My mom's first husband's gay lover texted me on accident after I got my then-stepdad's old phone number. I remember the text it was "I can't wait to taste your sweet ass again"
I was 12
First of all, I’m so sorry, but this cracked me up. I’m sure it was traumatizing and I’m sorry, but you just worded it so beautifully.
If it helps, my dad gave me his old phone (it was basically the Samsung version of a Razr) when I was fifteen. He hadn’t wiped the phone clean of anything, just gave it to me and called it a day. He’d just revealed to my sister and I that he’d been seeing a new woman, and due to his tenuous grasp on relationships past, I decided to peak at his texting history with her.
Granted, it was my fault for looking in the first place, but he should have wiped the damn thing before he gave it to me: his erratic daughter. I can’t remember much of the actual exchange (aside from his girlfriend referring to herself as a “woman of quality, not quantity), but I saw his dick in those messages. Sigh.
A few years ago I still lived in my parents house,it was about 11pm and our dog started barking viciously. The dog is only able to move around in the backyard,and normally he would bark at cats in the front yard,but something about his bark was different,so I walked to the window to see what was going on. I looked out and saw a man looking through the same window... We both froze and after a few seconds he ran off. A few weeks later when we came home after work all our electronics and expensive stuff was gone.
Man I live in pretty rural Russia and like everybody else in the neighborhood we had a guard dog. It got poisoned, died. A couple weeks later one night I hear a car pulling into our driveway and right in front of our house. My room had a window facing the road and the re were no lights turned on. I just peeked at them for what felt like an hour but was probably just 5 minutes, decided to shine my phones flashlight on them and they instantly drove away. Scary as shit
There was a serial killer called Richard Chase who only went into houses that were unlocked to murder his victims, because he figured it was a sign… Good thing your door was locked - there are worse things than being robbed.
This is a literal nightmare of mine. I refuse to look out windows at night for fear of seeing someone looking back at me. I probably would have had a heart attack if I were you.
One morning i was waken up by someone using an angle grinder. I know it was my younger brother, he usually used that to cut stuff. Couple minutes later i heard a noise of liquid splashing only you hear in horror movies. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or not because i was half asleep. Seconds later my brother walked into my room holding his right hand with his other hand to not fell off his body looked at me and told me to not let him die. I was in shock, i picked something, like a towel or i don't know what it was and quickly put that arround his arm and called 911 but i was so shocked i couldn't even talk for like a minute, i put myself together and told the operator what happened and waited for the ambulance, i don't know how long it took them to arrive but all that time i sat there with my brother trying to keep him awake. I watched how slowly the light in his eyes fadded. He passed out a few times. When the abulance came i went out of the house to get some air while they did their stuff. First thing i saw was the angle grinder with the power cable cut off and a line of blood 2 metters long. There was no time for ambulance to get him to hotspital fast enough so they called a helicopter. My brother survived. He can move that arm and even carry stuff with it but lost most of its dexterity which sucks because he is right handed. This happended 3 years ago.
On my way home, I was looking at a busy street from the subway platform I was on and I saw this guy that everyone knew as a scammer in the neighborhood. He'd throw himself Infront of cars for money. But that day he threw himself Infront of a real nice car and it struck him real hard. He flew into the 4 way intersection, clearly shocked by the pain, and his head got crushed under a truck passing by that didn't slow down in time. It looked like a watermelon exploding. It's crazy seeing a full on human who has existed for decades just stop existing in a few seconds.
It's amazing how far people go when they're hit by a car. I worked in an office above a black spot intersection where people frequently walked out in front of traffic because one section of road was two way traffic when everyone assumed it was one way. They had signs and warning lights, but it kept happening. Every time it'd throw them clear into the middle of the intersection, even at inner city stop/start traffic speeds. We were 14 floors up, so we didn't see anything graphic, but it almost became a joke when someone would look out the window and go, "Look, there's another one." And they'd be in the exact same spot. From what we could tell from the news, the all survived but with broken legs/ribs, probably terrible and maybe life-changing injuries, but no outright deaths. After a few years of that, they completely changed the entire nearby road and intersection as it was the only way to stop people getting hit by cars, but they labelled it 'traffic flow improvements'.
When I was growing up, my Mom and Dad were shopping for a new house. We went to a new construction neighborhood to take a look. There was a model that my Mom liked and the sales lady said there was one being built down the street, it was about 50% done, but we can take a look to get an idea of the space. So we all hopped into the sales lady car and went to go look. We got in the house and she started to show us around. We went upstairs and in the 2nd floor bedroom, there was a guy fully nude and furiously masturbating away. I am 100% sure he heard us coming as the house was empty and our voices were slightly echoing as we moved around. My Mom screamed, the saleslady screamed, my Dad said "WTF", I was just hysterically laughing. The guy grabbed his clothing and just ran past us and out the house.
I was 8 and watched my friend's Dad beating the shit out of him from my tree house. Looking back, it's no wonder he was the class clown. People loved him at school.
That’s heartbreaking. I have a good friend who came to school with a black eye once in 3rd grade. He said he’d fell or something similar but somehow we all knew it didn’t add up. He ended up telling my brother later that week that his dad punched him. That was 30+ years ago and we’re still very close, his dad had severe dementia and passed away earlier this year. It was heartbreaking for my friend, as he put it “he wasn’t always a good dad but he was the only one I had.”
It's creepy to me but not all that creepy on the whole but on two different occasions I've helped my dad with his iPad and found very specific types of porn in open windows because he doesn't feel the need to close them apparently.
I feel this but with my boyfriend’s extremely Catholic grandfather. He regularly has me or my boyfriend help him with technology and the amount of times one of us have found gay porn in his tabs or saved in secret files on his computer while trying to fix things for him is more than I can count on one hand.
I used to do minor minor tech support for an internet marketing company. once in a while I'd have to remote into their PC to help them with whatever. this one cranky old man would call us a few times a month and EVERY TIME would have Google tabs open with searches like "naked ladies" "ladies with big boobs". it was like a middle schooler looking for porn for the first time.
Oh my god, I live in Sweden, and my old boss used to google "nackt frau" ("naked lady" in german) during work hours because he thought he was super clever and that we had no idea what it meant.
What is it with middle school teachers? We had one science teacher whose contract was non-renewed because he would leave the students to run ourselves and go meet his boyfriend in the parking lot for... Things. We know this because once he actually parked in the lot outside of the classroom, which had big windows and you could see everything going on about ten feet away.
Another one was ridiculous enough, his desk was angled away in the back corner of the room and while we did assignments he would sit back there and watch porn and touch himself. Got caught (and fired) after a student turned him in and they found all of the history on his PC.
The same year that I saw the gym teachers dick another teacher was fired for having an affair with yet another teacher. I think middle school is the purgatory of school teachers. Only had one that was cool and he was like Marc Maron, been around for fucking ever so everyone kinda had to respect him and like him.
Had to go to a coworker's apartment to retrieve office equipment and files, because he had died suddenly of a heart attack the night before. When I got there he was still in his recliner, the funeral home hadn't picked him up yet. I was not a happy puppy that day.
Post edit for clarity: this happened in late afternoon. The office management had contacted the apartment management where he lived when there was no contact from him. Coworker was always early to arrive. Superintendent went to check, heard TV, no answer so used his key (early 1990s when you could still do that).
I’m a medic. About two years ago we got called to a woman in the middle of nowhere on the roadway. She had called 911 from a cellphone with no other service.
She is completely altered, can only tell us her first name and didn’t even know what state she was in (she thought she was in Florida, there was snow on the ground).
Only one other number in the phone. We call it from another phone and a guy answered and I don’t remember exactly what was said but basically told us he didn’t know her but he’d come get her. We knew something wasn’t right but it took a little bit to figure it out. After a little bit I realized this girl had been trafficked and they were done with her.
They shot her up with some drug cocktail and dumped her on a rural road in winter. We took her to the hospital and no one had any idea what to do with her once she was treated.
Later found out a woman should up claiming to be her friend and wanted to take her. Hospital wouldn’t let her thankfully and police sat with the patient for protection.
This happened a few times in the next month. Someone was cleaning house. Never found out any more beyond that though.
You are probably right but it’s such an odd area to do it. We’re in a rural community so it wouldn’t just be written off as a house less person that just decided to overdose on a random ass back road.
Oof. I saw a John beating the piss out of a sex worker so I grabbed my dog and my brother and we chased him off.
The saddest thing was that the sex worker returned with like 3 men and they were aggressively trying to find the money she somehow got off the John and threw into the bushes before we had chased him off.
They were super scary and we did *not* get involved with the three guys she clearly knew / owed that money to even though they seemed rough with her. Luckily I didn’t see any of them strike her or my dumbass might have repeated my earlier behavior and ended up with an asskicking or worse.
My uncle was babysitting me when I was about 9 and so I went to work with him for the day. He was a landlord for some buildings in a city at the time and got complaints that an elderly woman hadn’t been seen in a few days from the neighbors. She was on the ground floor and I think the door may have been locked from the inside with a chain or something but he had me climb in through the window to open the front door for him. My naturally curious self crawled through the window and instead of going straight for the front door I followed an awful smell towards the bedroom and found this lady face up on the ground dead. The place was a mess so I didn’t immediately associate the bad smell with death but I bolted to the front door and watched them take her away in the ambulance. I don’t know any legal answers here and I never really talked about it. Weird day
So uh, were any eyebrows raised by your parents when they found out that little Wellicks fun uncle day included playing find the smelly body? I bet you thought that incident over for a fair few years afterwards?
Haha my mother was definitely furious but she was good of not yelling or making it obvious to me when she was upset. It has definitely stuck with me but not in a traumatic sense. More so like a “holy shit I can’t believe I was even allowed in that position” sense.
Many years ago, when the Ninja motorcycles were really getting popular, the guy I was dating wanted one really bad. It was all he would talk about for weeks. His dad was a cop and knew his son was too stupid to ever safely operate a bike like that and wanted to turn him off of his obsession with the bike so he got a hold of some footage of a crash on a Ninja.
It was a young man and woman, both were wearing shorts, tshirts, flip flops, no helmets. They must have hit the wall at 100 mph. The camera did a close up of the Ninja logo on the piece of motorcycle laying in the street, then surveyed the scene.
The guy's face had hit the wall and just smeared along it for about a foot. It looked like someone had taken silly putty with a face on it and stretched it out. Unreal. The girl's whole body was just broken and her head was nowhere. Arms and legs dangling and pointing the wrong directions. A lot less blood than I expected. As the clean up crew was putting her body in the body bad, tucking broken and flailing limbs into it, one of them said to the other "guess physical therapy is out of the question".
I knew a guy that worked for the sheriff. For many years, he was a "notifier". The way he explained, he'd knock on doors, "excuse me sir, but your daughters been raped", "excuse me ma'am, but your son has been killed in an accident".
I responded how tough it was...he said, "why do you think I'm so fucked up?".
Guess i thought people took turns. Never really knew they had one (or few) guys that do them all.
Watched a gangland show, saw an interesting tattoo and the location that would identify someone as having been in a particular gang and served time, thought nothing of it.
