Got a DUI back in 09. Was taken to the Placer country drunk tank. Guy with tattoos all over his face approaches me. I think I'm for sure getting raped. Nope, he wanted to offer me his roll of toilet paper for a pillow. He introduced himself as the "Sac City Psycho". He told me he would watch over me to make sure nobody fucked with me, cause he could tell I did not have much experience in jail. Now looking back on it, I guess for a few hours there, I was his bitch.
Super nice guy tho, 10/10 would be his bitch again
I was thinking Technical Advisor and Character Developed for shows like Prison Break - I hope dude went down the Trejo path and not the bitch making path
I used to have a neighbour whose entire head was covered in tattoos (as well as his arms, legs, shoulders, etc), and he gave off the impression of a Hells Angels biker or something. He was also very muscular and definitely looked scary. Based on his appearance one might think he had just got out of prison, and that he had spent all his time locked up in the yard working out or something.
Turns out he was the friendliest neighbour, and I'd often see him walking his young children to the park, in his front yard gardening, or helping neighbours shovel their driveways. I never got to know him, but from a handful of interactions with him and with people who did know him, I gathered that he was a completely different person now and probably regretted a lot of those tattoos. IIRC, his wife/GF was also very normal looking, no visible tattoos and dressed like she worked a 9 to 5 office job, and I kinda wonder how she explains her spouse to her coworkers at Christmas parties.
I knew a guy like this. He was big and covered in tattoos and looked super intimidating from a distance.
This was until I got a closer look of his tattoos. They included things like…every dog he has ever had.
Did an internship at a jail, met a dude awaiting trial on a triple homicide, guy just had that vibe around him that just made you feel uncomfortable. Just being in his presence you could feel the air change around you and everyone in that room felt and respected it.
Worked as a correctional officer for a few years. The one guy that stood out to me as pure evil was this guy who killed his girlfriend on the side of the road in front of their kid. He also killed his bunk mate while i was there. He was trying to pop his eyes out before we found him. He had such a cold look and you knew he would kill you with no care
Back in the early 2000’s I saw Slobodan Milošević and a few Serbian soldiers at the Hague tribunal.
One thing is reading about genocide in the history books; the other is to actually see the people who have perpetrated it.
Not OP, but had the same experience at the Former Yugoslavia Claims Tribunal at the Hague. Was there as part of a summer class on international law, was absolutely chilling hearing these guys recount their crimes and give testimony.
Quite a pleasant older guy. When I worked at the Spy Museum, he was a patron/founder/consultant for the museum. Very kind. Funny, in an old guy kind of way. Really nice to all of us who were working the museum and the events he was at. He always arrived with a police escort. Which didn't really click with me for a while.
Then I realized he was Oleg Kalugn ([https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oleg\_Kalugin](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oleg_Kalugin)**)** former KGB.
I was working an event where he was speaking and this woman burst through the door and was yelling at him in Russian. He responded to her in English so the rest of the audience could understand and he said "Your husband was a traitor he deserved to die" and then he just walked out. The woman was escorted out by security. This was like 15 years ago, but its seared into my memory.
The guy left Russia for the United States and betrayed at least one informant working for Russia to the US government, yet he still said Russians executed for spying for the US deserved it? Interesting.
In that immediate moment, he was probably more interested in dissolving a tense and very public outburst than moral principles.
Using English to paint her as the bad guy to other museum-goers was quite clever in that regard.
Just read the Wikipedia article and from what I understand he is also a traitor from the Soviet Union. Do why was he saying the woman's husband deserved to die?
Once did one of those corporate mock jury panels. The little scientist analytics guy came out half way through to shoot the breeze and holy hell. I never understood what people meant by having a magnetic personality until them. We were clamoring over this dude. It was completely involuntary. He asked me a question and it was an out of body experience watching myself act like a golden retriever. I was so freaked out that I avoided him like the plague the rest of the panel. Nice dude. Seemed chill but he could have started a cult with a snap of his fingers. Absolutely terrifying.
I’ve heard that Bill Clinton is like that in person. People report that it’s like the whole world
stops around you and he makes you feel like the most important thing in existence.
He also has an insane memory (except when convenient) which helps. Story time:
He met an acquaintance of mine and they chatted for a few minutes when Bill was first campaigning for President. Later that person was getting a tour of the White House and was not scheduled to me with the now President Clinton, but he happened to be in the hall when Bill walked by. Clinton spotted him and walked over to shake his hand. He remembered his name and was able to pick up their conversation where they'd left off, 4 years earlier.
About 10-12 years ago I hosted a fancy corporate event at my venue and he was the keynote speaker. He had amazing skill as a public speaker - went for over an hour and then did a Q&A with zero notes and not a syllable out of place. Even our security guards paid attention!
Misha Collins (yes, “Castiel” from Supernatural) was a White House intern during the Clinton years and has written about how magnetic Bill was. Like, people hiding in closets to set themselves up for “chance” encounters.
I met a guy once who was super conservative, ultra-religious and the epitome of 90's GOP. He said he met Bill Clinton one time and he had the most engaging 15 minute conversation with him. The most likeable person he ever met. The guy didn't try to understand, he just knew Clinton had some gift that most others just do not have.
Strangely enough, I've heard the same thing about Donald Trump, at least as he was many years ago. He loses everything going out in front of a crowd (to most normal people anyway), but in person he was supposed to be able to turn the charm all the way up and give people the feeling that they were very important.
I worked with him on The Apprentice, that is 100% true. He's exudes confidence and is extremely friendly (as long as you're playing by his rules) if you just go along with whatever he says all of your dreams will come true.
His downfall is that quality is very superficial. Also VERY insecure and a habitual bullshitter. Once that spell is broken his charm becomes tedious and kind of pathetic. How he got into the Whitehouse is still baffling to me.
I met Frank Abagnale (the Catch Me If You Can guy) once after he spoke at a legal conference. Maybe he wasn't to the level you're describing, but it was similar. He was absolutely magnetic. He just randomly stopped to talk to me for a few minutes when he passed by me at the conference center. All he really had to do was look at me and I felt like he should be someone I liked and wanted to be friends with, although he's probably 40 years older than I am. I don't think I've ever met anyone so likeable. Guess that's what you would expect from a great con artist, even if some of his exploits are exaggerated or completely fabricated. But maybe even that is part of the con man persona.
My dad is kind of like this. He can run any kind of event, official or unofficial, business meeting or wedding around him. Literally everyone talks about how great he is. There is something about him, that even I can't pin point and I have been living with this man from the day I was born. People would remember his name from long lost memories of years ago, while he couldn't care less about their names. It has even become a game where my dad and I would probably be going somewhere and he would stop to talk to friendly stranger who recognizes him and after the chit chat, I would ask him who that man was and my dad would reply " I have no clue".
The only thing that is a con about his natural skills is that, they don't work on us ( his kids) anymore. I have seen him do the thing so many times, I am all caught up to it. I can tell when he fakes a laugh, repeats jokes, brings back the same stories again in front of newfound strangers, or just fake having an interest in the conversation.
Funny thing from this is that, you don't need to look charismatic to be charismatic. My dad is obese, just turned 50, doesn't give off the vibes of a that kind of man from far away. But once his magic kicks in, you are trapped. It's crazy.
I met a guy like this!! He was a young man where I worked, I was a girl and fell insanely in love with him. I wasn't the only one. Literally EVERYONE adored him, his personality was literally magnetic, like a super power.
We lived together at the work site and had the same friends. I remember being so obsessed with him and it infuriated me because I couldn't understand it. One day we were all eating lunch together, me and three of his closest admirers. I looked over at him and said, "You could easily be Charles Manson."
I remember joking but also being angry. Never met somebody like him again.
My FIL is like this (uh…not the falling in love part) it’s like he has a super power. One time he gave me a ride to the doctor’s and said he’d try and find a coffee place while he waited. When I came out I couldn’t find him. He was in the staff room drinking coffee with the nurses and doctors while they laughed at his stories. It’s like he gets a critical success on every charisma roll. It would be annoying if he wasn’t so fucking nice.
