I need to tell this story. I need to get it out of me. It happened when I was in the military, and I did something bad, because it was the right thing to do. And it bothers me, but I can't tell people about it. It could get other people in trouble. And myself, I suppose.

I was an ER nurse on a military base. There was an accident during training. Yes, it happened all day every day, but this one, it was a flight incident. Flight incidents are a big deal. People die and multi-million dollar aircraft are destroyed. This accident was no different. My patient was the pilot, who ejected and lived. Others did not. And the accident was considered my patient's fault.

So they bring the guy in. He walked in. He was fine. Wracked with survival guilt, sure, and we had to do the whole trauma x-ray thing. But I was the highest ranking nurse in the ER that day. For that reason, the flight incident documentation was tasked to me. And I was to perform the mandated chain of custody blood draw to test the pilot for drugs or alcohol.

The room was somber. There had been deaths today. Deaths of people who were close to each other like brothers. The pilot's entire squadron, all his bosses, his bosses' bosses, were there. They passed through. And a couple sat with him the whole time.

I drew his blood. It's a chain of custody, which means every person who touches the vials has to sign who they hand off to at each hand off. It's for legal purposes. To verify that no one tampered or switched out a vial. I don't know why, but I drew excess blood. Probably because it was my habit to draw a vial or two extra, in case a doctor wanted to add tests so I wouldn't have to stick a patient with a needle twice. I had two extra vials. When I gathered my trash up, I put them in my pocket. I don't know why. I usually would have just thrown them away. But I had them, on my person, when the pilot was discharged.

His friends and coworkers took him from our site to the nearest bar, to get immediately wasted and begin to grieve. I don't know whether or not this is normal, or standard operating procedure, or even sanctioned by the military. But whatever, his squadron went and got drunk together as they attempted to pull the pilot from an abyss of self-blame. I suppose it is important when that's your job to get past it so you can fly again, and I'm not going to judge anyone for how they manage to do that. It's got to be difficult, going back to work, with the same people, all of you knowing you were piloting during an accident that killed other people. So, yeah, they get a pass to go get black out drunk from me.

But not an hour after they left, the lab called me. There was a problem. The chain of custody blood draws needed drawn again. Someone had dropped the first ones on the floor. Smashed into a million pieces, was my pilot's clean blood test. Now he was at a bar, getting drunk, and I had to call him and have him come in to get a new blood draw. It would not be clean. He would have alcohol in his blood. But I still had to have him come in.

Everyone understood the ramifications of what was happening. With alcohol in his blood sample that was taken for his flight incident, he would be court martialled. There would be a trial, he would get charges, and he would do time in the brig. His commanding officer came with him. I don't remember if he had a star or two or a bird. But his expression was grave. The pilot's fate, I believe he was thinking, was sealed. Unless he, himself, told the truth, that this was a redraw. That it happened well after the pilot was off duty. That he had begun drinking to ease his grief and was called BACK. But that meant the flight incident report had no blood draw. That would end this pilot's career. With whether or not he was drunk or on drugs during the incident up in the air, he would be grounded. Possibly indefinately. He would have to crawl his way back up to where he was trusted to fly again. If he was elite, or wanted to be an elite pilot, that's the end of the dream. Walking the pilot into the room where I was drawing his blood was like walking a career to the gallows.

The whole time I did the paperwork and drew the blood, I knew what I had to do. The commanding officer stammered and said things and made explanations. I don't know what he thought I could do about the situation. I'm pretty sure he had no idea that I could or would do anything. No one pressured me, I'm trying to say. No one threatened me. No one coerced me to do what I did. I did it all on my own and no one knew what I was even planning.

I took the blood I had just drawn into my right hand. The pilot was looking down at the ground, his head hung in grief, for the dead and for himself. "Look at me," I said. "LOOK AT ME!" I waited for his eyes to meet mine. He had to understand what was happening, and that everything would be ok.

"Do you remember who drew your blood earlier today? Who did it? Who?" I asked him. Demanded of him.

"You did. It was you." he replied.

Holding his blood in my right hand, I reached into my pocket with my left. Demonstratively. I took out the blood I had held onto. And I told him, "This is some of the blood I drew from you earlier. This is yours. There was extra. This blood came from you."

He didn't look blank, exactly. It was the moment just before understanding. I looked at him, at his commander, and then turned and put the blood I just drew from him into a sharps container bin. The garbage. I threw the new blood draw away. And I put the vials I drew on him earlier down in front of me and set about filling out my document.

The only lie was the time of that blood draw. I was falsifying a document. But that WAS his blood, I drew it and it never left my custody. There was no way he was going to have clean blood for this draw. I knew it, his commander knew it, he knew it. Whether the commander thought I was swapping out someone else's blood for his, the pilot and I knew. That was the pilot's blood. It was just the extra vials I drew earlier. Relief washed over the room. The pilot mumbled something to his commander. I knew I was committing a crime, but the pilot was NOT drunk or under the influence in any way during that accident, nor when he came to me the first time. Upon his return, he was not drunk but there would be alcohol in his blood. If that blood ran his career would be over. And it would be over unjustly, because he was sober when I got the first sample.

