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People Share the Ways You Might be Able to Tell Someone Is a Genuinely Good Person

People are good at acting like they’re nice and normal but the truth is, there are plenty of people who are really good at faking it.

If you’re watching closely, though, sometimes you can pick up on the little things – like these 14 specific acts – that can tell you exactly who you’re really dealing with.

14. The extra mile.

Once I was telling this guy a story.

He was listening with all his attention. 2/3 of the way through I realized I had already told it to him and asked him why he didn’t stop me.

He said “you were having so much fun telling it”. That is an extra nice person.

I felt a bit foolish but he made me feel like he just genuinely cared.

13. Because someone has to pick it up.

If they are working on something and drop small trash (bits of paper, tape) they pick it up and throw it away

12. Trusting other people not to be awful, too.

Not stealing money you find.

A lot of people in my family have found decent amounts of cash that people have misplaced and returned it. I just would feel terrible if I lost up to a paycheck in cash and someone just swiped it.

My cousin, when he was a preteen, lost his wallet in Walmart and it had the money in it to buy him a Nintendo Wii or something when they were brand new.

My uncle had basically told him too bad, so sad. And when they got home, my aunt was so livid with my uncle. She drove back to the store with my cousin and Walmart made an announcement and the wallet and all the cash was returned.

11. People who do this are jerks.

They don’t ruin your jokes.

And that’s a big one.

10. Be inclusive.

In social settings, they notice when someone is kinda left out and they find a way to include that person in the conversation or whatever fun is being had.

I remember when I went out with my older sister and her friends once when I was about 15. I was pretty shy and quiet. They were all chatting about other friends and in-jokes but one of her best friends would keep taking a few seconds to explain the background to these stories or jokes to me.

It was a small thing but it brought me into the group instead of sitting and listening to a bunch of stuff I didn’t ‘get’.

I endeavor to do the same whenever a new person is in a group with me now.

9. That’s definitely someone you want to keep on your good side.

My friend sends thank you notes to their dentist.

8. Especially if it needs to stay cold.

If they decide they don’t want to buy something, they put it back where they found it instead of just leaving on a shelf somewhere else.

7. And also makes the interruptor feel like a douche.

When in groups, someone interrupts you, and after they finish, that good person says ”X, you were saying?” showing genuine interest and compassion for getting interrupted.

6. Or in any parking lot.

When they find the credit card that slipped out of your pocket in a shady parking lot, they go out of their way to find you and return it.

5. Moments to live for.

They look engaged when you speak to them, and are patient if you’re struggling to explain something.

I’m so used to feeling like I have to “sell” my conversation points to hold anyone’s attention that someone actually asking me to expand more on my thoughts really takes me off guard.

4. Because what’s the hurry?

When you’re walking together and someone is slower, they match that person’s pace and wait if a crosswalk is ticking down until the next cycle.

It’s amazing how few people will do this, and how many will simply keep going, not noticing that someone else has fallen behind.

3. They’re comfortable with themselves.

When conflict arises, they seek peace by being introspective.

In addition, they seek to resolve the dispute directly with that person as opposed to gossiping or triangulating.

2. A bottom line.

The shopping cart is the ultimate litmus test for whether a person is capable of self-governing.

To return the shopping cart is an easy, convenient task and one which we all recognize as the correct, appropriate thing to do. To return the shopping cart is objectively right. There are no situations other than dire emergencies in which a person is not able to return their cart. Simultaneously, it is not illegal to abandon your shopping cart.

Therefore the shopping cart presents itself as the apex example of whether a person will do what is right without being forced to do it. No one will punish you for not returning the shopping cart, no one will fine you or kill you for not returning the shopping cart, you gain nothing by returning the shopping cart. You must return the shopping cart out of the goodness of your own heart. You must return the shopping cart because it is the right thing to do. Because it is correct.

A person who is unable to do this is no better than an animal, an absolute savage who can only be made to do what is right by threatening them with a law and the force that stands behind it.

The Shopping Cart is what determines whether a person is a good or bad member of society.

1. Sometimes that’s just muscle memory, but still.

They clean up the table to make it as easy as possible for a waiter/ waitress.

I’m definitely going to be keeping my eyes open from now on, just in case.

And maybe I’ll try to do a few of these acts myself. You know, just for some extra points if I need them some day.

What traits do you look for? Share those with us in the comments!

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People Share the Ways You Can Tell if Someone Is a Good Person

We all have our litmus tests for deciding whether the people in our lives are actually good people. Do they do charity work, are they good parents, loving children, the sort of neighbor who would feed your cats when you’re away?

There aren’t reliable ways, though, right? Things that work for every person in more than one scenario?

Maybe not 100%, but people say these 15 very specific things are as reliable a tip-off as any.

15. No talking behind the back.

I know my boss is a good person because he’s never said anything mean about a rude client or competitive business.

It’s always, “those guys do awesome work, that guy is just the best man”.

14. There are people who don’t do this?

They wait for you when you bend down to tie your shoes.

13. Even bugs.

How they treat animals when no one is looking.

Especially stray animals and wildlife.

12. Litterers are the worst.

They keep the trash with them until they find a dustbin.

11. That’s extra!

They pick up nails, screws or sharp objects they come across from the parking lot or road so people don’t get flat tires.

10. They pay attention.

I grew up in the Midwest and eventually moved to a bigger coastal city. I never really noticed how much friendlier people were in the Midwest until I visited after a couple years of being away.

I was walking around downtown trying to find a certain address when a random person walked up to me and asked if I needed help.

That’s when it really struck me how different the culture was where I grew up compared to where I moved.

Those types of people are the best.

9. I am so bad at this.

Someone who remembers a tiny detail about your life or something you like and brings it up in convo much later on.

8. They make room for you.

When someone noticed you were going to talk in a group but get cut off then later they say “you were about to say something, right?”

7. Those are good people skills.

When in a group of people walking, they make sure nobody gets left behind by spacing themselves between the leaders and the stragglers and keeping an eye on both.

6. Just checking in.

Sticking around and showing up when your friend is in a bad way– even if they have been in a bad way from a long time.

You don’t have to cook them food every night. But check in so they know you care about them.

After experiencing a tragedy, I realized how fair weather the majority of the people I had in my life were. It doesn’t make me angry so much as sad and disillusioned.

5. Definitely better than the opposite.

They say good things about people behind their backs.

4. This is my favorite personality trait.

They can admit when they are wrong about something without getting angry or defensive.

3. Not having to ask is heaven.

Quietly helping you with stuff without prompting/asking for help.

2. That was unexpected.

When a person can set a positive environment.

Unnecessary anecdote: Once my friends and I were playing a drinking game (kings) where you had to make up rules that are normally supposed to make people a little uncomfy.

That night, my sweet friend set a rule that you have to give a compliment before each turn… 20 people ended up crying, supporting each other, and reminding everyone of their worth.

That’s a good person, and that goes down as my favorite college memory.

1. It doesn’t have to be their thing.

Even if they don’t quite understand or relate to a topic you brought up, they ask follow up questions. Bonus points if they don’t seem particularly interested in the topic, but they still remain invested in the conversation since you’re excited to talk about it.

It always flusters me when I’ve accidentally bored someone or stalled conversation, so the fact that some try to keep it running to avoid awkward silence feels really sweet to me.

I have to say, I think I agree with most of these!

Do you have a short list of ways to tell who you’re dealing with? Share them in the comments!

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People Tell the Scariest Stories They Ever Heard

All of us have heard a story that really sticks with us – the one that creeped you out so much you’ll never forget it.

So good that you just have to tell other people so you can scare them too.

Now, these 15 people are taking the opportunity to share all of the rest of us, too, because the internet!

15. Hard to blame them.

We go to Knott’s. It’s time for the log ride, and the decorations are 100 times scarier. My dad (sweet, gentle man btw) laughs at my fear and starts messing with his knife, making small cuts on his hand – not enough to hurt – and wiping the blood on my face.

Fully knowing that I am squeamish! Then he picks me up and throws me at a figure with an axe. The scary decoration comes to life and chops me in half as my dad’s log floats past. I am unable to die.

I scream for help and wail in excruciating pain, but everyone on the ride thinks that I am a decoration too. Even when Halloween is over, the workers just think that I am a faulty one that can’t be turned off. Year after year passes, with me suffering unnoticed by the world wishing for death.

I am always brought out as a decoration until the workers tire of me and toss me in a bonfire to be rid of ” the broken junk.” Finally my spirit ascends to heaven, where I can rest in peace. And I wake up.

I still don’t ride the log ride at Knott’s Berry Farm anymore.

14. Chills down the spine.

One night me and my friend decided to go on a walk around her neighborhood. We walked up to a park, and were running around the front of it acting crazy. Except then, we stepped on a wasp nest, so we decided to walk back.

When we were walking back, a car drove past us, driving really slowly, and with all of the windows down. We kind of thought the car was creepy, so we crossed the street to be next to the houses.

That was when the car drove up the street again. So we ran into a bush just to be safe, though we assumed the car had just made a wrong turn. Except I didn’t get all the way in the bush, and the car saw us. So as we started walking back down the street again, we saw the car passing us again.

By now we had deduced that it was likely following us. We ran into someone’s yard, who was working on their porch.

And we stayed with them until the car had gone away. So anyways, that is my story.

13. Ghosts are no joke.

Stomping up and down hallway most nights

Cups/glasses/cutlery shivered occasionally

The cold water would suddenly turn boiling hot

All the doors slammed and wouldn’t open when female flatmate hopped out of bathroom in house alone

Female flatmate saw people staring through her windows twice. (She only lasted two weeks in the house)

My alarm clock which didn’t work (used it to tell time, not wake me up) would start blaring then turn off as soon as we walked in the room

NOBODY could sleep in the lounge; rugby playing manly men would end up on the floor in somebody’s bedroom, or walking home

The neighbors congratulated us when we lasted three months – we’d been the longest tenants in years. Although a lot of folks that lived with me didn’t last long either.

It was eventually knocked down years later but construction of flats stopped half-way thru.

12. True story??

A neighbor of mine was telling me and my wife about a market that he used to go to.

-He said that there were a lot of interesting shops and stalls so one weekend we took a trip there. This is where it all began.

We looked around the shops and the stalls and there was a lot of interesting things. we bought quite a lot of stuff. Our hands were full of bags. we sat and ate for a while and then we carried on. As we got to the end of the market there was one little curious shop that i see. I like curiosity shops so this one caught my interest. It had dirty dingy windows each panel about the size of an A4 piece of paper. Inside the windows there were little curious items so we went in. It smelled old and musky. There was another customer in there when we entered but when he saw us he quickly turned and left.

