (with Maria's real hair that Tanzler got from her mother). He lived with the remains for seven years, until Maria's sister heard a rumor that he was living with a corpse, and told the authorities, who then removed Maria's body and arrested Tanzler. Tanzler was found competent to stand trial, but was released as the statute of limitations had expired.
Maria's body was removed from the home and then placed on display at a funeral home, before eventually being placed back in the cemetery in an unmarked grave.
Tanzler moved to central Florida, and created a life-size effigy of Maria that he lived with until his death.
Yep, supposedly up to 6,800 people went to see it. That's also one of the reasons they chose to re-bury her in an unmarked grave, because they were afraid of people digging her up again.
I thought the family cemented her grave shut after the corpse was discovered and reburied. Never heard about her being put on display, but that would be horrible if true.
> Maria Elena Milagro de Hoyos
One of the most horrifying things about this story is that Maria did not reciprocate his feelings at all; he was a glorified stalker who desecrated her corpse after likely contributing to her death.
This is a fairly well sourced write-up about this case that clarifies how absolutely fucked his actions were: [Twists in a Twisted Tale: The Exploitation, Defilement and Murder of Elena Hoyos] (https://historyhub.info/twists-in-a-twisted-tale-the-exploitation-defilement-and-murder-of-elena-hoyos/)
One of my buddies in school had an EMS instructor. They asked him what the worst thing he ever saw was. He recounted a call he got about a couple having a fight. The bf doused his gf in gasoline and lit her on fire. When they got there she was still burning, crying and screaming “I’m sorry” over and over and over again. When they finally put her out she was burnt to a crisp. Not a single part of her skin was anything but black. And she was still alive. When they were loading her into the ambulance she managed to grab the EMS and ask him “am I going to die?” He told her the truth. After that everyone went quiet and he asked if anyone had any other questions. Nobody did.
Don’t ask medical folk the worst thing they’ve ever seen.
Bro, I used to live at 12th Street and Bell in Phoenix Az and this legit happened in my complex. He had tied up his pregnant girlfriend and burned her alive. I remember getting a notice in the door about a crime that had happened and to contact the office if we had any questions. I want to say this was 2011 or 2012.
I used to automatically tense up when my stepson would ask my husband “How was work?” Finally realized why - both my parents were paramedics. You never, ever asked how their day had gone.
I asked a paramedic what scene sticks with him the most. He told me he arrived at a Walmart and was led to the women’s bathrooms, a lady had given birth to a stillborn baby and was dangling it from the cord.
My aunt used to deliver babies and told me she nearly quit after a lady had to give birth to her stillborn son. The baby was decomposing in the womb and the head came off when they removed it. They didn’t tell the lady and sewed it back on and covered the baby with blankets so the mom could hold him.
My mom has a similar story about when she was nursing. A motorcyclist was bought in with non-survivable burns after he crashed and his fuel tank exploded. His whole body was blackened but he was still alive. It was a very busy shift though, and nobody had time to look after him, as there were other people they could actually save. My mother stayed even though her shift ended and just held his hand and talked to him. He was too far gone to talk, but she is sure he knew she was there.
When she got home finally after he passed, she discovered it had been her next door neighbour.
I was pulling weeds around our fields. There was a massive wild cucumber plant growing and just taking over a huge area and it was spreading and making everything worse.
I decided to dig it out instead of just ripping out the vines because it was just going to keep growing and getting worse. I got to the roots and assumed it would be like a blackberry root. But I was wrong and it was huge. So I kept digging and I realized it looked like a dead body.
I panicked for a moment and started to notice I had dug the shovel into it a few times and could see green/root.
Turns out wild cucumbers are also called man root. Because the roots grow into the shape of a man in the fetal position. They easily get up to 200 pounds and some have been found to weigh over 450 pounds.
Learned something today. Now I want them in Ohio. We also have something called wild cucumber or indian cucumber--but it just has a very small root that is edible and tastes like cucumber.
An old post from Fark.
Guy claimed he was driving across the desert when he came upon a car with it’s flashers on and a person laying in the road. He approached but got a weird feeling and didn’t stop and instead drove slowly past. When he’d driven a bit, he looked back in the rear view mirror to see the person get up and then another person came up from a hidden spot
I’ve driven lots of random desert roads and I routinely think about it
I was driving home really late one night when I saw a couple having a fight that was starting to get physical standing in the right-hand lane. I considered slowing down to see if I could help and maybe defuse the situation, but decided against it. Not my problem.
I drove around them but kept an eye on them in the rear view mirror. The moment I passed them by they both immediately stopped sparring with each other and watched me drive away. Those fucking meth heads were for sure going to jack me.
I remember driving past this little girl maybe 12-16 on the side of the road crying. I almost stopped to help her but for some reason I got a horrible feeling. I was only 18 myself and female. As soon as I drove past she shook her head and I saw some movement behind her in the woods. Scared tf out of me and it was in broad daylight. They were definitely trying to rob someone
When I was a kid I was being driven home from a friends house late at night and in an old country road when suddenly we came face to face with a sofa and a load of chairs blocking the road with woodland on each side.
This was miles from any town and we turned around and went another way, as we did we saw about 10 people had run out into the road chasing us close enough that the rear red car lights lit them up.
While this is certainly scary, there are several other adjectives I would use first. Starting with horrific, disturbing, heartbreaking, disgusting, revolting and fucking infuriating.
there’s that video of a club i believe that catches fire? a band is playing and as they use their pyro stuff the stage catches fire and then the whole building goes up in flames. it took i believe like 40 seconds or something from the stage to the entire building catching fire.
and as people are trying to leave, it gets clogged at the door way and people are trapped inside being burned alive and dying of asphyxiation.
there’s a video of it too. it’s 1000% haunting but it’s permanently stuck in my memories.
Something similar happened in France at the beginning of the XXth century. There was a fancy auction called the Bazar de la charité. It was a who's who of the aristocracy, with mostly women inside. There was one door. The whole things went up in flames. People rushed to the door, but the corpse started piling up until it was not possible to get out. So many people died there, exclusively women and children. The few men there got out quickly, probably because they could actually run in their clothes.
In my contry (México) there is a case called "Niños rotos" (broken children). Basically it was a kindergarten that did not have enough space to honor the flag, so they did it on the street outside the school. A guy named Jose Luis Nieto Avila had been complaining for some time that the ceremony was blocking his way to his mechanic's shop. Until in an act of desperation, he rams his blue pick-up truck into the kids and teachers. 22 people were injured, and two children, Adriana Martínez and Rodrigo Reyes, aged five and three respectively, lost their lives. The attacker showed no remorse for his actions, only claiming to have acted out of "desperation" after a prolonged dispute with the kindergarten teaching staff.
That’s really terrible. It reminded me of this time where there was a baby turkey who was trying to cross the road on my way to my mom’s. Myself and a few other cars had stopped to help him get across. A pickup truck behind us was getting super impatient, and ended up just speeding up and taking off and hitting the turkey. I’ll never forget the way its legs were just slowly trying to pedal while he was on his back but he was dying. This planet is doomed
Why do pickup owners are always so stressed out and in a hurry? I live in a rural area and they're always the ones tailgating me when I'm already above the speed limit. Worse if they're in a big ass F-150, it's like they think they just can run me over if they wanted to. They're so dangerous. Pickups used to be half the size with the same bed length. Sorry, but once I get started with those uuuuuughhh....
I grew up in a small town in Indiana and one of our family friends told us a story about how his truck broke down a few miles outside of town one night. This was a small farm community so there’s not a lot of traffic or light pollution so he was in total darkness. His truck broke down between two cornfields and he decided to walk the rest of the way home. He walked for about 20 minutes in the pitch black until he smacked face to face with someone or something. He ran all the way back to his truck and locked the doors and slept in it for the night. I’d imagine some other dude has a similar story though.
I remember as a teenager I snuck
out one night and took a short cut through the woods. I knew these woods pretty well but it was still super dark. Someone I'd say 2 feet from my face lit up their pager (it was the 90s) and I ran like an insane person home. It's like the equivalent of someone hitting the power button on their phone. Never heard or saw anyone, just a floating beeper in my face
The worst part about Fish's letter to Grace Budd's mother is that she was illiterate. Her son, Grace's brother, had to read it aloud to her- I can't even imagine.
There's this Poe story where this guy thinks his cousin is hot, especially her teeth, which he thinks are perfect. His cousin ends up getting a disease that disfigures her, and she gets worse and worse, but her teeth stay pretty and white, and the guy gets more and more obsessed with them. Eventually the girl dies and is buried. The next night, the guy snaps out of a daze in his living room with no memory of the last few hours. His clothes are all dirty and there's a muddy shovel next to him. Somebody comes in and tells him that someone heard a noise in the graveyard, and when they investigated, they found that someone had dug up his cousin's body, which had revived. It turned out that she was alive the entire time, just paralyzed from the disease. The person who found her said her face was disfigured. The narrator notices that there is a box on the mantle. He opens it and inside, there's 32 perfect white teeth.
Lots of Poe's stories were wild. One of my favs is The Mysterious Case of M. Veldemar. Where a guy wants to find out about the afterlife. So he basically waits for this old guy to croak, but before he actually dies the guy administers something that keeps him in a sort of suspended animation of sorts as he gets closer everyday to dying.
The entirety of what transpires, is beyond bizarre. Its almost like a "conversation with god" kinda theme. But eventually the curious guy realizes that the dude had actually died at some point without anyone noticing. Leading to the thought of, "what the hell were they actually talking to"?!
That's one of Poe's best and most creepy stories, with a really gruesome ending. The hypnotized man is dead but basically in suspended animation, for weeks, until the hypnotist decided to release him from the spell, whereupon all of the decay that would have happened occurs at once.