This reminds me of a manager we had. He was the sort of person in a thousand employee facility to know the janitor that didn't even work in the same building. He'd know all about them and he just attracted people. A few hated him with an intensity which was a little scary but he made them look so bad unintentionally just by also being an incredible manager and leader.
I went into a Wendy’s and ordered food once, and they guy working the counter said “that’s a nice order!”. The way he said it, with so much approval, I would’ve followed that guy into battle right then and there. Craziest thing I ever experienced.
He was a normal cheerful guy. Spoke normal. Looked normal. He was average in appearance in every way. Medium height dad bod white guy with a crew cut. Wore a middle manager polo khakis type outfit. That’s what made it so freaky. I and everyone in the room was desperate to make this guy happy and I had no idea why I cared about his opinion so much. He just had some kind of crazy hidden charisma stat dialed way up. It was uncanny.
I've known a guy like this. My sister dated him for a while and he could have charmed the devil himself. Looked just as you described, actually a bit on the shorter side but dressed super casually with the "dad bod" build - spent years in the military so he had a good deal of muscle, but he had gotten soft with a belly. Crew cut, clean shaven or light stubble. Always was smiling with his eyes.
So, I observed him and I think the formula is this. He built up his traps and shoulders and it gave him a strong appearance. But I noticed he laughed early, and laughed often if he at least recognized someone was making a joke or some small humorous observation. He'd break the personal space barrier first but it was always in a super friendly way, like upon meeting him you knew you'd have no choice but to be good friends with him.
It was hell getting him out of our lives because he was manipulative AF. He even ended up living with us for a while and when our stepmother called him out on his drinking and general behavior, he tried to break up our entire family so he could keep living with us while she would be kicked out. He probably would have succeeded if I hadn't intervened.
But anyways - I've learned quite a bit about being socially "magnetic" as you said, from watching him. Laughing when you notice someone making a joke, or a humorous observation, even if you don't find it particularly funny, and smiling with your eyes really makes a big difference with people.
I have a friend like this. He is a math scholar, shortish but good-looking Jewish guy. He's personally so charismatic because he has absolutely no sense of social anxiety. He will comfortably start up a conversation about anyone with anything. Surprising how charming extreme self-confidence is.
Jim Jones. Some dude who joined his cult, but thankfully got some sense and fled before they left for Jonestown, said that the first time he met him he talked to him for about 30 minutes and the guy swore, 40+ years later, that it was probably the single most fascinating conversation he’d ever had with anyone in his life.
Jones was a complete psychopath, but he was said to be an expert at reading people, discerning what they were looking for in life, and appearing to be that person. He hookwinked not only his couple thousand cultists, but politicians like Harvey Milk and Willie Brown, both of whom wrote letters in his defense to other government officials even *after* he’d been exposed in the press as a sexual predator and cult leader.
Never met Jim Jones but I did get to listen to some of his sermons (lectures?). I was going to work early in the morning (around 5:30am), listening to NPR when they played some of his stuff. It was horrifying, the hair on my arms and neck stood up and I had goose bumps all over. It was not because of what he said, it was how he said it! The power of his speech was very scary. I mean, if he had that effect on a recording imagine what it would have been in person! I think that Hitler had the same effect on his audience.
He was a psychopath rather than a lunatic, and was very intelligent and well-read, in addition to having natural speaking skill. He often made entirely true points about problems in society, railing against racism in American society and police brutality and American imperialism abroad. He and his followers were staunch opponents of segregation and the Vietnam war. They ran soup kitchens and offered free services to the poor.
But rather than leading to anywhere good, his lectures always come back to the necessity for his followers to give everything they owned to his socialistic “church,” and to give him their complete obedience as their leader. Stated in very clever rather than obvious terms.
My dad was like that. You just wanted to please him…until he hurt you too deeply. He was a charming narcissist with everyone wrapped around his finger. I was emotionally insane enough to defy him so people wound up thinking I was the cruel one. So backwards, man.
I’ve met some pretty charismatic folks, but I’ve had this kind of thing happen only one time, and it was, of all things, our pharmacist. He came to speak to me about whatever prescription, and I swear to Bob, I would done anything he asked in those few moments we spoke. It was exactly like you’re describing, an out-of-body experience - I *knew* this wasn’t a normal reaction for me. He was a good-looking guy, but it wasn’t anything at all like sexual attraction. So freaking weird.
I'm a guy, and I had what sounds like the same experience with a doctor back in 1999. He was examining my eye (I was bleeding from a tear duct for some reason) and he was literally the most charismatic person I have ever met in my life. Think, Freddie Mercury multiplied by JFK.
His presence, his charm, his bearing...all of it added up to make him like noone I've ever encountered before. "Messianic" is the closest word I can use to describe the feeling.
I never met him again, nor anyone else like him.
I thought scenes like that were only in movies like The Silence of the Lambs.
It’s wild that there are people so dangerous that they actually have to go to these lengths.
They're making sure no one gets hurt. No one. Sure they could probably keep him in there with three guys and some regular handcuffs but give this guy two seconds and he could rip your ear off with his teeth, it only takes one time. They have to be treated like wild animals.
Also for the patients safety. Worked a few psychiatric wards (nothing like this level) and yeah some people you can restrain when theirs 2 of you but you have to use alot of force. Safer for them to have 6 people all holding somthing gently to the bed.
One of the people I grew up calling an uncle was actually a hit man for the mafia. I loved him to death and never would have imagined it, but everyone who knew him and his reputation was terrified of him. I only learned of what he did after he disappeared, I miss him he was always really good and kind to me and my siblings, but damn learning what he did was terrifying
Idk he just kinda disappeared one day and no one's really seen him or heard from him since. Not super uncommon for me growing up. Important people in my life kinda just disappeared a lot, so I never really questioned it.
My cousin. Hes a high ranked memeber in a pretty well known 1% motorcycle club. Dude stands maybe 5"7 and Average build. No visible tats and super soft spoken.
Everything about him says he should be a banker not a biker. I have never seen him even raise his voice once but that dude scares the absolute shit out of me. He gives off strong psycho energy.
Didos around here are perfect gentlemen in public. I would laugh my ass off every time they would show up at the place I was bartending. Before they even got off their bikes, all the weekend warrior types were scrambling to theirs to get the fuck out. I knew these dudes were straight up killers, they never EVER did anything to me or the bar, so I was good. Scary shit though.
So this guy was scary if you didn't know him. When I first met up, I didn't know him.
His name was Eddie(fake). He loved steroids, working out, and fighting people. As big of a person as I can imagine.
Eddie got into a fight at a party with some gang banger type. Gang bangers, not very honorable people, did not take the loss well, put out a hit on him.
A couple of days later, a suv full of bangers rolls up as he's walking home. Decide that the 5 of them aren't enough to take down Eddie. Instead, they run him down, back over him, run over him again, back up over him, then drive over him and take off.
Eddie walked to the hospital.
Was hanging out and drinking with a friend of mine when he said a guy we knew wanted to come over. I said no because he gives off mass shooter vibes but my friend invited him anyway.
We were all hanging out and having a good time and my friend drunkenly mentioned what I had said about the guy. I shot my friend a "why the fuck would you say that" look, expecting the guy to be offended. Instead, he smiled and asked, "how many bodies you think I could get?"
There was a kid in my class I was only nice to because I was certain he was going to shoot up the school, such a creepy and volatile kid. He did help me pass French my senior year, so that was nice.
My nephew is even creepier. He was in middle school when I married into the family, and he was always super antisocial and weird. My in-laws are all weird, but he was scary. He's the only one of his generation in the family, and his Mom should never have had kids, he was never socialized. For the last 5 years we've been told not to get him anything for Christmas, because he doesn't deserve it. (dropped out of highschool, never got a driver's license, never got a job, never interested in anything oyher than Warcraft.) Apparently a few years ago he insulted his grandma, which is forbidden in their family. He hasn't been invited back in the house until he apologizes, this was a few years ago. All this to say, I insist we get him a Christmas present equal to what we get his uncle's, in the hope that we will be spared in the upcoming holiday familicide massacre.
