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Should I get revenge?
At the time best friend was in a really toxic relationship that I heard ever single detail about. I did everything I could to get her out of there, spent countless hours on getting her to feel better and leave. At the time I was struggling with a situationship of my own ,which lasted for years and I was blind and didn’t see he was only using me for sex, he was also my childhood best friend and the first person I ever loved, these two guys were also best friends, well now to the story: She broke up with her boyfriend and started to sleep with he friends, which I also got to hear about. I supported her trough it all until she started spending time with the guy I had a history with. She started to choose him over me, which should have been the first sign, I got mad at her for choosing him after all the things he had done to me, (such as calling me fat, telling me to go k*ll ms, manipulating, shrewd with all the guys I had things with after him and so on) trough all of that he still called me, slept with me and told me about our future, well I was blind. As I said I broke contact with her after this, I was so loyal to her and all she had to say was that I was too loyal it was my own fault. Well now a couple of weeks after no contact it has come to my attention that a week after they broke up she slept with “my guy”, same weekend I also slept with him and she has now slept with him at least 3 times in total which is during the time we were close, and as she said I would never get to know and she would take it to the grave, sweetheart everything comes back in the end :) Not only did she sleep with my “week spot” she also started acting like me, dressing the same, trying to steal all my friends, and going after all the same boys I have been with.
Make no noise, Don't move, It can see you..
My parents have always told me to stay quiet and to not move at night, I always thought that this was because they had sleeping troubles but the truth shocked me. I reached my sixteenth birthday and I wanted to know so desperately what the reason was that I couldn't move or make noise in the night.The following night I set up kind of a fortress by my door and spent the whole night with my phone recording through the lock of the door. When I woke up I immediately checked the footage of my recordings, it seemed normal but after 30 minutes of watching, I was truly shocked by what I had seen. A tall dark figure appeared at 1:38AM, it had a pale grey face and appeared to have no emotion.The dark figure wandered around, entering every room that had an opened door looking more menacing after every room. We live in a large house so we leave a lot of doors open. It entered the bathroom, the two spare bedrooms and the activities room. After each room, the creature looked hungrier. My soul jumped out of my body as the creature walked slowly towards my door, staring at the lock, eyes lit up red looking directly at the camera. What I hadn't noticed about the creature was its incredibly long claws, which it used to push my phone from the lock onto the floor. But my phone landed on its front, allowing me to still see what happened at the lock. The creature held its claws in the lock and waved them about until the door unlocked. However after trying to get in but failing, the creature left at 2:00.The same thing happened the next night, at exactly 1:38AM, the creature appeared and identically repeated its actions the previous night, eyes lighting up red, increasing hunger. I decided that the following night I would invite a friend over and show them what is happening. My friend David arrived at 8pm, we played video games until the night. He stayed in the guest room, he did the same as me, he propped his phone up at the lock of the door and slept the night. I begun to hear footsteps despite telling him not to move and a chilling scream followed. I cried while trying not to make a noise.The moment I woke up in the morning, I checked my footage and what I found chilled me more than anything I had ever seen. The footsteps happened at 1:46AM, but it was from the second spare bedroom. This only meant that someone had broken into the house because David ran to me asking if I heard it. The moment that the footsteps happened, the creature disappeared, and immediately, a blood curdling scream followed. Should I phone the police or should I just live with this?
