
English: 
There are a lot of messed up things that have
been posted on Reddit over the years, many
of them infamous, like the carbon monoxide
poisoning story. I’m only covereing 5 posts
in this video - so this isn’t a collection
of ALL the dark things that have been posted
there, not a list of the most well known posts
- it’s just a collection I found morbidly
intriguing, and that I wanted to show you
guys. If this video doesn’t feature a post
that you’d expect to see in a “top 5”
creepy reddit posts video, I may not have
included it because I’ve already covered
the post in another upload, or because I plan
on using it in a future video. So, with all
that out of the way, please close the curtains,
turn off the lights, settle down, and let’s
disturb ourselves with a handful of sinister

English: 
There are a lot of messed up things that have
been posted on Reddit over the years, many
of them infamous, like the carbon monoxide
poisoning story.
I’m only covereing 5 posts in this video
- so this isn’t a collection of ALL the
dark things that have been posted there, not
a list of the most well known posts - it’s
just a collection I found morbidly intriguing,
and that I wanted to show you guys.
If this video doesn’t feature a post that
you’d expect to see in a “top 5” creepy
reddit posts video, I may not have included
it because I’ve already covered the post
in another upload, or because I plan on using
it in a future video.
So, with all that out of the way, please close
the curtains, turn off the lights, settle

English: 
reddit posts that I think you guys will enjoy.
We’ll kick things off with a real heavy
one, prepare yourselves. 3 years ago, a man
who went by the username Jasoninhell made
a post on the r/relationship_advice subreddit,
seeking opinions and support. The title of
his post spoke for itself: I’m Having a
Hard Time Coping with my Wife Having Cheated
on me with our Neighbour. The post itself
is a long read, but I’ll give a quick summary
here: essentially, Jason began by saying that
1 year prior, he caught his 29 year old wife
having an affair with their 51 year old neighbour
- he decided to stay with her for the sake
of their 2 children, but said he hadn’t
been able to get over the betrayal, and that
it constantly occupied his mind. “It has
been 476 days since I confronted her about
it, how do I know? Because every time I catch
myself thinking about it I tell myself, "It's
only been X days, maybe you won't think about

English: 
down, and let’s disturb ourselves with a
handful of sinister reddit posts that I think
you guys will enjoy.
We’ll kick things off with a real heavy
one, prepare yourselves.
3 years ago, a man who went by the username
Jasoninhell made a post on the r/relationship_advice
subreddit, seeking opinions and support.
The title of his post spoke for itself: I’m
Having a Hard Time Coping with my Wife Having
Cheated on me with our Neighbour.
The post itself is a long read, but I’ll
give a quick summary here: essentially, Jason
began by saying that 1 year prior, he caught
his 29 year old wife having an affair with
their 51 year old neighbour - he decided to
stay with her for the sake of their 2 children,
but said he hadn’t been able to get over
the betrayal, and that it constantly occupied
his mind.
“It has been 476 days since I confronted
her about it, how do I know?
Because every time I catch myself thinking
about it I tell myself, "It's only been X

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it tomorrow”.”
He went on to describe how he found out she
was cheating, how he confronted her and the
neighbour, and how she responded by threatening
him with “you’ll never see your kids again.”
Jason had tried to end his life when he was
in high school, so she was going to use that
as evidence as to why he was an unfit father.
She even made the poor guy apologise to the
neighbour! Realising that she was willing
to drag the kids through hell and use it against
him, Jason made the decision to stay with
her.
He received various responses, though most
people agreed he needed to file for divorce,
pronto. Staying in an unhealthy relationship
was a bad idea for both him and the kids.
Jason then made a followup post, in which
he thanked everyone for their advice, and
said he was indeed going ahead with the divorce
like they suggested, and was meeting with
an attorney in the following week. Problem
solved, right?