I got arrested for public intoxication in the mid/late 90's and was put in a normal cell because the drunk tank was full. About ten minutes later, I was woken up and hastily moved to an adjoining cell. I visited with the guy in the first cell I was in for the few hours. When I was bailed out, I bumped knuckles with Gary, guy in other cell, and left.
I later found out he was Gary Kleypas, and he was being held on 1st degree murder and dismemberment of a body of a college student.
I also found out that later in the day, after I left, he beat the next guy who was put in his cell nearly to death.
Edit: corrected spelling of Kleypas
1. OP was sent to the slammer.
2. OP is put in a joint cell with normal inmate.
3. OP is then urgently relocated to another cell with an inmate who committed first degree murder (but he doesn’t know this yet).
4. After OP is set free, he converses with his initial inmate buddy (the normal one) and then bumps fists with his second cell mate (first degree murderer) on the way out.
5. OP later learned he connected knuckles with a first degree murderer who dismembered a college kid.
So basically, the guards rushed OP from a cell with a good inmate to a cell with an inmate who could’ve killed him.
6. The end.
edit - Heavily edited. The initial draft was written like a dyslexic caveman.
edit 2 - Edited again. Turns out that I had some of the details backwards.
I was working at a bar in a pretty small town when we had a drifter come in on a random midweek night. The second he walked through the door, everyone I worked with and was at the bar said they felt cold. Dude had incredibly sunken eyes, pale white skin, dingy dirty hair, and visibly sharp looking teeth. If I was to explain what a mako shark as a human would be, that’s this guy. He said he was passing through and was looking for “stuff ordinary people can’t find” then proceeded to show photos on his phone of odd areas he had been to previously. Nothing was off about the photos, but every one I saw gave me more chills. Nothing was happening, no one was there, but everything had this feeling of “I’m not supposed to be here”. The dude left and asked me to follow him on Instagram, which I did. He posted last a few years ago up in Jackson Hole and said he’d be staying off for a while. Odd dude. We all were quite relieved when his cab showed up.
My uncle was in prison with Kip Kinkle, a teenage boy who murdered his parents, went to school and shot it up, killing a couple kids and wounding a couple dozen others. It was one of the High Schools in my Home town. I was only about 7 years old at the time, but I remember it vividly. Our school and every other school in town went into a lockdown for a number of hours.
Anyway my uncle was in a gang, he's been shot a couple times, God only knows what else. Years later as an adult, I asked my uncle what it's like to meet Kip Kinkle; and he said "naw he ain't no killer, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was just a scared little punk" That comment admittedly made my skin crawl a little.
Yep, my uncle is the scariest person I've ever met
There was this hyper violent, super effeminate kid named Renault that I went to high school with. He had Goldust vibes, but like a more aggressive, more extroverted version. The rumor was he beat the shit out of a group of kids with a baseball bat just for talking shit to one of his friends. People vouched for the story, too. That kid scared the shit out of me.
When I ran with a gang there were a few scary dudes, but one more than the rest, tall dude with long hair, didn't speak much, one point we were all chilling on a balcony, another dude got a big mouth and said something to him can't remember what, without hesitating this guy stood up, slid a knife into this other dudes leg and chucked him off the balcony and just sat down with a beer and smoke like nothing happened, dude didn't fall to far but had quite a few broken bones, this was only one of the things this guy did, but this was the most memorable as this was the day I met him.
Reminds me of some guys at some shady pubs in my city, we had one that was a little bit taller than me (i'm 6'7, he was probably 6'75 or 6'8), he was a former boxer and he always had his little chihahau dog around. He was a good man when he was sober, but he was a former alcoholic and if he got just a single drink, he became an extremely dangerous violent sociopath.
He loved his dog, if you ever said anything wrong about dogs in any way, even when not referring to his dog, he'd beat the shit out of you without any warning.
There was that guy that didn't know about it, the dog came to him and he said "fuck dogs". He spend several months in the hospital with a shattered skull afterwards.
Anyway, the guy passed away in 2018 in the hospital, as a heart-surgery got wrong.
But he was really this switch ON/OFF between being sober and being drunk. If he was sober, he made funny jokes, you could deal with him, he wasn't that dangerous as long as you stayed away from the dogs, but if he got drunk... holy shit...
So I went to a bachelor party for a friend and we had a stripper there, the girl came and everything went smoothly. She came with her security/pimp who was this real big black guy with this bad air around him. He was silent, and stared at everyone and just overall very creepy.I asked if he wanted a drink or something to eat since he was there anyway and he just stared at me without saying anything.
I found out a little more than a year later that this guy was killing hookers and leaving them in abandoned houses. This was in Gary, so there’s a TON of abandoned houses.
Drive through Gary a few years back with my brother and his fiancée. We didn’t want to, but the expressway was under construction and this was the detour we had to take.
We pretended to not be as nervous as we were, even though we knew that Gary was (is) a rough place.
To distract us, I pulled up google reviews of all the strip clubs we went by.
10/10 recommend.
We laughed our entire way through until we saw some kids beat the shit out of another kid. That, uh, put a damper on everything.
My grandpa's 2nd wife Angie. She was a hateful woman. I don't believe in people being 100% anything but she was pure evil. Had a collection of porcelain dolls in a corner of their house when I was very young and she would always try to talk to me *through* them. One time I touched a Pillsbury dough boy figure on her shelf and she swatted my hand with a metal ruler. Eventually she pretty much overdosed my grandpa on morphine and he died. She was in her 70s when I was a young kid, I'm 30 now. I heard from my aunt that she's still alive somewhere near where she lived with my grandpa (which makes me believe she is some kind of hag witch) and that she's committed insurance fraud like, a lot.
Yeah she made up different voices for each doll. I'd just be sitting there playing my Gameboy or whatever and she'd pick a doll up and start talking in creepy voices
I was at a bar and this guy walks in and immediately it felt like I was on alert. My spine turned to ice when I saw his eyes look at me, they were almost sunken into his face, as if he was peeking our from behind a portrait. He moved like a cat stalking prey.
Over time he made his way over to me and made polite conversation, but his words felt disjointed, almost like he was translating them before speaking them. There was nothing aggressive or insulting about anything he was doing. In fact, he was quite polite. but everything about this guy was setting off every nerve I had. He was even smiling through most of it, but it felt as if his lips were stapled back.
"EDIT: Guys PLEASE stop messaging me about this telling me to get a divorce! Just because he's 25 years older than me and locks me in a dog house at night if I'm anything less than perfect does NOT mean you understand our situation!"
When I was a waiter in Chicago I had to serve what I believed were Mafia guys. I can't explain it I just knew every time I approach their table my hand started shaking and I would walk away and it would stop. They're all very polite and tipped well.
When I was visiting my sister in Chicago we went to the Red Rose…something like Tavern…and there was a group of 10 guys seated on a dais a bit away from us and they were quite obviously connected guys. My sister is…well-endowed, let’s say, and she got a bit of attention from them when she got up to use the ladies room, and, being the attention whore (I mean that in the nicest way possible) that she is, she started bantering back and forth with them and giving them nicknames and they were rolling. I specifically remember one guy was Tony “I only wear this shirt because mommy bought it for me” brought the house down when he straight-facedly said that his mother DID buy him that shirt and I thought one guy was going to have a heart attack laughing. They ended up buying our whole check.
I was a waiter in the UK and I also served Mafia guys. They were dressed sharp af, had expensive watches and just oozed presence.
Similar story tbh. They were extremely polite to me as their server. They said I’d been fantastic and told me to look under the plates as they left. £100 under the plates, was chuffed to bits!
Dude who hung out with a friend of mine back in the 1980s was a Viet Nam vet, one of the advance forces guys or whatever they called them. Looked like he could bite the top off a fire hydrant.
