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Most of us consider ourselves to be good people. But given the right circumstances, anyone can do something they’re not particularly proud of. From using questionable methods to teach someone a lesson to getting back at people who wronged us, our behaviors sometimes fall into life’s gray area. Like tightrope walkers, we slowly move across the thin line between right and wrong and sometimes succumb to the temptations of our darker side.
The puzzling part is that we may not feel a drop of shame about it. "What is the darkest thing you have ever done and don’t regret?" Redditor BirdyPizza recently asked and invited fellow members of the 'Ask Reddit' community to confess about the worst and most wicked acts they ever did and somehow kept a clear conscience.
After 4.6k comments, it was clear that people wasted no time and jumped at the chance to anonymously share their tales on the platform. We at Bored Panda scoured the thread and wrapped up an entertaining collection of stories for you to enjoy down below. So sit back and get your popcorn ready, because this stuff is better than the movies. If you have any similar experiences you would like to get off your chest, we’d love to hear about them in the comments!
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#1
I worked at a vet clinic as a tech for a long time. A lady came in to put her husband’s cat to sleep (husband had the cat prior to the marriage.) She wanted to euthanize the cat because it “slept too much and was old”. The cat was old, but she was also perfectly healthy. Lady told us that if we didn’t put the cat down she’d find someone else who would. We said okay, we agree to put the cat down, charged her for euthanasia and for cremation (she didn’t want ashes back thankfully). Lady leaves and we don’t put the cat down. We keep her as a clinic cat and she lived several more years in good health and happiness before dying of old age. The vet would joke that the euthanasia and cremation costs were “adoption fees”. Anytime the lady would come back to the clinic we’d hide the cat in a back room and snicker the whole time.
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#2
When I was 13 my very abusive and extremely drunken father was swinging at my dog trying to punch him. I kicked the old bastard down a flight of stairs breaking every rib on his left side, some twice and puncturing a lung. Then I went right back to watching Dukes of Hazzard.
About 5 hours later, my mom came home she asks where dad was, I told her he was laying on the basement floor. Why? He's drunk, of course, he must of fell. She went down there and b**ched at him for about 20 minutes. But he was mostly unconscious. Then she called my uncle to come and help me carry him upstairs. My dog wouldn't let my uncle anywhere near the old man despite their earlier altercation. So I had to carry him up by myself (I was a big kid). Anyone with even a tiny bit of first aid knowledge (me, from Scouts) would know not to do that. I had to sling him in a blanket over my shoulder Santa Claus style.
He then spent the next 4 days getting sober enough (not sober) to go to the hospital. There he was properly diagnosed and treated and his lung drained and reinflated. While he was able to smoke, yep, smoke right there in his hospital bed! they did not provide alcohol on the hospital menu. So he went into withdrawal. Delirium Tremors and all. Kept screaming "Get that gah dam HORSE off of my bed! How did that horse get in here?" Used to (in his mind) drive the bed around his old neighborhood like a Packard Motor Car and describe the sites to people. That lasted about a week.
Then, and I don't know how this works, the doctors refused to release him from the hospital and moved him to the psych ward. He spent two months or so in there being treated for addiction.
During that time no children, dogs or wives were physically, mentally or emotionally abused at our house. Not once. For the first time in about 30 years.
Eventually he was discharged and much to everyone's shock and utter disbelief...he never drank again! Or beat his wife. Or abused his children. His grandchildren absolutely worshipped him and competed for his favor. He was kind and generous and a great source of wisdom and humor for them. In time, they named their own sons after him and have his name tattooed on their flesh.
Ultimately he died of cancer. And when he did, I held him in my arms and looked him in the eyes so he wouldn't be scared or die alone. I was his primary caregiver for the last 7 years of his life.
And I have Zero Regrets about my actions that day.
#3
Turned a close friend into the fish and game. He would poach mountain lions and bears. His whole family would literally shoot them and leave them. He would brag about it. I couldn’t stand it and felt that I needed to stop him. He’s in prison and so is his uncle. I know I ruined his life but he was literally killing so many mountain lions and bears.
#4
Got into a car accident and had to stay with my mom for a couple days to figure out what to do. Went back to my apartment (I had two roommates) and everything was missing from my room. Long story short one of my roommates had everything hidden in her room.
I called and told her the things were missing from my room and she came up with a lie that a couple girls came to look at my room (I was moving out bc of the accident, long story) and that they must have taken my things.
She had everything I owned. Including my grandmothers perfume bottles, stuffed to the back of her closet, under her bed, behind her dresser etc.
So I packed all of my stuff up. Then took a giant black garbage bag and stuffed as much of her closet in it as I could. Took it to the middle of nowhere, dug a hole and burnt it.
She called screaming at me that her stuff was missing. I told her the two girls must have come by and taken her stuff too.
#5
When my father was dying and in pain I was the one who told the doctors he had been through enough and we couldn't see him suffer anymore. Doctor injected him with something, I assume a morphine mega dose and he passed peacefully moments after.
Euthanasia may not be legal in UK but compassionate doctors know what's what. I don't regret it because my pa made me promise I would have his back when he got sick or old. I'm sad he got sick and never got to get old.
#6
My sister and I went to the same school, she was a year older. This guy was making her life hell and she was crying a lot, which was (still is) really, really unlike her. After weeks of this, my mom told me to beat him up and I would not be in trouble at home if I got in trouble at school for doing so.
The next day I saw my opportunity when I was in class and watched him walking in the hallway go into the guys bathroom. I immediately asked for permission to go too. I opened the door quietly and he was taking a p**s at a urinal. I Sparta kicked his a*s into the urinal and then just beat the s**t out of him, pissing on himself and all. I told him to leave my sister alone or it'd happen again.
My sister came home happy that day and never had another problem. She didn't know this happened for about 20 years. Not a shred of regret.
I didn't get in trouble. To his credit, he kept quiet. I did too.