English: 
days, maybe you won't think about it tomorrow”.”
He went on to describe how he found out she
was cheating, how he confronted her and the
neighbour, and how she responded by threatening
him with “you’ll never see your kids again.”
Jason had tried to end his life when he was
in high school, so she was going to use that
as evidence as to why he was an unfit father.
She even made the poor guy apologise to the
neighbour!
Realising that she was willing to drag the
kids through hell and use it against him,
Jason made the decision to stay with her.
He received various responses, though most
people agreed he needed to file for divorce,
pronto.
Staying in an unhealthy relationship was a
bad idea for both him and the kids.
Jason then made a followup post, in which
he thanked everyone for their advice, and
said he was indeed going ahead with the divorce
like they suggested, and was meeting with
an attorney in the following week.
Problem solved, right?
Far from it.

English: 
Far from it. This is where things took a horrible
and unforeseeable turn. Jason’s wife’s
name was Brandi Worley. After Jason filed
for divorce, she went to the kitchen, picked
up a blade, and took the lives of both of
their children by plunging it into their necks.
Afterwards, she even tried to end her own,
before calling the authorities and telling
them what had just happened. All the while,
Jason was asleep in the basement. She was
sentenced to 120 years in prison. Reddit was
in disbelief - everyone who had read the previous
posts must’ve thought Brandi was a horrible
person, but I doubt anyone anticipated this.
Many users felt guilty for the advice they
had given Jason, specifically those who had
replied with a harsh tone, criticising him.
A mod-sanctioned post was made asking everyone
to remember that behind each of the posts
on the site are real people, with real problems,

English: 
This is where things took a horrible and unforeseeable
turn.
Jason’s wife’s name was Brandi Worley.
After Jason filed for divorce, she went to
the kitchen, picked up a blade, and took the
lives of both of their children by plunging
it into their necks.
Afterwards, she even tried to end her own,
before calling the authorities and telling
them what had just happened.
All the while, Jason was asleep in the basement.
She was sentenced to 120 years in prison.
Reddit was in disbelief - everyone who had
read the previous posts must’ve thought
Brandi was a horrible person, but I doubt
anyone anticipated this.
Many users felt guilty for the advice they
had given Jason, specifically those who had
replied with a harsh tone, criticising him.
A mod-sanctioned post was made asking everyone
to remember that behind each of the posts

English: 
on the site are real people, with real problems,
and to respond respectfully.
Jason went on to make another post, this time
titled Thank You.
“I would like to give a heartfelt and sincere
thank you for the advice and support I have
received here.
No one could have foreseen the tragedy that
resulted from me filing for divorce.
You guys perform a wonderful service to those
in need and I hope you continue to do so in
the future.”
With the support of YouTuber Philip DeFranco
who raised awareness about the incident, $56,000
was raised to help Jason with living and funeral
expenses.
I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say
our thoughts go out to him.
5 years ago, reddit user lariguilger made
a post on a thread titled “What was the

English: 
and to respond respectfully.
Jason went on to make another post, this time
titled Thank You. “I would like to give
a heartfelt and sincere thank you for the
advice and support I have received here. No
one could have foreseen the tragedy that resulted
from me filing for divorce. You guys perform
a wonderful service to those in need and I
hope you continue to do so in the future.”
With the support of YouTuber Philip DeFranco
who raised awareness about the incident, $56,000
was raised to help Jason with living and funeral
expenses. I’m sure I speak for all of us
when I say our thoughts go out to him.
5 years ago, reddit user lariguilger made
a post on a thread titled “What was the

English: 
scariest/creepiest thing that has ever happened
to you?”
- the thread itself went relatively unnoticed,
only reaching 3.6k upvotes, but one response
in particular stuck in the minds of many people
who read it at the time, and, even today,
gets cited as one of the creepiest experiences
shared by any user on the site.
It comes from a user who has since deleted
their account, and is a cautionary tale of
the highest order…
Years ago, I was on a cross country trip,
solo, to a family reunion.
I was supposed to make it a friends house,
but there was horrible weather, it was slow
moving.
Then a terrible accident happened just ahead
of me, and I was stuck for quite a while.
All told I was five hours behind schedule.
I was exhausted, in need of a bathroom and
a shower, so I pulled into a little strip
motel off of a fairly back roads state road.
It was obviously small and dirty, but would
work in a pinch.
There was a window to the outside where check
in was.