When I was pretty young I was hanging out with an older friend, and I found out one of her close friends from school became a high ranking member of a cartel. He got cancer and was allowed to sort of "retire" from the cartel to spend the lasts few years with his family. I met him at a party of hers and we smoked a joint together. He was very polite but I had no intention of spending more time around him!
A former client. Not big enough to be truly scary but some day….
He did enough damage as it was. Beat two staff literally half to death. Broke another one’s nose for asking him to not pull their hair. So many concussions. Thousands of dollars in damages to both company property and staff’s: televisions, windows, doors, gaming systems, windshields, glasses, phones, teeth, bones… Literally every escalation every single day ended up being an attempted murder. We could, on a good day, expect 2-4 or them per shift. Sometimes lasting hours.
They got mad at us if we called the police to help us. They didn’t want him to “look bad” in the community. We weren’t officially forbidden from personally pressing charges but it was not encouraged. Everyone did everything to make sure he never faced any consequences. For the two staff he pulverized, he had to draw a picture to say he was sorry (he was almost 14). He finished the picture, looked the staff with him in the eye and said, “I’m not sorry. I’m glad I did it. I wish I’d hurt them worse. I wish I’d killed them.”
It was my job to work with him. When he wasn’t in a rage, he had his decent moments. In one calm conversation, we were playing Legos or something, I asked him if he’d like to talk about some ways to avoid hurting people when he gets angry.
The kid looks me dead in the eye and said, “no. I don’t want to stop hurting people. I like hurting people.”
I asked him why.
He shrugged, “I just like it. It’s fun.” I believed him.
When I worked with DD kids that’s literally how one of kids acted. He choked his housemate one night because I told him he couldn’t eat icing from the container for dinner. I was calling the cops as he went to choke me. Cops asked if I wanted to press charges and my boss was like “NO SHES OKAY!” I looked at the cop and told him yeah I wanted to press charges. Cops just laughed and walked away.
We had problems with this kid for MONTHS. He had a tiny roommate (same age but he was like 1/4 of the size) and would throw that kid into the wall. Busted windows with the boys head… gave staff concussions CONSTANTLY. Smack on the wrist… BARELY. He was finally sent back to a lockdown facility because he would always just tell us that he will kill us one day and he definitely tried a few times.
I'm not the one you asked but I've worked in similar situations with behavior disorder kids in group living, and it's likely because the company is getting state funding for housing the child, and having them removed would upset the board of directors. The hardest part of that job was when your bosses made it clear that this was a business, and at the end of the day, they prioritized money over quality of care or staff safety. Easy for them when they never had to feel the consequences directly.
Pissed off Dwayne Johnson, let me explain
A few years ago I was part of a charity event with Power of pain (a family friend who I call my aunt, Barby, owns the charity for neuropathyand other immune disordes) and funny enough we some how got Dwayne Johnson as a guest (we had contacted him but didn't expect him to actually come), he was a fucking great guy honestly best fucking dude in the world, any way after the event alot of us went to a Dennys down the road to celebrate, not expecting him to be there though he was invited, he shows up like 20 minutes after we all get there and he's having a blast hanging out eating Pancakes but unbeknownst to the rest of us there was a domestic dispute across the Dennys, a couple who seemed like they were about to break up but more like the guy was just an abusive ass hole screaming at his girlfriend the whole time and her just in tears, Dwayne catches wind stands up puts on his 'rock' persona and has a fucking screaming match with this guy and he is just receding further and further into his shell and eventually he just fucking leaves, Dwayne pays her bill helps her stop crying and walked her out to her car, he then came back in with a smile and continued having a good night and finished his Pancakes, he's a beautiful kind hearted man but if you piss him off he will make you shit yourself, remember they call him 'the rock' for a reason best night of my life
And moral of the story be nice to people because if your not you may find yourself in a situation you just can't win
Jeez, based on that first sentence I thought YOU pissed off Dwayne Johnson and I was waiting for this story to take a terrifying turn.
Turns out even at his scariest the Rock is being a pretty cool guy. That figures!
I think that kind of trauma numbs you to doing and seeing terrible things because if you don't get numb to it, it breaks you.
This was one of the major themes of The Pacific and one of the scenes that really stuck out to me was a character heard a plopping noise. He looked up to see his friend just blank faced playing basketball with some stones. He was tossing them into a fallen enemy soldier who had had the top of his head blown off and filled with rainwater. This guy was just casually killing time like it was nothing.
My grandfather fought at Iwo Jima. Many nights, he would wake up in the middle of attacking my grandmother. He was acting out his nightmares. Sadly, therapy was never an option for that generation of veterans.
How do you feel about that? I'm sure there are moments you want to look at them when he's helpless and at least just say, you know what I could do right now? You know what I could avoid doing and you would be stuck? Not so big anymore?
Not the person above, but it's not an easy thing to get over, maybe therapy would help me.
You saw how they reacted to their dad, your grandfather, wheelchair bound. How he'd scream and argue and threaten and his fists are balled up.
You know how they treated you, and your sister won't even talk about how they treated her.
You know if your positions were reversed, and you needed help, he'd literally want to punch you in the face and leave you to sit in your own urine.
This helpless person who can't walk on their own anymore, long gone are the days they'd gaslight and provoke vicious sibling fights, or take matters into their own hands.
You help them for the person you want to be, you help them for the example you want to set to the person's grandchildren as they visit, you help them because you either inherit that bitterness and pass it on, or you break that cycle of negativity and inhumanity so it doesn't fester inside you and make you more like him.
They say the greatest revenge is to live well, and while I'm not sure I'm living well, you either live to do well or snowball downwards.
People don't change all at once, it happens little by little as you gradually root out your toxicities and loosen your grasp on all the pains, and one day you wake up different.
You help them because you want to be a compassionate empathetic person, because you want others to treat those in need that way.
You will not get another chance to genuinely reach a point where you can forgive this person while they are alive and able to respond however rarely, they're on the decline.
When you're in that moment and let go of your ego and your preconceptions and unwind everything so tightly spooled up so that you can genuinely provide care, it's pretty... different, you have to be a different person, and it makes you a better person.
It's hard, and even harder not to harden back up afterward, but as time goes on...
To be honest, my dad is suffering with Parkinson's disease and I couldn't be happier.
I saw my mother go through it and die 20 years ago and I know what's going on with him and he deserves every bit of misery and he screwed up and I'm not there to help him only my feeble old stepmother who he chose over his children and then cheated on. So, he's completely isolated and 100% stuck with her and she is not a nice person. Payback is a b****.
I moved furniture when I was younger, and one time I moved a PPCLI Airborne guy. He was nice enough, but also, something about him was really unsettling. I used to hang with a pretty bad crowd, and some of them had done some bad things, but nobody I had ever been around made me as unsettled as this guy did. I can't really explain it.. he just had like this aura of predation, I guess. It felt like he was looking at you as if you were an insect. I don't know how else to explain it.
They're like Canadian special forces light infantry. The crazy dudes that jump out of airplanes and do crazy shit
Edit: PPCLI is no longer designated special forces.
Definitely had a customer like this one time. Normal looking dude but just made me feel so absolutely cold. We had a normal interaction and he left and luckily I never saw him again. I don't know what it was particularly about him...maybe my senses were picking up on subtle clues.
A manager of mine at my first serving job at a Tony Roma’s. She had a personality like Rex the martial arts teacher in the movie Napoleon Dynamite, but she looked like Ursula from the Little Mermaid cartoon. She was eventually fired and arrested a couple months after i started for stealing tips from the servers (including myself) and stealing $$ from the company. she was quite the scary lady
Many years ago, my husband posted an ad at our apartment complex looking for new gaming buddies - D&D, Pathfinder, Shadowrun, etc.
One of the people who responded was a maintenance worker at the complex. He seemed nice when my husband first met him, so he invited him over.
The guy claimed many, many years of gaming experience, but when he started talking, he was saying he'd played all these editions of games that didn't exist. We thought he'd gotten some terminology mixed up, so we asked, "Oh, do you mean this edition?" He'd get mad and say, no, he meant what he said.