We thought nothing of it and carried on looking. I was looking on this certain shelf and there was one thing that caught my eye, it was a candle in the shape of a human head. it looked so realistic and detailed that i decided to buy it. I took it to the counter and rang the bell. Not long after a short man in black clothing came out from nowhere. I said “hi” and he then just smirked and served me.

For some strange reason he put the candle in a wooden box and nailed it shut and then said “you don’t want that to get damaged, do you?” again with an unusual grin. When we got home we unpacked the bags. As I unpacked the bags I see the box and decide to open it. there it was the candle I had just purchased. When we were settled the wife said why don’t you light it? so I lit it. we watched it burn for a few minutes then settled to watch the TV. we watched our Programme then I started dinner. I was in the kitchen when I heard my wife screaming. I rushed in to see what was happening and after what I see I didn’t have to ask. The candle had melted and what was under the wax revealed a preserved human head!

I nearly fainted after what I saw. I called the police and reported it. I explained the details and whereabouts of the shop I got it from and they went to investigate while one copper stayed in my house.

A few hours later they came back. they explained that there was no such shop and never has been. They questioned the neighboring shops and they said the exact same thing. When they studied the head they found out that it was the head of my neighbor!

They found him dead in his home that morning without his head.

I just couldn’t explain how that could be. Anyway me and wife got questioned and arrested for it. my wife is now doing 10 years and me 15.

I am now into my 7th year. I have to finish it here as I have got to go back to my cell now but before I go, only buy small normal candles

11. That’s nuts.

I was an idiot and went to a haunted mortuary. The Old Butterworth mortuary in Seattle, WA, USA. It is CRAZY haunted. Look it up.

A large number of the people who went through as Butterworth customers were victims of Linda Laura Hazzard. Look her up, too, for a shiver or three. As you might imagine a bunch of the ghosts there are starvation ghosts. Add one shield free anorexic and… Well, I knew I was followed home by Someone. I kept seeing her in reflections where nobody was there to cast one. So I get home and I tell my pagan best friend that I was followed by a ghost.

She did some religious things that I don’t exactly remember? There was smudging, and some salt water and she told me to sleep in hematite rings.

I wore four to sleep that night.

I had a dream that I woke up and saw a person, *that* person who followed me home, staring in through my bedroom window. In the manner of dreams I looked at my hand and one ring, my right hand pinky ring, was full of holes.

The next day I went to take a shower and put am my rings in a little dish. When I got out I knocked the dish over. Only one of my rings broke. Bet you can guess which one.

10. Simple question, simple answer.

A man went to an hotel, staying in a room with a locked door.

The hotel worker said not to look in there.

At midnight, the man heard something strange coming from behind the door.

He decided to peek through the keygate.

He saw plain red, nothing else.

He went down to the hotel worker and asked what was in there.

She answered with “A ghost with red eyes.”

9. Mobs are always scary.

“Run.” they were coming from everywhere. Behind the trees, bushes, and up from the ground. They were surrounding me. I tried to run but couldn’t. My legs were frozen. I tried to scream but couldn’t. And all I could see was the ground crumbling away beneath me. And all I could hear was “join us” in a raspy whisper.

“I’m falling.” I cried as the ground beneath me gave away. I shot up from bed in cold sweat. I got up to get a refreshing drink of water. All I could hear in my mind was the raspy whisper. “Join us” I shook off the weird tingly feeling and went outside to a clear open field, in the middle of the forest. I usually come here to calm myself, or when I’m overwhelmed.

There was a girl there. “I was hoping you’d come here,” she said in the same raspy whisper without turning around.The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I turned and ran. My house was off in the distance.but every step forward seemed like a step back I knew it was no use. But I kept trying. The ground giving away every second. Until I realized i’m running in place.

“Join us” the girl turned around to reveal her face. A fleshy face. Full with teeth and black slimy drool I fell into a black abyss forever to be forgotten. I realized I had fallen in front of my house. How that was possible, I do not know.

I got up. I went to my house MOM DAD! I was relieved to see them. But when they turned I saw the same fleshy, toothy slimy face as I had seen before. “You’re one of us” No this couldn’t be right “WHERE ARE MY PARENTS!” I screeched.

The Nightmarish version of my parents murmured “gone” I broke down onto my knees. And wept. Only to see I was crying black slime. “No” I gasped. Surprised to hear my voice. “No, no NO” I screeched “yes” “you’re becoming one of us”. The nightmarish people laughed a malicious laugh. “No” I whimpered, “No.”

8. A children’s book?

“Nobody Here But You” from a book called Kids’ America by Steven Caney.

It’s about a wicked old blind man who gets visited by a “thing” one evening and dies of fright after attempting to escape it.

7. I bet it was real.

When I was in eighth grade about five years ago I was asleep when I got the feeling I was being watched.

Instead of doing the normal thing and pretending I was asleep I opened my eyes and sat up.

At the end of my bed standing up was the figure of a person.

It was completely dark and I couldn’t see facial features.

The figure was wearing a hat and what looked like a cape.

I got light headed and fell back asleep. I don’t know if this was a dream or reality.

If it was a dream it was very vivid since I can still remember it.

Five years later I still can’t explain it.

6. This is why I don’t go camping.

When my friend’s dad was around 17 years old, he decided to go camping with about 8 or so of his friends. This took place in the Wisconsin forest. When they got to the site, they decided to split up to collect firewood in groups of two, and meet back at the site in around 20 minutes. One group wasn’t back right away, and since they were a couple, they just assumed they were fornicating in some bushes, and cracked a couple jokes about it. After around an hour they decided they should probably go look for them, and headed off to search in the area they had been collecting wood.

They saw behind a bush part of the girl’s bloody shirt, and the man’s shoes were lying scattered around the scene. They quickly rushed back to their car so they could drive to the park ranger’s office, which was about 5 miles away, and report the incident. However, they found that their gas had been syphoned, so they had no choice but to walk. On their walk back to the office, they saw a semi pass by with one driver and two faces pressed up against the window, which they believe were their friends begging for help.

The two friends were reported missing and have never been found to this day.

5. A creepy little tale.

15th June, 2016, in a field surrounded by crisp sea air and windswept trees

The silence was cold, and in the dark i shuddered as my mind filled with thoughts of what creatures lurked in the darkness, waiting to pounce. out of the silence, i heard a ghostly whisper that said ‘come when the bell tolls thrice’.

I stood, very confused, and walked away from the voice, being careful where i stepped. i had walked for probably around an hour, then i started to see pale gold dots in the distance, and heard the sounds of horses and carriage wheels.i picked up my pace a little, until i reached a village. the houses were small and quiet, with no light coming from them, no horses to be seen, though the lights were still lit. i ran along the dirt paths and winding alleys between houses but i saw nobody, nothing.

I sat where i was, while constantly vigilant of my surroundings. in the dark i spotted a bell tower. and remembered what the voice had said: ‘come when the bell tolls thrice’. i checked nobody was coming and ran towards the bell tower. there was a rather torn looking rope hanging from the bell. then, everything went fuzzy and i fell to the floor. confused and strangely dazed, i got up, but realized, the village was full, it appeared to be early evening, but, based on the attire of the villagers, i had somehow reversed time…

I got up and walked over to an old woman perched on a step outside a house, and asked her: ‘excuse me ma’am, what day is it?’. the woman heard me, and replied ’15th October, 1856.’ my heart skipped a beat and, panicking, i thanked her, and ran to the bell tower. a young man with a horse and carriage nearby, walked up to the bell tower, and rang the bell once. in a state of panic, i ran down the village path, all the way down to where i first heard the voice.

The bell rang twice more before i got there. thoughts filled my head: what would happen? Who’s the voice? how is all this happening? why? as i panicked, i heard a ghostly voice again ‘you will suffer for this’. nothing happened for a few seconds…

Suddenly, everything began to spin, and slowly faded into darkness. i felt the cold, wet, mossy ground, then nothing more. it must’ve been a while before i regained consciousness, but when i awoke, everything ached, i was weak and dizzy, though i staggered to get up. trembling, i stood and surveyed my surroundings. then it hit. bizarre visions, of me, dead, hung by a rope, bleeding, then more visions of my friends, rotting, having suffered the same face.

I regained a grasp on reality, realising I wasn’t in the field i was in before, rather a smoky, brick house with a rotten wooden door, with an auburn fire blazing away across the room. the door startled me as it creaked open. heavy footsteps entered the room.

The smoke cleared a little as i squinted at the face. an old man, with a bit of rope loosely tied round his wrist like a bracelet. he had a knife around his waist, which he slowly took, raised above me, and plunged deep into my arm. i screamed in pain, but he stabbed again, and again, until darkness filled my vision, everything went hazy, i sank into nothing, i was dead.

4. Asking for trouble.

Jake and his brother David were ghost hunters. Not the ones that go around sucking up ghosts in backpack vacuum cleaners, but ghost hunter that actually wanted to talk to the spirits. They had many ways of talking to them but their favorite was to go right up to the tombstones and ask the spirits to come out. Now listen closely, because this is the story of where it all went wrong.

It was a full moon, but the clouds shrouded the moon so much that only a faint sliver of light was to be seen. The brothers climbed over the wall into the graveyard and were cautious, for they weren’t allowed in after dusk, and if the keeper found them they could be in grave (lol grave, get it?!) trouble. They found the largest most ornate grave and began to set up the recorder. They were afraid to shine their light on the name etched on the tombstone, so they began without looking.

“Oh spirit, come and speak to us” Jake began. There was nothing.

“Spirit, tell us your name.” Nothing happened, but after a second, a faint scratching sound came from behind the tombstone. Scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch.

“Oh spirit, speak your name” Jake said again. Scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch. David glanced at his brother, beginning to ask if he should shine the light on the stone, but never finished his question, for a great black darkness arose from behind the tombstone. Scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch, was the noise that echoed from deep inside the shadowy figure. All too late, the brother realized something was wrong, and the shadow engulfed them and pulled them into the grave.

The next morning, as the keeper was making his rounds, he noticed the recorder on the ground.

He picked it up and pressed play. This is what he heard;

“Spirit, tell us your name.”

“None speak my name for they will not see light again if they do.” said the raspy and spine chilling voice that emerged from the recorder.

“Oh Spirit, speak your name.”