Somebody is lurking around the prison at night and I don’t think it’s human
I’m currently in prison for 3 counts of supplying alcohol to minors , 5 counts of trespassing and a hit and run which left a victim paralyzed from the legs down , on November 9 2011 I was sentenced to 10 years in the Louisiana state penitentiary , there I met my cellmate Rodney , Rodney stopped me to ask some questions and to try to speak to me , at first I thought he was some idiot thinking he’s smart and trying to tell me some of the basic rules of prison like don’t complain about the food or don’t talk to the guards but he told me 3 rules and said ‘’ never forget those rules ‘’ he said that everyone must be asleep by 3 A.M at best and that everybody in the prison should still be asleep by then , any leftover food should be dumped in the yellow bin just outside of the yard and never anywhere else , and finally to never be in the yard after 2 A.M I thought he was talking crazy at first but I thought it was normal to not be up at 3 A.M in the morning in prison since there is nothing to do by then but I thought it was unconventional to have one bin for all leftovers . Currently I served 3 years there and I noticed that every-time an inmate breaks one of those rules he gets moved out at first I thought it was a random process that moves inmates to others cell blocks but last month Rodney was acting very crazy , he said that today during lunch he had to fight a guy and that he forgot to take his leftovers to the yellow bin the day after Rodney gets moved , I said my goodbyes to him as I thought he was getting transferred to another cell block , but it’s been 2 years since I saw him but I knew that he still had 6 years on his sentence and that he couldn’t have been paroled since he didn’t want to , for 3 months I was alone in my cell until some dude named Scott came in as new cellmate I told him the strange rules and he seemed to comply with them , after about 2 days he came to me and said he had a plan to escape the prison something about using an abandoned service tunnel under the cell block leading into the yards where we would climb a guard tower and escape , it took some planning and some bribes but we got it and on December 24 2015 on Christmas Eve we executed our plan , although we missed one vital step … the third rule indicates that no one should be in the yard after 2 A.M , at 1:54 A.M as soon as we stepped foot on the yard it felt like all eyes were on me and I felt something squishy under my boots , as I knelt down to see what it was I saw that it was mushy leftovers of pasta and oatmeal I thought for a second and realized it was were all the prison’s leftovers go , as we rummaged through the dark yard i felt what seemed to be a wall I took a small rock and threw it where Scott should have been but I got no response after a second I mumbled to Scott to get over here but got no response that’s when I decided to get my lock picking tool that I made myself and started picking the lock , after about 40 seconds I had done it and I was free I took a flashlight and shined it on and off to inform Scott of my location before booking it for the ladder when I came to the top of the tower i installed the rope we prepared but I felt like something was wrong so I took the flashlight and I looked at the yard , I saw some brown and beige color of mush towards all the yard I decided to keep my flashlight shined across the yard and it felt like the more I tilted to the left the more my mind was telling me to get out of here so I took one last look at the prison and looked down the ladder to see where Scott was but it was too late , I saw the clock at the tower indicating that it was now 2 A.M right when I noticed that I saw something come out of the cover that me and Scott decided to escape from at first I thought I was Scott but the longer I looked at this thing the more I saw something else , so I shone the light twice as a signal to Scott that the guard tower was here but this next scene made my blood boil this thing looked me dead in the eye then started sprinting to me I got a bit scared but when it started to climb up the ladder I saw those bright red eyes coming up to me I got so startled that I backed up into the guardrail and closed the door behind me and that’s when I saw it some type of alien with razor looking teeth I was so scared I had my back to the guardrail behind after about a minute of it staring right down at my soul it started breaking the glass I tried to get to the guardrail that let outside where the rope was but I couldn’t make it in time , the thing broke the armored glass like it was nothing and pushed me out of the tower into the yard below , upon landing I felt like I bro my feet and could barely crawl that’s when I saw him , Scott laying there in the deep pile of dried up oatmeal laying there like he just got shot in the head , his eyes were white and skin pale , when I looked at my foot I saw that it was completely broken , I tried to crawl around but I was almost completely immobilized so I laid there on my back staring at the guard tower when I saw multiple red eyes staring , maybe two dozen maybe more I was so scared I began to crawl frantically to the cover until I passed out from exhaustion , the next day I woke up in the city hospital strapped down in a bed three maybe four doctors examining me , I mumbled under my breath trying to understand what was happening that’s when a doctor told me that the guards found me in the middle of the yard almost lifeless and that they transferred me here to try and keep me alive . They began asking questions and eventually asked me what happened to Scott , I asked him that question and he told me that Scott’s body has been found 3 kilometers away from the prison so mangled they had to I.D him from his blood as even his teeth was crushed , I told them I didn’t know and I told them about our plans to escape and about the red eyes and me falling off the guard tower ,some questions later they asked me about my legs , ‘’ what happened d to your legs sir ? , you said you fell’’ i told them I fell from around 10 meters and how I broke them . The doctors faced me and said . ‘’Uhh, no sir what happened after that’’. I told him I didn’t know I tried moving my legs but I couldn’t feel them at first I thought it was the drugs , I tried to sit up to look at them. But I couldn’t as I was too weak , I asked the doctors what was going on . he said ‘’ sir we can’t find your legs ‘’.
