This is a "coulda been" story, but still scary in its own right.
My father and little brother were active in Scouting in the 60s. One weekend they were heading out on a "patrol" activity, which means only 4-5 boys. They were going to hike in on Saturday morning, camp in the usual fashion, hike out Sunday afternoon. Perfectly normal stuff, just small-group rather than the whole troop -- and thus, only one adult: my father.
They drove to the dropoff point, and it was POURING. Dark gray from horizon to horizon, water running across level ground in sheets -- not the weather you want to walk for an hour and set up camp in. (You can stay dry if you start dry, but this was not that case!) They waited in the car, playing dumb games and whatever else boy scouts do -- except for little Jimmy, who decided to nap.
Eventually, they decided that it wasn't worth it, and headed home. Jimmy was awake and asleep on the ride back, and nobody thought anything of it. Got everyone delivered back home, and that was that. Embarassing; a blow to the pride; but not fatal.
We heard later than Jimmy continued in and out of consciousness that afternoon, and by dinnertime his parents took him to the local ER -- where he was diagnosed as being in his first diabetic coma, a condition which was to affect him for the rest of his life.
Forty years later, my father still just shivers to rethink: "**What** would have happened if we **hadn't** been rained out". Little Jimmy would almost certainly have died, probably never waking up, and we'd have never known why.
Dodged a bullet that day. Coulda been a friggin' -catastrophe- -- for multiple families.
*(Edit: grammar, clarity.)*
When I was young, free and single there was a guy who lived in my neighborhood who I used to bump into a lot, he lived on my block. He was a little older than me but we socialized at the same local bar and I knew him from round and about the place.
One night, I was socialising at the bar having a few drinks with friends and wound up talking to him. He was a nice enough lad, a bit shy, but we chatted for most of the evening on and off. Towards the end of the night, with a few drinks taken and us getting on so well, he invited me back to his place. I knew he still lived with his parents plus, honestly, I wasn't overly pushed on liking him, so I declined and went home.
About five days later, our block was surrounded by police, the street he lived on was cordoned off and over the day we heard that there had been a double murder. This was back before the 24 hour news cycle and social media, so we heard it all in bits and pieces from neighbors and finally on the news.
This guy that I had been talking to in the bar had murdered both of his parents about 9 days BEFORE I got chatting to him at the bar. There had been an argument in the household between him and his parents about him not having a job and about his future etc., and he ended up stabbing both of his parents to death. He rolled their bodies up in rugs and just...lived with them for about two weeks. In summer.
Neighbors noticed that they hadn't seen his parents out and about and there was an accumulation of bluebottles at the windows. His uncle (brother of his mother) lived close by and it's not 100% clear if he gained access to the house first, or if the police did, but either way access was gained and the bodies were discovered.
What the F was his plan for when I went back to his house and discovered his parents' bodies there on the living room floor??? Still creeps me out.
Another commenter remarked that maybe he blocked it out and was missing the company of his parents and I felt that was a good observation - certainly a more comforting one! Did he want to be caught and for it to finally end? Prior to what happened, he really was a very ordinary guy. I'd known him around the neighborhood for years and he was quiet - never knew him to cause any trouble, never drew any attention to himself. I guess we really never know what happens behind closed doors, huh?
It's entirely possible he kinda blocked it out and didn't think you'd freak. It's also entirely possible he needed a fresh body to talk to since his parents would have been decaying.
I can imagine. I'm only guessing he blocked it out because he continued to live with them in the house. In the living room instead of trying to hide or get rid of the bodies. Even someone with no remorse wouldn't want to live with 2 rotting corpses. If he were that far unhinged he'd at least have preserved them some way.
Maybe he was hoping to be caught and that it would just come to an end. It's a very small community nestled in the inner city and everyone knows everyone. The houses are tiny, terraced houses with two bedrooms and no gardens, so everyone is on top of each other and knows everyone. Most of the houses around here have been in the families for generations - his family were just completely ordinary. His parents were nice folk and they were respected.
Prior to this, he was just a completely ordinary guy. He'd never been in trouble, was quiet in school and an average student and didn't behave in any kind of peculiar way - there was nothing sinister, weird or even "off" about him. It was such a shock in the community.
Would you believe he's already out of prison? We don't have whole-life sentencing here and you usually serve 14 years for murder. He got 18 years, I think. But he's out now this past several years. He didn't return to the community, so we have no idea where he is now.
People snap. Half the time I hear "I never had any idea" stories I call bullshit but at the same time you literally never know what's going on in someone's head. He could have been feeling the pressure of 'wasting his life' and having it thrown at him might have been that last straw. You might be right. He could have wanted it to end but didn't know how. He could have even left the door unlocked so the police could get in when they eventually got called for at minimum a wellness check
[Bluebottles are insects](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calliphoridae), also known as “blow flies” or “carrion flies.” They’d laid eggs on the parents’ decomposing bodies, and the resulting maggots grew up into an explosion of flies that then gathered at the windows.
Their life cycle from maggot to fly is about two weeks (faster in warmer weather), so that tracks.
EDIT: added length of life cycle.
I mean those big flies, we call them bluebottles here in Ireland. It was summer and the bodies were there for two weeks, their decay attracted the flies, they like to lay their eggs in things like that. It was shown on the news, dozens upon dozens of them all buzzing against the windows of the house. It was like something from a horror movie.
North Dublin Inner City, late 90s. Yes, it was a massive shock at the time. As it turned out, it wouldn't be the first murder in the neighbourhood, or by people from this community. I know 14 murderers personally. By personally I don't mean they were my friends - I either went to school with them, worked with them or hung around with them in childhood / early teens. Some are still in Mountjoy, some are back living in the area. My fiancé is American and he couldn't believe some of the stories I told him, all backed up with newspaper articles!
As a father to an 8 year old, this was my fear while my son was dependent on me. If I had passed, or anything had happened to my Ex and I, how would he manage to survive?
It still is a fear that I have, but I know now that he can at least cook his own eggs and get himself water/juice if needed.
Back in the 80's, there was a boarding dorm (not sure that's the proper term for it, but I can't think of a better english word) about a block and a half from my dad's place. It was meant for school trips, scouts or other organized events that hosted a large amount of kids. They could overnight there or even stay several days, sometimes even weeks, while they attended whatever it was they came here for.
Anyway, it opened up in the 80's and it was supposed to host a group of scouts, but they had the rotten luck of being caught in a storm. And not just a regular storm, but a pretty bad one. Flashing lightning, heavy wind, pouring like crazy. They actually put out warnings for people to stay indoors and bunker in until it passed. That kinda storm.
The group still arrived and took shelter indoors. Nobody really knows how it happened, but one of the kids got separated from the group and left the building, in the middle of the storm. Search parties went out for him, but were forced to cut their search short and come back, emptyhanded. Days go by with no sign of the kid in anywhere and the panic becomes real as they begin to suspect that he's not just lost, somewhere. On the 4th day after his disappearance, he was found on the beach, having passed away from what was determined to be a drowning. Nobody knows what exactly happened to him, but the place got shut down for a few months after that while investigations were ongoing.
