#1

I'm a guy.
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The rumor though is that we aren’t triplets at all, just one person pretending to be three different people. I don’t know who started it, but it was because we were all spread so thin we were rarely out together. Since folks just being introduced only ever saw one of us at a time, the rumor grew.
There is one rumor that every Millennial carried through their school years like a treasured heirloom, passing it on to anyone who hadn't heard it yet with absolute certainty. Marilyn Manson, the story went, had several of his ribs surgically removed for reasons that were explained in whispered detail behind the science block and absolutely cannot be repeated here in full.
Every school had at least one kid who knew someone whose older brother had read it somewhere, which was considered airtight sourcing in 1996. It spread across playgrounds, lunch tables, and sleepovers with a velocity that the actual internet would have been impressed by. It was completely false. Marilyn Manson has all of his ribs. He has confirmed this.
The rumor outlived the confirmation by approximately thirty years and is still being repeated today, which is honestly a more impressive legacy than most people will ever achieve.
#4

There was never a tumor.
#5

Turns out, someone had overheard me telling a friend about how a friend at another school told me she was pregnant, and the eavesdropper thought it was my story. It was MONTHS later before it was brought up, and I'm sure there are still people who thought I had a kid 😂.
#6

Turns out she just had a sugar daddy phase in college and was really good at investing. Still one of the best plot twists I’ve witnessed.
Before the internet, there was the tabloid. The original rumor distribution network, printed weekly, sold at every checkout counter in America and was responsible for more unverified stories than any other medium in human history. The tabloid as we know it emerged in the early twentieth century, with publications like the New York Daily News pioneering the format in the 1920s.
Big headlines, bigger photographs, and a commitment to scandal. The formula worked then and, remarkably, it still works now. The golden age of the supermarket tabloid arrived in the 1970s and 80s, when publications like the National Enquirer, The Star, and The Globe pumped out stories about celebrity affairs, alien encounters, and medical mysteries.
What the tabloids understood before anyone else was that people don't spread information because it's true. They spread it because it's interesting. A rumor about a celebrity's ribs, a neighbor's secret, or a coworker's alleged behavior travels on pure entertainment value, with facts being entirely optional. The tabloids built an empire on that instinct. Reddit simply gave everyone a free subscription.
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There’s a rumor that there was a doctor that got decapitated by elevator doors, NOT EVEN AT OUR HOSPITAL! Literally today, I had a close call and it was seen by another nurse that immediately said, “Did you hear..?” I immediately knew where she was going and said, “…about that doctor?” And she just went, “I was working at that hospital when that happened.” And then her eyes just kinda glazed over. I always assumed it was just an urban legend that gets passed around healthcare employees. But f**k, it happened.
#9

Rumors with real consequences are not a new phenomenon, but the speed at which they can now travel has changed the stakes dramatically. In April 2013, a hacker gained access to the Associated Press Twitter account and posted a single tweet claiming that explosions at the White House had injured President Barack Obama.
The tweet was live for minutes. In those minutes, the Standard and Poor's 500 Index lost $130 billion in value. One fake sentence, from one compromised account, for a matter of minutes, wiped out the equivalent of the GDP of a small country. The rumor mill, it turns out, has always been expensive. It just used to work a lot slower.
#10

Rumor was he was f*****g the corpses.
Absolutely no basis in fact.
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Long before social media gave everyone a platform to spread misinformation at scale, the people with the most to lose from a rumor had a secret weapon: the fixer. A fixer is essentially a professional problem disappearer, someone hired by the 1% to quietly neutralize damaging stories before they reach the public. They operate in the space between what happened and what gets reported.
The fixer's toolkit is both fascinating and slightly unsettling. It involves relationships with editors and journalists, the ability to end a story before it runs, and the kind of phone calls that don't get documented anywhere. In Hollywood's golden age, the major studios employed entire departments dedicated to managing the reputations of their stars. The rumors might even be true, they just never made it to print.
The role still exists today, just with a more corporate job title and a significantly larger retainer fee. Crisis communications firms, reputation management companies, and high-end PR agencies are all, to varying degrees, in the business of rumor control. What's changed is that the internet has made their job almost impossible.
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#14

Apparently 12 year old me got up to some s**t.
#15

During Covid we laid off almost everyone and he ended up working side by side with me and I saw how crazy he was. He kept a camera in his bedroom that watched his gf all day long, he would sometimes have it on his phone throughout the day, sitting at his desk the stream would just be running it was the weirdest sh*t I’d ever seen. If she left the bedroom he would call her upset, she would explain that she went to the bathroom or the kitchen.
He would also talk to his teenage daughter in the worst way I’ve ever seen. Called her a w***e for texting with a guy and took her phone away for 2 years.
At least one of his sons was terrified of him to the point where he seems to have mental problems. Like his father’s anger had left him traumatized to the point where he was unable to hold conversations much less relationships.
He was almost certainly physically a*****e to women and on one occasion a few guys overheard him on the phone yelling and threaten to k**l his gf cause she was putting him on child support. Dude is a psycho he has no real friends at I’m aware of. Thing is he seems like the nicest person when you speak to him. It’s only after you get to know him that you get to see who he really is.
Gossip and rumor are not the same thing. Gossip is typically personal, social, and relational; it's the currency of human connection, the thing exchanged over coffee about people within your immediate circle. Anthropologists have actually argued that gossip serves an important social function, helping communities establish norms, identify trustworthy members, and maintain group cohesion.
A rumor is something different. A rumor is unverified information about someone or something that travels beyond the immediate social circle of the people involved, taking on a life entirely independent of the original source. It doesn't need to be malicious, but it does need to be unverified, and it does need to travel. The distinction matters because rumors, unlike gossip, have a tendency to outlive everyone involved in them.
The wildest part of every story in this thread is not that the rumors existed. It's that someone, at some point, decided they were worth repeating. And then thirty people online were retelling them decades later. The rumor mill doesn't run on malice. It runs on the very human desire to have something interesting to say. And on that front, it has never once struggled for material.
What is the wildest rumor you have ever come across? Share it in the comments!
#16

Turned out to be true and she went to jail for it because even though he was of age, she held a position of power/influence over him and it was considered coercion or something. Feel awful for her husband, he was easily one of my favourite teachers.
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It was like listening to someone reading a novel. So much b******t can come from a person who keeps to themselves.
#20

Well, some of the mailroom guys picked up on it and told him my fiance's second job was as a dancer at PinUps, a very expensive high class gentleman's club downtown. This poor sap went every weekend for weeks spending money and waiting for my fiance to take the Stage.
"Please welcome Gemini to the staaaaa-aage!" - cue Warrant's Cherry Pie
This poor guy finally asks her when her shifts were at PinUps. She was equal parts appalled and complimented. Yes, this guy did know we were together. It was weird as hell. It was the late 1990s. The bosses thought it was funny.