“Again, none speak my name for it is forbidden from the tongues of man. Now, I shall rise.” said the same voice, with an edge of excitement.

The screams echoed in the keepers ears as he walked to his shed and tossed the recorder into the piles with many others.

3. Imagine waking up to that.

A soft hand touched her shoulder shaking her lightly from her slumber. Her eyes opened slowly as the hand left and a grown flitted across her face at the lit candle sitting two feet from her face. The candle was in a tarnished, beaten and weathered brass candleholder with more green than brass showing. A single loop for one finger stuck out of the back of it as tarnished as the rest, thinned and slightly bent from years of handling. Wax had built up around the base of the candle with bulging wax lines running down the length of the candlestick from it’s use.

Frowning deeper she wondered why there was a candle there when someone just could have turned on the lights. Footsteps ran near her making the floorboards groan at the passage as they popped back into place. Awake now she jerked up wondering how the hell someone could make so much noise on carpet as she looked around the room. She froze, shock washing through along with a small burst of adrenaline that flushed through her like a small bolt of electricity. This wasn’t her room. This was a room she had never seen before. Her hands shook as she reached for the candleholder, getting her finger hooked into the grip and bringing the light closer to her. The light shook as she looked around the shaking in her hands making the shadows dance and morph into things only her imagination could define.

The musty scent of mildew seemed to emanated from everywhere as she looked around her. An end table was the closet thing to her, streaked with white and black lines, the wood swollen and rotten looking. It looked as if it has met the wall as pieces of it lay scattered while the price itself looked half broken apart and laying on it’s side, it’s drawers missing. Looking behind her she let out a soft breath as a wall was there. It was pitted from things being thrown at it but it was still whole, though the wallpaper was stained, torn, and she couldn’t make out a pattern on it. Getting to her feet she put her back to the wall and looked at what she could see of the room.

The small amount of illumination the light brought showed distraction, age, and rot. Furniture like the end table looked as if they had been thrown by rage or desperation. The wood was stained and swollen as it had been destroyed by water. She lifted her candle and looked at the ceiling but it looked as intact as the wall. A movement had her letting out a help until she realized it was attached to her arm.

“What the hell?” She looked at her arm before looking at herself.

She was in a night dress that looked like something out of the old family photos from people in her family she’d never met because they lived long before her. The off white gown fell almost to her feet, the neck gathered by small cords of silk that had a small bow leaving the neck opened to almost her shoulders. The sleeves were gathered at the wrist and elbow but extra fabric made some kind of decorative almost poof between her shoulder to elbow and elbow to wrist. The fabric wasn’t starched so the poof just left dangling excess fabric on her arms. She caught sight of bare feet and shot the room a hesitant look.

The furniture wasn’t the only thing everywhere. Paper, small broken objects, shards that glinted looking like glass, clothing, cloth, cords from curtains, the ground was littered with destroyed things. She curled her toes at the thought of even stepping on what smelled like mildewed and rot riddled clothing let alone something sharp. She held the candle out again and looked for someone or something that would tell her where she was or how to get out. After checking close to her and not seeing so much as a mouse she slid her foot against the floorboards. It groaned, that groan making her freeze as it echoed around the room she was in.

She held her breath as her heart started racing, her body freeing as she strained to hear anything else as the groan faded. Her heart pounded again her ribs as she took small short steady breaths.

2. I’m all in with haunted dolls.

PENELOPE’S DOLL

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Penelope. Her parents spoiled her, and she got everything she wanted.

One day, Penelope’s 9th birthday, her parents got her a doll. It was an ugly doll, with a tattered white dress, tangled brown hair, and fake blood on her neckline. Penelope hated the doll, but she kept it. When she pulled the string on its back, the doll said “I love you!”.

But, one day, Penelope pulled the string and it said “I will kiiiiillllll youuuuu”. Penelope was terrified. She threw the doll in the trash… But that night, in bed, Penelope heard a sound on the stairs… “3 steps awaaaayyyy…” Penelope screamed and her parents scolded her. The next night, she heard “2 steps awaaaayyyy…” Penelope went to inspect and saw a suspiciously doll-like shadow disappearing around the corner holding… a dripping knife.

Penelope screamed again and went to her parents. Her parents were dead. There was blood everywhere, and on the wall, inked in blood, was ‘YOU’RE NEXT’.

Penelope was too scared to do anything, so she went back to bed and stayed there all the next day. The next night… “I’m outside your doooooor.” And then: “I’m at the foot of your beeeeeed.” Then Penelope felt something crawl onto the bed and heard “I’M RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!”

And that was the end of Penelope.

1. That one gets me, too.

This isn’t a story, but a movie instead: The Descent.

I could barely watch it, and that’s saying something because I love scary movies.

If it was told as a story I would still shiver.

I couldn’t sleep for hours after I watched that movie.

I can’t say I’m sorry to have heard these, how about you?

Do you have a scary story to share? The comments are open!

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People Discuss the Mental Illnesses That Get Unfairly Stereotyped

There’s been a big effort in recent years to de-stigmatize mental illness in general, which is fantastic.

We’ve come a long way in talking about depression and anxiety, and with normalizing talking therapy, but when it comes to some mental illnesses, the stereotypes are still going strong.

That’s definitely the case with these 16 illnesses, and knowledge is power.

16. It will break your heart.

I have gender dysphoria and as a teen I starved myself to look more like a boy and so that my menstrual cycle would stop (amenorrhea caused by weight loss.) I also felt dirty and being thin made me feel clean and empty.

I hated myself and wanted to not exist. I literally wanted to starve myself into nonexistence. Vanity didn’t enter into it.

15. It’s paranoia, not always voices.

Schizophrenics don’t always hear voices. With mine, I hear people trying to break down my door, trying to open my windows, and movement under my house.

Schizophrenia often involves extreme paranoia rather than evil voices; my Bio Psych professor told us how her BIL, if off of his medication, believed that if he left the house for any reason someone would break in after he left to unplug the fridge and spoil all the food.

14. Sometimes there’s no reason.

Mood/anxiety disorders do not need an objective reason for occurring – you don’t need to have a shit life to be depressed or to be in at any actual risk of something bad happening in order to have anxiety. They can just happen randomly or in connection to things that happened far in the past.

Therefore, the common notions that someone is ungrateful for being depressed or having anxiety or that they’re faking it because they “have no reason” to suffer from them is absolutely flawed and the attempt at “fixing” them by pointing out the good things in somebody’s life is futile and antagonizing.

13. OCD gets co-opted often.

OCD is not about being tidy and clean. It involves rescuing, intrusive thoughts and obsessively cleaning is just one of OCD related compilations. It can seriously f*ck up someone’s life.

An example would be turning a light switch on and off 30 times once entering a room or you fear something terrible will happen if you don’t.

It really annoys me when someone calls themselves OCD because they like a clean kitchen.

12. This makes me angry.

If you get angry and go off on someone they ask, “are you off your meds?”

11. If only it were just that.

That depression only makes you sad. There is a myriad of other feelings, and physical symptoms.

10. Most people are just average.

Mental illness does not make you particularly dangerous or a genius.

9. And it gets worse with stress.

Not everyone with Tourette syndrome randomly yells out obscenities.

8. Usually they do.

That crazy people don’t know they’re crazy.

7. It can happen to anyone.

Most people with PTSD and/or CPTSD haven’t been in the military or a war zone.

6. It’s hard to spot.

People with anxiety being highly strung, or nervous about things.

It can manifest itself in that way, but it’s more like there’s always something at the back of your mind that needs doing, but you’re not sure what. Even if you know what that thing is, you can see the end goal, and maybe even the steps to getting to that goal, but staying on that path requires you to fight with self doubt, and the “what ifs” that plague your mind when you’re on the way there.

Also, you can appear quite well adjusted in social situations, but in downtime, overthink every fucking thing.

5. OCD takes over your life.

It’s not liking your pens in color coordinated order- it’s feeling like if this ‘contaminated’ pen touches that one, your sister will die.

If you don’t hit the light switch an odd/even number of times, you’ll die.

The rituals can literally take over your life, and you know they don’t make sense, but you can’t stop.

4. Sometimes you can’t cry.

Depression isn’t being sad all the time and crying a lot.

Parts of it can be but it’s different for everyone.

Personally, I don’t cry often and I’m not overwhelmingly sad, I just don’t feel things. Everything feels numb.

3. It’s much more complicated than that.

That eating disorders are a vanity thing.

And that people with an eating disorder only “want to be skinny and get attention ”

And that eating a banana is going to heal you.

2. Don’t judge a book by its cover.

Anorexic people aren’t all skinny teenage white girls.

I’m an average weight, adult man and it drives me crazy how hard it is to find support in the professional world because I’m “not thin enough”

1. Depression is rough.

The sheer exhaustion and feeling of weight. On particularly bad days it’s like I’m wearing a 50lb weight on each limb and a 100lb vest.

People love to say “Exercise and nature will cure your depression!” but it got to the point where I had to stop going to the gym because I was routinely leaving in tears halfway through my workout because I just could not physically or mentally do it anymore.

I have days where I can scarcely physically get out of bed. And all those things that are supposed to give you good endorphins – exercise, fresh air, sunlight, food, even sex… They leave me even more exhausted and miserable.

Now that we know better, let’s do better.

No one likes to be stereotyped, after all.

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These Hotel Workers Have Seen Some Really Strange Things

I don’t think the news that people who work in hotels see weird stuff is surprising, exactly, but I’m also not sure I expected the stories to be this strange.

These 15 hotel employees are ready to tell their stories, but I’m honestly not sure we’re prepared to hear them.

But let’s go.

15. That’s…curious.

A friend of mine worked in Housekeeping, she called me up one day like “you have to see this.” She’s in one of the High end suites. (This was in a casino, so for the super high rollers) The customer that had stayed was a regular; and she was a conservative older woman.

Scattered among hundreds of empty Sunkist cans are dozens of d*ldos, empty tubes of lube, other various s^x apparatus. No alcohol bottles, not even the nips from the mini bar had been touched, just orange soda cans everywhere.

14. That’s definitely weird.

Not me, but a mate of mine worked at an Ibis in Sydney (cheapish hotel brand in Australia, unsure where else) as a temp cleaner. Not really disgusting or weird, but the residents had decided to cover the floor in the bathroom with mayonnaise, and the same with the mirrors.

13. That’s one heck of a joke.

I was working at a luxury hotel and we had a fairly big name band staying with us. There were no noise complaints, and they seemed to be perfect tenants.