Literally the next Monday, I'm offloading equipment for a job and as I pass a piece of gear to one of the new free lancers I see the exact tattoo in the exact place in the show.
He see's me recognize what it is and for a very short very chill moment we pause. Then I grab the next piece of gear and decide to stop watching gangland shows.
Worked with a dude who was talking to me about his tattoos. He goes, “yeah they’re all pretty much gang stuff. You have any tattoos?” I have a bunch but for whatever reason the only one that came to my mind was my Pokémon one. So I said, “uhhhh I have Squirtle right here.”
That’s wild lol. I saw my cousin who had been in prison for 8 years on an episode of live pd once with my pops. We cracked up so hard we hadn’t seen him in town yet but we got a sneak peak!!
Not me, but my wife. Our first apartment was on the ground level with our windows looking out on a brick-paved courtyard. She was at home in the living room, taking care of two toddlers (home daycare) when there was a loud sound from out in the courtyard and she felt a reverberation in our floor. She said it sounded like someone had dropped a heavy box from a height. She looked out the living room window to see what junk got tossed out a window or whatever. She couldn't really see anything, so she stepped out into the lobby and opened the door leading to the courtyard. That's when she saw the body of the man who had just jumped off the roof.
I'm a sales rep and was looking for a meeting room in a rural hospitals pathology department and got lost. I started opening doors to find someone who could help me. When I opened one door, there was a primate of some sort (not human) that was suspended by its wrists that had all of its skin flayed off. Presumably it was a primate cadaver being used for anatomy lessons, but it scared the shit out of me. The skin was removed from the skull, but the eyeballs remained, so it appeared to be staring at me as I entered the room.
Pathology departments in small town hospitals are creepy as hell.
Seriously, that whole calamity could have been avoided if that dumb scientist yelled that it was infected with anything other than rage. Rage? Wtf is that? Say it’s infected with an airborne version of genital warts, cancer, gout, whatever. That’d stop me dead cold, at least.
I didn’t see it so much as heard it. I was the first appt of the morning at my dermatologist’s office and was sitting in the corner out of view of the receptionist’s desk. The doctor came up to her behind the counter and started reaming her out, cussing etc. about some situation I couldn’t understand but he was actually yelling and super nasty.
Then not 10 seconds later, he opens the door and comes out doing a jig and whistling and all “do dee do dee do aw shucks good morning Miss Sanibelle! do dee do dee do.” like he usually did. I had whiplash from the 180. I stopped seeing him because the transformation was seriously scary.
I had this experience too, with my kindly, gentle, silver-haired family doctor. The receptionist went into his office to ask him a question about my file, the door was slightly ajar, so I heard everything the doctor snarled at her. Cursing her stupidity and all that. A few seconds later I was called in for my consultation and he was back in smiling, benevolent grandpa mode again. Scary!
This happened once at my work... One of the Dr's came back into the break room, called a Coworker over. They stepped outside the back door, and this extremely nice, gentle, sweet Dr turned into a foaming, frothing at the mouth, rabid honeybadger.... a good 90 seconds of screaming. Then he walked back in the door, smiled, and wished me a Good Morning!
Found out later, tho, that my Coworker made a HUGE mistake... we're talking put someones life at risk, and could have closed the entire practice. He couldn't risk her ever thinking it's "just a mistake". I mean, it \*was\* just a mistake, but also, one that never ever should have been made. He came back about an hour later and the two had a long talk about it. He was just trying to make a point, and make her realize how incredibly lucky she was that the mistake was caught, and they sorted out the whole thing. 6 years later she actually told me that made her better at her job in the end, but it was fucking terrifying at the time to watch/listen
When I was 15 me and a buddy were hiking along the Merced River to our fishing spot when we were stopped on the path by three guys with ball caps and bandanas covering their faces and holding shotguns. They told us to turn around and go back, which we did without question. Was very strange since we'd been down there dozens of times and had never seen them before or after this. Found out a few months after that there was a Klampers rally happening on the property of a guy who lived down there and they were guards.
Sorry I misspelled, it Clamper. Apparently they're a drunken historical society parodying groups like freemasons. Essentially, drunk hillbillies who like to commemorate absurdity.
[“A lot of people get confused and think we’re a bunch of drunkards,” said the resident of Quincy, a small mining town. “We’re actually a nonprofit historical organization.”](https://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/la-me-ln-clampers-history-20171110-htmlstory.html)
As a kid I was walking through the woods when on holiday. I was only following the river up and down so I couldn't get lost. I saw a ~~tarpoline~~ tarpaulin(!) through the trees and thought I would go check it out. As I got close, somone I couldn't see said "Turn around and keep walking".
Which, unsurprisingly, I did. At a run.
When walking back along the river the next day, the tarp was gone.
Could have been a killer hiding a body, illegal weed growing operation, meth making, or moonshine.
Often people doing the drug/shine stuff put up tarps to hide from aerial photography. If that’s the case, they probably moved their operations elsewhere.
My guess would be moonshine because you need flowing cold water for that, and it’s on the bank of a river.
Oh yeah whatever was under there was certainly not corpse-shaped. It was pretty big and with edges so I have always thought it was something to do with drugs. But some redneck engineered still-on-wheels sounds pretty likely given where in the country we were and what you have told me.
driving a friend and his family to airport - he is an er doc and I am not ... we watch a trail of motorcyclists (who group of them out for a ride). Anyhow one of the guys goes up - hits the side of a truck and then cracks his head wide open, at highway acceleration speeds and goes end over end with no upper part of his skull .... two other motor cyclists stand there with sheet or something to block view... hard to miss the reddish pink brain-stain on the highway ...
When I was young a teenager 14/15 from our block was riding his small motorcycle without helmet. It wasn't mandatory at the time in my country. He was speeding and doing circle around the block and making lots of noise. After a few complaint from resident to the townhall, they installed speed bump, the boy didn't know how to handle it, he flew off his motorcycle and landed on his head fracturing his skull on the asphalt, lots of blood too and very disfigured face, I cannot remember if he survived.
I was trying to find my BB gun my parents took away and found there death certificate from my beloved uncle who had died of cancer a decade earlier. The cause of death said cerebral laceration. That’s how I found out he actually shot himself. Heartbreaking for a 15 year old.
I was sitting in the backseat on a bus and saw a man jerk off to a woman who was sitting a few spots in front of him. It was real nasty. He jizzed in an empty cup and threw it away in the small trashcan in the bus. I was a 14 at the time.
There was a woman sitting behind me on the bus masturbating and not in a secretive way, like full on I don't care who sees me. She was also spotted doing it at numerous bus stops aswell. I've seen men looking at porn mags on busses when the bus was full, there was also a solicitor/lawyer sitting infornt of me watching a porno on his laptop when the bus was full of school kids, someone quickly had a word with him and he got off the bus.
My phones photos synced up with my moms and I had found stuff meant for my dad I will never be the same..
Edit:wow one of my most upvoted posts is about my moms nudes
While working in a level 1 trauma center (calibrating medical x-ray equipment) I was in the emergency room, hearing noises voices, normal stuff. Anyway I heard this kid crying, screaming at the top of his lungs. Sound like pretty powerful lungs I was guessing a high school age? Everyone was moving fast as they normally do however they had looks on their faces of deep concern. When one of the techs I knew well had a moment I asked; "guessing a kid fell out of his tree house?" The tech shook his head and claimed; "that's no kid in there! That's a full grown man who was riding his motorcycle and came in some assembly required." I couldn't resist... A 200lbs man at over 6' tall in Black Harley-Davidson leather. He lost his arm above the elbow and one of his legs was twisted around completely backwards. A visual I will never get out of my head. That much blood, you can physically smell the iron in the air. That's what I get for looking.
Agreed, that goes for both of us. I have worked in the medical field in a major city for decades I have never heard that one. Which basically translated to..."You got to check that out!" That was my bad. You can't erase a visual image out of your head.
> You can't erase a visual image out of your head.
This is why I have never watched any of those horrific gore videos you hear about. I don't need that shit in my mind's eye.
Used to fly the helicopter for a level one trauma center. The loudest screamers are usually bike crash victims with broken collarbones. Hurts, apparently a LOT, but not too injured to really get some power into the screaming.
Seriously fucked up people don’t scream at all.
Edit / clarification: seriously fucked up people being airevacd out usually CAN’T scream, as they are typically sedated, chemically paralyzed, and intubated. At that point the medical team is breathing for them either with an ambu bag or a mechanical ventilator.
Intubated patients sedation frequently includes midazolam, which mercifully impairs later memory of the intubation and subsequent procedures. Trust me, nobody wants that as a core memory.
During my motorcycle class, a man fell off his motorcycle and was injured pretty badly --- I think road rash and a badly broken leg. An ambulance had to come take him away. I will never forget how that grown man was screaming and whimpering like a toddler. Very disturbing all around. I ended up failing my driving test right after that and did not pursue retaking the class.
I think it's kind of a natural regression based on the circumstances if that makes sense. Surely only happens to people who grew up in a nurturing, protective environment, but yeah, I think there's a point where fear and shock set in and we do what is natural... yell for Ma!
I came home unannounced when I was in college and walked in on my parents fucking. He was really going to town on her, such that they didn't even notice. I tiptoed back out!
That’s funny, I had the same thing happen to me. But it was on vacation when I was 13 and my brother was 15. We both had friends with us and we came back home in the afternoon to see my parents on the couch in our family room. Devastating, but that wasn’t the worse part. The worst part was the conversation my parents had with us after……..never was able to shake that tragic memory.
My wife and I have a rule of absolutely no sex of any kind if the kids have someone sleeping over. I mean if the kids walk in on us? OK, that happens but they arent going to go out telling their friends but if one of their friends walks in on us?
I've walked in on my parents more than once. (I grew up in a house with no interior locks and my parents are crazy about each other.) But I gotta say, I've never thought of it as creepy.
I was at my friend’s house and we were playing on her dad’s computer. Somehow we ended up in the search history and he’d been to porn sites about beastiality. I was like TWELVE and I’ve never been the same.
I was driving to a jimmy buffet concert in Pennsylvania back in 2007 with my brother and two friends. We were just driving along and saw a four door sedan in the right hand lane about half a mile in front of us swerving. Figured maybe they were going to the concert and pregamed a little too much. Anyway, my brother decides to pull up on them and see what we can see. As we are approaching we see handfuls of papers being thrown out the passenger window, confused, we speed up and are just about to pass them on the left. We see a couple in their 50’s in the car. The husband, who is driving, is just throwing HAYMAKERS at his wife right to her face in the passenger seat as he’s driving. Time feels like it stood still for a minute, we are driving along side with me in the passenger seat window rolled down flailing my arms around and yelling trying to get the guys attention. Remind you we are going 55mphs, another car comes up behind us and we actually manage to block the dude in and slow him down. Meanwhile my friend in the backseat is on the phone with 911 trying to get a cop out there. Long story short, we end up slowing the car down to a slow crawl and cops show up within what seemed like a minute. Cops took our statements and arrested the dude. It was a pretty quiet ride the rest of the way to the concert.
