37 Stories That Wouldn’t Be As Scary If They Weren’t 100% Real, As Shared By People Online
Fear is one of the six basic human emotions that had and still has various functions, such as keeping us safe by activating one of the four responses which include fight, flight, freeze, or fawn. There are times when we need it, while other times it might be over the top or out of place and we can make a choice to train ourselves and regulate it. Either way, experiencing fear tends to remind us of our vulnerability and mortality and thus in turn the fact that we are indeed still alive and breathing. This is one of the reasons why, sometimes, among other things, people like to tell scary stories. And the thing that can make it even scarier is the story being true!
Yet the true incidents are often being told primarily to inform, shed light, and prevent. These people are sharing real-life horror stories, answering one Redditor’s question: “What’s the scariest 100% true story you’ve heard of?”
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When I was learning to drive, my instructor advised me to always lock my car doors, as soon as I get into my car. I asked her why & she told me her personal experience.
This happened almost a year after she passed her test. She finished work about 3am. She just gotten into her car & gotten her keys in the ignition, when 3 guys jumped into her car. She had a knife to her neck & was told to drive. They give her directions to an alleyway. They dragged her out of the car & [violated] her. After they were done with her, they left her in the alleyway and stole her car & purse. It took her awhile to get help. Police did find her car a few days later, abandoned & on fire, on the outskirts of the city. But the guys were not caught.
The reason she started to teach driving, was her way to protect other women & make sure no one else goes through, what she went through. So she advised all her female students to lock their car doors, as soon as they get in.
Edit to add - I’m still in contact with my instructor, via social media. I sent her screenshots of this comment & the other comments. She is happy that her advice/warning is out there, before she retires for health reasons. She wants me clear a misunderstanding, that she saw in the comments. She does give the same advice to her male students & she does tell them her experience, but leave out the [violation] part.
She does get messages from her past students (including me), saying “thank you for the advice/warning” & we tell her about our close calls.
A message of her “Thank you for sharing your experience & advice, so that others can be safe & they don’t go through the same experience.”
That is absolutely horrifying. I'm so glad she out there trying to prevent this from happening to someone else, but it is so sad she has to. :(
I'd it's just myself getting into my vehicle, I unlock only the drivers side door and lock it before I even get it closed. I hate that as soon as I put my vehicle into park, all of the doors unlock. I've been complaining about this feature to my husband for years.
you can take it to a dealer and have it deactivated, my mother did because of the area she liven she frequently has to wait for a train and will put it in park and was concerned with the vulnerability that entails
Load More Replies...Lock your doors, don't d**k around on your phone, GO. Look around you when walking to your car and stay off your phone!! They look for distracted people. Look like you are trouble. Prevention is key here.
And do not, under any circumstances "wolverine your keys". Any self defense instructor worth anything will tell you it's a b******t worthless tactic. You'll lose your keys, break your hand, and get yourself in more trouble than it's worth. Try doing it and punch something! Yeah, it doesn't work.
Load More Replies...I had someone try to get in my van once. As a kid, my mom had always made sure we locked the doors first (as well as buckling up), so it was an automatic reaction for me to lock the door immediately. The man reached for the handle, and I laid on the horn and began yelling at the top of my lungs. He quickly ran away, and I drove off.
When my mom was a teenager there was a serial rapist running rampant in the city. He would hide under women's cars and when they were getting in he cut the tendons in their ankles. He then SAed them. So yeah my mom taught both of her daughters to look all around the car when walking up.
Next piece of advice. If this happens and someone is making you drive somewhere, crash your car into something, something safe but dramatic, or drive up on over a curb etc where your car is no longer operational. Guaranteed any injury you suffer is going to be less horrific that whatever happens and the end of the drive.
I'm a man, veteran, trained in martial arts, I'm situationally aware and have been a lawful concealed carry permit holder for more than 30 years. As soon as the door closes it gets locked. It is a very vulnerable location at the best of times in well lit conditions and the miscreants are aware of that
So when I was around 18 I went to town to drink something with my friends. We went all in and by 2 am I was completely wasted. Couldn't see, walk or think straight.
One of my mates remained sober to drive us back home. We went to the parking lot and I could hear a voice whimmering somewhere in the dark. I turned around and saw 2 guys carrying a girl to a car. I got closer and now I could hear her voice. She obviously was drunk but she repeated ,,no,, and ,,I don't want,, over and over. Adrenaline kicked in and I became sober instantly. I screamed at them and immediately called the police. I wasn't fast enough so they could get in the car and drive off. But I saw the license plate, gave it to the woman I talked to at the police station and they informed me about 10 minutes later that they arrested the two guys. The whole scene was so terrifying. This was in Germany.
I live in Germany and this country really isn't as advanced as it likes to pretend. Lot's of misogyny and domestic abuse.
This story kind of creeps me out even to this day but I have a pretty good one
I lived in mesa Arizona when I was 10 years old, we lived in a rough area but I was just a kid completely ignorant to the dangers of the world. I was walking back home from my friends house and my mother wanted me home by 9 and id always start walking back at around 8:40 to make sure I wasn't late, and its only like a couple blocks from my house so it wasn't a super long distance. it was around the time of year when the sun would set at 5:30 and be dark well before 7pm. so it was very much night time.
As I'm walking I hear a woman calling my name, I turned to look and see it was one of my moms friends, but she didn't know her too well. however I just saw that she was familiar and wont say a name, but I turned around and said hello and smiled. she walked up to me and told me my mom had called her and asked her to come get me and ride me back because something happened at my house, she said it was an emergency and that I needed to go with her and her husband whom my family was also familiar with.
I was only about 5 minutes from my house but I was told it was an emergency and I agreed to go with her. As I'm walking I get this weird feeling in my gut and this shaking in my legs that I now today realize was my instincts being on HIGH alert. I stopped for a minute and asked if we could call my mom and she said my mother was in the hospital right now and that I need to hurry. right as we were opening the door to the car i hear my mother SHOUT my name as loud as she can. and i turned on a dime and quickly walked towards my mom.
My mom asked what's going on and the woman replies and says that she was just giving me a ride home because she saw me. Was not the story she gave me so I told my mother what she told me and asked what was going on. My mom just looked at me and she could always tell when I'm lying vs when I'm telling the truth. The woman then goes to interrupt me likely to lie and my mom cuts her off and just stared back at her with the most shocked look ever and these words still send shivers down my spine. she says in the most shocked voice ever. "you were trying to take my son" and the husband looks out the window hurrying his wife in the car and as I looked back at towards him, I can see a syringe on the dashboard leaning against the windshield that he grabs right as I see it.
she gets in the car because at that point my mom was ready to kill her, and reached into her purse because she keeps a pocket knife. but they drove away and right after they did my mom looked at me and just burst into tears saying "I'm almost lost you" my mom knew full well what was happening and I was still too shaken to even say anything and just hugged her back and we went home. I was still in denial and to cope, I would convince myself that maybe i wasn't in any danger.
My family ofc never kept in contact with any of them but my step dad at the time submitted a tip to the police of the incident. when they caught up with him about 3 months later we had found out that he was arrested for having CP on his computer and found restraints in his closet as well as some containers of Propofol. They found pictures of me from my moms Facebook downloaded on his computer as well, leading them to believe that I was actually being watched for a good bit.
I never liked talking about it because to this day, if I hadn't stopped for those 10 seconds to ask the woman to call my mom, I don't know where id be or if id even be alive right now making this comment. and while it may seem like something that would have easily been forgotten, it was never the case for me. I haven't even told my closest friends this story but I might sometime soon. I asked my mom what happened that night, why she came looking for me. she described the same feeling I remembered feeling moments before I was almost abducted. just a lot sooner than I did. and just had the instinct that I was in danger.
I'm not usually a lucky person, it seems the odds are always against me but I always remember how lucky I was that night, that my mom decided to listen to her instincts when I didn't. I've never ignored my instincts since and every night after that when I finally did decide to leave my house. my mom would walk with me all the way up until I turned 13 to come back to live with my dad. And that to date is the scariest thing I think I've ever experienced. its some s**t you only hear of on the news and nobody ever assumed it will happen to them but my life was a mere 20 seconds from being completely different.
I was ‘taken’ at age 3 by a teenager threatening to hurt me. To this day I still cannot remember most of what happened which might be a good thing. Sometimes I want to know but the rest of the time I prefer to pretend it didn’t happen.
Oh my god. I am so sorry you went through that. Remember that the fuzzy or missing memories is a coping mechanism your brain has set up. If it's working, don't disturb it. If it starts to surface, then seek help from a professional therapist meant to counsel survivors of violence and early childhood trauma. You are a beautiful human who deserves to live without fear or pain. And your Pandas are here for you too. 🫂😢
Load More Replies...My mom had all 5 of us siblings learn a code word just for this type of situation, if any stranger including police approached us and said our parents were in the hospital or something else and they were taking us to them we were supposed to ask them what the code word is, was something unique to our family, if they didn't know it then that meant they weren't sent by our parents as mom or other family would have told them the code word and us kids would have hightailed it out of there
I had a sick feeling in my gut a few hours before my brother died... I knew something terrible would happen if we kept our plans for the night but pushed it away thinking it was silly... Unfortunately my hunch was correct and he died in a accident involving a drunk guy driving a construction vehicle after getting a flat tire in a quarry where he decided itd be a great idea to stop and drive in circles... I always change my course completely when I get that sick feeling in my gut out of nowhere now... And thus far have avoided catastrophe doing so... Sixth sense is real... Listen to it
This is why you shouldn't post pictures of your kids on social media.
