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My mother regularly beat me, yelled at me and told me she wished I'd been aborted. Noone believed me because to outsiders she was the perfect housewive, always smiling, always friendly and happy. My friends and teachers only told me how lucky I was to have such a nice and caring mother and that I shouldn't tell lies about her.
Luckily, my husband believes me but he's never met her since I went no contact years ago. But while I was still living with my parents noone ever believed me.
Lol my mom told me she regretted giving birth to me because I expressed suicidal thoughts.
I came from a "communist" country where there was a strict birth control policy because of thr fears of overpopulation, I was the second child my mother illegally gave birth to. So she said because she broke the law to have me and had to pay huge fines, that I owe her or something. And even my grandmother said I owe my mom for risking legal punishment to give birth to me. And that suicide is cowardly and disrespectful/ungrateful for her "sacrifices" and if she had known about my thoughts, she wouldn't have "wasted so much resources" on me.
Bro, I really wanna be that type of dipshit kid and say: "well if you have me so much, then maybe the party should've forcibly sterilized you before you gave birth to me", but I just ended up crying and have an existential crisis, my birth wasn't even supposed to happen, the fucking government literally hated my existence anyways, rejected my existence, I'm just another anomaly, born only out of sheer luck, the card were never really stacked in my favor to begin with. I think all the bad luck I'm getting might be just nature trying to course correct, to get rid of me, the anamaly.
People can be idiots and not realize that social behavior can be a mask. Always smiling, well, thats hiding and acting.
Neo-nazis kicked down my front door when I was around 19-20.
The underage sister of a friend was being trafficked by them and managed to escape. They came looking. Lucky for us, they showed up expecting, at most, a couple emo kids, but we just happened have a few guys over that were training for mma that night, which means they got the ever-living-fuck beat out of them and never came looking again. One of the mma guys punched a tooth out of one of their heads, got it gold plated and keeps it on a necklace now lol
It does sound like something I wouldn't believe. But it's just too badass, I'll believe you
I swear its all true, but just to make it a little harder to believe for ya; 3 of the 4 mma guys (mr.necklace was the only one to stay cool as all hell) went on to join a cult led by a 70+yo man claiming he was Jesus who lived in a school bus that he'd renovated into a trailer house. They ended up cooking meth for him some years later and that's the last I've heard about the lot.
That actually makes it more believable somehow.
The first part of your story sounded a little far-fetched. But the second part adds context to which I say, "yup, sounds like a bunch of meth-head Nazis and MMA fighters."
How every Neo-Nazi should be handled.
I went to a party at a friend's house (I had never been to his house before, we were just friends from college) and a bunch of people are in his hot tub. It was dark out. I decided to get in, and assumed the deck his hot tub was sitting on continued on behind the hot tub. It did not, and there was a roughly 6 foot drop on the back side. I walk over to get in, step off the deck accidentally, do a complete front flip and land on my feet. They all yell "Are you ok?" and then I get back on the deck completely unscathed.
No one that wasn't there ever believes this story.
Was driving down the road with my wife and came to a stop light. We both witnessed a lone potato rolling down the street through the intersection at a pretty good clip. We both looked at each other, making sure we were seeing what we were seeing and busted out laughing.
I have absolutely no clue where it came from, and to this day remains one of the most random things I've seen and NOONE ever believes me when I mention it.
"Alien sighting"
Was watching a plane go along the night sky, blinking away as they do. Then it stopped moving but kept blinking for about 5 seconds. Then shot straight down to the horizon leaving a little trail of light behind like a comet or something.
Some star wars hyperspace bollocks or something
Aircraft turned away from you while climbing away, making it appear stationary. Kick on some afterburners, and it'll take off like a bat out of hell in front of a 200' flame.
Back when I was 17, I had a neighbor pull a gun right to my forehead. I shoved him away and said, in essence, "yeah, fuck you with your BB gun, I have some shopping to do". He shot another neighbor in the gut not long after. I avoided death by dumbfounding him in a way that sound like it comes right out a daydreaming teenage fantasy.
Glad you're OK. But also wtf is wrong with this neighbor and I hope they're doing time?
I was riding my moose one day, when we almost got ran over by some dude in a ship
I woke up one morning and found a skinned moose in my yard.
RFK Jr. dumped it there
I once waited in line at a costume shop while two guys argued about whether getting hit by a ship voided the "no fault" deposit warranty on a moose costume.
When I was around 6-7 years old (I am now 68) I was given money to get something at the store by my parents. All I remember is I no longer had the money when I got home . I did not spend the money. Have no idea what happened. Was razzed about it for years. They said I spent it on candy.
Was buying Pokemon cards 14 or so years ago. Was trying to buy a specific booster pack, but for some resaon I felt "dissociated" while my hand grabbed a totally different pack. I was so confused as to why I didn't pick the booster I initially wanted... When I opened the pack outside the shop, I was surprised to see there was actually a super rare Lvl X holo card inside...
I got a moose one hunting season and decided to butcher it myself. Finished skinning the thing (took hours) and it just disappeared, no clue where it ended up.