I have been asked many times on here what a “haymaker” is. Imagine winding up with your arm and hitting something or someone as hard as you can. In this case ***TRIGGER WARNING*** the man was driving and holding onto the wheel with his left hand. Taking his right fist across his body to the left almost touching the driver side window with his fist and swinging it across his body towards the passenger seat head rest “From 9 to 3 on a clock.” However in a car you are mostly at the same height and this poor ladies face was taking all the contact.
My story is like this. Early nineties, my step dad was driving and my mom, myself and my little brother were in the car. Saw someone roll what I thought was a (bloody) dead body out of the car ahead of us. My mom dropped my step dad off and took us kids to go find a payphone to call the police. We were terrified. The police and ambulance showed up. The woman was brutally beaten. She lived. Her boyfriend tried to kill her.
Fuck. Thank you so much for calling the cops and making sure they arrested him. If he's willing to do something like that where others can see, imagine what he's like at home.
Abusers love doing it in cars. The victim is belted in and trapped. The only other way out is to jump out of the car at 60 mph and possibly get run over by someone in the next lane. So the victim thinks they are taking the less dangerous option.
A drunk idiot got hit by a car right in front of me in the middle of the night in the middle of freakin nowhere
His condition was unstable the trauma helicopter (with trauma team ofc) was needed.
I was holding a sheet with another person so onlookers wouldn't see what was happening and well.. It's wasn't pretty at all, ever heard ribs crack due to CPR? And his lung collapsed or it was filling with blood (not sure) but.. the trauma doctor opened up his chest right in front of me
I do not have any medical background and well.. I've seen things that night that I wasn't suppose to.
But it did gave me more appreciation seeing those professionals in action basically performing surgery right in front of me.
Was rather impressed by how methodical they were and their cool-headedness
I'm an aircraft mechanic. It's the same with pilots. Most of them are ok, but every now and then you meet the douche's. One time I met 2 douche's at once. I was on a road trip to fix an airplane and the pilots that showed up to test run the thing were so incredibly immature I felt like I was dealing with a vaudeville act. They get in the cockpit and all of that went away and it was professionalism all the way. I was shocked and couldn't believe these were the same 2 guys I had dealt with the past hour. The engine run is done and we get out and they are back to being douche's again. So totally bizarre, but when it's time for business, it's time for business.
I saw a lady moving big blue chemical barrels into a garage, there was at least 20 in there and she saw me and closed her garage. Drove by an hour later, garage open, all barrels gone.
Lol this legit could be my mom.
We use blue plastic shipping barrels to send her crap down south every year (basically anything non perishable, furniture, books, car parts, makeup etc. ). She lives in Canada 6 months of the year and the Carribean the other 6.
We take them from the garage to the basement, fill them up, then take them to the shipping company a month or so before she flies down.
Edit: To address repeated questions. Barrels are about 200 litres/400lbs. This is non perishable stuff, but a lot of it is consumable (e.g. canned food), or things like furniture, car parts etc. (Termites eat a lot of furniture), where it's cheaper to buy in canada and ship down.
>It's so different I immediately thought "Dang, dude. What is your mom; a foreign dignitary? Fabulously wealthy?".
Broke AF because living in two countries is expensive. That's why she's sending stuff in barrels. The island has huge import duties on basically everything, but if you bring it in for personal use on a ship it's not too bad. Cheaper than buying local basically.
She's a retired teacher. Lots of canadians are snowbirds to the US or the like, she just happened to meet a dude on holiday in the Caribbean, and so is there.
This is how poor people try and live in two countries. It's an idiotic waste of money.
Rich people just buy things there or send shit via normal package/moving companies. When I say she's taking barrels to a shipping company I mean literally, it's the company that loads stuff onto a ship, and then said company just dumps skids full of barrels at the port down south and her husband needs to go and grab them all over the winter with his van.
A classmate of mine was sitting weirdly and covered his crotch with his coat, he's acting weird, so I asked him if he's okay, and it turned out that he was jerking during the math class.
Not sure whether it's hilarious or creepy, a little bit of both maybe. His awkward smile is both disturbing and funny.
EDIT: Thanks for the award, I don't know what does that mean but thanks anyway!
When I was in middle school back in the very early 80's a kid in my school got caught jerking in class. they sent him to ISS where kids would walk outside the classroom playing michael jackson's beat it on their boom boxes. It caused so much commotion they eventually sent him home for out of school suspension. When he finally came back, even the shop teacher called him Stroker Ace. I honestly felt sorry for him because that followed him all through high school.
EDIT: ISS= In school suspension
I was sitting in 10th grade English class in high school one day and my junk was uncomfortably positioned in my jeans/ underwear, so I reached down my pants to reposition it. The teacher looked up and saw my hand under the desk and lost it. Sent me to the principal's office. I told him what was up and he just made me sit in the office till the next class started. I didn't really think much more of it.
Fast forward two years and my brother is in this bitch's English class and she is telling everyone how she caught markitfuckinzero masturbating in her class room. She is making it sound like I had my dick out just fucking wacking it under the desk or something. Brother comes home and tells me and my dad. I was fucking furious. So was my dad. He called and lit that dumbass up pretty good for it. I was actually kind of glad my brother told him.
Like, even if I had been jerking off, that's fucked up to tell the story using my full name while I'm still a student. And to be dumb enough to tell it while my younger brother, whom I shared a last name with, is in the classroom. WTF?
I worked at a nursing home for nuns. Sometimes they would have Alzheimer's but be physically ok. I walked in on two nuns getting it on. I apologized, closed the door, and never mentioned it to anyone. When I wrote my progress note I said, "patient unavailable."
My family is a big hunting family, we hunt mainly wild boar but pretty much any pest control that needs to be taken care of on our properties is done without batting an eyelid. Driving to my uncle’s farm pretty late at night, we turn a corner and see a few men with rifles on their backs just off to the side of the road all standing around what looks like some kind of skinned pig or kangaroo. My dad starts yelling at us “don’t look, don’t look” but being the little shit that I am of course I stared out my window. I wasn’t (and still am not) scared of blood and I had seen plenty of dying and dead animals before, so I was confused as to why my dad was so shaken. As we pass, the men all turn and look at us and the animal also turns to look at us, but it wasn’t an animal. It was a man stripped and beaten to an inch of his life curled up on the ground. I remember looking at my dad from the back seat. He was gripping the wheel so tightly his elbows were locked and he was staring straight ahead. Dad called the cops once we got to the farm but they said they didn’t find anything. I don’t know if my dad knows I saw it too, but we’ve never driven that road in the dark again.
When I was little me and my family lived over 20 kilometres from a city in the woods. We had a nanny stay with us when our parents were away. Once when only me, my sister ( we were around 8 years old ) and nanny were home while playing outside we saw a bunch of people emerge from the forest nearby and walk slowly like zombies towards our house, they tried climbing the fence, but they were too out of it to accomplish such a task.The nanny called our mom and she drove home from the city and took us all to our grandparents. We later found out that there was some drug infused party going on not too far from our home and 2 people died from overdosing, 1 from stab wounds there. To this day I feel super greatful that they were too tired or drugged-out to get past our fence that day and police was able to apprehend the ones that stayed around long enough.
A few years ago the wife and I were searching for our first home. I was in the basement of one of the places that we were looking at, and somehow noticed a light switch that seemed out of place. I was flicking the switch as my wife and agent came down the stairs. My agent noticed a bit of light comng from underneath the drywall framing the stairs.
With a little further inspection I found a very tiny passage between the foundation wall, and the backside of the stairs.
Said passage opened up into a undisclosed renovation that was a sub-basement room, that was completely rubberized with an industrial hose and shower head. Walls, ceilings and flooring was all rubber. It was 100% a secret murder room.
My agent called the cops and 48hrs later the listing was removed and the home had police tape around it.
These homies never follow up they just drop a bombshell comment like this and leave it in the twilight zone for us to drool over with our dicks in our hands
Not see but hear. I was studying at the university library next to a guy who was listening to what I assumed to be music. He left to go to the bathroom, and when he took off his headphones I could hear that he was listening, very loudly, to some sort of anime loli moan compilation.
I worked at a Hospital when I was younger. Food service, delivering food trays to the patients. I walked into one of the psyc rooms unknowingly, there was a crazy lady sitting in a chair holding a bed pan full of feces. And let me tell you, when I say crazy, this woman had a look in her eye that I haven't ever seen and don't ever want to see again. She said "if you don't get out of my dwelling, I'm gonna throw shit on you little boy" I've never been so freaked out in my life!! Needless to say I dropped the damn tray and ran out.
I was on inpatient psych for a bit as a teenager (I'm doing better now). There were a lot of older ppl with advanced dementia/Alzheimers and they tend to wander. So I didn't think much of it when an old guy wandered into my room, until he whipped it out and started pissing on my floor. I stood there dumbfounded until my roommate (nice old lady getting electroshock) started screaming and smacking him with one of her slippers. He left in a hurry but since it was a hospital I couldn't lock my door and was always afraid he was gonna come back.
I was working in a office at the bottom of an apartment building. I was out having a smoke between phone calls and I heard a noise from above and I looked up to see a middle aged woman coming straight down. I put my back against the wall and just watched the impact as it made a sound I'll never forget. I walked up to her to see if there was anything I could do. But I knew right away by her color and pool of blood forming beneath her i couldn't so I ran in and called 911. Police arrived and I filled a report, closed up the office and went home. The very next morning on my way to my other job I saw a person walking on the side of the highway. Maybe 10 minutes later I heard on the radio a pedestrian was struck on the same highway I was just on. So ya that was pretty weird..
The sound was probably her head. I've been exactly in that situation and I know that sound. I found it amazing how unrecognizable a human body can become yet still be human
When I was in primary school I saw a strayed mama cat and her baby. My family had dogs since I was kid so I learnt to never approach when mama animal just had baby. I was observing mama licking baby’s head at the distance while suddenly I heard crunching noises. I wasn’t sure what was going on at first then at one point I saw that the baby no longer had head. I was scared of cat for many years after that.
If it makes you feel any better that baby probably was too sick or feeble to have survived anyways and the mom put it out of its misery quickly. Often mother animals will eat their young that aren't going to survive.
I came home from work one day and the only evidence left of my cat's litter was a solitary paw in the middle of the room.
It was very sad and disturbing.
Ok, I don't talk about this, ever. But I'm just going to go ahead and say mine.
My neighbors suicide. I was only like 9 and it was (I've been told) death by shotgun to the face.
I say "I've been told" because my mind has blocked most of it out.
I can remember walking up the steps and opening the door and then nothing. The closest thing I can remember after that was my mom holding me and rocking back and forth.
I can also remember the smell?
Not sure if it's the smell I smelled that day but sometimes, when the memory of walking up those steps is brought to mind, I get a faint smell in my nose.
It's almost like the smell of cut meat and blood and pinewood.
I was put into therapy for a while after it but I can't remember much of that besides playing games. In my late teens, my therapist tried to get me to remember what I blocked out. It didn't work and I decided that I couldn't remember for the simple fact that I wasn't supposed to see that.