Nothing happened for those roughly 20 years, we just never told her. Up until that day, she had been telling him to stop, etc. Just let her think that worked I guess. She was happy.
It faded in time until some family holiday party in the last couple of years where we were telling old stories. We laughed, she hugged me, and that was that. She's had my back plenty in life too.
#7
I took my daughter off life support, allowing her to die.
The alternative would have been our poor baby girl "living" until her first birthday until they could remove half of her brain. She had already been over medicated with strong anti seizure meds, against our wishes and judgment, with all of her perfect function from birth stripped from her because of it. They threatened to get an emergency order for CPS to take custody and I had to fight through a four hour plus ethics board in order to be granted the right to transition to palliative care. She hung on for 12 hours without a ventilator, but never regained consciousness.
There are a lot of things about her life I wish I could do over, just to experience *better*. But fighting for her peaceful death? That was the best gift I could have ever given to her and was my duty as her mother.
#8
A neighbor like 10 years ago was neglecting their dog badly in the heat. The dog escaped often and ended up at the shelter a lot. One day she jumped the fence and got her tie-out cable stuck on the fence. (She was not in danger of choking.) Neighbor put her on a 3-foot-long cable tied to a doorknob, no water, 90 degree day. I let some kind folks steal her, watched the whole thing and said nothing to stop them.
#9
My big sister used to casually hookup with this Russian guy who's family was absolutely loaded. He always seemed nice and I hoped they'd become more so he could stick around.
Well, one day my sister had a pregnancy scare. She was late on her period for a whole week, she told the guy about it and whatnot, and she was planning on getting a test later that evening. As soon as she told him he completely flipped his script and became a belligerent racist. I think racist is the right term? He basically screamed about how he couldn't taint his blood line with "filthy American blood" and called all us Americans stupid and disgusting. He went off the handle and demanded she get an abortion or he'll make sure the baby doesn't live. Yeah.
She took a test and it came back negative thankfully, and then showed me the messages. He offered to pay for it and s**t, and she asked "Sis, would I be an a*****e if I took the money anyways?" And I said "in any other situation I'd say yes, but this dude is an absolute prick and isn't hurting for cash. Tell him its $600 not $400"
So like 3 days later we met him in his rich a*s neighborhood, he was a cold heartless jerk and just handed her the $600 cash. We left that day for a girls trip out of state (: hooting and hollering in my sisters convertible with the top rolled down, I felt like I was on top of the world.
F**k you, Nikkoli
#10
I don’t know if this was “dark”, but it was definitely s**tty and I don’t regret it.
I was in a relationship that I was too afraid to leave at the time but I knew it was abusive. My ex had been trying to alienate me from my brother, friends and parents. At this point, only my parents and one male friend still had close, uninterrupted connection to me.
My male friend was my drummer in my band and I am a full time musician, so he was around a lot. My partner would berate me, constantly accusing me of cheating on him when I wasn’t, scream at me, try to force me to get a “real job” so I wouldn’t need to deal with my music friends anymore. I was on the verge of suicide and a little bit insane.
And one day I said “f**k it, if I’m gonna constantly get accused of s**t that I didn’t do, I might as well actually be doing it”
So I had sex with the drummer. Finally left the piece of s**t a few months later. The drummer and I are getting married next year. No regrets.
#11
Some people were bullying the new mate at school, and one day he was crying on the floor. I asked him for the name of the boy who made him cry, and I punched the guy, his nose was bleeding.
Now, "the new mate" is still my friend, after 10 years !
TheAquarius1978 2 years ago
Something like that happened to me lol, i'm a big guy, and have been since my 12 or 13 ( talker than average also wider than average, with 16 years i weighed 100 kg, and yes i'm fat, but i'm not morbidly obese ), só i had a school mate on my 10 grade that was a small dude and had a rural accent, and some idiots decided to pick on him, since i was behind Said idiot when it happened i punched the back of his head with all my strengh and made him give a few steps fowards, he then turns back in shock looks at me and Said " i was just kidding i was just kidding " i was most enjoyable.
#12
I stole $50 off a serious drug addict roommate because earlier in the day he was talking about how his girlfriend (inexplicably sweet gal) didn't want to do heroin but he was gonna buy some and get her with it while she was sleeping so he could have someone to get high with. He went into absolutely unnecessary detail about how if she was high he'd probably get to do some s**t to her she'd never let him do but he'd always wanted to try.
No money, no drugs, and the rest of us talked with the girl the next day. They split up, and he's dead now (from, surprisingly, drugs).
#13
Had to make the choice to take my dad off of life support after he got Covid this year. He was sedated for a couple of weeks and one of his lungs collapsed and I couldnt watch him fall apart anymore. My dad was a bulky dude. Constantly did a lot of outdoor work and to see him bone skinny and have no muscle left killed me and I knew even if he somehow got through it, he would have been so miserable and depressed in that state he was in. I don’t regret it. I think it was the right thing to do by him. I’ll never not miss him though. That was my buddy
#14
Left my ex, knowing he would be homeless when I kicked him out. Grabbed up all of his things and dumped them at the store he was working at with his friends. Told him I never wanted to see him again, and left (and blocked him on all forms of social media) and I haven't seen him since.
Vic_UA 2 years ago
there should be more context. did he cheat on you or do something wrong? was he abusive or aggressive? or did you just decide one day that you no longer want him anywhere near you? if he was a good guy and cared for you (and you initiated the breakup, which is fine), he probably deserved some kindness and you could have let him stay till he found a place of his own, or give him at least a couple of days to move out. On the other hand, if he did something and deserved it - good for you!
#15
Told my ex's probation officer about his fiancé. It was part of his license conditions to inform them of a new relationship after he spent nearly 10 years inside for what he did to me. He didn't tell them, even after 2 years together.
Would do it again in a heartbeat.
