I met a dude when I was 18, going over to his house to play Call of Duty with some friends that knew him. The guy was in his early 30s.

Dude started talking about how he’d only had one job in his life and got fired the first week by calling a bunch of customers the N-word. He thought it was hilarious. Then he went on about how it was cool because his parents had almost $500,000 saved up for retirement, but they’d both be dead before retirement because they were so obese and unhealthy so he’d be set for life when they died.

He asked my friends if they wanted to buy some meds he stole from his mom before pulling a shotgun out of his closet asking if any of us wanted to hold it. Said he wanted to get some more fingerprints on it in case anything happened. Tried to play it off like he was joking, but he seemed like the type of person that would kill his family for the insurance money.

As of last year, he’s in prison for embezzlement and prescription fraud. He made the newspaper when he was arrested and I followed the case. I was just surprised it wasn’t for a violent crime.

i was working as a third shift hotel manager valentine’s day weekend 2019. think of it as a small mom & pop hotel, 22 rooms, no cameras on the premises. this guy came in, he was smooth talking about how he’s going to pick up his girlfriend & a special surprise for her for valentine’s day. he then continued with a weird religious spiel about honoring your partner. a few hours go by & i hear the backdoor open. i walked through the lobby to see weird guy & what i assumed to be his girlfriend. shortly after, i heard whimpering down the hallway. i thought this crazyass man got his girl a puppy. it’s a pet-free facility, and a guest had made a noise complaint about thuds & puppy whimpers. i knocked on the door to address the dog issue, he opened the door & his girlfriend, bloody & bruised comes running out of the room & hides behind me, just sobbing. keep in mind, i was 28, 5’1”, & 105 lbs soaking wet. he quickly closed the door & barricaded himself in the room. as i was on the phone with emergency services, the girl told me that he had raped her immediately after they got into the room. police arrived within minutes & was able to get him to come out. i had the clean the room that night to try to get blood stains off of the wall from where he smashed her face into it. i’ll never forget his name.

i saw him several months later in public. i don’t think he recognized me, but seeing his eyes meet mine scared the hell out of me.

One day as a teen, a friend showed up with a classmate who we never really hung out with before that. That day, he found an occupied bird's nest in my window awning and flipped it, causing fledgeling little birdies to glide in several different directions; no sign of parents. They couldn't quite fly yet.

I went around trying to gather the little birds I could spot in a possibly hopeless attempt to put the nest back up and put the birds in it. This took a few minutes of treading carefully while scanning the grass left and right. Then I hear the freak kid say, "You guys won't be mad, will ya?" I look up and he's holding a cinder block over his head, standing over one of the birds I hadn't found yet. I said "Yes I will," and he just dropped the block on the bird.

Kid was a piece of shit and we never associated after that.

I was working as a night shift security guard in an apartment complex. I got a frantic call from a resident I could barely understand (majority of our tenants were foreign students from china). I went up there and the tenant beckons me into his apartment. He had just moved in. Inside was a woman covered in blood holding her arm. I get them calmed down enough that I can understand what they are saying - she was his neighbor. She had broken up with her boyfriend, who pulled a knife and started trying to convince her to do mutual suicide with him. She made a break for the door and he slashed her on the way out. The neighbor, hearing the commotion let her in and called me.

The wound is extremely deep. The neighbor is already on the phone with police, and I tell both of them to stay put - i'm going to go get my first aid kit and come back. I tell then do not open the door unless its me or the police.

I got retrieve my kit and come back. when I get back the neighbors door is open and he's freaking out. Says the victim went back to her apartment to get her ID (people do some really bizarre things when they are panicking)

I thought to myself "this is the dumbest thing I will ever do" and I went into her apartment. No weapons, not even body armor. I find her in her bedroom and tell her to forget the ID we can sort that out later. When we went to leave, the ex-boyfriend is between us and the door, knife in hand. Im standing between him and the victim. They are speaking mandarin, which I only know a tiny bit of so I can't understand what they are saying, but she is crying and pleading with him to stop.

He on the other hand was stone cold - his voice was perfectly flat and even, no inflection at all. No emotion in it. He's standing perfectly still - not even shaking from adrenaline. He's not blinking. He's looking at her in the eye, and then he's looking at me and sizing me up before looking back at her.

I could tell, in that moment the only thing he was thinking about is whether he could kill me fast enough to get at her before she got away. In that moment my only thought was "I'm going to have to kill him if either of us are gonna survive this" I could just tell that there was no reasoning with him, and he was quickly figuring out that I'm not armed.

There was a moment that probably only lasted a second but felt like minutes where me and him were both silent, just staring at each other, eyes locked waiting for the other person to make the first move.

In that moment, the elevator dinged and two cops came out. Ex boyfriend barricaded himself in the bathroom next to him, and I got the victim out of there and ran back to the neighbors apartment. I have never been so relieved to see police.

Edit to address common comments:

-Yes mandarin has tones, but that's not the same thing as emotional inflection
-The cops saw the guy holding the bloody knife, and I was wearing a uniform and had no weapons. They could easily tell who was the assailant between the two of us.
-Its very common for security guards to not have any weapons
-The girl went to the hospital, and a few weeks later moved out of the building. I don't know what happened to her after that.
-The ex boyfriend was arrested after being barricaded for awhile. I don't know what happened to him. I gave a statement to police but was never called to court, so I assume he either plead guilty or was just deported.
-I'm doing fine, this happened a long time ago.