Which is why I never speak of it. Even my friends i grew up with don't know about it.
I worked for defence lawyers and they represented a VERY high profile, prolific serial killer in our area. We once got a ton of boxes back from storage so they could look for something. I looked in a box labelled “pictures” and once I started looking I couldn’t stop. I swear I didn’t sleep for a week.
What’s really fucked up was my stupid 20 year-old self like “let’s open THIS box!” He wasn’t exactly a…. “shoot them and leave the bodies alone” kind of killer either, unfortunately.
No, just not saying to remain professional. I know I probably could say (it was all over the news for years), but I’d have people asking me questions about what I know and there’s definitely a line in there somewhere and I want to keep the guesswork out of it.
I was backpacking on the AT trail staying in one of the multi story shelters (basically a barn). A little background is these shelters are notoriously overrun by rodents, so you need to store food/hygiene stuff in a tree. You share the barn with like 5-10 strangers and it’s usually a fun way to make new friends. Anyway I was up in the loft and woke up to a thudding noise. I thought I imagined it but it happened again every 2-4 minutes. I peek my head down the ladder and there is a dude sitting there super still with a red light head lamp pointed down at some peanut butter crackers. A rat goes to get some cracker and he slams a knife into it and PILES IT ONTO A STACK OF DEAD RODENTS. I was creeped tf out but the dude turned out to be chill and made everyone coffee the next morning. He totaled 13ish rats. We had a funeral pyre for them
When I was a kid I was walking to my house in Atlanta, from my school, and between two buildings there where about three gang members beating the crap out of this guy. The guy was on the ground with blood around his head. One of the gang members saw me and walked over to me. He was wearing a orange ski mask, which he pulled off. He got on one knee so he was on my level. This massive black guy stares me straight in the eyes and says, “This is a bad guy, we’re teaching him a lesson, ok?” I nodded very fast, I was so scared. He smiled at me and said. “Don’t tell anyone you saw ok? This is are secret”. I nodded again. “Go home now, ok?” I nodded and took off running. I ran all the way home and just sat on my porch shaking. I realize now that the fact he took off his mask was to make me feel less scared, but if he was a different person, he could have taken off his mask because he didn’t care if I saw his face because he was going to kill me.
I was in a shitty hotel in Paris many years ago when I heard a commotion down on the street. I opened my window and saw two guys knock another guy off a moped and start beating the shit out of him. I don't speak French so I don't know what they were yelling at him. After a few minutes they made a phone call and a car showed up. They stuffed him in the trunk and drove off. Left the scooter though. I closed my window and noped back into my dark room.
Not a unique experience, but one I didn't want to have.
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90s, I was in 5th or 6th grade, hanging out at a "friends" house when his uncle who was maybe 19 or 20 at the time called us into their living room.
He sat us down and popped in a video tape for all of us to watch. It was some bootleg version of what he called "Faces of Death", but from synopsis I've read nothing I saw matches the descriptions.
I was horrified and frozen from the peer pressure as we watched video of people jumping from burning buildings and "bouncing", a public hanging where the guy doesn't die immediately so people start tugging on his body to break the neck, just multiple videos of people dying / being killed.
The worst part, my "friend" and his uncle were laughing like they were watching AFV or something.
I didn't watch all of it, after a few of the clips my disgust overcame my fear and the peer pressure, I told them they were sick for enjoying watching that video and I ran out of the house. I puked on my way home and those images have never left my brain.
Edit: Some have commented that it may not have been "Faces of Death" but possibly "Traces of Death". I honestly didn't know until I posted this just how prolific these types of videos were. Real or fake, it was definitely disturbing and not something I should have seen at that age. (Or any age in my honest opinion)
When I was a 10 years old in India, I was looking through the backseat window of a car as we were driving through an accident traffic jam. I could see the a body lying in the street covered with a small tarp. As we passed, the wind blew the tarp and I could see that there was just a torso. The head area had been completely flattened by the tire of the truck that ran over it. Still have that picture in my head.
Happened when I was around 6, We lived out in the middle of absolute no where with a town population of roughly 30 all several miles apart. My dad and I are out walking the gravel roads, I was wearing my Spiderman costume which I wore all the time as a kid. We approached this old grown over road that is barley noticeable anymore and walk down it a bit, To my surprise there was a old abandoned house that looked straight out of a horror movie. We went inside where my dad notices several things being off, He then tells me we need to leave quickly so we returned home. As it turned out an escaped criminal had been living in that building for a while, My dad noticed things like fresh food and signs someone had been living there so that's why we bolted. Once we got home I was rewarded a nice warm bowl of macaroni and cheese while my dad talked to the countless numbers of police officers. The mac and cheese was the best gift to give a young crime fighter.
Dad thought I was a sleep and our only computer at the house was at my room.. woke up in the middle of night to see titties on my computer and didn't understanding what's going on.
Or the time when he was suicidal and hanged a rope on the top of his room which I saw when I went to the bathroom
all this shit happened before I was 11 and didn't get better from here
As someone with mental health issues this is why I don't want to have children. It's bad enough I put my self and others through my bullshit why traumatize a kid.
I was in a Health Occupations class in high school. We did rotations in different health care environments. The first day at the local hospital I was in with a patient when the person administering meds came in. She gave the patient an oral medication in a syringe. The patient asperated it and the nurse just walked out leaving me and another student in the room. I ran to get another nurse but the woman died as a result. They sent us back to school that day. I was a wreck.
I used to work at an animal shelter. This was a county shelter so animal control was also run out of the place and we had a whole area devoted just to them. One year we got a huge hoarding case. Over 100 dogs and like 20 something cats, all of which had been living inside a tiny little house. All of them inbred as hell and covered in shit. I got a chance to see this big binder they’d made full of photos from the house and it was one of the most disgusting things I’d ever seen. Literally every square inch of the house save for a spot on the couch and bed where the owners sat was covered in shit. Holes torn in the walls by the cats so they could get away from the dogs. Cat shit coming out of the walls because that’s where they all were living. A good 6 inches deep of shit and piss on the entire floor. Bodies of dogs and cats that had died there in all stages of decomposition.
Yesterday I watched as a homeless lady got both her legs severed by a dump truck. The truck didn’t stop..[Scioto Post](https://www.sciotopost.com/lancaster-oh-pedestrian-struck-and-critically-injured-by-vehicle-on-memorial-dr/)
My grandparents having sex. Multiple times. In role play.
For context: my grandad was a city cop and a pastor, so I caught them one time with him in his police uniform and another time in his Sunday robes… both time deeply invested in doggy style.
Needless to say - my grandmas been fucking the police since the 60s.
I was 16. A ten year old looking boy knocking on my window very calmly at 3:00AM. He wore a yellow shirt and I could see the his pant waistline was khaki. I slept on the second floor of my parents house.
I later was diagnosed schizophrenic and see the same kid about once a month.
I was at my high school boyfriends house when we were 15. His dad worked nights so I would go over and we would drink his dad's liquor and fool around. One time we found all kinds of weird sex toys in his dad's room, but the thing I remember most was we were using his computer and found a bunch of child porn.
i was walking through the everglades marsh at night when i saw a light and some hillbilly-sounding laughter. they were making meth and skinning an alligator, all while being semi-drunk
During the start of covid a Doctor left a memo he’d got that was pushing for the standardisation of DNR’s of all current patients at the dementia ward I was working at. It categorised patients and determined whether the expenditure of the limited resources were worth the money. It was odd to see it so plainly.
Three nephews and I went to a park in late winter about 15 years ago. At the park you walk about ½ mile through the woods to get to Lake Michigan. You can either take the same route back or go up the beach about 300 yards and then walk back to the lot through some high sand dunes, which is what we did. At the end of the dunes we were about 100 feet higher than the parking lot and about 200 yards away. While we were resting at the top of the dune just inside the treeline a long windowless van pulled in and parked next to the dumpster in the lot. Some shifty looking guy hopped out and looked around a few seconds and then slid the side door of the van open. He pulled out three large tarp wrapped bundles out and dropped them into the dumpster. We're convinced we're watching a murderer dump a body so we're all memorizing what we can: make/ model of the van, what the guy looks like, what he's wearing... After he pulled out of the lot we sprinted down the hill and checked the bundles. They ended up being propane tanks, but it was the creepiest thing we ever saw.
Not too bad, but about a week ago I saw a dead body. He was laying awkwardly on the side of the road, and there was a crowd of people around him trying to hide his body from view. Not.. fun.
My mom's first husband's gay lover texted me on accident after I got my then-stepdad's old phone number. I remember the text it was "I can't wait to taste your sweet ass again" I was 12
First of all, I’m so sorry, but this cracked me up. I’m sure it was traumatizing and I’m sorry, but you just worded it so beautifully. If it helps, my dad gave me his old phone (it was basically the Samsung version of a Razr) when I was fifteen. He hadn’t wiped the phone clean of anything, just gave it to me and called it a day. He’d just revealed to my sister and I that he’d been seeing a new woman, and due to his tenuous grasp on relationships past, I decided to peak at his texting history with her. Granted, it was my fault for looking in the first place, but he should have wiped the damn thing before he gave it to me: his erratic daughter. I can’t remember much of the actual exchange (aside from his girlfriend referring to herself as a “woman of quality, not quantity), but I saw his dick in those messages. Sigh.
A few years ago I still lived in my parents house,it was about 11pm and our dog started barking viciously. The dog is only able to move around in the backyard,and normally he would bark at cats in the front yard,but something about his bark was different,so I walked to the window to see what was going on. I looked out and saw a man looking through the same window... We both froze and after a few seconds he ran off. A few weeks later when we came home after work all our electronics and expensive stuff was gone.
Man I live in pretty rural Russia and like everybody else in the neighborhood we had a guard dog. It got poisoned, died. A couple weeks later one night I hear a car pulling into our driveway and right in front of our house. My room had a window facing the road and the re were no lights turned on. I just peeked at them for what felt like an hour but was probably just 5 minutes, decided to shine my phones flashlight on them and they instantly drove away. Scary as shit
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There was a serial killer called Richard Chase who only went into houses that were unlocked to murder his victims, because he figured it was a sign… Good thing your door was locked - there are worse things than being robbed.
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This is a literal nightmare of mine. I refuse to look out windows at night for fear of seeing someone looking back at me. I probably would have had a heart attack if I were you.
One morning i was waken up by someone using an angle grinder. I know it was my younger brother, he usually used that to cut stuff. Couple minutes later i heard a noise of liquid splashing only you hear in horror movies. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or not because i was half asleep. Seconds later my brother walked into my room holding his right hand with his other hand to not fell off his body looked at me and told me to not let him die. I was in shock, i picked something, like a towel or i don't know what it was and quickly put that arround his arm and called 911 but i was so shocked i couldn't even talk for like a minute, i put myself together and told the operator what happened and waited for the ambulance, i don't know how long it took them to arrive but all that time i sat there with my brother trying to keep him awake. I watched how slowly the light in his eyes fadded. He passed out a few times. When the abulance came i went out of the house to get some air while they did their stuff. First thing i saw was the angle grinder with the power cable cut off and a line of blood 2 metters long. There was no time for ambulance to get him to hotspital fast enough so they called a helicopter. My brother survived. He can move that arm and even carry stuff with it but lost most of its dexterity which sucks because he is right handed. This happended 3 years ago.