#16
Five years ago my dad suffered a catastrophic stroke. Left paralyzed and robbed of his speech and ability to communicate he was a shell of the once vibrant, charismatic man he once was. He was moved into skilled nursing where he lived for nearly two years, he was miserable. On my last visit I told him it was okay if he wanted to leave us, that we would miss him but he should go. A week later I received the call that he had passed. Instead of immediate grief I felt relief. Relief that he was finally free. The grief came later and I still miss him every single day.
#17
I called animal control on my then best friend. Their dog could hardly stand up and she was losing tons of fur. Turns out she had cancer. They were given a day to get her euthanized or treated. She still thinks it was her neighbors and not me.
#18
Being an addict. It was the darkest time of my 30 years on this earth. I don’t regret it in the sense that I was happy as an addict, but it made me the strongest, most resilient person I know. 6 years sober and counting!
#19
I was 17 and it was about 6am on a summer morning. I lived on a small farm with my parents, and my dad busted into my room yelling at me to get my lazy, worthless a*s up.
Dad owned a dozen or so cows, and apparently they had broken a gate during the night or earlier that morning and were now out wandering around. Apparently, this was my fault somehow because I was a lazy piece of s**t and wasn't up already to fix this.
My mom heard my dad screaming and yelling at me like a crazy person and followed us out the door. Dad had one our biggest wrenches in his hand, it was a pipe wrench about 2 feet long. To this day, I have no idea how that was supposed to help him fix the broken gate.
Anyway, my mom just said three word to him: "Calm down, Dadsname."
Apparently, that was enough to tip him over the edge. He screamed and threw that wrench as hard as he could at my mother, missing her head by inches. If that would have connected, I have no doubt it would have killed her.
For a second, I just stood there shocked. Then I just felt pure rage like I have never known before or since. I tackled my father and started throwing punches. I'd like to say I beat the living s**t out of him, but I'm not a good fighter. It was probably closer to a draw, but I definitely won. He ended up with two black eyes, a bloody nose and a mouthful of blood.
After I got off of him, I went inside and got my shotgun. Loaded it, then went back out to him, put the barrel in his face and told him that if he ever laid a hand on my mom or me again, I'd kill him. And I meant it.
That was the last time he ever got violent. I did have to remind him once many years later, however. I visited from out of state and I walked into a situation where he was working himself up with my mother. A reminder of my promise and that I did and always would think of him as a cowardly piece of s**t with no self control shut him up. He's 83 now and has developed dementia in the last few years. We don't talk, but my sister says he's a much better person now than when he was younger.
Anyway, that's the darkest I've ever been, and I don't regret a bit of it.
#20
I hit my uncle left right and center when he was trying to choke my father to death. I was 16 years old at that time, a very skinny girl. I beat his face, neck and every part of him that I could target with so much intensity that my knuckles turned blue the next day. I had an animalistic rage that day trying to help my father get away from his death grip. I hate my uncle even today. I got anger issues because of growing up around him. And I don't regret beating him that day at all. He was physically abusive to his wife as well. One fine day, his wife retaliated by beating him blue with a stick. And he stopped being physically violent towards her post that.
#21
My stepdad is a creep. Told my mother about it and some stuff he did. She said that I was lying and that I am mentally ill. So I cut them both out even if that is super tabu to do in my family. Hurts so much to have s**tty parents. But you really are better off without the abuse
#22
I attempted suicide a year ago, obviously I was unsuccessful. It was a wake up call to my alcoholism and motivated me to get a chemical dependency evaluation and go to treatment. I have a very good life now and I don't regret the attempt because I wouldn't be here if it hadn't gotten to that point.
They say your rock bottom is where you quit digging, and I threw my shovel down on July 24th, 2021.
#23
Paid £250 quid for a horse off an acquaintance that had been suffering from various ailments, been a bit neglected and couldn't even lay down to sleep any more and then moved the horse to a different yard and had her quietly put down a few days later to end her suffering.
Lazy Panda (she/her/hers) 2 years ago (edited)
These secrets to save or prevent suffering are sad but the right thing done by good people.
#24
In middle school, there was this group of boys that would corner me in the hallway and try to scare me. I was the perfect target for these little bastards. I was short, skinny, and had (and still have) and anxiety disorder. One day I just had enough, and asked a friend if I could have an extra pencil, sharpened it as much as I could, and when I saw one of them in the hallway, I stabbed the f**k out of his leg. Sh**head got what he deserved.
#25
There was a girl I had a crush on, but we were pretty good friends.
She was abused by her boyfriend, I won't give up details out of respect for her, but he was a piece of s**t.
He was older than both of us and very religious, attended the countryside church a lot, and she was 15 at the time.
So anyways, one night she calls me and asks for help. It was around 2AM and she told me, she was sexually abused and left stranded in a middle of nowhere in the countryside.
I drove there to pick her up and heard the whole story.
So we got a poster or, idk, pamphlet saying the whole story and hung it up the church's news board.
People took notice, but we haven't named the person yet. It was dumb, I know. But we were young and feeling vengeful.
Anyways, more girls started reaching out and informed us about that guy's travesty.
Turns out he had a thing for younger girls, too. And he also assaulted them physically and sexually.
We gathered the info and made a wanted poster with his photo and all of the anonymous testimonies and once again, hung it on the church's board.
The guy is found dead. Official cause: suicide.
But there's plenty of evidence that it was a murder. Edit: Justice delivered by someone else, staged as a suicide. We don't know.
Anyways, I might be indirectly responsible for this guy's death, but considering how terrible of a person he was, I'm not sure if I feel bad about it.
Edit: Feel free to ask questions, I've seen people asking if it's a copy-pasta story. It's not, but stuff like that, unfortunately, happens a lot.
Edit2: Just to clarify, there was police involved, but in my country, especially in rural areas where Church has the most power, young girls stand no chance against the fully grown church-going believer, because victim blaming is a thing and the girls risk being ostracized if they speak up. Because in Poland it's always woman's fault.
