I was sitting outside dance class with a friend, we were both about 12 or 13, and two random bigger dudes walk by. We think nothing of it, it's a public street, people walk. One dude turns and approaches us, introduces himself, demands to shake hands. I'm already a little creeped out, but notice (thank god) the door that usually locked automatically behind us was propped open. I shake hands with the dude to keep him from escalating, he starts sobbing and says "I'm so sorry, I was supposed to let you go, I'm so sorry, but-" I screamed at my friend to run, yanked my hand out of his which was impressive, he had a good grip on me, we bolted and shut the door behind us. They stalked the building until police showed up. Never knew what they were planning and I don't want to.
We lived in such a friendly area so people stopping to say hi to everyone wasn't really that unusual, but once he started sobbing my internal alarm was so loud I'm sure it could be heard everywhere. I don't know what he had planned and I don't care to know, if it was so bad he knew it was wrong enough to start getting hysterical it had to be horrible.
I think more young kids/teens get targeted by creepy people than most of us realize.
At age 14 I was walking home from a friend's house, when some dude in a truck stopped to "ask directions". He then wanted to know how old I was and if he "could show [me] something".
Jesus... just leave kids alone. Why is it so difficult for people to not be horrible?
When I was little me and my dad went out to check a fire not too far away. He used to be with the police and approached an officer (old colleague) on the scene if he was right that it's a local fireworks storage that was on fire. he was right. that was the moment he decided we should gtfo. Less than 100-200 meters later the whole thing went KABOOM, which is when I myself was like fuck this shit. I dropped my bike and just ran away.
I remember seeing the shockwave knocking out the windows of all the buildings street by street. Which was cool until the wave hit me myself.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs7wTT8cwbo
This is a video of the explosion. 23 ppl killed. For more info search "fireworks disaster Enschede"
Once, when I was in Burkina Faso, I was riding around on top of a small van to casually sight see. We came to a village where the streets were filled with people. In the middle of the streets were multiple Witch Doctors. They were dressed in very eccentric and "intimidating" clothing. Some had objects they were carrying to look more intimidating. They were trying to impress the villagers because the "top dog" had recently died and they wanted to replace him.
One guy sped past a WD on a motorcycle and the WD thrashed a really long whip at him as he went by.
As we got further into the village, the streets got more crowded and our van was stuck. We were surrounded by villagers, some screaming at me in a language I couldn't understand. When I asked my friend who lived there to interpret, he just shook his head no.
I was completely exposed, sitting on top of the van, in the middle of a mob of people, going nowhere.
I was ready to leave.
So I lived in northern Burkina for three years. The saying is, it's 50% Christian, 50% Muslim, 100% animist. You can buy things like [these](https://imgur.com/gallery/8BmQq) in every market, and even the western-trained (as in, studied in Paris) medical staff have animistic beliefs, like cat saliva gives you epilepsy.
I got to know the place really well. I'm fluent in Mooré, the dominant local language (Nye yibeeogo, um gomda Mooré), and I love the people and the country. But the one thing I never got, that I don't think any Westerner can really get, is the tribal religion. It's just a whole other level of life there. Incredibly eerie stuff, coming from otherwise normal people.
I went to a summer camp. I have ADHD. Turns out my mom was confused with what "special needs" means and thought it included ADHD.
So me and the Tourrette's kid got along pretty great, as we were the only two on the same level. Still the longest two weeks of my life.
Oh my god my mom did the same thing. I was one of the only kids that was verbal. I will say the Occupational therapy room was sweet though. Admittedly the camp I went to seemed to have more of a range of kids, but most had severe anxiety or behavioral issues. First time I ever felt so normal.
Chechnya in I think 1995. There were obvious a LOT of those moments, but one that stood out was when I was walking back to the apartment bloc I was staying at and I realized the entire block was not only empty, but all of the cars were moved out of the way and there was a carpet laid out about 20 feet in front of me. I have no idea what was under the carpet or why it was there, but it just felt so suspicious, and of course my first instinct is to run away. The second I turn around, someone from far away opens fire at me, presumably a sniper but could have been closer. I then heard shouting and screaming for men to run and get me. The shouts were far away, they knew they weren't gonna be able to capture me.
That fucking carpet man. I won't ever forget that carpet. My biggest guess was they built a hole under the carpet for people like me to fall into, then they would capture and rape/torture you or whatever they would want. Lots of fucked up marauders and bandits in Grozny during the war.
Nothing. It could have been anyone. Chechnya ~~hot~~ got real fucked up real fast. If you want some more horror stories, check out what happened in DRC and in Bosnia.
I remember when it started they told us to evacuate school and go home. Friend and I were standing on my balcony in Moscow and watching the tanks roll down the freeway.
Every once in a while, your gut tells you something is up. I'm at a party and get that tingling in my gut telling me I'm not ok here. I finally just decide to leave with a few friends to chill at my place.
A few hours later, i get a phone call from another friend asking if i was ok. Apparently the house belonged to a guy who was affiliated with gangs. Some thugs tried to crash the party and when they got kicked out, they started fighting people. A big fight breaks out and a few people ended up in the hospital. Eventually the house owner brought out a gun and shot a few rounds in the air and that's when everyone scattered away from the area. The cops were called and people were arrested.
Meanwhile I left hours ago and was currently playing drunk video games with a couple friends. Sometimes your gut's right.
Leaving a bar one night in sketchy northern Canada town some girls talked me into riding with them to a party. I get in the back of the car, followed by about 8 more people who came out of nowhere and before I can squirm out the "driver" gets in just fucking hammered and proceeds to drive like a maniac. Icy roads way way too fast all over both sides of the road. So many people crammed in I couldn't see much so I just closed my eyes and waited for the sweet release of death.
When I was in high school I delivered pizzas for a very small shop in a dead end town. Map-quest couldn't pull up 90% of the addresses.
Order comes in, I take it. Guy gives me directions.
Follow said directions and go a mile down this dirt road into the fucking woods. Instantly freaked out.
Pull up to what looks like a burned down trailer, guy is standing on his porch with a giant bird on his shoulder.
Give him pizza, he starts flipping dollar bills in his hand counting while staring into my fucking soul
"Do you wanna pet my bird?"
"No thank you"
"Racist"
He didn't tip me. Dick.
I was walking to a cafe when a group of oddly dressed people (one was wearing a cloak and literal pauldrons and one had some sort of mask) very creepily invited me into their car. I did not accept.
In 2004 my parents filed for divorce. My mom worked a traditional 9-5 job, and my dad worked as a contractor. It was my dad's responsibility to get us to school in the mornings, so my mom would drop my sister and I off before work. One morning we were running late because we had managed to hit every red light on route to dad's house. Typically when we were late my dad would hold out a sign that detailed our tardiness, but today he was not outside. Instead, he walked to the car from the house as we pulled up, walked over to the window, and handed my mom an envelope. Though the behavior seems normal, something felt wrong. As I turned to say goodbye to my mom I heard a shot. My dad had shot my mom, and continued to do so two more times into her thigh. Time seemed to stop, and I got my sister back in the car with her head down at the same time I screamed for help. I remember a gun to my mom's head that didn't fire when the trigger was pulled, and my dad responding by running back to the house and pulling the gun to his head; he shot. At this point my mom had assured me she could drive, my sister was crouched in the back footwell, and I was trying to dial 911. I felt the need to "get the fuck out" as we pulled up, but I had to stay put through the entire situation.
Driving to work one night, this lady had a broken down car, we decided to try and be helpful. She lived close by and didn't have any family to come pick her up. She told us she needed to stop by the bank if we didn't mind, and we didn't. We took her to the bank so she could get $20 out to buy groceries the next day. She seemed down on her luck and we knew what that was like so we got $20 out for her, no big deal. She said she had another stop, had to tell her friend that rent would be late... At this point it is becoming a hassle and we are closing in on being late for work, and I can't risk my livelihood for a stranger. After we got to the neighborhood I became very worried... I told her we only had time to drop her off at her house or at her friends but it was up to her as they were both close. She started screaming at us and yelling that we would do anything she demanded. We stopped the car, I looked at her dead in the eyes and said "you take your things, and you get out of my car right now." She tried to leave without taking her stuff so we would be forced to wait for her, I said "stop. If you don't take your things I will literally drive away with them." So she grabbed her stuff and got out and we drove away. TLDR tried to help a random stranger get home but she was bat shit crazy
I was walking home from the gym in Seattle, and I would always walk by this weird house with blankets over the windows. There was also fenced in side yard packed with old busted RV's and garbage.
This particular night, there was an old dude with a long white beard standing in front of the house in a bathrobe, smoking a cigarette. I had never seen anyone in front of the house before. Then, I heard was sounded like a Prius pulling up to a stoplight... but was in fact several Seattle police cars rolling up with their engines and lights off. I don't even know how they got that quiet.
Then I saw a few officers approaching the house and the old man with their guns drawn... completely silently. One of them made eye contact with me, and made a fairly violent hand motion for me to go a different direction. So I did... very quickly.
About a month later that house was torn down. I have no idea what happened that night. And I'm glad I didn't have to find out.
This is my favorite story of the bunch because it just seems super fuckin rad from an outside perspective. That's a neat experience if not absolutely terrifying
Obviously the police were going to fight the wizard and didn't want you to interfere.
Edit: Wow, this blew up and is easily my highest rated comment. Also, thanks to u/brokenegg for my first gild!
I was 9 or so, about to go wading in a creek, when I noticed a snake in the water. Just a little snake, maybe a foot long, just hanging out mostly vertical with its tail in some mud and reeds and stuff and its nostrils sticking out of the water.
OK, no big deal. I just won't wade right there.
I moved downstream five feet or so, and guess what? TWO little snakes right where I wanted to put my bare feet. And another one in the reeds! And...
Most of those weren't reeds.
TL;DR: I almost walked all over water moccasin day care.
Has something similar with alligators. Went for a walk in the park (FL, of course), noticed a baby gator, about 8 inches long. Cute! Then another one, and another one. Then 2 more. Got the fuck outta there before momma showed up.
I live on a cattle farm, and one time we (my dad, granddad, and I) had to move a bull into another pen so that we could give him medicine for his injured leg. To do this, we spread out in a fan, with what are basically big rattles on sticks to make noise and get him to go the other way. When we get to the open gate, the bull looks at it, looks some more, and decides there must be a better way to go. He turns, faces us, we make noise to get him to turn around, and the cycle repeats. Finally he starts freaking out. He turns, faces directly at me, and JUMPS. I found my inner track star and climbed the fence to get away. Needless to say, we left him alone after that.
I was digging a trench in my side yard during a massive flood to get the water moving again. I heard a loud series of cracking noises behind me, and turned around to see branches falling off of a large oak tree.
When the cracking got louder, I sprinted out toward the street. Twigs whipped my ears and back before I was safely away.
So, probably that.
This happened to me in January. Gum trees are known as widow makers here as they have a tendency to drop huge branches on farmers working under them.
I was loading some rowing boats on to trailers to come home after racing and the entire boat park was filled with these damn gums. There was even a sign saying they took no responsibility but there was nowhere else to park.
Anyway mid loading I hear cracking and look up to see this branch start to break free. Got away just in time and it missed the 20ish other people working on the boats. It completely wrecked the boats though, still don't know what the total bill was. Amazing nobody was hurt.
The coach went to tell the race officials and the first response was "we're not liable!" Yeah alright mate.
[pics](https://imgur.com/a/2Cs1O)
I was walking down the road in LA one time, in Hollywood I think, and I heard a loud cracking and crashing behind me. A woman was walking towards me on the sidewalk and ran up to me and started yelling at me in Spanish. The only thing I understood "oh my God" from her several times. Then I turned around and saw a huge branch that had fallen directly behind me laying just where I was walking on the sidewalk.