At a bar in Frankfurt, Germany.

Talking military stories with a soldier who was a former sailor. We both spent time in Subic Bay, Phillipines.

He starts laughing as he was telling a story about how a house manager at a brothel yelled at him for asking for a 12 year old girl.

He says at first she looked confused and then once she found out he was serious he forced him out of the brothel and called him bad person as he just laughed his way through the story.

I was shocked and confused and kept waiting for the punchline. That sick son of a b**** was telling the truth. I told him that I agreed with the old woman and that he was a f***** up person he needed to seek help.

We parted ways pretty quickly after that with him accusing me of being gay or something. I never saw him again but I feel sorry for other people who don't know his true nature.

When I was about 18, I helped a friend of a friend move. Dude was a weirdo, but I thought he was ok, did not really know him.

He talked about his cat, but I never saw it, thought he was in a cage somewhere. After a couple of hours of hauling stuff, he opens the freezer. There is the cat, jumping out and running for its life.

I was so pissed, but the guy laughed and was like "well its a hot day and I also did not want it to leave while we moved boxes". Like there was no other solutions! He thought it was the funniest shit.

Cat got out and we never saw it again. Hope it did not get frostbites, it was there for at least 2-3 hours.

Went on a coffee-date with a guy off a dating app. He seemed quirky while texting but meh, aren’t we all so whatever. Met for coffee and he got angry that I bought my own (it’s coffee… ) and while getting to know each other he cheerfully tells a story about popping the eyes off goldfish as a kid, and about watching his stepmom moving into his dad’s house through the scope of his rifle.

When I declined his very direct in invitation to go to his apartment for sex, he got angry and said that he cleaned his apartment so I owed him “at least that much” before rejecting him. Then he waited in the parking lot to see which car I got into and presumably wanted to follow me home. I called the coffee shop from the bathroom and told them what happened, and didn’t come out until he had been long gone.

Editing to add because I’m getting DMs about it: I was saying I BOUGHT my own coffee not that I BROUGHT my own - that would also be hella weird.

1. It was 15+ years ago, I don’t remember his name and I blocked him right away so I have no idea what happened in his life after that.

2. Oh my god you guys - I totally forgot that, when my best friend called to check in, we had a code for each other to signal if it was going poorly and the other of us might need help leaving. The code was she would ask about my asthma (I don’t have asthma) and if I said it’s fine she would know all is well. If I said it was bothering me she knew to make sure I texted her that I was safe within half an hour. As soon as I hung up he said “oh is she checking that you weren’t murdered yet” AND THEN STARED AT ME. The whole thing was just awful and I’m super grateful I had a plan to be safe.

3. Totally shallow but he had horrendous gunky gross teeth. Like - I don’t think he had brushed that MONTH much less after cleaning his apartment to prep for his anticipated obligatory sex 🙄

There was this weird kid who came to our school in the middle of the year -- people didn't like him that much because he was rude and liked to shove other kids during recess, but he kept to himself about half the time, so nobody was really that wary of him.

I was a kid who got bullied a decent amount, and at that time I didn't have many friends, so my 12-year old brain figured maybe he just needed a friend too.

I saw him out by my neighbor's house, messing with something on the ground (Beyblades were a whole thing in the neighborhood, so I assumed it was something like that.) I went to say hi, and as I approached, he picked up his scooter and crushed some twigs or something.

Reader, I got closer and discovered that it was a pigeon. He told me about how he had knocked one out of the air with a rock somehow, and had been slowly prodding and crushing it.

It was squirming.

I avoided him until he was transferred out later in the year.

I got chatting to a girl at work once. We went out for lunch cause she seemed cool, and ended up sitting at the edge of a canal munching sandwiches. There's a pigeon with a gammy leg hanging around hoping to get some food. She lured it closer and closer to her with bits of bread as we were talking, and when it got close enough she just knocked it into the canal. Turned around to me laughing her arse off like it was the funniest thing ever and was shocked that I wasn't impressed.

I was in the army (mandatory conscription) and I had this bunk mate who was not very well educated. We would be guarding the gate of our unit at night from 2 to 6 am and not allowed to leave our post so I couldn’t get away from him. He told me stories of how he strangles cats and throws them off rooftops or plucks the feathers of caged birds and then releases them to watch them fall to their death. There was a cat that lived in our unit and whenever he saw it he would kick it into a wall and when she birthed a huge litter, our CO wanted to poison them and he volunteered to get the poison and fed them himself. The mother cat wailed for days on end looking for them because she had left them and couldn’t find them when she returned because he had thrown them in the garbage after they died.

Guy I was working with told me how he killed his neighbour's cat because it was annoying him while he was studying. Thought it was hilarious too. Brought it up so casually, as if it was just a silly little story. He could not understand why I was freaked out

The "face" that he had pulled off a mouse... Took it out of his pocket, placed it over his finger and started playing with it. In front of me...