I don't remember the look on his face afterwards, or what either of them said to me in gratitude. I was hearing my heart beat and the blood rushing in my ears, because I knew it would be ME doing time in the brig if anyone knew what I had just done. I blew them off, waved them away and out of the room. They couldn't walk out triumphantly, they couldn't show that their spirits had lifted, couldn't slap me on the back. They had to leave, now, without a fuss, so no one had any idea what I had just done.

It bothers me. I'm a liar. I faked official documents. I feel terrible about it. But I'd do it again. It was the right thing to do. Even if it messes with me to this day. It's good to get it off of my chest.

So a few hours ago I called crisis services, I was genuinely considering killing myself and had nobody to talk to and just needed a voice and somebody to listen. They said they’d send a volunteer to take me to get help and they’d meet me at the corner of my street so my roommates wouldn’t have to know. I get there, there’s cops waiting they get out walk up ask to see my hands while reaching for handcuffs, I look around there’s cop cars coming fire trucks and they’re all reaching for batons or flashlights or handcuffs. So I obviously fuckin run, I’m hiding behind cars and in between houses they’re at my house talking to my roommates about me, I had to sneak in a side door and hide in the attic since it’s snowing. I finally found I place I can go to for counseling tomorrow. But when somebody asks for help why do they pull up like I belong in prison and go for batons? I called for help not to get fucking jumped by police or arrested. Everyone sees me as crazy now and I get why, I just wish they would see it through my eyes and not belittle me for it. Just to be clear I’m good rn not really looking for a pity party, processing everything and found a place to go for counseling and maybe some antidepressants and mood stabilizers tomorrow. Just need to find somewhere else to live, I’m way too embarrassed to leave my room at all and show my face to anyone I know. This has just been a wild night

About a year ago, I was in rehab like any normal kid. One day, one of the guys I was close with decided to go outside and shit in a bowl. As we gathered around, we witnessed pure and genuine art being created. The way the shit plastered out and sprayed was just magnificent. We saw one of the workers (well call him jumbo) coming so we all sped away, the main culprit grabbing the shit n bow. We all made our way inside and scattered across the house. Me and another kid grabbed the stocking and found the shitter. We handed the stocking over and faster than I could comprehend, the shit was already seeping to the bottom of the stocking. A different worker than earlier (who we can call joe) came over and shrieked at the smell. So I and the kid I was with grabbed the stocking and hung it up on the coatrack by the front door. The worker from the beginning of the story, Jimmy, saw it and was befumbled by the roasted shit being insulated in its own heat by the stocking. I’d say that was about the only the only thing I remember from that place. Cheers X

I believe it was March of 2006 and me and my brother encountered a man named Aaron Dunn in Elk Grove Ca. Now it was just a regular day I was about 12 years old at the time and my brother was about 9 or 10 anyways we come back home from playing basketball and my mom tells me and my brother she needs a few items from the store me and my brother didn’t hesitate we loved going to the store because my mom usually would give us a $50 bill and we could get whatever we wanted so we’re walking thru the parking lot of the plaza where the store was we were approached by a man that looked really pissed off and amped up he pulled up on us pretty fast too like he didn’t want us to leave he pulls in front of us and asks us “hey how old are you guys?” Me and my brother (not knowing what he was talking about we thought he was a nut case) answered 12 and 9 he told me and my brother never let a woman hurt you and stay in school and he drives off really fast so me and my brother are kinda shocked like what the hell was that unbeknownst to all us he ended up shooting 2 people at the chili’s right across the street where the store was. He was caught and sentenced to death in 2010 but I’ll never forget that day I knew he wanted somebody to shoot but we were to young he seen that wouldn’t have been right but that’s just one story in my life that has happen.

Backstory
So, a little backstory, where I grow up, there is a restaurant chain based on my hometown (Not going to mention it for privacy reasons), which was a pizzeria. Like most pizzerias, they offered Chicken Wings, so this is where we cue the main story:
The Most Eventful Night I had this Year
So one of my dad's co-workers(they worked for a company which develops eye medical stuff in case u were wondering), bought in Buffalo Wings for lunch, and he gave them to my dad for me(I could've had Chicken Nuggets or just Normal Chicken Meat) to eat for dinner. At around 5:10, my dad picked me up from my Grandpa's house(I do that cause both of my parents work and they don't want to hire a babysitter), I noticed that he had a styrofoam container, with Aluminum Foil to preserve it(some of you can see where this is leading up too). I waited for my dad to get in the car and asked him:

Me: "Dad, what is in that box from Insert Pizzaria Name"

Dad: "It's Buffalo Wings"

Where I grew up in, you were looked down upon if you didn't like Buffalo Wings, so I was, of course, going to have them for dinner. It took about 2 minutes to head back to our house(irrelevant to the story but my mom was there), and then my Dad took in the wings. So I got ready to Microwave them.
Before we go any further, let me just say something. If you combine a Microwave with ALUMINUM FOIL, it will not end well. So, me being the idiot 12-year old I was, forgot to remove the foil, and then I heard my dad yell:

Dad: "DON'T START THE MICROWAVE!!!!!"