When they left and we went to clean the room, EVERY SINGLE PIECE of furniture was nailed to the ceiling in roughly the same configuration that it was in on the floor. I found it to be quite amusing. Management didn’t.

12. Like…how often?

A dead guy.

Happens more often than you would think.

11. What on EARTH.

We had a guy that was active military that would stay often. He would leave his very large suitcase full of s^x-toys wide open on the bed for the maids to find while servicing his room.

We eventually had to ask him to leave the property and not return after he pooped on our very white towels and promptly folded them and re-hung them so the poop didn’t show.

10. None of that is ok.

A hostage.

Guy and girl meet a drug dealer at his hotel room. They guy didn’t have enough money or something. So the dealer tells him to go get it while the girl waits with him in the room.

Apparently the guy bailed and ditched his girlfriend with the scumbag drug dealer. When it became clear that the guy was not going to come back, the drug dealer spent a few hours raping the girl. Security went to the room because of several noise complaints. The security guy knocked on the door and heard someone start yelling for help.

He called for back up. While security was calling the cops the drug dealer fled the scene. When the police showed up they found some drugs, a big bag of sex toys, a gun in the room and a severely battered and traumatized woman.

9. WHY, THOUGH.

This couple stayed in one of our rooms for a week, they would just ask if we would put fresh linens and towels by the door and that they would take any trash to the dumpster. So after their week of being there, and none of our housekeepers had been in that room for a week, one of them opened the door…

The first thing was the smell, it made our head housekeeper puke and she had to run away, they had sh%t all over the walls and rubbed it in. They sh%t on the floor, television, beds, air conditioning system, and even clogged up the shower with shit. We’re thinking they must have had a party of people just sh%tting in this room.

It was so bad that we had to evacuate the hotel (ask everyone to leave and pay for them to go to another hotel), call the cops, call a hazmat cleanup crew and it took a week and a half to clean this room. Today is my last day there. It was sold to a company that wants to make it into offices.

Last night I found an old man bathing in the pool, just for references. If you want a job with free coffee and wifi and never a shortage of ‘wtf’s’ then get a hotel front desk job.

8. Well, they’re sort of the same.

My friend said he found a crack pipe in the coffee maker.

This was in atlanta, ga.

7. I would still be mad.

My family is in the hotel business. One day a particular room just started to stink to high hell for no apparent reason. We checked everywhere multiple times looking for the source of the scent, no dice. We sprayed everything in the room numerous times with deodorizer to no avail. Left the room open daily for months to air it out without any change.

Finally, we somehow tracked the smell to the table lamp. We were dumbfounded, asking ourselves how it could be emanating from there. Son of a bitch had broken the thing, put a fish in it, and glued it back together. My brother and I died laughing and actually applauded this guy’s ingenuity. He got us good, and I ain’t even mad at that.

6. If only she’d shut the door.

I work at a hotel in Ontario and one of our housekeepers decided she needed to take a shit while cleaning some guys room, so of course instead of using the employee washroom down the hall she say down and did her thing.

The guest had forgot his briefcase and walked into the room to discover a 20 year old girl taking a dump in his room with the door open. She was fired

5. It’s almost impressive.

Two lesbians somehow set the toilet on fire.

No other fire damage just a melted toilet.

4. I feel sorry for everyone involved.

A woman who was showering but got sick (food poisoning) and she went to throw up. While throwing up, naked, she then got the other part of food poisoning and spray shit all over the wall, floor, cabinets, and mirror. It was stomach churning but impressive.

The smell of this was horrid, I had to leave the room and come back twice because I needed to get some fresh air. When everything was wrapping up and security was just getting information for their report (we record anytime we have a medical problem at the hotel) I left.

I pulled out my phone and called housekeeping right away and said “We just had some lady go to the bathroom all over the bathroom. Send a few people out here with extra gloves, a bunch of sanitize and as much deodorizer spray they can find.”

3. People are special.

I worked hotel security years ago. I was working third shift during a convention one night, when I got on one of the elevators while doing a routine check of the building. The doors of the elevator opened up, and there in the middle of the floor was a pizza box.

Something about that seemed a bit off, so I opened the box by stepping on a flap with one foot while flipping the lid open with the other. Inside were two huge human turds studded with dozens of toothpicks.

2. Poor goat.

A goat dressed like Abraham Lincoln.

There’s no more story here, at least none that I know. Working as a cleaner in a hotel, went to clean a guest’s room, dreading it since they’d been there for a stag do, found the goat.

Don’t know how it got there, or how it was removed, but it made a good story for a while.

1. This story is one wild ride.

At one point in my life I worked the front desk at a local hotel. I worked the evening shift, and at least twice a week these two transgender girls (men who became women, passable looking) would get a room.

They would always go to the bar down the road after checking in, and usually always bring back a couple of guys with them. One night, my co-worker calls out and I’m stuck doing the overnight shift. It’s about 3:30 AM, and I’m finishing up the audit early because it’s a pretty slow night. At this point, you would go around the hotel and slip receipts under the door of each guest.

Anyway, I get to the third floor and the first, first and only, thing I can see is one of those t-girls completely naked, passed out drunk with a bottle of wine, bent over the hallway couch as if she was left waiting for someone to f*ck her (or passed out right after).

As I try to wake her up, she tries to pull me down onto the couch, then tries to seduce me by rubbing my thigh, all while I’m trying to very nicely push her hands off of me and ask her to get to her room before I call the police.

She lets off, and I agree to help her back to her room, since she obviously has no key anymore. I open the door for her, and once again, the first thing I get to see is her passed out friend, fully naked, legs spread and junk hanging in the open. Next to her is this odd brown mess, which only took about 1/2 second to figure out it was a giant puddle of shit on the bed, with a shit covered double dildo on the floor at her feet.

I left that room as fast as I could, gave the housekeepers a heads-up in the morning, put a note in the computer saying to not allow those two to check-in again. One of the housekeepers quit two days later, which I’m pretty sure was because of that experience.

Just when you think people can’t shock you anymore…

Has anything like this ever happened to you? If so, I think I want to hear about it in the comments!

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Hotel Workers Discuss the Weirdest Thing They’ve Seen in a Guest’s Room

All professions have unique secrets, and that goes double for people who work with the public – there is just no shortage of weirdness when part of your job includes working with other human beings.

That goes double, I would think, for people whose job it is to clean up after people.

These 17 stories from hotel workers are for sure proving my point, so please enjoy.

17. What did he expect?

We had a swingers group stay at the hotel for a few nights. They had a rave going on up on the second floor, there were naked people everywhere on the floors, kids were freaked out by it, other guests were complaining.

On top of that, families could hear the couples running from rooms and constantly f*cking. One guy had found out his wife was pregnant with another guys child so he decided to throw the tv out the window.

It was complete chaos and this is a luxury hotel.

16. I’m guessing some kind of substance was involved.

I had a guy who said his microwave didn’t work and I went up to the room and he locked a plate of food in the safe.

15. I hope they threw out the tongs.

I use to install flooring all over the place in various hotels, during one of the routine installations I had to move the bed, as soon as a moved it over.

I saw it, a behemoth of a purple d*ldo.

Absolutely massive, we ended up jokingly chasing the owner of the hotel around for a bit with it with it held in some tongs before we tossed it.

14. You almost have to be impressed.

Well..

-checked empty room left with doors wide open, on table was brown bag with over $20000 cash

-tried to wake a guy up to checkout, but he was dead

-basketball team used a toilet for communal poops, no flushing. All weekend. The entire toilet was encased in a mountain of poop. They must have had to stand on the ledge of the sink and lean over. Or straddle one foot on the bathtub and somehow not fall into it. It took devotion. Horrible and wtf at the same time.

13. That’s going to be a bad Yelp! review.

I worked at a pretty crappy low budget “3 star” hotel in Canada a year back. On my last month there, a guest came in to request to visit a potential room. Now, I didn’t discover this myself, but I had no choice to afterwards.

The guest comes back after the visit clearly pissed and leaves without saying anything. I go check the room afterwards only to discover a pillow head completely covered in human feces. Someone had wiped their ass. Hell, even the room cleaning staff “didn’t” notice it as it was clearly obviously found behind a chair.

This was supposed to be a clean room ready to rent for the night..

12. That’s definitely something.

Ducklings.

The guest said the mother had died and started looking after the ducklings herself.

We found them in the lodge bathroom.

After that they were kept in someone’s office till the right people came to collect them.

11. I think they should have called the police.

My employer is not a hotel but an online hotel booking website.

We have been contacted by a hotel before who was “complaining” about a guest.

The guests were found unconscious, on the balcony, completely covered in blood, naked, with a knife.

The room was an absolute horror show.

10. I can’t believe they threw her away.

There was this one guy who stayed at least one night every week and he always requested the same room.

We thought he was maybe making drug deals or something so we searched the room after he checked out one day.

Turns out he was hiding a blowup doll under the mattresses. We threw it away and he only came back once after that. I kinda felt bad for him.

9. They got their money’s worth out of that.

My boss has told me the story of a couple on their honey moon

So we basically set out to try and get things our guests ask for and these newlyweds wanted a chocolate fountain. Sure, my boss thought, wouldn’t be to much of a hassle right? No, they had to search like hell to find one.

Well after the couples stay they check out and don’t really say much. When the maid is going to clean the room she basically goes in and starts laughing, my boss comes into the room to and there is chocolate f*cking everywhere, you could see her a**cheeks in the bed and on the table and even in the roof.

You could make out where they started and where they stopped.

8. This makes me mad.

Cats. Cats everywhere.

And a $100 tip with a not that said, “thanks for taking care of these guys, be back in a week.”

She didn’t come back.

7. I’m thinking that cleaning was a waste of money.

A man was having his house deloused and deep cleaned and wound up staying at the local Marriott that I worked for at the time. He was there for something like 30 days or so, drunk off his ass and high on something the entire time.

He never once let housekeeping in. After his departure, the cleaning staff finally entered the room. They were horrified not only by the stench of the place, but also by the utter wreck he left behind. Basically every single piece of furniture was severely damaged, the floors stained and greasy, the linens too far gone for further use, and rotten food everywhere.

It took a week to get the room back in rotation. No wonder it took a month to get his house cleaned up and free of vermin.

6. I think I would quit.

One of my relatives worked in the hotel industry. There was a guest who just left, and when the cleaning ladies entered the room, one of them noticed a pungent smell.

Went into the washroom and holy mother of god.

Apparently someone stuffed a towel filled with poop down the toilet bowl, and the floor was covered with weird yellow stains.