Edit3: If you're wondering what happened afterwards, the girl I had a crush on ended up as a substance abuser with suicidal tendencies, but she's doing much better now.
Other girls who were molested received proffessional mental aid and I've eventually moved on, when we grew more and more distant.
We still sometimes talk with that girl, but as you can tell, she doesn't necessarily trust men now.
Stacey Rae 2 years ago
Abuse should not be hidden. Victims speak your truth (if safe to do so)
#26
I come from a pretty dysfunctional family and was abused by my uncle for many years. Sadly nobody took much notice of me when I revealed everything. Aunt remained married to him and mother allowed him back into the family home several week’s later. Fast forward many years and my family turned their back on me when I was considering finally reporting it to the police. I cut my parent’s out of my life and have banned them from seeing my children (their grandchildren). Are they pissed? Yes. Do I regret my decision? No. My mental health and that of my children’s is worth far more than trying to proverbially set myself on fire to keep everyone else warm. Most of my siblings are angry at me but I no longer care and feel like I’m a better person for breaking thru such family dysfunction. Sometimes you gotta do what’s best for you and block out the noise around you. It’s a million times worse now as my beautiful grandmother passed away last night and she was one of the only normal family members left in my life. My heart hasn’t felt this heavy with grief before and I miss her so very much.
#27
Told my stepmother how I really felt about her on her death bed. I was 22 and she was dying from years of alcohol abuse. She would beat me as a child and tell my father lies about me so he would punish me with his fist. My teen years were a constant battle with my father when he got home from work from the lies she would tell. Much of the fights came to blows and I moved out to live with my grandmother.
I just let it all out on her. I knew she was aware and I made sure she knew how much of a piece of s**t she was and how my father was better off now that she would be burning in hell. I was gone before my father returned and she passed away 2 days later.
Turns out I was right! My father is in a much better place and has since apologized to me and we have a great relationship. It is amazing how one person can sow so much discord and chaos.
#28
During college, I saw a couple of guys trying to secretly photograph a female classmate. I felt intense disgust at that. After the class was over, I told some good but intimidating seniors about those guys. For the next three days, those guys were not seen in the class. The following day they were mad angry and approached me outside the college. My bum was saved that day because right across the street, the seniors showed up and waved at me. The two guys gave me a dirty look and left on their bikes. I never found out what the seniors did to them. I have never regretted it; I only hoped the seniors didn't do any crazy ragging sh*t to them, but the lesson needed to be learned.
Izzy Curer 2 years ago
Kinda sounds likd they tied them up somewhere. Probably didn't even do anything, but I bet it scared them.
#29
I used to work with an openly racist guy in the army. He would regularly make racist jokes and statements like telling one of our black soldiers that the "Colored Bathrooms were over there."
I reported him to EO like I was supposed to, but because he was friends with the EO rep nothing happened.
So I went on 4chan and posted his name and social security number on a "If you hate them Post their info" threads.
He got his identity stolen.
No regrets.
Kitten Fenerty 2 years ago
Military uses this as your identification instead of your name.
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JessG 2 years ago
I personally don't think revenge is worth it if they don't know where it came from, or why it was done
P.A.B. 2 years ago
This thread is about the darkest thing you’ve done, not necessarily about revenge.
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Edgar Rops 2 years ago
This is not the worst thing one can do to a guy in the army. Imran, there are guns, explosives and accidents do happen...
Fluffy mommy panda 2 years ago
True I mean we are talking about dark stuff that we ve all done....
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Bender Bending Rodríguez 2 years ago
Cesspool of a website full of racists, xenophos, bigots, misogynists, incels... basically a Petri dish for worst of the worst human tendencies and a rally point to worst of the worst human beings.
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Riley Quinn 2 years ago
Neighbor tossed racist slurs around and it made my blood boil. I told her not to use that type of language in my presence. She didn't listen. I lost it, and I punched her in the face. Oddly, she didn't call the cops, but she avoided me for the remainder of my stay in that xenophobic neighborhood.
Alienking06 2 years ago
I have conflicting opinions about this revenge. I do applaud the OP though.
Penny Kemper 2 years ago
Isn't there another step you could've taking in the army? That's not how you teach someone a lesson
Shane G 2 years ago
There are still people in the military who consider the person who reports an issue to be a problem rather than the person who is actually in the wrong. It "disrupts unit cohesion" and so sometimes the person who gets punished was the one trying to do the right thing.
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#30
I called the police on my mom and had her submitted to a mental hospital and left her there.
She needed to know after everything my love WAS conditional and she needed to get her s**t together.
She didn’t, and I’m sure she hasn’t forgiven me since.
#31
Ex-stepfather had verbally and physically abused me for 12 years before I finally left the house for good. The last day I was there, my step-piece of s**t basically admitted to having feelings for me, choked me, and screamed at me for hours. I left through my bedroom window. For five months I avoided that house until ex-stepfather got a hold of my new phone number and texted me non stop about how I’m breaking my mom’s heart by not coming to visit. So I texted back that I’ll come by one day soon after work. When I got there, he opened the door, and I cracked his face open with a baseball bat. The reason why the police weren’t called was because my step-a*****e was already wanted for trafficking substances. The pandemic started a couple months after and my mom decided to move out and let the POS stay in my childhood home. Mom and I are in contact and she goes to therapy. I also go to therapy.
#32
Ghosted a guy who was supposed to be my friend. The friendship had started off fine, we became close very quickly... But then the cracks started yawning into weird black abysses. His stories didn't match up to reality. He always had a new story to tell, and it was always fantastical. He would call me at 3 am and just sob about how his bones hurt and he could see "the shadow man". I was 19 and very confused, very afraid. I couldn't deal with it, and I didn't feel safe, and he never listened if I tried to help him through whatever was going on with him. So I just. Stopped picking up the phone. I stopped agreeing to meet him. I disappeared from his life. A year later, a mutual friend and an ex of mine told me he had died of bone cancer. I was f*****g devastated. It traumatized me for years thinking that he needed me and I ditched him and he died alone. It to this day crumbled how I navigate boundaries now.