"it may seem like something that would have easily been forgotten" -- I completely understand it. You don't easily forget an "almost". Almost got hit by that car. Almost didn't go into the hospital that day. Even almost lost a finger. Those things take time to get over, if you get over them at all. One like this? No, I'd assume that's with you the rest of your life.
This is giving me chills! OP, glad you were okay, although one can tell you are still struggeling.
I was almost trafficked when I was 18. I was walking home from work, it was a long walk so when a trucker offered me a ride I accepted (I was a very naive 18). He gave me something to drink and and I remember being so tired I couldn't keep my eyes open. I remember him talking about how he'd like me to come live with him and buy me things but I do have to help out by letting him sell me to other men. And that if I didn't make enough money for him he wouldn't feed me. I was so tired I could barely think but I remembered my mom telling me what she told a guy that was bothering her in her teens. I told him that my mother expected me to call her at a certain time and if I didn't she would call the police. I guess that scared him enough because he he ended up dropping me off back where he picked me up. It wasn't until years later that I realized he had slipped me a roofie and was planning on abducting me and trafficking me.
You only realized years later? He told you exactly what he wanted to do to you in the truck that night! Thank GOD you thought to mention your mom and the police and he believed you enough to let you go!!
Load More Replies...Stranger danger was BS. Stranger abduction does happen. But it isn't the majority of the cases. Most times it's someone who knew the victim personally. Someone close to or part of the family. It happens every day. Always trust your gut. Always make a call to make sure. And when you're close to home, go home. Safe words are a good thing too.
One of the scariest parts is the fact that he knew that woman. Sadly a lot of victims know their aggressor.
My college girlfriend called me one night. "The Baton Rouge Serial Killer" had been active a while and she was being followed - all over town and even after going in circles - by a while truck, which the killer supposedly drove. She fit the victim profile, she was brunette living in (house sitting for her aunt) a wealthy neighborhood.
My roommate and I drove over and we filed in line behind her and the triuck. She lived essentially ON the LSU grounds so I assumed it was a stupid student prank or something. She parks at her aunt's house, truck stops one house short of her aunt's and we pull in behind her.
I explain I'm going to go diffuse the situation. Walk over to the truck, the FBI says the killer is a white guy, this man is African American. Explain no one is upset but he's freaking out my girlfriend, he needs to leave. He looks side eyed at me and drives off.
I see the guy again a few months later, on the cover of the Baton Rouge paper, he's been arrested. He was the killer.
And now the serial killer thinks he knows where your GF lives. He could’ve come back later and killed her aunt. Never👏go👏home👏if👏you👏are👏being👏followed 👏 Macho garbage could’ve gotten you both killed. Next time meet her at a fire station.
Actually, she didn't go home. OP said she went to her aunt's house. Also, while your advice could help someone, you were kind of rude in the way you displayed it. Imagine a stranger clapping in your face as they criticize your actions. He didn't sound like he was trying to pull "macho garbage." He was trying to make sure his loved one was ok. Sound advice, yes. Presentation could use work.
Load More Replies...There were two serial killers active in Baton Rouge at the time. One was named Sean Vincent Gillis, and he was a white guy. The other was a black guy named Derrick Todd Lee. The police were unaware that they were dealing with two entirely separate killers for quite some time. The white guy had been seen by witnesses, but the black guy hadn't, so they assumed the white guy was responsible for all the random murders going on.
There were actually three active in Baton Rouge at the same time. There was another black man named Jeffrey Guillory. Oxygen has an article online about all three of them. https://www.oxygen.com/serial-killer-capital-baton-rouge/crime-news/who-are-baton-rouge-serial-killers
Load More Replies...Yeah, that's the common problem. People don't trust themselves. Being 'polite' is so ingrained into us that we make excuses like that left and right even for the most outrageous behaviours. I really liked the book 'The Gift of Fear' by Gavin Becker. Some idiots claim he's victim blaming but he really doesn't. All he does is give potential victims the permission to care for themselves and listen to their gut by describing how others dismissed their gut feelings and got hurt because social expectations told them it would be rude to assume someone was dangerous. He doesn't do that to blame the victims, but to help people see the signs and avoid being assaulted by protecting themselves. He tells people who are vulnerable that they don't have to risk being hurt because they don't want to be rude. And that's a very good thing to do. The region I live in is safe. But I regularly have to travel to more dangerous places. His tips and recommendations definitely helped me to stay safer.
Why does the FBI always say the killer is presumed white? I've lived through four incidnents where a serial killer was active in my area. Every time, the FBI was certain it was a white guy. Three times it was a black guy. I was so bothered, I even looked up who serial killers turned out to be in Wikipedia. They're more likely than your average killer to be white, but they are NOT disproportionately white when you look at the general population.
An excerpt from "Scientific American" October 2014, "5 myths about serial killers and why they persist" Myth #2: All Serial Killers Are Caucasian. Reality: Contrary to popular mythology, not all serial killers are white. Serial killers span all racial and ethnic groups in the U.S. The racial diversity of serial killers generally mirrors that of the overall U.S. population. There are well documented cases of African-American, Latino and Asian-American serial killers. African-Americans comprise the largest racial minority group among serial killers, representing approximately 20 percent of the total. Significantly, however, only white, and normally male, serial killers such as Ted Bundy become popular culture icons.
Load More Replies...The BR serial killer wrecked a lot of innocent lives, the sadistically murdered and their families left behind. The nurse, who it is said, fought like a tiger, the botany student getting her doctorate, the wife and mother of an 11 year old son, the only one that got away, because her son drove up as Derrik Todd Lee was strangling her with a telephone cord. He jumped up, and stomped as hard as he could on her abdomen before he ran out the back door. A big powerful man, he destroyed a lot of lives.
Defuse. Diffuse means to spread. I don't think you wanted to spread murder!!
Derrick Todd Lee. Executed in 2016. Y'all can relax. On this one instance.
This only happened earlier this year; a work colleague was off work for a long time, not like him at all. When he eventually returned we found out that his friend had been murdered by a group of football(soccer) wankers.
They'd been in a pub watching a match for the team they supported; they were celebrating a win when a group of men from the opposing team got angry and started arguing. When my colleague and his friends left the pub, they jumped his friend and beat him so bad he ended up in hospital where he eventually succumbed to the injuries.
This is one of the reasons I hate football, especially where I am (England). Riot vans, hundreds of police etc always around every train station and football stadium. Sad little men willing to take a life over a bag of air getting kicked around. It's not the first time, certainly won't be the last, someone has died over f*****g football.
Yeah sports is getting insane now even in American football. Edit: strings, yes, getting, even in youth American football parents will go crazy now.
Far too tribal, especially when the hype is pushed at undereducated boys who are desperate to be accepted via a common cause. The violence situation is much better than it was back in the skinhead / intercity boys (look it up) days, but this c**p should NOT be going on, full stop !!
I know it's practically "tradition" but I honestly believe at this point that sports being shown in any place serving alcohol simply should NOT be allowed. sports fans can be crazy enough without adding alcohol into the mix and therefore truly making them not entirely in their own mind. Not that the fact they were drunk excuses murder, but perhaps such extreme reactions may not have been had, had they not been full of booze. RIP to OP's colleague's friend.
It's not really a modern thing with sports violence. In ancient Rome they had a huge riot between two groups of fans. I think it was chariot racing they liked? Anyways... they went rioting at such a degree it's in history books. I learned about it when I studied history at the uni. Sports violence is just so stupid and I don't quite understand the psychological mechanisms behind it.
Sad, true, and societally scary:
While I was on life support, there was this other girl on a ventilator, just down the hall.
Like me, she’d had all of the right symptoms: headaches upon waking, vomiting without nausea, and getting lost in the house where she’d lived for years.
Like me, she researched them extensively.
Unlike me, she reached the right conclusion, and asked her parents for a scan. But they had a bunch of other kids, and money was tight, and she was at the right age to see symptoms as unduly catastrophic. So they said no.
Meanwhile, I was treating my symptoms with the gym. My mother had begged me to get a scan, and I’d said no. Until I had health insurance of my own, I couldn’t afford it, as it would show a preexisting condition that would destroy my future insurability.
The other patient took up three jobs to save the money for a scan. She made the rounds of several neurologists, begging. Each responded dismissively: she was too young, and looked so well that she had to be a hypochondriac. Finally, one took pity on her, and gave her a scan, telling her outright that it was only so that she’d stop asking, and that she’d hear results in some weeks.
I kept going to the gym until the day that I collapsed, vomiting blood, bursting a pupil.
She went in for her first craniotomy walking, talking, fine.
My parents and boyfriend would sit beside me through my coma, holding my hand, telling me how much they loved me.
She’d have her own such trio, doing the same.
I’d wake.
I’d meet her parents, her boyfriend.
I’d visit the ICU.
I’d see them growing more gaunt, more desperate, each time, until the trip when I learned that she’d gone to long-term coma care.
I’d recover.
She’d die.
Brain cancer is that kind of a b***h.
Since then, I’ve taken the survivor’s guilt to do everything that I can with my life… but that so easily could’ve—should’ve—been her outcome instead. That’s the outcome for so many.
It’s terrifying because it demonstrates how we, as a society, often dismiss the health complaints of all but a narrow slice of the population, without even registering that we’re doing it. How many lives do we, unthinkingly, throw away?
Who the heck downvoted this? If these scans can't be free, they should be affordable.