5. I…don’t know what to say.

There are always three rooms that will stand out to me above all else though:

1) We had this guy stay for a full week without letting housekeeping into his room. Each day we brought him new towels and new trash bags and he would meet us at the door to take them. When he left, we were terrified of what we would find, but the room was spotless. He had not touched a thing, and had even gone behind himself to clean with bleach. All the towels we brought him were folded up neatly, apparently unused. Even the bed was how we had left it. Super weird.

2) Walked into a family’s room to replace towels and do general clean up while they were still there and was met by their 12 year old son jacking off. This is after I knocked on the door and he said it was ok to enter. I immediately left the room and returned an hour later when his parents were around. The whole time I was making up the room, the boy sat on the bed crying.

3) Worst room I ever walked into was not dirty in any way. General dirtiness from use, but nothing special. Or at least that’s what I thought until I checked under the bed. There was a GIANT blood stain, taking up almost all of the floor under the king sized bed. We immediately left the room and called the police. I dont know if anything ever came of it, but we shut down the room for two weeks so we could completely replace EVERYTHING.

4. That is all horrible.

I used to serve room service in a hotel that was near a major national hospital, and the two locations had reached some sort of business agreement where people going into surgery could stay at the hotel the night/nights before for a discount rate.

During my three years there, we had about six guests die during the night while waiting for surgery. It was always handled in a really hush-hush manner, but it was always f*cked up to hear about.

We also had a couple of p**n shoots go down in the guest rooms. Getting a room service request for four bottles of coffee and lots of wine at half-past midnight was always a good sign that something sketchy was going on…as was opening the door to see filming lights and tripods.

3. My heart!

We had an elderly (70s) couple stay with us once who were the absolute best. We offered a complimentary dinner around 6 p.m., and the wife had come over to the front desk and brought me a plate of dinner, saying “You’re far too skinny to get any girls, young man.”

I thanked her and ate it, while her husband walked up, gave her a leash, and she left to go walk the dog outside while her husband and I talked about what they were doing in my neck of the woods. They go back to their rooms about half an hour later, and I go about my business.

Around 8:30, he calls down crying, saying his wife won’t wake up. I go up there, calling 911, but I found that she had passed away, sleeping on his shoulder, while they were watching Wheel of Fortune.

I wept like a girl that night, and kept him company while he tried to call his children, who weren’t picking up their phones.

2. That’s definitely weird.

As the owner of a bed and breakfast place the craziest thing i found was an old battered notebook with “Why i love salad” written on the front.

And then literally 40-80 pages on why salad was amazing.

There’d be the occasional suggestion that the author believed salad to be alive in some sense. Looked like it had been written on and off over the course of several years.

1. That wasn’t in the job description.

I work at a low-budget hotel in western PA. Like two weeks ago we had a guest who was getting kicked out for not paying their bill (they had stayed with us for a few months but started slacking on paying what was due). Well checkout time comes, they haven’t checked out with the office.

We go to knock on the door, no reply. We go I side and find them (two ladies in their 50s) dead from an overdose. They had apparently been dead for around 12 hours. Coroner comes and we find out that he needs helping moving the bodies, so me and a few of my coworkers have to lift these two bigger dead ladies and transport them out of the room, down the stairwell, and into the coroner’s vehicle.

Sure, they were in body bags at that point, but still it was so surreal because nobody saw this coming. We all loved them, they just couldn’t pay their bill anymore and killed themselves. They left behind a “note of self destruction” and everything.

I’m appalled, but I don’t think I’m surprised.

If you’ve worked in a hotel, hit us with your best stories in the comments!

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These People Left a Sketchy Situation and Never Looked Back

Whether it’s a sketchy date, or a moment in time where something – or everything – just feels totally off, we’ve all been there.

Those are the moments when listening to our guts, or those little voices in the back of our heads, is more important than ever – and these 15 people didn’t hesitate when their’s started talking.

15. Red flag.

I was at a party, it was a bunch of suburban teenagers like myself at the time.

There was this dude I didn’t recognize walking around and acting super hard, even though he was really scrawny.

He finally got to me, and was like, “yo, I got AK47s for sale, you want one?” I was like, dude, shut up, you ain’t got sh%t.

He takes me out to his car and opens the trunk. It is FULL of guns piled on top of one another. Handguns, assault rifles, shotguns, you name it.

I ended up sneaking out, hopping in my car and heading home.

This dude ended up being a known foot soldier type for a gang out of the nearest big city. He got arrested a few days later when he got stopped for speeding, the cops searched his car and found the guns. He was only 16.

14. She did think about it.

I was in my mid-20s, working myself to absolute death in a small-town office supply store. I mean, the amount of work I was doing as a department specialist was staggering. I was basically working and running half the store myself, so the store manager didn’t have to – while the assistant manager above me was doing nothing but taking a paycheck, stealing digital cameras, and lying about being a trained ninja, and staff was kept to a minimum to make store numbers look better. I was just straight-up in retail hell.

It’s also important to note that my store manager was an arrogant, incapable asshole two steps from heart failure, who had been shunted to that small-town store just to get him out of the way – twice. They’d had to remove him for a while based on employee and customer complaints, some of them in the vein of sexual harassment. I don’t know how he managed to keep his job.

Anyway, one day, he comes up to me. He’s concerned about my attitude. “Customers love you. You know what you’re doing, you do great work. But as soon as you’re not talking to a customer, your whole attitude changes. You never speak to me with respect or enthusiasm. I can see on your face that you don’t want to be here. I mean, look at me! If you just improved your attitude and wanted to be here, you could be me in a couple years! Think about it!”

So I did. And that night, I went home, applied to go back to school, and quit my job the next day.

13. All for the best, I suppose.

I was roofing and getting paid by the day, after a few months I asked to get paid piece work.

My pay for that week was about double and the boss said he had to put me back to daily rate next week….I said goodbye and started my own business.

12. Middle schoolers, man.

When 8th graders had me crying into my pillow every night and drinking wine every time I could.

I quit teaching and joined a lab.

11. Sometimes people are the worst.

Worked at a pizza place for seven years, and the last two it was getting annoying. The new manager was a jerk, pathological liar and got upset at others for leaving on time when he always left 2-3 hours early from openings.

There were a couple of near-quits, one especially on a very busy morning where I was trying to finish day prep, answer phones and take deliveries. I get back from a double and the boss is at the salad line trying to finish up a salad and there are no black olives, and asks me ‘Are there olives in the fridge?”

I say not yet, haven’t gotten to them yet and he angrily replies “You know it’s your fucking job, right?”

I sigh and he adds “DOn’t take back to me!”

I let it slide.

But the last draw was when my mother passed away.

When she went in to the hospital (30 days before her death), I informed work I would be up there with her anytime they scheduled any sort of procedure. It seemed okay, at first, but now comes a Saturday I had requested off and got scheduled anyway. I was like, fine, whatever… for the week.. but then on Friday I was told my mother was going in for a serious procedure on Saturday, so I told my boss. His reply “You asked for the day off, so you’re just using her as an excuse.”

I replied, “No, but you’re the reason I quit.”

That was that. Mother passed away with in a week and I am grateful I was with her instead of at work.

10. Always check your stubs.

I worked in a bookstore and was about to get a monthly-hour contract instead of just a call-up contract. Everything seemed to go fine, i even called up one of the higher ups to confirm stuff was in order after some discussion about the amount of hours i should be working, until i realized i wasn’t getting any wage decelerations (or whatever they are called) anymore and my paychecks seemed rather low for the amount id been working.

Fast forward a few months later, covid had hit and i wasn’t able to work anymore due to regulations, and i had been sending a mail every week about the paychecks, cause i didn’t get a response. I finally get notice that there was an accident because there was “confusion over my contract”.

I wrote up a quick mail to the higher ups about some questions i had regarding their policy of payment through inability to work and their lack of communication. I was expecting the boss to send me a mail, but after two weeks of nothing, he came by the store while i was working with customers without any indication and asked me what my problems were.

Shaking and angry i quickly listed my issues, and he dismissed all of them. Saying the info was either none of my business or that it was outside of his control and could therefore not do anything. I was flabbergasted, and felt isolated. My manager was willing to help but was scared to speak up to the guy out of fear of losing her job.

I decided to call up a public lawyer, and help me out. A month later i get a mail from the boss still claiming that everything was correct and that he would pay 250 euros to stay hush hush.

I was fuming at this point, and didn’t give in. Two weeks later and i he finally conceded in paying my wages correctly for that half year. Amounting to almost 1500 euros.

I had already written my resignation letter at this point. But boy did it feel good.

Turns out they payed me for about 7 hours less per week for almost four months

9. Hindsight is 20/20.

Got injured on the job to the point I had to be off to recover while receiving physical therapy. Went in one day just in time to have my HR call the physical therapist to tell her they’d canceled my insurance. My physical therapist, to their credit put the phone on speaker to let me hear what was going on.

I’d been with the organization 16 years, had pulled numerous all-nighters, sacrificed events with my family and holidays, vacation time, you name it AND put up with a ton of shit from my boss and her cronies, the grown version of the Mean Girls if you will. According to them I was often the most incompetent lazy terrible person there. I put up with it for way too long, because I loved the clients I worked with and I believed in what we were doing.

But that day was my, “F*ck this sh%t, I’m out,” moment. I cussed HR out over the phone and never set foot in the place again. Not even to pick up my last paycheck, which was all of a measly $10 I’d earned the day I went back to work part-time only to get yelled at for not writing someone else’s press release to their liking.

No regrets except I should have quit sooner. It’s just not worth giving 200% when all you get back is the kind of criticism and backstabbing that makes you cry every night when you go home and cry every morning getting ready for work.

Life is good now.

8. Back in the day.

I was the assistant manager of a local pizza franchise that barely exists anymore (I wonder why!). The manager found a better opportunity somewhere else and left, and the woman they replaced him with was probably one of the dumbest people I’ve ever worked with.

You see, we had this deal at our pizza chain where you always got two pizzas with your order (no it wasn’t Little Ceasars). Basically, all that was offered on the menu was a two for one deal for all pizzas.

Well, we had one older gentleman who was living alone after his wife passed away and he loved our pizza. He came in like twice a week, paid full price but only had us make one pizza for him. He always firmly insisted on paying full price and only taking one pizza.

So he comes in for his usual pizza run on this stupid manager’s second day and I grab his single pizza and hand it to him. She comes flying out of the office and starts yelling at me, “Where is his other pizza?!? Why are you trying to cheat this man?” So I calmly explained to her that this was his usual routine and he even told her he was happy with it.