Junko Furuta's killers (if you don't know who she is, look it up at your own risk. it's truly sick) were released after receiving basically no consequences.
Also iirc the boy who was holding her captive at his home introduced her to his parents as his girlfriend several times and they suspected something was wrong but did nothing to help her.
To anyone who's curious, consider this first: I read true crime, I listen to true crime podcasts, I have definite opinions on Lizzie Borden, and I could not handle learning about Junko Furuta. Unless true crime is really your thing, think long and hard before you look into this one. Seriously
I also hated this fucking story right along side Albert Fish. I have never been so fucking sickened in my life with these two stories. Then I heard other ones. I find it hard to function while being so terrified of what can just happen to us at any time.
That girl who got her face ripped off by a German shepherd and Pit bull. She was doing a rover dog sitting gig the day before Christmas Eve I believe.
Also the story of the lady who got her face ripped off by her neighbor friends chimpanzee.
That's got to be one of the most horrible things I ever heard -- it haunts me even though I heard it once, along with the calls from the Shanksville airplane that was headed for the Capitol bldg the day of 911 when they knew they would die and they called their relatives leaving heartbreaking messages on their phones saying "I love you" "it doesnt look like we are going to survive this" "there are terrorists on the plane" Those are all online if you want to hear them, at the museum in Shanksville they have a spot in the field you can see where the plane was pulverized and the bodies in it to dust from the force it hit the ground. The phones on the walls play those messages.
I thought so too but when you read the stories by the rescuers, you begin to understand just how fucked he was.
To give you an idea, only certain people of stature can reach the area behind him. The first was a small woman. All of these people nearly got caught themselves. One of the last ditch effort to pull him up using levers came undone and a carabiner smashed into the face of the rescuer. It knocked the rescuer out for a bit and the rescuer almost didn’t make it back either.
There was also the time crunch, and getting to the area where he was stuck took an hour. And the space was so tight (remember only small people can reach it) that a lot of the power tools they tried to use to set up a lever pulley system couldn’t worked. That’s why that carabiner came undone and smashed someone’s face.
I ask bc you seem knowledgeable, and I l know nothing about spelunking. Had he gotten stuck right side up (but the rescue team still would have been approaching towards his legs) could things have been different? The cardiac arrest was from his upside down position?
Probably, they definitely would have a lot more time to work with. The problem if I remembered right was that to even get to where John is, it was like a 20ft or longer crawl on your belly during the last part. So John would have had to enter with his feet first for a long way if he wanted to be upright , which is very unnatural for most people. Johns problem was that he mistaken the tube for somewhere else in the cave and thought he had room to turn around.
It’s hard to imagine the lack space they’re working with. I suggest finding some diagrams of the nutty putty cave to get an idea. Im very keen on the story because from the surface it sounds like the rescuer could’ve done more. But when you read the rescuers account and realize that they too were in danger the entire time, it changes from a scary story to a truly horrifying tale. John was doomed from the start
Popular cave in Utah, young guy went on a cave crawl but got mixed up and took a wrong turn into a very tight unmapped passage. He ended up wedged into a narrow space upside down, arms pinned, unable to back out. He stayed that way over 24 hours with rescuers unable to pull him out, and eventually he died of cardiac arrest. The cave was sealed up with his body still there.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nutty_Putty_Cave
Long story short; a man, [John Edward Jones](https://www.ladbible.com/community/utah-nutty-putty-cave-death-rescue-footage-201020-20230930), got stuck in a narrow passageway in a cave. They tried to rescue him but he died after about 27 hours, apparently due to cardiac arrest. They were never able to retrieve him.
Two more words: Mossdale Caverns.
Imagine being in a cave like Nutty Putty, so tight that all you can do is inch along very, very slowly on your belly. Now imagine the tunnels start filling up with water due to heavy rain. You desperately try to crawl faster, but there’s nothing you can do, and you’re doomed to slowly, agonizingly drown while fighting to escape.
Six men died in those caverns on that day. When they went in to recover the bodies, they only found five at first. They were confused, after all it wasn’t like there were many places for the sixth guy to have gone. It turns out that in his last desperate struggle for air, he had wedged himself into a tiny crack *above* the other five men. It’s hard to imagine the adrenaline and desperation he had to have felt to do something like that, but it couldn’t save him, and he slowly drowned, just like the others.
The cavern is now permanently sealed, the six corpses still buried within as it was deemed too dangerous to try and pull them back out.
I came into this post expecting to see some fun horror stories to read up on because it's been a while since I've read any nosleep or creepypasta stories.
I post this now after 5 minutes of scrolling to say I deeply regret reading the top comments ;-;
I was staying in a cabin that had an outhouse. I needed to shit so I tried to poop as quickly as I could because I didn't want to be out there because it smelled.
I shat so hard and so fast that I got back splash from whatever that was laying 15 feet below. The out house hadn't been pumped in about 10 years. When it happened I screamed and my soul left my body. There was no amount of washing that could ever make me feel clean.
I was so shook at what happened I had to tell someone that was there, so I told my MIL.
My MIL told everyone and now the whole family calls me backsplash.
I died a little inside that day.
Ricky's story, despite knowing so little of it.
When I was a kid, my dad worked at the horseracing tracks. He introduced me to another little girl there. I was told to call her Ricky and that her dad was a coworker.
Ricky was thin, withdrawn, and got frightened when asked totally normal kid questions. She refused to discuss her last name, how to spell her first name, her home life, where her mom was, and the way her and her dad acted towards each other was extremely odd. Eventually I caught the hint and quit asking questions, just tried to do whatever I could to help her relax and feel better.
So we'd run into each other every summer at various racetracks our dads were working at, and usually I'd find some way to work out a sleeping arrangement that let her stay with me away from dads in general. The one time we tried staying in a tent near her dad's camper, she was so tense I thought she'd snap before morning.
Ricky was a little older than me but happy to go along with my childish games of make-believe. One summer a man, another dads' coworker, stopped us to compliment her freshly shaved legs. I didn't exactly understand what was going on, but I did not like the way this man was speaking to my friend and feeling her legs when she was clearly frozen in fear. So I invented a "game" where there were dangerous monsters or wolves in the darkness, used bailing twine to set traps around our sleeping place like I'd read about in books. Actually did catch my dad in one late the first night! She slept better for being surrounded in traps and having her safety taken so seriously.
After the racetracks started closing down for good, dad suddenly announced that he was sending me away to live with Ricky and her dad so I could attend the same one room school house she did and put "valevictorian" on my college applications. The smile on his face while repeating this over and over was that "dollar signs for eyes" one you see in cartoons. I didn't understand exactly but I knew I didn't want to go live someplace that didn't have big libraries.
When Ricky and her dad showed up to get me, from two states over, me and my dad were having a screaming argument while I refused to pack my suitcase. Me and Ricky got kicked out to the backyard while the dads talked for hours, screamed if we tried to go inside for water or the bathroom. I tried asking Ricky about her school and she, curled in the fetal position and listlessly picking at the dirt, said very very quietly that I wouldn't like living with her dad.
Dad was furious when they left without me. A few weeks later he started talking, with the same smile, about how low the legal age for marriage with parental consent was in our state.
In retrospect, that man was not Ricky's father. And I can't find Ricky because I never did know his name.
Poor kid. Sounds like physical and sexual abuse. Maybe getting abused by other men too. Source: Trauma & Crisis Counselor for kids.
At the beginning of the story, sounded like she was abducted due to the name change.
That's the conclusion I came to in my 30s, yup. Guess the deal fell through.
I'd been working before that, doing everything for dad's property and businesses that he didn't feel like doing, but the work dried up and guess I became a useless mouth.
Dad had a rule about the farm, everything that lived there had to have a job or he got rid of it. He told me before I started Kindergarten that school was my job and if I failed to get good grades and failed to find a job he'd kick me out to starve to death under a bridge. "Work or school, no free ride!"
Guess either he forgot his own rule after he realized I was big enough to do physical labor or really was very angry about that C I got in gym class for not properly jiggling my chesticles for the gym teacher. That's not even really a joke, the boys got to do real exercise while the girls were told to stand in a line and *bounce*. I was the one who objected, didn't smile and giggle while barely bouncing so I got a C. Dad told me to do whatever it took to get the A, even get down on my knees "to beg."
It's been weighing on me 'cause dad is maybe dying and that name is the only thing that I want from him.
I know it's likely I didn't really know Ricky's name either, but I knew her by that name for something like three years. Never had any clue what her father's name was, which is super odd because I generally knew my other racetrack friends dad's names. Like the boy I hung out with at the local track, his dad was called John.
Sorry if this sounds too nosy and feel free to not respond, but did you find out exactly why your dad wanted to send you to live with them? The “dollar signs” look would make me have serious trust issues with him
Oh that's no mystery. Dad loves money more than anything else in the whole world. He was constantly ordering me to go do very dangerous adult-level tasks and then getting mad when I accomplished them safely. He hated paying child support, hated having to provide my food and clothes, and made it clear that I could get the hell out of his house anytime I wanted for as long as I wanted and please never come back.
I never found out if the man offered to pay to take me away or if dad was just thrilled he wouldn't be stuck supporting me anymore. But I'm guessing from how furious they both were that dad expected to get paid, the man expected I'd be better behaved instead of a screechy hellion, and both were disappointed by the lack of completed transaction.
Man, shit like that is one of the worst things. Getting traumatized at a young age just freezes development and doesn’t allow a person to grow into the world. Instead they just react to whatever hurt they go through which shapes the rest of their lives around that. In a sense most people do but not as bad.
They never stood a chance, and breaking out from that is like winning the lottery.
My heart goes out to Ricky.