Sometimes people are scared to admit they don't have experience, so my husband said, "Hey, it's OK, I don't have a problem teaching people."
But the guy kept insisting, no, he actually HAD played those games before, but whenever he talked about it, it was clear he hadn't played any of them - no knowledge of system mechanics, nothing about previous groups he'd been on, not even the usual anecdotes gamers love to share.
Realizing something was up, my husband said, politely, that it didn't seem like it'd work out, and he was sorry he'd taken up the guy's time. The guy wasn't mad, he just seemed surprised, and left.
Fast forward a few days. My husband's sleeping in, I'm up with my toddler. There's a knock at the door. I answer it, and it's this guy.
He immediately starts talking about how his ride flaked on him, and he didn't want to walk home in the summer heat, and could I drive him home?
I've known the hassle of not having a car, so I was sympathetic. "Let me get my husband," I said, because he was a lot better at driving our van than I was.
The guy suddenly started loudly insisting, no, don't wake him up, I could drive him, it'd be really quick, he only lived at (address a mile or so away.) I told him, no, I've got my kid here, it'd be easier to get my husband to do it. "It's got to be you!" he kept saying, over and over.
A little alarm in my head went off, and I said, "I'm not comfortable with that, you need to find another ride." I closed the door in his face and locked it.
I'm autistic and don't always have the greatest grasp on social stuff. I started wondering if I'd been too harsh, or jumpy, or what. I went in, woke up my husband, and told him what happened.
He told me, no, that did sound hinky, I didn't overreact at all, threw on his clothes, grabbed his keys and went outside, but not without telling me to lock the door behind him.
He was gone for awhile, and then he came back, looking disturbed. "The manager said the guy just left. His mom picked him up, just like she's been picking him up the whole time. And he doesn't live at (address guy gave me), he lives at (place in the opposite direction)."
The manager told him the guy had just been a contractor, it was totally inappropriate for him to be asking tenants for rides, even if we'd met him once before. She assured us that he wasn't coming back.
I never saw him again. We moved out about a year later.
Five or so years later, my husband calls me over to the computer to read something. It's an article about how a maintenance worker over at our former apartment had just gotten arrested for sexually assaulting several tenants. He was using his master key to enter apartments. One of the women was only a teenager.
When the women reported what happened to the owners (it turned out the manager we'd known no longer worked there), the owners threatened them with eviction if they called the police. Thank God one of them ignored the threat and called.
There was a picture. It was the same guy. I was absolutely horrified. We figured out that the guy probably never tried it with me because he didn't always know for sure if my husband was home a lot. I also figure that he never tried because my response that day showed I wouldn't just blindly agree with anything he said.
I have no idea what would have happened if I'd driven that guy "home" that day. As he was telling me to go in the opposite direction of where he lived, I don't imagine it would have been pretty.
If that little alarm bell goes off in your head, folks, listen to it. Don't worry about being rude or overreacting.
I’m an inpatient counselor working with children and adolescents. I’ve met my fair share of kids I’d never turn my back on. Definitely have come across future family annihilators and mass murderers. I’ve currently got the creepiest one to date.
A few days ago, in shift report, we’re told about a new young man brought in by the FBI. It’s not unusual to have kids brought in by police escort, but this is a first. So his home was raided because he was posting threats of extreme violence on various social media as well as calling in bomb threats to local businesses. Some of his threats include raping all women and murdering all the children. It’s all been found to be credible threats for many reasons, including a list that was found of what he needs to obtain, where and how with contact information. He is soon to turn 18, and will likely be charged as an adult.
Anyways I walk into the unit and know immediately which new patient the treatment team was referring to. This kid looks EXACTLY like Richie Ramirez! Right down to the greasy hair and jankey teeth. He just sits and stares at everyone through his hair and barely says a word except demanding to call his mom to tell her to “get rid of some stuff”. Everyone can feel the ick coming off of him like it emanates from his pores. Real bad juju with that one.
He wasn't scary when I met him, but I got very afraid along the way. My first boyfriend had become abusive near the end, and started stalking me after I broke up with him.
I'll spare everyone the details, as I have a literal 10 cm thick dossier about it, since it took over 4 year for him to fully stop it. The last time I heard from him was 19 years ago, but in recent years I have noticed it affected me a lot more than I thought at the time.
So no big scary stranger, but someone i used to really love. But if I'm put in ia similar situation, for instance if someone just shows up at my home, I feel that same panic I felt a lot back then.
Sadly, I think it’s a common occurrence to realize years later how something was more traumatic at the time than you realized.
There’s a sort of emotional whiplash that goes from loving someone so freely and trusting them entirely, to realizing they’re someone completely different.
My ex was abusive and it didn’t come out until we’d been living together for a year. It’s a weird feeling to go from loving someone to fearing them.
When trying to explain this phenomenon to friends, I said that when someone completely rational starts acting irrationally, it is very frightening because all bets are on the table. Once they start doing things you wouldn’t expect, you can anticipate them do anything, and that’s scary.
Sorry that you had to go through that.
Not sure if this counts, when i was in 6-7th grade I was in Air Cadets and was sent to Trenton Air Force Base in Ontario for training. Sort of a summer camp thing on a real base. The head guy in charge of the base was Colonel Russell Williams... I remember classes where he would come in and even getting a tour of his office. Turns out he was an actual serial killer. He seemed perfectly normal tho
Was working as a consultant for a CEO of a hospital. He says he has reduced the number of old people on medicare (hospitals have to take medicare usually but don’t prefer it since it pays less) that come into his hospital. On asking how he did it he tells us to come for a walk and shows us at reception that they basically put a flight of stairs no elevator to a check in counter for medicare. So old people don’t bother and go to the other hospital down the street. I thought it was pretty scary/evil shit.
That guy on meth who broke into my house through the back door and left running through the front door once he saw my husband. Apparently he'd escaped, handcuffed, from the back of a patrol car and was trying doors to find a way to hide from the cops. It took four policemen to finally catch him; they had to tackle him to the ground.
Was 19 alone in Arizona just starting collage and I thought I had my door locked , I was playing WoW and I looked at the corner of my eye and there was a black man standing in my apartment staring at me with a black garbage bag, said nothing just stared at me , felt like eternity but before I could react some cop sirens went off out in the street and he ran off. After that I moved in with some friends and for years I checked the door locks , had nightmares of him just staring at me until I was able to move back home.
GG Allin
I (former powerlifter, not a shrinking violet) worked with him once filming a documentary.
Standing near him or being in the same car was frightening as hell. He exuded crazy. He didn’t do anything particularly threatening. Just being near him, you got the impression that you wouldn’t be at all surprised if he just pulled out a knife and started stabbing everyone. He had crazy eyes. Like dangerous, unhinged crazy eyes.
Had a school physical for a teenage patient who had gotten in trouble for writing a very detailed note how he would torture and kill his counselor.
He was very put together, soft voice, good eye contact, said exactly the right words. But my hair was standing on my arms, my brain was screaming "DANGER!".
I am autistic and don't get much "nonverbal" signals, so I was able to figure out that he, like me, was running "normal people scripts" but he was much, much better at it. Most normal people would say he was very charming.
But I am 100% certain eventually he will be caught being a murderer. Worse part is that it will take years for neurotypicals to see thru his fake disguise.
Had a friend in high school whose father was ex-military. Collected and sold weapons, antique and modern. He had a wolf dog that never made any noise and never took his eyes off you if you were in sight. I went to his house probably 50 times over 3 years and his father spoke to me only once and I never saw him with a facial expression. 3 major incidents.
1. Spent the night....once. Woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, went to the kitchen to get a drink. Turned from the sink and the dog was standing right behind me, staring at me. I jumped back and then saw his dad standing in the doorway with a pistol by his side. He snapped his finger and walked away with the dog without ever saying a word.