Load More Replies...The real scary part is that this is how health care is in America. This is the only developed country in the world where you would find details such as "Until I had health insurance on my own, I couldn't afford it" and "The other patient took up three jobs to save the money for a scan." It's possible that the other child would have lived, had money not been an issue. And yes, countries with universal health care can just as easily decide not to run scans - but if their main goal is health, not profit, and money is not an issue, they would then be that much more likely to run a brain scan, even on a relatively young, healthy person.
I've been vomiting since December/January and started taking Gravol (Dimenhydrinate) since March this year and when I saw my doctor in May, he said it was normal. Dude, I'm taking Gravol every f*cking night and sometimes it doesn't work either. We're in November. I'm still taking Gravol, I still vomit once in a while. I lost weight. My doctor of 22 years retired right before COVID and I found this clown; it's really hard to find a family doctor; all the clinics are full.
Oh no I really hope you get better being sick sucks and when you’re sick for that long it’s so much worse 😔
Load More Replies...F*****g bull s**t that you have to pay for these scans. Thats why I say get the scan and tell them you will pay later. then just never pay, I owe the hosptile like a quater million, havent paid a dime and my crdit has not been effected. F**k em. Its their job to help people, not just the rich
It doesn't work like that. If you're uninsured, you can't just tell them you'll pay later.
Load More Replies...Only in America is a medical history called a “preexisting condition”.
When I was pregnant with my son in 2012, I was told by several insurance companies they wouldn't cover me because pregnancy was a "preexisting condition"
Load More Replies...Craniotomies can have vastly different outcomes. my first one went like butter, Tumor removed, nothing I can't live without was erased, Second one went like needles under your fingernails, stroke like response, had to be sent for an MRI bc it looked as though I had had a stroke during surgery. NOPE, just an idiot surgeon who didn't put me on steroids to keep down the swelling after he went rooting around in there. Turns out there wasn't even any cancer that time so I have permanent left side damage and weakness because of his poor choices. I have learned from this. I will not be having a third brain surgery, even if my newest neurosurgeon thinks there is residual brain tumor up there. There is no way that's possible if they suctioned out brain tissue last time and there was no cancer though they thought for sure there was.
My great grandpa was a combat medic in the army. He was climbing the cliffs on D-Day at Omaha beach without a gun, having to stop and remove bullets, bandage wounds, and other things all while people with machine guns shot down at him.
The fact that he got to sit in his favorite leather recliner and tell me that story some 70 years later is a miracle.
My grandpa was there , too... Not on the right side of History, tho
Unless he was some big shot in the SS, he would have just been like any other soldier following orders. There wasn't really much difference in the little people apart from language.
Load More Replies...I've heard that when the Scots hit the beach there were pipers in their number actually playing the bagpipes. None were shot. Apparently there was a superstition among the Germans that it was bad luck to shoot pipers!!
Aye, it makes a right horrible noise when they make their dying breath through the mouthpiece
Load More Replies...My grandpa was there too. Lost his hearing in one ear and broke his shoulderblade when a bomb went off a little too close for comfort. He was the medic too, so he never got his shoulder looked at, and didn't find out he'd actually broken it until 60 years later. Just marched across France with a broken shoulderblade...
Visited Omaha Beach last summer, forever grateful towards the Allied force but sad that many lifes on both sides were lost
My dad was there and got blown up but survived (obv, since I’m alive). Before he died (in his 90s), we had a photo taken of him wearing his old army uniform - it still fit! One of my siblings still has dad’s Purple Heart. 💕
My grandfather was a British FEPOW in Japan in WW2. He did something to piss off the guards of his camp one evening and they beat him badly and tied him up on a fence with the promise to kill him the next day. Another young prisoner died during the night so they switched my granddad and the dead lad so the guards assumed he’d died from his injuries. Luckily he survived and came home in 1945
Well done to his mates for their quick thinking. Hopefully he lived on to have as fulfilling a life as he could have had following his experiences !!
My uncle was in a bar one night and started talking to this random guy. He described him as "a really nice guy."
He met him a few other times in the same bar. They drank and talked about random stuff. Soon after, my uncle stopped seeing the guy at the bar.
Idk how long after, but my uncle got notified that he had jury duty. He showed up and found out what it was for. A serial killer and the killer was his friend from the bar. Derrick Todd Lee.
My uncle was promptly dismissed from jury duty for obvious reasons.
im pretty sure this is the guy from one of the posts above (The Baton Rouge Serial Killer)
Load More Replies...The best serial killers often are "really nice guys". Its one of the ways they are able to lure their victims.
Exactly. Look at Ted Bundy. That man had charm by the skip load and look what he ended up doing.
Load More Replies...Derrick Todd Lee, the Baton Rouge Serial Killer, mentioned again in this post.
When I was called for jury duty, they asked me if I knew the county prosecutor. "Well, I serve on a school board with him. I've taught all his children. His wife is one of my wife's best friends. And, oh yeah, my wife has served as his campaign treasurer" I was quite willing to serve on the jury, but the defense was entitled to know these things. (And there were others.) I was excused.
This is the same serial killer the guy who saved his girlfriend from the guy following her in a truck was talking about.
That guy ended up doing a podcast about it locally with a well-known podcast in 2019. I can't recall the name rn but all the info is on reddit if you follow the link under the story.
Load More Replies...You would think that the odds of stuff like this happening would be higher.
Isn’t Derrick Todd Lee the serial killer mentioned in another post? The Baton Rouge one?
Not as scary as some of the other stories here, but a good cautionary tale for those who never experienced a dictatorship. My father was in his last year of high school. Brazil's dictatorship period of 1964 had started a few years before. One day, two soldiers come into the class, grab one of my father's classmate by the arm and take him out. Neither the classmate of his family were never seen again. No explanation, no warrant, no process, they just vanished. My father and his brother told us stories of the "spies" who would appear at times on schools and universities. Random "students" who would sit in for a couple of classes, sometimes even befriending classmates if they stayed longer. When those "students" stopped coming, usually another real student would disappear too. When the military government issued what is called Institutional Act Number Five (AI-5), it suspended basically every civil right, and the military could just enter people's houses, search whatever they wanted, take whatever and whoever they wanted, and leave, no explanations needed. People were tortured and killed to "save the country from communism" (which was never a real threat to begin with).
This is what the GOP wants in the USA. dont let the GOP of the past could your opinion of the current GOP. They have lost their way.
Precisely what I was thinking! This is why we need to vote out all supporters of the 6 January putsch - and make sure tRump NEVER sets foot in the Oval Office ever again!
Load More Replies...And apparently youngsters are still 'diappearing' in Brazil today *São Paulo, Brazil – Between 2019 and 2021, more than 200,000 people disappeared in Brazil, which represents an average of 183 people going missing per day. Most of the cases (30%) are teenagers between 12 and 17 years old.14 Jun 2023*
More scary than any of the other stories. Can you imagine National Guard barging into your house and disappearing you? Sweet Jeebus.
I see Agent Orange Man wanting to go that direction here - Dictators should be 'couped' as soon as possible
The same was going in the Soviet era in Eastern Europe. And in Hungary, we can expect it back in years.
In the 1990s, a nurse in New Jersey killed hundreds of hospital patients.
Sometimes he would sneak into patient's rooms at night and inject them with fatal medication doses. Other times, he would put the medication into IV bags in the supply room, so they would kill whatever random patient they were given to later.
He was accused several times. Some patients pointed him out before they died. Some staff thought he was creepy and dangerous, and refused to work with him. He kept getting fired from hospitals. But the hospital managers knew that if he got arrested, they would be sued by the families of the patients he murdered. So they just fired him, and didn't call the police.
That happened at 12 different hospitals over the course of 16 years. Investigators believe he killed as many as 400 people.
After he was arrested, he confessed to 40 murders. In 29 of them he gave enough detail to be charged and plead guilty. He is linked to 300+ more deaths than that, but details of those will probably never be known, because so much information was lost over time or destroyed by the hospitals.
I remember that. "He kept getting fired from hospitals. But the hospital managers knew that if he got arrested, they would be sued by the families" We are not safe anywhere, not even in a hospital where they are supposed to do good.
Hospitals are generally staffed by the most caring concerned people you'll ever meet. They are, however, ran by utter f****** sociopaths, often religious NPOs.
Load More Replies...I recently watched a movie about this man - Charles Cullen. it is called The Good Nurse and stars Eddie Redmayne
Not to the same numbers but in Canada in recent years a nurse Elizabeth Wetlauffer (no sure of spelling) did the same with insulin.
Of course it comes down to businesses just caring about money. Jerks.
Many doctors like to hurry the patients to their demise. Twice when I have had loved ones dieing in the hospital, the doctors have taken away all fluids. They are dieing from lack of water in this case, not the disease that brought them there. Never will I fully trust a doctor again.
My mom is a doctor…but she would never do that, she even comes home and sometimes sleeps because she so tired from helping patients. She’s one of the hero’s during lockdown
My brother was dating the love of his life up until a few years ago.
They met because the both worked in a restaurant, he was a piano player, she was a waitress. Things were going amazingly between them.
The only problem was, she had a jealous ex.
He knew when they left work, and what shifts they'd work since it was the same each week. He decided for whatever reason he was going to teach my brother a lesson for dating his ex, and planned to attack him with a stanley knife when he left work one evening.
That night, my brother and his partner were getting ready to leave, and he stopped for a second to talk to a colleague, meaning she left first.