I've been receiving letters . I'm pretty sure someone is going to kill me
Ever since my parents left on a trip alone for my father's birthday, I've been receiving letters in the mail. On the second day they left, I noticed a white envelope lying on my front doorstep. I tore it open, expecting something mundane like the annual birthday letters my aunt sends for my father. However, a single sentence on the page sent shivers crawling up my spine: "I see you, Luke." I placed the note on the counter and peered out the front door, half-expecting one of my friends to appear and reveal it as another one of their pranks. But there was no one in sight. Nervously, I locked the door and tried to dismiss it as a foolish joke. I even chuckled, crumpling the note and tossing it into the trash can.However, when the second letter arrived, my anxiety skyrocketed. "I'm watching your every move," it declared. "You can't escape, Luke." I glanced outside, searching for any sign of a presence. Nothing. As time went on, the letters continued to arrive every day, each one more haunting than the last. They contained stolen pictures of me, captured without my knowledge, showing me in vulnerable moments like sleeping or eating dinner. It dawned on me that I had a relentless stalker.Desperate for answers, I purchased a security camera to capture the identity of the person leaving these sinister letters at my doorstep. But upon reviewing the footage, there was eerie silence throughout the night. No movements, no cars approaching the house, and no sounds. Discouraged by the lack of evidence, I turned my attention to the front door, only to spot another white envelope pressed against the glass. My hands trembled as I retrieved it and tore open the paper, revealing a message written in menacing red ink: "2:27 AM." The current time was 1:50, and I couldn't comprehend the significance of the cryptic message. Fear consumed me as I began to believe that my life was in imminent danger. I envisioned the stalker finding me and executing their malicious plan during my most vulnerable moments.Frantically, I sprinted through my house, securing all doors, closing every window, and drawing all blinds. I switched off all lights, ensuring that no point of entry remained accessible. Clutching a knife from my kitchen, I took refuge under my bed, muttering to myself about a plan in case the intruder managed to enter. As the clock struck 2 AM, I remained huddled in fear, each passing minute amplifying my paranoia in anticipation of the specified time written on the letter.
Don’t go into room13
I was walking through the hallways of the hotel, when I passed Room 13. I thought nothing of it, until I heard a small noise, almost like a scratching sound, coming from inside the room. It made me stop in my tracks, and my instincts wanted to open the door and see what was going on, but I remembered the rule. Knowing that I was not allowed to enter Room 13, I turned around to walk away. Suddenly, I heard another loud crash. It was undeniable that it had come from Room 13. I couldn't ignore all of these strange sounds coming from the room. I had always been taught to act on instinct, and all of my instincts told me that there was something very, very wrong with Room .The door was locked, but it was not impossible to force it open. It took a lot of strength, but eventually, the door opened a crack, and then I was able to pull it open enough for me to be able to carefully slip into the room. The first thing that I noticed was that the room was pitch black inside. I tried to adjust my eyes, but I couldn't see a thing. It was like stepping into a complete void of darkness. I knew where the light switch should have been, so I felt all the way up the wall for it, but there was no switch. I tried to take a step forward into the room, but I as I stepped, my foot hit something. It was solid enough to make me lose my balance slightly. Slowly, I