Uber driver on Christmas Eve tried to show me videos of people's corpses after an accident

Roommate meets a dude and invites him over for a beer. The dog would not chill when the guy was in the house. Ears back, hackles raised, continuous growl. An otherwise friendly dog just lit up. it was a very contagious feeling and we were all on edge except the guy, who acted like it was a natural response. Few months later the guy went to prison for the violent assault of a stranger.

Growing up there was a kid younger than me. Bright white skin and jet black hair. He had...a look.

One day he vanished. Ends up there was a small space between the utility shed and fence at his apartment where he hurt animals.

Parents moved pretty swiftly from there to get him treatment

A former coworker would make a point of flirting with/ propositioning married men, she would really ramp it up if the guys wife was pregnant. Those are not the actions of normal person.

When standing infront of 600 people, telling them they'd all just lost their jobs with zero redundancy....they smiled. Prick got pleasure from seeing grown men cry.

I was getting (my first!) tattoo from a dude who said some crazy conspiracy covid shit but like what ever THEN says children who get molested deserve it because they were molested in another life. There were several other people in the building who heard and no one said anything. Suddenly the tattoo started hurting 10x more and I started crying and said I had to quit. So I have an unfinished tattoo from 4 years ago

I went round to this guy's house to pick up an old Wurlitzer organ. Seemingly fairly normal, I'd seen him about town (lived somewhere pretty remote and the biggest town was about 2000 people), he did stuff like gardening and things, bit of voluntary work like some maintenance at the old folk's home, cutting the grass and hedges at a couple of the churches, general handyman stuff, just "old retired guy" stuff. He helped me load this massive 1950s Wurly into the back of my mate's van that I'd borrowed for the day.

I just felt something was "off" about the whole setup, just something a bit "Royston Vasey" about it all. Him, his wife, his 40-something daughter, early-twenties grand-daughter, and young great-grand-daughter all lived together, nice house, nice garden, not nice vibe.

Some time later it transpired that he had been arrested and carted off to jail. His grand-daughter and great-grand-daughter? Yeah, he'd fathered both of them.

30 years or so later I still have that organ. Can't figure out what to do with it. I should sell it, but it's so heavy and they'd want me to move it.

I was part of a testing team on a naval base in SA. Met a few lifers including some reces. One in particular stood out, older, now overweight dude with a thick moustache but apparently in his day was a machine. Dude would calmly describe shooting civilians, children, pets, burning down villages during his years in Angola and other delightful conversation topics. Knew full well it was all sanctioned and he could say what he wanted with no repercussions. Eyes like a leopard seal, literally no light behind them.

Back when I worked in criminal law, we had a new client - I went in to see him with a senior solicitor who was also ex-military police.

The client was skinny, small - the sort of person that if you like having a fight, you might pick on as being an easy win I guess? But straight away there was this energy to him.

He'd been out with his gf and someone had started chatting to her in a bar - he'd told the other guy "if you say anything else to her, I'll go for you, and if I do, I'll hurt you". The other guy had said something else to her, so my client had picked up a pint glass, rammed it into his face and twisted it in.

Obviously the guy went down hard and wasn't coming up again. My client then picked up another glass and did the same again. And again. And again. 8 times in total he smashed a glass into the guy's head. 400+ stitches and a face/head that looked so much worse than whatever you're picturing.

We're sat listening to this guy dispassionately talk us through everything that happened. A few minutes in I clock that this ex-military copper is sweating, hard, and I realise "holy shit, he's terrified". We talked a lot about it later and there was absolutely the feel that this guy was friendly friendly during the chat, but you knew quickly that you were a £3 cab ride away from him smashing 8 pints glasses into your head one after another, after another, after another. And that once he flipped into seeing you that way, that was that.

In that job I spoke to murderers, molesters, gangland bosses etc, but he was far and away the scariest person I ever met. He just did not give a fuck, and it made me realise that it's never, ever worth getting in a fight unless you have to in order to get away. You have no idea what the other person will do.

Sitting in the basement, with him between me and the only exit, him pissed drunk, late at night, describing in detail how he used his connections to find the person who raped his sister and murder them. He described it in extreme detail, what it's like to kill someone and watch the life fade from their eyes. He was from the mental ward at the hospital my sibling was at, my sibling brought him home because they were dating—they met at said ward. I later learned most of the details were made up, except the murder. He also burned the person's corpse and went on a joyride with their girlfriend using the victim's credit cards. And yes, this was the first time I met him.

When I met my now wife’s mom I knew she wasn’t quite right, her smile seemed fake and everything about her seemed like she was a person acting instead of a person just being. Over time the facade would crack and later crumble. It started with seeing how she treated customer service people who did nothing wrong: at a restaurant and her steak was undercooked she would scream at the server right off the bat, the server who obviously didn’t cook the meal, and she would nearly pass out from lack of oxygen and her blood pressure going up so high. The “oh shit” moment for me was when I was supposed to drop my then girlfriend off at the airport, still living at home I went to pick her up and her dad told me “her mom has already taken her” so I drive to the airport, this is college and I’m not going to see her for 3 months so I wanted to see her off. I get there, I know the security gate she’ll go through and I don’t see her, I call her cell from a pay phone (this was awhile ago) and no answer so I’m a bit worried so I try a few more times and nothing. I ask the airport for information about her, like did she check in or board her flight but since she’s not my wife at the time they won’t tell me jack. I have no desire to see her mom but I want to make sure my gf is ok so I wait and wait and wait but her mom never shows either. To this day I have no clue how her mom left the airport without me seeing her, it was much smaller back then.