As soon as she stepped out the door, he slashed her throat, and then ran. She died infront of him. That attack was meant for my brother.
He's gone through a lot of therapy, and down some very dark paths since then. But is finally coming out of the other side of it. But it's terrifying how close I came to losing my little brother, and how much he lost as a consequence, because of some f*****g deranged nutjob.
If I could get my hands on that guy, I'd get locked up myself. But he's in prison for a long time, and so far he's staying there.
Thank goodness the son of a female dog. was caught and convicted. But that doesn't bring the girlfriend back.
I mourn her d***h rest in peace and I hope the dude who k***ed her GOES TO HELL
This is just sad, hopefully your Brother is doing better now. Honestly if i got my hands on that maniac, I’d beat the living hell out of him
My mom had a coworker who's first ex husband was in prison for putting a hit out on her. Her second ex husband hid in the back of her vehicle until she was done with work, held her at gun point, made her drive home then shot her and himself in the driveway while their teenage son was in the house.
Men kill because they're a*****e babies who don't understand no. Don't blame the victim.
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My aunt fell asleep on her couch one night and my uncle was asleep upstairs. She woke up around 12am to a random man staring at her while she slept. He said “the guy upstairs was sound asleep.” Meaning he came in, saw my aunt on the couch, looked around, saw my uncle asleep upstairs, and then sat there and watched. She told him to leave and somehow by the will of god HE LEFT. He slid in through the back door……. We live in a relatively safe area! Craziest s**t I have ever heard
Right I didn’t even think of that :/
Load More Replies...Many years back, in summer we usually kept our 1np balcony door open. One night i was woken up by strange feeling of being watched/followed. Opened my eyes to see a big orange cat staring right into my face and screamed so loud, it woken up my family, and the poor thing sprinted away. Can't imagine seeing human like this... So sorry for your aunt.
I had this happen to me one night when my ex-husband decided to break into the house and watch me sleep. After I demanded he leave, he told me sometimes he thinks it would be easier on him if I were dead. Very creepy situation. This was over 20 years ago. I was stalked for a while, and there was some legal stuff involved but everything's fine and I assume he eventually moved on.
One night when I was younger I would see a person standing next to the door and staring at me. In the morning they were suddenly gone. I saw them every night and I was in terror with fright. No one believed me! Then my father slept in my bed one night to prove me that I was wrong and saw it too. He got up to punch whoever it was and punched a hole in the wall. It was just a combination of a shadow from the curtains and a plant that had grown next to the windowsill and moonlight reflecting on some glitter at the wall. Everything came together just so perfectly that it looked like a real person. It even looked as if they moved and breathed a little when the wind outside moved the leaves of the plant. If I imagine it would have been a real person I get goosebumps. How horrible!
Well I’ll be leaving my bedside lamp on tonight! Thanks so much for that.
I had a neighbor once who woke up to a man climbing into bed with her and her daughter (she had heard a noise and was scared). He'd been watching them from their backyard. Fortunately, that neighbor turned out to be a scary momma bear, saved her kid.
In January 2022 I'd had my two grandkids sleeping over. They were 5 and 7 at the time. They sleep in my room as I only have 1 bedroom. I always lock the bedroom door when we go to bed and I locked the front door as well or so I thought. In the morning we woke up to the sound of two people talking. As my apartment basically has no insulation I thought they were outside chatting but after a few minutes I got worried. So I got dressed and my grandkids got dressed and I told them to stay in the bedroom. I unlocked the door and went into the living room and two guys were there, both looked and smelled drunk and I told them to leave before I called the police and the older one screamed at me that I was in his apartment and I needed to leave. So I called the police and the other guy dragged him out of my apartment and apologised. Police were there in minutes and found them wandering down the road. I still feel really guilty for not realising the front door was locked as I always locked it.
Something weird happened to me; more scary in a what could have been kind of way, so not on the same scale as the poor people in the comments. I was 17 years old (male) and walking home from a night out quite drunk and stoned about 2am. I’m in a lonely part of my walk no people, few cars: just a road and some large shops: a B&Q and a carpet showroom - out of town shopping complexes that have since become ubiquitous in the UK. Anyway, In a lay-by about 15 feet away is a silver car pulled up lights on. As I stumble past two men step out and call me over. Something about the situation immediately sobers me up. I keep walking and one of them shouts “it’s fine we are the police: we will drive you home” I stop for a moment and reply with some smart a**e comment along the lines of how police would never do this and that they were dodgy. Calling them dodgy always sticks in my mind. He insists I’m too drunk and it’s not safe for a young man like me and I should let them take me home. I say no and he then tells me to come over here and listen to the police radio in the car to prove they are real police. It’s weird the guy is almost begging me; desperation in his voice. I repeat a firm no, tell them I’m fine and keep walking. Minute I’m out of sight, I run as fast as I can and don’t relax until the 30 minutes later I’m home. I can only assume they didn’t man handle me into the car because there was the very occasional taxi driving past. Im 45 now and occasionally think about how that could have ended for me. None of the scenarios seem good. Sadly stories like this are probably more routine for women but at the time it really shook me up.
I remember walking home from school when I was 9 with a friend and a car full of late teens to adult men pulled along side of us and kept trying to get us to get in the car. It drove real slow and stayed with us talking to us trying to get us to get in the car and we kept saying no. I remember that we slipped into the alley and ran like crazy to my house, only to get into trouble for taking the alley because I had to take the main road home. The main road would have meant that the car would have been able to still harass us, and possibly worse. The alley the car couldn’t access without going up the main road and over a side street and we’d have places to hide by then. I still got in trouble though, but it was worth it. I’d do it again.
I work midnight shift at a gas station and I have for quite awhile at various stations in different areas with varying levels of criminal activity.
I have regulars, of course. I’m a small-statured woman (as is my partner the other half of the week, and we’ve always been partners) so these regulars often worry about us and keep watch on creepy occurrences when they can.
I had one man who worked in the metro an hour away who would stop in every morning for his cigarettes. He never smiled or seemed friendly, and as I often do, I tried to think of what I could do that might make him smile one day.
It took many months but I finally pulled it off by having his cigarettes ready on the counter and already scanned for him to pay for as he walked in. He smiled, and then asked me
“Do you ever get scared on the night shift? You small girl, is not safe.”
I said I sometimes did but we could lock the doors and hide if we had to, and that the provincial police (think state troopers, if you’re American) had a station close by and came in often to get their highway vehicles washed. I had a good rapport with those police. He nodded and then told me a story about when he first moved to our country from Eastern Europe with his wife and child back in the late 80’s, early 90’s.
He fell asleep at work one night at the gas station he worked midnights at. When he woke up, the phone had been ringing for hours and his manager was shaking him violently asking if he was alright. He was fine, he said, what was the problem? He was sorry he fell asleep.
His manager screamed that it was fine he fell asleep, to look outside. All of their motor oil was missing and the outside of the place was a mess.
The thieves had come and swiped all the oil and left him be because he slept through the entire thing, and then moved down the road to the next station for an encore. At that station, the clerk was awake and fought back, so the thieves stabbed him to death and left him to bleed out.
When he finished telling me this, he concluded with
“If you ever feel sleepy just lock the door and do it, it might save your life”
I don’t work at that station anymore but I think about that guy all the time and wonder how his grandkids are.
Here is a link to an article talking about how that poor other clerk’s killers were finally found 25 years later:
https://toronto.ctvnews.ca/mobile/arrest-made-in-1990-murder-of-gas-station-attendant-1.2650933
I thought the nice guy was going to attack her. I'm glad I was wrong.
I'm glad the boss understood and cared enough to look out for him and didn't blame him for the theft. But sadly he might have if that poor guy hadn't been killed. On the other hand, I have read many stories were workers were frustrated that company policy forbid them to ever address thieves or attack burglars. So maybe at least some companies have gotten the message. It is not too uncommon that employees are told to just go along with a robbery and not try to prevent it. My guess is it's just for liability reasons, but it's still better for the employees too.
I hope the thieves/killers were caught. But they probably weren't and never will be. Bummer.
The killer was caught. Rupert Richards, age 64, pleaded guilty to manslaughter in the murder of Surinder Singh Parmar.
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I'm the firstborn, and when I was just a wee babe, my mother put me to bed and headed off to bed herself.
Being new parents, they were all about the baby monitor. Dad was already asleep, and just as my mom was drifting off, she heard the telltale crackle,
"Don't worry, sweetheart, mommy's here."
Needless to say, my mom about s**t herself and catapulted to the nursery...to find me fast asleep and totally alone.
Turns out the neighbor had just had a baby too, and they were picking up each other's signals.
They actually picked up all kinds of things over time. Used to hear the truckers radioing to each other from the highway like a mile away.
Those early baby monitors were creepy. We used to hear our neighbors' conversations on their cordless phone.
I spent hours as a child in the early-mid 90's listening to my neighbors' phone conversations on my parents' police scanner. I bet 12-year-old me knew more about the neighborhood than all the gossiping housewives combined!
Load More Replies...Are we not going to talk about the Teddy Ruxpins who would come alive and speak whatever was coming from a nearby baby monitor??? First time I saw it I freaked out LOL
Lol this one was actually kinda funny as well as a little creepy, now that they know what was actually going on.
Same thing with kids walkie-talkies back in the 80s and 90s. We heard so many phone calls. It was funny.
We would hear truckers radio conversations on our walkie talkies in the 90s, until one day one yelled at us for interfering with their signal!