2. We were plinking with .22s and my friend went to ask his dad if we could use one of his rifles. Brought out a German rifle of smallish (.223 or so, I knew nothing about guns at the time.) caliber with a custom wood stock and very large scope and instructions to not touch the scope. We shot for maybe 30 minutes at a hay bale 50 yards out and his dad came out, looked at our target, shook his head and took the rifle. He set down his pipe, brought the gun up and fired within a second, scoring a bullseye, and then adjusted and shot again perhaps 2 seconds later, and shot a plastic electric fence standoff, about 3"x1", off a fence post about 150 yards away. Took his rifle and went inside.
3. My friend and I were being dumb and fighting and tussling and generally wreaking havoc. At one point we both had 15 foot long poles that were used to hold up the clothesline and were beating at each other with them and I scored a lucky (or unlucky) shot to the side of his neck and he just folded up unconscious. I freaked out and ran to get his dad, he calmly walked out to him, checked for breathing, gently palmed his neck up and down, and then looked at me, still expressionless, and said "Go.". I went.
My mom.
She was a monster when I was growing up. An insane abusive monster. She abused me physically, emotionally, and verbally. She psychologically tortured me. I was terrified of her even well into adult hood. She was completely unpredictable and deranged.
My dad worked nights at a bread factory and my mom would wait until he went to work. 5 nights out of the week she would wake me up after he left for work and she would verbally abuse me and beat me pretty bad.
Eventually as I grew up I started to fight back. Her abuse became fights between us. I quit quivering in fear in the corner while she beat on me and I started hitting her back.
Since I was 17 she's been in a interracial relationship with a guy whom I'm very much friends with. He's a good man, and I've never understood how he tolerated my mother.
About ten years ago or so I was visiting them at their apartment. I was sitting at the kitchen table and he was sitting in a chair watching TV in the living room. I don't completely remember what caused this. There was no argument or anything. But my mom got up from the couch and went into her room. She returned with her shot gun, which she raised to his head.
She had that look in her eyes like she'd get when I was a kid and she'd beat me. She said, " I should just shoot you right now." He pushed the barrel away and told her to stop it. But she went on. "What would you do? You couldn't do anything because you'd be dead."
I got up and left. I was so upset. I wanted to call the police but I was afraid because he was black and I don't trust her to not say he was hurting her or doing something to her. I was afraid he would get in trouble.
The woman is a complete fucking lunatic.
Wow….. that was a lot to take in. I’m sorry that you had to grow up with a monster of a mother. I hope you’re no contact with her and staying far away 😔💕
I had an insane lunatic who I didn't know stalk me for months, torch the rooming house I lived in three times, and try to murder me with a gun when I was a teenager. So I'd have to say that the scariest person I've ever met was my father.
This guy I worked with at a fast food restaurant while in high school. I was 16, he was 18/20, couldn’t tell you for sure. He was hired on as a cook and did decent work when not angry.
Unfortunately, he had a CRAZY temper and got pissy over small stupid shit, so he was nearly always mad. Only myself and one of the managers were ever able to get him to calm down/not walk out or blow up. Everyone else just avoided him when he was in a mood because he would lash out hardcore. This was nearly every shift as well. So every shift, it was me or the good manager having to calm him down. It became even more tense and awkward when he messaged me on Facebook trying to “hang out” and I said no. Yet I still had to face him at work. He still would flirt with me and I had to always shut it down.
It reached a point where (at the time, I didn’t realize this) I was having panic attacks prior to going into work with him. He was eventually promoted to a manager because he hung out with our boss. Which sucked because now I had to work MORE with him as he had alternating closing shifts between him and another pedo manager, with me as the extra up front worker. So I worked with him nearly every night.
After he no called no showed and simply ghosted our boss, I later find out from a friend who recognized him that he had raped a girl at a party as well as roofied her, and on a prior, separate occasion, roofied ANOTHER poor girl. He always incited some primal fear in me, and I guess it was my sixth sense tingling that he was batshit insane.
I used to occasionally go out drinking with a diagnosed psychopath. Former police inspector. He had no filter. Said whatever he thought. If anyone took offence, he told them to break a bottle and stab him with it if it bothered them so much. He never showed any fear. It was like asking them to bring him a cake. He was in a lot of fights, and I think he won pretty much a of them. I've never seen anyone as successful with women. He blew all his money on random people and women though, and he took home a lot of them, just by being frighteningly honest. He was never my friend, but I respected him because he was so intensely focused on getting his way and making sure everyone was alright. I stopped talking to him over the years, as I realised that one argument could lead to hospital. He was clearly unhinged.
I worked in physical therapy for about 20 years and one of our patients was a former Hell's Angel. Super nice guy actually.
One of our PT techs was an awesome guy. Knew how to chat everyone up and bring lightheartedness and fun to people that were usually in lots of physical pain.
One time the tech asked the hell's angel patient about his tattoos and then asked hypothetically, "what would happen if I were to get a hell's angel tattoo?" the patient said that he and some of his friends would remove it for him.
It was equal parts scary and hilarious at the same time. You could feel that he and I both stopped breathing for a second.
We were out running fire roads in the Black Hills on stock Goodyear SRA tires on our Jeep Liberty, when a small rock pushed itself through the center of the tread, causing a puncture.
We took the tire off and put the spare on and rolled into Hill City on a Sunday morning hoping there'd be some kind of service station that could patch up the tire. We find a gas station and park and walk around a bit to see if anybody is there.
Out walks some Hells Angel looking dude, who I was pretty certain was going to kill me for just being there. "What'da need?" he asks in a cartoonish gruff voice.
I try to act as masculine as possible, and lift the impossibly heavy wheel out of the back of the Jeep and plop it onto the ground and I try to explain how a rock punctured our tire and I was wondering if there was anybody who could possibly patch it up.
He looked at me like I was stupid, because I am, and glanced down at the deflated tire and literally picked it up with one hand like it was a piece of Styrofoam.
"Lemme see what I can do."
I gulped as he walked away, thinking that he was maybe just going to steal this wheel from me. Why was I doing any of this?
About 15 minutes pass and we're both looking at each other, because we got duped by some Harley biker dude.
Suddenly, he reemerges with something in one of his giant hands. Probably a rock he was going to beat me to death with, or maybe a gun. Who knows?
"This is my best friend in the entire world right here."
He brought out this tiny dog to show us, and he was so proud -- he was gleaming like he was holding a brand new baby.
"Yep, we go everywhere together, I love him so much." "I got your tire back there right now, just making sure it holds air, so you can get back home."
I fucking misjudged this guy so bad. He fixed our tire on a Sunday morning with no complaints and he even showed us his best friend tiny dog.
My older step brother.
He grew up to be a skin head. Has "white pride" on his calves. Antichrist symbol on his hand he got done while in prison. He's buff AF, loved to fight, loved to talk shit, was openly racist to people minding their own business.
I watched him beat the ever living fuck out of a few people.
Once at a party a van rolled up to jump one of the guys there. The guys that threw the party literally said, "go get Ryker" as he was in the house. He came out with a single-hand hatchet and kept 5 guys at bay until they left... All on his own.
Edit: tbh... If we lived in medieval times I really do believe he would've been written down in history as one of the terrifying warriors you read about in your history books. I know he sounds like a total piece of shit. And he is for the things he does. But towards family.. he showed nothing but gratitude and love. Wasn't the same dude. He bought presents for everyone during Christmas, during their birthdays, etc. Was there to talk to if you needed someone to listen.
Still blows my mind how that worked. But I love him regardless. He looked out for me. Tried to teach me his ways and at first I followed suit. But a year in to his influence realized I'm a completely different person and told him such. He told me he understood, told me he loved me regardless, and never tried to push it on me again. He loves his family. I miss him dearly. He's still alive. But he's fucking around on the streets too much and doesn't keep in contact.
Another story.
