The terms ‘psycho’ and ‘sociopath’ get thrown around a lot in movies and pop culture. But when you personally meet an actual psychopath or sociopath, it can be bone-chilling.
In a brutally honest AskReddit thread, people who are related to psychopaths shared the heart-stopping moments when they were legitimately scared for their lives. Keep scrolling to read their experiences.
Just be warned that some of these stories are so emotionally intense that they might not be for everyone.
#21
When I was about 11 or 12, and my brother around 6 or 7, I was woken up one night by my mom jumping on/over me, like a flying tackle. I had a pedestal bed that had enough room between it and the wall for walkways on both sides, and she came out of there with my brother and an axe.
My brother and I had separate bedrooms, mine at the very end of the house and his just 5-10 ft from my door. Her bedroom was at the far end of the house. She had woken up suddenly and had the urge to check on us. When she got to his room first in the hallway, she saw his bed was empty. When she walked into mine he was standing over me, one foot on either side of my body, with the axe raised over his head. He was standing still and staring at me, like he was trying to decide if he was gonna do it. She sprinted in and tackled him off me before he could do it.
That was the first in a long line of insane incidents with him, and it's been about 18 years since.
My brother and I had separate bedrooms, mine at the very end of the house and his just 5-10 ft from my door. Her bedroom was at the far end of the house. She had woken up suddenly and had the urge to check on us. When she got to his room first in the hallway, she saw his bed was empty. When she walked into mine he was standing over me, one foot on either side of my body, with the axe raised over his head. He was standing still and staring at me, like he was trying to decide if he was gonna do it. She sprinted in and tackled him off me before he could do it.
That was the first in a long line of insane incidents with him, and it's been about 18 years since.
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#22
I'm shocked by all these stories of psychopath children's and the adults letting their kids be around them even after one incident.
When I was about 4 my cousin tried sticking a stick up my a*s he literally lifted me off the ground with the stick and it only stopped with my screams and my dad ran outside. I was never around my cousin again I never saw him again, he would have been 6 at the time and at 23 he died of a h****n o******e after getting out of prison.
When I was about 4 my cousin tried sticking a stick up my a*s he literally lifted me off the ground with the stick and it only stopped with my screams and my dad ran outside. I was never around my cousin again I never saw him again, he would have been 6 at the time and at 23 he died of a h****n o******e after getting out of prison.
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#23
When I was younger, I was hanging out at my aunt's house playing with my two cousins when they started to fight. We were home alone and the fighting got worse and worse until one of my cousins ran to the kitchen and came charging at us with a knife. He chased us around swinging at us until we were able to lock ourselves in the bathroom until my aunt came home. No one believed us.
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#24
I have a cousin who I always knew was kind of crazy. We live in a major city and he never leaves his family's apartment. He just stays in the apartment drawing and playing games. But even though he's weird I didn't really mind because he's usually very sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly (or so I thought).
When I was in college, I took him and my friend to see a concert. We got pretty drunk and when we came back we were hanging out in his living room. His parents were out of town. He started drawing in his little book and I asked to see it. Turns out he was drawing me sitting there. It was an extremely detailed and accurate drawing of me. I flipped through the book and found all sorts of cool creatures and landscapes, until I landed on... a drawing of his brother, dead and mutilated. An extremely detailed drawing. Turn the page, my dad, dead and mutilated. Turn the page, ME, dead and mutilated. Quietly, my cousin says "Ah, did you find the drawings of the family."
I was in shock and disbelief. "What the f**k is this? Why the f**k would you draw our family like this??" He says something like "I think about it all the time. I think about k***ing you and the rest of them all the time." My friend and I look at each other, frightened and silently planning on how we're going to get out of there. Our shoes were off and our stuff was downstairs. He could see we were upset. He looked disappointed, like we were trying to upset him. "Are you scared?" And as he said that he moved to the kitchen. You had to go past the kitchen to get out of the apartment. I was really worried that he was going to get a knife and try to s**b us or something. I said "Haha no, they're really good, was just surprised at first. They're really impressive though." I had to basically placate him into thinking I was okay with the drawings so that he would let us leave.