She flies into an even bigger hissy fit yelling something like “Well that’s not company policy, he’s only allowed to order what’s on the menu, and we don’t make special deals with specific customers.”

I looked at her and said, “You realize we’re saving the company money by only making one pizza, and he’s fine with that, right?”

She screeches, “I don’t care. I’m going to report you for this.”

So I pulled my apron off, threw it in her chest and said, “Don’t bother, I quit. You’re too stupid to work for” and walked out the door with the customer. We had a good laugh about it in the parking lot.

Anyhow, I got a job at Blockbuster video right after that, and that was an infinitely better job in every way.

7. I hope he gets in trouble.

Recently worked for a dentist who was committing all kinds of insurance fraud. Now I’m as honest as they come, and this wasn’t okay with me. Especially knowing my name would be on some of the correspondence.

Add to that, this guy was a complete jackass. He thought nothing of berating me in front of patients. I’ve been doing what I do for a lot longer than him, and that kind of disrespect I won’t tolerate.

I left for lunch, sent a text saying I was done and I went home.

6. We’ll just see about that.

When my boss told me I didn’t have the nerve to quit my job.

Handed my notice in 10 minutes after he said it.

5. The woods are never safe.

Was in a forest with a few friends having some fun being oblivious kids. We had just crossed a small river with a large incline on both sides. We go to the other side and started to walk.

I looked at a tree and stopped (I still have no clue what made me feel like stopping) a guy in full gray clothes stepped out from behind the tree and pulled what looked like a gun from his back. For people that may ask it was just a handgun.

Safe to say me and my friends ran as fast as we could without looking back through the forest crossing the river without caring about the makeshift bridge we built and ran straight through. When we got out I realized how bad that could have been.

4. Good for her.

I was working a particularly awful nursing home as a CNA. I was bullied by some of the other CNAs as well as one terrible nurse. I put up with it for a year and put in my 2w notice. I only told management, not the other staff. On my second to last day there, that nurse decided to scream in my face about some imaginary infraction.

About an hour later I learned that the company that had bought the facility earlier in the year had decided anyone who’d been working there less than a year on the sale date would not get any vacation days. I’d also only be getting half my sick days paid out when I quit. That meant 2.5 days of pay.

And I learned that if I didn’t complete my 2 weeks of notice, I’d forfeit those 2.5 days.

I realized 2.5 days of pay wasn’t worth the abuse I was having to endure and I told the DON at the end of that day that I was never coming back. She tried to talk me into it, but it didn’t work.

3. Never going camping.

My grandpa was born in 1915. When he was a kid sometime in the twenties, him and his grandpa went squirrel hunting in the woods of Kentucky. They were hiking through the woods and found a clearing with a still. They heard from the trees,

“What y’all doin?”

“Just out squirrel hunting”

“Ain’t no squirrels round here”

“Sure ain’t”

They proceeded to swiftly nope the f*ck out of there.

2. Someone has regrets.

Worked for someone who hired her lazy brother-in-law as part of my team. I had to do all the work on my own, but not only did he take credit for my work, he threw me under the bus. (Boss wanted to upgrade the antiquated system we were using, but the lazy BIL said there was nothing wrong with our current system and blamed me for not knowing how to do it right even though I was the one who made it work at all in the first place.)

Boss took his word for it and then told me I should learn how to do it properly under Lazy’s guidance. So I said f*ck this and I turned in my resignation letter the next day. I offered to help train whoever they were gonna hire to replace me. Boss said, “No need. (Lazy) can handle it.”

Okay then.

A couple of months later, I get a text message from my old boss, who has never texted me before, acting like an old friend wanting to catch up before asking me to come back…

1. Why not all three?

Me and my brother were chilling outside a 711 talking to a homeless guy and he offered to take us into an alley and let us try some crack.

Still not sure if he wanted to rob us, let us try his crack, or let us try his crack lmao.

I hope if I’m ever in a similar situation I have as many guts!

Do you have a similar story to add to the list? Please hit us with it in the comments!

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This is How 16 People Immediately Lost Interest in Their Crush

Relationships are really hard. Finding people you like to begin with might be even harder, and those first days and weeks, when no one is super invested, are always tricky.

One little thing can be enough to tip the scales in your favor – or not – and these 16 people found they just couldn’t go on after the rose-colored glasses came off.

16. Ew, too much.

Sent me a snap chat of them on the shi**er.

Then said “what? you dont like my poop selfies?”

I had only matched with them on tinder like 5 days before.

15. She’ll always put herself first.

They asked me to take credit for a car accident they caused. I was sitting in the backseat, with another friend of mine, and she turned around to talk to the friend, while putting her foot on the gas; she rear-ended the car in front of her.

I was the only other person in the car with a license and she panicked. She asked me to quickly get in the drivers seat so the woman whose car got hit would think I hit her. I didn’t hate her for it or anything, but something like that really kills feelings.

14. Who does that?

Spit on the ground at the pool. Ain’t nobody got time to step in swimmer goop.

13. What a jerk.

Told me to get my toes “fixed”. Two toes on each foot are HALF webbed. I like them at think they make me look cool and different without being weird or gross.

I was gonna give the guy a bj after we went swimming but sitting by the pool and hearing his opinion of my toes absolutely killed anything I felt. I just told him to leave & that was the end of it.

12. That’s not okay.

Kept squirming his tongue randomly like he was licking something.

11. Suck it up, indeed.

Wore a mesh mask at a place where masks were mandatory.

I don’t like masks either but either suck it up or don’t go places where they’re required.

10. We could all keep going. Sadly.

Would drift while I was in the car because he knew it scared me. He also made me feel like a complete idiot all the time.

Different guy: laughed when I told him how I had been stalked in middle school. Instant nope from me. (He, somewhat unsurprisingly, proceeded to stalk me.)

Guy #3: I heard and saw the way he talked to/treated his mom. If he can’t show the woman who birthed him basic respect, I doubted he would have much for me down the road.

I could keep going, but I think that’s enough for now.

9. When you know, you know.

One of my ex boyfriends yelled at the waitress because she brought out our food and his entree was touching the side dish on his plate.

I was already thinking about ending things, but that accelerated our breakup and I dumped him that same night.

8. Yes, vaping too.

Usually, smoking.

With very few exception.

7. Horrible human.

Said, without knowing it applied to me, that people like me deserved to be rounded up and killed.

6. So many red flags.

Two immediately come to mind.

First was a guy I dated who was great until I heard him make jokes about disabled people and also say the n-word (he’s very white).

Second was a girl who told me that she and her friends go to restaurants and stores and try to be as loud, annoying, rude, and disruptive as they can until they get kicked out. They apparently literally go to the mall and try to get kicked out of as many stores as possible. I don’t have time for people who needlessly bother and disrespect workers like that.

5. That’ll do it.

We talked some politics.

He said, “Trump loves America and pu*sy, so how could I not love him too?”

Attraction gone.

4. Grounds for execution.

Went into the work fridge, shook up a random soda can and laughed uncontrollably for a few seconds and said whoops.

3. My nose is wrinkled so hard.

This very handsome guy I worked with had slept with someone else we worked with. She wasn’t well liked, so I guess he didn’t want people to know about it, but she told everyone (and showed me texts between them, so I knew she was telling the truth), so he would talk s**t about her constantly. He would say some truly awful things about her and it turned me off of him so bad that i just tried to avoid him.

If you’re gonna sleep with someone you work with, you should be on the same page as far as telling other people. And if you don’t make that clear with the other person, don’t try to cover your a$s by being a disgusting jerk.

2. I bet she was surprised.

in my early 20s, dated a girl for a couple of months. One day we were walking around a mall and I mentioned there was something I liked. A little while later she “presented” me with a present.

It was a silver bracelet (the item I was admiring)… asked her when she bought it and she replied “I didn’t, I stole it”. I looked at her and asked “for real”? She said “yep”, I told her to take it back and that I didn’t want to see her anymore.

Too bad, she was a cute girl.

1.  Well, that’s awkward.

Found out she had a boyfriend. Gave up because I’m not an a**hole and her bf was my friend.

I’m so glad dating is not my thing anymore.

Now I just have to live with the consequences of my own choices. Easy enough.

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Sailors Share All the Crazy Stuff They’ve Seen at Sea

Sailing sounds very romantic or very awful, depending on your affinity for the sea.

Regardless of whether or not you’d actually go get your own sea legs, you’ve got to be at least a little bit curious about what’s out there, right?

I know I am, and these 13 stories from sailors really deliver.

13. I think I would have left, too.

Off the coast of Mombassa – a super pod of dolphins stretching as far as I could see in all 4 directions.

Porpoising like mad – hauling a**.

Chasing sardines or outrunning orcas.

12. Ghost ship?

A good friend of mine captains a beautiful Sportfish boat for his boss. Spends its winters in Florida and summers in New York. I usually fly down in the spring to FL to give a hand running it back north and we always have a ton of fun and fish on the way. One night on the journey we decide to keep steaming through the night to get to a spot we wanted to fish at first light the next morning. Probably ~100 miles offshore so there’s basically nobody around.

Little about the boat, absolute beast. Radar, AIS for ship tracking and info from other craft with AIS, FLIR night vision camera, depth Sounders…….literally every gadget to keep you safe even on the darkest of nights….

So we’re cruising along in absolute PITCH black night, just cruising 12-15 knots with every electronic on. Now, If you’ve never been offshore at night, you don’t know true black night. There’s nothing, like nothing. Spot lights, LED panels……you can see the waves a few feet in front of the boat and that’s it….we always have at least 2 guys up, one on the wheel and one keeping an eye on the electronics. So, somewhere off the Carolinas, we pick something up on radar….definitely a large boat. We had the range at like 10 miles on the machine, so we should definitely see this thing by now…..a guy could light up a smoke 5 miles away and you’ll see the lighter (THAT dark). But……nothing. No AIS readout on it so it’s not broadcasting its info. We keep getting closer and closer, miles counting down, blip getting bigger on the radar screen….still, nothing. Now we’re within a mile of this thing (whatever the F it could possibly be) and we have all eyes up top……..

Literally out of the most insane darkness is this broadside fucking NAVY SHIP. Absolutely massive. Not a single light on. Not a single person out on any of the decks. Just there. Floating. It creeped me so far the f*ck out.

11. What a way to go.

Got roped into sea trials for an aircraft carrier several years back when I worked for Huntington-Ingalls.