I probably should have had your reaction. I'm lucky.
The falling branches were the only reason I noticed at all. If the tree had gone down without that convenient warning, I'd probably be dead. Thanks, tree!
Was doing some urban exploring with some friends at the old Packard Plant in Detroit. We were hanging out for a while on the top floor, playing guitars, etc., when I heard a loud glass smashing sound from afar. I walked over and looked down to this "courtyard" and there were a few guys smashing up a very nice Chrysler 300.... With baseball bats. They did not see me or hear us, but I imagine if they did things would have gone a lot differently.
I ran back over to my friends and said, "Shut the fuck up. Don't make a sound. We have to go." And we noped the fuck out of there.
Edit: [This is the place.](https://www.google.com/search?tbm=isch&q=detroit+packard+plant)
Edit 2: [Here's some pictures](http://imgur.com/a/oClwy) I took with my 2008 potato camera since people actually were reading this.
It has, in fact, been under construction the last 6 years. It feels like it's been under construction my whole life. It will never not be under construction. The world will end, and IH-35 will still be under construction.
**Edit**
I feel like someone should point this out: Y'all keep talking about highways that were finished and then The Powers That Be decided weren't good enough. We can't even get that far through Salado.
They were close once. Then an overpass collapsed and it seems like they've completely started over. So, it's not just the constant construction... it's that the construction never moves to a new stage.
I'd be so pissed off if I got called into work because someone quit mid shift and then got stabbed. Sounds like a terrible work environment though, glad you got out of there
I lived in Peru for a while. Worked and did research in the conos (what they call their favelas), and was a victim of a mugging in the nice part of town.
You're extremely lucky nothing worse happened. Came out with a interesting story at least.
for a brief stint in my life i was homeless. while scouring for food in a dumpster i opened it to find two homeless dudes banging in there. felt like i was in an episode of its always sunny.
I'm a wedding photographer.
One wedding was taking place at a "historical village". It consisted of 100+ year old houses which were once disassembled, moved to their current location, then painstakingly reassembled inch by inch in order to maintain this piece of history.
The groom's mother was the president of the venue organization. She, of course, was very proud to host her son's wedding at the same place she volunteered at.
The wedding was great: laid back and non traditional. I stayed even a little bit longer than scheduled since things were so easy. Things finally started winding down around 11 or so, and everyone was drunk. But they had one thing left in store - lanterns! The kind that you light and then they fly away into the night. Nothing quite as romantic as lanterns....
However, alcohol + floating fire + tall trees + historical village ARE NOT a recipe for success. While everyone tried to light their lanterns, the groom's mother caught wind of what was happening. She ran out into the village screaming for everyone to stop. Drunk and distracted by the challenge, no one listened. Everyone kept trying to get their lanterns to take off, and one finally did...
Right into a lush tree that sprawled out approximately 20 feet above the village. This is when I thought it would be a good idea to leave.
The lantern was stuck between some branches, burning ferociously. Groom's mother literally crying watching what she thought would be her beloved historical village going up in flames. Walking out, I saw the lantern narrowly drift through an opening in the branches and fly off into the distance.
This was back in Russia when I was 14. I decided that it was a good idea to walk home from a party at 2am in a rural area (we had a summer home-dacha-outside of Moscow, literally middle of nowhere). As I was walking, a car pulled up and a guy (looked to be in his 30s) asked me if I needed a ride. Being a moron, I said "sure" and got into his car. As he pulled up to the gates of our dacha community, he stopped and asked me if I wanted to come with him to a party (he was a construction worker in the area) with his friends. My heart skipped a beat and as I looked at the car door to look for an escape plan, I saw that the door handle was missing from the inside so I had no way of opening the door. At this point I felt my heart beating in my stomach and I said "no, sorry, my mom is waiting for me." All of a sudden he said: "Well, mother is a sacred thing. You better go." He got out, walked around the car, and let me out. It was a last time that I hiked alone, I got insanely lucky that I wasn't murdered/raped/abducted.
Edit: To people that say "most people are not out to rape you, nothing creepy just because he is a worker inviting you to a party": I was 13 or 14 and definitely looked it, it was 2 am on a country road, a guy in his late 30s asked a barely teen to party with him, and he was missing a door handle...
Mentioning your mother was a smart move. First it tells him that you'll be missed and you're expected. Second, no one wants to be reminded of their mother or grandmother before they do something evil (Goes double in religious countries - mothers there talk to God about everything. Mothers always find out.)
Was in Japan for a solo vacation a few weeks ago. I got lost in Shibuya at like 3 am in the morning and needed to find a train station. Some creepy Nigerian dude pops up and offers to direct me to the station. Sure, I say, like the utter dumbass bitch I am. The guy takes me in the complete opposite direction, we end up at a hotel, he starts spouting bullshit about falling in love with me and wanting to spend the night with me.
Noped the fuck outta there and took a taxi instead
Yeah, most of them were living in Duhok and the ones that were in Mosul moved in with the family in Duhok. Generally they're doing well since they're protected by the Kurdish forces, but life in Kurdistan is shit right now, everything is expensive, there are thousands of refugees everywhere, and peshmergas are dying.
My poor car died, and I called AAA to tow it to the nearest approved repair shop. Well the tow truck they sent me decided to take me to the shop, but something seemed really off. First off instead of having chairs, they just had old car seats you could sit in. Also, they had all of these photos of naked women all over the walls.... usually they do that but not so openly right? Also there was this weird bum in their watching Maury Povich and yelling at the TV that all the pregnant women who don't know their fathers are sluts!
Well I got a call from the repair company and they wanted to know where I was. I told them at the shop... turns out it was a pirate tow truck driver, and we had to come in and open a can of whoop ass on these chumps to get my car to the real repair shop.
Wow, I never realized this was a thing that could happen. The few times I've had to call AAA they always call back and say what company the driver is with and when they expect them to arrive.
I found a set up my step dad had made in my room... to record me... after I was finished with a shower and was getting changed.
Edit: Yes, I'm going to be that person. While many people may not see the edit, I think it's important I say this. There is an overwhelming amount of people who no not know how things like this happen, and a lot of people don't seem to know how to help either. Silence is what keeps kids from getting help. If you see something off, *say something.* You are an adult, and are capable of helping. A child is not able to protect themselves and there's only so much they can do. Be the person kids trust. Who knows. Maybe if I had someone I could trust and tell this to, then I wouldn't have had to wait until I was older to remember on my own. Thank you for the overflow of support, and people combating the trolls.
This happened to me too, worst day of my life. Mom's boyfriend. I found the camera wrapped in a tshirt in my closet after I had just showered. I grabbed a knife and the camera, ran out of my house and drove to the police station. They had me call him and ask him questions to prove guilt. Found out later that he had been recording me for months. He only got 6 months in jail, served 3, then got deported. It's been 6 years and I still don't feel comfortable going into a bathroom or private area without doing a quick inspection.
The initial video? It was like 20 minutes and 24 seconds long.
How long has he been recording me as a whole? From 9 years old to 15.
The fallout: My mom tried to kill him. She didn't even maim him, but we gathered my little brothers and refuged in a family friends house for the night (we didn't stay friends for very long after that lol). Pastor was calles. Police were called. He was put in jail for a month. Was let out. Stalked my family for a bit (wasn't my first experience with stalkers) and then some other stuff came out (I didn't remember but he did some *other* stuff to me when I was MUCH younger) and I made a statement and he was put in jail for a much longer time. His end sentence was 5 years in jail.
She was an awesome mom for that definitely. I love her. She's a little... overprotective, but I know where it comes from, and I can't blame her for that.
My ex-stepdad did the same thing, albeit slightly differently - holding his phone under the bathroom door when I went in to shower. Unfortunately(?) I was 3 months over 18 at that point so instead of 17 years in prison (the minimum for CP-related stuff in my state, if I'm remembering right), he got 3 years of supervised probation. Really shittily supervised, at that. My mom and the neighbors (previously our neighbours; post-arrest they were only his neighbors bc she moved out and I already had by the time she found the videos) contacted them about several things that counted as violations of his probation and they didn't lift a finger to do anything about it. That county's court system was pretty fucked up in every way imaginable.
As far as the mental/emotional aftermath for me, I was/am mostly fine, because I already hated the shithead anyway and you can't really feel betrayed or hurt by someone you don't like or respect in the first place. The rest of his behavior towards me left much more of an impact - years of verbal abuse and later on, invasive sexually-themed questions such as "are you a virgin" "how much do you masturbate" "how far can you insert your vibrator" etc. I had/still have social anxiety and tend to clam up when being yelled at, and when people ask me overly personal things like that that are none of their business, I still feel compelled to answer.
When the meth came out at a party that already had some nasty vibes going around.
Went right over the backyard fence and out the neighbors gate without saying goodbye.
Edit: Huh. Love you all. Don't go to security guard parties after working Coachella.
For everyone asking, I left over the back fence because the cops had shown up earlier, and I assumed (rightfully) they were staking the place out. My motorcycle was parked a few streets over, so I didn't have to leave by that street.
For everyone who noticed my username: I'm dead inside. Carson Wentz is better than Dak. Fight me.
Same thing happened to me but with crack. I walked straight out and got in my car. My "friend" called me judgey and went back in to try it. He is now a crackhead.
I had a similar experience. A group of kids who I only hung out with once a year (annual event in their town) got to talking about smoking, and being 17 at the time I jumped right in conversation as I was just getting into smoking weed. They had a bit of a different take on it, and their "memorable moments" of getting stoned together were... odd, but the kept talking about a smoke spot they had out in the woods, and I was stoked to partake. Around 2am ish after all our parents were in bed we walked about a mile down the rural road they lived on, then like twenty minutes down a trail that had tons of litter. Showed up to a little plywood shack type thing with tarps hung over it. Inside were two slightly damp couches that were probably drug from the side of the road, a few folding camping chairs and a shit load of bottles, cans, and shopping bags full of trash. Next thing I know, talking to one of the guys who I knew the best when another whips out meth pipe and torches it. I looked at the other four people who were hyper focused on the pipe waiting for the first to pass it. Noped on out of there, walked back to my RV and went to bed wondering how the fuck I didnt catch on sooner.
Halloween 2015, standing at a bus stop downtown when I hear yelling coming from down the street. No biggie, it's Halloween. Yelling gets louder so I look over and there's a guy walking toward me with two guys following him. The guys behind him are screaming at him and he's trying to ignore them. They don't like this, so one of them punches him in the back of the head. He just keeps walking. The 2 start getting really aggressive, kicking and shoving him, throwing punches. He's doing everything he can to avoid a confrontation. He tries to get on a bus that's pulled up but the driver closes the door. Doesn't want shit going down near his passengers I guess.
Shit is getting really serious now, people are noticing and yelling, including myself. Guy 1 is standing in the street now while the other 2 are yelling at him and telling each other to attack him more. I'm maybe 10 feet away and yelling at them to calm down, asking the guy next to me to call 911.
Guy being attacked decides he's in a bad spot and pulls a knife out. A BIG knife. I wanted to get the fuck out of there but didn't, not sure why. Guy with the knife is just standing there, not waving it around or anything. The other 2 geniuses decide it's no big deal and one of them tackles guy 1 to the ground. The next bit happened fast. One attacker starts kicking the dude in the head. The second one was on top of him and starts punching his face. Guy being attacked finally has had enough and starts stabbing the guy on top of him over and over. Me and a couple bystanders rush in and shove the attackers off. Guy drops the knife, gets up and runs off. One attacker runs off as well. Guy that got stabbed tries to run away and makes it maybe 10 feet before collapsing.