English: 
scariest/creepiest thing that has ever happened
to you?” - the thread itself went relatively
unnoticed, only reaching 3.6k upvotes, but
one response in particular stuck in the minds
of many people who read it at the time, and,
even today, gets cited as one of the creepiest
experiences shared by any user on the site.
It comes from a user who has since deleted
their account, and is a cautionary tale of
the highest order…
Years ago, I was on a cross country trip,
solo, to a family reunion. I was supposed
to make it a friends house, but there was
horrible weather, it was slow moving. Then
a terrible accident happened just ahead of
me, and I was stuck for quite a while. All
told I was five hours behind schedule.
I was exhausted, in need of a bathroom and
a shower, so I pulled into a little strip
motel off of a fairly back roads state road.
It was obviously small and dirty, but would
work in a pinch.

English: 
There was a window to the outside where check
in was. The guy there eyed me up (then a college
aged girl), asked me if I was traveling alone.
I went to hand him my ID and credit card,
but he insisted cash only. Red flags were
going off at this point, but I scrounged together
just enough cash and he tossed me the key.
The room was dirty, barely bigger than the
bed. The first thing I did was go to the bathroom,
then I flipped up the mattress: dirty, signs
of bed bugs. A moment later, I spied a cockroach.
That was it, I was out. I decided I would
use the parking space at least, and sleep
in the back trunk hatch of my suv. I curled
up, using a suitcase for a pillow and random
clothes for a blanket and fell asleep for
an hour.
I woke up aware of someone talking on a phone
outside, and glanced out to see the guy from
check in standing outside (it was now around

English: 
The guy there eyed me up (then a college aged
girl), asked me if I was traveling alone.
I went to hand him my ID and credit card,
but he insisted cash only.
Red flags were going off at this point, but
I scrounged together just enough cash and
he tossed me the key.
The room was dirty, barely bigger than the
bed.
The first thing I did was go to the bathroom,
then I flipped up the mattress: dirty, signs
of bed bugs.
A moment later, I spied a cockroach.
That was it, I was out.
I decided I would use the parking space at
least, and sleep in the back trunk hatch of
my suv.
I curled up, using a suitcase for a pillow
and random clothes for a blanket and fell
asleep for an hour.
I woke up aware of someone talking on a phone
outside, and glanced out to see the guy from
check in standing outside (it was now around
3 am).

English: 
3 am). He finished up his call, then walked
quietly over TO MY ROOM, unlocked the door,
and walked in. The lights didn't turn on,
and a minute or two later later, he came back
out, slamming the door behind him, and cursing,
with ANOTHER GUY. I hadn't seen guy two enter,
so I still don't know where he came from.
They angrily talked for a moment, then check
in guy walked over to my suv. I covered up
my head quickly with a shirt. After he tried
the locked door, he peered in the backseat,
but between my tinted windows, and blending
into the general mess, he didn't notice me
in the hatch.
The two guys walked away to the far side if
the lot. talking more, the one gesturing across
the street where a diner was. While they were
distracted, I climbed up to the front seat
and started up the suv, they turning around
in surprise as I pulled away.
I called my friends back home and told them,
but didn't want to worry my family, so I said

English: 
He finished up his call, then walked quietly
over TO MY ROOM, unlocked the door, and walked
in.
The lights didn't turn on, and a minute or
two later later, he came back out, slamming
the door behind him, and cursing, with ANOTHER
GUY.
I hadn't seen guy two enter, so I still don't
know where he came from.
They angrily talked for a moment, then check
in guy walked over to my suv.
I covered up my head quickly with a shirt.
After he tried the locked door, he peered
in the backseat, but between my tinted windows,
and blending into the general mess, he didn't
notice me in the hatch.
The two guys walked away to the far side if
the lot.
talking more, the one gesturing across the
street where a diner was.
While they were distracted, I climbed up to
the front seat and started up the suv, they
turning around in surprise as I pulled away.
I called my friends back home and told them,
but didn't want to worry my family, so I said