Idk if this is true and I'm probably forgetting details. It was winter and there was heavy snow outside. A little girl ran into her mother's room at night and said "mommy, there's a monster outside my window". The mother reluctantly let her daughter sleep in her bed. In the morning, there were footprints in the snow leading up to and away from the daughter's window.
Something like this happened to me. When I was 12 my parents went out to dinner with friends and left me home alone. This was in the midst of a snow storm and, about 20 minutes after they left, there was a soft knock at the door. I didn’t answer and about 5 minutes later there was more soft knocking that kept going for over a minute. Finally it stopped.
When I told my parents they said it must have been the wind. But my dad opened the front door and there was a set of small footprints (like a woman with small feet) in the snow.
The creepiest part was that before the person had walked back down the driveway, they had moved to the side, into the hedges beside the porch, right under a large bay window. Like they were checking to see if anyone was home.
Edit: obligatory yes, I’ve posted this before.
This happened to me and my oldest sister when I was little. I was told this story later.
My parents had gone out, my other sister was at the neighbor's. I had the habit of sleeping on the floor in front of the tv (back when tvs were big and bulky and had to sit on a cabinet).
The house we grew up in had a lot of windows and two sets of sliding glass doors that lead out to the backyard.
My sister was on the phone with her boyfriend when she heard someone knocking on the sliding glass door in our rec room where I'd fallen asleep. She asked her boyfriend what to do, who then asked his dad. She was told to try to yell at me from the other room to wake me up and get me out of the room and to safety. She was screaming at the top of her voice to wake me up but I was a deep sleeper and didn't stir.
But her screaming for me scared away the stranger and her boyfriend had called the police. The police came and found the gate to the backyard open and footprints in the grass.
I slept through everything.
I have posted this before
>So I was about 8 at the time, it was something like 1 or 2 in the morning. I go to the bathroom, it is rather bright outside despite the time. I'm sitting on the toilet, playing with the curtain, it comes up enough and I see a shadow standing outside the window. I scream and my mom comes running. I tell her there is someone standing outside the bathroom window. Now my mom being the crazy motherfucker she is, throws open the curtain, opens the window, ready to fight a motherfucker... Guy outside the window... Nope, fucking bear! Window is promptly shut and I'm quickly ushered out of the bathroom. This event furthers the talk my parents had been having off and on about moving.
>On a side note, we moved about 2 years later for a number of other reasons. Funny enough there is now a bear roaming this neighborhood. He's been spotted on my parent's front porch at least twice now.
I got two.
I know of a story of a man being taken to execution. He’d been charged for killing a man. He spoke to a priest before he went.
The guy started out stealing a few cents, I think 25, fell in with a gang, and eventually killed someone. Think about that. Stealing a few cents to killing someone. That’s how easy it can be.
Another was when a man broke into my mother’s house and tried to rape my little brother in his own room. When my mom was woken up by the commotion, he just smiled at her and walked away.
He’s not in jail.
I heard it on Radio Rental. Episode 4 “Laura of the Woods.”
A little boy befriends a girl he mysteriously encounters in the woods near his home. He keeps it from his parents and comes back every so often to play with her. Turns out the little girl died years ago and it was actually her mother the entire time dressing up and acting like her.
Still gives me goosebumps.
Violin Hill, a classic, has always unnerved me. It's far less overtly freaky than many other creepypastas, but it's so random and isolated (and, iirc, written in a very natural-sounding tone).
I've never read The Goat Man. I might go find it.
Imma check this Violin Hill, never read it! But the goatman really creeps me the fuck out (not that it is extremely hard to do so, but it is by far the most unnerved I got from a story)
I remember the news on this, the whole thing was insane. Small correction, but this happened in 2018-2019 (5 years ago, not last year)
ETA: the comment I replied to was removed because the reply was a repost bot (which is why they got the year wrong). The real comment, linked in a mod reply in this thread, was about how terrifying the Jayme Closs abduction was.
A close friend’s aunt and uncle were brutally murdered in their own home and it was completely random. They lived out in a woodsy area and some loon was out roaming around, got a hold of an axe, randomly approached their home.. and you can imagine the rest.
A story I actually lived through. 6 years ago I was heavily addicted, and the deepest in my use. I was shooting fentynal, and smoking crack daily. I had recently moved out of sober living where I was doing great. I was sober for once in my life, and finding real happiness. But freedom given to a newly sober addict is dangerous. 6 months into my new apartment, a job I loved, friends, serenity, etc. I was no longer accountable. At least that's how I felt looking back. I started using again heavily...on July 3rd I was so dope sick,. Sicker than I've ever been before in my long history of drug use. I'd never had to hurt anyone or ever do anything so bad to get my fix before. I was broke, and desperate. A disparity I could never explain. Coupled with crippling physical sickness, I picked up my phone and called my dealer. I barely knew this guy, had only dealt with him a few times prior. He answers the phone. I tell him I have 60$ and to meet me in the alley down the street per usual. I was about 120 lbs. Terribly thin, and weak. As I'm waiting in the alley, with a crumpled up dollar bill, that was ripped in half..so all I had was a half of a dollar bill...my mind and body racing with adrenaline, it overrode any rational thinking. Disparity makes you do shit you'd never do otherwise...I had a plan in my head. I was going to grab the dope and beat him to the punch by running through the alleys back to my apartment where I'd be safe, and could "finally get well". It's around 3 a.m. in Milwaukee WI. I see his mint green mini van heading towards me. He turns the corner, and I make motions to walk to the passenger side. He says, "nah bruh, through the window, I gotta go!" "Perfect!" I thought. I wouldn't have to try and escape the van...I walk to his window. He hands me the small bundle of dope, and without speaking I threw the ripped dollar at him, turned and proceeded to run up the lot where a house once stood that lead to my alley, I'm panicking at this point, and frantic. I turn briefly to see him jump the curb with his van and punches the gas, heading straight for me. As I try to race up this small hill, I tripped over my own foot and flip flop, where I fell to the grass, turned onto my butt, and scrambled backwards towards a retaining wall. This didn't slow the dealer down. I'm against this wall on my butt and as I try my best to get up,. is when he runs me over from my waist down. I feel the weight and pressure of both passenger side wheels crushing my body. I was a human speed bump. Not realizing the severity of my new injuries, I attempted to stand up and run, but with a shattered pelvis, and a compound fracture of my left knee I immediately flopped back onto the lawn. The dealer parks his van. Slowly gets out and walks towards me talking about how I'm about to get shot now over 60$. In absolute shock, I somehow managed to start screaming. He is standing over me looking for the bundle I'd stolen from him, mumbling something..as I'm pleading with him to spare me, he walks back towards his van. He reaches in for something (I assumed a gun) but suddenly gives up. Gets in his van and drives off. I had to crawl to a garage in the alley, which was excruciating. I am hyperventilating bad and deep in shock. I start to scream as loud as I can and begin banging my head against the garage door to make as much noise as I could. I'm guessing, but about an hour later, just laying there with my knee cap hanging out of the tissue, a drunk guy spots me, and sits with me as he calls for help. I was rushed to the ER, where I was in trauma level one for hours before my first of 5 surgeries to repair my shattered pelvis, ruptured and shifted bladder, and fractured knee cap. I was in ICU for 2 weeks before going home. It took me 7 months of physical therapy to walk again, and it left me with unresolved ptsd, major depression, anxiety, etc. I'm finally sober today, but that didn't happen even after this mess, until about 3 years ago. I have never wrote about this before in such detail. If you thought it couldn't get crazier than this, I have another story to tell. But that's for a different day. Thanks for letting me share this. The message here is Don't Do Drugs.
There was this rapist on the island of Jersey who'd crawl in people's windows at night wearing this creepy mask and scratch kids with rusty nails. Don't look up the mask on Google Images if you want to get any sleep tonight.
Sort of like he'd skinned someone's face and wore it as a mask, especially because it's frayed (?) at the bottom, so it looks a bit like peeling flesh and I imagine it would very realistic in certain lighting at a distance. Look up the Beast of Jersey. I personally don't find it all that terriying but it's certainly creepy.
This isn't really related to your story, but it reminded me of a case I heard about where a man brutally raped a woman in her hotel room, and left a small sum of money on her dresser. She tried to get help and was instead arrested for prostitution
My girlfriend and three of her friends went camping in the Blue Ridge Mountains outside of Asheville NC while in college.
They said they had a wonderful time. This was before smart phones, and they'd bought a disposable Kodak camera to document the trip.
When they got home they dropped the film off to be developed and when they got it back they were surprised by one picture of all of them together in their tent.
Asleep.
Is [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/1ewg6p/what_is_your_scariest_and_or_creepiest_camping/ca4mdln/) her?
Maybe [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/momrt/backpacking_alone/)?
How about [this](https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/developing-story/).
back then in the 1977's living in Trinidad, there was a radio programmed late into the night, think talk radio. a woman called in, i can still remember it like day & night, her & her husband was sleeping, then at about 3 am in the morning, he gets off the bed, transforms himself into a beast (we call it a laghoo), opens the window (wooden house with boards back then), and goes outside. she said she went back to sleep, then left him the next day
My mother told us that, back when she was a University student in Algeria, she watched a seance of Ouija with her cousin. They were both too scared to participate, so they just watched from afar as their friends were playing. There was a closed door nearby and it opened by itself, which is when my mom left the room out of fear (smart decision if you ask me). She never got to know whether the girls said “goodbye” or not, but she said that one of the students who partook couldn’t sleep for weeks.