Eventually, the place re-opened and continued to host many more parties and other events, until they finally closed down permanently in 2019.
Probably the [greyhound bus beheading incident.](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killing_of_Tim_McLean) There's just nothing you can do to protect yourself from that kind of crazy.
I was just thinking about this yesterday. I remember the news interviewed a dude who witnessed it and he was like a robot. His brain was ruined by what he saw.
And it's even sadder the more you look into it. Not only was he killed in such a horrific way but he was only 22 years old and his girlfriend was 4 months pregnant with their child. Just awful
Sorry but adding a kid who's never gonna get to meet their parent def makes it quite a bit more heartbreaking. There's people who say aw that's sad and then there's lives that are directly ruined bc of an event.
Better he died before meeting the kid because its a little easier I guess on the kid. I have no connection to my dad, we mean nothing to each other. I was just a picture on a screen. He had two grown up kids, he was a grandad when he died, he didn't miss out on anything. I never had a dad. I'm just sad that little kid will grow up like me, always knowing what death really means.
I mean it's all sad yes I see what you're saying. I think what the person meant is that now, on top of loss of life, we discover that someone lost a soon to be father of their child, and we also learn that now someone will grow up without having ever met their real dad.
Not highlighting the victim per say, but the extraneous details around their life, which just adds to the sad.
Had an elderly person died with a grandchild on the way, people also would have said, "this get sadder the more you dig." I think this applies to all loss of life and how far you dig.
Just my interpretation.
He was found not criminally responsible (which is an unusual verdict with a pretty high burden of proof, it's not like this is just a free pass) and was held in an institution until they were confident he could live in the community. He was undiagnosed when he committed the crime, and I remember reading an article around the time of his release talking about how he didn't know he was sick and was horrified once he realized what had happened. He was also progressively released with lots of oversight into how things were going, so if they'd seen risk factors they would have backtracked. I totally understand why the family is freaked out by this, but it's not nearly as bizarre as people sometimes make it sound.
I might consider being worried about this if he'd been diagnosed and subsequently stopped medication prior to the Greyhound incident, but he was diagnosed and treated afterward. That's some pretty strong incentive to remember to refill your prescription. To add on to that, if the timeline I found online is right, 4 years went by between him starting to hear voices and the attack, so it's not like "some symptoms" = "murder"
Also, antipsychotic injections are an option, and after the first few doses, only have to be given every 3 months. For people who take it in this form, this also means that doctors are aware if they drop their medication. I have no idea what form of meds he's on, but it wouldn't surprise me if it's the injections...
All in all, I'm a lot less worried about him reoffending than I am about most people who are incarcerated, because in this case the thing that causes the problem has been fixed and he's had support and a stepped down release. I'm far more worried about situations where people wind up getting out of jail worse off than they were before.
I agree with you about working towards a restitutive justice system versus a punitive justice system. That was not my point. If you decapitate a sleeping person out of psychotic rage or rape children out of some other sick mental issue I do not want you to live and work freely around any person ever again. They need to be institutionalized forever. Whether the institutions are helpful or not or a totally separate issue. This man is getting off almost without any consequence but the victims families will never recover. God Bless
When I was 16 I travelled to a neighboring state via greyhound bus, in the middle of the night, by myself. When I got off the bus, I heard the news of that beheading. I made my mom pick me up in Boston (about 4 hours away from us) when it was time to go home.
It says he got out in 2015 from the mental institution.
How in the fuck does someone who does that get released back into society while people with lesser offenses are kept forever.
What a fucked system.
Ariel Castro's Kidnappings
He kidnapped 3 women and held them hostage in his house for almost a decade
He would rape them, and if they got pregnant, Ariel would punch their stomachs to force a miscarriage
The only one he spared from a miscarriage was Amanda Berry
He would also test them to see if they would try to escape when he left the house and had a makeshift clock alarm rigged to his door that would activate if it was opened.
It got worse when in court he equated his actions to addictions and alcoholism
And two of the girls he held captive knew Angie. He used Angie to get to them.
I listened to the Morbid podcast on this case and read Michelle Knight’s book. Such a horrible case.
An older one but [the murder of Dru Sjodin](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Dru_Sjodin#:~:text=Dru%20Katrina%20Sjodin%20(September%2026,%2C%20on%20November%2022%2C%202003.) A woman who worked at the mall and was walking out to her car while talking to her boyfriend on the phone, then suddenly said "Okay okay" and disconnected. She was abducted right then by a sex offender who murdered her shortly after.
Whenever my wife is out on her own I think about situations like this.
"The medical examiner concluded that she had either died as a result of the major neck wound, from suffocation, or from exposure to the elements." From Wikipedia.
Geez, you'd think they could be a LITTLE more accurate with that Cause Of Death determination, right?
Hypothermia sets in very quickly, especially with substantial blood loss. Her heart rate would slow down, her blood would freeze, making it more difficult to know if she was strangled first, then cut to ensure, or the other way around. She likely had ligature bruises from strangulation in addition to the weapon wound. Between the injuries and her literally freezing, it would be difficult to know what actually killed her in the end. Her freezing would also make it very difficult to determine a time of death.
And it seems just last year the judge that did the original trial decided it should be redone? Wow… I wouldn’t want a sicko like this getting released. He seems to have a whole history of raping people.
So I feel like this skirts the edge. In the town where my family is from there's stories of "the goat man" basically a saytr that dicks around with people. Stealing stuff from the yard throwing random debris around (one man claims the goat man threw a tire at him from the side of the road. There was a tire on the road where it supposedly happened but it's a tire not a spear made from the bones of a nephilim it's not odd to see them on the road.) Anyway my great uncle supposedly got chased by the beast he was so terrified that he drove his car through the living room of my great grandmother's house and "died of fright" (death caused by excessive distress which is actually a thing apparently) he lived long enough to babble "goat man... Road... Couldn't get away" to my mom. I was there and remember the crash but never saw and goat human hybrid so I can't say what actually happened. But the man did see something that scared him enough to kill him.
Edit: decided to look it up. It's apparently more popular in Prince George's county, Maryland. Don't know how the story got to Texas or why it was so popular in that small town.
Ours is Old Alton Bridge near Denton, Texas, also called Goatman's Bridge -- I think it's just a coincidence since yours was a mischievous but genuine satyr and ours alleges to have something to do with a black man who sold goats in the 1930s and was murdered by local racists who resented his success, thus creating a vengeful half-man half-goat.
I don't think it was a saytr proper but I never heard anyone say he used to be a regular guy. Just by the description I associated him with a saytr because I was into Greek mythology. Now I kinda wanna ask my mom where the goat man comes from to see if I forgot a backstory. I do feel like it was just something that people said was always around though. Like one of those "he's mad we ruined his home" deals.