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A couple of weeks ago I was driving and suddenly I heard a woman talk to a child. Huw she always has to pull the car and they all do nothing. This went on for a while, she held to go shopping ,blabla. Over the radio. Was so weard.
We had no issues with our baby monitor until we moved to our new house. Suddenly my kid was terrified of his bedroom. One night I fell asleep in his bed with him and woke up to the scariest growling noises coming from his monitor unit. A very deep creepy voice speaking in an unidentifiable language interspersed with him growling and wailing. Nothing was heard on the parent unit in our room. Threw out the monitors the next day!!
One of my friends family growing up had a beach house and I'd get invited every now and then.
They had $ and the house was massive, pretty cool place too. They even had a full time maid who had her own 'flat' at the back.
One day they go there for a long weekend and when they opened the door, the place had been ransacked. It was all a mess, missing TVs, furniture, broken stuff... you get the picture.
They went to check on the maid and her flat was empty, all her belongings were gone.
They called the cops who came over and had a brief look (not interested from what they said) and left saying the maid probably had something to do with. And that's what everyone believed for week.
Until the dad returned the following weekend to try and change the locks and etc and he brought their dogs along with him. Yep, you know it... one of the dogs started digging and found the maid buried in the backyard under a tarp they had close to the pool. So the theory now is that whoever came in probably knew her and she recognized them and 'she had to go'
Edit: I added the *gruesome* details on a post below. I don't recommend reading them but it's there for those who are curious.
I’m not going to repeat the details, but I went to the post, and she was basically tortured to death.
I am looking for the post. Can’t find it. Where is it? Found it: https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/17wdf8c/comment/k9h5lta/
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Load More Replies...Came home to find out that someone had broken in to my appartment and a lot of my things were missing. Ran outside to find a payphone and called the police. When i came back to my appartment even more of my things were missing, so i guess he was hiding under my bed when i first found out.
One of my many experiences with night terrors/sleep paralysis left me with memory loss and now I have to live with the fact that my body kinda operated without me for a week.
I was about 7 years old and woke in the middle of the night to find this smoke creature crawling up the bottom of my bed. It was terrifying, as you can imagine, and I booked it for the landing, which is weird for me because looking back I would have expected it to be sleep paralysis (I still get these occurrences often) but I could move perfectly well on this occasion. I reached the top of the stairs outside my bedroom and another one was slowly making its way up, step by step out of the darkness of the floor below. I froze and looked around for somewhere else to run to, but I was pinned because the first one was making its way through my bedroom doorway toward me. Both of these smoke demon things were advancing on little 7 year old me, so I did the only thing I could thing of: screamed the house down.
Mum comes running just as I start to go blind with smoke creeping into my vision. Blood pressure was wonking out - it was the same smoke I get when I stand up fast. Mum ends up soothing me, taking me back to bed, and at some point she leaves and lets me go back to sleep.
Next morning, I apologise for waking her up last night. She has no idea what I mean and we’re both confused. I tell her “I woke you up on the stairs. I was having a nightmare.” She informs me that that happened over a week ago, not last night. I have no memory of that week occurring, not a single shred, but apparently I had gone to school every day, played with my friends, eaten my dinner, done my homework, had my baths - all without knowing that I had done it. Apparently I’d been kinda quiet during that week, and my mum assumed I was having trouble at school, which was not an uncommon experience for me. But I still, to this day, don’t remember anything after that night and it gives me the creeps to imagine that my body has done things - gone through the motions of every day life - without me having any knowledge of doing it.
I had the same thought. After a serious seizure time gets warped and your mind just doesn't work normally for a while.
Load More Replies...Cripes. That prompted a memory. Something very like that happened to my first wife, twice. But in her case it only lasted about four hours each time. The first time she was with me, and next day totally denied being there. The second time she found her way to the doctor on foot and when there couldn't remember her name, or her address, or how to write. I hadn't put the two incidents together until now. Scared me terribly both times.
I used to restart arguments that I won, because I didn't remember the argument, just the issue.
Load More Replies...You need a sleep study and neurological exam now. Years can go by between events but medicine can prevent another occasion. I assume you drive and get overtired like everyone does. Don't delay. Seizures can be deadly. I probably had one at age 15, then...crickets till age 40 or so, then two grand mals five years ago. Completely controlled by Depakote, now. I always wonder how much I missed (especially, did I run red lights because of absence Seizures? )
P.S. Seizure disorders have led to witchcraft, possession, and lunatic asylum consequences for people for much of human history, and 'demons' are not an uncommon manifestation in these experiences. BTW, I was diagnosed with complex partial seizures of the temporal libe, long before my grand mals. I didn't persist in getting treatment. Believe yourself and don't get fobbed off with doctors who don't listen.
Load More Replies...After I had a skull fracture as a 6-year-old, I had some similar memory loss where I had no memory of how I got home or to a friend's house etc.
I never had night terrors or sleep paralysis but I had 2 occasions where I lost a large amount of time. Once in elementary school, when I found out I was in a musical that I don't recall anything about starting, and the other in high-school where I somehow had written notes and had discussed pigeons were a mix of different types of doves. My memory back then was perfect. No way I would have forgotten a fact like that. When I looked back, the notes were there in my handwriting. Scary thing to know that could happen at any time.
I've had this happen twice in my life. Once in elementary school for more than a few days and again in highschool.
Well, it's my story. When I was a little kid, 5-6? we had this neighbor like Grandma to me. I'd go over and have snacks, and she had a Mr. Potato head I played with that was her (now adult) son's toy. Weird core memories!
He came home, in his twenties, from the army I think. I don't remember much about him, but he asked about taking my older brothers camping, but my mom said no, she had a weird feeling about him. (Side note, we lived out in in the country, not even a town, just a place). There were no locked doors, everyone trusted each other. My mom saw him at our little store with bee stings all over and was concerned . He said he got them at the creek. She thought that was weird, because that's just not a thing where we went all the time, but okay?
A little while later (not sure how long), the news said there was a murder of some campers out past where we lived, no leads. People were shocked - this doesn't happen here! My mom remembered her weird feeling and the bee stings that didn't make sense. She called the police to say, hey, probably nothing, but here's what I got. I remember detectives coming to our house to talk to her.
They had some other evidence that matched, but not enough to link him to the murder (a couple with their child). It's unsolved to this day, though the detective said he knew it was him. A few years later, the guy went to prison for an abduction/attempted murder of a woman who ran out of gas and he offered her a ride. She lived, thank god.
Not enough evidence to link him to the murder? How does this happen? If they knew it was him how did he manage to almost do it again? There has to be some accountability somewhere. Grrrrr!
They need enough evidence to convict. It's not enough just to arrest a suspect. They need to put him away.
Load More Replies...i kinda skimmed over it and im to lazy to go back and read it, what does the bee stings have to do with this huh
A family was murdered at a campsite. The guy said he got bee stings from being near a creek, but he actually probably got them from being at the campsite.
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The other night, my wife took our child out for several hours. In that time I wrapped up work, then left to get dinner around 4:30pm. Got home around 6:30, played with our dog and did a few chores,. Then, when my wife got home about 7:30, we relaxed a bit and I headed for bed about 9:00pm (usually up early with our kid).
Maybe two minutes after crawling into bed I get a text from my wife with a picture of our dry-erase menu board on our fridge. See, usually at the start of the week, my wife will fill out a rough menu for dinners that week. I remembered seeing it earlier in the day and it was filled out as expected.
The picture she sent was of the menu all scrambled up, like the letters were all moved everywhere, with random words and squiggles throughout. Some of it was her writing, but others were incomplete words, or rewritten words in handwriting that wasn't hers or mine.
This freaked us out, as our one year old certainly didn't do it. The county Sheriff showed up and swept the house and found nothing. Nothing was out of place or missing either. He was spooked by it a bit too. He said they never get a call out in the country where we are and recommended we change our locks (we hadn't as the couple we bought our home from were elderly). So, we did that night.
Yeah, but the outside of my door is my favorite place for nutjobs
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I text my roommate from my bedroom. Quite normal.
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When I was about 18 my friend and I went to the movies and then decided to walk home. It was a bit of a walk but we didn't want to pay for a cab.
I'm always pretty vigilant when walking, especially at night, so I noticed a guy with his hood up walking behind us. Every so often I'd look over my shoulder to check on him. He started pretty far behind us but was gaining ground weirdly quickly. The last time I turned my head I caught him SPRINTING at us. I panic and tell my friend to run for it. She's in those f*****g Birkenstock slip on sandals that were popular then and she's struggling to run so I'm dragging her until we get to a gas station. I bang on the window and beg the clerk to let us in but he says he can't because it's past a certain time at night but he promises if the guy comes near us he'll call the cops. The guy comes down the hill, through the gas station, staring at us the entire time. I swear the only reason he thought better of it was because the gas clerk had the phone visibly in his hand (plus he was a big guy).
I completely broke down after he left. Just the thought that he was running at us while I had my back turned scares the s**t out of me. What if I hadn't turned when I did that last time?
Yes, but also, what if the girls and the sweatshirt man were working together and they got the clerk to open the door and the sweatshirt guy came in and robbed the place? In the moment it's hard to know.
Load More Replies...I remember a few years ago, while I still went clubbing, my friend and I were out and suddenly two guys came up to us. One of them asked my friend to sleep with him (he used a lot more vulgar language). She said no, and he told her "I always get what I want". We were terrified, and we ran to a convenience store where my friend knew the owner. My friend quickly explained the situation, and shorlty after, the guys were in the store too. The owner went up to them and said "Is something the matter with my daughters?" The guys started mambling lame ads excuses, and the owner said "If you aren't gonna buy something, you need to leave". They left, and we stayed there until my friend's actual mom came to pick us up.