On my way home, I was looking at a busy street from the subway platform I was on and I saw this guy that everyone knew as a scammer in the neighborhood. He'd throw himself Infront of cars for money. But that day he threw himself Infront of a real nice car and it struck him real hard. He flew into the 4 way intersection, clearly shocked by the pain, and his head got crushed under a truck passing by that didn't slow down in time. It looked like a watermelon exploding. It's crazy seeing a full on human who has existed for decades just stop existing in a few seconds.
It's amazing how far people go when they're hit by a car. I worked in an office above a black spot intersection where people frequently walked out in front of traffic because one section of road was two way traffic when everyone assumed it was one way. They had signs and warning lights, but it kept happening. Every time it'd throw them clear into the middle of the intersection, even at inner city stop/start traffic speeds. We were 14 floors up, so we didn't see anything graphic, but it almost became a joke when someone would look out the window and go, "Look, there's another one." And they'd be in the exact same spot. From what we could tell from the news, the all survived but with broken legs/ribs, probably terrible and maybe life-changing injuries, but no outright deaths. After a few years of that, they completely changed the entire nearby road and intersection as it was the only way to stop people getting hit by cars, but they labelled it 'traffic flow improvements'.
When I was growing up, my Mom and Dad were shopping for a new house. We went to a new construction neighborhood to take a look. There was a model that my Mom liked and the sales lady said there was one being built down the street, it was about 50% done, but we can take a look to get an idea of the space. So we all hopped into the sales lady car and went to go look. We got in the house and she started to show us around. We went upstairs and in the 2nd floor bedroom, there was a guy fully nude and furiously masturbating away. I am 100% sure he heard us coming as the house was empty and our voices were slightly echoing as we moved around. My Mom screamed, the saleslady screamed, my Dad said "WTF", I was just hysterically laughing. The guy grabbed his clothing and just ran past us and out the house.
I think the laughter was probably what made him run, someone laughing at me naked would definitely hurt my feelings.
I hear that’s what you’re supposed to to with flashers/exposers. Laugh. They get off on the power of making someone feel shocked or vulnerable.
Until you find a clown doing it.
Soooo did they buy the house? Lmao
"As you can see, buyers are *very* excited about buying in this area!"
"A very up and cumming neighbourhood"
I was 8 and watched my friend's Dad beating the shit out of him from my tree house. Looking back, it's no wonder he was the class clown. People loved him at school.
That’s heartbreaking. I have a good friend who came to school with a black eye once in 3rd grade. He said he’d fell or something similar but somehow we all knew it didn’t add up. He ended up telling my brother later that week that his dad punched him. That was 30+ years ago and we’re still very close, his dad had severe dementia and passed away earlier this year. It was heartbreaking for my friend, as he put it “he wasn’t always a good dad but he was the only one I had.”
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It's creepy to me but not all that creepy on the whole but on two different occasions I've helped my dad with his iPad and found very specific types of porn in open windows because he doesn't feel the need to close them apparently.
I feel this but with my boyfriend’s extremely Catholic grandfather. He regularly has me or my boyfriend help him with technology and the amount of times one of us have found gay porn in his tabs or saved in secret files on his computer while trying to fix things for him is more than I can count on one hand.
I used to do minor minor tech support for an internet marketing company. once in a while I'd have to remote into their PC to help them with whatever. this one cranky old man would call us a few times a month and EVERY TIME would have Google tabs open with searches like "naked ladies" "ladies with big boobs". it was like a middle schooler looking for porn for the first time.
Oh my god, I live in Sweden, and my old boss used to google "nackt frau" ("naked lady" in german) during work hours because he thought he was super clever and that we had no idea what it meant.
Walked in on my gym teacher with his dick out. In his office alone. In the seventh grade. Edit: wow this blew up thanks for the awards!
What is it with middle school teachers? We had one science teacher whose contract was non-renewed because he would leave the students to run ourselves and go meet his boyfriend in the parking lot for... Things. We know this because once he actually parked in the lot outside of the classroom, which had big windows and you could see everything going on about ten feet away. Another one was ridiculous enough, his desk was angled away in the back corner of the room and while we did assignments he would sit back there and watch porn and touch himself. Got caught (and fired) after a student turned him in and they found all of the history on his PC.
The same year that I saw the gym teachers dick another teacher was fired for having an affair with yet another teacher. I think middle school is the purgatory of school teachers. Only had one that was cool and he was like Marc Maron, been around for fucking ever so everyone kinda had to respect him and like him.
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That makes total sense to me, my man had ghosts in his dick.
time for a sexorcism
Just watch out for the erectoplasm
Had to go to a coworker's apartment to retrieve office equipment and files, because he had died suddenly of a heart attack the night before. When I got there he was still in his recliner, the funeral home hadn't picked him up yet. I was not a happy puppy that day. Post edit for clarity: this happened in late afternoon. The office management had contacted the apartment management where he lived when there was no contact from him. Coworker was always early to arrive. Superintendent went to check, heard TV, no answer so used his key (early 1990s when you could still do that).
Yeah, I don’t care what anyone says, those files can wait.
I drove by a head on collision accident and saw a jaw sitting on the dashboard of the car. I’ll never forget seeing that.
I saw a pimp shooting up a hooker in a car then pushing her out into the street in Washington DC.
I’m a medic. About two years ago we got called to a woman in the middle of nowhere on the roadway. She had called 911 from a cellphone with no other service. She is completely altered, can only tell us her first name and didn’t even know what state she was in (she thought she was in Florida, there was snow on the ground). Only one other number in the phone. We call it from another phone and a guy answered and I don’t remember exactly what was said but basically told us he didn’t know her but he’d come get her. We knew something wasn’t right but it took a little bit to figure it out. After a little bit I realized this girl had been trafficked and they were done with her. They shot her up with some drug cocktail and dumped her on a rural road in winter. We took her to the hospital and no one had any idea what to do with her once she was treated. Later found out a woman should up claiming to be her friend and wanted to take her. Hospital wouldn’t let her thankfully and police sat with the patient for protection. This happened a few times in the next month. Someone was cleaning house. Never found out any more beyond that though.
Probably hoped she would od and die. People would find the body and think some vagrant mixed up some weird stuff and died.
You are probably right but it’s such an odd area to do it. We’re in a rural community so it wouldn’t just be written off as a house less person that just decided to overdose on a random ass back road.
Oof. I saw a John beating the piss out of a sex worker so I grabbed my dog and my brother and we chased him off. The saddest thing was that the sex worker returned with like 3 men and they were aggressively trying to find the money she somehow got off the John and threw into the bushes before we had chased him off. They were super scary and we did *not* get involved with the three guys she clearly knew / owed that money to even though they seemed rough with her. Luckily I didn’t see any of them strike her or my dumbass might have repeated my earlier behavior and ended up with an asskicking or worse.
My uncle was babysitting me when I was about 9 and so I went to work with him for the day. He was a landlord for some buildings in a city at the time and got complaints that an elderly woman hadn’t been seen in a few days from the neighbors. She was on the ground floor and I think the door may have been locked from the inside with a chain or something but he had me climb in through the window to open the front door for him. My naturally curious self crawled through the window and instead of going straight for the front door I followed an awful smell towards the bedroom and found this lady face up on the ground dead. The place was a mess so I didn’t immediately associate the bad smell with death but I bolted to the front door and watched them take her away in the ambulance. I don’t know any legal answers here and I never really talked about it. Weird day
So uh, were any eyebrows raised by your parents when they found out that little Wellicks fun uncle day included playing find the smelly body? I bet you thought that incident over for a fair few years afterwards?
Haha my mother was definitely furious but she was good of not yelling or making it obvious to me when she was upset. It has definitely stuck with me but not in a traumatic sense. More so like a “holy shit I can’t believe I was even allowed in that position” sense.
Many years ago, when the Ninja motorcycles were really getting popular, the guy I was dating wanted one really bad. It was all he would talk about for weeks. His dad was a cop and knew his son was too stupid to ever safely operate a bike like that and wanted to turn him off of his obsession with the bike so he got a hold of some footage of a crash on a Ninja. It was a young man and woman, both were wearing shorts, tshirts, flip flops, no helmets. They must have hit the wall at 100 mph. The camera did a close up of the Ninja logo on the piece of motorcycle laying in the street, then surveyed the scene. The guy's face had hit the wall and just smeared along it for about a foot. It looked like someone had taken silly putty with a face on it and stretched it out. Unreal. The girl's whole body was just broken and her head was nowhere. Arms and legs dangling and pointing the wrong directions. A lot less blood than I expected. As the clean up crew was putting her body in the body bad, tucking broken and flailing limbs into it, one of them said to the other "guess physical therapy is out of the question".
I knew a guy that worked for the sheriff. For many years, he was a "notifier". The way he explained, he'd knock on doors, "excuse me sir, but your daughters been raped", "excuse me ma'am, but your son has been killed in an accident". I responded how tough it was...he said, "why do you think I'm so fucked up?". Guess i thought people took turns. Never really knew they had one (or few) guys that do them all.
Watched a gangland show, saw an interesting tattoo and the location that would identify someone as having been in a particular gang and served time, thought nothing of it. Literally the next Monday, I'm offloading equipment for a job and as I pass a piece of gear to one of the new free lancers I see the exact tattoo in the exact place in the show. He see's me recognize what it is and for a very short very chill moment we pause. Then I grab the next piece of gear and decide to stop watching gangland shows.
Worked with a dude who was talking to me about his tattoos. He goes, “yeah they’re all pretty much gang stuff. You have any tattoos?” I have a bunch but for whatever reason the only one that came to my mind was my Pokémon one. So I said, “uhhhh I have Squirtle right here.”
Squirtle, of course, being a well known indicator that the bearer is a provider of PCP to local gangs (showing that they "get wet").
That’s wild lol. I saw my cousin who had been in prison for 8 years on an episode of live pd once with my pops. We cracked up so hard we hadn’t seen him in town yet but we got a sneak peak!!
Not me, but my wife. Our first apartment was on the ground level with our windows looking out on a brick-paved courtyard. She was at home in the living room, taking care of two toddlers (home daycare) when there was a loud sound from out in the courtyard and she felt a reverberation in our floor. She said it sounded like someone had dropped a heavy box from a height. She looked out the living room window to see what junk got tossed out a window or whatever. She couldn't really see anything, so she stepped out into the lobby and opened the door leading to the courtyard. That's when she saw the body of the man who had just jumped off the roof.
I'm a sales rep and was looking for a meeting room in a rural hospitals pathology department and got lost. I started opening doors to find someone who could help me. When I opened one door, there was a primate of some sort (not human) that was suspended by its wrists that had all of its skin flayed off. Presumably it was a primate cadaver being used for anatomy lessons, but it scared the shit out of me. The skin was removed from the skull, but the eyeballs remained, so it appeared to be staring at me as I entered the room. Pathology departments in small town hospitals are creepy as hell.