bent down to touch whatever this thing was. As soon as I put my hand on it, I could feel that there was something very strange going on. It almost felt like a leg, almost like that of a person.But that couldn't be possible. I reached out, behind me, but all I could feel was another leg, seemingly coming from another body. I reached out again, only to feel another. An arm this time, then a torso, another leg. It was endless. I felt as though I was surrounded. Except, there was something odd about these arms and legs. They just didn't feel quite...alive.I immediately felt sick. There was no way, absolutely no way that I could be standing in the middle of a room full of bodies, but it all made sense. The strange rule about not stepping foot in Room 13. Of course. It all made sense. This was where the bodies were hidden.I didn't want to believe it, but there seemed like no other explanation. I felt completely sickened, my head spinning, a shiver running up my spine. There was no way. I'd never even seen a dead body before, let alone be surrounded by them in a pitch black hotel room. Was this what happened to people who entered Room 13?I put a hand on the wall to steady myself, and I suddenly felt the light switch. Feeling relieved by that, I quickly turned it on, and watched light flood the room. This was it. I was mentally preparing myself for the sight of, possibly over twenty dead bodies, a sight that would surely make me sick.However, when the light turned on, I was not met with the horrifying sight of countless murder scenes. Instead, all lined up around the room, some perfectly propped up, and others sprawled on the floor, were human-sized, doll-like figures. They looked just, almost human, except for one eerie difference.They didn't have eyes. Just black, void-like holes where eyes should have been. Their necks were oddly floppy too, drooping to the side. What was most horrifying about these life-size dolls, was that they almost exactly resembled all of the hotel staff members that I had become so familiar with.I saw the doll version of Kelly, her head falling into her lap. I saw Mark, the waiter, with huge black holes where his eyes should have been. I saw Elizabeth, who was sprawled on the floor, legs sticking out. I even saw Catherine, propped up against the wall, like she was in a child's dollhouse. I wanted to scream, run away, do anything. This was somehow worse than seeing the disgusting sight of bodies. This was ten times creepier, and made me feel goosebumps up my arms. I wanted to drive away from the hotel, from the town, and never look back.The one thing that still stuck in my mind, was the fact that every single staff member had a doll here, even the newest hires. Everyone had a life-like, floppy doll, looking like an eyeless corpse. The only doll that was missing, the only member of staff that didn't have a matching doll, was me. There was no doll in Room 13 that resembled me. Somehow, that fact was far more chilling.I was about to take my phone out of my pocket, to take photos, or call the police, or do anything about this terrifying situation, when all of a sudden, the room went black. Pitch black. I tried to move again, but I couldn't. My legs would not stand up and run, my arms would not reach out to steady myself. I couldn't move. I was fixed, I was stuck, I was trappedJust then, I felt someone holding my shoulders, propping me up against the wall. I wanted to scream, or see who it was, but it felt like I was trapped inside my own body. I was completely unable to move.The hands extended my arms and legs, and I even felt the hands around my neck, making it flop forward ever so slightly, just as it had done on the dolls. That was when I realised it. The 'dolls' inside Room 13 were not life-like copies of the hotel staff members, they were the hotel staff members. And I was about to meet the very same fate, in Room 13.If only I had just listened.