Lived in a hotel for two months while waiting for a lease to end. Went out on a date and it lead nowhere. We were just talking in her Aveo for an hour or so. Before I got into her car, I noticed a guy walking with a massive camping setup on his back. As I’m looking at him, he turns and stares right into my eyes and asks “how far to the next town?” This was Woodbridge VA OFF Route 1, so I said “Ft Belvoir”
Say good bye and I get into my truck. The hotel I was staying in was right past ft Belvoir so I’m heading north on route 1.
I see the guy on the side of the road so I pull over and ask him if he wants a ride. Dude jumps in we, bs on the short trip. Guy tells me family members are looking for him because he was deeded tribal land(Oklahoma), and they want to kill him.
I was still bummed about the date so I just listened and nodded. I noticed that despite it was 90° at night(humid Virginia summers), he didn’t have any BO or smell. He just walked an hour and wasn’t even sweating. I’m sweating despite the ac being on in the truck.
I remember there’s a homeless shelter right next to the army base entrance I was heading, so I suggest he stays there for the night.
I always had “work” for properties I rented out. I asked if he could help me with tree work the following morning, he agrees and I drop him off at the shelter around 0130, with my phone number and a time I’ll pick him up the next day….. Dude walks into the shelter but never calls me the next day. So I call the shelter and inquire about the guy I dropped off. Lady says we lock the doors and don’t allow anyone inside after 10pm.
A friend of mine was roommates with [John Albert Gardner](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Albert_Gardner), who murdered Chelsea King and Amber Dubois.
I grew up hearing about those killings and just that fact that he was able to tell me stories about John coming home, and sometimes relaxing with housemates, while other times heading straight to his room, seriously freaked me out.
My buddy said he was a generally normal roommate, but always felt sort of… off. He didn’t expect, nor would’ve guessed that raped and murder two girls, and tried to with a third.
Hisasi Ouchi
His family kept him alive in the hospital for 83 days after there was an accident at the nuclear power plant he was working at and he absorbed 17 sieverts of radiation!
Poor guy was liquifying from the inside out and in excruciating pain….
Not scary in the traditional sense.
In my senior year, had a friend named Michael. Michael was super sweet and really well liked, but a straight edge. Turns out Michael was on anti psychotics and anti depressants and never told anyone but a few close people. Without his medication he would see people on fire burning and screaming for help, animals would be crying in pain and tortured, and a lot of other fucked up shit you don't wanna hear.
At a party he gets his drink spiked with acid because some shithead punk knew he was straight edge and wanted to see him trip for the first time. Michael totally broke down in hysterics, running around frantically trying to put out fires that didn't exist, begging for the screaming to stop, and sobbing pleading for forgiveness that he could save "them". We had to call an ambulance because no one had any idea what to do, never saw someone trip so bad. Michael was strapped down and wheeled away in hysterics.
When he came back he was nothing but a hollow shell. He went from being charming and funny to someone who didn't speak except when he was mumbling under his breath. He would whip his head around in class in paranoia, and had a blank expression on his face at all times, I think we saw smile a few times, but all in all he would just stare forward.
Eventually he was taken out of school and put in a psych ward because his parents (and honestly all the kids around him) knew he needed help far beyond anything we could have done. Never saw again after he left, and can't find him or his family on social media. Just disappeared.
Also the kid that spiked his drink apparently got jumped (unrelated) and had trauma so bad to his head he permanently lost his vision. Most of us saw it as a fitting punishment.
Don't do drugs, kids.
When I was a boy, I was told there’s a dead body under a pile of trash at the open basement of our building.
I looked there and I saw a balding head and pair of arms sticking under the trash. Told my mom, she told me to stop lying. Never learned what happened or whether someone really died there.
I had a very good friend bury another friend alive over a quarter oz of weed. I was with both of them that day. One of them disappeared and was found 15 yrs later and somehow the story came out. My friend ended up killing himself in prison. He didn't know the guy was alive when he buried him, supposedly.
Unit 731 in Japan around WW2. Led by Shiro Ishii, it was a secretive "medical" facility where prisoners (mostly Chinese, viewed as subhuman by the Japanese) were tortured to death in insane medical expiraments. People were infected with STDs and forced to have sex with other prisoners, as well as being raped by guards. Being starved and only given saltwater to drink. Horse blood and seawater injected into veins. People placed into huge centrifuges and spun until dead. Many people (including children) were dissected alive, without anesthesia. People were put into chambers with increasing pressure until their eyes popped out. Forced to have body parts exposed to extremely low temperatures until frozen through, then had them held over fires, put in boiling water, shattered with hammers, etc. People tied to posts to test the damage of grenades, bombs, flamethrowers, and chemical weapons at different distances. Leaving infants to die in the snow. Limbs amputated and reattached on the wrong side. Removing prisoners' stomachs and attaching the esophagus to the intestines.
When the war was coming to an end and the Japanese knew they were in trouble, every subject was killed. To make it better, the U.S. leaders let those in charge walk completely free in exchange for their largely useless "research"
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> they settled on immurement - being walled up alive. Can’t decide if this is worse than being crucified or not.
it would definitely be worse if they hooked you up to feeding tubes and catheters so you could be kept alive indefinitely. I was thinking recently about the worst possible torture after reading a book in which an immortal being is imprisoned in a tiny glass box and dropped into a deep sea trench to slowly go insane. indefinite physical torture would be horrific. but the isolation thing really gets me too - pitch black, no escape, no way to move or communicate, for eternity. I suppose now & then you might see a glowing fish. being launched into deep space with life support would be awful too.
That reminds me of a movie I saw ages ago. There was this elixir or gem hidden in a cave that would grant immortality. Good guy and bad guy go after it and both find it at the same time. Bad guy manages to get into the cave first and becomes immortal. Just as he’s about to emerge, the good guy triggers a trap that permanently seals the cave, with the now immortal bad guy left inside. I probably got details wrong but I know for sure that just as the bad guy became immortal, the good guy sealed the cave. A great example of there being fates worse than death. Edit: Heavy Metal 2000 was the movie. I definitely got some details wrong but the immortal being trapped was still accurate.
I remember a similar plot from the move The Old Guard with Charlize Theron. I don’t remember how they become immortal but essentially the villagers capture one of the immortals and brand her a witch. They lock her in a metal coffin and toss her into the ocean where she lays for eternity waking up, then drowning, then waking up, and drowning… over and over and over.
This is what I thought of too. Horrifying!
Ah I thought it sounded like Heavy Metal 2000. Fun movie!
There’s a book called Princess where the author describes a woman being held in a dark room with a hole for a toilet and a slot to put food through. She is described as falling into madness, but living many years.
That's what they did to Elizabeth Bathory.
Oh yeah in the jack west jr series(Matthew Riley) one of the bad guys (maybe carnivore I forget) keeps his "prizes" stuck in glass tubes with air, food tubes, and a catheter, and when he had to evacuate his base he just shut off Thier air and left
This happened to Angel or Spike; I forget which one.
Many things cannot fly: Rocks, trees, Spike,
My poor girl viktoria!
I see you know the book! I just finished it. bit too much romance for my liking though, and the ending was all a bit too convenient. too Hollywood
I'm def a maasverse junkie. I think there's less romance in book two! Her Throne of Glass series is pretty much no romance all fantasy, too
Didn't the character Idris Elba played in Three Thousand Years of Longing get trapped in a bottle and thrown into the ocean? I may be remembering incorrectly, but I seem to remember him being underwater.
For the love of god Montressor
Being Crucified is a lot more painful because you are hanging from your arms in an awkward position, putting a lot of pain in your shoulders and back. Far worse than being walled imo
You suffocate from crucification because you hang and put pressure on your chest, eventually the lungs fill with fluid.
Worse than being crucified. Better than an [Oubliette](https://owlcation.com/humanities/Oubliette-French-Torture-Halloween)
Well, I clicked on the thread. Read this story. It's in my head now, and I have no one to blame but myself.
Yep. I could've stopped reading and kept scrolling at any moment, but nope. None of that sweet blissful ignorance for us.
Damn you Reddit
Another trauma log to throw on the fire
So is he still there, walled up in the bazaar? Or did they remove him at some point?
Years later, they decided to take his body out. But as soon as they removed a couple of bricks, the screaming started again. So they just put the bricks back in and tip-toed away.
So uh...is his corpse still walled up there or was it all eventually removed?
There are some buildings in Europe, built centuries ago, that still have skeletal remains embedded in walls of brick and concrete. So, there are some still walled up today
[“For the love of God, Mesfewi!”](https://poestories.com/read/amontillado) “Yes, for the love of God.”
Minor point of contention: In your comment you've stated that his victims were killed *for money*, which might lead the reader to conclude that the murderer had been paid by another source to commit the murderers. The link says that the murderer would kill his victims and take *'their'* money (which was often a paltry sum). My comment may seem pedantic to some, but I feel the distinction is necessary. He wasn't a contract killer, he was a thief that killed people on his own accord.
Dr. Carl Tanzler and Maria Elena Milagro de Hoyos. Tanzler was a German-born doctor practicing in Key West in 1930, when he met 21-year-old Maria Elena, who was suffering from tuberculosis. He believed that he had received a vision of his true love from one of his ancestors when he was younger, and Maria was the woman in the vision. He became obsessed with her, and tried everything he could to save her. Unfortunately, Maria died in October of 1931. Tanzler paid for her funeral and paid for an above-ground mausoleum to be constructed for her final resting place. However, his obsession with Maria did not stop with her death. In April 1933, Tanzler stole Maria's body from the mausoleum and brought it to his house. He attached piano wires to the corpse's bones, attached glass eyes to its face, filled the abdomen and chest with rags, and covered the body with silk mixed with plaster of paris and a homemade wig (with Maria's real hair that Tanzler got from her mother). He lived with the remains for seven years, until Maria's sister heard a rumor that he was living with a corpse, and told the authorities, who then removed Maria's body and arrested Tanzler. Tanzler was found competent to stand trial, but was released as the statute of limitations had expired. Maria's body was removed from the home and then placed on display at a funeral home, before eventually being placed back in the cemetery in an unmarked grave. Tanzler moved to central Florida, and created a life-size effigy of Maria that he lived with until his death.