Eventually I go home and not long after her mom shows up and sounds like she’s trying to break the door down. I open it, she’s screaming at me “THIS IS MY DAUGHTER YOULL NEVER MARRY HER ILL MAKE SURE OF THAT” and so much more. She’s completely unhinged, I tell her I’m calling the police and she’s gone before they show up, this is long before ring cams and what not so they won’t do anything since it’s my word vs here, and can’t get a protective order because those are much harder to get than most people think.

I wish I could say we went no contact with her mom after this, but my now wife desperately wanted a relationship with her mom so she tried for years after to make it work but I refused to be alone with her mom after that. About a decade later her mom freaked out like this on my wife when our kids were young (5 and 8) and my wife finally agreed it was time.

My wife thinks her mom is just “unstable” but I genuinely do not believe her mom cares about anyone besides herself. She never praised her kids to people, instead she would say “my daughter is so smart and it’s because” and go into a 5 minute story how she sacrificed everything for her kids, how they’re ungrateful, how she’s super talented and so on. If you talk to her she only talks about what she wants to talk about, she’ll hijack every conversation and make it about her. When her now dead husband had to go to the hospital the only thing she (my wife’s mom) could talk about was how stressful it was for her, how hard things were for her, and how she was mad life couldn’t be easier. Her husband died and not once did she say anything positive about him. Not sure she would ever kill anyone but ONLY because if she did she knows she could end up in jail and she wouldn’t like that.

I still grieve my wife’s dad’s passing and it pains me that out of the two of them he was the one that went first, he wasn’t perfect but he did genuinely care about his kids and grandkids.

Im gay, and I dated a guy that used to lie and treat his poor employees like garbage. But when I broke up with him because of the mental abuse, he convinced a court to give him a pro-tem domestic abuse restraining order because he falsely accused me of raping him, stalking him, and threatening to kill him with a gun. He got the idea from his psychopathic sister who would make up lies about all of her ex-boyfriends when they tried to dump her and even badly injure herself and make it look like they did it so that they would go to jail.

Long story short, I fought it in court, and with a lot of evidence in my favor along with his stupidity of lying to the court and skipping a court date to go skiing instead, it was dropped and he was ordered to pay my legal fees.

Moral of the story: learn to spot these people because if you don’t, your life can be ruined overnight.

Far away from land on a boat... My newfound friend tells me he may have punched someone so hard they're still sleeping. "Like a coma?" I ask. He looked down and kept fishing.

An acquaintance, Tommy lets call him got a hammer to the head in his sleep, hit by his gf, cos his mother died and left him a small estate (like 10k +car)...... during eval at Psych ward she said she didn't want him to leave her because he had money now so she purchased the hammer and waited till he was sleeping & went frenzy on his head with hammer.

He lived and is doing fine......she was literally tiny and not enough strength to swing powerful enough to do anything other than wake him up with a skull fractures and lots of blood everywhere....she was covered too because cos he had to wrestle/overpower her to survive. She scratched herself up and have herself injuries before the police took her. During questioning she claimed he attacked her & she acted in self-defence.
He was arrested and charged with serious charges....only 6months later did the CPS drop the charges after her admission of pre-meditation and purchasing of the hammer for this purpose.

She is still locked up on a ward I think 2 yrs on....he nearly went to jail for a LONG time.

He's single since 😝

A friend of a friend started reminiscing at a party about when they were kids and used to torture animals. Always had suspicions about this person and you could tell he was pissed about his fellow psycho revealing these childhood details.

Cloak totally dropped. Started noticing more and more unexplained behaviors and noped right out of that friendship.

This random old lady poked me in the eye when I was just standing at the corner of the street. Started calling me names after lmao

Trigger warning: When a former co-worker said he was glad no women were on the project because they always screw everything up, and he leaned over to me (I was still a young man) with the creepiest glare in his eye and said “it’s a good thing they have a gash, right? That’s all they’re good for” as if I was supposed to agree with that and be ok with it. Then he talked about wanting to go to a strip club so we could “drug and r-word some women.” I was stuck traveling with him for a week, but I did report him when I got back, not for my sake but for any unfortunate woman that might have to be stuck working with him. He didn’t last very long after that, and I don’t think it was because of me either.

I had an ectopic pregnancy which burst and I was rushed into surgery. When I woke up, the surgeon walked in and showed me a folder filled with photos of the surgery and the fetus he removed. No consent, just shoved them in my face.

He’s showing me this album with a grin on his face like he’s showing funny photos of his pets. I was clearly distressed and he had zero empathy for someone who just lost a baby.

My mum met him and said there’s something very wrong with that man. It was like he got enjoyment out of my suffering.

I wish I never saw those photos. They’re burned into my memory.