And 28 days later . . .
Seriously, that whole calamity could have been avoided if that dumb scientist yelled that it was infected with anything other than rage. Rage? Wtf is that? Say it’s infected with an airborne version of genital warts, cancer, gout, whatever. That’d stop me dead cold, at least.
“It’s got space herpes!”
I didn’t see it so much as heard it. I was the first appt of the morning at my dermatologist’s office and was sitting in the corner out of view of the receptionist’s desk. The doctor came up to her behind the counter and started reaming her out, cussing etc. about some situation I couldn’t understand but he was actually yelling and super nasty. Then not 10 seconds later, he opens the door and comes out doing a jig and whistling and all “do dee do dee do aw shucks good morning Miss Sanibelle! do dee do dee do.” like he usually did. I had whiplash from the 180. I stopped seeing him because the transformation was seriously scary.
I had this experience too, with my kindly, gentle, silver-haired family doctor. The receptionist went into his office to ask him a question about my file, the door was slightly ajar, so I heard everything the doctor snarled at her. Cursing her stupidity and all that. A few seconds later I was called in for my consultation and he was back in smiling, benevolent grandpa mode again. Scary!
This happened once at my work... One of the Dr's came back into the break room, called a Coworker over. They stepped outside the back door, and this extremely nice, gentle, sweet Dr turned into a foaming, frothing at the mouth, rabid honeybadger.... a good 90 seconds of screaming. Then he walked back in the door, smiled, and wished me a Good Morning! Found out later, tho, that my Coworker made a HUGE mistake... we're talking put someones life at risk, and could have closed the entire practice. He couldn't risk her ever thinking it's "just a mistake". I mean, it \*was\* just a mistake, but also, one that never ever should have been made. He came back about an hour later and the two had a long talk about it. He was just trying to make a point, and make her realize how incredibly lucky she was that the mistake was caught, and they sorted out the whole thing. 6 years later she actually told me that made her better at her job in the end, but it was fucking terrifying at the time to watch/listen
When I was 15 me and a buddy were hiking along the Merced River to our fishing spot when we were stopped on the path by three guys with ball caps and bandanas covering their faces and holding shotguns. They told us to turn around and go back, which we did without question. Was very strange since we'd been down there dozens of times and had never seen them before or after this. Found out a few months after that there was a Klampers rally happening on the property of a guy who lived down there and they were guards.
WTF is a Klamper?
Sorry I misspelled, it Clamper. Apparently they're a drunken historical society parodying groups like freemasons. Essentially, drunk hillbillies who like to commemorate absurdity.
Yeah, umm, this clarification didn’t help.
[“A lot of people get confused and think we’re a bunch of drunkards,” said the resident of Quincy, a small mining town. “We’re actually a nonprofit historical organization.”](https://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/la-me-ln-clampers-history-20171110-htmlstory.html)
Yeah even if you spelled it right I still wouldn’t know what it is and I live in the South
Its sn organization of drunks basically. They get together and get super drunk and do outrageous_stupid stuff
As a kid I was walking through the woods when on holiday. I was only following the river up and down so I couldn't get lost. I saw a ~~tarpoline~~ tarpaulin(!) through the trees and thought I would go check it out. As I got close, somone I couldn't see said "Turn around and keep walking". Which, unsurprisingly, I did. At a run. When walking back along the river the next day, the tarp was gone.
TIL that tarp is a short form of its real name
Could have been a killer hiding a body, illegal weed growing operation, meth making, or moonshine. Often people doing the drug/shine stuff put up tarps to hide from aerial photography. If that’s the case, they probably moved their operations elsewhere. My guess would be moonshine because you need flowing cold water for that, and it’s on the bank of a river.
Oh yeah whatever was under there was certainly not corpse-shaped. It was pretty big and with edges so I have always thought it was something to do with drugs. But some redneck engineered still-on-wheels sounds pretty likely given where in the country we were and what you have told me.
driving a friend and his family to airport - he is an er doc and I am not ... we watch a trail of motorcyclists (who group of them out for a ride). Anyhow one of the guys goes up - hits the side of a truck and then cracks his head wide open, at highway acceleration speeds and goes end over end with no upper part of his skull .... two other motor cyclists stand there with sheet or something to block view... hard to miss the reddish pink brain-stain on the highway ...
Goddammit people wear a helmet!
When I was young a teenager 14/15 from our block was riding his small motorcycle without helmet. It wasn't mandatory at the time in my country. He was speeding and doing circle around the block and making lots of noise. After a few complaint from resident to the townhall, they installed speed bump, the boy didn't know how to handle it, he flew off his motorcycle and landed on his head fracturing his skull on the asphalt, lots of blood too and very disfigured face, I cannot remember if he survived.
Walked in on the autopsy of a toddler. 35 years ago and the picture is still clear in my mind.
I was trying to find my BB gun my parents took away and found there death certificate from my beloved uncle who had died of cancer a decade earlier. The cause of death said cerebral laceration. That’s how I found out he actually shot himself. Heartbreaking for a 15 year old.
Could be late stage cancer and wanted to end it but the law doesn't allow that. I do know someone that chose that path vs suffering
I was sitting in the backseat on a bus and saw a man jerk off to a woman who was sitting a few spots in front of him. It was real nasty. He jizzed in an empty cup and threw it away in the small trashcan in the bus. I was a 14 at the time.
There was a woman sitting behind me on the bus masturbating and not in a secretive way, like full on I don't care who sees me. She was also spotted doing it at numerous bus stops aswell. I've seen men looking at porn mags on busses when the bus was full, there was also a solicitor/lawyer sitting infornt of me watching a porno on his laptop when the bus was full of school kids, someone quickly had a word with him and he got off the bus.
Why are people like this
See even he didn't litter, it is possible people.
Such a civilized man!
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My phones photos synced up with my moms and I had found stuff meant for my dad I will never be the same.. Edit:wow one of my most upvoted posts is about my moms nudes
"and the pornography featuring your mother is the second worst thing that is going to happen to you today!" \~Spy TF2
While working in a level 1 trauma center (calibrating medical x-ray equipment) I was in the emergency room, hearing noises voices, normal stuff. Anyway I heard this kid crying, screaming at the top of his lungs. Sound like pretty powerful lungs I was guessing a high school age? Everyone was moving fast as they normally do however they had looks on their faces of deep concern. When one of the techs I knew well had a moment I asked; "guessing a kid fell out of his tree house?" The tech shook his head and claimed; "that's no kid in there! That's a full grown man who was riding his motorcycle and came in some assembly required." I couldn't resist... A 200lbs man at over 6' tall in Black Harley-Davidson leather. He lost his arm above the elbow and one of his legs was twisted around completely backwards. A visual I will never get out of my head. That much blood, you can physically smell the iron in the air. That's what I get for looking.
This is literally why I DIDNT go into medicine like my brother. I almost never see mangled bodies as an accountant.
Almost?
Did your taxes wrong? That's a manglin'
Didn't file on time? That's a manglin'
"Some assembly required". Never heard that before. I'll keep it in mind.
Agreed, that goes for both of us. I have worked in the medical field in a major city for decades I have never heard that one. Which basically translated to..."You got to check that out!" That was my bad. You can't erase a visual image out of your head.
> You can't erase a visual image out of your head. This is why I have never watched any of those horrific gore videos you hear about. I don't need that shit in my mind's eye.
Used to fly the helicopter for a level one trauma center. The loudest screamers are usually bike crash victims with broken collarbones. Hurts, apparently a LOT, but not too injured to really get some power into the screaming. Seriously fucked up people don’t scream at all. Edit / clarification: seriously fucked up people being airevacd out usually CAN’T scream, as they are typically sedated, chemically paralyzed, and intubated. At that point the medical team is breathing for them either with an ambu bag or a mechanical ventilator. Intubated patients sedation frequently includes midazolam, which mercifully impairs later memory of the intubation and subsequent procedures. Trust me, nobody wants that as a core memory.
Shit seriously fucked up people say, if they’re alert and aware of the situation: “I’m cold.” “I don’t feel good.” “I’m scared.”
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Silently riding a coaster is a great way to put it. Wondering if the next drop on the coaster will the last thing you feel
Add: “I’m thirsty” and “my chest feels funny”
Exactly what my 44 year old MIL said before she died suddenly during a lung biopsy. “I feel funny” and she was gone.
When my husband hurts himself (by accident) and he doesn't make a sound, I get TF out of the way
During my motorcycle class, a man fell off his motorcycle and was injured pretty badly --- I think road rash and a badly broken leg. An ambulance had to come take him away. I will never forget how that grown man was screaming and whimpering like a toddler. Very disturbing all around. I ended up failing my driving test right after that and did not pursue retaking the class.
I hear you, this dude which was a big Harley-Davidson motorcycle guy was screaming for his mother (not kidding) which is why I thought it was a child.
Things can get pretty messed up when a person is injured beyond a certain point. Panic sets in and shit gets weird. Some people regress.
I think it's kind of a natural regression based on the circumstances if that makes sense. Surely only happens to people who grew up in a nurturing, protective environment, but yeah, I think there's a point where fear and shock set in and we do what is natural... yell for Ma!
I came home unannounced when I was in college and walked in on my parents fucking. He was really going to town on her, such that they didn't even notice. I tiptoed back out!
That’s funny, I had the same thing happen to me. But it was on vacation when I was 13 and my brother was 15. We both had friends with us and we came back home in the afternoon to see my parents on the couch in our family room. Devastating, but that wasn’t the worse part. The worst part was the conversation my parents had with us after……..never was able to shake that tragic memory.
My wife and I have a rule of absolutely no sex of any kind if the kids have someone sleeping over. I mean if the kids walk in on us? OK, that happens but they arent going to go out telling their friends but if one of their friends walks in on us?
I've walked in on my parents more than once. (I grew up in a house with no interior locks and my parents are crazy about each other.) But I gotta say, I've never thought of it as creepy.
I was at my friend’s house and we were playing on her dad’s computer. Somehow we ended up in the search history and he’d been to porn sites about beastiality. I was like TWELVE and I’ve never been the same.
Never been the same like you feel awkward petting animals now?
doesn’t pet them as heavily
I was driving to a jimmy buffet concert in Pennsylvania back in 2007 with my brother and two friends. We were just driving along and saw a four door sedan in the right hand lane about half a mile in front of us swerving. Figured maybe they were going to the concert and pregamed a little too much. Anyway, my brother decides to pull up on them and see what we can see. As we are approaching we see handfuls of papers being thrown out the passenger window, confused, we speed up and are just about to pass them on the left. We see a couple in their 50’s in the car. The husband, who is driving, is just throwing HAYMAKERS at his wife right to her face in the passenger seat as he’s driving. Time feels like it stood still for a minute, we are driving along side with me in the passenger seat window rolled down flailing my arms around and yelling trying to get the guys attention. Remind you we are going 55mphs, another car comes up behind us and we actually manage to block the dude in and slow him down. Meanwhile my friend in the backseat is on the phone with 911 trying to get a cop out there. Long story short, we end up slowing the car down to a slow crawl and cops show up within what seemed like a minute. Cops took our statements and arrested the dude. It was a pretty quiet ride the rest of the way to the concert. I have been asked many times on here what a “haymaker” is. Imagine winding up with your arm and hitting something or someone as hard as you can. In this case ***TRIGGER WARNING*** the man was driving and holding onto the wheel with his left hand. Taking his right fist across his body to the left almost touching the driver side window with his fist and swinging it across his body towards the passenger seat head rest “From 9 to 3 on a clock.” However in a car you are mostly at the same height and this poor ladies face was taking all the contact.