He never did anything like this again, but he gets really weird and creepy whenever he drinks or smokes w**d. I told my parents about what happened and they just kind of shrugged and said "Wow that's weird.".
When I was in college, I took him and my friend to see a concert. We got pretty drunk and when we came back we were hanging out in his living room. His parents were out of town. He started drawing in his little book and I asked to see it. Turns out he was drawing me sitting there. It was an extremely detailed and accurate drawing of me. I flipped through the book and found all sorts of cool creatures and landscapes, until I landed on... a drawing of his brother, dead and mutilated. An extremely detailed drawing. Turn the page, my dad, dead and mutilated. Turn the page, ME, dead and mutilated. Quietly, my cousin says "Ah, did you find the drawings of the family."
I was in shock and disbelief. "What the f**k is this? Why the f**k would you draw our family like this??" He says something like "I think about it all the time. I think about k***ing you and the rest of them all the time." My friend and I look at each other, frightened and silently planning on how we're going to get out of there. Our shoes were off and our stuff was downstairs. He could see we were upset. He looked disappointed, like we were trying to upset him. "Are you scared?" And as he said that he moved to the kitchen. You had to go past the kitchen to get out of the apartment. I was really worried that he was going to get a knife and try to s**b us or something. I said "Haha no, they're really good, was just surprised at first. They're really impressive though." I had to basically placate him into thinking I was okay with the drawings so that he would let us leave.
He never did anything like this again, but he gets really weird and creepy whenever he drinks or smokes w**d. I told my parents about what happened and they just kind of shrugged and said "Wow that's weird.".
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#25
My old step son tried to k**l both my sons. Long story short he had been k***ing animals since he was 2 or 3 and his dad refused to get him help. Well my oldest son we found out at 4 he was alergic to bees. So my step son would try to push him into bees "because he wanted to watch what happen when he chokes and died (he was a year older than my 4yo) and when I had my baby with his dad he would always try to push his soft spot. I explained that would k**l him and his answer was "well I want to feel his brains so if he dies it's okay I'll just see him in heaven.... Between this and s**t with his dad I asked for a divorce shortly after son was born and he 100% abandoned my sons and I which I think is for the best p. S. There's way more stories.
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#26
I'm too late, as usual.
My younger brother is a psychopath. I knew something wasn't normal but it wasn't until I escaped to college that I realized how f****d up my childhood was. It isn't normal for a 7 year old to lift a 40lb cat toy and try to smash your head in. Nor is it normal for a 5 year old to throw a heavy pan or sharp knives at you.
My childhood was like a war zone. I cut off ties with him about 10 years ago when he was 14 and tried to murder my father.
That's kind of minor honestly. A psychopath has no conscience. They do what feels good and manipulate people around them to get what they want. It is only the people they are around 24/7 who get to see their true colors. Every time my brother was in a group home, he'd be this angelic wonderful child who everyone loved. After about 4 months though, he'd realize they weren't bending to his will and he'd show his true colors, becoming a violent and destructive hellion.
My younger brother is a psychopath. I knew something wasn't normal but it wasn't until I escaped to college that I realized how f****d up my childhood was. It isn't normal for a 7 year old to lift a 40lb cat toy and try to smash your head in. Nor is it normal for a 5 year old to throw a heavy pan or sharp knives at you.
My childhood was like a war zone. I cut off ties with him about 10 years ago when he was 14 and tried to murder my father.
That's kind of minor honestly. A psychopath has no conscience. They do what feels good and manipulate people around them to get what they want. It is only the people they are around 24/7 who get to see their true colors. Every time my brother was in a group home, he'd be this angelic wonderful child who everyone loved. After about 4 months though, he'd realize they weren't bending to his will and he'd show his true colors, becoming a violent and destructive hellion.
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#27
My older cousin tried to drown 7-year-old me in a kiddie pool and almost succeeded. I don't mean he dunked me underwater as a prank. I mean he forced me to kneel beside the pool and used his considerable size advantage to hold my head underwater until I started to faint. He only stopped when my sister happened to come by. He did it to her later that day. She was 2 at the time.
Apparently he is "better now" and I'm "being unfair" for making it clear that I never want to see him again.