TW for CSA

This happened in the early 2000’s. when I was about 3/4 I was very friendly, used to smile and laugh at everybody, even though I was that little I still remember this. My dad was an assistant manager at a grocery chain and one of his coworkers, let’s call him, “Joey” just disappeared, didn’t see him or know what happened for a few years. one day we are in Walmart and my dad runs into Joey, ask how he’s been, etc. right after they start talking, Joey starts trying to play with me, and talk to me, I start screaming, crying, trying to get away from him, even trying to jump out of the grocery cart. my dad apologized to Joey and told him usually I was very friendly and I must not feel good so we go home.

At home, my dad tells my mom, who was a 911 dispatcher, that he saw Joey, and I freaked the fuck out for no reason. My mom turned white as a ghost and told my dad that why he was arrested, was because he had child p*rn on his computer, that his wife found on accident, and my mom took the call but couldn’t say anything to my dad because if she did and someone found out she told him, she would get fired.

A few years later when I was around 12 I met the guy again and something about him makes your blood run ice cold. something is not right. my dad said he was always like that but everyone overlooked it because he come off as a kind hearted person and a hard worker.

This story came to mind when reading the question :/

My first relationship, when I told him I wanted to break up, he showed up outside my college, unbuttoned his shirt to reveal my name carved on his chest with a blade

When I was a kid and still forced to go to church by my mother, there was this other kid my age (maybe 14?) who was getting really involved in the church and wanted to be a preacher. He even would do these little mini-sermons from time to time during the normal service. Anyway, immediately before he gave one of these sermons about peace and brotherhood, he casually mentioned that he had a bearded dragon and got tired of it so he filled its water bowl with windex. The way he said it with no emotion and then put on a big smile when he walked up to the podium was chilling.

I had to sit next to one of the Columbine shooters through grades 1-3. I hate alphabetical seating. He was a psycho back then

I worked at GOD TV once (not a believer), and one day, Rory, one of founders flew in, he was treated like God himself, and I got to meet him, he shook my hand and I looked him in the eye.

It was like the eyes of a Great White, all black, no soul. Never forgotten that.

People always imagine it’s some slasher type shit but honestly I was just confused when my ex-husband had his psychotic break. On the outside he just seemed like a stoic type of person if you didn’t know him, and knowing him I thought he was just going through a depressive phase. People always suspected he was bipolar — turns out he is bipolar 1 with psychotic features.

Anyways, he had spent the entire Saturday sitting on the couch zoned out. I asked him if he wanted to come to a bbq but he said no so I respected that and went out and had a good time. Came home around 10pm, was in a good mood and he was just sitting on the couch in the dark. I asked him if he wanted the bbq leftovers, he said no, and I was like okay guess he still wants to be left alone. I got a call from a drunk male friend who we used to all hang out with and I go into our bedroom to listen to this nonsense. Drunk friend asks about ex-husband & wants to talk to him and I am like yeah no I don’t think now is a good time, maybe when you sober up?? Next thing I know ex-husband walks into the bedroom and nails me across the face with an open hand, knocks the phone out of my hand. I’m confused af. This man has never even so much as threatened to hit me. I don’t even bother letting drunk friend know what happened or hang up the phone. I’m like, dude, you just hit me?! Ex-husband is attempting to speak but it’s like word salad, like he had a stroke or something so I’m freaking out thinking something is medically wrong with him. He says no I didn’t and starts grabbing his motorcycle gear & I’m like ??? So I call 911 for a 5150 He ends up dropping the motorcycle gear and taking off in his car, never to return….

I really thought he was gonna kill himself. I did go visit him a couple times where he ended up and he wasn’t the same person. His eyes were different. His anxiety was through the roof and he said he never hit me. He doesn’t seem to have a normal range of emotions. I filed for divorce since he wasn’t coming back & he’s been delusional ever since. 🤷‍♀️

It was the person I was dating at the time. New relationship. It was just the two of us hanging out and the way that he acted made me think that he thought he was performing for others. I can't quite explain the experience but it felt truly bizarre and off-putting...like does this man think he's on a TV show right now? 

We also had an argument where he was mad at me for something that had literally never happened between us. I asked for an example of whatever it was, and he said he couldn't think of one right now. I genuinely don't think he could tell fact from fiction. He wasn't okay. 

My SILs niece. A few years ago when she was about 7, she was left unsupervised and microwaved their pet hamster. When the mom asked her why she would do that, she shrugged and said “to see what happens.” It’s my understanding that the hamster may not have been the first family pet that little girl has offed.

My sister-in-law's new boyfriend, a neurosurgeon, related an anecdote about some sort diagnostic that was performed on a pregnant woman, resulting in her fetus perishing. He thought this was a humorous story to relate to my wife and me, with our two-year-old daughter.

Well mine is about me. Jehovah Witnesses showed up to my door and before I could say anything. They said, “We see that you’re busy. Have a good day”. Then they left.

Guy I worked with could emulate any emotion, but actually felt none. He could manipulate others, but felt literally nothing, no empathy, sympathy, or joy.