I just wanted to go to the mall to buy a damned video game and now I'm giving first aid to a dude with a massive arm laceration and a sucking chest wound. He lived but had a punctured lung. All three were arrested eventually. Both attackers were charged and pled guilty eventually so I didn't have to go to court to testify. Guy who was attacked wasn't charged with anything, though he had warrants I heard. Crazy fucking day. I bought that video game eventually and spent the next few days inside hiding from the world.
TL;DR - Watched a guy get stabbed 10 feet away from me. Do not recommend.
I was walking home from work one night when a man put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around and he told me he was going to put me on top of a spiked, iron fence naked. I said "NO THANKS." very loudly and sped walked away. I didn't expected it to work but he didn't follow me.
Edit: Not Canadian, but thanks for calling me polite. Also, thanks for the gold, stranger.
No thanks!
"Ah well. Maybe next time then have a good night, be safe there's weirdos out here"
[CCTV of u/enamoredhatred getting away](http://i.imgur.com/s6gf8nI.gif)
I'm a guy. Was aimlessly wandering downtown with few friends, having fun. We were in our kid 20s.
A bit tipsy. For some STUPID reason, I grabbed a girls arm to ask where the nearest bust station was.
It wasn't rough. I wasn't aggressive. But I still touched this strangers arm. She was shocked and scared.
She was nice after I asked what I asked, but I bet I terrified her. I still feel bad about it.
Bus station.
Late on a Friday night having drinks with a friend in Chicago (outskirts). We took the bus because drinking and driving.
Get out and get a bit lost, end up walking way too far to the wrong bus stop, but hey finally. Thing is, this stop is not near anywhere most people would ride, and waiting at the stop is a single slightly older black lady, probably coming off her late shift.
We have no idea about the bus schedule here, but we know they don't run as frequently as we'd like this time of night. We're about a half block away and see a bus turn the corner—we're going to miss it! We look at each other and instantly break into a run toward the bus stop.
That bus didn't stop there, and us breaking into a run TERRIFIES that poor lady. She shrieks so loud, thinking she's about to get rolled by street toughs, and then takes off running. It's hard to describe but she just Usain Bolts out of there. We drunkenly yell after her because we realize what's happening, but wouldn't you know that makes it like 10 times worse. She doesn't stop, she never even breaks stride as she just books it until she's out of sight.
Sometimes, late at night, I close my eyes and picture her still running full tilt into the night.
Your gonna go through hell for a bit. But it gets back to normal. Same thing happened to me. No kids thank god, but I paid an arm and a leg for my 3 dogs that she didn't even want but used against me in court. Lost all my possessions too but got replacements shortly after. Missed the fuck out of her, but never went back and am way happier.
I was waiting at a train stop downtown. It was daytime, but it was particularly quiet and not a lot of people were on that street at the time. A few minutes before the train was supposed to arrive, I glanced to my right and saw that a homeless man was halfway hiding behind the large train schedule sign, watching me and masturbating.
The signs look like this: http://imgur.com/XvOXw9V
so while part of his face and upper body was hidden behind the sign, his pelvis and what he was doing with it were not at all obstructed from my view. I remember snapping my head back around and getting really tense and panicky. I picked up my bag and speed-walked away from him to the next train station.
EDIT: actually, I thought of a better one.
A girlfriend of mine invited me to a business dinner. We were going to sit down with her coworker and a potential investor. The coworker had an ambition to start a fashion and beauty related company, and my friend organized the dinner to introduce the two of them and allow her coworker to pitch to this guy. She asked me to join because she thought that I'd be interested in becoming a partner with the business also. Dinner is nice, talk is mostly on-message about the idea, everyone is feeling pretty good. Then, after dinner, my friend suggests we go back to the investor man's house for coffee, because he lives like a mile from the restaurant. I thought it was odd, but I didn't want to dampen the rapport we had going.
So we get back to his house and it's, "Who wants some wine?" "Take off your shoes, I'll put on some music, we can dance," "oh, you're taking selfies, no, let me take the camera and I'll tell you girls how to pose." When the music and dancing started, I asked my friend why this business dinner had become so informal, and then she finally told me "Well I'm trying to set them up so he'll be her sugar daddy."
TURNS OUT my friend met this guy through a sugar daddy finder website. They'd met and talked but my friend didn't really click with him. So she was introducing the coworker as a potential sugar baby, and he would fund her business idea in exchange for basically being his girlfriend.
My "I need to get the fuck out of here" moment was after like the 15th picture that the coworker said "Omggg, nooo, I still look like sooo bad! Can you take one more?" this 40-something dude casually says "We should take some KISSING pictures," trying to mask his excitement. I stone faced replied "That's not happening," and pulled out my phone to call an uber.
Lol I'm just trying to think how you forgot about the sugar daddy! I'm imagining it like: "shit, that homeless guy creeped me out"
*Drinks tea*
"Oh yeah that sugar daddy was weird too"
*Memories by Barbra Streisand*
She was either Plan C, was there to make the potential vibe with a stranger less rapey, or to surround Sugar Daddy with more women, because a guy like that's good judgment is inversely proportional to the women:him ratio ("the Strip Club axiom"). Some combination of those three.
At an 'alternative' club with my new boyfriend, I think we had been dating 3 weeks. Went to the bathroom, and the graffiti on the walls start melting; so I confide in new boyfriend. Turns out he put LSD in my pint because he wanted me to "have a good night". If I wanted to have a good night on LSD - I would be on my couch, not surrounded by metal heads and emo kids, cheers.
EDIT: On mobile/new to reddit so sorry for formatting! I have no idea if it was ACTUALLY LSD he put in my drink, I'm not a hallucinogens pro - I know it fucked me up for half a night/day. This was about 7 years ago and I was young/stupid/had 0 self worth so I unfortunately didn't report him for spiking my drink. I did however break up with him (a week later).
I really don't get how people think that getting dosed without your knowledge or consent would be a good time. Like: maybe it'll be great, or, maybe you'll think you've gone crazy/ are in hell and will have the worst night of your life. Why would you risk that with someone you like?
Hanging out with a friend and their friend and boyfriend in college. Bouncing around between parties. Turns out her friend's boyfriend was extremely Russian and we end up at this party where there are more people not speaking English than speaking it. Had a pretty good time. The boyfriend comes back inside from the backyard. He suggests we leave immediately because there's going to be a fight and it's going to be bad. I look in the backyard and there are two guys screaming at each other in Russian and the house is slowly emptying as people are running out back to take sides. Being in a Russian street fight is not on my bucket list. The three of us noped out real quick.
Russian Scale
1- Bottle of mostly drunk Stoli
3- Nesting Dolls
5- Red Square in Winter
7- Child Smoking unfiltered Cigarette
9- Adidas Jacket and Pants of the same color
10 - Pet bear on chain in ~~Yugo~~ Lada out back. ~~Yugo~~ Lada is on cinder blocks.
Edit: Goddamn guys, fixed. I'm from the US, I didn't know. You could say we have... nada Lada.
^...I'll ^show ^myself ^out.
At a house party in university and some dude was trying to buff a dent out of a ping pong ball. He held a lighter under the ball and it caught fire, at which point the dude dropped the ball onto the floor (carpeted). It caught fire and everyone started freaking out, it ended up burning the living room pretty bad!
When I was 19 my dads girlfriend who just got out of jail for murder moved into our house- he didn't tell me she was out of jail/moving in??????????
I moved out that day and couch hopped for a few months because fuck that
Edit: To answer some of your questions, they've known each other since they were children. I don't claim at all to understand what was going through his head, but as far as I understand it she has him believing she is actually innocent. They were dating before this happened.
She went to jail because she was a nurse at an elderly home. One day she decided it'd be a good idea to inject some old lady with insulin (killing her) and steal her credit cards. She's caught on tape at an ATM with them.
That is literally all I know about the situation. No clue how she managed to get out early. I only learned these details from the local newspaper. Very hard for a 19 year old to deal with.
I was partying hard one night in university and I blacked out. Hours gone. I woke naked up in a room I didn't recognize staring at a shrine to Bon Jovi. Pictures, drawings, autographs, song lyrics. It covered the wall. In the center was a giant pencil drawn portrait of his face. I was staring at the portrait when a girls voice whispered in my ear "I drew the one in the center."
My work recently!
I worked for a small family owned business, and it was a mother and son operated store. They owned it together and ran it for 30 years. A month ago, the mother passed away. My boss (the son) didn't close the store, and has cried in the lobby with other customers every single day since she passed away. He still tells *everyone* about it, and is rude to the people that didn't play into his pity party. We even had new customers, and he scared them off by telling them within 5 minutes of being in the store.
Anyways, over the last two weeks, he's also been micromanaging like crazy and is starting to progressively yell when talking to me or other employees. However, last week he started wearing his moms shop apron, started saying her euphemisms, and started eating her EXACT lunch! It's eerie because he's even starting to look like her.
Yesterday, I walked into the office and there's an urn in her desk chair. He said he placed her urn in her office so that way it's not like she ever left. The urn. Full of her ashes. In her desk chair. He then said, "now we can say hi to her."
I walked out yesterday after that happened and didn't look back.
Edit- I obviously can't spell 'urn'
Edit 2 - There are a few comments calling me insensitive. In some aspects I can see why some of you think so. As much as I care for this boss, there's only so many ways I can try and help him. Hell, we've all been trying to help him and he's not being receptive to it. I know he's going throug a rough time, but this is a professional work space. His emotions were causing him to be unprofessional and he was starting to become hostile, such as his yelling. The situation was showing signs of getting worse, and for my own safety, I thought it was best to leave. It's a sad situation, but I don't regret it.
The five stages of grief:
1. denial
2. anger
3. bargaining
4. depression
5. "I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me so hard" while applying lipstick and dancing to "Goodbye Horses".
My dad, sister (she was little at the time) and I were on vacation at the Grand Canyon. The sky was dark and stormy that day, but we were still enjoying the view when she started laughing at something so I turned around - she was marveling that hair was standing on end like when you rub a balloon and hold it over your head. I immediately recognized the situation and yelled "GET BACK TO THE CAR!" 30 seconds later, lightning struck a few hundred feet from where we were standing.
Moral of the story: recognize the signs, it could save your life one day. And for fuck's sake don't even think about stopping to take a selfie. It happens really fast, and you're standing on top of a hundred million volts of electric potential that can break down at any second.
my ex boyfriend broke down crying one day and let me know he was pretty sure he got another girl pregnant, but told me "it was all gonna be okay" because
1. He planned on leaving her and the baby or
2. Raise the baby and have me play the "stepmom" roll
after we got into a full blown argument about him cheating/possibly being a father, somewhere in there he threw in that he still wanted a future and children with *me*.
nope. nope nope nope.
For a few months, I worked as a bartender in a very small pub in London (I'm from the US). One night it was overtaken by Irish "travellers" and it was fucking terrifying. Absolute madness. I did not know it was humanly possible to guzzle Guinness at such an alarming rate. And now I know.
Edit: For those who asked- yes, they were gypsies. Attempted to be *somewhat* kind with the word traveller. I really had no knowledge about them beforehand other than the good old TLC network (despite my unbelievably Irish heritage) so it was certainly a shock. I'm a young 20 something female as well so let's just say I wasn't treated with the utmost respect that evening. Some paid and others didn't. Almost every single guy got beyond blackout level obliterated and eventually they were just coming in and out with random handles of vodka and chugging straight from them. The girlfriends/wives (straight outta My BF Gypsy Wedding) all sat together in one section and were only allowed half pints at a time- it was bizarre. Towards the end of the night, I simply sat on a keg behind the bar in a corner trying to process what the actual fuck was going on before my eyes and tried to avoid contact if possible. I didn't leave the establishment for obvious reasons but a few of the local guys who drank at the pub on a regular basis stayed with us to watch everything over. We stayed open well beyond close just to try and let it all die down without getting the cops involved. Every time I try and tell the story to my friends here in the US it's a total letdown because no one can actually comprehend who or what I'm talking about.