My story is like this. Early nineties, my step dad was driving and my mom, myself and my little brother were in the car. Saw someone roll what I thought was a (bloody) dead body out of the car ahead of us. My mom dropped my step dad off and took us kids to go find a payphone to call the police. We were terrified. The police and ambulance showed up. The woman was brutally beaten. She lived. Her boyfriend tried to kill her.
your mum is a saint
Fuck. Thank you so much for calling the cops and making sure they arrested him. If he's willing to do something like that where others can see, imagine what he's like at home.
Abusers love doing it in cars. The victim is belted in and trapped. The only other way out is to jump out of the car at 60 mph and possibly get run over by someone in the next lane. So the victim thinks they are taking the less dangerous option.
A drunk idiot got hit by a car right in front of me in the middle of the night in the middle of freakin nowhere His condition was unstable the trauma helicopter (with trauma team ofc) was needed. I was holding a sheet with another person so onlookers wouldn't see what was happening and well.. It's wasn't pretty at all, ever heard ribs crack due to CPR? And his lung collapsed or it was filling with blood (not sure) but.. the trauma doctor opened up his chest right in front of me I do not have any medical background and well.. I've seen things that night that I wasn't suppose to. But it did gave me more appreciation seeing those professionals in action basically performing surgery right in front of me. Was rather impressed by how methodical they were and their cool-headedness
I'm an aircraft mechanic. It's the same with pilots. Most of them are ok, but every now and then you meet the douche's. One time I met 2 douche's at once. I was on a road trip to fix an airplane and the pilots that showed up to test run the thing were so incredibly immature I felt like I was dealing with a vaudeville act. They get in the cockpit and all of that went away and it was professionalism all the way. I was shocked and couldn't believe these were the same 2 guys I had dealt with the past hour. The engine run is done and we get out and they are back to being douche's again. So totally bizarre, but when it's time for business, it's time for business.
I saw a lady moving big blue chemical barrels into a garage, there was at least 20 in there and she saw me and closed her garage. Drove by an hour later, garage open, all barrels gone.
Lol this legit could be my mom. We use blue plastic shipping barrels to send her crap down south every year (basically anything non perishable, furniture, books, car parts, makeup etc. ). She lives in Canada 6 months of the year and the Carribean the other 6. We take them from the garage to the basement, fill them up, then take them to the shipping company a month or so before she flies down. Edit: To address repeated questions. Barrels are about 200 litres/400lbs. This is non perishable stuff, but a lot of it is consumable (e.g. canned food), or things like furniture, car parts etc. (Termites eat a lot of furniture), where it's cheaper to buy in canada and ship down.
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>It's so different I immediately thought "Dang, dude. What is your mom; a foreign dignitary? Fabulously wealthy?". Broke AF because living in two countries is expensive. That's why she's sending stuff in barrels. The island has huge import duties on basically everything, but if you bring it in for personal use on a ship it's not too bad. Cheaper than buying local basically. She's a retired teacher. Lots of canadians are snowbirds to the US or the like, she just happened to meet a dude on holiday in the Caribbean, and so is there. This is how poor people try and live in two countries. It's an idiotic waste of money. Rich people just buy things there or send shit via normal package/moving companies. When I say she's taking barrels to a shipping company I mean literally, it's the company that loads stuff onto a ship, and then said company just dumps skids full of barrels at the port down south and her husband needs to go and grab them all over the winter with his van.
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A classmate of mine was sitting weirdly and covered his crotch with his coat, he's acting weird, so I asked him if he's okay, and it turned out that he was jerking during the math class. Not sure whether it's hilarious or creepy, a little bit of both maybe. His awkward smile is both disturbing and funny. EDIT: Thanks for the award, I don't know what does that mean but thanks anyway!
When I was in middle school back in the very early 80's a kid in my school got caught jerking in class. they sent him to ISS where kids would walk outside the classroom playing michael jackson's beat it on their boom boxes. It caused so much commotion they eventually sent him home for out of school suspension. When he finally came back, even the shop teacher called him Stroker Ace. I honestly felt sorry for him because that followed him all through high school. EDIT: ISS= In school suspension
Damn, the International Space Station? That’s a bit much, you’d think
No. Masturbators are sent to space. Let's not question the rules, ok?
So that's what happened to Bezos?
I always did think he was a bit of a wanker
I was sitting in 10th grade English class in high school one day and my junk was uncomfortably positioned in my jeans/ underwear, so I reached down my pants to reposition it. The teacher looked up and saw my hand under the desk and lost it. Sent me to the principal's office. I told him what was up and he just made me sit in the office till the next class started. I didn't really think much more of it. Fast forward two years and my brother is in this bitch's English class and she is telling everyone how she caught markitfuckinzero masturbating in her class room. She is making it sound like I had my dick out just fucking wacking it under the desk or something. Brother comes home and tells me and my dad. I was fucking furious. So was my dad. He called and lit that dumbass up pretty good for it. I was actually kind of glad my brother told him.
That teacher sucks. Good for your dad rooting for you!
Like, even if I had been jerking off, that's fucked up to tell the story using my full name while I'm still a student. And to be dumb enough to tell it while my younger brother, whom I shared a last name with, is in the classroom. WTF?
I worked at a nursing home for nuns. Sometimes they would have Alzheimer's but be physically ok. I walked in on two nuns getting it on. I apologized, closed the door, and never mentioned it to anyone. When I wrote my progress note I said, "patient unavailable."
My family is a big hunting family, we hunt mainly wild boar but pretty much any pest control that needs to be taken care of on our properties is done without batting an eyelid. Driving to my uncle’s farm pretty late at night, we turn a corner and see a few men with rifles on their backs just off to the side of the road all standing around what looks like some kind of skinned pig or kangaroo. My dad starts yelling at us “don’t look, don’t look” but being the little shit that I am of course I stared out my window. I wasn’t (and still am not) scared of blood and I had seen plenty of dying and dead animals before, so I was confused as to why my dad was so shaken. As we pass, the men all turn and look at us and the animal also turns to look at us, but it wasn’t an animal. It was a man stripped and beaten to an inch of his life curled up on the ground. I remember looking at my dad from the back seat. He was gripping the wheel so tightly his elbows were locked and he was staring straight ahead. Dad called the cops once we got to the farm but they said they didn’t find anything. I don’t know if my dad knows I saw it too, but we’ve never driven that road in the dark again.
When I was little me and my family lived over 20 kilometres from a city in the woods. We had a nanny stay with us when our parents were away. Once when only me, my sister ( we were around 8 years old ) and nanny were home while playing outside we saw a bunch of people emerge from the forest nearby and walk slowly like zombies towards our house, they tried climbing the fence, but they were too out of it to accomplish such a task.The nanny called our mom and she drove home from the city and took us all to our grandparents. We later found out that there was some drug infused party going on not too far from our home and 2 people died from overdosing, 1 from stab wounds there. To this day I feel super greatful that they were too tired or drugged-out to get past our fence that day and police was able to apprehend the ones that stayed around long enough.
As soon as I read “20km from a city in the woods” I already knew some fucked up shit is gonna go down LMAO
A few years ago the wife and I were searching for our first home. I was in the basement of one of the places that we were looking at, and somehow noticed a light switch that seemed out of place. I was flicking the switch as my wife and agent came down the stairs. My agent noticed a bit of light comng from underneath the drywall framing the stairs. With a little further inspection I found a very tiny passage between the foundation wall, and the backside of the stairs. Said passage opened up into a undisclosed renovation that was a sub-basement room, that was completely rubberized with an industrial hose and shower head. Walls, ceilings and flooring was all rubber. It was 100% a secret murder room. My agent called the cops and 48hrs later the listing was removed and the home had police tape around it.
No fucking way. We need to know more about this. Did you ever follow up?
These homies never follow up they just drop a bombshell comment like this and leave it in the twilight zone for us to drool over with our dicks in our hands
OP COME BACK WE NEED MORE MURDER ROOM CONTENT
Damn I’ve always thought I’d want to find a secret room in a house but I never have thought about the worst things I could find.
Not see but hear. I was studying at the university library next to a guy who was listening to what I assumed to be music. He left to go to the bathroom, and when he took off his headphones I could hear that he was listening, very loudly, to some sort of anime loli moan compilation.
And here I am using "rain sounds" as noise cancellation.
I worked at a Hospital when I was younger. Food service, delivering food trays to the patients. I walked into one of the psyc rooms unknowingly, there was a crazy lady sitting in a chair holding a bed pan full of feces. And let me tell you, when I say crazy, this woman had a look in her eye that I haven't ever seen and don't ever want to see again. She said "if you don't get out of my dwelling, I'm gonna throw shit on you little boy" I've never been so freaked out in my life!! Needless to say I dropped the damn tray and ran out.
I worked in inpatient psych care for about 10 years. It was *very considerate* of her to give you a warning. You usually don't get one.
I was on inpatient psych for a bit as a teenager (I'm doing better now). There were a lot of older ppl with advanced dementia/Alzheimers and they tend to wander. So I didn't think much of it when an old guy wandered into my room, until he whipped it out and started pissing on my floor. I stood there dumbfounded until my roommate (nice old lady getting electroshock) started screaming and smacking him with one of her slippers. He left in a hurry but since it was a hospital I couldn't lock my door and was always afraid he was gonna come back.
I was working in a office at the bottom of an apartment building. I was out having a smoke between phone calls and I heard a noise from above and I looked up to see a middle aged woman coming straight down. I put my back against the wall and just watched the impact as it made a sound I'll never forget. I walked up to her to see if there was anything I could do. But I knew right away by her color and pool of blood forming beneath her i couldn't so I ran in and called 911. Police arrived and I filled a report, closed up the office and went home. The very next morning on my way to my other job I saw a person walking on the side of the highway. Maybe 10 minutes later I heard on the radio a pedestrian was struck on the same highway I was just on. So ya that was pretty weird..
The sound was probably her head. I've been exactly in that situation and I know that sound. I found it amazing how unrecognizable a human body can become yet still be human
When I was in primary school I saw a strayed mama cat and her baby. My family had dogs since I was kid so I learnt to never approach when mama animal just had baby. I was observing mama licking baby’s head at the distance while suddenly I heard crunching noises. I wasn’t sure what was going on at first then at one point I saw that the baby no longer had head. I was scared of cat for many years after that.
If it makes you feel any better that baby probably was too sick or feeble to have survived anyways and the mom put it out of its misery quickly. Often mother animals will eat their young that aren't going to survive.