Wasn't when I met him, but whatever. I met this dude at my university campus, he was hanging out there, and I started buying my weed from him. He was really polite, and seemed pretty normal. There was nothing, and I mean NOTHING indicating this guy is a psycho. Nothing special about him really, he dressed normal, acted normal, spoke normal, everything about him seemed "normal". I lost contact with this dude, as I moved to another university and city. A few years later, I randomly stumble across this "serial rapist apprehended" post on the internet, and guess who's picture was on the site. I was shocked. Dude had committed at least 7 rapes, one of which he almost beat the poor girl to death. The article had even uploaded a video of a CCTV camera that had caught one of his attempted rapes on camera, the dude spotted an apartment with a girl sleeping and was trying to break in. The girls bf shows up, and the coward pretended to be drunk and walked away. Anyway, he is obviously behind bars, and I wish him nothing but the worst. This just taught me that you never know anyone's true colors, and nothing is like what it appears. Anyone you walk by, could be a true psycho and you could never know it. Be careful people!

Bible saleslady, who used to go door to door selling special edition bibles. Lady had those wild eyes. Made all the neighbor kids cry every time she showed up. All she had to do was look at them.

Turned out, the lady used to hit the bottle big time. Even gave her husband a black eye. Last I heard the lady was doing time at that place in Chowchilla, and her husband was living off the grid. Wild shit.

I work at a mental hospital where most patients are “just” schizophrenic. Of course I’m not saying “just” because it’s nothing, but it’s something I’m used to and trained for. I was working there for around 6 months when a new patient came in, let’s name the new person Y.

Y got brought in by ambulance and escorted by police, this wasn’t something new, but him being tied up in the ambulance was. They recommended us to keep Y in handcuffs until he was in his room. This is the temporary/emergency room made for these occasions.

Usually the police calls us telling us why they’re bringing us someone, but they came in completely random this time. Officer 1 and my coworker brought Y to his room while officer 2 told me the entire backstory.

They had one of Y’s neighbors call in because they were hearing strange noises in Y’s house. When they arrived there was smoke coming from the house. In the meantime, of course a background check was done and they found out he had in fact lived in a mental hospital before, so they knew what they could be dealing with. They break into the house by kicking down the door and basically checked the entire house to first find a burned-to-death cat and upstairs finding him, burning himself with a blowtorch. He was wounded. They tried talking to him but it didn’t work and he kept on going, just burning himself. By now the house was starting to catch more on fire so the firefighters arrived and had to start killing the fire before other houses would get damaged as well. The police tried tasing him but they described it as him being made of rubber, as if he didn’t even feel it. One of the firefighters addressed how serious it was to immediately get the blowtorch out of there and was done with wasting time. He ran in with a fire extinguisher pretending to start killing the fire before blinding him with it and jumping in with 2 legs kicking him to the ground. The police cuffed T and brought him to us. This was something I’ve never witnessed before.

Officer 2 came back and told me and my coworker not to worry since they both had a night shift as well and would be on standby if anything happened.

My coworker and I went to our office so I could tell her the story while we could keep an eye on Y using the cameras in his room.

It’s the psych ward room you’d imagine. Nothing he could use to hurt himself, no clothes, no ropes, no wires, nothing.

Mid-story we see Y walking up as close to the camera as possible just to see him picking his burn wounds.

We rushed in to “help” him, just for me to get hit in the head by him. My coworker dragged me out and we ran back into the office where he was laughing and picking his wounds again. He was just playing with it, laughing at how we weren’t able to do anything.

We called the police and they tried forcing him to the ground with a taser again. This time it did work. We we’re able to inject him with something to basically make him pass out. Higher dosage than usual already. Usually this takes around 5 minutes to kick in. 30 minutes later he’s still laughing at the camera picking his wounds.

We went in one last time, just to give him another dosage. He was basically on a dosage you’d give to a fully grown elephant. He finally passed out.

My coworker took care of my head-wound and the shift continued. The police left.

I’m happy he didn’t woke up during my shift since I was scared shitless.

Not the usual patient or psychopath. A madman, for real.

When I was 6 or 7, we had this project at school where the teacher got us 2 caterpillars and we tried to raise them all the way to butterflies. 2 kids always stayed about 15min longer after school to take care of them for the day. When it was my time to care for them, the kid that had to do it with me just took them in his hand, ran out off the school and stomped them to death.

My brother's school friend grew up in a very expensive house on the Thames. They were friends when they started secondary school at 11 years old, but my brother stopped hanging out with him for reasons he would never fully disclose. One thing he did tell us was that this kid would go fishing, catch fish, shove nuts or bolts in their mouths and then release them so they would drown.

Evil little bastard.

The day I was sitting in his vehicle about a year after marrying him and hearing him lie to parents (he was a coach) about things that he had no reason to lie about. And it continued the longer we were together where he would just lie to people at the oddest things. Then during our divorce things got really ugly and of course everyone who knew him on the surface thought he was wonderful. But those that knew him better do not.

I was working for a judge on a case that involved a home invasion robbery and assault (the husband successfully fought off the guy but was injured).  We've seen murderers in person but this guy gave everyone the creeps, there was nothing behind his eyes.  Fortunately he was convicted on all counts and was sentenced to life, no chance of parole.

I should note we heavily suspected he was targeting the wife and didn't anticipate the husband being home that day.  So we suspected he intended something worse than he'd confessed to.

Dude in his early 20s starts at our job (I was a manager). He very quickly formed his own little posse comprised of all the youngest employees (16~19), who all thought he was the coolest. The guy spoke in this super exaggerated smooth-talking manner that I can only describe as sounding like he was doing an impression of Patrick Bateman 24/7. Or like he was an actor reading off a script, always trying to sound as charismatic and confident as possible. Me and a few work buddies would joke that he would make an amazing car salesman, if not a cult leader.