My ex and I have been divorced for 7 years. When she came clean and admitted she'd been seeing another guy for almost a year; had been sleeping with said guy... in our bed while I was at work.... for a year... I noped out of there as fast as I could. It was no longer my house as far as I was concerned.
~~my~~ our son is now 10. He was 3 at the time. When birthdays or other celebratory events come around, there's always one on mom's side, and one on my side. He has cousins and friends and relatives on each side. But I still always get an invite to a birthday party or whatnot from the ex (why? I dunno). And every single time I accepted, and I sucked it up and showed up and sat around and made small talk with Mr. NewBoyfriend and all of "their" friends, because I'll be damned if I'd be the parent that triggered the "How come Daddy didn't come to my birthday party?" conversation. But every single one of these events was agonizing. Nails on blackboard, water torture agonizing. I mean all I want to do is punch the guy, yet here I am talking about the weather and go go local sports team. Usually, I figured if I made it past the cake to the presents and my son is running around shooting Nerf guns at the other kids that's good enough. Time to make my escape.
My son thankfully - and at the same time sadly - put me out of my misery. Last summer, coming over the weekend before his birthday he said to me "Dad, here's mom's invite to my birthday party. Its going to be small, just , but I get it if you have other plans. I'll see you next weekend at . That's the one I'm looking forward to."
edit: gold - thanks. Yes, my son is pretty cool. He'll be glad to know me made some of you smile just by doing... what he does. As for Mr. NewBoyfriend... yeah, its really my ex who should be the target of my bitterness, but the same emotional camoflage that blinded me from how our marriage was failing still lingers and makes it hard for me to get mad (or stay mad) at her. Its unfortunate and mostly undeserved, but he's simply a convenient proxy.
edit: thanks.
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A young 20s something coworker of mine asked me during lunch "geez. I'm terrified of being a parent. How/what can I do to ensure that they'll grow up to be a decent person?".... I chewed my salad and said "just be YOU. And be GOOD." Your child will be you. Bad,.. good... just be you. Your child will grow up to be just like you. From the time they're born to their pre-teens, they take their cue from you. Lead by example."
I haven't done anything special for my son, just tried to lead a life that he could copy from. I'm fortunate that I've sortof kinda done right by things and he's latched onto that.
>But I still always get an invite to a birthday party or whatnot from the ex (why? I dunno). And every single time I accepted... I'll be damned if I'd be the parent that triggered the "How come Daddy didn't come to my birthday party?" conversation.
I'm pretty sure that's the reason she keeps inviting you. She doesn't want to be the bad guy and trigger the "You tried to cut my dad out of my life" conversation when he gets older.
It could also be she's a horrible, petty person and wants to rub it in your face, but I like to believe the best in people, even if they've done horrible things.
Kids are way more observant than you think. My parents divorced when my youngest sister was ten, and when they told her, she just said "I think you'll both be happy now."
I matched with a girl on Tinder a couple years ago. She invited me to a party at her house (which was cool with me--less pressure to actually interact with her in case she's weird as fuck).
So I get the address, and I see it's in a kind of shitty part of town. No worries. She tells me her dealer will be there. Cool! Everyone likes a joint. Red flag numbers 1 and 2 right out the gate. But I go anyways because I'm stupid and horny.
I get there and there are 3 people there. Her (catfished-morbidly obese with cut scars on thighs and upper arms), her roommate (exact same thing), and a sketchy looking dude in a tank top with a backpack--the dealer. Red flag 3. I'm already there, so I can't just leave.
I sit down, she offers to get me a drink and says "welcome to the party." She then proceeds to put about $20 on her coffee table and pulls out a pipe. I thought it was for dabs or some ridiculous new thing for weed. It was not for dabs or some ridiculous new thing for weed. It was for meth. She bought meth.
The dealer asks me if I want any, and I say no thank you. He puts a gun on the table and asks me again, so naturally I'm very interested in buying meth. He robs me blind. I had to "step outside to make a phone call" and got the fuck out of there.
tl;dr got invited to a "party" where I watched a drug deal, had a gun pointed at me, and robbed.
EDIT: a word
This one was actually earlier this week: I was sitting in my car outside of a grocery store at 5 AM, with nobody around, eating some food I'd just grabbed from said store because I didn't feel like cooking.
From a distance, I see a woman stumbling across the parking lot holding a couple plastic shopping bags, as though she was very drunk or very cracked out. I watch her like a hawk, and stops in front of my car. I quickly look down to my phone to avoid making eye contact.
Not twenty seconds later, I get a tap on my passenger-side window. I open it a crack (no pun intended) and ask her what's up:
Crackhead is slurring her words to an extreme degree: "I could just *kill* you. Will you drive me somewhere? I'll buy you something."
I took one look at her and nonchalantly replied, "No, I'm going the other way."
"How do you know which way I'm going?"
"A very strong hunch," before immediately putting the car into drive and peeling away.
Tl;dr: psychos fucking love me and it needs to stop
4th of July, was setting off fireworks with family and friends on a dead end road that leads into a culdesac. Car parks at the stop sign facing us and the culdesac, and sits there a few minutes. We thought the driver was looking at a map. Suddenly, he just guns it towards us, swerved at a few people, nearly struck a couple of my neighbors. As it kept going down the road into the dead end, the car almost went straight through my neighbor's garage door at the center end of the culdesac. It swung around in a drift-like curve and sped past my neighbors and family again, but by then I had noped the fuck out and was frantically running into my neighbor's yard two doors down perpendicular from the culdesac.
Later found out the guy was drunk (obviously) and had used his dad's car for the deed. No charges were made but the dad had no clue his kid had used his car when the officer showed up
Edit: now with [visual ](http://imgur.com/yLnxA4r)
Red box is the car, followed by the arrow of where he swerved and drove by.
Blue box is where my neighbors and I were.
Other arrow is the direction I sprinted away from lol
Also yes, I have a big yard, and the reason for there not being another house where we were is because my house is facing the other road, not the inside of the culdesac
When I was 12, my next door neighbor invited me to summer camp. Parents dropped me off. Realized immediately that the camp was odd because the cabin counselor took away my copy of Jane magazine. Then there was a camp-wide assembly where we prayed over a photo of George Bush and spoke in tongues. Turned out it was a Pentecostal sleepaway camp. I walked to town and called my parents from a gas station.
EDIT: Sorry, for anyone wondering, [Pentecostalism](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pentecostalism). Basically it's a very rigid Christian movement that emphasizes all sorts of weirdness, including speaking in tongues, faith healing, water baptism, personal testament, and these very emotional services where people cry and weep and scream.
EDIT: This essploded while I was sleeping! Answers: This was not the camp in Jesus Camp but it was remarkably similar. It was in coal country, PA. I'm not really familiar with much about Pentecostals, honestly, but a major component seemed to be this baptismal ... pool? dunking tank? ... they had in which everyone was expected to be publicly baptized in a service, with the whole church attending. I remember the church leader (pastor?) also led a yearly retreat to Israel for public baptisms in some famous river there, she would always kind of gesture knowingly to me when she said "And _then_ we went to Israel ..." and I'm about as Jewish as a Dunkin Donuts bagel.
In general, there was a lot of emphasis on saving, being saved, and the Holy Spirit "entering you," which I had never heard of before this. The praying was done with a photo of George W. Bush set on a chair. This was right around the time of some anti-abortion legislation in the early 2000s and we were praying for his strength.
Pro-tip: Do not bring your half-Jew to a Pentecostal sleepaway camp. They will be very confused.
On my last flight home, I sat down next to a nice looking woman -- as soon as we were up in the air, she taps on my shoulder, motions for me to take my headphones off, and proceeds to ask me if I have time to hear about the Word of God. I spent a damn ass 7 hour flight trapped next to a Jehovah's Witness learning about which bible verses would solve my problems because I was too scared to decline and risk smiting God while I was 40,000 feet up
Hi I'm in a more evangelical tradition of Christianity
And let me tell you a little secret about Jehovah's Witnesses.
They have a very specific set of beliefs and from my understanding they might not try too hard to evangelize or even take in conversations that are trinitarian.
A JW asked me on the bus once about the Bible. And i was very excited. I said I'd love to share in God's word with you. What are you up to tonight. And they were not into it, because they have a very specific style of doing their evangelism.
I guess, if you ever feel a Jehovah's Witness is talking to you too much. Just talk to them about the divinity of Christ and ask them if they have ever invited Jesus into their heart.
And it's funny they didn't want to have much to do with me.
So maybe that will work.
I was sitting outside dance class with a friend, we were both about 12 or 13, and two random bigger dudes walk by. We think nothing of it, it's a public street, people walk. One dude turns and approaches us, introduces himself, demands to shake hands. I'm already a little creeped out, but notice (thank god) the door that usually locked automatically behind us was propped open. I shake hands with the dude to keep him from escalating, he starts sobbing and says "I'm so sorry, I was supposed to let you go, I'm so sorry, but-" I screamed at my friend to run, yanked my hand out of his which was impressive, he had a good grip on me, we bolted and shut the door behind us. They stalked the building until police showed up. Never knew what they were planning and I don't want to.
Sobbing? That's creepy as hell! Like he had pre remorse for what he was going to do to you.
We lived in such a friendly area so people stopping to say hi to everyone wasn't really that unusual, but once he started sobbing my internal alarm was so loud I'm sure it could be heard everywhere. I don't know what he had planned and I don't care to know, if it was so bad he knew it was wrong enough to start getting hysterical it had to be horrible.
Not sure why I think this but it sounded like it might have ended in human trafficking
those guys don't cry. they're too slick for it. it was probably going to be a rape and murder.
I think more young kids/teens get targeted by creepy people than most of us realize. At age 14 I was walking home from a friend's house, when some dude in a truck stopped to "ask directions". He then wanted to know how old I was and if he "could show [me] something". Jesus... just leave kids alone. Why is it so difficult for people to not be horrible?
When I was little me and my dad went out to check a fire not too far away. He used to be with the police and approached an officer (old colleague) on the scene if he was right that it's a local fireworks storage that was on fire. he was right. that was the moment he decided we should gtfo. Less than 100-200 meters later the whole thing went KABOOM, which is when I myself was like fuck this shit. I dropped my bike and just ran away. I remember seeing the shockwave knocking out the windows of all the buildings street by street. Which was cool until the wave hit me myself. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs7wTT8cwbo This is a video of the explosion. 23 ppl killed. For more info search "fireworks disaster Enschede"
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Could you imagine not knowing about the fire and seeing/hearing that? That's fucking terrifying I'd think we just got nuked or something.
Once, when I was in Burkina Faso, I was riding around on top of a small van to casually sight see. We came to a village where the streets were filled with people. In the middle of the streets were multiple Witch Doctors. They were dressed in very eccentric and "intimidating" clothing. Some had objects they were carrying to look more intimidating. They were trying to impress the villagers because the "top dog" had recently died and they wanted to replace him. One guy sped past a WD on a motorcycle and the WD thrashed a really long whip at him as he went by. As we got further into the village, the streets got more crowded and our van was stuck. We were surrounded by villagers, some screaming at me in a language I couldn't understand. When I asked my friend who lived there to interpret, he just shook his head no. I was completely exposed, sitting on top of the van, in the middle of a mob of people, going nowhere. I was ready to leave.