Apparently he is "better now" and I'm "being unfair" for making it clear that I never want to see him again.
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#28
When I was 12, I disrespected his authority by performing what he deemed a gay act in his presence. Specifically, I played punch buggy. And I want you to bear in mind as you read this that I was never one of those a*****e kids who used it as an excuse to really hit someone. It was no more violent than tag. The reason he had a problem with it is because he took it as gay.
If you'd like to simulate what happened to me next, touch the base of your right thumb to your right shoulder,^1 then rotate your shoulder inwards until your wrist is against your neck. Now place your right elbow on top of your left shoulder. Now imagine someone is driving their elbow into your left shoulder with most of their weight behind it. And suppose that you're in a car and wearing your seatbelt, so your feet are trapped, thus you have no free limbs to fight back with.
At first I thought that because he was my uncle, he wouldn't do anything to seriously injure me. So when he asked if I understood that I would never be doing that again, I said no. I don't like to tell blatant lies, and the truth was I had no intention of doing something or not doing something based on his judgement ever again: the moment he started choking/strangling a 12-year-old without so much as a warning, he *instantly* lost every ounce of respect I ever had for him.
I was wrong. He was no uncle of mine. He choked me harder and harder until I eventually noticed that I couldn't see anymore—not enough oxygen was getting to my brain for that. It became clear that this was my last chance: I swear to respect him before the next time he tightened his hold, or I never see anything again. He was waiting for my affirmative submission, which I would be unable to provide if I lost consciousness. And so I lied in order to not die.
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^1 Actually your forearm should be totally flat against upper arm for a faithful simulation, but that involves bending the bone and I don't want you to break your arm. It didn't break my bones because I was young enough, but I don't think an adult could do that safely.
If you'd like to simulate what happened to me next, touch the base of your right thumb to your right shoulder,^1 then rotate your shoulder inwards until your wrist is against your neck. Now place your right elbow on top of your left shoulder. Now imagine someone is driving their elbow into your left shoulder with most of their weight behind it. And suppose that you're in a car and wearing your seatbelt, so your feet are trapped, thus you have no free limbs to fight back with.
At first I thought that because he was my uncle, he wouldn't do anything to seriously injure me. So when he asked if I understood that I would never be doing that again, I said no. I don't like to tell blatant lies, and the truth was I had no intention of doing something or not doing something based on his judgement ever again: the moment he started choking/strangling a 12-year-old without so much as a warning, he *instantly* lost every ounce of respect I ever had for him.
I was wrong. He was no uncle of mine. He choked me harder and harder until I eventually noticed that I couldn't see anymore—not enough oxygen was getting to my brain for that. It became clear that this was my last chance: I swear to respect him before the next time he tightened his hold, or I never see anything again. He was waiting for my affirmative submission, which I would be unable to provide if I lost consciousness. And so I lied in order to not die.
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^1 Actually your forearm should be totally flat against upper arm for a faithful simulation, but that involves bending the bone and I don't want you to break your arm. It didn't break my bones because I was young enough, but I don't think an adult could do that safely.
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#29
Posted this this morning in another thread:
I have suspicions that one of my inlaws has some psychopathic tendencies... Every so often he makes such weird remarks about hurting or k***ing animals. He told us he worked as a vet's assistant and part of his job was castrating cats. I get it, it's part of the job, but when he told about how he used to do that, he kinda came across like it was a magical moment for him.
A while ago he had some trouble with mice in his shed. But instead of buying regular animal friendly traps, he took a large, lidless carbage can, spilled a bunch of peanut butter on the bottom of it. Put up a ramp to the top and a thin, wooden stick across the opening at the top, so that the mice could cross the garbage can, so to speak. The mice would try to climb down to the peanut butter, fall in the can and would not be able to get out. Then he'd fill the can with water and watch a whole bunch of mice drown all at once.
He told me he would make traps and catch small birds when he was a kid. I asked him if he let the birds go after he caught them, but I didn't get a clear answer on that one... I have a suspicious feeling that the birds didn't live to flie another day...