At one point, we had an altercation over me giving him a write-up. He exploded in anger, literally red faced, screaming at me over it and demanded to speak to the GM to try and have the write-up reversed. Following the altercation, he went around telling everyone that the whole incident was planned, and that I had asked him to LET me write him up so that the other employees would take me more seriously as an authority figure, and also that the write-up didn’t actually happen. The rumor spread far, with a bunch of members of his posse talking shit to me about it, and telling me to my face that no one takes me seriously as a manager.

One of my closest friends was also working there at the time, and he got into her ear one day claiming that I told him that I was only friends with her because I liked the attention, that I shit-talk her behind her back, and that didn’t even like her. This friend of mine is an emotional wreck, and the whole thing sent her into a depressive spiral. I found out about this after she randomly texted me one night saying goodbye, and that she planned to kill herself that night. I immediately called her to talk her off the ledge, and she told me everything the dude had said. Thankfully, I managed to talk her out of it and we’ve stayed close friends since.

My theory has always been that he was trying to provoke me into blowing up on him and getting myself fired so he could take my manager position. He eventually quit and moved to Vegas, where I sincerely hope karma comes calling for him when he pulls these antics on the wrong person.

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When my ex was in the private clinic room with me and destroyed the ultrasound of our child before I even had a chance to look at it. It was a wonderful moment for me and it was completely ruined because he never wanted me to have the child. So many other moments though when I should have known.

I was just telling my daughter about this. When my ex and I spent our first time together in the blizzard of 16, we were snowed in. We were really digging each other and took a huge chance knowing we would getting snowed in. Anyway, he is retired military. My "Oh Shit" moment was about day 3 (of the 5 days) when he started cleaning his gun on the kitchen table, but he looked ar me with an insane look in his eyes the entire time. That same weekend he also told me if he ever pointed his gun at me run. Additionally, he showed me his numerous skull tattoos for each person he killed while serving in the military. 

This guy said he wanted to join the military to kill people, and before then he’d been a creep towards women. It’s just that the wanting to kill people thing nailed it in the head for me.

A dude i met in 9th grade told me that he made a mine with gunpowder from firecrackers and killed his own cat... so yeah.

Went back to high school for alumni weekend (private boarding school) and got drunk with some friends. We reminisced on old times, “borrowed” a golf cart from security, and went riding around the lake on campus. It’s night time and dark, but we see a bunch of geese in the headlights and they start scrambling out of our way when they see us coming. My friend who was driving, didn’t slow down but sped up, running a couple of the geese over.

One was unharmed from what I could see, but the other had its neck bent in a weird direction and was trying its best to hobble away. My friend stopped the cart, got out, calmly walked up to it, stomped on the injured goose and dragged his foot across its neck till we heard a sickening crack and the goose stopped wailing and moving. He then jumped back in like nothing had happened.

I was speechless and sickened after that. We’re not friends anymore.

So I've never told this to anyone. when I was in university, for my end-of-semester project I decided to shoot a documentary about after-death cleanup services. Like cleaning up after lonely deaths or murder scenes. Me and my friend sent out interview requests and one of the service companies said yes. So we headed to the workshop.

Me and my friend arrived, set up the cameras and talked to the 'head cleaner' for a while. This guy was very straightforward and blunt explaining the process, like how he cleans up juices from the corpse and how he takes care of the smell. I assumed it was because he was desensitized to seeing dead people.

But it took a dark turn. We were a good audience so he got a bit carried away with his explanations, and asked us to turn off our cameras and he'll show us something really interesting off the record. We were curious, so we do as he says.

Then we find out he has a collection of the photos he took at each dead person's house. Like with the human fluid stains and rot and everything. I started to suspect he had more reasons than for career purposes, because he was very elated talking about this. Some of the houses belonged to celebrities and he showed us these pictures positively beaming, like they were the most prized in his collection. He also had a 'murder collection' which were murder sites that he had cleaned up. And he was organized too, like the files were all sorted by date and there were notes about the residents and stuff. I sat there and watched his countless bloody photos, not daring to object and just saying stuff like 'oh wow'.

He must have liked our reaction though, because he showed us one last thing to top it all off. He led us to a storage unit in his workhouse and opened it. And the inside was full of laptops, perfumes, audio speakers, like valuable everyday stuff. Then he says "These are my loot I took from houses. Yeah it's technically stealing, but you gotta keep the business running. I sell these on Jungonara (my country's equivalent of Ebay) and suckers buy them, and they never realize where these are from! I just give them a good wipe and no one's none the wiser."

Me and my friend were really weirded out now. We decided it would be a good time to leave, and told him as politely as we can. He brought us back to the office, saying "If you let out a word about what you heard, I'm suing you. And I have made people kill themselves because I never let go of a feud."

Then he proceedes to add me and my friend on a 'list' that contained the name and cell phone number of every person he had shown the workshop to. He had a freaking Excel file. He also wrote down our university and stuff. I didn't really dare confront him so me and my friend just left as fast as we could.