Couldn’t sleep one night and decided to go up to the flattop in the middle of the night to get some fresh air. It was eerily quiet and the water had this odd obsidian black mirror sheen. Kinda hypnotic.

Dunno how long I stood there but apparently it was long enough to warrant a roving watch to get my attention and escort me back below.

Got chewed out by my supervisor the following morning when he found out; turns out a lot of civvies and sailors over the years have fallen/”fallen” into the sea at night.

10. Stop playing with your dinghy!

Seamen jumping overboard to capture their dinghy which somehow got away from the ship.

9. That’s a mystery.

We found a human finger in a sea chest (basically a filter for sea water that’s used to cool fresh water etc).

The thing is though it must’ve been pulled in when deep at sea because the chest was cleaned every 2-4 weeks and we’d been deep Sea for 6 weeks at that point.

Was creepy and we reported it but nothing came of it.

8. So many questions!

I was in a cruise boat and we were chugging along the very busy waterways of Shanghai approaching the area where the Huangpu river joins the Yangtze.

The waterway is colossal and one of the busiest shipping routes, with traffic heading in all directions which creates a lot of large swells.

I looked over the edge and down about fifty feet away and there is a man, he was sitting precariously cross legged paddling along on a door.

7. I like this guy.

I wouldn’t say anything I saw was particularly strange. But maybe my standard for “strange” is a little skewed.

I saw a lot of wonderful things though, like massive schools of giant manta rays feeding in the bay, clouds of mayflies dying by the millions on our bow, sea birds in the absolute middle of nowhere, and the best view I’ve ever had of the milky way.

There were also some odd and funny things that were usually products of civilization more than anything, like giant cat fish eating our cooked sewage as we pumped it over the side, people boating in the shipping lanes on rafts made of garbage, and sailing through what looked like a post-apocalyptic hellscape while riders tried desperately to con the crew out of everything we owned. The most ridiculous thing I saw was using a 1000ft ro-ro to go trawling for tuna, while staying close enough to land to be able to pick up the playoffs for the captain.

Sailing is weird, and while there are some truly awesome sights like Saint Elmo’s fire and the like, the vast majority of the strange stuff you run into is just part of civilisation.

Edit: my buddy says “if you’re talking about sailors, there’s nothing strange to me anymore. Sailors have a reputation as weirdos for good reason. As far as everything else out there, it’s classified.”

6. A nightmare tour.

I’m not a sailor but one time I went on a glass bottom boat tour. The captain accidentally went the wrong way to come back in and took us out to sea. There were maybe 60 people staring down threw the glass bottom in a 3 foot swells.

Didn’t take long before people starting throwing up. Id say about 40 people puked on the glass. It was a nightmare. Barf sloshing around. Everyone moaning, kids crying, women screaming.

It was f*cking terrifying and disgusting. It was traumatic. I’ll always remember that

5. What happened down there?

A bunch of us were smoking on the starboard fuel deck, and we saw the front half of a shark float aft.

Like, cleanly cut, from about 4 inches behind the dorsal fin.

Conversations went kind of quiet as about 45 people just stared at it and wondered about ocean madness.

Good times!

4. Kinda spooky is wild.

Found this odd if not strange when I started sailing. On ships we can have days which are more or less than 24 hours.On multi day voyages clocks are advanced as we travel east and retarded as we travel west to adjust with local time.

The wall clock in our cabins were analog but the advancement or retardation was automated by some mechanism. For an hour of retardation the minute hand would smoothly glide anti-clockwise a full circle.

This was usually done at mid night. Kinda looked spooky if you were awake.

3. Everyone has to scratch that itch.

Was on bow watch on the tall ship Bounty back in 1997 sailing down the St Lawrence when the ship shuddered to the side by like 2 feet.

Looked over the railing to see a 65 foot Right Whale scratching it’s back on the side of our boat. I was about 10 feet from it and at 6’7″ I felt incredibly small.

Only time in my life I was completely speechless

2. Ah, the joys of the sea.

Not a sailor per se but I spent a couple of years recreationally sailing in the Gulf of Mexico. I rarely spent the night out on the boat, but was out almost every day. I was out one evening with a friend who was visiting.

I want to say it was between 10pm-11pm and the boat started violently rocking back and forth for a few seconds, even though waters were pretty calm. We can’t really see much but we saw these three really dark and large shapes swim underneath the boat.

Scared the sweet Jesus out of us, we definitely felt for a second that we were going to capsize and then likely die.

1. The hazing will be brutal.

A glowing iceberg.

I was on the bridge at night, it was getting fairly foggy out so we had to be extra vigilant. I started to see this little light on the horizon. I knew it wasn’t another ship or shore light because we were in the middle of the Arctic Ocean with no land for miles. I wanted to get a better visual on it so I didn’t report it right away. As time went on I could see this light getting bigger and it was looking pretty…. icebergy.

So as weird as it was to me; I reported it to my officer of the watch stating that it was a “glowing iceberg”.

Super confused he took a look in and what he told me….I will never live it down.

…it was the moon. I reported the moon.

How utterly fascinating!

If you’ve seen something super cool out on the water, please share the story with us in the comments.

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Terrifying Incidents That Happened in Broad Daylight

When we think about scary events, we often picture them happening in the dead of night. Maybe the person is somewhere they shouldn’t have been, or they made some choices that made it easier for the bad thing to find them.

We know that’s not true (right?). Bad things can happen any time, to any one – even people who have done everything “right” as far as keeping safe.

These 15 people’s stories are all the proof we need.

15. Glad Mom was there.

Almost drowned as a 6 year old in a populated adult pool.

I was floundering for what felt like a minute, quickly loosing breath and swallowing water.

No around me heard my gargled cries. No one helped.

Thank god my mother pulled me out before it was too late.

And that’s how i developed my fear of water.

14. So not ok.

I was 18 or 19 and picking up a prescription at the pharmacy. While I was waiting in line, a man (who I guess was waiting in line as well) started taking pictures of my feet with his cell phone. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle, just kind of bent over and aimed his phone at my feet. I moved a few feet away and he just followed me.

The pharmacist saw the whole thing and mouthed “do you know him?” I shook my head with my eyes wide, grabbed my prescription and bolted away from the counter. I hid in the store until I saw him leave and drive off because I was afraid he might follow me.

Maybe not terrifying, but definitely unnerving and creepy. Still creeps me out thinking about it.

13. That’s a rough ten seconds.

Sixteen, female fresh out from school for the day.

Take bus home and am standing next to a kid who felt like wearing all red. Car pulls up and a guy in the backseat has a handgun.

Points it at the kid in the red but I knew more or less everyone at the bus stop was going to get shot because some dumba** wanted to wear gang-affiliated colors.

Light turns green and the driver goes and I’m left reeling with the whole “what if” scenarios for a few days.

12. More people should do something.

A friend and I had just ridden our wave boards like nerds from the engineering dorm down into the public square (Red Square at UW, we rode down nonstop from McCarty hall) and were sitting on the library steps watching the sunset. Across the way near the smoke stacks, we saw a couple yelling at one another really exaggeratedly. The guy then grabbed the girl and started hauling her about. We were amused, as we thought they were just play fighting – there was a large group of students sitting right next to them watching and doing nothing either. Nothing seemed wrong until he threw her to the ground, and started dragging her towards the stairwell leading to the parking garage.

During this time, a group of five girls left the garage and walked past. The girl, still being forcibly dragged, pleaded to them, “Please help me!” – we could hear her clearly from across the square. The girls looked and did nothing, and kept walking. Nobody on the stairs moved, either. They just watched. My friend and I got up and started walking quickly towards them, but they disappeared into the stairwell before we got halfway across. There, we intercepted the girls who had passed them.

“Did you see that?” they were asking amongst themselves, worriedly. I glared at them for not stopping.

I sent my friend into Odegaard library to have the help desk call the campus police. While he did that I went into the stairwell and headed down the steps, all the while hearing the girl screaming while the guy kept hitting her and shouting at her.

I got to the bottom platform, passing two people on their way up. One was joking about how it looked like the guy was going to kill his girlfriend. They were amused and unconcerned, and ignored me.

The bottom platform has double-swinging doors that lead to a smaller room with an elevator, and then more doors leading directly into the garage. The guy and girl were in this room, and I was in the stairwell just outside. I waited there for campus police while the guy kept yelling and the girl kept crying. After about thirty seconds, he hit her again, and hefted my wave board, kicked the door open and shouted (rather lamely) “STOP IT OR I’LL HIT YOU!”

The girl took this opportunity to break free and run up the stairs. The guy (taller and more muscular than me, whoops) looked surprised as well but didn’t move, he saw my club-like board and gave up immediately. He tried to explain that his girlfriend was threatening to have him deported (he was in the US illegally past his visa or something) and he was trying to blackmail him or something of the sort. I held him there for a few minutes waiting for campus police, but they still didn’t show up. I finally told him to get on the elevator and to stay away from the girl, and that I’d beat the shit out of him if I saw him doing that again. He scrammed.

Went outside and saw my friend waiting. He said the front desk at the library wasn’t willing to call the campus police, and when he finally relented and called, they said they would send a unit out. We waited about an hour and nobody showed up.

11. Can’t give up a girl like that.

I was a Senior in High School and was dropping my girlfriend off at her house. She lived in a pretty ghetto area, and I was from the “nice” part of town. As I was saying bye to her, her neighbor from across the street walked over to us and started yelling at me.

This guy was our age and I guess she knew him as well. He started yelling at me for some reason, so I started walking towards him to do who knows what, when he said “I have a gun and I’m gonna fucking kill you”. At this I just stop in my tracks trying to determine if he’s being serious.

And then my girlfriend stalks past me, walks up to him and slaps him in the face as hard as she can and yells “get the f*ck out of here Junior and go home!”.

I stood there thinking “Holy sh%t, she just owned that guy”. That was 15 years ago and we’re now expecting our third kid ?

10. Talk about an overreaction.

My dog and I are stopped at a crosswalk and he barks and scares this woman. As soon as he barked the walk dude came up to cross but the lady started yelling about my needing to control my dog and she pulled out a taser.

I’m just trying to get across the street and she starts making even a bigger scene saying how she’s going to shock me. My dog is barking at the crazy lady we are standing in the street now, at a busy intersection and I thought to myself I’m about to get tased in front of all these people.

9. This hurts my heart.

When I was in 5th grade, I had a seizure in the middle of class. When I woke up on the floor, kids were running around me and laughing, and the teacher was yelling at me to get back in my desk and stop trying to get attention.