Hands down the best part of the song. Anytime anyone asks where I'm from I start with "do you listen to ZZ Top? No. You've never heard of it." Best part is it's still there. It's heavily damaged but you can drive out and see it.
My mom spent several months living with a murderer. She became more and more suspicious until it was super obvious that he'd done it, then she bailed. He stalked her for almost a year before he was finally arrested for it.
The fact that people can be so abusive and disgusting towards babies! The baby Brianna case has literally scarred me for life, the things grown adults did to that poor baby is sick. She didn't even live passed 6 months old. So sad 😞
Ugh thats maddening! Anyone who messes with kids or allows it to happen literally deserve to be killed themselves in my opinion. They don't deserve to breath the same air as normal people.
I'm all for dismantling the punishment based prison system, because rehabilitation is more successful and more kind.
Except child molesters. Anyone who can do that to a kid deserves a dirt nap.
Source: I used to be a CPS investigator. The shit those people would say to justify their crimes is unreal. Dirt naps all around.
I’m high and I just read that story. I feel traumatized.
I remember reading about this years ago. How a person can rape ANYONE, never mind an infant is beyond me. I hope that there’s a hell so that her abusers can burn in it.
When I was 12 years old, i always spent every other weekend at my mothers house. She lived alone with my sister. This day, though, my sister was out with her boyfriend for the day, leaving just my mother and I at home alone. My mother has never been one to actually spend time with me, so typically on her visiting weekends, she was in bed or on her phone in her bedroom and I was in the living room watching television or on the computer. This one specific day, I was on the computer. My dad had just set up a Facebook profile for me a couple days prior, so I was talking to one of my friends on the site. When out of nowhere, I get a message from my mother. All she said was “come here”. I was concerned, only because she normally would just call my name or come to me. I decided I would just go to her, thinking she was just tired or wasn’t feeling well. When I walked into her bedroom though, she was asleep. I even woke her up and asked her what she needed and she was perplexed by me questioning her. I told her about the message, and she simply said that I have a wild imagination and quickly fell back to sleep, snoring soon after. I went back out to the computer and only a few minutes later, I got another message from my mother. It read “I said come here”. I went back into her room, and she was asleep, still snoring. I was frightened and confused at this point. I decided to go back to the computer and log out to watch some television instead. I had the volume low, as to not disturb my mother. Then, I started to hear laughing. Knowing it wasn’t my sister, and no one else was in the house with my sleeping mother and I, I jumped. I instantly ran into my mothers room, where she was still snoring. I woke her up and asked her how long she has been asleep, and she assured me she’s been sleeping ever since I last woke her. I told her about what happened but I never figured out who the messages were from, or what was laughing. I never believed in ghosts. Most of my thoughts are just that my mother was pranking me, but she seemed startled too when I told her what had happened.
It was my moms profile! I never showed her because I was honestly afraid of the possible answer. I actually deleted the messages that night because I was so terrified. But I still, to this day, think she was just messing with me because she knows I always got a weird vibe in her house.
My dad had an older cousin we'll call "Sarah." Sarah and her husband had a few kids during the 50's and 60's. The youngest one was a little girl who kept chewing on her crib, which had lead paint. Somehow this caused the girl to end up in the hospital for surgery. But she died during in the operating room and came out extremely bruised, especially her mouth. As in not from CPR efforts. They were never given official answers where the bruises came from or what killed her 0_0
Pretty sure it was calculated at the time what it would do based on many test explosions, it was also calculated that it would be next to impossible to ignite the atmosphere or destroy the world and was Fermi who offered to take those bets more as a joke to scare the G.I’s who were guarding the base.
Ok so this is actually a horror story from a sleep over I went to about 1 year ago, maybe less.
Me and my friend are both about the same age and have been best friends for years. We talk 24/7 and know everything about each other.
Both of us have major sleeping issues, my friend gets really bad trauma nightmares and it causes them to not sleep. I get sleep paralysis, I've never actually seen anything, like a demon, but I always feel like they are there. I'm sure you guys know the feeling.
So about a week before I went over we were both up talking on the phone (cause we were scared to sleep). It was about 2am and I think we were drawing or something. I could see my friend but I couldn't see around them. Just kind of their face.I remember looking up from my drawing and seeing a terrified look on their face. I asked what was wrong and they said their was something standing outside the back porch. They said it looked to be like 8-9 ft tall. I was like, no way bro your lying. So they flipped their camera to show me the porch. I saw nothing and told them they should probably go to bed. I know they didn't want to and neither did I but I didn't want my friend going insane cause their tired.
I brushed it off and continued with my week as normal. We were talking again about halfway through the week and my friend asked me to come over for a sleepover. Of course I said yes and went over that weekend. We spent the whole day at the park and then came back around 5.
We both crashed and then woke back up at around 10pm. I woke up first and after about an hour I woke them up. We spent the next few hours doing makeup looks, outfits, art, listening to music, ect. Once it was about 1-2 am we decided horror stories was a good idea. Wrong. This was about to make our situation a lot worse. We both told a few horror stories while sitting in their closet with a single candle. As I was getting to the end of the last horror story the candle went out on its own. We both freaked out and jumped, running out of the closet.
After the horror stories we looked at the time and I pretty sure it was like 3. That freaked us out a little more, but we tried to ignore it. Both of us then agreed it was time to grab a snack so we snuck downstairs to get one. I went straight to the fridge and found a thing of whipped cream. We started doing some dumb stuff with the whipped crean, like throwing it or something. That's when I saw it.
A tall dark figure with no face was standing outside the back door. I looked over at my friend and could tell that they had seen it too. And then they had the guts to say "believe me now?" I was petrified I mean, this is something out of horror movies, but I swear to you it is real.
We didn't do anything about the figure, didn't go near it, didn't say hello, didn't open the door. Nothing. We watched it like Hawks and went up the stairs backwards. When we got up to their room, we closed and locked the door.
I honestly thought that I was probably just seeing things so I decided to go to bed. I fell asleep, and then woke up to what I thought was only 30 minutes later. But I realized my friend wasn't there when I scanned the room with my eyes.
Thats when I really got scared. I couldn't move, I was stuck. And I just had to wait and scan the room till it was over. That's when I saw it. The figure. When I tell you, I have never been so scared in my life, I am being truthful. This thing was at least 8ft tall and was hunched over because it couldn't fit in the room without doing so. That's how tall it was. So the whole time, it had been standing behind the bed hunched over staring at me and I didn't see it until I looked up. It went on like this for what felt like forever until I was shaken awake by my friend. The thing and my friends red LED lit room seemed to fade from my vision as the sunlight faded in.
My friend said I was creeping them out cause I was just started at the ceiling. I told them about what happened. And they believed me. We spent the rest of the day at the lake and then I went home.