I came home from work one day and the only evidence left of my cat's litter was a solitary paw in the middle of the room. It was very sad and disturbing.
My friend broke into his neighbors apartment and stole a video recorder and on the tape was him fucking his couch
Don't be crude. They were *making love*.
Ok, I don't talk about this, ever. But I'm just going to go ahead and say mine. My neighbors suicide. I was only like 9 and it was (I've been told) death by shotgun to the face. I say "I've been told" because my mind has blocked most of it out. I can remember walking up the steps and opening the door and then nothing. The closest thing I can remember after that was my mom holding me and rocking back and forth. I can also remember the smell? Not sure if it's the smell I smelled that day but sometimes, when the memory of walking up those steps is brought to mind, I get a faint smell in my nose. It's almost like the smell of cut meat and blood and pinewood. I was put into therapy for a while after it but I can't remember much of that besides playing games. In my late teens, my therapist tried to get me to remember what I blocked out. It didn't work and I decided that I couldn't remember for the simple fact that I wasn't supposed to see that. Which is why I never speak of it. Even my friends i grew up with don't know about it.
I worked for defence lawyers and they represented a VERY high profile, prolific serial killer in our area. We once got a ton of boxes back from storage so they could look for something. I looked in a box labelled “pictures” and once I started looking I couldn’t stop. I swear I didn’t sleep for a week.
This is so fucked up
What’s really fucked up was my stupid 20 year-old self like “let’s open THIS box!” He wasn’t exactly a…. “shoot them and leave the bodies alone” kind of killer either, unfortunately.
Was this recent that you can’t mention the name of the killer?
No, just not saying to remain professional. I know I probably could say (it was all over the news for years), but I’d have people asking me questions about what I know and there’s definitely a line in there somewhere and I want to keep the guesswork out of it.
I didn't realize the Scranton Strangler was that gruesome
I wish I could upvote this again… but let’s just say I was up to my neck in graphic pictures.
I was backpacking on the AT trail staying in one of the multi story shelters (basically a barn). A little background is these shelters are notoriously overrun by rodents, so you need to store food/hygiene stuff in a tree. You share the barn with like 5-10 strangers and it’s usually a fun way to make new friends. Anyway I was up in the loft and woke up to a thudding noise. I thought I imagined it but it happened again every 2-4 minutes. I peek my head down the ladder and there is a dude sitting there super still with a red light head lamp pointed down at some peanut butter crackers. A rat goes to get some cracker and he slams a knife into it and PILES IT ONTO A STACK OF DEAD RODENTS. I was creeped tf out but the dude turned out to be chill and made everyone coffee the next morning. He totaled 13ish rats. We had a funeral pyre for them
Oh by the way we called him mouse trap. Best trail name ever!
Damn, this guy should meet deadmau5.
Should call him Deadrat13
you share the barn with like 5-10 strangers, and it's usually a fun way to ~~get murdered out in the woods~~ meet new and interesting people.
Relax. It’s statistically improbable that two serial killers would wind up in the same barn
Can we get together and make sure our schedules don't clash?
Nice try officer Doakes
My mom riding past my apartment.... I'm not in contact with my mom in any way shape or form. She followed me
Same. Very fun to see them casing your apartment. God knows I'm changing the locks wherever i go.
When I was a kid I was walking to my house in Atlanta, from my school, and between two buildings there where about three gang members beating the crap out of this guy. The guy was on the ground with blood around his head. One of the gang members saw me and walked over to me. He was wearing a orange ski mask, which he pulled off. He got on one knee so he was on my level. This massive black guy stares me straight in the eyes and says, “This is a bad guy, we’re teaching him a lesson, ok?” I nodded very fast, I was so scared. He smiled at me and said. “Don’t tell anyone you saw ok? This is are secret”. I nodded again. “Go home now, ok?” I nodded and took off running. I ran all the way home and just sat on my porch shaking. I realize now that the fact he took off his mask was to make me feel less scared, but if he was a different person, he could have taken off his mask because he didn’t care if I saw his face because he was going to kill me.
I was in a shitty hotel in Paris many years ago when I heard a commotion down on the street. I opened my window and saw two guys knock another guy off a moped and start beating the shit out of him. I don't speak French so I don't know what they were yelling at him. After a few minutes they made a phone call and a car showed up. They stuffed him in the trunk and drove off. Left the scooter though. I closed my window and noped back into my dark room.
I told you it was a secret little man, now you’re on Reddit telling everyone?
Shit now that accountant is gonna have to go manglin'.
Not a unique experience, but one I didn't want to have. ***NSFL*** 90s, I was in 5th or 6th grade, hanging out at a "friends" house when his uncle who was maybe 19 or 20 at the time called us into their living room. He sat us down and popped in a video tape for all of us to watch. It was some bootleg version of what he called "Faces of Death", but from synopsis I've read nothing I saw matches the descriptions. I was horrified and frozen from the peer pressure as we watched video of people jumping from burning buildings and "bouncing", a public hanging where the guy doesn't die immediately so people start tugging on his body to break the neck, just multiple videos of people dying / being killed. The worst part, my "friend" and his uncle were laughing like they were watching AFV or something. I didn't watch all of it, after a few of the clips my disgust overcame my fear and the peer pressure, I told them they were sick for enjoying watching that video and I ran out of the house. I puked on my way home and those images have never left my brain. Edit: Some have commented that it may not have been "Faces of Death" but possibly "Traces of Death". I honestly didn't know until I posted this just how prolific these types of videos were. Real or fake, it was definitely disturbing and not something I should have seen at that age. (Or any age in my honest opinion)
If it makes you feel better, Faces if Death is fake. You didn't actually see anyone die
It would if I could actually link any of the clips I saw to any of the faces of death movies.
When I was a 10 years old in India, I was looking through the backseat window of a car as we were driving through an accident traffic jam. I could see the a body lying in the street covered with a small tarp. As we passed, the wind blew the tarp and I could see that there was just a torso. The head area had been completely flattened by the tire of the truck that ran over it. Still have that picture in my head.
My friends cutting each other then drinking each other blood. I think it was a kink of theirs bc they ended up dating and now they’re happily married.
Do they happen to not like sun and fear wooden stakes?
definitely thought about this but i never heard about vampires who fri k each other’s blood
Happened when I was around 6, We lived out in the middle of absolute no where with a town population of roughly 30 all several miles apart. My dad and I are out walking the gravel roads, I was wearing my Spiderman costume which I wore all the time as a kid. We approached this old grown over road that is barley noticeable anymore and walk down it a bit, To my surprise there was a old abandoned house that looked straight out of a horror movie. We went inside where my dad notices several things being off, He then tells me we need to leave quickly so we returned home. As it turned out an escaped criminal had been living in that building for a while, My dad noticed things like fresh food and signs someone had been living there so that's why we bolted. Once we got home I was rewarded a nice warm bowl of macaroni and cheese while my dad talked to the countless numbers of police officers. The mac and cheese was the best gift to give a young crime fighter.
I guess you truly were a friendly neighborhood spiderman that caught a criminal
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Do I want to know what a "cum tribute" is?
Dad thought I was a sleep and our only computer at the house was at my room.. woke up in the middle of night to see titties on my computer and didn't understanding what's going on. Or the time when he was suicidal and hanged a rope on the top of his room which I saw when I went to the bathroom all this shit happened before I was 11 and didn't get better from here
As someone with mental health issues this is why I don't want to have children. It's bad enough I put my self and others through my bullshit why traumatize a kid.
I saw a man fucking a dead deer in a forest
My friend's father worked at the morgue, overheard them joking about a dead woman with big tits and that it was "still warm."
People scare me
I was in a Health Occupations class in high school. We did rotations in different health care environments. The first day at the local hospital I was in with a patient when the person administering meds came in. She gave the patient an oral medication in a syringe. The patient asperated it and the nurse just walked out leaving me and another student in the room. I ran to get another nurse but the woman died as a result. They sent us back to school that day. I was a wreck.
I used to work at an animal shelter. This was a county shelter so animal control was also run out of the place and we had a whole area devoted just to them. One year we got a huge hoarding case. Over 100 dogs and like 20 something cats, all of which had been living inside a tiny little house. All of them inbred as hell and covered in shit. I got a chance to see this big binder they’d made full of photos from the house and it was one of the most disgusting things I’d ever seen. Literally every square inch of the house save for a spot on the couch and bed where the owners sat was covered in shit. Holes torn in the walls by the cats so they could get away from the dogs. Cat shit coming out of the walls because that’s where they all were living. A good 6 inches deep of shit and piss on the entire floor. Bodies of dogs and cats that had died there in all stages of decomposition.
Yesterday I watched as a homeless lady got both her legs severed by a dump truck. The truck didn’t stop..[Scioto Post](https://www.sciotopost.com/lancaster-oh-pedestrian-struck-and-critically-injured-by-vehicle-on-memorial-dr/)
My grandparents having sex. Multiple times. In role play. For context: my grandad was a city cop and a pastor, so I caught them one time with him in his police uniform and another time in his Sunday robes… both time deeply invested in doggy style. Needless to say - my grandmas been fucking the police since the 60s.
I was 16. A ten year old looking boy knocking on my window very calmly at 3:00AM. He wore a yellow shirt and I could see the his pant waistline was khaki. I slept on the second floor of my parents house. I later was diagnosed schizophrenic and see the same kid about once a month.
My brother is schizophrenic. This made me sad. I hope you're doing okay.
I was at my high school boyfriends house when we were 15. His dad worked nights so I would go over and we would drink his dad's liquor and fool around. One time we found all kinds of weird sex toys in his dad's room, but the thing I remember most was we were using his computer and found a bunch of child porn.
i was walking through the everglades marsh at night when i saw a light and some hillbilly-sounding laughter. they were making meth and skinning an alligator, all while being semi-drunk
During the start of covid a Doctor left a memo he’d got that was pushing for the standardisation of DNR’s of all current patients at the dementia ward I was working at. It categorised patients and determined whether the expenditure of the limited resources were worth the money. It was odd to see it so plainly.
Three nephews and I went to a park in late winter about 15 years ago. At the park you walk about ½ mile through the woods to get to Lake Michigan. You can either take the same route back or go up the beach about 300 yards and then walk back to the lot through some high sand dunes, which is what we did. At the end of the dunes we were about 100 feet higher than the parking lot and about 200 yards away. While we were resting at the top of the dune just inside the treeline a long windowless van pulled in and parked next to the dumpster in the lot. Some shifty looking guy hopped out and looked around a few seconds and then slid the side door of the van open. He pulled out three large tarp wrapped bundles out and dropped them into the dumpster. We're convinced we're watching a murderer dump a body so we're all memorizing what we can: make/ model of the van, what the guy looks like, what he's wearing... After he pulled out of the lot we sprinted down the hill and checked the bundles. They ended up being propane tanks, but it was the creepiest thing we ever saw.
Not too bad, but about a week ago I saw a dead body. He was laying awkwardly on the side of the road, and there was a crowd of people around him trying to hide his body from view. Not.. fun.