Five years after that, I was told that it was all a lie, and he had never had cancer. Or he had it and was in a coma. Or he moved away. I don't know the truth. But I do know that cutting those two liars out of my life was the right choice to make.
#33
I planned to kill a man. Growing up my best ever friend got molested by her step dad often but only her family knew about this. One day the whole thing got exposed on TV by one of those shows were all the tragedy is aired. I felt so much fury. I was a young silly man, I used to live in the favelas and knew a couple of not very good guys. I asked them for a favor, I would work for them if they killed the son of a b***h. We went there, the house was 100% empty
He fled after the news on TV.
I got lucky really, could have wasted my whole life right there.
Luke Branwen 2 years ago
My best friend's father is a (verbally) abusive drunk and if I ever found out he physically assaulted and/or molested her, I'd do the same. No regrets.
#34
Signed someone up online for home Mormon visits and added in comments to not give up if I was rude at first, I really did want to be helped deep down.
#35
Stabbed my own hand and blamed it on a kid I hated in kindergarten.
He was a bully and would constantly flip over the girls' skirts as well as steal my f*****g food, so I decided he gotta go. Got him expelled from that school.
#36
When i was a teenager and new on the internet chatrooms in the years 2000-2004, i was a frequent visitor to a Dragonball Z RP chatroom. I was a young teen with zero concept of sex, relationships, etc. I decided i wanted to try cross-playing as a male character and didn't want to be one of the main cast, so i picked Zarbon (i know, wtf). But then a girl fell for me. Backstepping a little, through the course of RP in the main chat room, a girl RPing as a self-insert DBZ character would send me DMs asking for personal advice, telling me about herself, her life, her struggles with her parents, her friends, etc. We became friends, but i was nervous about privacy and worried that identifying myself as a girl would be seen as deceptive, so in order to keep up the façade that i was a guy, I made up a persona. I became Travis, a High school senior and member of a garage band who was emancipated from his parents and living in an apartment with a roommate. Analyzing it now, I suspect it was an effort to appear as an authority, but still in a relatable age range.
Over months, she continued to confide in Travis and we Roleplayed in public chat, but had a private pseudo-relationship going on including cyber-sex and "pillowtalk". She confessed her love to Travis, and I knew I had to let her down, because I was actually a 14-15 year old girl, which I suspect she was as well. I continued the friendship for a few months more, but keeping a more friendly distance an she seemed to have backed off the idea that we would be a couple or together, but was telling me I was her only friend, the only one she could confide in, etc. So i encouraged her to go to school functions and meet other people because "Travis" couldn't be there for her IRL. She started to talk eventually about some new friends and joining an anime club in her neighborhood. I began to tell a story about Travis had met a girl in his real life and they were starting a relationship, etc. We continued to talk and i peppered in stories about my girlfriend in order to keep reminding her that we couldn't be together, which she took well. When I was confident that she was good to go forwards with her new relationships and i realized we'd been "friends" for like 2 years, slowly Travis stopped logging in. I would log in from time to time under another account just to see if she kept coming to the chatroom, and eventually I left for good. I think about her often, even 20 years later now, and wonder how she's doing.
Travis became the basis for my favorite D&D character eventually and when i think about his origin, I think about that girl and i feel bad for leading her on, but i hope i gave her fond memories.
#37
My football coach and history teacher screwed over my uncle, the assistant coach really bad. After that year I stopped playing football and started f*****g with my teacher/old coach.
The first thing I did was change words in his computer to type other words. I focused on all of the transition words first. Like the, and, it, etc. whenever he would type them it would change to some pretty gross things. This was about 14 years ago and I’ll never forget watching him freak out when the projector was up and he was trying to give a lesson.
The next thing I did is change the directory of all of his applications to a website that had three old dudes banging in the shower. It was gross as hell and the funny thing is whenever you tried to exit the page, it would move. It was a trolling site that you couldn’t get out of unless you hard shut down your computer.
Oh man, the good old days.
PickleRick 2 years ago
There's either genius in this thread or sycophants. Some seem to be both. Some just trivial.
#38
Putting my ex's breast milk in her parents coffee. They were supercritical people and I was stay at home dad which was very cool and a privilege actually. Anyway, parents in law came to visit and the usual snarky comments were really pissing me off. My girls mother used to produce loads of breast milk and was always expressing off lots to bottle and keep in the fridge for later feeds... So I offered to make coffee and added the breast milk to it for the parents. It made me very happy and I suppose it is a little bit dark.
ZombieGirl 2 years ago
Most things are fair game...but I'm against tampering with peoples food and drink
#39
There was a woman in a local FB group whose entire personality was being a "combat veteran wife", and would speak over actual vets and claimed all women who claimed SA were liars.
So I did what any female veteran would do and hired a sex worker to seduce her husband, and paid for it with my disability out of principal.
#40
Turned off the lights in the school bathroom and left while people were in the stalls.
What do you think ?
Autistic apricot 2 years ago
This whole thing was crazy, some people are just too awful for words
Ranger Kanootsen 2 years ago
I did a really really dark thing once... Caused a power cut. No more lights for the whole night. Very dark.