A chimpanzee named Travis attacking his owner's friend.
Travis attacked and mauled his owner's friend, blinding her, severing several body parts, and lacerating her face, before he was shot and killed by a cop.
The owner called 911 during the attack. Travis' screams can be heard in the background at the start of the tape as the owner pleads for the police. Initially they believed the call to be a hoax until she said, "He's eating her!"
Male chimpanzees get extremely aggressive once they hit sexual maturity. It doesn’t matter if they were raised by humans. They are wild animals.
Instinctively, when a chimpanzee attacks, it usually goes for the face first and afterward, the hams. This is done to incapacitate the victim, to prevent any sort of attack in return. That is why they start by ripping off the victims face, and then proceed to bite and hopefully remove the hands. I hate chimpanzees.
Load More Replies...The "owner" was an arrogant a*****e who was so certain that Travis was a furry person that she ignored the well known fact that Chimps are strong, aggressive, and vicious. Anybody who thinks that a wild animal makes a good pet in a f*****g moron, and I cannot believe that it is legal in so many state in the USA. If it were only the owner who was at risk, that would be OK, but these animals escape and other people get hurt.
Like the owners of that wild dog in San Francisco that mauled an apartment neighbor.
Load More Replies...A zoo keeper once said a chimpanzee was the most dangerous animal at the zoo because it could rip off your arm and beat you to death with it.
I read about this case, leading to a face-and-hand-transplantation surgery on the female »victim«...I also read about an incident involving an American student, who's last name was something like »Oberle«.....he also lost almost all of his fingers and toes......and his nose...
fun fact, a cameo in jordan peele's movie "nope" mentions and shows a chimpanzee that was inspired by the incident. The movie even showed someone dressed like the owner's aftermath.
Chimps do NOT make good pets, never have, never will - it was not his fault either.. horrible outcome for both but the owner was 100% at fault
My high school gf called late one night after I was home and in bed. She said that something had happened and asked if I could come over. She was clearly shaken and not full of details. So I told my parents and drove over towards her house.
At the top of her subdivision I was met by a cop with lights on. He asked where I was going and I told him about the call from my gf. He lets me go by and I come over the hill to the cul de sac where she lives and I see multiple cop cars around the circle. They watch me pull up and get out of my car. My gf comes running out of her house and meets me in the street. She explains that someone had broken into her neighbor’s house and started beating her with something heavy. The neighbor managed to get out of the house and headed to my gf’s house where she started banging furiously on the front door. My gf’s dad was out of town, so her mom answered the door and the neighbor just fell into the foyer bleeding profusely from the head. Her mom looks up to see the attacker headed up the walkway towards the front door. She pulls the neighbor into the house and closes the door hitting the attacker with it before it fully closed. He then took the heavy tool he had used to beat the neighbor and smashed the little window at the top of the door. Her mom started screaming and the attacker just turned around and walked up the street into the darkness.
I spent the night there that night (along with two or three cops outside in their cars) and in the morning we could see blood still pooled on the floor in the foyer and splattered blood above the front door from where the attacker had swung the bloody tool to smash the window.
No one was ever caught or even identified. It was just completely random.
The neighbor survived and to my knowledge had no permanent physical injuries beyond scarring from having her scalp stapled shut. She moved away shortly after the incident.
Edit : Update on victim’s status and paragraphing, though probably not correctly.
TLDR: gf’s neighbor was brutally attacked in her home. She ran to my gf’s house and the attacker fled after nearly getting into their house too. No one was ever caught.
That's crazy...we have people sitting in jail for years sometimes for petty drug charges or shoplifting but they can't catch a murderer?! Cuz he def would have killed her if she didn't get away.
Random stranger murders are very hard to solve. Unless the murderer left DNA or fingerprints behind AND is in a database somewhere identifying the killer is very difficult. Only 52.3% of US murders committed in 2022 were cleared with a suspect arrested.
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Up to this day, I'm still looking for a logical explanation to this. This happened in 2003.
So I and an ex were checked in, in a coastal resort where the cottages were far apart, like 200m away.
Around 11-1130pm while we're both drinking beer with the lights turned off and only the TV on, the door knob suddenly rattled violently, like someone was forcibly trying to get it open.
There was no double lock on the door so my first reaction was to jump from the bed and block the door with my weight. The force of my landing must have been heard from the other side but the twisting of the doorknob continued.
By this time I was already pressing my face to the floor, trying to look/estimate how many people were outside the door via the small gap between the floor and the bottom of the door.
There was nothing. Not one pair of feet or anything. But the door knob just kept rattling.
I should point out that the gap between the floor and the door was enough for me to see the outside, or at the very least notice any change in shadow/light caused by movement, but there was nothing.
The turning of the door knob then stopped. But I never heard any footsteps or any other noise.
Waited a few minutes and opened the door. Everything was quiet. No foot prints outside or on the sand surrounding the cottage.
We just noped out of there immediately.
Doors are often hollow. Could have been mice, rats, or lizards climbing around inside.
First, an outer door with a gap underneath? Second, putting their weight to keep the door shut while, at the same time, peeking underneath the door? Third, there is generally a window or peak hole in the front door. Fourth, rental cottages would almost always have a real lock on the door. There are so many liability issues with not having a real lock on a front outside door.
As long as they didn't grab the doorknob and it still rattled in their hands it could be just some release of kinetic energy while the wood of the door settled. That can cause vibration in the door that's not visible but can let the door handles jiggle if they're a bit loose. My door in my bedroom as a kid was an old pine door and I had a door handle. The jiggle didn't look as if someone was trying to open the door. My grandpa who was a carpenter explained to me that wood is never completely 'dead'. It has moisture that expands and compresses and then the wood reacts to temperature changes and it 'works'. It makes noises and sometimes vibrates. Wooden floor panels can make noises that sound as if someone is stepping on them while walking through the room.
If ghosts exist they don't really try very hard to tell us stuff that could help. You just hear of these head games, a waste of time if a spirit can interact with the material world without the meat sack. There's an explanation for this and I bet if you'd come boiling out with a baseball bat, you could have connected with it!
World War II, the Pacific theater. My great uncle on my mother's side fought at Okinawa. While taking cover behind a rock, he was shot through the foot by a Japanese sniper and evacuated to a hospital for recovery. He was the only member of his platoon to make it off the island alive.
Lucky chap, desperately sorry for everyone else. Hopefully he looked on his escape as serendipity.
My great uncle was a flamethrower trooper on Iwo Jima... I'll never forget him describing what roasted Japanese soldiers smelled like... A terrible thing for a child to hear and a bad memory for an adult to carry
Had an uncle who died there, sadly I never got to know him. He was barely 18 years old.
My Grandfather fought in Okinawa too, got shrapnel in his arm...wonder if he knew this person's great uncle. Obviously a different platoon, but maybe they met in the hospital.
I was around 10 years old. I was at school but my mum told me she was thinking of taking me to the doctors in the afternoon (recurring eye issue).
Lunchtime and I'm in the dining hall when the office woman told me there was a taxi outside for me and I needed to go. I assumed my mum booked it for me as she can't drive. I cleared up my stuff and got my bag.
Just about to leave when I remembered my jacket in my classroom. I rush to get and head out for the taxi. Office woman tells me I'm too late and the taxi had gone without me. I just went back to class but panicking my mum would be angry at me.
School finishes and my mum is waiting for me at the gates. I burst into tears apologising for missing the taxi and thinking I was in big trouble. She never ordered a taxi and had no clue what I was talking about. She ended up not making the doctor appointment.
No-one ever found out who ordered the taxi, or who driver was. My mum doesn't like to think what would've happened if I hadn't forgotten my jacket and got in that taxi.
TLDR missed a taxi I thought my mum booked for me, only to find out it could have been an attempted kidnapping.
The taxi driver asked for her by name and didn't have to check out the student at the office? I'm calling BS on this.
I can see this happening pre70s. Especially in a bigger city.
Load More Replies...I think it is pretty much true. In the 1980's here in England you could get called out of class and told someone was waiting for you, like your auntie or a neighbour. Nothing happened at my school to any pupils but it is scary to think that kids from around ages 4 and up could be delivered into the custody of a random person who only had to know your name and that of a parent.
I'm glad you Pandas out there keep track of this stuff. I'm wide-eyed a gullible! (Moan)
This guy I used to work with, Rowan Baxter. Seemed nice enough but a friend I worked with and I used to joke about him being "dead behind the eyes" or call him "old Shark-Eyes Baxter".
This man followed his estranged wife while taking the kids to school. When she stopped at lights, got out and set fire to the car with her and the kids in it. Then killed himself, the f*****g coward.
Bystanders managed to get his wife Hannah Clarke out but she later died in the hospital. That deplorable excuse for a human then stopped the bystanders who tried to get his children Aaliyah, Laianah and Trey out of the car. When it was too late, he killed himself with a knife. I don't believe that there is hell waiting for people like him but I certainly hope so.
To stab yourself and light yourself on fire shows just how mentally f***** up someone can be.
I just saw a few pics of the guy. I agree that he looked dead behind the eyes. Yikes.