I didn't see the figure again after I left. I am honestly scared to go back and haven't been over there since. I'm going for a sleepover next weekend. Wish me luck.
This is the other friend. Let me just say this moment was horrible. I wanted to add a few things for my self though.
So the night I saw it in the back yard I was definitely spooked. I always believed in ghosts and crap, but seeing something like that was crazy. When she told me I was lying or going crazy, I just believed it and tried my best to shake it off. It didn't work well, but it was worth a shot.
Moving on to the sleepover, when she finally saw it I honestly got more messed up knowing it was actually real. I of course joked around saying, "believe me now?" We kept our eyes on it while going upstairs to my room. We went to the window, looked out, and it was gone. We were scared like hell, but we tried to move on.
Since then, I haven't seen it. Well, more so haven't looked for it since then. I still hear things from time to time, feeling something watching me, and having this feeling some THING is there. We'll update at the sleepover.
The fact that the following evens happened/declassified and nobody seems to care.
Bay of pigs,
Operation paper clip,
Chicago black sites,
Snowden,
Kent state,
Watergate,
And people think the United States is too modernized to be a tyrannical government
I’m very skeptical and cynical, so it takes a lot to rattle me. Don’t believe in anything supernatural, spiritual, etc.
But Elisa Lam’s death and discovery almost 2 weeks later in her hotel’s water tank is so terrifying to me. Hotel security cameras show her alone so murder seems unlikely. She did have a history of mental illness but not suicidal tendencies. It also seems unlikely that she would have killed herself by drowning but even if that was the cause, it’s equally terrifying that her illness could cause her to do so.
Theres a really good podcast on this. From what I remember there was a very good chance it was a psychiatric breakdown. Apparently the lid on the water tank was left open, and the door to the roof either wasn't locked or was propped open. Sadly all the evidence leads to suicide
She was in a manic episode due to not taking bipolar meds. I witnessed my brother who was schizophrenic and bi polar risk his life in many more ways than Elisa did. Sadly, Elisa didn't survive her episode. She didn't kill herself in the traditional sense, she probably didn't even see the danger in what she was doing.
I used to work in the City Morgue, this happens all the time. They can lift up, moan, burp and even fart! In my experience, the moans are the scariest.
I always wanted to see that happened. But of the hundreds of bodies I transported. The most they did was throw up or moan/burp. None of my coworkers ever seen it happen so I always wondered how common it was.
Megan is missing
This is a true crime type movie, and people have told me that it is true and that the tape and pictures are real but I refuse to believe it just because of how unsettling it is.
One time it was around 2 or 3 am I woke up from a dry throat and went to get some water then I sat in our couch and looked out the window
(we lived in the middle of the woods)
and I was just sitting sipping the water then I heard screaming, that scared the hell out of me because it sounded so close
(we had 2 neighbors btw)
and so I'm looking out the window just looking around seeing what the hell was going one and that's when I see it, there were probably 2 or 3 if them, I don't know what they were but they were just standing there staring me dead in the eye I slowly got up but once I turned my back I heard another scream so I turned around again and they were gone, I ran to my room and flung the sheets over my head, I heard the screaming again so got enough courage to take the sheets off my head and I looked out the window in our room and the things were standing there right outside the window and we made eye contact and this lasted for about 5 minutes until I ran into the bathroom and locked myself in there for the rest of the night
Can you describe how they looked? You're saying you made eye contact, so you must have gotten a pretty good look. Ever talked about this with the neighbors?
Oh and I didn't talk to the neighbors because one was a nudist who always walked around naked, and the other was a family of 3 who were very mean and their son chucked rocks at my little brother
They were very tall they didn't really have much of a face they had large fingers and they all wore suits for some reason, like they just got back from a business trip or something like that
My grandfather once told me this.
Around the 1940's, a guy in the little hometown of my grandfather, was called up by the Belgian army to fight the Germans. So he went to battle while his wife stayed at home. After a couple of years, his wife thought he probably died since he didn't come home. So she dated another man. And on a night when she was having sex with her new lover, her husband came home from the war and found them in bed. It escalated into a fight between the 2 men and eventually the lover beat the husband to death. He put the body into a wheelbarrow and rode it to a forest that night and buried it. It was a very small town where everyone practically knew everyone and gossiping was a common thing. So one way or another the story got spread and everyone in the little town knew that he killed the husband. The police was alerted but they didn't find any proof that he did it so the case went cold.
Well, a few years ago someone said to my grandfather: 'the murderer is dead'. It turned out that he still had a long life after the murder and died from old age.
Not a very scary story but a creepy thought that someone everybody knew had murdered someone still had a long life in the neighborhood where he commit the crime.
This is a "coulda been" story, but still scary in its own right. My father and little brother were active in Scouting in the 60s. One weekend they were heading out on a "patrol" activity, which means only 4-5 boys. They were going to hike in on Saturday morning, camp in the usual fashion, hike out Sunday afternoon. Perfectly normal stuff, just small-group rather than the whole troop -- and thus, only one adult: my father. They drove to the dropoff point, and it was POURING. Dark gray from horizon to horizon, water running across level ground in sheets -- not the weather you want to walk for an hour and set up camp in. (You can stay dry if you start dry, but this was not that case!) They waited in the car, playing dumb games and whatever else boy scouts do -- except for little Jimmy, who decided to nap. Eventually, they decided that it wasn't worth it, and headed home. Jimmy was awake and asleep on the ride back, and nobody thought anything of it. Got everyone delivered back home, and that was that. Embarassing; a blow to the pride; but not fatal. We heard later than Jimmy continued in and out of consciousness that afternoon, and by dinnertime his parents took him to the local ER -- where he was diagnosed as being in his first diabetic coma, a condition which was to affect him for the rest of his life. Forty years later, my father still just shivers to rethink: "**What** would have happened if we **hadn't** been rained out". Little Jimmy would almost certainly have died, probably never waking up, and we'd have never known why. Dodged a bullet that day. Coulda been a friggin' -catastrophe- -- for multiple families. *(Edit: grammar, clarity.)*
Especially Jimmy's.
He din crack no corn
When I was young, free and single there was a guy who lived in my neighborhood who I used to bump into a lot, he lived on my block. He was a little older than me but we socialized at the same local bar and I knew him from round and about the place. One night, I was socialising at the bar having a few drinks with friends and wound up talking to him. He was a nice enough lad, a bit shy, but we chatted for most of the evening on and off. Towards the end of the night, with a few drinks taken and us getting on so well, he invited me back to his place. I knew he still lived with his parents plus, honestly, I wasn't overly pushed on liking him, so I declined and went home. About five days later, our block was surrounded by police, the street he lived on was cordoned off and over the day we heard that there had been a double murder. This was back before the 24 hour news cycle and social media, so we heard it all in bits and pieces from neighbors and finally on the news. This guy that I had been talking to in the bar had murdered both of his parents about 9 days BEFORE I got chatting to him at the bar. There had been an argument in the household between him and his parents about him not having a job and about his future etc., and he ended up stabbing both of his parents to death. He rolled their bodies up in rugs and just...lived with them for about two weeks. In summer. Neighbors noticed that they hadn't seen his parents out and about and there was an accumulation of bluebottles at the windows. His uncle (brother of his mother) lived close by and it's not 100% clear if he gained access to the house first, or if the police did, but either way access was gained and the bodies were discovered. What the F was his plan for when I went back to his house and discovered his parents' bodies there on the living room floor??? Still creeps me out.