Izzy Curer 2 years ago (edited)
I'm not a vindictive person. But reading these reminded me of something my best friend in highschool did, once. For some reason, she really hated this one guy. I never had classes with him, so I didn't really know him at all. When I tried to ask my friend why she hated him, she never seemed to have any clear answers, basically just telling me general things about how he was annoying. Despite this, the guy thought she was friends with him because she played it up like she was. One day, she decided to make brownies to give to him with cat poop mixed into the batter. She was really excited about the idea, and told me all about it. Now, she was my good friend, and I liked her a lot. We'd spent a lot of time together, and she was the sort of person who was smart, and funny, and nice to animals. Just overall nice. I'd just never seen this side of her before. I told her I didn't understand why she would want to do that, and that I thought it was wrong. But I didn't even really know the guy or why she hated him, so when my input didn't seem to phase her, I just decided to stay out of it. I didn't forcibly try to stop her, and I didn't try to contact the guy to warn him. Frankly, it seemed so unlike her, I don't even know if I really believed she would do it. But she made the brownies and acted all sweet to him when she brought them to school the next day. She told me all about it later, just completely oblivious to my disgust. She continued to pretend to be his friend for years, and waited until she was a senior before she told the poor guy what she had done to him. Apparently, he got a really sad look on his face, and when he asked why she'd done it, she told him it was because she actually hated him. She delighted in telling me about all this afterwards, about her final triumph. Her eyes were like half wild and she didn't even really look like herself at the moment. She had manipulated this guy and calculated exactly how she was going to tell him about this cat poop for years, and I now believe I had probably watched a teenager develop some sort of mental disorder as she became an adult. A few years after that, she went legit crazy and pulled a bunch of psychobitch stunts on me, as well, giving me major trust issues about friendships all throughout college, and even afterwards. So, yeah, that's the sort of thing I think of when I read stuff like this. Some of the people in these stories are heroes. But then again sometimes these people just turn out to be completely insane and don't even know it.
Vera Mzega 2 years ago
Maybe a couple of these people might have actually been the bullies themselves without even realizing it
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Mattewis88 2 years ago
I don't think a lot of these people know what dark means. Punching a bully isn't it.
Dee 2 years ago
As far as I can see there are varying shades of darkness, and what a person considers dark depends upon that individual’s experience.
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Pirates of Zen Pants 2 years ago (edited)
Here's a story about a dark thing that happened in my family. I spent several years living with grandmother Libby as a child. When I grew up, I learned my mother had a cousin Richard who was kicked out of the family for being gay. But that's not the darkest thing. Richard and I became close, and he told me that when he was a kid, he lived with his parents and his granny (my great-grandma), who had Alzheimer's. After years of this, his mother asked her sister Libby, who was a nurse, to watch granny for a week while the family went on vacation. When they came to pick up granny, Libby said, "She wet the bed, so I put her in an institution." Libby had put her mother in the Danvers Insane Asylum. Richard and his parents went to the asylum to get granny out, but the staff told them, "No, you can't have her back. Libby signed her over as a ward of the state." Richard saw granny in a room absolutely full of beds with people crying in torment. She never got out.
mrsmir 2 years ago (edited)
Danvers State Insane Asylum!!! I’ve only ever seen pictures (obviously). Crazy stuff! I literally live 2 towns over. Think they made them into condos. I’m lucky I didn’t live back then or I’m sure I would’ve been committed by my family.
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Ash 2 years ago
Broke up with my serious boyfriend for a dog. He was emotional and verbally abusive and my dad heard him screaming at me on the phone I had begged for my dad to let me get a chihuahua for a long time he told me I could get one if I broke up with my ex. I told him done and got Dexter. I had him for 13 years one of the best decision I ever made.
Tiny Dancer 2 years ago
Many years ago, when my then boyfriend and I were still pretty young, crazy in love, and very very broke, we cooked up a plan to either take my mother out for her insurance or rob the record store I was working at (I used to deposit a ton of dough at the bank every Monday morning, one bag would have fed and clothed us for about six months). My mother and I were on the outs, had been for years. It all seemed a little surreal but doable. Luckily, sense kicked in and we abandoned both idiotic plans. Almost 40 years later, the boyfriend is long gone and my mother, probably THE best friend I have in this often cruel world, turns 86 next month and we couldn't be closer. Ain't life weird, kids?
KombatBunni 2 years ago
Like the time this guy who’d been harassing me turns up uninvited to where I was living with friends to demand the return of a coat he’d given me, just walks in without saying a word or calling ahead and proceeds to yell abuse at me for gods know what..I turn around and yell back for him to leave me alone and to get out before we call the police, he makes a grab for me so I think screw this and tackle him straight out the door, and down a flight of steps. Keep in mind I’m female, all of about 60 kilos and he’s twice my size, and yet I managed to take him out the door and halfway down some concrete stairs. He takes off and yells that he’s going to the police station to get me arrested for assault and I go back upstairs and said I’d be waiting to tell them that he’d just trespassed and tried to grab me. I ended up with some bruised ribs and sore arms but he never showed up again and never called the cops. All of this because I wouldn’t go out with him 🤦🏻♀️
Daniel Yamada 2 years ago (edited)
In first grade, a mean girl in our school pushed me into a big mud puddle on the playground. I didn't do anything at the time. Five years later in sixth grade, I was walking out of the school and saw her about to start walking down a long set of concrete steps in front of our school. I ran up behind her, pushed her hard, and sent her crashing down the steps. Got ya, Sharon.
SheamusFanFrom1987 2 years ago
While I know some grudges aren't meant to be forgotten and some form of retribution is justified, some of what I've read here just borderline scares me. Petty vengeance is fine but destructive vengeance literally benefits no one and harms everyone.
Bobby 2 years ago
I didn't keep my dad's drinking a secret. He was sober one year... but got very good at hiding it after that. He was a couple months from getting on the donor list when I confronted him. I told him to do the right thing or I would. He didn't. So I told my mom and his Dr. Dad didn't have the strength to fight the addiction and died a year later. I was only 15 but knew he would hide it and get a liver he didn't deserve. I won't say I killed him anymore, but I did contribute to his having to start over if he wanted that transplant. What made it harder was knowing if he had asked me to get tested to see if we were a match I wouldn't have hesitated even knowing he was drinking
Kimberley McMillan 2 years ago
The cynical side of me that has been on the internet for too long doesn't believe any of these.