He's also into dead animal art, like some funky taxidermy. (Not like that gopher riding a snake, but two dead giraffe babies cut in half and sowed to eachother in the middle.)
He seriously gives my psycho-vibes.
I have suspicions that one of my inlaws has some psychopathic tendencies... Every so often he makes such weird remarks about hurting or k***ing animals. He told us he worked as a vet's assistant and part of his job was castrating cats. I get it, it's part of the job, but when he told about how he used to do that, he kinda came across like it was a magical moment for him.
A while ago he had some trouble with mice in his shed. But instead of buying regular animal friendly traps, he took a large, lidless carbage can, spilled a bunch of peanut butter on the bottom of it. Put up a ramp to the top and a thin, wooden stick across the opening at the top, so that the mice could cross the garbage can, so to speak. The mice would try to climb down to the peanut butter, fall in the can and would not be able to get out. Then he'd fill the can with water and watch a whole bunch of mice drown all at once.
He told me he would make traps and catch small birds when he was a kid. I asked him if he let the birds go after he caught them, but I didn't get a clear answer on that one... I have a suspicious feeling that the birds didn't live to flie another day...
He's also into dead animal art, like some funky taxidermy. (Not like that gopher riding a snake, but two dead giraffe babies cut in half and sowed to eachother in the middle.)
He seriously gives my psycho-vibes.
18points
#30
Had an ex look at me intently and say "I don't understand why I can't destroy you. I've tried everything and it usually works but you're still here". Then he fought and prolonged the divorce for years because he "enjoyed watching people suffer". Convinced a few people for a while that I was the sick one, then his facade dropped. Too bad for him that the rest of us are actual sentient beings and he's not as powerful or intelligent as his deluded chaos of a brain told him he was.
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#31
To preface this, I have to share a bit of background. An aunt of mine had serious psychopath tendencies, coupled with depression and a few other things I'm sure. Anyways, she was c*****g my uncles hair, who was going bald. He liked his hair cut short... but there to still be hair. Well she set the clippers a bit too low and shaved a massive chunk of his hair off. We are talking d**n near skin level. My uncle reacted how you would think, slightly pissed but just laughed it off. Well my aunt took offense to this, and decided to get the scissors out and *chop the ponytail off her own head* to try and make him feel better. She did this in front of me, in a different room than my uncle. Me not knowing what was going on started laughing. She went hysteric and started swinging and jabbing the scissors at me trying to get *my* hair (supposedly), till my uncle finally restrained her. Swear to god I thought I was one lucky jab by her from dying.
TLDR: Aunt messed up shaving my uncles head. She overreacted to her own mistake, and chopped her own hair off. I laughed. She lunged and jabbed at me with scissors.
TLDR: Aunt messed up shaving my uncles head. She overreacted to her own mistake, and chopped her own hair off. I laughed. She lunged and jabbed at me with scissors.
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#32
At a club with my cousin who I hadn't seen since he was little (all the cousins were in town for a family reunion), he says to me "do you ever imagine what it would be like if you gave everyone bleach instead of whatever they're drinking"?
I excused myself with a non-committal "hmmm" and made sure not to eat or drink anything he gave me the rest of the time we were there.
I excused myself with a non-committal "hmmm" and made sure not to eat or drink anything he gave me the rest of the time we were there.
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#33
I think a lot of people should look into what a psychopath us. Antisocial personality disorder is something affecting 3 to 4 percent. They are not all k***ers or even particularly malicious. But they are not good to have in your life. When you finally see beneath the mask of a psychopath and realise they have no empathy and will tell any lie and manipulate anyone on a whim, even blood relatives it ,shocks you to the core.
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#34
I have/had a very charismatic friend. People joked about him being in love with me, because he just singed h**h praises about me. I admit there was a bit of a fixation but he was a cool dude, even if you couldn't count on him or his word. He'd say he'd be somewhere, and most often wasn't (on purpose - he rather not confront or deal with people trying to convince him to come). He was a compulsive liar but it took me a long time to realize it, I just though he didn't like saying no.