Went to an orgy and didn't have sex with anyone, on purpose. I did, however, play naked baby oil handcuff twister. Which was hilarious and painful.
I got harassed by men by the gay bar outside my apartment multiple times in my early twenties, back when I was a guy. They were all pretty minor overall, but it definitely freaked me out at the time. I lived in an apartment complex above a gay bar in downtown. It was a shitty, cheap place where there was no washer or dryer in unit and no fan in the bathroom. Mold was a constant problem.
One time, I was informed I "swish so hard I bring three people with me", a quote that's stuck with me forever, and then a dude stood close by while another guy stroked my face. I had my dog with me so I didn't know what else to do and basically just ran.
Another time I was leaving the pizza shop also in this building complex, and a couple drunk guys out there struck up a conversation that quickly became my chest and crotch getting groped. Honestly less creepy than the face stroking, ngl.
I uh, transitioned since all of that happened though. And some random chick like me saying some drunk guys at the gay bar really wanted to grope me doesn't really carry much weight at this point.
I almost shot myself in the knee with an arrow. I was at an archery taster session and the arrow bounced off a wooden block on the edge of the target. Arrow came flying back at me and cut a few threads on the knee pad of my trousers as it brushed my leg.
I saw a guy dressed as a moose carrying another guy who looked stoned get almost run over by a ship.
I'm not sure who believes and who doesn't, but I've been in more than 30 car collisions. I'm not sure exactly how many because I've lost track.
One was an offset head-on collision. I think the other driver fell asleep. He claimed I came into his lane and hit him, but the impact shattered the windshield washer fluid in my car, and destroyed the front-right tire. The impact left a puddle of fluid in the middle of my lane, and the rim of the front right wheel left grooves in the street leading from where my car stopped back to the point of impact.
I was sideswiped three times. All three were hit and runs. One of them was caught on my dash cam and I got my deductible back. The other two got away.
All the rest were rear-end collisions. It happened so many times that I started to think I must be doing something wrong, but I couldn't figure out what. Around that time I happened to look in the rear view mirror just before the impact to see the driver looking down at something on the passenger seat beside him.
Since then, I've understandably become very aware of what the drivers behind me are doing.
The last two times:
In late 2021 I was approaching an intersection and had a green light, but on the other side of the intersection was a school bus letting out kids. I stopped, and the jeep behind me hit me at full speed. My truck was totaled. I was knocked very briefly unconscious, but I was able to control the truck as I was pushed through the intersection and stopped.
Ironically, I had been thinking about trading in my truck for a new model. That day, on the drive home before the collision, I decided I wanted to keep it.
At the time, getting a replacement took months. I was getting to and from work driving the Civic that we bought for the kids to use. Two months after the truck was totaled I was in slow, stop-and-go traffic. Every time I had to stop, the car behind me would pull all the way up to within inches of my bumper. I wanted to scream at him. Of course, the person behind him hit him, and pushed him into me.
Luckily, that time it was slow, low speed impact. Easy damage to fix.
For the love of all that's holy, follow at a safe distance! Three seconds minimum between you and the car in front of you. And when you stop, stop far enough back to see where the tires on the car in front of you touch the street.
If you want to slipstream (aka, drafting), become a race car driver.
When I was 10, I went on a trip to Venezuela. At this restaurant in Caracas, I went into the bathroom. It was a single person bathroom. For some reason the door had slide locks on both sides. While I was in there, some kid locked the door from the outside (I could see through a narrow gap). It was a real door, not a stall door. I couldn't unlock it. I started panicking a little and kicking the door. Eventually a waiter let me out.
I'm still confused about why that door could be locked on the outside.
Why are there no ghost stories in this thread... Im disappointed.
A few years ago I went out drinking with friends. We had a great time, and everything seemed completely normal. We eventually parted ways and I headed home, and somehow there was a creepy atmosphere in the air. I still don't know what exactly it was. I looked through my apartment and didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so I basically fell on my bed and passed out.
When I woke up the next morning, a shiver went down my spine as I noticed that during the night, a ghost took a shit in my pants.
Alright, I got one.
One night, I was sitting alone in the house playing video games in the middle of the night. There was nobody else in the house besides my cats, who usually spend the night lounging around. Well, out of nowhere, I hear the microwave go off, as if someone pressed three buttons and hit "start" in the same manner and rhythm that I usually do. I was in complete disbelief and walked out of my room. I could see the microwave working from where I was standing, so I walked up to it, goosebumps and all, and manually turned it off. This happened one other time on its own, and I have no idea what could've caused it.
I still shudder at the thought that it could've started a house fire without us knowing why or how.
Because ghosts don’t exist.
Sure, but ghost stories are fun and it's also fun trying to figure out what it could've really been.
Serious trigger warning
spoiler
My mother raped me, raped my brother, and tried to force me to rape him. Multiple times.
Not really a crazy story, but:
I am exceptionally good at chess, and have zero recollection of ever having learned how to play it. No memory whatsoever of who taught me, or ever learning what the individual pieces do- let alone strategy.
And I don’t drink and don’t do drugs, so it couldn’t have happened during the blurry years many have.