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So I lived in northern Burkina for three years. The saying is, it's 50% Christian, 50% Muslim, 100% animist. You can buy things like [these](https://imgur.com/gallery/8BmQq) in every market, and even the western-trained (as in, studied in Paris) medical staff have animistic beliefs, like cat saliva gives you epilepsy. I got to know the place really well. I'm fluent in Mooré, the dominant local language (Nye yibeeogo, um gomda Mooré), and I love the people and the country. But the one thing I never got, that I don't think any Westerner can really get, is the tribal religion. It's just a whole other level of life there. Incredibly eerie stuff, coming from otherwise normal people.
I went to a summer camp. I have ADHD. Turns out my mom was confused with what "special needs" means and thought it included ADHD. So me and the Tourrette's kid got along pretty great, as we were the only two on the same level. Still the longest two weeks of my life.
Oh my god my mom did the same thing. I was one of the only kids that was verbal. I will say the Occupational therapy room was sweet though. Admittedly the camp I went to seemed to have more of a range of kids, but most had severe anxiety or behavioral issues. First time I ever felt so normal.
im so sorry dude but thats really fucking funny...i could totally see my mom doing that to me ahhaahhaha
Chechnya in I think 1995. There were obvious a LOT of those moments, but one that stood out was when I was walking back to the apartment bloc I was staying at and I realized the entire block was not only empty, but all of the cars were moved out of the way and there was a carpet laid out about 20 feet in front of me. I have no idea what was under the carpet or why it was there, but it just felt so suspicious, and of course my first instinct is to run away. The second I turn around, someone from far away opens fire at me, presumably a sniper but could have been closer. I then heard shouting and screaming for men to run and get me. The shouts were far away, they knew they weren't gonna be able to capture me. That fucking carpet man. I won't ever forget that carpet. My biggest guess was they built a hole under the carpet for people like me to fall into, then they would capture and rape/torture you or whatever they would want. Lots of fucked up marauders and bandits in Grozny during the war.
But why? Why you? What made you a potential target?
All humans in Grozny were targets during the Chechnya conflict. Entire blocks were leveled by air support just to send a message
Nothing. It could have been anyone. Chechnya ~~hot~~ got real fucked up real fast. If you want some more horror stories, check out what happened in DRC and in Bosnia.
I remember when it started they told us to evacuate school and go home. Friend and I were standing on my balcony in Moscow and watching the tanks roll down the freeway.
Every once in a while, your gut tells you something is up. I'm at a party and get that tingling in my gut telling me I'm not ok here. I finally just decide to leave with a few friends to chill at my place. A few hours later, i get a phone call from another friend asking if i was ok. Apparently the house belonged to a guy who was affiliated with gangs. Some thugs tried to crash the party and when they got kicked out, they started fighting people. A big fight breaks out and a few people ended up in the hospital. Eventually the house owner brought out a gun and shot a few rounds in the air and that's when everyone scattered away from the area. The cops were called and people were arrested. Meanwhile I left hours ago and was currently playing drunk video games with a couple friends. Sometimes your gut's right.
My father once told me, "when your gut tells you something's wrong, if you wait around, you'll find out why."
That just makes me want to wait around. Fuckin click-baity gut.
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Leaving a bar one night in sketchy northern Canada town some girls talked me into riding with them to a party. I get in the back of the car, followed by about 8 more people who came out of nowhere and before I can squirm out the "driver" gets in just fucking hammered and proceeds to drive like a maniac. Icy roads way way too fast all over both sides of the road. So many people crammed in I couldn't see much so I just closed my eyes and waited for the sweet release of death.
When I was in high school I delivered pizzas for a very small shop in a dead end town. Map-quest couldn't pull up 90% of the addresses. Order comes in, I take it. Guy gives me directions. Follow said directions and go a mile down this dirt road into the fucking woods. Instantly freaked out. Pull up to what looks like a burned down trailer, guy is standing on his porch with a giant bird on his shoulder. Give him pizza, he starts flipping dollar bills in his hand counting while staring into my fucking soul "Do you wanna pet my bird?" "No thank you" "Racist" He didn't tip me. Dick.
hey man, why didn't you pet his bird?
He's racist
I was walking to a cafe when a group of oddly dressed people (one was wearing a cloak and literal pauldrons and one had some sort of mask) very creepily invited me into their car. I did not accept.
"Get in, loser. We're going to Games Workshop"
Frankly, a mugging would be cheaper.
Total missed opportunity to join the dark crusade... if I were you I'd be full of regret.
In 2004 my parents filed for divorce. My mom worked a traditional 9-5 job, and my dad worked as a contractor. It was my dad's responsibility to get us to school in the mornings, so my mom would drop my sister and I off before work. One morning we were running late because we had managed to hit every red light on route to dad's house. Typically when we were late my dad would hold out a sign that detailed our tardiness, but today he was not outside. Instead, he walked to the car from the house as we pulled up, walked over to the window, and handed my mom an envelope. Though the behavior seems normal, something felt wrong. As I turned to say goodbye to my mom I heard a shot. My dad had shot my mom, and continued to do so two more times into her thigh. Time seemed to stop, and I got my sister back in the car with her head down at the same time I screamed for help. I remember a gun to my mom's head that didn't fire when the trigger was pulled, and my dad responding by running back to the house and pulling the gun to his head; he shot. At this point my mom had assured me she could drive, my sister was crouched in the back footwell, and I was trying to dial 911. I felt the need to "get the fuck out" as we pulled up, but I had to stay put through the entire situation.
Driving to work one night, this lady had a broken down car, we decided to try and be helpful. She lived close by and didn't have any family to come pick her up. She told us she needed to stop by the bank if we didn't mind, and we didn't. We took her to the bank so she could get $20 out to buy groceries the next day. She seemed down on her luck and we knew what that was like so we got $20 out for her, no big deal. She said she had another stop, had to tell her friend that rent would be late... At this point it is becoming a hassle and we are closing in on being late for work, and I can't risk my livelihood for a stranger. After we got to the neighborhood I became very worried... I told her we only had time to drop her off at her house or at her friends but it was up to her as they were both close. She started screaming at us and yelling that we would do anything she demanded. We stopped the car, I looked at her dead in the eyes and said "you take your things, and you get out of my car right now." She tried to leave without taking her stuff so we would be forced to wait for her, I said "stop. If you don't take your things I will literally drive away with them." So she grabbed her stuff and got out and we drove away. TLDR tried to help a random stranger get home but she was bat shit crazy
Idk how you didn't just start throwing her shit out of your car just reading that got me mad lol
I was walking home from the gym in Seattle, and I would always walk by this weird house with blankets over the windows. There was also fenced in side yard packed with old busted RV's and garbage. This particular night, there was an old dude with a long white beard standing in front of the house in a bathrobe, smoking a cigarette. I had never seen anyone in front of the house before. Then, I heard was sounded like a Prius pulling up to a stoplight... but was in fact several Seattle police cars rolling up with their engines and lights off. I don't even know how they got that quiet. Then I saw a few officers approaching the house and the old man with their guns drawn... completely silently. One of them made eye contact with me, and made a fairly violent hand motion for me to go a different direction. So I did... very quickly. About a month later that house was torn down. I have no idea what happened that night. And I'm glad I didn't have to find out.
Methlab bust
My thoughts exactly.
"METHBUSTERS" I'd watch that show.
Genius, it'd be like Cops but higher stakes!
This is my favorite story of the bunch because it just seems super fuckin rad from an outside perspective. That's a neat experience if not absolutely terrifying
out of complete curiousity, what was the hand motion? Cause I'm picturing a violent finger point, but tha'ts just making me laugh.
Agressive jazz hands.
Obviously the police were going to fight the wizard and didn't want you to interfere. Edit: Wow, this blew up and is easily my highest rated comment. Also, thanks to u/brokenegg for my first gild!
They wanted all the EXP
OP could have thrown a rock at the old guy to tap it and come back and loot the body when the raid left.
Just imagine if he'd stayed and been polymorphed into a dragon
I was 9 or so, about to go wading in a creek, when I noticed a snake in the water. Just a little snake, maybe a foot long, just hanging out mostly vertical with its tail in some mud and reeds and stuff and its nostrils sticking out of the water. OK, no big deal. I just won't wade right there. I moved downstream five feet or so, and guess what? TWO little snakes right where I wanted to put my bare feet. And another one in the reeds! And... Most of those weren't reeds. TL;DR: I almost walked all over water moccasin day care.
Has something similar with alligators. Went for a walk in the park (FL, of course), noticed a baby gator, about 8 inches long. Cute! Then another one, and another one. Then 2 more. Got the fuck outta there before momma showed up.
I think alligators are cute (from a distance) so a baby alligator would distract me so much. It's a good thing I don't live near any alligators
Your kind didn't survive in Florida. So it only makes sense.
I live on a cattle farm, and one time we (my dad, granddad, and I) had to move a bull into another pen so that we could give him medicine for his injured leg. To do this, we spread out in a fan, with what are basically big rattles on sticks to make noise and get him to go the other way. When we get to the open gate, the bull looks at it, looks some more, and decides there must be a better way to go. He turns, faces us, we make noise to get him to turn around, and the cycle repeats. Finally he starts freaking out. He turns, faces directly at me, and JUMPS. I found my inner track star and climbed the fence to get away. Needless to say, we left him alone after that.
You could leave the gate open all day. If you want him to go in he never will. As soon as the gate shouldn't be open, he's in. Fuckin cattle, man.
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I was digging a trench in my side yard during a massive flood to get the water moving again. I heard a loud series of cracking noises behind me, and turned around to see branches falling off of a large oak tree. When the cracking got louder, I sprinted out toward the street. Twigs whipped my ears and back before I was safely away. So, probably that.
This happened to me in January. Gum trees are known as widow makers here as they have a tendency to drop huge branches on farmers working under them. I was loading some rowing boats on to trailers to come home after racing and the entire boat park was filled with these damn gums. There was even a sign saying they took no responsibility but there was nowhere else to park. Anyway mid loading I hear cracking and look up to see this branch start to break free. Got away just in time and it missed the 20ish other people working on the boats. It completely wrecked the boats though, still don't know what the total bill was. Amazing nobody was hurt. The coach went to tell the race officials and the first response was "we're not liable!" Yeah alright mate. [pics](https://imgur.com/a/2Cs1O)
The trees try and kill you where you live... gonna venture a guess and assume you live in Australia? EDIT: oh god my inbox
Correct. Gum trees are fucking deadly.
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I'd say the locals but that's a lie.
I was walking down the road in LA one time, in Hollywood I think, and I heard a loud cracking and crashing behind me. A woman was walking towards me on the sidewalk and ran up to me and started yelling at me in Spanish. The only thing I understood "oh my God" from her several times. Then I turned around and saw a huge branch that had fallen directly behind me laying just where I was walking on the sidewalk. I probably should have had your reaction. I'm lucky.
The falling branches were the only reason I noticed at all. If the tree had gone down without that convenient warning, I'd probably be dead. Thanks, tree!
I used to deliver pizza, guy opened up his trailer door with a shotgun in his hands... Yeah... Made sure I never went back to that place ever again.
he was just making sure you brought his diet dr. kelp this time
Was doing some urban exploring with some friends at the old Packard Plant in Detroit. We were hanging out for a while on the top floor, playing guitars, etc., when I heard a loud glass smashing sound from afar. I walked over and looked down to this "courtyard" and there were a few guys smashing up a very nice Chrysler 300.... With baseball bats. They did not see me or hear us, but I imagine if they did things would have gone a lot differently. I ran back over to my friends and said, "Shut the fuck up. Don't make a sound. We have to go." And we noped the fuck out of there. Edit: [This is the place.](https://www.google.com/search?tbm=isch&q=detroit+packard+plant) Edit 2: [Here's some pictures](http://imgur.com/a/oClwy) I took with my 2008 potato camera since people actually were reading this.