English: 
nothing to them.
When I got back home some three weeks later,
we figured out the name of the hotel thanks
to google maps and called the local police.
They told me the place had closed down only
days before I called.
Edit: frequent questions stuff.
This was about a decade ago, took place along
250 (I believe) in Virginia.
Place name was "Mountain Top" or "Mountain
Side" Motel.
It was a single story building, check in window
in the middle.
Tiny diner across the street, no other businesses
nearby.
My logic was that it was smarter than parking
by the side of the road.
Police took my info, never called me back.
Never found out anything from web searches
immediately afterwards.

English: 
nothing to them. When I got back home some
three weeks later, we figured out the name
of the hotel thanks to google maps and called
the local police. They told me the place had
closed down only days before I called.
Edit: frequent questions stuff. This was about
a decade ago, took place along 250 (I believe)
in Virginia. Place name was "Mountain Top"
or "Mountain Side" Motel. It was a single
story building, check in window in the middle.
Tiny diner across the street, no other businesses
nearby. My logic was that it was smarter than
parking by the side of the road. Police took
my info, never called me back. Never found
out anything from web searches immediately
afterwards. At least one friend thought I

English: 
At least one friend thought I misunderstood
the situation and there was a logical reason.
Not a single post, so to speak, but occasionally
on AskReddit you’ll see someone pose the
question “What secret could ruin your life,”
or something to that effect.
These threads always garner an interesting
range of responses.
Though a lot of the replies are lighthearted
and in the spirit of good fun, others are
more disturbing, and some even sinister…
3 years ago, one of these “what secret could
run you life” threads was started by user
thisisathrowaway23 - a relevant username,
since pretty much everyone who makes a wild
confession on the website makes a new account
to do so - on a topic like this, they don’t
want anyone they know tracing their post back
to them, after all.
Some of the replies might make you crack a
smile - like VR6’s post: “I get paid a
six figure salary for a standard 40 hour a
week corporate job for a massive well known

English: 
misunderstood the situation and there was
a logical reason.
Not a single post, so to speak, but occasionally
on AskReddit you’ll see someone pose the
question “What secret could ruin your life,”
or something to that effect. These threads
always garner an interesting range of responses.
Though a lot of the replies are lighthearted
and in the spirit of good fun, others are
more disturbing, and some even sinister…
3 years ago, one of these “what secret could
run you life” threads was started by user
thisisathrowaway23 - a relevant username,
since pretty much everyone who makes a wild
confession on the website makes a new account
to do so - on a topic like this, they don’t
want anyone they know tracing their post back
to them, after all.
Some of the replies might make you crack a
smile - like VR6’s post: “I get paid a
six figure salary for a standard 40 hour a
week corporate job for a massive well known

English: 
company. In a given week I do maybe an hour
of actual work, the rest of the time I am
on reddit or youtube slacking off. I thought
when I got this job that eventually someone
would figure out I don't do anything all day
but here I am 14 years later still doing fuck
all and getting paid a lot for it.
Some of them, however, are from users who
clearly need a way to get things off their
chest, and use throwaway accounts to confess
their deepest secrets to strangers. A few
of them are so bad that I can’t read them
here, not without upsetting papa-YouTube at
least, but I’ll read a handful of them now:
A while back, I was cheating on my wife with
a coworker. It went on for months, and I never
really cared for the woman I was cheating
with. She was super hot, though. After a while
my coworker started getting really crazy and
threatening to tell my wife (whom I had a
child with and a baby on the way) about everything.
Obviously, I kept trying to cut things off