He confessed long ago in a group setting that he experimented with k***ling household pets (some sort of rodents his family kept), including microwaving one. My then gf said shocked "That's how psychopaths start". He played it off as stuff kids do, I don't think he really saw a problem in that (at least until he was called on it, otherwise he wouldn't have brought it up). Another story was how he ordered his 4 or 5 trained rottweilers to attack a few kittens that had hidden beneath his grass mowing tractor. He said he just wanted to scare them so he could turn on the tractor, but when the kitties ran away the dogs caught them and turned them to shreds. He said it wasn't his intention.
A few years ago, we are all on a motorcycle road trip. Both of us get detached from the group speeding for a bit, and then park on a gas station to refuel or wait for them (very fuzzy memories). He tells me he wants to record me (he had a helmet GoPro), and he'll signal me when he wants me to overtake the group and take the lead.
We see the group go by us, we speed up and catch them, he signals to me, I overtake his dad, and the bike just... sort of skids in a straight line. I loved riding on rainy days, it was not like I was short on experience losing traction momentarily, but it was a very sunny day. I don't recall what went through my head, but the video shows my bike just sort of sliding from under me.
My arm gets caught in the railing and ripped off right then and there. My friend almost hits me and my bike because he was right behind me. My whole body is left in a quite bad shape. Everyone gives me first aid, and as you can imagine it was a very shocking experience to us all. Handling an amputated limb, being forced to deal with the possibility of death, and confronted with the risks of our hobby. We all got scarred one way or another. I lost an arm, some of them stopped riding, and my friend sold his K1200R, eventually buying a slower 1200GS.
He started drinking. He started taking recreational d***s. More than one friend in common tells me when the night is long enough, he might voice his regret in uncertain terms about my accident. He has avoided me since.
I recall him checking my bike very up close. I think it was the day of the accident but I'm not 100% sure. I recall him saying he'll pay for my gas, but not to top it off. We were still far away from home, so I told him, nah I'll pay it, and our tanks just take enough gas for like 250 kms, I'll top it off, otherwise I'll have to stop in 100kms again. I topped it off and he still paid for it. When I go to pay they told me it was taken care of. I'm walking back, and that's when I see him crouching near my bike (possibly the front tire). I ask him what's wrong, and he tells me he is just checking it out.
I mean there is no way to know. There are many things that lead me to think it wasn't caused by him. He was recording me from behind me, so causing a wreck on purpose would be weird as it'd endanger him, his father, and everyone else. He wasn't positioned for prime wreck filming, and quite the contrary he had to dodge both my tumbling body and my flying motorbike. He says when drunk he shouldn't have, but he might just feel guilty just for suggesting I take the lead, and being the butterfly flutter that led to that hurricane. Everyone was changed by that experience after all. It was traumatic stuff.
On the other hand there are little details that rouse my suspicion. In the day of the ride, he uninvited 2 girls that'd be coming as our pillions. He always did stuff like this so it wasn't out of character. Saying he'll pay for my gas, but not to top it off, is just weird in a bike. He paid for my lunch that day. Heck he took me (and my girl) to Germany, all expenses paid before. I feel kind of guilty even thinking he might have done something so nefarious...
He still hits me up every now and then via messages. Once he wanted me to hack someone's account (said not possible), another time he wanted 40 or 50 bucks (I said sorry I'm broke), and a third time he just showed me a photo of my father's internet contract (he was working for them in the call center, I didn't even reply because why the f**k would he even show me that?).
He confessed long ago in a group setting that he experimented with k***ling household pets (some sort of rodents his family kept), including microwaving one. My then gf said shocked "That's how psychopaths start". He played it off as stuff kids do, I don't think he really saw a problem in that (at least until he was called on it, otherwise he wouldn't have brought it up). Another story was how he ordered his 4 or 5 trained rottweilers to attack a few kittens that had hidden beneath his grass mowing tractor. He said he just wanted to scare them so he could turn on the tractor, but when the kitties ran away the dogs caught them and turned them to shreds. He said it wasn't his intention.
A few years ago, we are all on a motorcycle road trip. Both of us get detached from the group speeding for a bit, and then park on a gas station to refuel or wait for them (very fuzzy memories). He tells me he wants to record me (he had a helmet GoPro), and he'll signal me when he wants me to overtake the group and take the lead.