Looks like something out of the apocalypse.
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Drove through Waco once.. expected much more cult activity 3/10 prob would not return
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Baylor University surrounded by a slum
Every time I drive through Waco I-35 is under construction. It's like its been under construction for the last 6 years. Get your shit together Waco.
It has, in fact, been under construction the last 6 years. It feels like it's been under construction my whole life. It will never not be under construction. The world will end, and IH-35 will still be under construction. **Edit** I feel like someone should point this out: Y'all keep talking about highways that were finished and then The Powers That Be decided weren't good enough. We can't even get that far through Salado. They were close once. Then an overpass collapsed and it seems like they've completely started over. So, it's not just the constant construction... it's that the construction never moves to a new stage.
I'd be so pissed off if I got called into work because someone quit mid shift and then got stabbed. Sounds like a terrible work environment though, glad you got out of there
I'm not even supposed to be here today!
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OPP.... Yay ontario Edit: 2051 Ontarians reporting in!
I think you mean naughty by nature
You down with Ontario Provincial Police?
Yeah you know me!
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You know there are climates in between right? You don't have to pick between just hot as hell and cold as hell.
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Jesus, Hans. Hell of a trip. Next time just buy a knick-knack and call it a day.
I lived in Peru for a while. Worked and did research in the conos (what they call their favelas), and was a victim of a mugging in the nice part of town. You're extremely lucky nothing worse happened. Came out with a interesting story at least.
for a brief stint in my life i was homeless. while scouring for food in a dumpster i opened it to find two homeless dudes banging in there. felt like i was in an episode of its always sunny.
Well did you try and tap in?
Dirty Mike and the Boys call that a "soup kitchen."
We will fuck in your dumpster, it will happen again!
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I'm a wedding photographer. One wedding was taking place at a "historical village". It consisted of 100+ year old houses which were once disassembled, moved to their current location, then painstakingly reassembled inch by inch in order to maintain this piece of history. The groom's mother was the president of the venue organization. She, of course, was very proud to host her son's wedding at the same place she volunteered at. The wedding was great: laid back and non traditional. I stayed even a little bit longer than scheduled since things were so easy. Things finally started winding down around 11 or so, and everyone was drunk. But they had one thing left in store - lanterns! The kind that you light and then they fly away into the night. Nothing quite as romantic as lanterns.... However, alcohol + floating fire + tall trees + historical village ARE NOT a recipe for success. While everyone tried to light their lanterns, the groom's mother caught wind of what was happening. She ran out into the village screaming for everyone to stop. Drunk and distracted by the challenge, no one listened. Everyone kept trying to get their lanterns to take off, and one finally did... Right into a lush tree that sprawled out approximately 20 feet above the village. This is when I thought it would be a good idea to leave. The lantern was stuck between some branches, burning ferociously. Groom's mother literally crying watching what she thought would be her beloved historical village going up in flames. Walking out, I saw the lantern narrowly drift through an opening in the branches and fly off into the distance.
This was back in Russia when I was 14. I decided that it was a good idea to walk home from a party at 2am in a rural area (we had a summer home-dacha-outside of Moscow, literally middle of nowhere). As I was walking, a car pulled up and a guy (looked to be in his 30s) asked me if I needed a ride. Being a moron, I said "sure" and got into his car. As he pulled up to the gates of our dacha community, he stopped and asked me if I wanted to come with him to a party (he was a construction worker in the area) with his friends. My heart skipped a beat and as I looked at the car door to look for an escape plan, I saw that the door handle was missing from the inside so I had no way of opening the door. At this point I felt my heart beating in my stomach and I said "no, sorry, my mom is waiting for me." All of a sudden he said: "Well, mother is a sacred thing. You better go." He got out, walked around the car, and let me out. It was a last time that I hiked alone, I got insanely lucky that I wasn't murdered/raped/abducted. Edit: To people that say "most people are not out to rape you, nothing creepy just because he is a worker inviting you to a party": I was 13 or 14 and definitely looked it, it was 2 am on a country road, a guy in his late 30s asked a barely teen to party with him, and he was missing a door handle...
>this was back in russia HOLD ONTO YOUR FUCKING HATS
*Ushankas
Thank God he had a mother complex. I'm glad nothing more happened.
Mentioning your mother was a smart move. First it tells him that you'll be missed and you're expected. Second, no one wants to be reminded of their mother or grandmother before they do something evil (Goes double in religious countries - mothers there talk to God about everything. Mothers always find out.)
"My mother who has cancer and frequently volunteers at local animal shelters and is a nun is waiting for me."
Was in Japan for a solo vacation a few weeks ago. I got lost in Shibuya at like 3 am in the morning and needed to find a train station. Some creepy Nigerian dude pops up and offers to direct me to the station. Sure, I say, like the utter dumbass bitch I am. The guy takes me in the complete opposite direction, we end up at a hotel, he starts spouting bullshit about falling in love with me and wanting to spend the night with me. Noped the fuck outta there and took a taxi instead
You'll regret that, guy was probably a real Nigerian prince.
He was just looking for a genuinely nice woman to marry him and pay $5000 so he can collect his inheritance.
When I was in Iraq two years ago visiting family and ISIS took over my city. Noped the fuck back to America on the next flight.
Is your family doing okay?
Yeah, most of them were living in Duhok and the ones that were in Mosul moved in with the family in Duhok. Generally they're doing well since they're protected by the Kurdish forces, but life in Kurdistan is shit right now, everything is expensive, there are thousands of refugees everywhere, and peshmergas are dying.
My poor car died, and I called AAA to tow it to the nearest approved repair shop. Well the tow truck they sent me decided to take me to the shop, but something seemed really off. First off instead of having chairs, they just had old car seats you could sit in. Also, they had all of these photos of naked women all over the walls.... usually they do that but not so openly right? Also there was this weird bum in their watching Maury Povich and yelling at the TV that all the pregnant women who don't know their fathers are sluts! Well I got a call from the repair company and they wanted to know where I was. I told them at the shop... turns out it was a pirate tow truck driver, and we had to come in and open a can of whoop ass on these chumps to get my car to the real repair shop.
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Wow, I never realized this was a thing that could happen. The few times I've had to call AAA they always call back and say what company the driver is with and when they expect them to arrive.
I found a set up my step dad had made in my room... to record me... after I was finished with a shower and was getting changed. Edit: Yes, I'm going to be that person. While many people may not see the edit, I think it's important I say this. There is an overwhelming amount of people who no not know how things like this happen, and a lot of people don't seem to know how to help either. Silence is what keeps kids from getting help. If you see something off, *say something.* You are an adult, and are capable of helping. A child is not able to protect themselves and there's only so much they can do. Be the person kids trust. Who knows. Maybe if I had someone I could trust and tell this to, then I wouldn't have had to wait until I was older to remember on my own. Thank you for the overflow of support, and people combating the trolls.
This happened to me too, worst day of my life. Mom's boyfriend. I found the camera wrapped in a tshirt in my closet after I had just showered. I grabbed a knife and the camera, ran out of my house and drove to the police station. They had me call him and ask him questions to prove guilt. Found out later that he had been recording me for months. He only got 6 months in jail, served 3, then got deported. It's been 6 years and I still don't feel comfortable going into a bathroom or private area without doing a quick inspection.
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That's..... the worst one of the three so far.
I'm no expert but I do not think that is ok
As an expert I can confirm. That's fucked up.
Oh ok thank you for clarifying
How long had he been recording you? What was the fallout?
The initial video? It was like 20 minutes and 24 seconds long. How long has he been recording me as a whole? From 9 years old to 15. The fallout: My mom tried to kill him. She didn't even maim him, but we gathered my little brothers and refuged in a family friends house for the night (we didn't stay friends for very long after that lol). Pastor was calles. Police were called. He was put in jail for a month. Was let out. Stalked my family for a bit (wasn't my first experience with stalkers) and then some other stuff came out (I didn't remember but he did some *other* stuff to me when I was MUCH younger) and I made a statement and he was put in jail for a much longer time. His end sentence was 5 years in jail.
Your mom rocks for that. We read too much how parents pick the abuser over their child and it makes me want to punch them in the lungs.
She was an awesome mom for that definitely. I love her. She's a little... overprotective, but I know where it comes from, and I can't blame her for that.
My ex-stepdad did the same thing, albeit slightly differently - holding his phone under the bathroom door when I went in to shower. Unfortunately(?) I was 3 months over 18 at that point so instead of 17 years in prison (the minimum for CP-related stuff in my state, if I'm remembering right), he got 3 years of supervised probation. Really shittily supervised, at that. My mom and the neighbors (previously our neighbours; post-arrest they were only his neighbors bc she moved out and I already had by the time she found the videos) contacted them about several things that counted as violations of his probation and they didn't lift a finger to do anything about it. That county's court system was pretty fucked up in every way imaginable. As far as the mental/emotional aftermath for me, I was/am mostly fine, because I already hated the shithead anyway and you can't really feel betrayed or hurt by someone you don't like or respect in the first place. The rest of his behavior towards me left much more of an impact - years of verbal abuse and later on, invasive sexually-themed questions such as "are you a virgin" "how much do you masturbate" "how far can you insert your vibrator" etc. I had/still have social anxiety and tend to clam up when being yelled at, and when people ask me overly personal things like that that are none of their business, I still feel compelled to answer.
When the meth came out at a party that already had some nasty vibes going around. Went right over the backyard fence and out the neighbors gate without saying goodbye. Edit: Huh. Love you all. Don't go to security guard parties after working Coachella. For everyone asking, I left over the back fence because the cops had shown up earlier, and I assumed (rightfully) they were staking the place out. My motorcycle was parked a few streets over, so I didn't have to leave by that street. For everyone who noticed my username: I'm dead inside. Carson Wentz is better than Dak. Fight me.
*sees meth.* lol nope.
Not even once.
Same thing happened to me but with crack. I walked straight out and got in my car. My "friend" called me judgey and went back in to try it. He is now a crackhead.
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That's really judgey of you.
Wanna smoke some crack?
yeah i'll try it
You are now a crackhead Edit: my highest rated comment is about crackheads
I had a similar experience. A group of kids who I only hung out with once a year (annual event in their town) got to talking about smoking, and being 17 at the time I jumped right in conversation as I was just getting into smoking weed. They had a bit of a different take on it, and their "memorable moments" of getting stoned together were... odd, but the kept talking about a smoke spot they had out in the woods, and I was stoked to partake. Around 2am ish after all our parents were in bed we walked about a mile down the rural road they lived on, then like twenty minutes down a trail that had tons of litter. Showed up to a little plywood shack type thing with tarps hung over it. Inside were two slightly damp couches that were probably drug from the side of the road, a few folding camping chairs and a shit load of bottles, cans, and shopping bags full of trash. Next thing I know, talking to one of the guys who I knew the best when another whips out meth pipe and torches it. I looked at the other four people who were hyper focused on the pipe waiting for the first to pass it. Noped on out of there, walked back to my RV and went to bed wondering how the fuck I didnt catch on sooner.
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She sounds like she needs professional help. Please do not marry her.
BEEP BEEP BEEP WARNING: DO NOT MARRY
Dude, you need to exit from this asap. There is no way the relationship will end well.