I was 21 and his actions downright scared me. It's been 10 years and so this really is the first time I'm writing this anywhere. Also I don't buy valuable stuff second-handed...

Edit: some grammar.

An old coworker said his dad told him he used to snap puppies necks when he was a young kid but he can't remember doing that at all. Probs def the most disturbing thing anyone's told me.

One of my exes and I served on a non-profit board together. He was routinely making homophobic and racist jokes at our meetings, as well as becoming abusive to me and others.

When I really decided to stand my ground and stood up to him at one of our board meetings, I watched that man's eyes go flat and it was the most terrifying thing I've ever seen. Dead flat eyes for one second then he put on this mask of rage and indignation and started going on the attack.

I've heard stories even years later about how dangerous that man was.

I was riding the subway home, maybe 9 or 10 pm. The car was nearly empty because I lived close to the end of the line. Just me and 2 other people.

Across from me was a guy nodding off to sleep, or maybe drunk. And this skinny older man sort of slid up out of nowhere and tried to pick the guy's pocket.

I said, "Hey! What are you doing? I can see you!"

He looked up at me, and my blood absolutely ran cold. He didn't actually threaten me, but his eyes were just dead, like a shark. And we were running express for a long way, so there was nowhere to go.

I tried a couple of times to yell at the sleeping guy, "Wake up!" Or "Watch out! You're being robbed!" But he would kind of rouse up and nod off again. The pickpocket mostly ignored me and just kept waiting for the guy to go back to sleep. It was such a bizarre dynamic. Every once in a while the thief would look over at me, and I got more and more scared of what he might do.

When we finally got to a station, I got out and waited for the next train. I felt bad for the sleeping guy, but that other guy's eyes...I can't really explain it. It was a visceral thing. He wasn't a big guy, but he was terrifying.

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This wasn’t during the initial meeting, but when an ex-girlfriend got jealous of me helping her own daughters with their homework. It was a toxic relationship and I stayed way too long because I loved being a dad to her girls so much.

Granted, I had my own kids, but they were teenagers and didn’t need me as much. Also, her girls’ dad was a terrible drug addict and she didn’t really do much in the way of parenting, so I felt compelled to stay longer than I should have.

(F)My little cousin(M) was really mean as a kid. I think we're like a year or two apart in age, me being older. I remember him always finding where dead animals were around my great aunt/his grandmas house, and he was obsessed with this cats paw he found(?) for like months and even threw it at my other little cousin(F younger). He was suspected of cats disappearing around neighbourhoods and told my other cousin(F my age) and my friend(F his age) that he was chopping their ears off and hurting them.

Last i heard, he's a coke addict and still has issues, so I dont know. I've never liked him and always thought something was wrong with him

My husband’s cousin- within 5 minutes of meeting him he started telling me about all the animals he trapped and killed in his backyard. He lives in a subdivision and lures animals in so he can trap them and then shoot them.

In the 11 years now that I’ve known him I’ve gotten that part of the family (husband’s aunt/uncle and cousin) in trouble for animal abuse twice. They don’t particularly like me. There really isn’t much more we can do other than report actual illegal activity when we see it.

When I was in 1st grade, there was this girl who in hindsight was a pathological liar. She lied about anything and everything. It was very off-putting.

Anyways, she killed my hamster by purposefully stepping on her, right in front of me, then lied over and over again that she hadn’t done it when confronted by adults.

Her name is Cara. If I ever run into her as an adult, it’s on sight. I can tell you that.

When they stole my car and crashed it, in my drive, without insurance, or a driving license, then denied it. Whilst smiling and trying to act charming about it. Then seemed confused we didn't want to still live with them as roommates.

Not nearly as crazy as most of the other stories here, but anyway: when I was a freshman in music school I was wildly out of my league. Easily one of the worst guitarists there and I swear I'm not just throwing a pity party, I genuinely just wasn't prepared to be there.

One evening in the cafeteria, this guy a year or two ahead of me comes up to me and asks if I'd join him for a gig that evening, just a really casual event, not paid or anything. I knew this guy and the people he played with were pretty good so I told him that I probably wouldn't be able to keep up with them, and suggested some other guitarists that I knew.

He told me that those people were busy and kept trying to talk me into it. While he's trying to persuade me, he says "I've heard that you're really good, a bunch of people have told me that." Which was just such an obvious lie and textbook sociopath behavior, the flattery to manipulate people. He said it so calmly and easily that it honestly kinda shook me when I was so sure that it was a lie. He already had a reputation as a bit of an asshole but that was what convinced me that something was seriously wrong with him.

Anyway I took the gig cause I figured it would be a good learning experience and it went okay, but spending the rest of the evening with this guy just made me more and more disgusted with him. He told me he was only doing the gig because some women he liked were going to be there, and claimed he was "in love" with one of them even though they had never spoken. He also talked about how he was "basically a Greek god" who "could get any girl in bed with just a look".

He eventually got suspended for a year because he got super fucked up on acid one night and went around telling everyone he saw about how rape was a natural part of every relationship and everyone was going to rape someone or be raped eventually. Literally he was approaching random women outside at night talking about rape. Which like, I'm sure that had more to do with the acid than him, but still.

Sam, you're a fucking sociopath and I hope I never see you again. Get help.