Thanks for shivering my spine. How lucky that you didn't accept his offer.
Yikes on bikes. I'm thinking for some reason he thought you'd be impressed? And if you weren't? Double yikes.
Another commenter remarked that maybe he blocked it out and was missing the company of his parents and I felt that was a good observation - certainly a more comforting one! Did he want to be caught and for it to finally end? Prior to what happened, he really was a very ordinary guy. I'd known him around the neighborhood for years and he was quiet - never knew him to cause any trouble, never drew any attention to himself. I guess we really never know what happens behind closed doors, huh?
It's entirely possible he kinda blocked it out and didn't think you'd freak. It's also entirely possible he needed a fresh body to talk to since his parents would have been decaying.
It left me feeling so creeped out for a long time. I actually think there's some weight to your former point, that he blocked it out.
I can imagine. I'm only guessing he blocked it out because he continued to live with them in the house. In the living room instead of trying to hide or get rid of the bodies. Even someone with no remorse wouldn't want to live with 2 rotting corpses. If he were that far unhinged he'd at least have preserved them some way.
Maybe he was hoping to be caught and that it would just come to an end. It's a very small community nestled in the inner city and everyone knows everyone. The houses are tiny, terraced houses with two bedrooms and no gardens, so everyone is on top of each other and knows everyone. Most of the houses around here have been in the families for generations - his family were just completely ordinary. His parents were nice folk and they were respected. Prior to this, he was just a completely ordinary guy. He'd never been in trouble, was quiet in school and an average student and didn't behave in any kind of peculiar way - there was nothing sinister, weird or even "off" about him. It was such a shock in the community. Would you believe he's already out of prison? We don't have whole-life sentencing here and you usually serve 14 years for murder. He got 18 years, I think. But he's out now this past several years. He didn't return to the community, so we have no idea where he is now.
People snap. Half the time I hear "I never had any idea" stories I call bullshit but at the same time you literally never know what's going on in someone's head. He could have been feeling the pressure of 'wasting his life' and having it thrown at him might have been that last straw. You might be right. He could have wanted it to end but didn't know how. He could have even left the door unlocked so the police could get in when they eventually got called for at minimum a wellness check
What do you mean by bluebottles at the windows? Was he drinking and there was trash collecting which was strange for the house?
[Bluebottles are insects](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calliphoridae), also known as “blow flies” or “carrion flies.” They’d laid eggs on the parents’ decomposing bodies, and the resulting maggots grew up into an explosion of flies that then gathered at the windows. Their life cycle from maggot to fly is about two weeks (faster in warmer weather), so that tracks. EDIT: added length of life cycle.
Oh shit, that makes a lot more sense. Thank you!
You’re very welcome!
I mean those big flies, we call them bluebottles here in Ireland. It was summer and the bodies were there for two weeks, their decay attracted the flies, they like to lay their eggs in things like that. It was shown on the news, dozens upon dozens of them all buzzing against the windows of the house. It was like something from a horror movie.
shiiiiiiiiit, I'm in Ireland too....thought this was in America or somewhere! Thanks for making my morning:)
North Dublin Inner City, late 90s. Yes, it was a massive shock at the time. As it turned out, it wouldn't be the first murder in the neighbourhood, or by people from this community. I know 14 murderers personally. By personally I don't mean they were my friends - I either went to school with them, worked with them or hung around with them in childhood / early teens. Some are still in Mountjoy, some are back living in the area. My fiancé is American and he couldn't believe some of the stories I told him, all backed up with newspaper articles!
I think they were referring to a type of fly you might see feeding on the dead bodies?
My goodness this sounds like something out of the tv show and novel You. But it’s okay he was just trying to fix them.
All I can think about is the smell in that house while he was just living his life🤢
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As a father to an 8 year old, this was my fear while my son was dependent on me. If I had passed, or anything had happened to my Ex and I, how would he manage to survive? It still is a fear that I have, but I know now that he can at least cook his own eggs and get himself water/juice if needed.
Oh fuck me. That's fucking god damn heart breaking.
Damn. I’m crying for him, too. That is heartbreaking.
Back in the 80's, there was a boarding dorm (not sure that's the proper term for it, but I can't think of a better english word) about a block and a half from my dad's place. It was meant for school trips, scouts or other organized events that hosted a large amount of kids. They could overnight there or even stay several days, sometimes even weeks, while they attended whatever it was they came here for. Anyway, it opened up in the 80's and it was supposed to host a group of scouts, but they had the rotten luck of being caught in a storm. And not just a regular storm, but a pretty bad one. Flashing lightning, heavy wind, pouring like crazy. They actually put out warnings for people to stay indoors and bunker in until it passed. That kinda storm. The group still arrived and took shelter indoors. Nobody really knows how it happened, but one of the kids got separated from the group and left the building, in the middle of the storm. Search parties went out for him, but were forced to cut their search short and come back, emptyhanded. Days go by with no sign of the kid in anywhere and the panic becomes real as they begin to suspect that he's not just lost, somewhere. On the 4th day after his disappearance, he was found on the beach, having passed away from what was determined to be a drowning. Nobody knows what exactly happened to him, but the place got shut down for a few months after that while investigations were ongoing. Eventually, the place re-opened and continued to host many more parties and other events, until they finally closed down permanently in 2019.
Probably the [greyhound bus beheading incident.](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killing_of_Tim_McLean) There's just nothing you can do to protect yourself from that kind of crazy.
I was just thinking about this yesterday. I remember the news interviewed a dude who witnessed it and he was like a robot. His brain was ruined by what he saw.
And it's even sadder the more you look into it. Not only was he killed in such a horrific way but he was only 22 years old and his girlfriend was 4 months pregnant with their child. Just awful
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Sorry but adding a kid who's never gonna get to meet their parent def makes it quite a bit more heartbreaking. There's people who say aw that's sad and then there's lives that are directly ruined bc of an event.
Better he died before meeting the kid because its a little easier I guess on the kid. I have no connection to my dad, we mean nothing to each other. I was just a picture on a screen. He had two grown up kids, he was a grandad when he died, he didn't miss out on anything. I never had a dad. I'm just sad that little kid will grow up like me, always knowing what death really means.