I kept on walking like it didn't matter but in 0.121239283928493 seconds I put the 2&2 together and RAN LIKE SONIC THE HEDGEHOG TO THE MICROWAVE WHEN I HEARD A SPARK. My youngest sister saw the spark and yelled at me to do something. Thankfully, it was only in there for 6 seconds, so it didn't cause much damage(except to the styrofoam container, a little hole was punctured into it). I then had an adrenaline rush for 20 minutes. Believe it or not, I didn't get punished because my parents said I could 'learn' from my mistakes(My Parents weren't Entitled, to say the least). I told my friend about this 20 minutes before finishing this post, and his reactions made sense.

TLDR: Aluminum Foil and Microwaves can end you

Ok, I apologize in advanced for the length of this story, but I hope it is worth the read. I am going to get a few key details out of the way to set the scene.

A few years ago, say 2006 I was working and living on a small island in the Caribbean. I lived alone in a three-bedroom family apartment in town. Occasionally I would have family that would come for vacation on said island and stay at the apartment I was living at. The company I worked for was a small distribution company that serviced the alcohol industry. At the time, my boss wanted to sell off one of the beer lines he had carried to another distribution company located on another island about a 15-minute plane ride away.

So, he had set up a meeting with a guy we will call JC, that was the son of the owner of the distribution company that was interested in purchasing the beer line. He was roughly mid 30’s at this time and his family was very wealthy. From my understanding one of the wealthiest families on his island. He was set to fly in on a Friday morning, have his meeting, then fly out in the evening. At the same time, I had an uncle that was on vacation with his wife and three kids that were staying with me at the apartment. He has twins that were around 4 and another kid that was about 1 or so. Remember this.

So JC flies in and I greet him at the airport. I then drive him to the office to meet my boss. My uncle is also a friend of the boss and sits in on the meeting. They talk for a few hours or so and then they decide to grab some lunch before his 4pm flight. I join them for lunch, and they have a few drinks while eating. A few drinks eventually turned into many drinks and they lose track of time. JC realizes that he can’t make his flight in time and calls the airline to schedule a flight out first thing in the morning and I would be tasked with taking him. No big deal. We decide that he can crash at the family apartment as the room I am staying in has two double sized beds. My uncle and his wife in one room, kids in another and JC and I would share the third room. We eventually head back to the office and decide that later we are going to go to a restaurant and have dinner to entertain our guest.

Dinner time arrives and we head to a nice restaurant to have some food and a few drinks. We carry on and hit a few bars, take him to the local strip club and just keep going until we call it a night. We get back home at 3AM. I am plastered and turn to JC and say, “Listen I’m tired, going to call it a night, you have to be at the airport at 6AM.” He tells me he is going to stay up and watch some TV because he won’t be able to sleep. I say no problem and head off to bed.

Suddenly I am woken up from my sleep. I look up and see my uncle, my aunt and their three kids all in my room with a look of shock on their faces. I am in total confusion because at this point, I am still drunk, and only had 2 to 3 hours sleep. My first though was that I slept through my alarm and JC missed his flight. So I ask “What’s wrong?” To which my uncle replied “Come with me.” I stumble out of bed and begin following him out of the bedroom, past his shook family and down the hallway that leads to the living area.

What I see next will forever be engraved into my mind. You ready for this? I see JC, passed out on the couch, completely naked with his belt still on, COMPLETELY NAKED WITH HIS BELT STILL ON, his clothes folded neatly on the coffee table and from head to toe, he is completely covered in SHIT. Human feces. In his hair, on his face, his torso, his legs even hand smudges on the walls besides the couch. The smell that captured my nostrils was so horrendous it sobered me up in an instant. The lack of sleep was gone completely. I stood there in complete shock as I witnessed this. My uncle turned to me and said grab a leg.

As we walked closer to the couch, I noticed an empty bottle of vodka on the ground that did not immediately register to me. We both grabbed a leg and dragged him off the couch onto the ground and pulled him directly to the bathroom shower where we just threw on the shower head and walked out. There was literally a trail of smeared shit that led from the couch to the shower when we dragged him, almost like a he was a paint brush and the shit was paint. We then began to assess the damage in the living room. The empty vodka bottled had caught my eye again and then It suddenly dawned on me. I had an unopened bottle of vodka that I kept in the freezer. “Nah, this motherfucker wouldn’t do that.” I said to myself. How could he possibly go in and dig through someone’s freezer and it is impossible for him to drink it all. As I proceed to the kitchen and the first thing I notice is a puddle of pee right next to the freezer. I step over it and open the freezer. This man, coming home at 3AM plastered drunk, decided it was a great idea to drink an entire bottle of someone else’s vodka. I was lost for words at this point. My uncle then grabs a mop and heads to the shower. In curiosity I follow him only to see him using the mop like a scrubbing brush to begin to remove the shit from his skin. We throw some clothes, my clothes mind you, onto him and then carry him downstairs to the car. As I take him to the airport, my aunt and uncle tackle the cleaning of the house.