We see the group go by us, we speed up and catch them, he signals to me, I overtake his dad, and the bike just... sort of skids in a straight line. I loved riding on rainy days, it was not like I was short on experience losing traction momentarily, but it was a very sunny day. I don't recall what went through my head, but the video shows my bike just sort of sliding from under me.
My arm gets caught in the railing and ripped off right then and there. My friend almost hits me and my bike because he was right behind me. My whole body is left in a quite bad shape. Everyone gives me first aid, and as you can imagine it was a very shocking experience to us all. Handling an amputated limb, being forced to deal with the possibility of death, and confronted with the risks of our hobby. We all got scarred one way or another. I lost an arm, some of them stopped riding, and my friend sold his K1200R, eventually buying a slower 1200GS.
He started drinking. He started taking recreational d***s. More than one friend in common tells me when the night is long enough, he might voice his regret in uncertain terms about my accident. He has avoided me since.
I recall him checking my bike very up close. I think it was the day of the accident but I'm not 100% sure. I recall him saying he'll pay for my gas, but not to top it off. We were still far away from home, so I told him, nah I'll pay it, and our tanks just take enough gas for like 250 kms, I'll top it off, otherwise I'll have to stop in 100kms again. I topped it off and he still paid for it. When I go to pay they told me it was taken care of. I'm walking back, and that's when I see him crouching near my bike (possibly the front tire). I ask him what's wrong, and he tells me he is just checking it out.
I mean there is no way to know. There are many things that lead me to think it wasn't caused by him. He was recording me from behind me, so causing a wreck on purpose would be weird as it'd endanger him, his father, and everyone else. He wasn't positioned for prime wreck filming, and quite the contrary he had to dodge both my tumbling body and my flying motorbike. He says when drunk he shouldn't have, but he might just feel guilty just for suggesting I take the lead, and being the butterfly flutter that led to that hurricane. Everyone was changed by that experience after all. It was traumatic stuff.
On the other hand there are little details that rouse my suspicion. In the day of the ride, he uninvited 2 girls that'd be coming as our pillions. He always did stuff like this so it wasn't out of character. Saying he'll pay for my gas, but not to top it off, is just weird in a bike. He paid for my lunch that day. Heck he took me (and my girl) to Germany, all expenses paid before. I feel kind of guilty even thinking he might have done something so nefarious...
He still hits me up every now and then via messages. Once he wanted me to hack someone's account (said not possible), another time he wanted 40 or 50 bucks (I said sorry I'm broke), and a third time he just showed me a photo of my father's internet contract (he was working for them in the call center, I didn't even reply because why the f**k would he even show me that?).
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#35
Not related to, but best friends with (M). We were friends from age 3 until around 8th grade, when we finally drifted apart and stopped hanging out. He went to a Catholic school and I went to public, so we only saw each other outside of school. He lived across the street, so we hung out every day.
He would do mean things to me all the time. He'd break my stuff, hurt me, and get me blamed for things he did. He dropped a big rock on my first (K-Mart knockoff) G I Joe and broke his leg off, just because. He shot me in the nuts with a homemade crossbow. He broke my pedal motorcycle. On and on and on.
Around 9th grade, he started hanging around with the burnouts. One of them, who lived a block away, ended up raping and murdering two girls, 12 and 13. I think (M) looked up to that.
a few years later, his family had moved to Washington to be with his older sister, and to get him away from the d**g crowd he was involved in. He'd been arrested for possession a bunch of times, but his parents' lawyer always got him off.
Finally, he had a deal go bad, so he drove from Washington back to Pennsylvania to confront the guy. (M) broke into the guy's house and stabbed him in the heart. (My dad was the first EMT on-scene, and watched the guy die in his arms.)
He's still in jail, but is due for release soon. I think he only got 22 years. He should probably just stay in, for everyone's benefit.
He would do mean things to me all the time. He'd break my stuff, hurt me, and get me blamed for things he did. He dropped a big rock on my first (K-Mart knockoff) G I Joe and broke his leg off, just because. He shot me in the nuts with a homemade crossbow. He broke my pedal motorcycle. On and on and on.