English: 
company.
In a given week I do maybe an hour of actual
work, the rest of the time I am on reddit
or youtube slacking off.
I thought when I got this job that eventually
someone would figure out I don't do anything
all day but here I am 14 years later still
doing fuck all and getting paid a lot for
it.
Some of them, however, are from users who
clearly need a way to get things off their
chest, and use throwaway accounts to confess
their deepest secrets to strangers.
A few of them are so bad that I can’t read
them here, not without upsetting papa-YouTube
at least, but I’ll read a handful of them
now:
A while back, I was cheating on my wife with
a coworker.
It went on for months, and I never really
cared for the woman I was cheating with.
She was super hot, though.
After a while my coworker started getting
really crazy and threatening to tell my wife
(whom I had a child with and a baby on the
way) about everything.

English: 
because I realized I was making a mistake.
She lost it one night and was freaking out
and texting me telling me she was going to
come to my house, and a drunk driver hit her.
She died instantly. No one knows I was having
an affair, and my family went to her funeral.
I cut off all contact with everyone I know
and moved to Kenya, I tell people a fake name
and a fake background and have made it appear
to my family that I died on boat trip in the
Pacific. No I am not joking. I am dead in
the United States.
When I was about five years old, My sister
(2 years old) and I were in the backyard in
a kiddie pool, when my mom went inside, I
attempted to drown my sister. After I saw
her lifeless, I realized that it was a big
mistake, pulled her out of the pool and called
for my mom. Luckily she knew CPR and she was
life flighted to the hospital.

English: 
Obviously, I kept trying to cut things off
because I realized I was making a mistake.
She lost it one night and was freaking out
and texting me telling me she was going to
come to my house, and a drunk driver hit her.
She died instantly.
No one knows I was having an affair, and my
family went to her funeral.
I cut off all contact with everyone I know
and moved to Kenya, I tell people a fake name
and a fake background and have made it appear
to my family that I died on boat trip in the
Pacific.
No I am not joking.
I am dead in the United States.
When I was about five years old, My sister
(2 years old) and I were in the backyard in
a kiddie pool, when my mom went inside, I
attempted to drown my sister.
After I saw her lifeless, I realized that
it was a big mistake, pulled her out of the
pool and called for my mom.
Luckily she knew CPR and she was life flighted
to the hospital.

English: 
My mom thanked me for saving her, pulling
her out of the pool. Next week was my birthday,
the police, firefighters, paramedics came
to my house to give me gifts and celebrate
my birthday.
To this day 20 years later, I still think
about it. I remember the day so vividly, not
a soul knows the real truth.
That I'm in love with my best friend. Not
my husband.
Secrets like that, and so on and so forth.
What makes threads like these so disturbing
is the realisation that so many people, normal,
everyday folk, harbour some pretty dark secrets
that they don’t share with anybody. Maybe
your close friends or family members or life
partners are hiding a huge secret from you
that would completely alter how you saw them.
Perhaps something so bad that it would ruin
your relationship with them, or even your

English: 
My mom thanked me for saving her, pulling
her out of the pool.
Next week was my birthday, the police, firefighters,
paramedics came to my house to give me gifts
and celebrate my birthday.
To this day 20 years later, I still think
about it.
I remember the day so vividly, not a soul
knows the real truth.
That I'm in love with my best friend.
Not my husband.
Secrets like that, and so on and so forth.
What makes threads like these so disturbing
is the realisation that so many people, normal,
everyday folk, harbour some pretty dark secrets
that they don’t share with anybody.
Maybe your close friends or family members
or life partners are hiding a huge secret
from you that would completely alter how you
saw them.
Perhaps something so bad that it would ruin
your relationship with them, or even your
entire life.

English: 
Perhaps even you’re hiding something like
that yourself.
How much do we really know the people around
us - heck, even the people closest to us?
Thoughts like that sometimes lead to me asks
myself - is it better to face reality and
hear a dark truth, even one that could uproot
your whole world and change everything, in
the knowledge that at least you know what’s
real in your life… or is it better to god
on living the lie, in blissful ignorance.
What do you think?
There’s a lot of creepy material on r/LetsNotMeet
- it’s pretty much where all us horror narrators
found our stories back in the early days.
Basically, the subreddit is for people to
share their real life encounters with people
they never want to meet again.
Most of the stories there are pretty dark,
but a few stand out as truly bone chilling.
I’ll share one such post here with you now,
from Reddit user flaxenfare.