As I pulled up to the airport, I remember exactly his face as I was leaning over to open the passenger side door. Pure misery as he was half asleep and still drunk as you can imagine. I open the door and push him out, pull back in the passenger door and drive off.

When I returned to the apartment, I see the entire couch already on the sidewalk to be collected by the rubbish truck. My aunt at this point did a great job at mopping and sanitizing the floor. I ask my uncle how in the hell did you come to find him like this? Did you happen to wake up early and just see him like this?

He tells me, here is the best part, that his twins usually wake up early and watch cartoons on a morning. They are at the age where they can navigate them selves out of their beds and turn on the TV to not disturb them. And the kids innocently walking in the living room that morning were the first to see and immediately ran into their room and said “Mommy, Daddy, there is a naked man on the coach!”

He then flew out of bed in confusion and ran out to find him this way. Passed out, naked and with porn showing on the TV. The porn might explain why he decided to get naked. However, the belt still on thing baffles me to this day.

To wrap up the story. I never saw JC again after that. Have no clue if he ever knew what happened. He did in fact purchase the beer line from my boss and we will never know if guilt made him buy it.

Alright. This happened in middle school and still disgusts me to this day. This may not be as crazy as the other stories on this subreddit but I need to share it. So it was my first year of middle school and I had a friend who I'll call Jessica. Jessica was in her last year when this story happened. So she had this crazy chemistry teacher who was a big pervert however the school couldn't do anything as he didn't make sexual jokes to the students or do anything he just had that vibe y'know? however this one day (one of his last days at the school) he decided to follow Jessica into the girls bathroom and rape her there. Jessica was silent for about 2 days after that before she told the counselor of which he was arrested later that day. and to top it off Jessica was Asexual and despised sex so it was even harder on her and she ended up getting therapy that lasted until she was 15, Let me repeat that SHE WAS IN THERAPY FOR 2 YEARS OVER ONE MAN. his sentence was 7 years. this happened in 2012. he was released last year.

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This is a long story. You won’t be disappointed So in 2008 me &my boy Joey (I was 23 he was 25) took a 10 month road trip across America. 4-5 months in we went to Austin, TX. Got into to town at about 11 pm and went to the first bar we could find. We met two ladies (both late 40s early 50s cougars). We danced n drank a lot with them. About 30 min before closing time a married couple comes & joins our table. Seemed nice, the cougars knew the couple. We stay until the bar closes. One of the cougars invited me & Joey to her house for a nightcap w/the other cougar joining as well. Obviously we went, with me driving following her brand new red BMW convertible.

We pull into this ungodly beautiful gated neighborhood w/ mansions galore. We get to Homeowner Cougar’s house and it’s crazy nice. So the 4 of us are out on her back patio drinking wine. 15-20 min after getting there, the married couple that joined us at the bar walks over, they were apparently the next door neighbors.

Married couple tells Joey & I they own a bunch of tanning salons throughout Austin & ask if either of us would like a spray tan since they have the equiptment next door in the basement of their multi million dollar home. I am not keen on tanning/spray tanning but Joey was all about it, so he goes with the couple, leaving me w both cougars.

The 3 of us are on the patio for about 15 min when we hear glass shatter (not like dropping a coffee mug, A LOT of glass shattering) come from inside Homeowner Cougars house. In my inebriated state and with complete Iack of regard for what could have caused said shattering; I jump up and walk into the house.....

The tanning salon husband (who was about 5-10, 225, stout & in shape; I’m 5-8 140 lbs soaking wet) is in the living room with a pick axe (about 2 ft long wooden handle, with a T on the end. Metal ball on one side of the T, and a super sharp point on other). He had shattered his neighbors very large glass coffee table. He sees me and starts at me w pick axe cocked back it was a baseball bat As he is walking towards me he is screaming he’s going to kill me & my buddy. He swings the pick axe at my head, and it was the sharp end, luckily I stepped back and it went anout 6 inches in front of my forehead. 100% would have killed me had I not stepped back and let it strike my temple. He then pulls it back over his head as if he is going to hammer me straight down on the top of my head. I quickly bear hugged him, allowing me to hold the axe along with him, but the head of the axe (and my grip on it) is down by his butt & his arms were over his head so I luckily had all the leverage, as he was much stronger than me. I walk him out into the front yard in the position, trying to calm him down & find out wtf happened.