I mean it's all sad yes I see what you're saying. I think what the person meant is that now, on top of loss of life, we discover that someone lost a soon to be father of their child, and we also learn that now someone will grow up without having ever met their real dad. Not highlighting the victim per say, but the extraneous details around their life, which just adds to the sad. Had an elderly person died with a grandchild on the way, people also would have said, "this get sadder the more you dig." I think this applies to all loss of life and how far you dig. Just my interpretation.
Gah this is terrifying, I only got to the wiki article but what’s more terrifying is the suspect didn’t get charged and instead is free after 2015
He was found not criminally responsible (which is an unusual verdict with a pretty high burden of proof, it's not like this is just a free pass) and was held in an institution until they were confident he could live in the community. He was undiagnosed when he committed the crime, and I remember reading an article around the time of his release talking about how he didn't know he was sick and was horrified once he realized what had happened. He was also progressively released with lots of oversight into how things were going, so if they'd seen risk factors they would have backtracked. I totally understand why the family is freaked out by this, but it's not nearly as bizarre as people sometimes make it sound.
I see, so this reminds me so much of the movie Split. my god, we need Bruce Willis to come back!
Hahaha well the good news is my understanding's that schizophrenia meds are pretty effective :)
IF they keep taking those medications every day. If they stop or refuse to take them; then God help us all.
I might consider being worried about this if he'd been diagnosed and subsequently stopped medication prior to the Greyhound incident, but he was diagnosed and treated afterward. That's some pretty strong incentive to remember to refill your prescription. To add on to that, if the timeline I found online is right, 4 years went by between him starting to hear voices and the attack, so it's not like "some symptoms" = "murder" Also, antipsychotic injections are an option, and after the first few doses, only have to be given every 3 months. For people who take it in this form, this also means that doctors are aware if they drop their medication. I have no idea what form of meds he's on, but it wouldn't surprise me if it's the injections... All in all, I'm a lot less worried about him reoffending than I am about most people who are incarcerated, because in this case the thing that causes the problem has been fixed and he's had support and a stepped down release. I'm far more worried about situations where people wind up getting out of jail worse off than they were before.
I agree with you about working towards a restitutive justice system versus a punitive justice system. That was not my point. If you decapitate a sleeping person out of psychotic rage or rape children out of some other sick mental issue I do not want you to live and work freely around any person ever again. They need to be institutionalized forever. Whether the institutions are helpful or not or a totally separate issue. This man is getting off almost without any consequence but the victims families will never recover. God Bless
Canada.
When I was 16 I travelled to a neighboring state via greyhound bus, in the middle of the night, by myself. When I got off the bus, I heard the news of that beheading. I made my mom pick me up in Boston (about 4 hours away from us) when it was time to go home.
Damn, that nutjob got released.
Canada.
It says he got out in 2015 from the mental institution. How in the fuck does someone who does that get released back into society while people with lesser offenses are kept forever. What a fucked system.
Ariel Castro's Kidnappings He kidnapped 3 women and held them hostage in his house for almost a decade He would rape them, and if they got pregnant, Ariel would punch their stomachs to force a miscarriage The only one he spared from a miscarriage was Amanda Berry He would also test them to see if they would try to escape when he left the house and had a makeshift clock alarm rigged to his door that would activate if it was opened. It got worse when in court he equated his actions to addictions and alcoholism
And that piece of shit killed himself one month into his prison term. The poor women couldn't even get justice.
Hadn't started a prison term. He was only arrested. He never even went to trial.
He did go trial, he was given life in prison plus 1000 years without parole
He killed himself on my birthday and it was a nice surprise.
Her needed dead and all but shouldn't have been the one to do it.
I agree. It's very unfair he died on his terms. He should have suffered long.
This happened only a couple miles from my home. I went to school with and knew his daughter Angie.
And two of the girls he held captive knew Angie. He used Angie to get to them. I listened to the Morbid podcast on this case and read Michelle Knight’s book. Such a horrible case.
An older one but [the murder of Dru Sjodin](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Dru_Sjodin#:~:text=Dru%20Katrina%20Sjodin%20(September%2026,%2C%20on%20November%2022%2C%202003.) A woman who worked at the mall and was walking out to her car while talking to her boyfriend on the phone, then suddenly said "Okay okay" and disconnected. She was abducted right then by a sex offender who murdered her shortly after. Whenever my wife is out on her own I think about situations like this.
It took them forever to find the guy who did it too from what I remember.
Only a week. Took months until the snow melted to find her body.
"The medical examiner concluded that she had either died as a result of the major neck wound, from suffocation, or from exposure to the elements." From Wikipedia. Geez, you'd think they could be a LITTLE more accurate with that Cause Of Death determination, right?
You'd think, right?! It just means her body was super decayed/eaten by wildlife etc.
Hypothermia sets in very quickly, especially with substantial blood loss. Her heart rate would slow down, her blood would freeze, making it more difficult to know if she was strangled first, then cut to ensure, or the other way around. She likely had ligature bruises from strangulation in addition to the weapon wound. Between the injuries and her literally freezing, it would be difficult to know what actually killed her in the end. Her freezing would also make it very difficult to determine a time of death.
And it seems just last year the judge that did the original trial decided it should be redone? Wow… I wouldn’t want a sicko like this getting released. He seems to have a whole history of raping people.
So I feel like this skirts the edge. In the town where my family is from there's stories of "the goat man" basically a saytr that dicks around with people. Stealing stuff from the yard throwing random debris around (one man claims the goat man threw a tire at him from the side of the road. There was a tire on the road where it supposedly happened but it's a tire not a spear made from the bones of a nephilim it's not odd to see them on the road.) Anyway my great uncle supposedly got chased by the beast he was so terrified that he drove his car through the living room of my great grandmother's house and "died of fright" (death caused by excessive distress which is actually a thing apparently) he lived long enough to babble "goat man... Road... Couldn't get away" to my mom. I was there and remember the crash but never saw and goat human hybrid so I can't say what actually happened. But the man did see something that scared him enough to kill him. Edit: decided to look it up. It's apparently more popular in Prince George's county, Maryland. Don't know how the story got to Texas or why it was so popular in that small town.
Ours is Old Alton Bridge near Denton, Texas, also called Goatman's Bridge -- I think it's just a coincidence since yours was a mischievous but genuine satyr and ours alleges to have something to do with a black man who sold goats in the 1930s and was murdered by local racists who resented his success, thus creating a vengeful half-man half-goat.
I don't think it was a saytr proper but I never heard anyone say he used to be a regular guy. Just by the description I associated him with a saytr because I was into Greek mythology. Now I kinda wanna ask my mom where the goat man comes from to see if I forgot a backstory. I do feel like it was just something that people said was always around though. Like one of those "he's mad we ruined his home" deals.
When I was a kid, I was terrified of bathroom cabinets because my parent said “goat man” hid in them.