Jamyi Lee 2 years ago
Oh baby. Gather round children. This one is good. Not good. It was a little evil maybe on my part but hey.... So I'll start with my husband's mother. She is horrible beyond words. I ruined her marriage. She was married to a guy 24 years her junior and he called once in a bad state after they had fought and I may have suggested that if he dumped her that her life would unravel and we could both have revenge. Mine was based in the fact I live with what crimes she committed as a mother. All five of her kids are completely ruined. He dumped her and she ended up living in her car. She had a fit of narcissistic rage and staged a "suicide" attempt by wrecking her car. I hate her and wish nothing but misery upon her. Then there is my father. I told everyone he knew about his secret that wasn't a secret. He is and will always be a pedophile. His life also unraveled. Then there is the cursed ring which is completely different and just a hunch but won't get into it because hey...
Stacey Rae 2 years ago
Dark. Some of these posters are brave to share their stories. Some hit close to home.
Livingwithcfs 1 year ago
Some of those are appropriate and I applaud them. Others fairly sick and I'd personally never own up to my dark secrets
Nicole Herron 2 years ago
Let a 2 year old nearly run over his foot with my power chair because it wasn't my responsibility and my dad wasn't watching him.
Berry-Nice 2 years ago
So here's mine if anyones interested. And I do regret it in some sense because it showed me how far as a person I could go, and I wish it wasn't true. For context I'm about 4"10 and a lass, from the north of the UK. I'm autistic, and from a very dysfunctional family so I grew up with no sense of self preservation, and took out my issues in very self destructive ways. But I'm also very protective. I'd die for the people I love and I beat up so many kids who picked on my little brother when he was at school (he's severely autistic (even though we don't like using that word anymore, and has psychosis, whereas I wasn't diagnosed till an adult and it's affected me more in that I had no forethought and loved danger). At the time I was also hanging out with dr ug (cont)dealerdealers,dedanger
Berry-Nice 2 years ago
Men with shotguns etc, and waste deep in a dr ug addiction and an escort (I am none of those things now thankfully, I got diagnosed, worked out the issues my mother left me with and now I have a happy life in the country with my hubby, dog and my daughter). My friend was r aped by a guy we both knew from the bar next to where we were from, I didn't like him from the word go but she is known for being the kindest, sweetest person you've ever met and she would give anyone a chance. One night he followed her home, she was drunk but had managed to get home and was passed out on her bed. He let himself in, did that then went round her house moving things. She noticed the next day but didn't go to the police because she didn't think they'd believe her, (cont)
Load More Replies... Autistic apricot 2 years ago
This whole thing was crazy, some people are just too awful for words
Ranger Kanootsen 2 years ago
I did a really really dark thing once... Caused a power cut. No more lights for the whole night. Very dark.
Izzy Curer 2 years ago (edited)
I'm not a vindictive person. But reading these reminded me of something my best friend in highschool did, once. For some reason, she really hated this one guy. I never had classes with him, so I didn't really know him at all. When I tried to ask my friend why she hated him, she never seemed to have any clear answers, basically just telling me general things about how he was annoying. Despite this, the guy thought she was friends with him because she played it up like she was. One day, she decided to make brownies to give to him with cat poop mixed into the batter. She was really excited about the idea, and told me all about it. Now, she was my good friend, and I liked her a lot. We'd spent a lot of time together, and she was the sort of person who was smart, and funny, and nice to animals. Just overall nice. I'd just never seen this side of her before. I told her I didn't understand why she would want to do that, and that I thought it was wrong. But I didn't even really know the guy or why she hated him, so when my input didn't seem to phase her, I just decided to stay out of it. I didn't forcibly try to stop her, and I didn't try to contact the guy to warn him. Frankly, it seemed so unlike her, I don't even know if I really believed she would do it. But she made the brownies and acted all sweet to him when she brought them to school the next day. She told me all about it later, just completely oblivious to my disgust. She continued to pretend to be his friend for years, and waited until she was a senior before she told the poor guy what she had done to him. Apparently, he got a really sad look on his face, and when he asked why she'd done it, she told him it was because she actually hated him. She delighted in telling me about all this afterwards, about her final triumph. Her eyes were like half wild and she didn't even really look like herself at the moment. She had manipulated this guy and calculated exactly how she was going to tell him about this cat poop for years, and I now believe I had probably watched a teenager develop some sort of mental disorder as she became an adult. A few years after that, she went legit crazy and pulled a bunch of psychobitch stunts on me, as well, giving me major trust issues about friendships all throughout college, and even afterwards. So, yeah, that's the sort of thing I think of when I read stuff like this. Some of the people in these stories are heroes. But then again sometimes these people just turn out to be completely insane and don't even know it.
Vera Mzega 2 years ago
Maybe a couple of these people might have actually been the bullies themselves without even realizing it
Load More Replies... Mattewis88 2 years ago
I don't think a lot of these people know what dark means. Punching a bully isn't it.
Dee 2 years ago
As far as I can see there are varying shades of darkness, and what a person considers dark depends upon that individual’s experience.
Load More Replies... Pirates of Zen Pants 2 years ago (edited)
Here's a story about a dark thing that happened in my family. I spent several years living with grandmother Libby as a child. When I grew up, I learned my mother had a cousin Richard who was kicked out of the family for being gay. But that's not the darkest thing. Richard and I became close, and he told me that when he was a kid, he lived with his parents and his granny (my great-grandma), who had Alzheimer's. After years of this, his mother asked her sister Libby, who was a nurse, to watch granny for a week while the family went on vacation. When they came to pick up granny, Libby said, "She wet the bed, so I put her in an institution." Libby had put her mother in the Danvers Insane Asylum. Richard and his parents went to the asylum to get granny out, but the staff told them, "No, you can't have her back. Libby signed her over as a ward of the state." Richard saw granny in a room absolutely full of beds with people crying in torment. She never got out.
mrsmir 2 years ago (edited)
Danvers State Insane Asylum!!! I’ve only ever seen pictures (obviously). Crazy stuff! I literally live 2 towns over. Think they made them into condos. I’m lucky I didn’t live back then or I’m sure I would’ve been committed by my family.