Everything hurt and I was completely out of it for the rest of the day, and I didn’t understand anything about what happened, or just how big of a shitlord the teacher was, until a couple of years later.

8. All too common.

A couple of years ago I was jogging in the centre of my town as usual, when I realized I was being followed by some guy I had never seen.

He kept trying to talk to me, and at some point he grabbed me from behind and went full molester on me. I shook free then started screaming, knocking on the hood of a car passing by. He ran away, never to be found.

I couldn’t jog for over a year.

7. What a complete creep.

Recently went to Dolphin Cove to take care of my number one bucket list item, swim with sharks. I went with my best friend. Her and I are in our 40’s and cute enough in our own right. Our shark trainer flirted with us but we thought nothing of it.

Once we were in the water, we had to sit on a bench. He maneuvered the shark on our lap. Part of the program was the trainer guiding our hands to feel the shark. He put both of our hands on his very erect penis. We again kind of blew it off thinking it was an accident.

Then he told us to spread our legs so we could hold and balance the shark on our legs. He slid his hand up our thighs and got his fingers under both of our bottoms before we stopped him.

We both felt violated and it ruined my very top bucket list item experience for me. It horrifies and frightens me to think of how often he’s done that with other women and kids.

6. I think I would have said something.

As a young teenager, in the early 90s I went to a slightly low-rent amusement park on a school trip. They had some rides, nothing like the huge ones at premium parks, but there was a reasonable looking rollercoaster – with a full loop and a corkscrew-style part (I’m sure there’s a bunch of terminology I don’t know about rides, so don’t mind me).

My group of friends all decided to give it a try. I’d never been on one, so while I was a bit scared, it looked pretty cool, so why not? Our group all get on at the same time, talking and bullshitting each other in the way excited kids do.

The cars start moving backwards up a slope. Once it gets to near the top, the cars would release and go down the track. We’re still moving up the slope and I look across at my friend and his restraint is down. Mine isn’t. Oh shit.

I panic naturally. We must be over a hundred feet up, on a 45′ slope. There’s nothing I can do to get off and it can’t be too long until the cars will drop. I grab my restraint and pull it down across my chest. I think it locks into place, but now the cars drop.

I can’t do a fucking thing except hold on. The speed pins me into my seat, and while I don’t think I’d come out in the corkscrew part, here comes the loop. As I pass the top of the loop I feel the cars slow just a little. My knuckles must have been transparent, they were gripping the edge of my seat so hard in a vain attempt to hold my upside-down ass in the seat…

We exit the loop and go up another slope to then reverse the track direction. As it slows I can just about prise my hands from the seat to check my restraint and it felt secure. Naturally I didn’t quite trust it and I gripped my seat all the way back through the course.

I got off the ride in a daze and never said a thing about it.

5. Don’t go after a guy’s mama.

A few things come to mind but this is the biggest one for me…a few years ago I was at the local mall, outside waiting for my mom to get there. I see her car pull up, and she turns around and goes to park. Parking is accomplished without incident. She’s maybe 50 feet away from me. She gets out of the car, and some car drives up into that row of parking about 10 seconds after she finishes parking.

This guy (maybe 45) gets out of his car and starts yelling at my mom for “stealing his parking” (even though he wasn’t anywhere near her when she was parking), calling her some nasty sh%t, and says that if this were his country that “she’d be dead for crossing a man.” Anyways, my mom had parked fair and square.

After he starts throwing this sh%t at her, his relative gets out and also starts yelling at her. I’m a large person (6’1, 230 lbs and I have a lot of muscle but some extra chub too cuz I’m too lazy to diet perfectly and my wife likes it….that’ll be my excuse), but I HATE fighting and violence.

Regardless, I run towards them and my mind goes into warrior mode. This guy was getting uncomfortably close to my mom, so I bark some obscene stuff at him and act like a caveman in heat fighting a sabertooth and the guy actually screamed like a child and fell backwards over his car and begs me not to cut him (I didn’t even have a knife or anything on me).

I tell him that respecting women is both important and honorable and asked him to apologize, and then he drove off. Adrenaline was going crazy and my heart was pounding but my mommy dearest is safe and hopefully d*ckwad learned his lesson.

4. It happens every day.

Walking back from lunch to my office. I work in a urban area but it usually is safe to walk. From the corner of my eye I thought I saw someone following me. Didn’t think too much about it but picked up my pace a little.

I had to stop at the crosswalk and the person behind me catches up and I feel something on my back and he tells me to make a left turn. I turn into the next street and he asks me for all the money in my wallet. I gave it to him and he bolted past me.

It had to be no later than 1:00 PM and I got mugged right in broad daylight.

3. Funny as long as it didn’t happen to you.

Im a little late to this party but here goes. I was on a 300 mile ride on my motorcycle when I stopped for gas at a sketchy gas station. While I’m stopped this homeless guy in a puffy ratty fur jacket and a flava flav style Viking hat rides up on his bicycle with a milk crate for a basket and a home made trailer.

He rings the bell on his handle bar and tells me I have a nice bike as I’m walking in to pay. I say “thanks you too bud” and he charges at me on foot and pushes me, from behind, hard and says “no man I said you have a niiiiiiiiceeeeeeee biiiiiiiiiikkkeee”.

Im freakin out now cuz this dude looks high as hell on something hard and, though I’m not a small dude, I’ve heard drugs make ya fight hella crazy.

So I push this guy to the ground and yell for him to BTFU and he gets up, adjusts his hat and says “this is what you wear when you wanna sing immigrant song by Led Zepplin….. AHHHHHHH-AHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHH!!!!!” then he runs to his bike like a mad man and rides off.

Most terrifying and hilarious thing to every happen to me

Tldr; cranked out homeless dude attacked me in a parking lot. May have been Robert Plant.

2. Hate to think he’s still out there.

I’m a 20-something lady. I was heading home from the gym (tired) dressed elegantly (on my way from work) along a large, well-lit street. About a block from my house, a man first tried to catch my attention and then to grab me and pull towards the bushes on one side of the sidewalk, having already partly removed his pants.

I screamed bloody murder and ran home. After calling the police and describing the attacker, they asked what I was wearing. I was going to get mad, but it turned out he matched the description of a local pedophile suspect that preys on young girls form the nearby school. I was wearing a rather girly navy blue skirt with a white shirt that day.

He was never arrested.

1. This is quite a ride.

I had a friend with primary-progressive MS. He got sick early, too. Only 35. As it progressed to the point that he started relying on a cane (and some days a walker) to get around, you can imagine how he changed. I say this not as excuse for what he did, but so you can understand how anger and depression can make a person behave differently than they had before. By this time, he was not the same man I befriended. I still cared for him and wished him will, but we stopped hanging out after that because his attitude was too terrible.

One evening, we’re sitting around in a bowling alley bar. My friend’s girlfriend is setting up a Karaoke show, and the sun hasn’t even gone down yet. It’s 8:30 at night. Three guys come in and hassle her about wanting to sing now. She tells them it won’t start for an hour. They hassle her some more, then wander off. They bowl, the place starts to gain some customers, the lights in the bar get turned on to balance out “cosmic bowling”. Then these three guys wander back in at about 10. They want to sing.

They get mad when she didn’t remember the songs they’d shouted at her earlier while screwing with her microphones. They get mad again when they’re told they have to fill out the little slips and wait their turn like everybody else. They get mad a third time when she won’t take five dollars to let them go next. By now, our entire group of friends were there and celebrating a birthday. (We are not cool.)

The guys wander away again, then almost get skipped over before showing up to do their turn half an hour later. As they pick up the mics, they shout “WE BETTER GET TWO SONGS FOR MAKING US WAIT, TOO.” into them, causing feedback and a lot of angry people. She tells them “one song. Everybody gets a chance to sing.” It devolves into a full blown argument between them.

My friend, who is having a walker day, gets up to go defend his girlfriend, and in the middle of the shouting, the whole room distinctly hears my friend say “And if a bunch of niggers think they can intimidate my girlfriend…” He trails off as he realizes that the entire bar, and indeed a big chunk of the bowling alley have gone silent.

These guys aren’t about to (and shouldn’t) take that shit, but it didn’t have to go down the way it did. All of a sudden, he’s trying to back away (with his walker) from these three guys who are all twice his size while he apologizes. They’re screaming at him about how he’s a “crippled cracker” and they’re going to make sure he needs a wheelchair if he lives through this and his girlfriend can use the walker after they break her legs too.

Too far. They didn’t have to accept the apology, and if one of them had just punched him, I’d of said that’s fair and he deserved it. But we couldn’t let them do what they were threatening. Next thing I know, two of our friends and I have stood up and I’ve shouted “That’s enough.” Next thing I know, they’re in our faces. One of my friends is just trying to negotiate our way out of it. The other is making threats. I’m just standing there trying not to lose my game face because I’m terrified as fuck of this 350+ pound 6’6″ mountain of a person who’s picked me to square up with.

I manage to duck under the punch he throws at me, and somehow end up behind him. Desperately, I somehow end up with this guy in a full nelson. Except I’m 145 pounds and 5’8″. At this point, I’m this guy’s new cape. He starts swinging around wildly screaming “get him off! Get him off!” The entire room has gone from fear and agression to amusement. I hear people start to laugh. One of his buddies grabs me by the back of the shirt and shoves me away. I stumble, trip over something, and break my nose on the corner of a table. I can’t even claim a decently taken punch to the face.

The Mountain walks over to me. I’m now laying on the ground with blood gushing out of my face. He leans right down over me and shouts “Stay down!” Then he looks at me for a second, points a finger in my face, and says “I get it. You gotta stand up for your boy. What you really gotta do is pick better boys, or educate yours.” Then the waved finger turns into an extended hand and he helps me to my feet. Bartender grabs me a rag, and we all get kicked out together.

When the cops showed up and found us all (except loudmouth) sitting outside congenially, they agreed to let us all go on our way (and drive me to the hospital), if we all agreed to drop the matter. My friend wanted charges pressed against all three and was threatening to sue the bar too. He backed down when I told him I’d break his nose to match mine if he did anything of the sort. It was the scariest moment of my entire life, and the only reason I lived was because The Mountain showed me mercy. This fucker wanted to bankrupt me in lawyer’s fees after that?

That was eleven years ago. I only saw my friend twice after that. Once at a bar, and once at his funeral. I miss the man he was before the MS. I don’t miss the angry, depressed man he became.

I’m legit horrified and promise to be safer in the future, Mom.

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