English: 
entire life. Perhaps even you’re hiding
something like that yourself. How much do
we really know the people around us - heck,
even the people closest to us? Thoughts like
that sometimes lead to me asks myself - is
it better to face reality and hear a dark
truth, even one that could uproot your whole
world and change everything, in the knowledge
that at least you know what’s real in your
life… or is it better to god on living the
lie, in blissful ignorance. What do you think?
There’s a lot of creepy material on r/LetsNotMeet
- it’s pretty much where all us horror narrators
found our stories back in the early days.
Basically, the subreddit is for people to
share their real life encounters with people
they never want to meet again. Most of the
stories there are pretty dark, but a few stand
out as truly bone chilling. I’ll share one

English: 
such post here with you now, from Reddit user
flaxenfare. There were many posts from LetsNotMeet
that I could have selected for this entry,
but I decided to go with this one since it
sums up the best - or should I say creepiest
- type of content the sub has to offer. Here
it goes:
Before I start here’s a bit of context to
my story. My husband and I lived in a small
two floor house with two main entrances, one
along the front and the other on the side
of the house, which opens up into the laundry
room. When we’re too busy or it’s too
late to walk our dog, we hook his collar onto
a long line that’s attached to one of the
pipes on the corner of our house, so he can
use the bathroom. We used to do this from
the door in our laundry room, but we’d noticed
the large step from the door to the ground
had been taking a toll on his hips. As a result,
we started letting him out through the front
door instead, since the porch is much closer
to the ground.
This particular night, I was home alone with
my dog and it was around midnight when I decided

English: 
There were many posts from LetsNotMeet that
I could have selected for this entry, but
I decided to go with this one since it sums
up the best - or should I say creepiest - type
of content the sub has to offer.
Here it goes:
Before I start here’s a bit of context to
my story.
My husband and I lived in a small two floor
house with two main entrances, one along the
front and the other on the side of the house,
which opens up into the laundry room.
When we’re too busy or it’s too late to
walk our dog, we hook his collar onto a long
line that’s attached to one of the pipes
on the corner of our house, so he can use
the bathroom.
We used to do this from the door in our laundry
room, but we’d noticed the large step from
the door to the ground had been taking a toll
on his hips.
As a result, we started letting him out through
the front door instead, since the porch is
much closer to the ground.
This particular night, I was home alone with
my dog and it was around midnight when I decided

English: 
to let him outside one last time before going
to bed. I hook him up to his line, close the
door and lock it, before heading into the
kitchen to put away the dishes. This was pretty
routine, even if he used the bathroom quickly
he liked to walk around along the front and
side of the house for a few minutes before
coming back inside. As I’m putting away
the dishes I hear a scratch on the door (how
my dog signals he wants to come inside), so
I head over to let him back in.
Since I’ve watched way too many scary movies,
I always look through the door’s peephole
before opening the door. Out of habit I look
to check that my dog is in front of the door.
Instead I see a man staring very intently
at the door handle.
I freeze with my hand on the door handle.
I don’t know how much time went by, but
then I heard another scratch, this one louder
than the last. This kind of wakes me up from
my initial shock and I run to grab my cellphone.

English: 
to let him outside one last time before going
to bed.
I hook him up to his line, close the door
and lock it, before heading into the kitchen
to put away the dishes.
This was pretty routine, even if he used the
bathroom quickly he liked to walk around along
the front and side of the house for a few
minutes before coming back inside.
As I’m putting away the dishes I hear a
scratch on the door (how my dog signals he
wants to come inside), so I head over to let
him back in.
Since I’ve watched way too many scary movies,
I always look through the door’s peephole
before opening the door.
Out of habit I look to check that my dog is
in front of the door.
Instead I see a man staring very intently
at the door handle.
I freeze with my hand on the door handle.
I don’t know how much time went by, but
then I heard another scratch, this one louder
than the last.
This kind of wakes me up from my initial shock
and I run to grab my cellphone.