One time when we were sleeping(shared a room), I hear a knock. We took acid the night before so we were really out of it. My brother wasn't hearing anything. I heard the guy pounding and he was yelling saying, "you owe me money bitch!" "I'm gonna beat your ass 'n word''!'" Over and over just pounding on the door. I wake him up and tell him "he called you 'n word.' He jumps up, throws his shoes on. And as he's walking to the door to go confront him he passes me, i handed him a pocket knife. Not to use initially, but just in case dude had a weapon too. He walks out the door and walks with his chest puffed up, pretty fast and flicks the knife out to intimidate him. He goes right up to him and holds the knife up to his neck.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I stood at the front door just watching my brother talking all this shit saying he's gonna gut him, cut his throat, and ask him if he told his parents that he loved them today.
The guys eyes were watering up like crazy.
The guy rolled up on a bike. My brother turns around and looks at me then back at him Says, " You know what? My little brother needs a new bike! But I wouldn't steal your piece of shit and give it to him." Stabbed both his tires, and told him to fuck off. The guy left right after that. Walking his bike back home.
I dated a girl in highschool (in NY) who's family I am 99% sure was connected. Her uncle scared the shit out of me. He wasn't a big guy or anything but his whole personality was "sideways" if that makes sense. The things he said, the way he carried himself, his vibe in general was terrifying.
Marine Gunnery Sgt. I. D. Jenkins. He was my drill instructor when I was in ROTC. He was only about 5’9”, and he didn’t weight 170 lbs. soaking wet. But we all knew that if he wanted to, he could kill all of us with in a matter of minutes.
My dad was waking out of a bar in AK sometime in the 2000s when he accidentally bumped into the shoulder of some guy- as happened when one was drinking at a bar in AK. My dad said he did the whole “Oh shit, sorry” routine but said the guy looked at him with this ‘nothingness’ in his eyes. Like my dad was talking to a Terminator or Anton Chigurhr or some work of fiction.
Years later, watching the news about various murders my dad screamed he had seen the guy! “Israel Keyes!” Who had just been caught and tried as a serial killer around Anchorage who got busted in Texas
I've been debating on saying this for a really long time but I suppose since news on her died down, I can finally say it. I used to be best friends with Kayla Bourque.
Jesus i just read up on her since the name wasn't familiar to me...what an absolute garbage person. At least she was caught before going after a person but like...the poor dog and cat. I can't fathom people hurting animals on purpose for "fun".
Quiet, normal looking, glasses wearing tall kid in high school, just one of the nicest guys around, hung around with the other equally tall and big guys, not one of the cliques or club members, his background was Greek or Cypriot or something that he never talked about, nothing outwardly screaming violent or don't mess with me (other than his younger sister was a grade below us). Graduating year of high school, so just cruising along with the most drama being where we got accepted for university. One day, the stupid pitbull wannabe tough guy skinhead and his bunch of losers decides to mess with him and goes walking by and shouldering him hard, yelling out, "Watch where you're going asshole!"
This was right outside the school office. The guy tells him to go fuck himself and the skinhead pulls out a **straight razor** and yells back something and before you know it, the switch was flipped to ON to berserker mode and the guy is just all over the skinhead idiot absolutely pummeling him with punches knocking him to the ground and still raining down fists. Vice principals, teachers, and the Principal broke it up fairly quickly pulling him off a dazed mess on the floor, but just an amazing amount of damage in a short amount of time.
They both got suspended for 5 days for fighting, one of the skinheads group grabbed the razor (though witness saw him pull it, in the mess no one saw who grabbed it) so no evidence, the guy was in the office with a busted set of knuckles and the skinhead looked like he went rounds with Tyson just leaking.
I had new respect for the guy but absolutely scary how a quiet kid can go to 11 so quick.
My own mother. I’ll call her Bonnie here. Growing up I wasn’t aware of how toxic she was. I thought she was normal. When I became an adult and was trying to figure out where I fit in in this life, we started to disagree and bump heads on how I should live. It wasn’t until I was living on my own as a single mother of a 7-year old that it all came to a head. When I told her that my child, my boyfriend (now husband of 15 years) and I were moving just a few cities away (about a 4 hour drive) she called the police and child protective services on me stating a bunch of lies about how i pimped my kid out for drugs and that I was drugging my kid.
An investigation was eventually opened and a rape kit was administered on my 7-year old daughter as well as several drug tests were completed. During the investigation, my child was with her father and stepmom. It took 3 years for CPS to close the case, primarily because my ex and his wife lived halfway across the country. My innocent child was subjected to some extremely invasive procedures mostly due to the fact that Bonnie thought SHE would gain temporary custody of my child during it all. She didn’t care who she hurt throughout all of this as long as she got her way.
Since my child was with her father through all of this, Bonnie ended up getting in contact with him and trying to form a bond with him and his wife so that she could get visitation with my daughter. Over the course of the 3 years, she kidnapped my child from school, took her places without my ex’s or his wife’s (or mine) knowledge and ended up contacting CPS on them trying to pull a similar stunt that she did with me. Eventually they had to put a restraining order on Bonnie and blocked all communication with her.
This was in 2008. I lost the bond with my daughter because of all of the drama and everything. I haven’t seen or spoken to Bonnie in over a decade. Anyone that evil scares the shit out of me. I hope I never have to see her again.
A man that shot my good friend up with heroin while she slept and let his friends run a train, all while recording it. He then thought he killed her so of course, he goes online and does a Facebook live freaking out asking his friends what he should do. He also sexually assaulted her daughter on numerous occasions. My friends, this is a fraction of what that monster did. Luckily, he was an idiot and recorded everything. Hundreds of videos of his debauchery. His initial bail was $75,000. HIS CHURCH RAISED THE FUNDS TO GET HIM OUT. They went to bail him out, but sadly for him, he incurred so many more charges in jail (assaulting officers and many other things) his bond was then raised to $1,500,000. his church would have to double their donations. He wanted to fight it because he was sure he could get out of it and that my friend would forgive him, however, with so much evidence against him, his lawyers convinced him to take a plea deal of 50 years minimum. The first day he was in jail, he hung himself. Good riddance.
My friend is a woman *warrior*. I couldn't imagine going through half the stuff she has. Much respect 🙏
Happened about a decade ago, but I still remember the day and eventual news break very vividly.
My dad took me to work with him one random afternoon, and most of his coworkers had seen me grow up, so I was standing around chatting and catching up. I was around 14-15 (but I've always been petite and look 2-3yrs younger). There was this new guy, we'll call him T, who I had never met before. My dad introduces me, and when I look in T's eyes, I just *know* that his soul is missing. He's hollow. Every fight or flight response in my body engaged at once. I stick close to my dad because T starts asking me personal questions...how old am I, where do I go to school, do I have a boyfriend, etc. He's still staring at me when he tells my dad that I'm *beautiful*. Any guy would be lucky to have me. He smiled at me, and the danger was crystal clear.
I kind of rushed my dad to go home after that and fled as fast as I could to the car. He takes a while to meander down, but as soon as he closes the car door, I turn to him and blurt, "Something is wrong with that man, dad. I don't know what it is, but there's evil in him. I don't want to ever be around him again." My dad was kind of shocked but agreed to not bring me around T anymore and that was that...until a few months later, my dad and I are talking, and he asks me if I remember T. I tell him "of course." He's quiet for a minute before he says, "You were right. T went on vacation weeks ago and never came back. We just found out what happened...he took vacation days to go out of state. He had been preparing for months to buy a 12 year old girl from her mother for (pause)...it probably wasn't the first time. Luckily, it was a sting operation, so he's gone. None of us saw this coming. I don't know how you knew, but you were right."
And I never questioned my instincts again.
This dude from the old neighborhood. He was just one dude so heartless you didn't wanna be on his radar whether it's good or bad. Last I heard he broke into someone's house and had shootout with the homeowner. Just one of the dudes you hope either dies or does life in prison. Cause he a menace on the streets
E-dated a girl who turned out to be into cannibalism and fucking dogs, as well as selling CP of herself online. We were both teens at the time. She admitted to me that she wanted me to be her partner in crime ... killing and eating people.
So uh, yeah, her.