I killed a man
I killed an elderly man in front of his wife and basically his entire family.Forgive me for any misspellings or format I’m trying to do this on my phone. I haven’t talked about this to anyone (even though it’s been years) even my closest of friends, minus the ones that were there.One night when I was in college I was driving to get some liquor for a party my fraternity was supposed to throw the following night.I was taking a street I was very familiar with to get back to my house. It was dark but the street was lit with street lamps. I remember that I looked at my radio for a second, just a second not very long at all. But when I looked back up to the road there was a man crossing.I didn’t have any time to react, by the time I saw him he had already hit the good of my car and bounced off the side. I remember screaming and hitting the brakes, and the wash of horror of what had just happened. I’ll admit I had thought about speeding away, but I pulled over to the side and ran out of my car to check on this guy.When I got to him his family was standing outside the restaurant he was leaving and they were all screaming and crying. He has laying on the side of the road with blood coming out his nose and mouth. Two other men were standing with him trying to see if he was alright and calling 911. All I could say was “I didn’t see him” I was frantic by the time it had set in what I had done.I sat on the curb across from the family and listened to their crying in agony while we waited for the paramedics to arrive. I sat there and sobbed while to paramedics took him away in an ambulance. I don’t believe I’ve ever cried so hard and for so long. The worst part about all of it and what still kills me today was that his wife came over to me while I was distraught on that curb, sat next to me, placed her hand on my shoulder and said “I was married to him for almost 50 years. We had a good life.” Then she hugged me and said that she forgave me After everything was said and done it was ruled that it was an accident. I wasn’t charged with anything and I had one of my friends pick me up from the police station. I went down a dark path the years after that. I drank heavily, dropped out of college in my senior year, and had to move back in with my mother and father because I couldn’t hold on to a job. Even tried to kill myself with pills. It was a hard road to recovery (witch I feel I’m not fully recovered from nor do I feel I ever will be the same). But eventually I got my life back in order. Joined up with the Navy and saw a bit of the world, and now I’m on track to go back to college and hopefully finish what I started there. It took almost a decade but I finally start to feel almost whole again. I’m back to hanging with my friends, and actually going out. So maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
I kept hearing my sister whisper even when she’s not around
I kept hearing my sister whisper even when shes not around, i regret investigating further. It all started when i (M17) was going on a walk in the morning and decided to stop by a coffee shop since i hadn’t eaten breakfast yet and i was the only one in my family awake so i enter the coffee shop but before i order i decide to use the bathroom which was downstairs in the coffee shop so i head down the stairs and it looked very creepy but i needed to use the bathroom so i do but when i exit i hear my sister (who wasn’t even awake let alone be there in the coffee shop) call my name and so i rushed upstairs to the main area of the coffee shop and find nobody who i recognize, just a bunch of strangers so i ignore it and order my coffee and food so an hour later i’m done with my food so i get back home to find everybody still asleep so i decide to check if there is anything interesting on tv but before i switch it on i hear my sister whispering from the kitchen and i go to check it out but i don’t find anything except for the basement door open wide so i look at it from a distance and i can’t see anything but pitch blackness so i decide to ignore it but then i hear more whispering this time from inside the basement so i go to the door shut it and continue my day and i watch tv for hours until i realize nobody is awake yet which is very strange so i go up into my sister’s room and knock but i don’t see anything so i enter and her bed is empty, then i saw something stuffed in the closet, thats when my sisters hand fell out of the closet, i am currently writing this while hiding under a table and i think i hear footsteps
Guys pls don’t browse the dark web randomly
Hey guys I wouldn’t want you to fall into the same shit I did so Here’s my story It was late at night, and I was browsing the dark web out of sheer curiosity. I stumbled upon a site that advertised "live feeds" of people in distress. Intrigued, I clicked on the link and was taken to a page that showed a live video feed of a person tied up in a dimly lit room.I was horrified. The person on the video was clearly in distress, and the site was encouraging viewers to "interact" with them. I tried to leave the site, but my computer had frozen. I was trapped, watching this person suffer, unable to look away.Then, the video feed switched to a new person. This one was clearly younger, and they were crying and pleading for help. The site's chat function was filled with people egging on the tormentors and making requests for specific acts of violence.I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The people in the chat were getting more and more aggressive, making demands that were increasingly depraved and sadistic. It was like watching a horror movie come to life.I tried to close my laptop, but it wouldn't budge. I was stuck watching these atrocities, feeling helpless and terrified. I didn't know who these people were or what they were capable of, but I knew that I didn't want to be a part of it.Just as I was about to lose all hope, the computer finally shut down. I was left in a pitch-black room, alone with my thoughts. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed, and I knew that I could never go back to the dark web again.For weeks after the incident, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in my gut. Every time I heard a strange noise or saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye, I would jump and feel my heart rate skyrocket. The horrors of the dark web had seeped into my consciousness and had taken root, leaving me paranoid and afraid.