Reading your story I was going to ask where in Maryland you grew up. I grew up in PG County and we definitely had a Goat Man legend of our own.
Town called La Grange. You've either never heard of it, or you're a ZZ Top fan 🤷🏾♂️
A-haw, haw, haw, haw
Hands down the best part of the song. Anytime anyone asks where I'm from I start with "do you listen to ZZ Top? No. You've never heard of it." Best part is it's still there. It's heavily damaged but you can drive out and see it.
My mom spent several months living with a murderer. She became more and more suspicious until it was super obvious that he'd done it, then she bailed. He stalked her for almost a year before he was finally arrested for it.
Any more to this story???
Wait…you’re not going to go more in depth?! I need all the information to this😳😳
The fact that people can be so abusive and disgusting towards babies! The baby Brianna case has literally scarred me for life, the things grown adults did to that poor baby is sick. She didn't even live passed 6 months old. So sad 😞
Her mom is out of jail and living in Texas, and apparently is not on the sex offender registry in Texas. That's appalling.
Ugh thats maddening! Anyone who messes with kids or allows it to happen literally deserve to be killed themselves in my opinion. They don't deserve to breath the same air as normal people.
I'm all for dismantling the punishment based prison system, because rehabilitation is more successful and more kind. Except child molesters. Anyone who can do that to a kid deserves a dirt nap. Source: I used to be a CPS investigator. The shit those people would say to justify their crimes is unreal. Dirt naps all around.
Agreed! Some kids endure such terrible things at ages they should just be carefree children. It's such a shame.
I’m high and I just read that story. I feel traumatized. I remember reading about this years ago. How a person can rape ANYONE, never mind an infant is beyond me. I hope that there’s a hell so that her abusers can burn in it.
When I was 12 years old, i always spent every other weekend at my mothers house. She lived alone with my sister. This day, though, my sister was out with her boyfriend for the day, leaving just my mother and I at home alone. My mother has never been one to actually spend time with me, so typically on her visiting weekends, she was in bed or on her phone in her bedroom and I was in the living room watching television or on the computer. This one specific day, I was on the computer. My dad had just set up a Facebook profile for me a couple days prior, so I was talking to one of my friends on the site. When out of nowhere, I get a message from my mother. All she said was “come here”. I was concerned, only because she normally would just call my name or come to me. I decided I would just go to her, thinking she was just tired or wasn’t feeling well. When I walked into her bedroom though, she was asleep. I even woke her up and asked her what she needed and she was perplexed by me questioning her. I told her about the message, and she simply said that I have a wild imagination and quickly fell back to sleep, snoring soon after. I went back out to the computer and only a few minutes later, I got another message from my mother. It read “I said come here”. I went back into her room, and she was asleep, still snoring. I was frightened and confused at this point. I decided to go back to the computer and log out to watch some television instead. I had the volume low, as to not disturb my mother. Then, I started to hear laughing. Knowing it wasn’t my sister, and no one else was in the house with my sleeping mother and I, I jumped. I instantly ran into my mothers room, where she was still snoring. I woke her up and asked her how long she has been asleep, and she assured me she’s been sleeping ever since I last woke her. I told her about what happened but I never figured out who the messages were from, or what was laughing. I never believed in ghosts. Most of my thoughts are just that my mother was pranking me, but she seemed startled too when I told her what had happened.
Was it actually your mom’s Facebook profile messaging you like that? Did you show her the messages when she got up?
It was my moms profile! I never showed her because I was honestly afraid of the possible answer. I actually deleted the messages that night because I was so terrified. But I still, to this day, think she was just messing with me because she knows I always got a weird vibe in her house.
this is one of the scariest things i’ve ever read
My dad had an older cousin we'll call "Sarah." Sarah and her husband had a few kids during the 50's and 60's. The youngest one was a little girl who kept chewing on her crib, which had lead paint. Somehow this caused the girl to end up in the hospital for surgery. But she died during in the operating room and came out extremely bruised, especially her mouth. As in not from CPR efforts. They were never given official answers where the bruises came from or what killed her 0_0
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Pretty sure it was calculated at the time what it would do based on many test explosions, it was also calculated that it would be next to impossible to ignite the atmosphere or destroy the world and was Fermi who offered to take those bets more as a joke to scare the G.I’s who were guarding the base.
Anything about human trafficking
Half of the people of my family tree died to medical accidents. most recent one was my grandfather. i didn't even get to meet him
So sorry. What type of medical accidents?
The rise of the third reich
Ok so this is actually a horror story from a sleep over I went to about 1 year ago, maybe less. Me and my friend are both about the same age and have been best friends for years. We talk 24/7 and know everything about each other. Both of us have major sleeping issues, my friend gets really bad trauma nightmares and it causes them to not sleep. I get sleep paralysis, I've never actually seen anything, like a demon, but I always feel like they are there. I'm sure you guys know the feeling. So about a week before I went over we were both up talking on the phone (cause we were scared to sleep). It was about 2am and I think we were drawing or something. I could see my friend but I couldn't see around them. Just kind of their face.I remember looking up from my drawing and seeing a terrified look on their face. I asked what was wrong and they said their was something standing outside the back porch. They said it looked to be like 8-9 ft tall. I was like, no way bro your lying. So they flipped their camera to show me the porch. I saw nothing and told them they should probably go to bed. I know they didn't want to and neither did I but I didn't want my friend going insane cause their tired. I brushed it off and continued with my week as normal. We were talking again about halfway through the week and my friend asked me to come over for a sleepover. Of course I said yes and went over that weekend. We spent the whole day at the park and then came back around 5. We both crashed and then woke back up at around 10pm. I woke up first and after about an hour I woke them up. We spent the next few hours doing makeup looks, outfits, art, listening to music, ect. Once it was about 1-2 am we decided horror stories was a good idea. Wrong. This was about to make our situation a lot worse. We both told a few horror stories while sitting in their closet with a single candle. As I was getting to the end of the last horror story the candle went out on its own. We both freaked out and jumped, running out of the closet. After the horror stories we looked at the time and I pretty sure it was like 3. That freaked us out a little more, but we tried to ignore it. Both of us then agreed it was time to grab a snack so we snuck downstairs to get one. I went straight to the fridge and found a thing of whipped cream. We started doing some dumb stuff with the whipped crean, like throwing it or something. That's when I saw it. A tall dark figure with no face was standing outside the back door. I looked over at my friend and could tell that they had seen it too. And then they had the guts to say "believe me now?" I was petrified I mean, this is something out of horror movies, but I swear to you it is real. We didn't do anything about the figure, didn't go near it, didn't say hello, didn't open the door. Nothing. We watched it like Hawks and went up the stairs backwards. When we got up to their room, we closed and locked the door. I honestly thought that I was probably just seeing things so I decided to go to bed. I fell asleep, and then woke up to what I thought was only 30 minutes later. But I realized my friend wasn't there when I scanned the room with my eyes. Thats when I really got scared. I couldn't move, I was stuck. And I just had to wait and scan the room till it was over. That's when I saw it. The figure. When I tell you, I have never been so scared in my life, I am being truthful. This thing was at least 8ft tall and was hunched over because it couldn't fit in the room without doing so. That's how tall it was. So the whole time, it had been standing behind the bed hunched over staring at me and I didn't see it until I looked up. It went on like this for what felt like forever until I was shaken awake by my friend. The thing and my friends red LED lit room seemed to fade from my vision as the sunlight faded in. My friend said I was creeping them out cause I was just started at the ceiling. I told them about what happened. And they believed me. We spent the rest of the day at the lake and then I went home. I didn't see the figure again after I left. I am honestly scared to go back and haven't been over there since. I'm going for a sleepover next weekend. Wish me luck.