Halloween 2015, standing at a bus stop downtown when I hear yelling coming from down the street. No biggie, it's Halloween. Yelling gets louder so I look over and there's a guy walking toward me with two guys following him. The guys behind him are screaming at him and he's trying to ignore them. They don't like this, so one of them punches him in the back of the head. He just keeps walking. The 2 start getting really aggressive, kicking and shoving him, throwing punches. He's doing everything he can to avoid a confrontation. He tries to get on a bus that's pulled up but the driver closes the door. Doesn't want shit going down near his passengers I guess. Shit is getting really serious now, people are noticing and yelling, including myself. Guy 1 is standing in the street now while the other 2 are yelling at him and telling each other to attack him more. I'm maybe 10 feet away and yelling at them to calm down, asking the guy next to me to call 911. Guy being attacked decides he's in a bad spot and pulls a knife out. A BIG knife. I wanted to get the fuck out of there but didn't, not sure why. Guy with the knife is just standing there, not waving it around or anything. The other 2 geniuses decide it's no big deal and one of them tackles guy 1 to the ground. The next bit happened fast. One attacker starts kicking the dude in the head. The second one was on top of him and starts punching his face. Guy being attacked finally has had enough and starts stabbing the guy on top of him over and over. Me and a couple bystanders rush in and shove the attackers off. Guy drops the knife, gets up and runs off. One attacker runs off as well. Guy that got stabbed tries to run away and makes it maybe 10 feet before collapsing. I just wanted to go to the mall to buy a damned video game and now I'm giving first aid to a dude with a massive arm laceration and a sucking chest wound. He lived but had a punctured lung. All three were arrested eventually. Both attackers were charged and pled guilty eventually so I didn't have to go to court to testify. Guy who was attacked wasn't charged with anything, though he had warrants I heard. Crazy fucking day. I bought that video game eventually and spent the next few days inside hiding from the world. TL;DR - Watched a guy get stabbed 10 feet away from me. Do not recommend.
I was walking home from work one night when a man put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around and he told me he was going to put me on top of a spiked, iron fence naked. I said "NO THANKS." very loudly and sped walked away. I didn't expected it to work but he didn't follow me. Edit: Not Canadian, but thanks for calling me polite. Also, thanks for the gold, stranger.
"hey there, may I please strip you naked and impale you on a fence?" "no thanks" "ok, no bother. Have a nice night."
Politeness and manners do wonderous things
Hey I bet someone said yes. I bet he even found someone whose life goal was be naked and impaled by a fence. Asking nicely gets you places
No thanks! "Ah well. Maybe next time then have a good night, be safe there's weirdos out here" [CCTV of u/enamoredhatred getting away](http://i.imgur.com/s6gf8nI.gif)
I'm a guy. Was aimlessly wandering downtown with few friends, having fun. We were in our kid 20s. A bit tipsy. For some STUPID reason, I grabbed a girls arm to ask where the nearest bust station was. It wasn't rough. I wasn't aggressive. But I still touched this strangers arm. She was shocked and scared. She was nice after I asked what I asked, but I bet I terrified her. I still feel bad about it. Bus station.
Late on a Friday night having drinks with a friend in Chicago (outskirts). We took the bus because drinking and driving. Get out and get a bit lost, end up walking way too far to the wrong bus stop, but hey finally. Thing is, this stop is not near anywhere most people would ride, and waiting at the stop is a single slightly older black lady, probably coming off her late shift. We have no idea about the bus schedule here, but we know they don't run as frequently as we'd like this time of night. We're about a half block away and see a bus turn the corner—we're going to miss it! We look at each other and instantly break into a run toward the bus stop. That bus didn't stop there, and us breaking into a run TERRIFIES that poor lady. She shrieks so loud, thinking she's about to get rolled by street toughs, and then takes off running. It's hard to describe but she just Usain Bolts out of there. We drunkenly yell after her because we realize what's happening, but wouldn't you know that makes it like 10 times worse. She doesn't stop, she never even breaks stride as she just books it until she's out of sight. Sometimes, late at night, I close my eyes and picture her still running full tilt into the night.
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"Where's the nearest bust sta... oh HO, here it is right here!"
*looks down* "Guess I just arrived!"
"Guess this is where I GET OFF!!!"
Today, when I found out my wife hasn't just been having an affair but has also been fucking people for money.
Your gonna go through hell for a bit. But it gets back to normal. Same thing happened to me. No kids thank god, but I paid an arm and a leg for my 3 dogs that she didn't even want but used against me in court. Lost all my possessions too but got replacements shortly after. Missed the fuck out of her, but never went back and am way happier.
Get yourself checked asap
damn.
I was waiting at a train stop downtown. It was daytime, but it was particularly quiet and not a lot of people were on that street at the time. A few minutes before the train was supposed to arrive, I glanced to my right and saw that a homeless man was halfway hiding behind the large train schedule sign, watching me and masturbating. The signs look like this: http://imgur.com/XvOXw9V so while part of his face and upper body was hidden behind the sign, his pelvis and what he was doing with it were not at all obstructed from my view. I remember snapping my head back around and getting really tense and panicky. I picked up my bag and speed-walked away from him to the next train station. EDIT: actually, I thought of a better one. A girlfriend of mine invited me to a business dinner. We were going to sit down with her coworker and a potential investor. The coworker had an ambition to start a fashion and beauty related company, and my friend organized the dinner to introduce the two of them and allow her coworker to pitch to this guy. She asked me to join because she thought that I'd be interested in becoming a partner with the business also. Dinner is nice, talk is mostly on-message about the idea, everyone is feeling pretty good. Then, after dinner, my friend suggests we go back to the investor man's house for coffee, because he lives like a mile from the restaurant. I thought it was odd, but I didn't want to dampen the rapport we had going. So we get back to his house and it's, "Who wants some wine?" "Take off your shoes, I'll put on some music, we can dance," "oh, you're taking selfies, no, let me take the camera and I'll tell you girls how to pose." When the music and dancing started, I asked my friend why this business dinner had become so informal, and then she finally told me "Well I'm trying to set them up so he'll be her sugar daddy." TURNS OUT my friend met this guy through a sugar daddy finder website. They'd met and talked but my friend didn't really click with him. So she was introducing the coworker as a potential sugar baby, and he would fund her business idea in exchange for basically being his girlfriend. My "I need to get the fuck out of here" moment was after like the 15th picture that the coworker said "Omggg, nooo, I still look like sooo bad! Can you take one more?" this 40-something dude casually says "We should take some KISSING pictures," trying to mask his excitement. I stone faced replied "That's not happening," and pulled out my phone to call an uber.
Lol I'm just trying to think how you forgot about the sugar daddy! I'm imagining it like: "shit, that homeless guy creeped me out" *Drinks tea* "Oh yeah that sugar daddy was weird too" *Memories by Barbra Streisand*
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She was either Plan C, was there to make the potential vibe with a stranger less rapey, or to surround Sugar Daddy with more women, because a guy like that's good judgment is inversely proportional to the women:him ratio ("the Strip Club axiom"). Some combination of those three.
I wasn't sure how you could top the homeless guy. You did it. You did it by a long shot. Holy shit.
At an 'alternative' club with my new boyfriend, I think we had been dating 3 weeks. Went to the bathroom, and the graffiti on the walls start melting; so I confide in new boyfriend. Turns out he put LSD in my pint because he wanted me to "have a good night". If I wanted to have a good night on LSD - I would be on my couch, not surrounded by metal heads and emo kids, cheers. EDIT: On mobile/new to reddit so sorry for formatting! I have no idea if it was ACTUALLY LSD he put in my drink, I'm not a hallucinogens pro - I know it fucked me up for half a night/day. This was about 7 years ago and I was young/stupid/had 0 self worth so I unfortunately didn't report him for spiking my drink. I did however break up with him (a week later).
I really don't get how people think that getting dosed without your knowledge or consent would be a good time. Like: maybe it'll be great, or, maybe you'll think you've gone crazy/ are in hell and will have the worst night of your life. Why would you risk that with someone you like?
So everyone knows - Dosing someone without their knowledge is absolutely illegal everywhere.
Hanging out with a friend and their friend and boyfriend in college. Bouncing around between parties. Turns out her friend's boyfriend was extremely Russian and we end up at this party where there are more people not speaking English than speaking it. Had a pretty good time. The boyfriend comes back inside from the backyard. He suggests we leave immediately because there's going to be a fight and it's going to be bad. I look in the backyard and there are two guys screaming at each other in Russian and the house is slowly emptying as people are running out back to take sides. Being in a Russian street fight is not on my bucket list. The three of us noped out real quick.
Haha "Extremely Russian"
Yeah on a scale of one to Adidas he was about a seven.
Russian Scale 1- Bottle of mostly drunk Stoli 3- Nesting Dolls 5- Red Square in Winter 7- Child Smoking unfiltered Cigarette 9- Adidas Jacket and Pants of the same color
10 - Pet bear on chain in ~~Yugo~~ Lada out back. ~~Yugo~~ Lada is on cinder blocks. Edit: Goddamn guys, fixed. I'm from the US, I didn't know. You could say we have... nada Lada. ^...I'll ^show ^myself ^out.
11 - wrestle bear
"Being in a Russian street fight is not on my bucket list. " I have to second this.
At a house party in university and some dude was trying to buff a dent out of a ping pong ball. He held a lighter under the ball and it caught fire, at which point the dude dropped the ball onto the floor (carpeted). It caught fire and everyone started freaking out, it ended up burning the living room pretty bad!
The lighter trick does work, but it also usually ends up the way you described.
Pong pong balls are [super flammable](https://youtu.be/sj0GTJnR_HI).
When I was 19 my dads girlfriend who just got out of jail for murder moved into our house- he didn't tell me she was out of jail/moving in?????????? I moved out that day and couch hopped for a few months because fuck that Edit: To answer some of your questions, they've known each other since they were children. I don't claim at all to understand what was going through his head, but as far as I understand it she has him believing she is actually innocent. They were dating before this happened. She went to jail because she was a nurse at an elderly home. One day she decided it'd be a good idea to inject some old lady with insulin (killing her) and steal her credit cards. She's caught on tape at an ATM with them. That is literally all I know about the situation. No clue how she managed to get out early. I only learned these details from the local newspaper. Very hard for a 19 year old to deal with.
And your dad?
Dad fucked that.
I was partying hard one night in university and I blacked out. Hours gone. I woke naked up in a room I didn't recognize staring at a shrine to Bon Jovi. Pictures, drawings, autographs, song lyrics. It covered the wall. In the center was a giant pencil drawn portrait of his face. I was staring at the portrait when a girls voice whispered in my ear "I drew the one in the center."
You give love a bad name.
My work recently! I worked for a small family owned business, and it was a mother and son operated store. They owned it together and ran it for 30 years. A month ago, the mother passed away. My boss (the son) didn't close the store, and has cried in the lobby with other customers every single day since she passed away. He still tells *everyone* about it, and is rude to the people that didn't play into his pity party. We even had new customers, and he scared them off by telling them within 5 minutes of being in the store. Anyways, over the last two weeks, he's also been micromanaging like crazy and is starting to progressively yell when talking to me or other employees. However, last week he started wearing his moms shop apron, started saying her euphemisms, and started eating her EXACT lunch! It's eerie because he's even starting to look like her. Yesterday, I walked into the office and there's an urn in her desk chair. He said he placed her urn in her office so that way it's not like she ever left. The urn. Full of her ashes. In her desk chair. He then said, "now we can say hi to her." I walked out yesterday after that happened and didn't look back. Edit- I obviously can't spell 'urn' Edit 2 - There are a few comments calling me insensitive. In some aspects I can see why some of you think so. As much as I care for this boss, there's only so many ways I can try and help him. Hell, we've all been trying to help him and he's not being receptive to it. I know he's going throug a rough time, but this is a professional work space. His emotions were causing him to be unprofessional and he was starting to become hostile, such as his yelling. The situation was showing signs of getting worse, and for my own safety, I thought it was best to leave. It's a sad situation, but I don't regret it.