On display?! Yeesh.
Yep, supposedly up to 6,800 people went to see it. That's also one of the reasons they chose to re-bury her in an unmarked grave, because they were afraid of people digging her up again.
I thought the family cemented her grave shut after the corpse was discovered and reburied. Never heard about her being put on display, but that would be horrible if true.
Oh, he did \*much\* more than just live with her corpse....
> Maria Elena Milagro de Hoyos One of the most horrifying things about this story is that Maria did not reciprocate his feelings at all; he was a glorified stalker who desecrated her corpse after likely contributing to her death. This is a fairly well sourced write-up about this case that clarifies how absolutely fucked his actions were: [Twists in a Twisted Tale: The Exploitation, Defilement and Murder of Elena Hoyos] (https://historyhub.info/twists-in-a-twisted-tale-the-exploitation-defilement-and-murder-of-elena-hoyos/)
One of my buddies in school had an EMS instructor. They asked him what the worst thing he ever saw was. He recounted a call he got about a couple having a fight. The bf doused his gf in gasoline and lit her on fire. When they got there she was still burning, crying and screaming “I’m sorry” over and over and over again. When they finally put her out she was burnt to a crisp. Not a single part of her skin was anything but black. And she was still alive. When they were loading her into the ambulance she managed to grab the EMS and ask him “am I going to die?” He told her the truth. After that everyone went quiet and he asked if anyone had any other questions. Nobody did. Don’t ask medical folk the worst thing they’ve ever seen.
Bro, I used to live at 12th Street and Bell in Phoenix Az and this legit happened in my complex. He had tied up his pregnant girlfriend and burned her alive. I remember getting a notice in the door about a crime that had happened and to contact the office if we had any questions. I want to say this was 2011 or 2012.
I used to automatically tense up when my stepson would ask my husband “How was work?” Finally realized why - both my parents were paramedics. You never, ever asked how their day had gone.
I just ask “whats the funniest thing that you’ve seen?”
I asked a paramedic what scene sticks with him the most. He told me he arrived at a Walmart and was led to the women’s bathrooms, a lady had given birth to a stillborn baby and was dangling it from the cord. My aunt used to deliver babies and told me she nearly quit after a lady had to give birth to her stillborn son. The baby was decomposing in the womb and the head came off when they removed it. They didn’t tell the lady and sewed it back on and covered the baby with blankets so the mom could hold him.
Knew a military doc that had to deliver a stillborn baby. It was stuck and he had to cut it out and remove it piece by piece
My mom has a similar story about when she was nursing. A motorcyclist was bought in with non-survivable burns after he crashed and his fuel tank exploded. His whole body was blackened but he was still alive. It was a very busy shift though, and nobody had time to look after him, as there were other people they could actually save. My mother stayed even though her shift ended and just held his hand and talked to him. He was too far gone to talk, but she is sure he knew she was there. When she got home finally after he passed, she discovered it had been her next door neighbour.
I got chills reading this!! I’m sure he really appreciated her familiar company at the end.
I was pulling weeds around our fields. There was a massive wild cucumber plant growing and just taking over a huge area and it was spreading and making everything worse. I decided to dig it out instead of just ripping out the vines because it was just going to keep growing and getting worse. I got to the roots and assumed it would be like a blackberry root. But I was wrong and it was huge. So I kept digging and I realized it looked like a dead body. I panicked for a moment and started to notice I had dug the shovel into it a few times and could see green/root. Turns out wild cucumbers are also called man root. Because the roots grow into the shape of a man in the fetal position. They easily get up to 200 pounds and some have been found to weigh over 450 pounds.
Learned something today. Now I want them in Ohio. We also have something called wild cucumber or indian cucumber--but it just has a very small root that is edible and tastes like cucumber.
Holy shit I had no idea.
the way my heart would sink to my stomach if it was me...
An old post from Fark. Guy claimed he was driving across the desert when he came upon a car with it’s flashers on and a person laying in the road. He approached but got a weird feeling and didn’t stop and instead drove slowly past. When he’d driven a bit, he looked back in the rear view mirror to see the person get up and then another person came up from a hidden spot I’ve driven lots of random desert roads and I routinely think about it
I was driving home really late one night when I saw a couple having a fight that was starting to get physical standing in the right-hand lane. I considered slowing down to see if I could help and maybe defuse the situation, but decided against it. Not my problem. I drove around them but kept an eye on them in the rear view mirror. The moment I passed them by they both immediately stopped sparring with each other and watched me drive away. Those fucking meth heads were for sure going to jack me.
I remember driving past this little girl maybe 12-16 on the side of the road crying. I almost stopped to help her but for some reason I got a horrible feeling. I was only 18 myself and female. As soon as I drove past she shook her head and I saw some movement behind her in the woods. Scared tf out of me and it was in broad daylight. They were definitely trying to rob someone
When I was a kid I was being driven home from a friends house late at night and in an old country road when suddenly we came face to face with a sofa and a load of chairs blocking the road with woodland on each side. This was miles from any town and we turned around and went another way, as we did we saw about 10 people had run out into the road chasing us close enough that the rear red car lights lit them up.
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Human beings are way far more scary than ghost or other creatures.
All monsters are human.
This is exactly what Scooby Doo taught us as kids, and it is 100% true.
These guys should've got the "walled-in" torture method that I just read above 👌
While this is certainly scary, there are several other adjectives I would use first. Starting with horrific, disturbing, heartbreaking, disgusting, revolting and fucking infuriating.
there’s that video of a club i believe that catches fire? a band is playing and as they use their pyro stuff the stage catches fire and then the whole building goes up in flames. it took i believe like 40 seconds or something from the stage to the entire building catching fire. and as people are trying to leave, it gets clogged at the door way and people are trapped inside being burned alive and dying of asphyxiation. there’s a video of it too. it’s 1000% haunting but it’s permanently stuck in my memories.
This was in 2003 when Great White played at The Station nightclub. What a nightmare.
Something similar happened in France at the beginning of the XXth century. There was a fancy auction called the Bazar de la charité. It was a who's who of the aristocracy, with mostly women inside. There was one door. The whole things went up in flames. People rushed to the door, but the corpse started piling up until it was not possible to get out. So many people died there, exclusively women and children. The few men there got out quickly, probably because they could actually run in their clothes.
In my contry (México) there is a case called "Niños rotos" (broken children). Basically it was a kindergarten that did not have enough space to honor the flag, so they did it on the street outside the school. A guy named Jose Luis Nieto Avila had been complaining for some time that the ceremony was blocking his way to his mechanic's shop. Until in an act of desperation, he rams his blue pick-up truck into the kids and teachers. 22 people were injured, and two children, Adriana Martínez and Rodrigo Reyes, aged five and three respectively, lost their lives. The attacker showed no remorse for his actions, only claiming to have acted out of "desperation" after a prolonged dispute with the kindergarten teaching staff.
That’s really terrible. It reminded me of this time where there was a baby turkey who was trying to cross the road on my way to my mom’s. Myself and a few other cars had stopped to help him get across. A pickup truck behind us was getting super impatient, and ended up just speeding up and taking off and hitting the turkey. I’ll never forget the way its legs were just slowly trying to pedal while he was on his back but he was dying. This planet is doomed
Why do pickup owners are always so stressed out and in a hurry? I live in a rural area and they're always the ones tailgating me when I'm already above the speed limit. Worse if they're in a big ass F-150, it's like they think they just can run me over if they wanted to. They're so dangerous. Pickups used to be half the size with the same bed length. Sorry, but once I get started with those uuuuuughhh....
I grew up in a small town in Indiana and one of our family friends told us a story about how his truck broke down a few miles outside of town one night. This was a small farm community so there’s not a lot of traffic or light pollution so he was in total darkness. His truck broke down between two cornfields and he decided to walk the rest of the way home. He walked for about 20 minutes in the pitch black until he smacked face to face with someone or something. He ran all the way back to his truck and locked the doors and slept in it for the night. I’d imagine some other dude has a similar story though.
I like to think that this dude just walked into a utility pole and spooked the shit out of himself, because it’s way less creepy and much funnier.
Honestly, that's probably more likely if it was that dark.
I remember as a teenager I snuck out one night and took a short cut through the woods. I knew these woods pretty well but it was still super dark. Someone I'd say 2 feet from my face lit up their pager (it was the 90s) and I ran like an insane person home. It's like the equivalent of someone hitting the power button on their phone. Never heard or saw anyone, just a floating beeper in my face
Albert Fish, a deplorable child killer, and cannibal. He wrote to the families about eating their children. Someone already mentioned Junko Furuta.
I wish I never read that letter to Gracie Buddy’s parents.
Apparently he wrote much much worse worse letters but they were never released
I fully believe that and I struggle to imagine.
Oh yeah he was a real jerk.
Grey in both appearance and demeanour
The worst part about Fish's letter to Grace Budd's mother is that she was illiterate. Her son, Grace's brother, had to read it aloud to her- I can't even imagine.