English: 
I call my husband to tell him what’s happening.
He was very confused, I probably wasn’t
explaining the situation very well, but says
that he’s heading home.
This is when I realize my dog is still outside
with this person. I head back to the front
door, trying to make as little noise as possible,
to check whether the stranger is still there.
Just like before, he’s standing there, head
bowed looking at the door knob. I tiptoe over
to the laundry room, and slowly open the door
as quietly as possible. I can’t see my dog
anywhere and the side of my house is covered
in gravel, I knew I couldn’t step outside
without making a lot of noise.
With my heart still pounding in my chest,
I go to the front door to keep an eye on the
stranger and to get a better look at him.
I considered calling the police but I didn’t
feel they would take me seriously, since all
this man was doing was standing in front of
my house. I tried taking a picture of him
with my cellphone but my camera was only able
to take pictures of the peephole and not the

English: 
I call my husband to tell him what’s happening.
He was very confused, I probably wasn’t
explaining the situation very well, but says
that he’s heading home.
This is when I realize my dog is still outside
with this person.
I head back to the front door, trying to make
as little noise as possible, to check whether
the stranger is still there.
Just like before, he’s standing there, head
bowed looking at the door knob.
I tiptoe over to the laundry room, and slowly
open the door as quietly as possible.
I can’t see my dog anywhere and the side
of my house is covered in gravel, I knew I
couldn’t step outside without making a lot
of noise.
With my heart still pounding in my chest,
I go to the front door to keep an eye on the
stranger and to get a better look at him.
I considered calling the police but I didn’t
feel they would take me seriously, since all
this man was doing was standing in front of
my house.
I tried taking a picture of him with my cellphone
but my camera was only able to take pictures
of the peephole and not the images behind
the glass.

English: 
All of the sudden, the man looks up directly
at me.
I swear he knew I was there.
He glares at me, then opens his mouth to show
this taunting malicious grin.
He stood there that way for a few seconds.
With that, he turns around and starts to walk
down the street.
I stay in the same place, almost expecting
him to rush back and start pounding on the
door.
Luckily, my husband got back after a few minutes.
Long story short, he convinced me to call
the police and we went out looking for our
dog.
It turns out this man had cut the end of the
line connected to the pipe, and our dog decided
this was a good time for him to explore my
neighbors backyard, which was where we found
him.
It’s been three years since this happened,
we’ve since moved to a new house (unrelated
reasons), and the police weren’t able to
come up with any suspects.

English: 
images behind the glass.
All of the sudden, the man looks up directly
at me. I swear he knew I was there. He glares
at me, then opens his mouth to show this taunting
malicious grin. He stood there that way for
a few seconds. With that, he turns around
and starts to walk down the street.
I stay in the same place, almost expecting
him to rush back and start pounding on the
door. Luckily, my husband got back after a
few minutes. Long story short, he convinced
me to call the police and we went out looking
for our dog. It turns out this man had cut
the end of the line connected to the pipe,
and our dog decided this was a good time for
him to explore my neighbors backyard, which
was where we found him. It’s been three
years since this happened, we’ve since moved
to a new house (unrelated reasons), and the
police weren’t able to come up with any

English: 
suspects. Ever since then, we take our dog
on very long walks before the sun goes down.
A
simple post for this entry, but one that’s
equal parts intriguing and unsettling. 4 years
ago, user Bangarrangg made the following post
“need $700,000 - what do i do i need it
by jan 2016 or I'm dead from the mob, what
r my options tho?”
A lot of people didn’t take this seriously,
joking around in the comment section. But

English: 
Ever since then, we take our dog on very long
walks before the sun goes down.
A
simple post for this entry, but one that’s
equal parts intriguing and unsettling.
4 years ago, user Bangarrangg made the following
post “need $700,000 - what do i do i need
it by jan 2016 or I'm dead from the mob, what
r my options tho?”
A lot of people didn’t take this seriously,
joking around in the comment section.