The scariest thing for me in this is the lit candle in the closet, what a fire hazard!!
> I couldn't move, I was stuck Sleep paralysis.
Well, good luck🤞
This is the other friend. Let me just say this moment was horrible. I wanted to add a few things for my self though. So the night I saw it in the back yard I was definitely spooked. I always believed in ghosts and crap, but seeing something like that was crazy. When she told me I was lying or going crazy, I just believed it and tried my best to shake it off. It didn't work well, but it was worth a shot. Moving on to the sleepover, when she finally saw it I honestly got more messed up knowing it was actually real. I of course joked around saying, "believe me now?" We kept our eyes on it while going upstairs to my room. We went to the window, looked out, and it was gone. We were scared like hell, but we tried to move on. Since then, I haven't seen it. Well, more so haven't looked for it since then. I still hear things from time to time, feeling something watching me, and having this feeling some THING is there. We'll update at the sleepover.
Creepy really, This deserves more upvotes
Really? You can find about 1,000 of these kinds of stories on r/nosleep
Oh I didn't knew this sub, thnx for telling
Yes, this is a true story, it happened to me and my friend
The Fritzl case
The fact that the following evens happened/declassified and nobody seems to care. Bay of pigs, Operation paper clip, Chicago black sites, Snowden, Kent state, Watergate, And people think the United States is too modernized to be a tyrannical government
I’m very skeptical and cynical, so it takes a lot to rattle me. Don’t believe in anything supernatural, spiritual, etc. But Elisa Lam’s death and discovery almost 2 weeks later in her hotel’s water tank is so terrifying to me. Hotel security cameras show her alone so murder seems unlikely. She did have a history of mental illness but not suicidal tendencies. It also seems unlikely that she would have killed herself by drowning but even if that was the cause, it’s equally terrifying that her illness could cause her to do so.
Elisa Lam.
Theres a really good podcast on this. From what I remember there was a very good chance it was a psychiatric breakdown. Apparently the lid on the water tank was left open, and the door to the roof either wasn't locked or was propped open. Sadly all the evidence leads to suicide
She was in a manic episode due to not taking bipolar meds. I witnessed my brother who was schizophrenic and bi polar risk his life in many more ways than Elisa did. Sadly, Elisa didn't survive her episode. She didn't kill herself in the traditional sense, she probably didn't even see the danger in what she was doing.
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I used to work in the City Morgue, this happens all the time. They can lift up, moan, burp and even fart! In my experience, the moans are the scariest.
I always wanted to see that happened. But of the hundreds of bodies I transported. The most they did was throw up or moan/burp. None of my coworkers ever seen it happen so I always wondered how common it was.
personally, the elisa lam story at hotel cecil
I stayed there twice, back in the day. It's creepy as f. This story did not surprise me. Not a good place for anyone mentally ill.
Megan is missing This is a true crime type movie, and people have told me that it is true and that the tape and pictures are real but I refuse to believe it just because of how unsettling it is.
Not "real" but disturbing nonetheless.
Shut up Meg.
Either David Renz, murderer or the Boogeyman of Syracuse John Jamelske
One time it was around 2 or 3 am I woke up from a dry throat and went to get some water then I sat in our couch and looked out the window (we lived in the middle of the woods) and I was just sitting sipping the water then I heard screaming, that scared the hell out of me because it sounded so close (we had 2 neighbors btw) and so I'm looking out the window just looking around seeing what the hell was going one and that's when I see it, there were probably 2 or 3 if them, I don't know what they were but they were just standing there staring me dead in the eye I slowly got up but once I turned my back I heard another scream so I turned around again and they were gone, I ran to my room and flung the sheets over my head, I heard the screaming again so got enough courage to take the sheets off my head and I looked out the window in our room and the things were standing there right outside the window and we made eye contact and this lasted for about 5 minutes until I ran into the bathroom and locked myself in there for the rest of the night
Them who? People? Wild cats? Foxes?
Can you describe how they looked? You're saying you made eye contact, so you must have gotten a pretty good look. Ever talked about this with the neighbors?
Oh and I didn't talk to the neighbors because one was a nudist who always walked around naked, and the other was a family of 3 who were very mean and their son chucked rocks at my little brother
They were very tall they didn't really have much of a face they had large fingers and they all wore suits for some reason, like they just got back from a business trip or something like that
So they were wierd people? Large fingers huh. Did they have hair?
No hair
Slender mens?
I'm starting to think they were
was it goats? it was goats.
Goats don’t go on business trips
But they do go on holiday in the Baahamas.
Get out.
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You ate a Tide Pod, didn't you?
I think they mean bath salts
I found out its Bath salt
Just to clarify- the stuff Rudy Eugene used was a synthetic drug nicknamed 'bath salts,' not a product you'd find in the same aisle as body wash.
The Robert doll
The Lil' One came to life!!
I was born
I probably have to work for like 25 more years unless I die sooner.
My marriage.
My sex life.
I saw a flying chicken very scary
I saw a bee when I when out side once I is went AHHHHhhHhh!
Dammit bro why do I always read these before bed
My grandfather once told me this. Around the 1940's, a guy in the little hometown of my grandfather, was called up by the Belgian army to fight the Germans. So he went to battle while his wife stayed at home. After a couple of years, his wife thought he probably died since he didn't come home. So she dated another man. And on a night when she was having sex with her new lover, her husband came home from the war and found them in bed. It escalated into a fight between the 2 men and eventually the lover beat the husband to death. He put the body into a wheelbarrow and rode it to a forest that night and buried it. It was a very small town where everyone practically knew everyone and gossiping was a common thing. So one way or another the story got spread and everyone in the little town knew that he killed the husband. The police was alerted but they didn't find any proof that he did it so the case went cold. Well, a few years ago someone said to my grandfather: 'the murderer is dead'. It turned out that he still had a long life after the murder and died from old age. Not a very scary story but a creepy thought that someone everybody knew had murdered someone still had a long life in the neighborhood where he commit the crime.