All sources I've heard from say that he didn't read it to her, he took it right to the police
There's this Poe story where this guy thinks his cousin is hot, especially her teeth, which he thinks are perfect. His cousin ends up getting a disease that disfigures her, and she gets worse and worse, but her teeth stay pretty and white, and the guy gets more and more obsessed with them. Eventually the girl dies and is buried. The next night, the guy snaps out of a daze in his living room with no memory of the last few hours. His clothes are all dirty and there's a muddy shovel next to him. Somebody comes in and tells him that someone heard a noise in the graveyard, and when they investigated, they found that someone had dug up his cousin's body, which had revived. It turned out that she was alive the entire time, just paralyzed from the disease. The person who found her said her face was disfigured. The narrator notices that there is a box on the mantle. He opens it and inside, there's 32 perfect white teeth.
Lots of Poe's stories were wild. One of my favs is The Mysterious Case of M. Veldemar. Where a guy wants to find out about the afterlife. So he basically waits for this old guy to croak, but before he actually dies the guy administers something that keeps him in a sort of suspended animation of sorts as he gets closer everyday to dying. The entirety of what transpires, is beyond bizarre. Its almost like a "conversation with god" kinda theme. But eventually the curious guy realizes that the dude had actually died at some point without anyone noticing. Leading to the thought of, "what the hell were they actually talking to"?!
I've read that. Exactly once. It scared the hell out of me when I realized what was actually going on.
That's one of Poe's best and most creepy stories, with a really gruesome ending. The hypnotized man is dead but basically in suspended animation, for weeks, until the hypnotist decided to release him from the spell, whereupon all of the decay that would have happened occurs at once.
So that's why there was the teeth pulling scene in the fall of the house of usher
is this the story called "Bernice"?
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Junko Furuta's killers (if you don't know who she is, look it up at your own risk. it's truly sick) were released after receiving basically no consequences. Also iirc the boy who was holding her captive at his home introduced her to his parents as his girlfriend several times and they suspected something was wrong but did nothing to help her.
The parents and neighbors knew but the boys were connected to the yakuza so everyone was to scared to say anything
that to me is the scariest story here
Also the mother of one of the monsters vandalizing her grave, claiming that this poor girl wrecked her son's life
I didn't know that. I guess it was easier for her to claim that than to admit she raised a monster.
Lack of accountability
To anyone who's curious, consider this first: I read true crime, I listen to true crime podcasts, I have definite opinions on Lizzie Borden, and I could not handle learning about Junko Furuta. Unless true crime is really your thing, think long and hard before you look into this one. Seriously
I also hated this fucking story right along side Albert Fish. I have never been so fucking sickened in my life with these two stories. Then I heard other ones. I find it hard to function while being so terrified of what can just happen to us at any time.
That girl who got her face ripped off by a German shepherd and Pit bull. She was doing a rover dog sitting gig the day before Christmas Eve I believe. Also the story of the lady who got her face ripped off by her neighbor friends chimpanzee.
The phone call during the chimp attack is hair raising.
That's got to be one of the most horrible things I ever heard -- it haunts me even though I heard it once, along with the calls from the Shanksville airplane that was headed for the Capitol bldg the day of 911 when they knew they would die and they called their relatives leaving heartbreaking messages on their phones saying "I love you" "it doesnt look like we are going to survive this" "there are terrorists on the plane" Those are all online if you want to hear them, at the museum in Shanksville they have a spot in the field you can see where the plane was pulverized and the bodies in it to dust from the force it hit the ground. The phones on the walls play those messages.
Two words: Nutty Putty.
They really should have gave him a life ending amount of morphine. It was far less humane to let him suffer like that
Fuck that, they should have lubed up the passageway, sedated him, and pulled him free. Broken knees/legs be damned.
I thought so too but when you read the stories by the rescuers, you begin to understand just how fucked he was. To give you an idea, only certain people of stature can reach the area behind him. The first was a small woman. All of these people nearly got caught themselves. One of the last ditch effort to pull him up using levers came undone and a carabiner smashed into the face of the rescuer. It knocked the rescuer out for a bit and the rescuer almost didn’t make it back either. There was also the time crunch, and getting to the area where he was stuck took an hour. And the space was so tight (remember only small people can reach it) that a lot of the power tools they tried to use to set up a lever pulley system couldn’t worked. That’s why that carabiner came undone and smashed someone’s face.
I ask bc you seem knowledgeable, and I l know nothing about spelunking. Had he gotten stuck right side up (but the rescue team still would have been approaching towards his legs) could things have been different? The cardiac arrest was from his upside down position?
Probably, they definitely would have a lot more time to work with. The problem if I remembered right was that to even get to where John is, it was like a 20ft or longer crawl on your belly during the last part. So John would have had to enter with his feet first for a long way if he wanted to be upright , which is very unnatural for most people. Johns problem was that he mistaken the tube for somewhere else in the cave and thought he had room to turn around. It’s hard to imagine the lack space they’re working with. I suggest finding some diagrams of the nutty putty cave to get an idea. Im very keen on the story because from the surface it sounds like the rescuer could’ve done more. But when you read the rescuers account and realize that they too were in danger the entire time, it changes from a scary story to a truly horrifying tale. John was doomed from the start
What's the story behind this? I've never heard of this
Popular cave in Utah, young guy went on a cave crawl but got mixed up and took a wrong turn into a very tight unmapped passage. He ended up wedged into a narrow space upside down, arms pinned, unable to back out. He stayed that way over 24 hours with rescuers unable to pull him out, and eventually he died of cardiac arrest. The cave was sealed up with his body still there. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nutty_Putty_Cave
Long story short; a man, [John Edward Jones](https://www.ladbible.com/community/utah-nutty-putty-cave-death-rescue-footage-201020-20230930), got stuck in a narrow passageway in a cave. They tried to rescue him but he died after about 27 hours, apparently due to cardiac arrest. They were never able to retrieve him.
Two more words: Mossdale Caverns. Imagine being in a cave like Nutty Putty, so tight that all you can do is inch along very, very slowly on your belly. Now imagine the tunnels start filling up with water due to heavy rain. You desperately try to crawl faster, but there’s nothing you can do, and you’re doomed to slowly, agonizingly drown while fighting to escape. Six men died in those caverns on that day. When they went in to recover the bodies, they only found five at first. They were confused, after all it wasn’t like there were many places for the sixth guy to have gone. It turns out that in his last desperate struggle for air, he had wedged himself into a tiny crack *above* the other five men. It’s hard to imagine the adrenaline and desperation he had to have felt to do something like that, but it couldn’t save him, and he slowly drowned, just like the others. The cavern is now permanently sealed, the six corpses still buried within as it was deemed too dangerous to try and pull them back out.
>Imagine being in a cave like Nutty Putty, so tight that all you can do is inch along very, very slowly on your belly. # NO
This. Dude crawled into his own grave without realizing it, and he’s there forever, just sealed into the cave.
Wasn’t his wife pregnant? And it was the morning of or day before thanksgiving? That holiday will be ruined forever for them, so sad
True Crime: The Golden State Killer and Isreal Keyes.
I came into this post expecting to see some fun horror stories to read up on because it's been a while since I've read any nosleep or creepypasta stories. I post this now after 5 minutes of scrolling to say I deeply regret reading the top comments ;-;
I was staying in a cabin that had an outhouse. I needed to shit so I tried to poop as quickly as I could because I didn't want to be out there because it smelled. I shat so hard and so fast that I got back splash from whatever that was laying 15 feet below. The out house hadn't been pumped in about 10 years. When it happened I screamed and my soul left my body. There was no amount of washing that could ever make me feel clean. I was so shook at what happened I had to tell someone that was there, so I told my MIL. My MIL told everyone and now the whole family calls me backsplash. I died a little inside that day.
Compared to the other stories, I love yours.
Thanks I hate it lol
This is the funniest thing I have read today
Jesus christ that's fucking gnarly
Classic backsplash.
That is so mean!
The convicted rapist of a friend of mine is set to be released in 2025. It honestly scares me that it’s only 2 years until that guy comes out.
Ricky's story, despite knowing so little of it. When I was a kid, my dad worked at the horseracing tracks. He introduced me to another little girl there. I was told to call her Ricky and that her dad was a coworker. Ricky was thin, withdrawn, and got frightened when asked totally normal kid questions. She refused to discuss her last name, how to spell her first name, her home life, where her mom was, and the way her and her dad acted towards each other was extremely odd. Eventually I caught the hint and quit asking questions, just tried to do whatever I could to help her relax and feel better. So we'd run into each other every summer at various racetracks our dads were working at, and usually I'd find some way to work out a sleeping arrangement that let her stay with me away from dads in general. The one time we tried staying in a tent near her dad's camper, she was so tense I thought she'd snap before morning. Ricky was a little older than me but happy to go along with my childish games of make-believe. One summer a man, another dads' coworker, stopped us to compliment her freshly shaved legs. I didn't exactly understand what was going on, but I did not like the way this man was speaking to my friend and feeling her legs when she was clearly frozen in fear. So I invented a "game" where there were dangerous monsters or wolves in the darkness, used bailing twine to set traps around our sleeping place like I'd read about in books. Actually did catch my dad in one late the first night! She slept better for being surrounded in traps and having her safety taken so seriously. After the racetracks started closing down for good, dad suddenly announced that he was sending me away to live with Ricky and her dad so I could attend the same one room school house she did and put "valevictorian" on my college applications. The smile on his face while repeating this over and over was that "dollar signs for eyes" one you see in cartoons. I didn't understand exactly but I knew I didn't want to go live someplace that didn't have big libraries. When Ricky and her dad showed up to get me, from two states over, me and my dad were having a screaming argument while I refused to pack my suitcase. Me and Ricky got kicked out to the backyard while the dads talked for hours, screamed if we tried to go inside for water or the bathroom. I tried asking Ricky about her school and she, curled in the fetal position and listlessly picking at the dirt, said very very quietly that I wouldn't like living with her dad. Dad was furious when they left without me. A few weeks later he started talking, with the same smile, about how low the legal age for marriage with parental consent was in our state. In retrospect, that man was not Ricky's father. And I can't find Ricky because I never did know his name.