Around 9th grade, he started hanging around with the burnouts. One of them, who lived a block away, ended up raping and murdering two girls, 12 and 13. I think (M) looked up to that.
a few years later, his family had moved to Washington to be with his older sister, and to get him away from the d**g crowd he was involved in. He'd been arrested for possession a bunch of times, but his parents' lawyer always got him off.
Finally, he had a deal go bad, so he drove from Washington back to Pennsylvania to confront the guy. (M) broke into the guy's house and stabbed him in the heart. (My dad was the first EMT on-scene, and watched the guy die in his arms.)
He's still in jail, but is due for release soon. I think he only got 22 years. He should probably just stay in, for everyone's benefit.
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#36
My mother is mentally unstable and has had many moments which led me to cut contact off with her.
You know she is getting extra weird and dangerous when her eyes glaze over and sort of...look like they lose any flicker of sentience or intelligence? It's hard to explain. Her eyes become like that of a shark.
Her voice too will lose all emotion and vocal variance and becomes deep and raspy.
She went like this once while I was washing laundry in the basement while she oversaw me and she went from her normal angry, screaming self to very quiet.
I turned to her and she said in her unearthly, raspy voice "You know I could k**l you, just hang you from a pipe down here and no one would find your body"
Then she laughed and resumed her normal voice telling me cheerily that I was a loser because I didn't separate the light orange shirts from the dark orange shirts properly.
You know she is getting extra weird and dangerous when her eyes glaze over and sort of...look like they lose any flicker of sentience or intelligence? It's hard to explain. Her eyes become like that of a shark.
Her voice too will lose all emotion and vocal variance and becomes deep and raspy.
She went like this once while I was washing laundry in the basement while she oversaw me and she went from her normal angry, screaming self to very quiet.
I turned to her and she said in her unearthly, raspy voice "You know I could k**l you, just hang you from a pipe down here and no one would find your body"
Then she laughed and resumed her normal voice telling me cheerily that I was a loser because I didn't separate the light orange shirts from the dark orange shirts properly.
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#37
My little brother would set things on fire in the house and hid knives under my bed. I literally thought he was planning to k**l me. The worst part is when I told my mom about it she would tell me "all boys his age do this" like really?
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#38
So.. my older sister. There are a thousand stories. One I'll always remember is when she had a poker in the fire and held it in front of me, it was glowing red. I was really young. She told me to grab it, and said "it's not hot, if it were hot it would be white." Yeah, I grabbed it.
Anyway, what really got me was that after she died (massive brain explosion of some kind), my mom took me aside. She was very shaken by my sister's death. She loved her very much and took care of her for my sister's whole life. She told me that she was confused now, and didn't know what to do, because she always assumed that my sister would k**l her.
Anyway, what really got me was that after she died (massive brain explosion of some kind), my mom took me aside. She was very shaken by my sister's death. She loved her very much and took care of her for my sister's whole life. She told me that she was confused now, and didn't know what to do, because she always assumed that my sister would k**l her.
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#39
I have this cousin that i grew up with who is absolutely crazy, i would have to say the creepiest/scariest time was when i was outside on the steps at his house and he was outside shooting off his gun. I remember I was petting the cat and he was shooting at birds then all of a sudden he turned and we made eye contact and he aimed the gun towards me and shot me in the leg, the look that he had in is eye was absolutely insane, his excuse was he was aiming for the cat.
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#40
My older brother cut off a Rabbits head and hid it in the cupboard shelf in the barn as a joke. It was where we stored the cat food for the barn cats so he knew we would find it.
He also tried to down me in a pool I got for my birthday. He held me underwater until I sucked water in and I puked. His punishment was he had to drain the pool and wash it out. F**k my parents. They should have gotten him help but instead they thought he would grow out of it. There was 5 year age gap between us so he tormented myself and my younger brother.
He also tried to down me in a pool I got for my birthday. He held me underwater until I sucked water in and I puked. His punishment was he had to drain the pool and wash it out. F**k my parents. They should have gotten him help but instead they thought he would grow out of it. There was 5 year age gap between us so he tormented myself and my younger brother.
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