English: 
after a few sincere replies, others starting
to come around to the idea that this post
might be legit after all, people started to
question why OP needed the money -
was involved in a fight where an 18 y/o kid
was killed. i was on some stuff and had a
bad temper. i was always protective of my
friends. especially Jon. Jon was in a band
and was taking off, he had a Facebook page.
so he deactivated it. he made a new one, one
of his friends that made a new one got real
mad that he deleted the old page and thought
he didn't want anything to do with her or
his old friends because of the new fame and
band. Jon tried to explain that to her, that
wasn't the case when he tried to. I peered
over Jons shoulder, read their texts and got
heated. I started trash talking the girl,
she got her boyfriends friends to meet me
and my friends out in the desert for a brawl.
One of the guys there was with the gang member
guy's group and pulled out a gun to shoot
me and my friends. One of my friends grabbed
the gun from him and ended up shooting the

English: 
But after a few sincere replies, others starting
to come around to the idea that this post
might be legit after all, people started to
question why OP needed the money -
was involved in a fight where an 18 y/o kid
was killed.
i was on some stuff and had a bad temper.
i was always protective of my friends.
especially Jon.
Jon was in a band and was taking off, he had
a Facebook page.
so he deactivated it.
he made a new one, one of his friends that
made a new one got real mad that he deleted
the old page and thought he didn't want anything
to do with her or his old friends because
of the new fame and band.
Jon tried to explain that to her, that wasn't
the case when he tried to.
I peered over Jons shoulder, read their texts
and got heated.
I started trash talking the girl, she got
her boyfriends friends to meet me and my friends
out in the desert for a brawl.
One of the guys there was with the gang member
guy's group and pulled out a gun to shoot
me and my friends.
One of my friends grabbed the gun from him
and ended up shooting the guy and killing

English: 
him(the dude that pulled out the gun in the
first place).
Then after the fight i violated my probation
the found out i was involved in the fight
and the shooting of the guy and they added
the battery charge.
i wasn't charged with murder, but was involved
in the fight which is why they added assault
and battery charge, plus the probation violation.
but i continued with drug use and violated
my probation by leaving the state.
now I'm sobered up, I just turned 23 and I'm
in a real bad place with some people from
the past.
In his final post, OP shared a picture from
outside his home.
“Think they'll get to me before i can make
any moves.”
That was the last post Bangarang ever made.
Today, 4 years later, there hasn’t been
any activity on his account whatsoever.
This has led many to believe that his appeal
for help was authentic.
This is a pretty unknown post since it only
got 155 upvotes when it was made, but, if
Bangarang’s story is true, it’s one of
the darkest the site has to offer.

English: 
guy and killing him(the dude that pulled out
the gun in the first place). Then after the
fight i violated my probation the found out
i was involved in the fight and the shooting
of the guy and they added the battery charge.
i wasn't charged with murder, but was involved
in the fight which is why they added assault
and battery charge, plus the probation violation.
but i continued with drug use and violated
my probation by leaving the state. now I'm
sobered up, I just turned 23 and I'm in a
real bad place with some people from the past.
In his final post, OP shared a picture from
outside his home. “Think they'll get to
me before i can make any moves.” That was
the last post Bangarang ever made. Today,
4 years later, there hasn’t been any activity
on his account whatsoever. This has led many
to believe that his appeal for help was authentic.
This is a pretty unknown post since it only
got 155 upvotes when it was made, but, if
Bangarang’s story is true, it’s one of

English: 
the darkest the site has to offer. It’s
nice to think that the past is
the past, but

English: 
It’s nice to think that the past is
the past, but

English: 
sometimes it
really does comes back to bite us.

English: 
sometimes it
really does comes back to bite us.