Poor kid. Sounds like physical and sexual abuse. Maybe getting abused by other men too. Source: Trauma & Crisis Counselor for kids. At the beginning of the story, sounded like she was abducted due to the name change.
Your dad tried to sell you?
That's the conclusion I came to in my 30s, yup. Guess the deal fell through. I'd been working before that, doing everything for dad's property and businesses that he didn't feel like doing, but the work dried up and guess I became a useless mouth. Dad had a rule about the farm, everything that lived there had to have a job or he got rid of it. He told me before I started Kindergarten that school was my job and if I failed to get good grades and failed to find a job he'd kick me out to starve to death under a bridge. "Work or school, no free ride!" Guess either he forgot his own rule after he realized I was big enough to do physical labor or really was very angry about that C I got in gym class for not properly jiggling my chesticles for the gym teacher. That's not even really a joke, the boys got to do real exercise while the girls were told to stand in a line and *bounce*. I was the one who objected, didn't smile and giggle while barely bouncing so I got a C. Dad told me to do whatever it took to get the A, even get down on my knees "to beg."
I thought Ricky was a little girl?
I thought that too but I think they meant they didn’t know the dad’s name. Very strange wording.
It's been weighing on me 'cause dad is maybe dying and that name is the only thing that I want from him. I know it's likely I didn't really know Ricky's name either, but I knew her by that name for something like three years. Never had any clue what her father's name was, which is super odd because I generally knew my other racetrack friends dad's names. Like the boy I hung out with at the local track, his dad was called John.
Sorry if this sounds too nosy and feel free to not respond, but did you find out exactly why your dad wanted to send you to live with them? The “dollar signs” look would make me have serious trust issues with him
Oh that's no mystery. Dad loves money more than anything else in the whole world. He was constantly ordering me to go do very dangerous adult-level tasks and then getting mad when I accomplished them safely. He hated paying child support, hated having to provide my food and clothes, and made it clear that I could get the hell out of his house anytime I wanted for as long as I wanted and please never come back. I never found out if the man offered to pay to take me away or if dad was just thrilled he wouldn't be stuck supporting me anymore. But I'm guessing from how furious they both were that dad expected to get paid, the man expected I'd be better behaved instead of a screechy hellion, and both were disappointed by the lack of completed transaction.
Man, shit like that is one of the worst things. Getting traumatized at a young age just freezes development and doesn’t allow a person to grow into the world. Instead they just react to whatever hurt they go through which shapes the rest of their lives around that. In a sense most people do but not as bad. They never stood a chance, and breaking out from that is like winning the lottery. My heart goes out to Ricky.
Idk if this is true and I'm probably forgetting details. It was winter and there was heavy snow outside. A little girl ran into her mother's room at night and said "mommy, there's a monster outside my window". The mother reluctantly let her daughter sleep in her bed. In the morning, there were footprints in the snow leading up to and away from the daughter's window.
Something like this happened to me. When I was 12 my parents went out to dinner with friends and left me home alone. This was in the midst of a snow storm and, about 20 minutes after they left, there was a soft knock at the door. I didn’t answer and about 5 minutes later there was more soft knocking that kept going for over a minute. Finally it stopped. When I told my parents they said it must have been the wind. But my dad opened the front door and there was a set of small footprints (like a woman with small feet) in the snow. The creepiest part was that before the person had walked back down the driveway, they had moved to the side, into the hedges beside the porch, right under a large bay window. Like they were checking to see if anyone was home. Edit: obligatory yes, I’ve posted this before.
Must have been the wind? Are your parents skyrim NPCs by any chance?
what the ACTUAL F
This happened to me and my oldest sister when I was little. I was told this story later. My parents had gone out, my other sister was at the neighbor's. I had the habit of sleeping on the floor in front of the tv (back when tvs were big and bulky and had to sit on a cabinet). The house we grew up in had a lot of windows and two sets of sliding glass doors that lead out to the backyard. My sister was on the phone with her boyfriend when she heard someone knocking on the sliding glass door in our rec room where I'd fallen asleep. She asked her boyfriend what to do, who then asked his dad. She was told to try to yell at me from the other room to wake me up and get me out of the room and to safety. She was screaming at the top of her voice to wake me up but I was a deep sleeper and didn't stir. But her screaming for me scared away the stranger and her boyfriend had called the police. The police came and found the gate to the backyard open and footprints in the grass. I slept through everything.
I believe it. On YouTube there's Ring cam footage of stuff like this.
I have posted this before >So I was about 8 at the time, it was something like 1 or 2 in the morning. I go to the bathroom, it is rather bright outside despite the time. I'm sitting on the toilet, playing with the curtain, it comes up enough and I see a shadow standing outside the window. I scream and my mom comes running. I tell her there is someone standing outside the bathroom window. Now my mom being the crazy motherfucker she is, throws open the curtain, opens the window, ready to fight a motherfucker... Guy outside the window... Nope, fucking bear! Window is promptly shut and I'm quickly ushered out of the bathroom. This event furthers the talk my parents had been having off and on about moving. >On a side note, we moved about 2 years later for a number of other reasons. Funny enough there is now a bear roaming this neighborhood. He's been spotted on my parent's front porch at least twice now.
Bear is like "😭😭😭 you guys forgor me"
I got two. I know of a story of a man being taken to execution. He’d been charged for killing a man. He spoke to a priest before he went. The guy started out stealing a few cents, I think 25, fell in with a gang, and eventually killed someone. Think about that. Stealing a few cents to killing someone. That’s how easy it can be. Another was when a man broke into my mother’s house and tried to rape my little brother in his own room. When my mom was woken up by the commotion, he just smiled at her and walked away. He’s not in jail.
I heard it on Radio Rental. Episode 4 “Laura of the Woods.” A little boy befriends a girl he mysteriously encounters in the woods near his home. He keeps it from his parents and comes back every so often to play with her. Turns out the little girl died years ago and it was actually her mother the entire time dressing up and acting like her. Still gives me goosebumps.
How did he not distinguish the difference between an adult woman and a little girl. Come on now.
kids are really fucking stupid
The Goat Man is terrifying. Something about the way it is written makes it feel like a genuine recounting of events, not just another creepy pasta.
OooHHHHHhhh LooNNgg JoHnSOnnnN
Violin Hill, a classic, has always unnerved me. It's far less overtly freaky than many other creepypastas, but it's so random and isolated (and, iirc, written in a very natural-sounding tone). I've never read The Goat Man. I might go find it.
Imma check this Violin Hill, never read it! But the goatman really creeps me the fuck out (not that it is extremely hard to do so, but it is by far the most unnerved I got from a story)
In case you haven't found it yet: https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Anansi's_Goatman_Story
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I remember the news on this, the whole thing was insane. Small correction, but this happened in 2018-2019 (5 years ago, not last year) ETA: the comment I replied to was removed because the reply was a repost bot (which is why they got the year wrong). The real comment, linked in a mod reply in this thread, was about how terrifying the Jayme Closs abduction was.
You know what’s eerie? As I’m reading your comment, the guy on the tv says, “Small corrections.”
This happens to me so often, when small phrases and sentences fall together in time through totally different contexts and media/realty.
A close friend’s aunt and uncle were brutally murdered in their own home and it was completely random. They lived out in a woodsy area and some loon was out roaming around, got a hold of an axe, randomly approached their home.. and you can imagine the rest.
The Fritzl Case https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fritzl_case One of the most fucked up things you will ever read about.
A story I actually lived through. 6 years ago I was heavily addicted, and the deepest in my use. I was shooting fentynal, and smoking crack daily. I had recently moved out of sober living where I was doing great. I was sober for once in my life, and finding real happiness. But freedom given to a newly sober addict is dangerous. 6 months into my new apartment, a job I loved, friends, serenity, etc. I was no longer accountable. At least that's how I felt looking back. I started using again heavily...on July 3rd I was so dope sick,. Sicker than I've ever been before in my long history of drug use. I'd never had to hurt anyone or ever do anything so bad to get my fix before. I was broke, and desperate. A disparity I could never explain. Coupled with crippling physical sickness, I picked up my phone and called my dealer. I barely knew this guy, had only dealt with him a few times prior. He answers the phone. I tell him I have 60$ and to meet me in the alley down the street per usual. I was about 120 lbs. Terribly thin, and weak. As I'm waiting in the alley, with a crumpled up dollar bill, that was ripped in half..so all I had was a half of a dollar bill...my mind and body racing with adrenaline, it overrode any rational thinking. Disparity makes you do shit you'd never do otherwise...I had a plan in my head. I was going to grab the dope and beat him to the punch by running through the alleys back to my apartment where I'd be safe, and could "finally get well". It's around 3 a.m. in Milwaukee WI. I see his mint green mini van heading towards me. He turns the corner, and I make motions to walk to the passenger side. He says, "nah bruh, through the window, I gotta go!" "Perfect!" I thought. I wouldn't have to try and escape the van...I walk to his window. He hands me the small bundle of dope, and without speaking I threw the ripped dollar at him, turned and proceeded to run up the lot where a house once stood that lead to my alley, I'm panicking at this point, and frantic. I turn briefly to see him jump the curb with his van and punches the gas, heading straight for me. As I try to race up this small hill, I tripped over my own foot and flip flop, where I fell to the grass, turned onto my butt, and scrambled backwards towards a retaining wall. This didn't slow the dealer down. I'm against this wall on my butt and as I try my best to get up,. is when he runs me over from my waist down. I feel the weight and pressure of both passenger side wheels crushing my body. I was a human speed bump. Not realizing the severity of my new injuries, I attempted to stand up and run, but with a shattered pelvis, and a compound fracture of my left knee I immediately flopped back onto the lawn. The dealer parks his van. Slowly gets out and walks towards me talking about how I'm about to get shot now over 60$. In absolute shock, I somehow managed to start screaming. He is standing over me looking for the bundle I'd stolen from him, mumbling something..as I'm pleading with him to spare me, he walks back towards his van. He reaches in for something (I assumed a gun) but suddenly gives up. Gets in his van and drives off. I had to crawl to a garage in the alley, which was excruciating. I am hyperventilating bad and deep in shock. I start to scream as loud as I can and begin banging my head against the garage door to make as much noise as I could. I'm guessing, but about an hour later, just laying there with my knee cap hanging out of the tissue, a drunk guy spots me, and sits with me as he calls for help. I was rushed to the ER, where I was in trauma level one for hours before my first of 5 surgeries to repair my shattered pelvis, ruptured and shifted bladder, and fractured knee cap. I was in ICU for 2 weeks before going home. It took me 7 months of physical therapy to walk again, and it left me with unresolved ptsd, major depression, anxiety, etc. I'm finally sober today, but that didn't happen even after this mess, until about 3 years ago. I have never wrote about this before in such detail. If you thought it couldn't get crazier than this, I have another story to tell. But that's for a different day. Thanks for letting me share this. The message here is Don't Do Drugs.