As we get to the front yard grass I see Joey, Stark ass naked, running down the street carrying his jeans. I end up getting the axe and the crazy neighbor man runs into the woods across the street. It was at this point I look at my car (our only means of transportation on our 10 month road trip). My 4dr Ford Taurus has all 4 windows shattered out, the windshield is spider-webbed in 3 different places, back windshield has 1 spiderweb. I start thinking about chasing the guy down as I have his axe now. But as that thought was just developing, a police officer pulls up with lights on.

**** I guess this a good time to tell you what I learned hours later from Joey, the story of the spray tan. So the wife was giving said spray tan, husband was watching. She told joey to take his boxers off, Joey obviously looked at the husband sideways like ‘dude your wife wants me naked?’ And husband said ‘oh go ahead it’s fine’. So he got naked. As soon as he did the wife starts to perform oral sex on him & the husband said ‘it’s fine Joey, enjoy’ and he left them alone. Joey apparently thought it was an open invite to proceed to having sex with her; bc that’s what he did. She was apparently a loud lover, bc the husband came back in to see Joey having sex w/ his wife. He was apparently the “yea-my-wife-can-give-you-oral-but-don’t-have-sex-with-her” type of guy bc he freaked out, Joey ran and husband began rampage w pick axe*******

So back to front yard. The cougars had apparently called 911 and explained the situation, bc the cop immediately asked where the neighbor was. I was livid about my car. The cop wouldn’t let me walk to the driveway from the porch to go look at my car, and I ended up in handcuffs sitting Indian style on the patio. More cops show up. They end up finding psycho neighbor and arrest him for a slew of charges. I got un-handcuffed and Joey, the cougars & I go back to the back yard/patio to try & to process wtf just happened.

Next day we wake up to spray tan wife knocking on homeowner cougar’s front door. She beggggs Joey & I to drop the charges on her husband ‘bc he already has 2 felonies and he will go to jail forever’ blah blah blah. I called her a lot of choice words, since I’m my head this was her fault to begin with. That’s when she said she would pay to fix my car (it was 100% undriveable in current state). After consulting Joey we agreed, if she would get it fixed on Monday. (This went down Saturday night, it was Sunday morning now). She agreed to pay it.

Monday we got a ride in red BMW to the Austin TX district attorney’s office. Meet w Asst DA & explain we want to drop charges. We sign & get notarized a paper sayin we drop charges (and ADA tells us that even though we are saying we don’t want to press charges, the city of Austin still can charge him, a detail we forgot to mention to spray tan wife)

Joey & I then drive my vehicle, with broken glass covering the interior of my car & my head out the drivers window to see the road bc windshield was spiderwebbed. We go to a really small, family owned auto glass shop that was in the woods, as it as the closest one to mansion neighborhood. The guys are laughing as they look at the car “you boys pissed somebody off real bad”. We were there a total of 7 hours waiting on them to replace all the windows and front/back windshield, and in this time we told the story of Saturday night. The owner was really cool and actually gave us beer to drink while we waited which I didn’t understand but loved. So Joey & I had the idea to make some money from this venture. We asked said owner if he wanted to make some money as well, he was game. So the repairs cost $750, we told him we’d give him $1000 (almost all the money we had at the time) if he created a bill saying it cost $3,300 for the repairs. He happily did it for us.

Next day we met tanning salon wife and husband (he had posted bail) at their bank, Joey stayed in the car bc he didn’t want to get killed by husband. I was sitting in lobby with the notarized “we are dropping charges” paperwork and the $3300 bill for all new windows. They get there, I give her the bill (praying they hadn’t priced out all new windows on a car recently) she gets in line without saying a word & gets 33 crisp Benjamins. I then give her the notarized paper & she gives me $3300, in a very drug-deal/Sopranos-esque, over/under transaction. We then drove straight to Shreveport, Louisiana with our $3300 to go to the Horseshoe casino.

That was our experience in Austin TX. If ya got any questions lemme know, I have pics of my car from the morning after, but they’re in my email from 2008 & I’m having a hard time finding them. I’ll post them in comments when I find them. Hope ya enjoyed....and yes, every single word of that story is 100% factual.