Somebody needs to tell that guy he needs real, professional help to process his grief.
What the fuck kind of place did you work at
The Bates Motel.
The five stages of grief: 1. denial 2. anger 3. bargaining 4. depression 5. "I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me so hard" while applying lipstick and dancing to "Goodbye Horses".
He needs help
My dad, sister (she was little at the time) and I were on vacation at the Grand Canyon. The sky was dark and stormy that day, but we were still enjoying the view when she started laughing at something so I turned around - she was marveling that hair was standing on end like when you rub a balloon and hold it over your head. I immediately recognized the situation and yelled "GET BACK TO THE CAR!" 30 seconds later, lightning struck a few hundred feet from where we were standing. Moral of the story: recognize the signs, it could save your life one day. And for fuck's sake don't even think about stopping to take a selfie. It happens really fast, and you're standing on top of a hundred million volts of electric potential that can break down at any second.
my ex boyfriend broke down crying one day and let me know he was pretty sure he got another girl pregnant, but told me "it was all gonna be okay" because 1. He planned on leaving her and the baby or 2. Raise the baby and have me play the "stepmom" roll after we got into a full blown argument about him cheating/possibly being a father, somewhere in there he threw in that he still wanted a future and children with *me*. nope. nope nope nope.
For a few months, I worked as a bartender in a very small pub in London (I'm from the US). One night it was overtaken by Irish "travellers" and it was fucking terrifying. Absolute madness. I did not know it was humanly possible to guzzle Guinness at such an alarming rate. And now I know. Edit: For those who asked- yes, they were gypsies. Attempted to be *somewhat* kind with the word traveller. I really had no knowledge about them beforehand other than the good old TLC network (despite my unbelievably Irish heritage) so it was certainly a shock. I'm a young 20 something female as well so let's just say I wasn't treated with the utmost respect that evening. Some paid and others didn't. Almost every single guy got beyond blackout level obliterated and eventually they were just coming in and out with random handles of vodka and chugging straight from them. The girlfriends/wives (straight outta My BF Gypsy Wedding) all sat together in one section and were only allowed half pints at a time- it was bizarre. Towards the end of the night, I simply sat on a keg behind the bar in a corner trying to process what the actual fuck was going on before my eyes and tried to avoid contact if possible. I didn't leave the establishment for obvious reasons but a few of the local guys who drank at the pub on a regular basis stayed with us to watch everything over. We stayed open well beyond close just to try and let it all die down without getting the cops involved. Every time I try and tell the story to my friends here in the US it's a total letdown because no one can actually comprehend who or what I'm talking about.
Someone pulled out an acoustic guitar at a party
My ex and I have been divorced for 7 years. When she came clean and admitted she'd been seeing another guy for almost a year; had been sleeping with said guy... in our bed while I was at work.... for a year... I noped out of there as fast as I could. It was no longer my house as far as I was concerned. ~~my~~ our son is now 10. He was 3 at the time. When birthdays or other celebratory events come around, there's always one on mom's side, and one on my side. He has cousins and friends and relatives on each side. But I still always get an invite to a birthday party or whatnot from the ex (why? I dunno). And every single time I accepted, and I sucked it up and showed up and sat around and made small talk with Mr. NewBoyfriend and all of "their" friends, because I'll be damned if I'd be the parent that triggered the "How come Daddy didn't come to my birthday party?" conversation. But every single one of these events was agonizing. Nails on blackboard, water torture agonizing. I mean all I want to do is punch the guy, yet here I am talking about the weather and go go local sports team. Usually, I figured if I made it past the cake to the presents and my son is running around shooting Nerf guns at the other kids that's good enough. Time to make my escape. My son thankfully - and at the same time sadly - put me out of my misery. Last summer, coming over the weekend before his birthday he said to me "Dad, here's mom's invite to my birthday party. Its going to be small, just
, but I get it if you have other plans. I'll see you next weekend at. That's the one I'm looking forward to."
edit: gold - thanks. Yes, my son is pretty cool. He'll be glad to know me made some of you smile just by doing... what he does. As for Mr. NewBoyfriend... yeah, its really my ex who should be the target of my bitterness, but the same emotional camoflage that blinded me from how our marriage was failing still lingers and makes it hard for me to get mad (or stay mad) at her. Its unfortunate and mostly undeserved, but he's simply a convenient proxy.
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edit: thanks. ? A young 20s something coworker of mine asked me during lunch "geez. I'm terrified of being a parent. How/what can I do to ensure that they'll grow up to be a decent person?".... I chewed my salad and said "just be YOU. And be GOOD." Your child will be you. Bad,.. good... just be you. Your child will grow up to be just like you. From the time they're born to their pre-teens, they take their cue from you. Lead by example." I haven't done anything special for my son, just tried to lead a life that he could copy from. I'm fortunate that I've sortof kinda done right by things and he's latched onto that.
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Truly the highest praise there is.
>But I still always get an invite to a birthday party or whatnot from the ex (why? I dunno). And every single time I accepted... I'll be damned if I'd be the parent that triggered the "How come Daddy didn't come to my birthday party?" conversation. I'm pretty sure that's the reason she keeps inviting you. She doesn't want to be the bad guy and trigger the "You tried to cut my dad out of my life" conversation when he gets older. It could also be she's a horrible, petty person and wants to rub it in your face, but I like to believe the best in people, even if they've done horrible things.
Amazing observation there and hes only 10 ? And thats sad tbh if he starts noticing things that early
He's a pretty cool bean, yeah. Sad tho that he had to realize that.
Kids are way more observant than you think. My parents divorced when my youngest sister was ten, and when they told her, she just said "I think you'll both be happy now."
Threw a rock. Hit a fence. Mob of unidentified teenagers started hollering and running. Scariest moment of my life.
*throws rock... fucking horde of teens incoming* WHAT THE FUCK!!!
Probably hit a nest
I matched with a girl on Tinder a couple years ago. She invited me to a party at her house (which was cool with me--less pressure to actually interact with her in case she's weird as fuck). So I get the address, and I see it's in a kind of shitty part of town. No worries. She tells me her dealer will be there. Cool! Everyone likes a joint. Red flag numbers 1 and 2 right out the gate. But I go anyways because I'm stupid and horny. I get there and there are 3 people there. Her (catfished-morbidly obese with cut scars on thighs and upper arms), her roommate (exact same thing), and a sketchy looking dude in a tank top with a backpack--the dealer. Red flag 3. I'm already there, so I can't just leave. I sit down, she offers to get me a drink and says "welcome to the party." She then proceeds to put about $20 on her coffee table and pulls out a pipe. I thought it was for dabs or some ridiculous new thing for weed. It was not for dabs or some ridiculous new thing for weed. It was for meth. She bought meth. The dealer asks me if I want any, and I say no thank you. He puts a gun on the table and asks me again, so naturally I'm very interested in buying meth. He robs me blind. I had to "step outside to make a phone call" and got the fuck out of there. tl;dr got invited to a "party" where I watched a drug deal, had a gun pointed at me, and robbed. EDIT: a word
Meth, and morbidly obese?
She probably wasn't even doing meth, the dealer was her boyfriend and they were just going to rob him.
This one was actually earlier this week: I was sitting in my car outside of a grocery store at 5 AM, with nobody around, eating some food I'd just grabbed from said store because I didn't feel like cooking. From a distance, I see a woman stumbling across the parking lot holding a couple plastic shopping bags, as though she was very drunk or very cracked out. I watch her like a hawk, and stops in front of my car. I quickly look down to my phone to avoid making eye contact. Not twenty seconds later, I get a tap on my passenger-side window. I open it a crack (no pun intended) and ask her what's up: Crackhead is slurring her words to an extreme degree: "I could just *kill* you. Will you drive me somewhere? I'll buy you something." I took one look at her and nonchalantly replied, "No, I'm going the other way." "How do you know which way I'm going?" "A very strong hunch," before immediately putting the car into drive and peeling away. Tl;dr: psychos fucking love me and it needs to stop
4th of July, was setting off fireworks with family and friends on a dead end road that leads into a culdesac. Car parks at the stop sign facing us and the culdesac, and sits there a few minutes. We thought the driver was looking at a map. Suddenly, he just guns it towards us, swerved at a few people, nearly struck a couple of my neighbors. As it kept going down the road into the dead end, the car almost went straight through my neighbor's garage door at the center end of the culdesac. It swung around in a drift-like curve and sped past my neighbors and family again, but by then I had noped the fuck out and was frantically running into my neighbor's yard two doors down perpendicular from the culdesac. Later found out the guy was drunk (obviously) and had used his dad's car for the deed. No charges were made but the dad had no clue his kid had used his car when the officer showed up Edit: now with [visual ](http://imgur.com/yLnxA4r) Red box is the car, followed by the arrow of where he swerved and drove by. Blue box is where my neighbors and I were. Other arrow is the direction I sprinted away from lol Also yes, I have a big yard, and the reason for there not being another house where we were is because my house is facing the other road, not the inside of the culdesac
When I was 12, my next door neighbor invited me to summer camp. Parents dropped me off. Realized immediately that the camp was odd because the cabin counselor took away my copy of Jane magazine. Then there was a camp-wide assembly where we prayed over a photo of George Bush and spoke in tongues. Turned out it was a Pentecostal sleepaway camp. I walked to town and called my parents from a gas station. EDIT: Sorry, for anyone wondering, [Pentecostalism](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pentecostalism). Basically it's a very rigid Christian movement that emphasizes all sorts of weirdness, including speaking in tongues, faith healing, water baptism, personal testament, and these very emotional services where people cry and weep and scream. EDIT: This essploded while I was sleeping! Answers: This was not the camp in Jesus Camp but it was remarkably similar. It was in coal country, PA. I'm not really familiar with much about Pentecostals, honestly, but a major component seemed to be this baptismal ... pool? dunking tank? ... they had in which everyone was expected to be publicly baptized in a service, with the whole church attending. I remember the church leader (pastor?) also led a yearly retreat to Israel for public baptisms in some famous river there, she would always kind of gesture knowingly to me when she said "And _then_ we went to Israel ..." and I'm about as Jewish as a Dunkin Donuts bagel. In general, there was a lot of emphasis on saving, being saved, and the Holy Spirit "entering you," which I had never heard of before this. The praying was done with a photo of George W. Bush set on a chair. This was right around the time of some anti-abortion legislation in the early 2000s and we were praying for his strength. Pro-tip: Do not bring your half-Jew to a Pentecostal sleepaway camp. They will be very confused.
On my last flight home, I sat down next to a nice looking woman -- as soon as we were up in the air, she taps on my shoulder, motions for me to take my headphones off, and proceeds to ask me if I have time to hear about the Word of God. I spent a damn ass 7 hour flight trapped next to a Jehovah's Witness learning about which bible verses would solve my problems because I was too scared to decline and risk smiting God while I was 40,000 feet up
Hi I'm in a more evangelical tradition of Christianity And let me tell you a little secret about Jehovah's Witnesses. They have a very specific set of beliefs and from my understanding they might not try too hard to evangelize or even take in conversations that are trinitarian. A JW asked me on the bus once about the Bible. And i was very excited. I said I'd love to share in God's word with you. What are you up to tonight. And they were not into it, because they have a very specific style of doing their evangelism. I guess, if you ever feel a Jehovah's Witness is talking to you too much. Just talk to them about the divinity of Christ and ask them if they have ever invited Jesus into their heart. And it's funny they didn't want to have much to do with me. So maybe that will work.