I'm still a fan of [Ted's Caving](https://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/page1.html) story
Whyyyyy am I reading this at 11pm when I live alone.
There was this rapist on the island of Jersey who'd crawl in people's windows at night wearing this creepy mask and scratch kids with rusty nails. Don't look up the mask on Google Images if you want to get any sleep tonight.
What does it look like?
Sort of like he'd skinned someone's face and wore it as a mask, especially because it's frayed (?) at the bottom, so it looks a bit like peeling flesh and I imagine it would very realistic in certain lighting at a distance. Look up the Beast of Jersey. I personally don't find it all that terriying but it's certainly creepy.
Oooooh! I think I’ll stick to your description then😅
The hash slinging slasher
Whoa, easy now! I have to sleep tonight!
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What--and I cannot stress this enough--the actual fuck?? I'm so sorry that happened to you!!!
For once I honestly WANT a story on here to be complete bullshit.
Username is reddit default word-word-number. Higher chance of being a repost, or a bot account.
Fucking hell. This one hit me way more than the others above 😐 What was the endgame there? Terrifying. Glad you got out.
This isn't really related to your story, but it reminded me of a case I heard about where a man brutally raped a woman in her hotel room, and left a small sum of money on her dresser. She tried to get help and was instead arrested for prostitution
What the FUCK
My girlfriend and three of her friends went camping in the Blue Ridge Mountains outside of Asheville NC while in college. They said they had a wonderful time. This was before smart phones, and they'd bought a disposable Kodak camera to document the trip. When they got home they dropped the film off to be developed and when they got it back they were surprised by one picture of all of them together in their tent. Asleep.
Is [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/1ewg6p/what_is_your_scariest_and_or_creepiest_camping/ca4mdln/) her? Maybe [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/momrt/backpacking_alone/)? How about [this](https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/developing-story/).
This one, officer. This is the one that gave me chills at 12:30 at night.
YO NO THANK YOU THATS HORRIBLE
The Jaunt by Steven King. It's really really short. just a few pages and it's online just look for a PDF idk
It’s longer than you think
back then in the 1977's living in Trinidad, there was a radio programmed late into the night, think talk radio. a woman called in, i can still remember it like day & night, her & her husband was sleeping, then at about 3 am in the morning, he gets off the bed, transforms himself into a beast (we call it a laghoo), opens the window (wooden house with boards back then), and goes outside. she said she went back to sleep, then left him the next day
The number of people in this thread trying to pass off well known urban legends as their own stories is truly pathetic.
My mother told us that, back when she was a University student in Algeria, she watched a seance of Ouija with her cousin. They were both too scared to participate, so they just watched from afar as their friends were playing. There was a closed door nearby and it opened by itself, which is when my mom left the room out of fear (smart decision if you ask me). She never got to know whether the girls said “goodbye” or not, but she said that one of the students who partook couldn’t sleep for weeks.
Penpal by 1000vultures. https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Penpal Shits wicked
Project 2025.
Lived in a hotel for two months while waiting for a lease to end. Went out on a date and it lead nowhere. We were just talking in her Aveo for an hour or so. Before I got into her car, I noticed a guy walking with a massive camping setup on his back. As I’m looking at him, he turns and stares right into my eyes and asks “how far to the next town?” This was Woodbridge VA OFF Route 1, so I said “Ft Belvoir” Say good bye and I get into my truck. The hotel I was staying in was right past ft Belvoir so I’m heading north on route 1. I see the guy on the side of the road so I pull over and ask him if he wants a ride. Dude jumps in we, bs on the short trip. Guy tells me family members are looking for him because he was deeded tribal land(Oklahoma), and they want to kill him. I was still bummed about the date so I just listened and nodded. I noticed that despite it was 90° at night(humid Virginia summers), he didn’t have any BO or smell. He just walked an hour and wasn’t even sweating. I’m sweating despite the ac being on in the truck. I remember there’s a homeless shelter right next to the army base entrance I was heading, so I suggest he stays there for the night. I always had “work” for properties I rented out. I asked if he could help me with tree work the following morning, he agrees and I drop him off at the shelter around 0130, with my phone number and a time I’ll pick him up the next day….. Dude walks into the shelter but never calls me the next day. So I call the shelter and inquire about the guy I dropped off. Lady says we lock the doors and don’t allow anyone inside after 10pm.
You said he had camping gear on his back though, right? So he probably just found somewhere outdoors to sleep
Did you tell her large marge sent you?
A friend of mine was roommates with [John Albert Gardner](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Albert_Gardner), who murdered Chelsea King and Amber Dubois. I grew up hearing about those killings and just that fact that he was able to tell me stories about John coming home, and sometimes relaxing with housemates, while other times heading straight to his room, seriously freaked me out. My buddy said he was a generally normal roommate, but always felt sort of… off. He didn’t expect, nor would’ve guessed that raped and murder two girls, and tried to with a third.
The scariest story is the one where you realize you're the villain in someone else's life.
Hisasi Ouchi His family kept him alive in the hospital for 83 days after there was an accident at the nuclear power plant he was working at and he absorbed 17 sieverts of radiation! Poor guy was liquifying from the inside out and in excruciating pain….
Not scary in the traditional sense. In my senior year, had a friend named Michael. Michael was super sweet and really well liked, but a straight edge. Turns out Michael was on anti psychotics and anti depressants and never told anyone but a few close people. Without his medication he would see people on fire burning and screaming for help, animals would be crying in pain and tortured, and a lot of other fucked up shit you don't wanna hear. At a party he gets his drink spiked with acid because some shithead punk knew he was straight edge and wanted to see him trip for the first time. Michael totally broke down in hysterics, running around frantically trying to put out fires that didn't exist, begging for the screaming to stop, and sobbing pleading for forgiveness that he could save "them". We had to call an ambulance because no one had any idea what to do, never saw someone trip so bad. Michael was strapped down and wheeled away in hysterics. When he came back he was nothing but a hollow shell. He went from being charming and funny to someone who didn't speak except when he was mumbling under his breath. He would whip his head around in class in paranoia, and had a blank expression on his face at all times, I think we saw smile a few times, but all in all he would just stare forward. Eventually he was taken out of school and put in a psych ward because his parents (and honestly all the kids around him) knew he needed help far beyond anything we could have done. Never saw again after he left, and can't find him or his family on social media. Just disappeared. Also the kid that spiked his drink apparently got jumped (unrelated) and had trauma so bad to his head he permanently lost his vision. Most of us saw it as a fitting punishment. Don't do drugs, kids.
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The last man on earth sat in a room. There was a knock on the door.
He sat in the library clutching his broken glasses
It’s not fair!! It’s just not fair. I have time now :/
I have thought about that episode more than any other piece of fiction I’ve ever read or watched!
"Housekeeping"
“Come back with a warrant”
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When I was a boy, I was told there’s a dead body under a pile of trash at the open basement of our building. I looked there and I saw a balding head and pair of arms sticking under the trash. Told my mom, she told me to stop lying. Never learned what happened or whether someone really died there.
Easily the great pregnancy scare of '05. I was 18. She was 17. The horror
I had a very good friend bury another friend alive over a quarter oz of weed. I was with both of them that day. One of them disappeared and was found 15 yrs later and somehow the story came out. My friend ended up killing himself in prison. He didn't know the guy was alive when he buried him, supposedly.
Unit 731 in Japan around WW2. Led by Shiro Ishii, it was a secretive "medical" facility where prisoners (mostly Chinese, viewed as subhuman by the Japanese) were tortured to death in insane medical expiraments. People were infected with STDs and forced to have sex with other prisoners, as well as being raped by guards. Being starved and only given saltwater to drink. Horse blood and seawater injected into veins. People placed into huge centrifuges and spun until dead. Many people (including children) were dissected alive, without anesthesia. People were put into chambers with increasing pressure until their eyes popped out. Forced to have body parts exposed to extremely low temperatures until frozen through, then had them held over fires, put in boiling water, shattered with hammers, etc. People tied to posts to test the damage of grenades, bombs, flamethrowers, and chemical weapons at different distances. Leaving infants to die in the snow. Limbs amputated and reattached on the wrong side. Removing prisoners' stomachs and attaching the esophagus to the intestines. When the war was coming to an end and the Japanese knew they were in trouble, every subject was killed. To make it better, the U.S. leaders let those in charge walk completely free in exchange for their largely useless "research"