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Let’s name this girl Samantha. So Samantha and I met in high school freshman year. We grew close as were were both borderline misfits. She more than I. She was a very sweet girl very shy and you could tell she was looking to break free of the religious background she came from. I on the other hand was “emo”. I was everything she wanted to be. (Her words). So we began a friendship and she learned a lot from me. She started to change. She would tell me her parents were getting upset that she was straying from her religion and beliefs. She didn’t care. She admired me. She looked up to me. I didn’t let that be a thing though. I saw her as a friend. I didn’t look down at her. I didn’t take advantage of her admiration. We were friends. So after a while we became best friends. I was always at her house or she was always at mine. She mentioned a boy, let’s call him Jake, to me. She said she’s been hanging out with him and thinks she likes him. This is where things started getting a little weird. She told me that they were “ninjas” and they were going to start a group of “ninjas”. She would draw ninjas all over her school work. She became a tad obsessed with ninjas and jake. It worried me a little bit. Anyways so one day we’re sitting in class and we’re on this kind of “free time”. She turns to me and starts talking about us being sisters and how she wishes she could live with me and us be actual sisters. I tell her I’d love that and I’m sure my mom would be okay with that if she ever lost her parents or whatever the case. This was not in a serious tone. I didn’t wink at her. I didn’t insinuate anything at all. But the next day she drew up her ninjas attacking people. I saw it and didn’t say anything about it. She asked me one time “so if my parents died, would you adopt me?” I thought what a weird question but said yeah and laughed afterwards. The next morning everyone is talking about Samantha. She’s no where to be seen. The rumors spread like wildfire. Samantha stabbed her dad. I was in shock. I was in total disbelief. This wasn’t real and she is no way capable of doing that. Or was she? The days go on and I get called into the counselors office where a detective starts asking me what I know. I tell her everything as I do not want to be involved or blamed for any of this. They let me go back to class and I’m sobbing. This girl who I became best friends with really tried to take out her parents just so I could adopt her. It wasn’t real. I blamed myself. I couldn’t sleep or eat. I felt like my words pushed her to do it. To this day almost 10 years later I still feel a small amount of guilt. I’ve talked to her since then. She says a part of it was jakes fault. And says not to feel any guilt as she did everything on her own. She told me what happened that night. She said she dressed in all black, grabbed a kitchen knife, and went into her parents room. She said she couldn’t see too much but heard her dad move and ask what was going on before she started stabbing his face and hands which were shielding his face. He survived. She said it felt like stabbing a watermelon. Now every time I see a watermelon, that’s all I think about. She was admitted to a psychiatric facility after the ninjas drawings were found among other things. After that they sent her to a juvenile detention center. So much has changed since then. She’s married now with two little boys and very happy with her life. But I know this will always be with her.

So this might be a sissy story to some people but its great to me, about a year ago i was an annoying, obediant 12 year old and i was never really rebellious, all that changed one night at my friends house, i played gta v for the first time and had my first energy drink and i stood up to my friends, best friends ever and i mean it. Thank you Rogan, Aidan, Liam. Love you guys

BEST PHONE CALL TO DOMINOS

So my buddy, my buddies girlfriend, my girlfriend, and I were getting drunk on a Saturday night. We decided around 12:30am we wanted some pizza. So we called dominos. When the lady answered the phone I was not aware Dominos saves contacts and info if you call the store. (For this story we will call her Jill), so Jill answers the phone and proceeded to tell me my name, number, and delivery address before I could. At first it didn’t mean anything to us. But since we were drunk and partying we were a little rowdy. She I guess took a liking to our party rowdiness and proceeded to text me personally as she got my number from my account info. She asked if we wanted some brownies and was gonna come over. Our drunk asses didn’t realize she was talking about drugs. One hell of a night. Before we realized it. About 6 girls show up to the apartment and ask where I was..... keep in mind my girlfriend is sitting right next to me. Awkward time. Straight out of a movie.... girls started stripping on the table. Girls on girls. Apartment trashed. Drugs everywhere.... noise compliant. My buddy Dean was having a hell of a night, as he started to strip on the table with the other girls cheering him on. Ended up taking half of them to his bedroom before the cops showed up due to a noise complaint. Thankfully I didn’t get in trouble as i didn’t know about the drugs til they were already at the apartment. Unfortunately for Dean, he left in handcuffs and ate about 2/3 of the weed brownies . He was so drunk and high as they were taking him out of the apartment he looked me dead in the eyes and screamed “FUCKING DEAN”... That was the one and only time I’m ever ordering dominos with Dean.