So far I’ve personally seen two people who were so obese and so stationary that they sat on their couches without moving for extended periods of time. They stayed there eating, urinating, and defecating on their cloth couches long enough that their skin broke down and the fabric meshed with their flesh. To be removed they had to have the couch cut apart and at the hospital we had to cut parts off their buttocks, thighs, and back to remove the couch fabric and the infected flesh. Both of them eventually died from systemic infections related to the wounds.
At that point, someone else is enabling them. Unless the pizza guy opens the window and throws the food through towards them
I remember on my 600 lb life, a guy had a rope with a basket that delivered pizzas were put in to be pulled into his bedroom. NEVER NEVER underestimate the power of addiction!
Load More Replies...Dread Pirate - It is not for the faint hearted, but I did get to save lives, it was a really good feeling.
Load More Replies...OMG! Our friend went in for a stomach issue, was in the hospital for a few days. Heard a doctor say :”I’ve never seen this before, not even close”. All of the charge nurses went to see the patient. Same scenario. In a lazy-boy with a heating pad on his legs-not moving- for 3 weeks. Apparently his brother had been bringing him meals. Why he couldn’t figure out that after eating and drinking he would need to use the facilities is beyond me… So essentially three weeks of eating and defecating on a La-Z-Boy with a heater when he was brought in the paramedic said taking his legs off of the lazy board chair was like separating Velcro. He had maggots everywhere. Needless to say he had a double amputation. How does this happen in 2025?
It always makes me wonder who is bringing food to these kind of people. Why don't they get them help instead of ignoring their plight?
One of my parents' neighbors had shingles so bad that he [ended his life].
So I've heard. Get the vaccine as soon as recommended.
Load More Replies...Trigeminal neuralgia, TN, following shingles is so painful that many people opt to end their lives. I only had one bout of TN and I'm here to tell you I can understand people wanting to commit suicide if they have it. I was driving to work about 3 weeks after my shingles cleared up and I had a lance of pain go across my cheek. It was so bad, I pulled over on the freeway to put my head in my hands for a couple of minutes. It was like being burnt with fire. Fortunately, it passed and I've never had another instance of this. People, GET YOUR CHICKEN POX VACCINATION! And get it for your kids, as well. Do you seriously want your kids to get shingles and ask you why you did this to them? And if you're older, get your shingles vaccination as well. Yeah, there's some bad side effects, but nothing, and I mean NOTHING, about the side effects that can match what shingles will do to you.
If you had chicken pox before 15 months old, you are at a high risk of developing shingles in your 20s. Get the shingles vaccine before it happens!
Load More Replies...When my then Partner ended our 2 year relationship in a horrible way - then Ghosted me, I developed Trigeminal Neuralgia followed by Shingles because of the shock. My face was swollen badly and I had blisters on my forehead, the pain is like being burned, it is horrendous. I am recovering and my face looks normal again, but still in a great deal of pain, all because he was so cowardly. Makes me feel really sad. One so called 'friend' told me to 'rise above it' so easy to say, I really wish people wouldn't say things like that.
I can endure a lot of pain, but the shingles? 4 weeks of non-stop pain. Imagine having your arm crushed in a vice and then having boiled water over it. That's how I described it...
Same here, I am used to being in a lot of pain, but this pain is in a class of it's own.
Load More Replies...My sister and I are unfortunate enough to be among the few that experience shingles multiple time and before the common age. She started getting them in her early thirties and has had them 4 times. I had my first case at 18 (52 now) and every 2-3 years since. It is like your skin is on fire and it becomes hypersensitive to any stimulus. I am hoping that it has run it's course as I have not experienced it for about 5 years now but it is a truly miserable experience.
This terrifies me. I got shingles 10 years ago at age 22. The pain throughout my back, scalp, and even in my nose was excruciating. My skin is still super sensitive and I've since been diagnosed with both eczema and psoriasis as well. I didn't realize it could flare up again at any age. I think I'll go panic now.
Load More Replies...Got shingles during my pregnancy, so couldn't take anything stronger than Paracetamol for pain. Which made it bearable for a couple of hours and then I just counted the time till I could take the next one.
Sorry to hear that, it is horrible enough without being Pregnant, hugs x
Load More Replies...We had a couple of patients at my pharmacy who developed such terrible cases of shingles, they were prescribed oxycontin for the pain. One of them came through all right, but the other- not so much. She became addicted and I never found out if she came through that, or not.
I get shingles. First time 19 years old. I usually get 3. Last time I was like 50. One on my neck. One in my ear and one in my throat. They were so painful. I could barely move my head. I refuse the shingles vaccine. Terrified I will get shingles. This man should have been hospitalized.
It is the most dreadful thing. perhaps the man did go to the hospital. Doctors often take photos of various conditions.
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When I was 17 I was hanging out with 2 friends and they wanted to go smoke weed in the woods. I didn't feel like it so I drove them and waited in the car.
After a while I was getting bored and decided to go meet them but there were 4 paths going off in different directions so I just took the biggest one. After walking for a few minutes in the pitch black forest (before flashlights on phones), I come across this dip in the trail and on the other side is a bench lightly visible due to the moonlight.
On the the bench is sitting a man and another one in standing in front of him but I can only make out silouhettes. Being sure these are my friends I yell out to them before walking over. If you ever walked the woods at night it's just an uneasy feeling all around so I was cautious to begin with.
Well it turns out, juste after yelling out to my "friends", both silouhettes turn around towards me. Not a word, not a sound, the guy sitting down starts sprinting FULL F*****G SPEED towards me in complete silence. I got the absolute f**k out of there sprinting also the other way and tripping over s**t because I couldn't see anything.
I finally get out and lock myself in my car, but I was really worried for my friends. Maybe a minute later I see them both coming out of a completely different path, they also confirmed they never saw me or anyone else. My heart still sinks just thinking about that dude sprinting in silence wtf was that s**t
Congrats. You interrupted a blow job, and the embarrassed man was running back to his car.
My thoughts exactly, or he was really eager to get a 3rd party involved lol
Load More Replies...Assassins, military people that are secret, just highly trained people, or ghosts.
in silence is the main word here. they are in te woods, you cant sprint silently dudes
There was an incident in Trinidad where some maintenance divers were removing a plug from an oil pipeline and were instantly sucked into it. One was able to escape but the other 4 were trapped for days in a small, oil coated pipe for days with only a small air pocket to breathe in before they died. Thinking about it in detail and imagining what it must have been like for them makes me extremely uncomfortable.
And the company that owned to oil rig could have saved them on the first day. I read that rescue divers were sent down to bang on the metal tube to find them and let them know help was on the way. Imagine knowing rescue is on the other side of that pipe and waiting days for help that never came. The man who escaped lived with horrendous survivors guilt and had horrible PTSD from the experience. Its an incident that still haunts Trinidad.
Mr. Ballen talked about that incident. I can't even imagine how horrifying it must have been!
Wanted to say the same, he is such a good storyteller, it was horrifying and good to hear this with his words.
Load More Replies...I actually just watched a video on this. If it is the same one the diver that saved the first man was the son of one of the divers who died .
The case of the Clutter family murders, told expertly by Truman Capote in his book, *In Cold Blood*. What really gets me about the case is that **all it took was one person knowing the family to make the connection that ultimately ended their lives.**
Floyd Wells, a former employee of the father, told his cellmate about the Clutters and that inmate (Richard Hickock) became convinced the family had a fortune stored in a safe at their house. Upon his release, Hickock contacted another former cellmate, Perry Smith, and they planned to rob the family.
There was no safe and no fortune. Instead, the pair left with a small radio, a pair of binoculars, and less than $50 cash, along with the lives of Herb, Bonnie, Kenyon, and Nancy Clutter.
A quote from Hickock talking about Herb has especially stuck with me: "I thought he was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment I cut his throat."
I really REALLY recommend reading the book. Capote’s prose is miraculously great.
The movie is worthy of the book. An actor (Robert Blake) who played one of the murderers may have later committed murder himself.
Load More Replies...When I worked as a Jail Officer there was an inmate who was universally despised. He was in there for tying up an old couple and beating them with a golf club while demanding the combination to their safe. He never got it, they both died from their injuries, and he's doing life. He got beat up a lot and, though I never directly saw it, I'm not sure I would have intervened if I did.
There's also the Villiska ax murders in 1912 of a people that occurred in the middle of the night. Six family members and two friends visiting were brutally murdered as they slept.
A robbery at my place but the way in which it happened.
I lived in a basement suite with my younger brother of a quiet neighborhood. The entire front of the house is exposed to the sidewalk but the sides and the back are covered with fenced and trees. The only way to see if anyone is in the basement is through this small window in my bedroom that’s about 5 feet from my bed.
I got word while I was out that my place had been robbed. The robbers went through the basement suite door through the back, kicked it open, then made themselves upstairs after robbing the basement suite.
They just so happened to rob the place in a 30 minute window when myself, my brother and the people upstairs were out. This means they were watching us for a couple days and monitoring our patterns.
What scared me was not really the robbery, but the image of me sleeping while a robber presses his face against the window 5 feet from away from my bed just watching me.
Which is why I always makes sure the blinds/curtains are shut at night! I live in a basement suite too and am totally paranoid about someone being able to look in at me. One time I almost wet my pants when a frog jumped against the window. I was sure I was about to be murdered :)
I lived in a half basement for 2 years. Two days before I moved I nearly died when a raccoon family chittered by my window.
Load More Replies...It's not robbery if nobody is home. It's burglary. Robbery involves using or threatening to use force against someone.
scary! cant imagine what i would have done in a situation like that
Some guy from Malaysia applied for a job application which needed him to travel to Cambodia.