Load More Replies... Ash 2 years ago
Broke up with my serious boyfriend for a dog. He was emotional and verbally abusive and my dad heard him screaming at me on the phone I had begged for my dad to let me get a chihuahua for a long time he told me I could get one if I broke up with my ex. I told him done and got Dexter. I had him for 13 years one of the best decision I ever made.
Tiny Dancer 2 years ago
Many years ago, when my then boyfriend and I were still pretty young, crazy in love, and very very broke, we cooked up a plan to either take my mother out for her insurance or rob the record store I was working at (I used to deposit a ton of dough at the bank every Monday morning, one bag would have fed and clothed us for about six months). My mother and I were on the outs, had been for years. It all seemed a little surreal but doable. Luckily, sense kicked in and we abandoned both idiotic plans. Almost 40 years later, the boyfriend is long gone and my mother, probably THE best friend I have in this often cruel world, turns 86 next month and we couldn't be closer. Ain't life weird, kids?
KombatBunni 2 years ago
Like the time this guy who’d been harassing me turns up uninvited to where I was living with friends to demand the return of a coat he’d given me, just walks in without saying a word or calling ahead and proceeds to yell abuse at me for gods know what..I turn around and yell back for him to leave me alone and to get out before we call the police, he makes a grab for me so I think screw this and tackle him straight out the door, and down a flight of steps. Keep in mind I’m female, all of about 60 kilos and he’s twice my size, and yet I managed to take him out the door and halfway down some concrete stairs. He takes off and yells that he’s going to the police station to get me arrested for assault and I go back upstairs and said I’d be waiting to tell them that he’d just trespassed and tried to grab me. I ended up with some bruised ribs and sore arms but he never showed up again and never called the cops. All of this because I wouldn’t go out with him 🤦🏻♀️
Daniel Yamada 2 years ago (edited)
In first grade, a mean girl in our school pushed me into a big mud puddle on the playground. I didn't do anything at the time. Five years later in sixth grade, I was walking out of the school and saw her about to start walking down a long set of concrete steps in front of our school. I ran up behind her, pushed her hard, and sent her crashing down the steps. Got ya, Sharon.
SheamusFanFrom1987 2 years ago
While I know some grudges aren't meant to be forgotten and some form of retribution is justified, some of what I've read here just borderline scares me. Petty vengeance is fine but destructive vengeance literally benefits no one and harms everyone.
Bobby 2 years ago
I didn't keep my dad's drinking a secret. He was sober one year... but got very good at hiding it after that. He was a couple months from getting on the donor list when I confronted him. I told him to do the right thing or I would. He didn't. So I told my mom and his Dr. Dad didn't have the strength to fight the addiction and died a year later. I was only 15 but knew he would hide it and get a liver he didn't deserve. I won't say I killed him anymore, but I did contribute to his having to start over if he wanted that transplant. What made it harder was knowing if he had asked me to get tested to see if we were a match I wouldn't have hesitated even knowing he was drinking
Kimberley McMillan 2 years ago
The cynical side of me that has been on the internet for too long doesn't believe any of these.
Jamyi Lee 2 years ago
Oh baby. Gather round children. This one is good. Not good. It was a little evil maybe on my part but hey.... So I'll start with my husband's mother. She is horrible beyond words. I ruined her marriage. She was married to a guy 24 years her junior and he called once in a bad state after they had fought and I may have suggested that if he dumped her that her life would unravel and we could both have revenge. Mine was based in the fact I live with what crimes she committed as a mother. All five of her kids are completely ruined. He dumped her and she ended up living in her car. She had a fit of narcissistic rage and staged a "suicide" attempt by wrecking her car. I hate her and wish nothing but misery upon her. Then there is my father. I told everyone he knew about his secret that wasn't a secret. He is and will always be a pedophile. His life also unraveled. Then there is the cursed ring which is completely different and just a hunch but won't get into it because hey...
Stacey Rae 2 years ago
Dark. Some of these posters are brave to share their stories. Some hit close to home.
Livingwithcfs 1 year ago
Some of those are appropriate and I applaud them. Others fairly sick and I'd personally never own up to my dark secrets
Nicole Herron 2 years ago
Let a 2 year old nearly run over his foot with my power chair because it wasn't my responsibility and my dad wasn't watching him.
Berry-Nice 2 years ago
So here's mine if anyones interested. And I do regret it in some sense because it showed me how far as a person I could go, and I wish it wasn't true. For context I'm about 4"10 and a lass, from the north of the UK. I'm autistic, and from a very dysfunctional family so I grew up with no sense of self preservation, and took out my issues in very self destructive ways. But I'm also very protective. I'd die for the people I love and I beat up so many kids who picked on my little brother when he was at school (he's severely autistic (even though we don't like using that word anymore, and has psychosis, whereas I wasn't diagnosed till an adult and it's affected me more in that I had no forethought and loved danger). At the time I was also hanging out with dr ug (cont)dealerdealers,dedanger
Berry-Nice 2 years ago
Men with shotguns etc, and waste deep in a dr ug addiction and an escort (I am none of those things now thankfully, I got diagnosed, worked out the issues my mother left me with and now I have a happy life in the country with my hubby, dog and my daughter). My friend was r aped by a guy we both knew from the bar next to where we were from, I didn't like him from the word go but she is known for being the kindest, sweetest person you've ever met and she would give anyone a chance. One night he followed her home, she was drunk but had managed to get home and was passed out on her bed. He let himself in, did that then went round her house moving things. She noticed the next day but didn't go to the police because she didn't think they'd believe her, (cont)
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