My family owns approximately 85 acres directly next to Terry Nichols in the thumb of Michigan. Right down the street from Tim McVay on the corner of Argyle and Germania in Sanalac County, MI. Our property is currently listed for sale if anyone is interested. This happened when I was 12 years old if I had to guess but I am not 100% sure. I was born in 1983 so it would have been around 1994. I never used to go hunting with my dad and typically only would go to the property in the summer to swim in the pond and play with my cousins for a weekend however this hunting season there was extremely bad snow and my mom suggested I go with my dad so he wouldn't be alone. I don't recall if I was upset or not about having to go but I'm sure it was. I hate hunting and would never have the commitment to sit in a tree for hours. I lived in Metro Detroit of 21 Mile Rd at the time so it was a good hour and 20 min drive to our property. By the time we arrived the sun was almost set and my dad rushed in to get his hunting gear on and headed straight out to the woods. I should mention that up until this point my dad had already known Terry Nichols for quite a few years, and wasn't a big fan. At first he asked if he could hunt our land as his was all open field and we are really the only woods around for the deer to shelter in. This soon came to an end after several incidences of him screaming at his son at 5AM scaring away all the deer, or so I have been told by my dad. Anyways, as I was sitting in our cabin/trailer I started hearing branches breaking outside the window and minutes after that a figure past the window in the back bedroom. I immediately grabbed my dad's keys on jumped in his truck, started it, and locked the doors. I don't know why I felt more safe in the truck but I think it's because it was pointing towards the woods and I would be able to see the minute my dad was done hunting. I don't know how long I sat in the truck for but after awhile a figure walked out of the woods. I immediately jumped out to run to my dad and tell him about what I saw. As I got closer to the figure I could hear the snow crunching as it walked and we got about 20 feet apart when the figure stopped and froze in it's tracks. I called out and said, "Dad," in a whisper because you always whisper when hunting. No response. I don't remember if it was a full moon that night or if it was the snow creating a reflection but I was able to make out that it was a man and he was holding something. My first thought is that it was my dad and that he may have heard a deer so he was listening for it. So we both stood staring at each other in silence for a good minute or two and the figure turned around and walked back across the bridge crossing our river behind the cabin. I ran back to the truck and waited again for I don't know how long. Soon after another figure came out of the woods and I turned on the headlights and was relieved to see my dad and his gun. I jumped out and started asking him why he would do that. He was oblivious to what I was saying and told me that he was in the back tree blind and never got out the whole night! The next morning when we woke up we traced the tracks across the bridge and into the woods heading towards Terry's house. To this day I don't know for sure who the figure was but I am 99% sure it was Terry Nichols and he was poaching my land. About a year later he was caught and the FBI did a sweep of our property just to be sure he didn't stash anything we didn't know about. The last I saw Terry he chased me down on a 3 wheeler and ran me and my friend across the road for cutting across his field. Cops were called but they didn't do anything about it. He was jailed roughly a year later and eventually gassed. Today we our surrounded by one family that bought his house I believe from auction.

My mother worked for the omaha world herald and was working the morning of the attack. A government friend of hers leaked to her that bush was headed for Omaha to stay safe during the attacks. She ran to her editor and told him the news. The editor told her that there is no way it is true because there isn’t a reason for him to come here. Turns out the air force base here is where he would go in case of a national attack and it was secret. So my mother was the first person to know that the bush was headed to Omaha on 9/11 outside of government officials. AND NOBODY BELIEVED HER

When I was about 9 or 10 my older brother and my cousins were playing in the basement at my grandmothers . They didn’t let me play with them because of course the age gaps between me and them so I just sat on the steps with my WWE toys and would kinda peak to see what they were doing from time to time when I heard laughing or anything. So that’s when they all come from around the corner and say “go upstairs” I ran up stairs as soon as they said it because usually with my cousins & brother if they said something twice the second time usually came with a frog to the arm or a mean ear twist. My grandma had a table right in the middle of the basement she used to fold clothes, me being bored and bad I went halfway back down just enough to be able to see them but not be seen. At the time I didn’t know what they were doing all I could hear was them saying to each other “stop moving it” & “I’m not that’s you” . I peeked around and see them around the table, hands stretched out but i can’t see what they’re touching. I move back some so I wouldn’t get caught and beat so I can only see my cousin Xavier’s face, his eyes look big as shit ! It’s wasn’t like he was scared but he was amazed. So I think w/e I wanna see what’s so cool & I remember just as I was stepping down i heard my brother say look, my cousin Xavier spun around and at that exact moment I turn from looking at him looking to looking to the left and see my grandmas shutters closing on it’s own (I’m paralyzed with fear at this moment because this isn’t my first run in with some spooky shit, but that’s another story) my cousins and brother come zooming up the stairs past me. I’m watching this shit for it seem like a year then I realized I have to run too before I was the last one up the stairs and whatever was down there got me I got me . My cousins and brother ran in the living room and told granny, she proceeded to curse all of us out and then called my uncle to go get that (in her own words) “devil shit” out of her house. I remember my uncle saying he was gonna bury it. Haven’t thought about it in years. Those things work . 100% sure .

It was when I was 6 or 7 and my family took a week trip to Catalina Island, just off the coast of Los Angeles, when we were walking down the pier(or the dock), I was looking over the edge down at the deep clear water when I saw a woman with really long blonde hair with a fish tail swim past quickly and disappear under the pier, that’s when I immediately ran to my mom and said I saw a mermaid. Like I LITERALLY saw one and I kept telling my whole family the entire trip that I really did. The only one that believed me atm was 5 y/o brother, but of course he would, he was little lol

Anyways I only saw the back of the woman swimming never a face or front of the body, and it was at the end of the pier where no one could swim out to since it’s so deep and the water gets crazy. But I do truly believe I saw one and I did some research about Catalina island and they have nothing on mermaid events where people dress as mermaids for entertainment, otherwise I would’ve just thought it was a fake one.

I don’t know if I saw what I believe I saw which is a freaking mermaid?! Or if I just imagined I did, but the image in my head is still so clear that it couldn’t have just been an illusion.

One day I was with my father riding to practice when I looked at his ear and saw something black and it didn't look natural. I thought the worst since he had already had skin cancer before, so I asked him. He had never even seen it before since it was never the back of his ear. One day he went to the dermatologist for his checkup and he asked about the small black spot behind his ear. It turned out to be a bit of cancer that had just been behind his ear for who knows how long. He got it operated and now he is just a little better.