It ended up a scam where he got basically imprisoned and forced into working as a scammer for some crime syndicate and he somehow escaped, but the syndicate is still out for him and caused irreparable harm to his marriage. It’s a f*****g horror story and I can’t believe it’s real.
Documentary for those interested
Malaysian here, can confirm that people here do cheat their fellow countrymen and most times, it's vile...!
The legend of Bearman.
So people think of that one South Park episode with bear man pig, no, it’s not even close to that.
So there was this camp I use to go to during the summer.
There was probably around 500 kids there for a week straight.
Everyone had cabins they would stay in assigned by gender and age and had an older person be in charge of one cabin.
The older person was around 17-18 watching 13-16 year olds in the cabins.
And then the staff were actual adults who had their own cabins but they would be on night shift duties to walk around and make sure everyone was staying in their cabins.
So now that you kinda know the setting let’s get into the legend.
As it goes, in the woods and when all the kids were in the cabins and the lights were out a bear would come out from the deep woods and wonder into the camp grounds.
The bear would then stand on its back legs and walk as if it was a human.
Then it would choose to go into a cabin and if you were unlucky it would go by your bed and watch you sleep. If you made any single move it would grab you and take you into the woods never to be seen again.
Hearing that scared the c**p out of 14 year old me.
It was something the older girl told all of us.
A bunch of the other girls were like “pfff it’s so we stay quiet and sleep”, but other kids from cabins heard of it too.
I never stopped thinking about it and I would always try to stay as still as possible when I slept.
Flash forward a few years later, I ran into one of the staff that use to work at the camp and I told them about how scared I was about bearman but it was a good trick to use to get kids to stay quiet.
Well turns out, it’s actually based off a true story.
I guess back in the 80s, a man dressed in a bear costume which was some sort of mascot for the camp at the time, and take girls out of their cabin.
Soooo, as you could imagine to my horror, I was completely bewildered that bearman actual existed at some point in time.
......bear costume version of William Afton. Seriously though that's insanely creepy and horrifying.
That movie was horrid! I knew nothing about the games or the plot of the movie other than there were these mechanical monsters. My brother convinced me to watch it even though I didn't want to. It was so bad.
Load More Replies...This sent shivers down my spine. Idk why just the thought of this terrifies me.
If that is true then the most horrifying part to me is that the lesson was "if bearman stands by your bed and watches you stay as quiet as possible". Like wtf? This sounds almost like they wanted to help bearman silently abduct the girls o.O
Every 'orphan source' report from the IAEA is terrifying and well documented with pictures. One of the most horrifying is the Goiânia accident in 1987.
For those who don't know, an orphan source accident is when radioactive material that had been lost (usually from an abandoned hospital), is discovered by people unaware of the danger who inadvertently expose themselves and others to lethal and/or permanently disfiguring doses of radiation. You read in horror as survivors describe people inviting their neighbors to see the oddity they found and share samples, children playing with the sparkly dust, all unaware that they have just doomed themselves.
Acute radiation exposure is a truly nightmarish way to die. Your flesh rots away over months while skin grafts are ineffective. You deteriorate in pain in the hospital until you die of infection or necrosis.
Wiki article
Official report
Morphine can’t touch the pain. All you can do is wait to die.
They're gonna give u something MUCH stronger than morphine for something like that
Load More Replies..."the Goiânia accident in 1987". Thank you for the link. I'd heard of the incident but didn't know any details. If you see a material that emits a blue glow - run. The shocker is that Saura Taniguti obtained a court order to stop the container of the deadly radioactive material from being safety removed from the abandoned hospital, the owners could do nothing. On a positive note, it's now much more difficult to legally obtain radioactive materials than it used to be.
And she didn't even face any consequences. You sit there, read that and just think: why? Why did she do that? What was wrong with her? And why did the court give that order?
Load More Replies...I wrote an entire paper on this one. Cesium 137 radiotherapy source. Nasty.
About a year ago, I was playing with my dog in the woods near my house. As I came out of the woods, with Bowie somewhere behind me, I saw a blue van parked at the end of the cul-de-sac. As I walked past, the driver called me over, saying, "Can you help me?" He said he needed directions. Forgetting all common sense, I walked around to the driver's window and asked, "What address are you looking for?" He started saying he didn't know. Just then, Bowie came up behind me and gave a warning growl. I got a chill, said, "Sorry, can't help you," and walked away. I wonder now if there had been someone crouched in the back, waiting to throw open the side door until my dog startled them. I wish I had noted the license plate. A few days later, I saw in the local news that a young guy who looked a lot like me had gone missing.
Back in the 70s I used to hitch hike home from my school in New Hampshire (US) to my home in a Boston suburb. About 90 miles away. It was surprisingly commonplace back then. I get picked up on the highway by a strange little man in a Dodge Dart. It had a bench seat that was pulled very close so it was very tight. The heat was on about 90F (33C). Very creepy.. He then reaches under the seat and pulls out a very graphic porno magazine. Starts thumbing through it and saying "you like that? how about that" huh? huh?". I then tell him- "there's my exit" and demand that he lets me out. As I type this I realize that I repressed some of this. Truly terrifying and thankful that I got out.
when I was in 1st grade there was this little "play place" it looked like it was out of the backrooms and one area was for dancing it was a mirrored room with a disco ball. anyways after I was done me and my dad went down the hall that the dance room was in and there was a large gym like area. I swear on my life I saw a flowy white thing with black hair in there. MY DAD INSISTS HE ALSO FELT SOMETHING BEHIND HIM BUT NOTHING WAS THERE. anyways its a church now lol
Me, my sister, and my parents went home to find the front door wide open (this was a few years ago). I assumed the dogs had scared them away. We had a pit bull and a St Brenard, both of which were very loud and barked when they smell a new person. Nothing was actually missing, thankfully.
Driving back from visiting my parents when I was in college (1973 maybe) we stopped for gas and my then boyfriend started to put his seatbelt on. They were a new thing then. I said something like, "Oh don't trust my driving?" He answered he just had a feeling. So we put them on. About an hour later we were hit head on by an intoxicated driver.
I was at an all girls camp one long weekend years ago. 30 little girls and 4 adult women. The building we were in had two sides with just a flimsy accordion divider separating the two main rooms. After the kids went to bed, the adults were supposed to do a perimeter check and check the main gate was closed. They found a door on the other side had been forced open. So they called the police and convinced themselves they were over reacting. A couple of them went to open the gate for the squad car and we’re surprised that it was several cars including some from the nearby city. Police searched the property and found that the bunks on the other side had been slept in and the shower had been used (which is against policy for the organization). Otherwise it was now empty. Turns out there had been a prison break not too far away.
About a year ago, I was playing with my dog in the woods near my house. As I came out of the woods, with Bowie somewhere behind me, I saw a blue van parked at the end of the cul-de-sac. As I walked past, the driver called me over, saying, "Can you help me?" He said he needed directions. Forgetting all common sense, I walked around to the driver's window and asked, "What address are you looking for?" He started saying he didn't know. Just then, Bowie came up behind me and gave a warning growl. I got a chill, said, "Sorry, can't help you," and walked away. I wonder now if there had been someone crouched in the back, waiting to throw open the side door until my dog startled them. I wish I had noted the license plate. A few days later, I saw in the local news that a young guy who looked a lot like me had gone missing.
Back in the 70s I used to hitch hike home from my school in New Hampshire (US) to my home in a Boston suburb. About 90 miles away. It was surprisingly commonplace back then. I get picked up on the highway by a strange little man in a Dodge Dart. It had a bench seat that was pulled very close so it was very tight. The heat was on about 90F (33C). Very creepy.. He then reaches under the seat and pulls out a very graphic porno magazine. Starts thumbing through it and saying "you like that? how about that" huh? huh?". I then tell him- "there's my exit" and demand that he lets me out. As I type this I realize that I repressed some of this. Truly terrifying and thankful that I got out.
when I was in 1st grade there was this little "play place" it looked like it was out of the backrooms and one area was for dancing it was a mirrored room with a disco ball. anyways after I was done me and my dad went down the hall that the dance room was in and there was a large gym like area. I swear on my life I saw a flowy white thing with black hair in there. MY DAD INSISTS HE ALSO FELT SOMETHING BEHIND HIM BUT NOTHING WAS THERE. anyways its a church now lol
Me, my sister, and my parents went home to find the front door wide open (this was a few years ago). I assumed the dogs had scared them away. We had a pit bull and a St Brenard, both of which were very loud and barked when they smell a new person. Nothing was actually missing, thankfully.
Driving back from visiting my parents when I was in college (1973 maybe) we stopped for gas and my then boyfriend started to put his seatbelt on. They were a new thing then. I said something like, "Oh don't trust my driving?" He answered he just had a feeling. So we put them on. About an hour later we were hit head on by an intoxicated driver.
I was at an all girls camp one long weekend years ago. 30 little girls and 4 adult women. The building we were in had two sides with just a flimsy accordion divider separating the two main rooms. After the kids went to bed, the adults were supposed to do a perimeter check and check the main gate was closed. They found a door on the other side had been forced open. So they called the police and convinced themselves they were over reacting. A couple of them went to open the gate for the squad car and we’re surprised that it was several cars including some from the nearby city. Police searched the property and found that the bunks on the other side had been slept in and the shower had been used (which is against policy for the organization). Otherwise it was now empty. Turns out there had been a prison break not too far away.