Honestly, this is one of the weirdest thing that happened in my entire life.

I volunteer at a retirement home, I just chat and drink some tea with this old lady who is a bit lonely. She has two kids, but they don’t visit that often.

One day, when I was at her place, her daughter came by unannounced. She seemed normal, just a little hyperactive. She brought her boyfriend, also pretty normal. We talked about a lot of things, also about her job. She worked at a morgue and had to collect bodies of people who had just passed away. Okay, interesting job I thought, but whatever. She continued to ramble on about her job and how great it was. Then she started to tell me details: last night she picked up the body of a really fat man, he was naked in the bathroom, etc etc. Keep in mind: WE WERE 10 MIN INTO THE CONVERSATION AND I DID NOT KNOW HER. Then her boyfriend started to talk. Apparently she was obsessed with death according to him (really dude?), and she liked it when he played dead. I stared at them very confused and laughed nervously. They laughed at each other and started explaining. The woman really likes it if her boyfriend plays as if he is choking and falls to the ground. Then she treats him as a dead body and starts embalming him and wrapping him up as a dead body. I was horrified.

This whole time, her mother was sitting in the chair across from us looking as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I went home immediately after. Saw her once more, couldn’t look at her face without getting goosebumps.

Not sure if this belongs here but, let's go.

In my English class yesterday (we also had a substitute teacher) we were memorizing our speech, I was bored so I was talking to my friend and out of nowhere the teacher screamed "STOP" and speed walks towards the desk behind mine. So of course I want to know what she's on about so I turn around. I didn't expect what I saw, which was one of the calmest girls (let's call her Molly) make a stabbing motion toward this guy (let's call him Brad) while holding scissors, nearly stabbing him.

The teacher asked her to talk to her completely panicking. Buuut she wouldn't, Molly kept on shouting that she was going to kill Brad and holding the scissors towards him. Now Brad was scared since he thought he was gonna get stabbed. After a while she screamed "SHUT UP" at him and turns to the teacher and says "he's so annoying". The teacher, of course, asks her to "put down the scissors" but she doesn't.

After a while, she goes with the teacher but she out the scissors in her skirt pocket. So everything is okay, right? Wrong

Brad thinks she's gone so he starts singing hail Mary in a joking manner but Molly hears and lunges at him holding the scissors and tries to stab him but misses because he jumps out of the way and shouts.

Now she was right next to me and I hear her mumble "I wish I didn't miss" and then she walks out of class with the teacher (still holding the scissors) and as she's walking out the door my other hear her mumble "all you b!tches will pay, I'll kill all of you" and she finally leaves.

Later Molly comes back for her stuff and nearly tries to stab him again but the teacher stops her. She just grumbles and puts the scissors back into her skirt pocket and walks out of the class with the teacher. A few seconds later the teacher that looks over our year came in and asked if we're all okay and then leaves with Molly. And we just continue with our work. One of her geography classmates also said she did the same thing later.

This was the first time she snapped like this but she has made threats and clenched her fists at people which no one saw as a big deal. Another friend of mine who sat next to her said that she had a list of 'targets' and talked about if someone gets to 10 strikes, they die.

So when I was younger I lived in a small townhouse community with a pretty large trailer park close by. I was never really all that concerned just kind of riding around through there just to see which kids were out playing as the only other kids in my neighborhood at the time were my brother, a little kid who I kinda adopted as a little brother because I was the youngest and always wanted a younger brother but was the last apple so to speak, and a former bully of mine. So I kinda needed to outsource for friends. Anyway, my dad really didn't like me going to the trailer park because apparently there was a pedophile that lived out there somewhere but I was like 6 or 7 so that's not something he was ready to explain to me nor something I could properly conceptualize so I just assumed he was trying to kill my fun or whatever and disregarded him fairly regularly about it even going so far as to come home after dark at times. Anyway, he got really tired of it so one day he decided to pay some local highschool seniors (and I have no idea how) to stage a kidnapping on me to impress upon me the dangers of strangers I guess. So one day I'm minding my own business just coming back from a party store with some candy I bought with some money I'd saved and this white van came speeding down the street and slammed on the breaks. At first I was confused but then (very much like the movies) the sliding side door flies open and like 4 straight up grown looking dudes starts rushing me. Now for a kid I was in pretty good shape so I really thought I could out run them but naturally they caught up with me, threw me in their van, and drove around taunting me and telling me they were going to kill me and basically all kinds of empty but seriously toned threats. I can't remember if they had restrained me or not as I've blocked it out mostly but I just remember when the van finally stopped and I pretty much thought I'd arrived at my final destination and I was crying and hyperventilating the sliding door opened to my parents smiling faces. They were just laughing as if it was just a silly prank. They explained everything and I eventually calmed down. I didn't go back to that trailer park for a while tho.