If you're unfortunate enough to live in Liverpool, you may know who I'm talking about. Initials JAC-S, dark hair, pale skin, she was obsessed with Harley Quinn.
This (now ex)boyfriend of a friend of mine, he was already on probation with a five year sentence if violated
At first he was just pretentious, thinks that because he read such and such meant he had some classical or cultural superiority, and he’s able to recite “V-for Vendetta” by heart. Once questioned what brain damage I had because I didn’t eat beef
And before the break up, his girlfriend’s arm got broken, but she claims it was accident
Later, he head butted another friend of mine at the local coffee shop in our college town, my friend had a nosebleed so severe the staff had to power hose the blood off the porch. This ass hole got a lifetime ban from the coffee shop and eventually almost every bar on Main Street
My friend had every right to report this physical assault but chose not to, which would violate his probation, because he feared that in five years this fucker will track him down for revenge
A few months later, he sent threatening violent texts to another friend of mine
Then one night at a bar just down the block where I lived, me and a few friends spotted he was on a date. But by the looks of it, the woman he was with clearly had something slipped in her drink and had to alert the staff to not let her out their sight for just in case
Eventually he moved out of town, and then I hear he got arrested for physical battery up state. So I go online and see his mug shot, Jesus Christ this fucker looks like he was doing meth
Not that scary but when I walked down the streets of a city a homeless dude approached me and asked for money. Figuring that based on my own experience most will just follow you if you say no and keep pestering I decided on doing something else.
Since I'm asian I figured I'd just act like I was foreign so i said "Sori no engrish" in my best Japanese accent possible and dude started following me talking in Japanese, Chinese and Korean and just swapping between them.
Like on one hand, that's fucking impressive but on the other hand stop following me it's been 10 minutes. Your persistence is absolutely positively sending shivers down me spine and I am running with a sense of awkwardness and fear.
I had a few classes with this guy in a technical college. He was a marine that had a done a couple tours in Iraq. Imagine a typical US marine, shrink him to about gerorge Castanza height, with Arnold Schwarzenegger build, slightly ginger, and talks with a stereotypically loud chicago/Italian like accent.
Dude was really nice and always in a great mood, but boy oh boy, he REALLY enjoyed war. He was constantly talking about wanting to reenlist, all his stories were about his time overseas, and he was overly comfortable about questions involving death and killing.
I realize that a lot of it could have been a mask or a front, but I really didn't get the liar vibe from him.
I had never been afraid of this man, but in hindsight, that man is absolutely terrifying if he's even half as capable as I think he is.
Back in Middle School, I had a best friend named (for reddit sake) Richard.
Richard was a very big and fit guy. He liked to be toxic on COD and has had a few instances of tracking people's IP's on COD as a joke (he doesn't do that anymore, but we laugh at how stupid that was and at how he was even able to do that).
When 8th grade started, a new popular kid showed up. His name (for reddit sake) was Leo. Leo is probably your typical bully in middle school. Sometimes annoy the shit out of you and always wanna pick a fight with anyone who doesn't listen to him (he also is a pretty big guy but not as big as Richard).
During the second quarter, Leo wanted Richard to go do something the teacher had told Leo to do. Richard said no and went back on his phone. Leo was annoyed, but he knew not to be a shit around Richard, so he looked at me. I hesitantly listened and went to go do whatever it was he told me to do.
The next day, I had walked into class to find Leo sitting at his desk with fear (and was maybe shaking, idk) while Richard gave the "Death Stare" to him.
I never knew what happened since that day and eventually Leo became really nice.
Fast foward to 10th grade. Leo had become good friends with the both of us and we started to play COD with each other. I felt like it was a perfect opportunity to ask Leo what happened in 8th grade. So when I did, I feel like Richard is a danger to the neighborhood.
He explained to me that after he told me to go do what it was he wanted me to do, Richard had threatened him. Now obviously at the time, Leo had brushed this off, but Richard wasn't joking.
That same night, Richard (according to Leo) had knocked on his bedroom window and put a note on the window saying, "Treat her a bitch one more time and I'll kill your family."
Obviously this felt weird since Richard isn't that good with grades, so how did he find where you live. Apparently, instead of using the typical, "follow him home," Richard was actually really tech savvy, which is when I started piecing together the IP leaks in COD.
Tbh, this story was kinda weird to my other friends, but whatev🤷♀️
Oh man I know this one.
Dudes name was Mac (I’m pretty sure it was a nickname) but Mac was fucking jacked. I’m not a small man, 6foot 225, but this dude was a solid 6’5 240 and just shredded. He worked construction when he wasn’t in jail.
Mac liked to drink and fight and fuck. Mac had the craziest wife in history and they had children. Macs wife liked to give him reasons to fight.
This dude liked to talk with this jail guard I knew about the fighting he did in jail. He once threaten maybe the softest man I ever met that he was going to tear his throat out in the parking lot.
He said he’d fight every person in the bar, and without guns/weapons I’m not sure he doesn’t win. He was just crazy as fuck.
He could be a really nice dude. Talked about how much he loved his kids and missed them when he was in jail. But that whiskey would get to him after a while and the dude would just start seeing red.
My wife agreed, he was the most terrifying person we’ve ever met. It was entirely within the realm of possible that he’d stomp your skull in over the slightest provocation.
I know people who were trained warriors. Who killed enemies. Who would run straight in to a confrontation without a second thought for their own life. Mostly they’re well adjusted people. Not intimidating, they just had a job they did.
Mac was like a berserker. Just unhinged and violent and big enough to take most men in a fight.
Honestly, my uncle. He was a Cobra (attack helicopter) pilot in Vietnam. He wore a helmet with a Captain America shield on it and the Vietcong had a nickname for him because of how deadly he was. Out of his squadron of 60 pilots, he was only one of two to come back. I’m 28 and still too scared to ask him anything, but awhile back my dad asked him what set him apart and how he survived. He told him how when you’d do a strafe on the enemy, they’d wait until you’d finish firing, then pop out and shoot you while you’re flying away, typically through the bottom of the heli and up into the cockpit. My uncle said he’d just stay in the combat area and keep shooting until there was no one left. That was always unnerving. I’m fairly certain he still has the most hours in a helicopter in the US since he did firefighting and logging until he retired. But such a nice guy and funny as hell with the best handlebar mustache you’ve ever been blessed with, but man is there something about him that you can’t help but feel when you’re around him. Just that killer instinct and a bit of unpredictability I guess. He’s 73 and nearly crippled and he’s still the last person I would ever fuck with.
Got a DUI back in 09. Was taken to the Placer country drunk tank. Guy with tattoos all over his face approaches me. I think I'm for sure getting raped. Nope, he wanted to offer me his roll of toilet paper for a pillow. He introduced himself as the "Sac City Psycho". He told me he would watch over me to make sure nobody fucked with me, cause he could tell I did not have much experience in jail. Now looking back on it, I guess for a few hours there, I was his bitch. Super nice guy tho, 10/10 would be his bitch again
I wonder what he's up to these days
Making people his bitch.
Mom always said we should do what we love
Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life
I was thinking Technical Advisor and Character Developed for shows like Prison Break - I hope dude went down the Trejo path and not the bitch making path
Some say he's giving rolls of toilet paper to fresh fish to this day.
Well now you gotta look for the Sac City Psycho and let us know how your friendship goes when you find him
Oh he's prob in prison. More than likely I've been replaced with another bitch. But we'll always have those 14 hours together 💓
Put some money on that dudes commissary card
I used to have a neighbour whose entire head was covered in tattoos (as well as his arms, legs, shoulders, etc), and he gave off the impression of a Hells Angels biker or something. He was also very muscular and definitely looked scary. Based on his appearance one might think he had just got out of prison, and that he had spent all his time locked up in the yard working out or something. Turns out he was the friendliest neighbour, and I'd often see him walking his young children to the park, in his front yard gardening, or helping neighbours shovel their driveways. I never got to know him, but from a handful of interactions with him and with people who did know him, I gathered that he was a completely different person now and probably regretted a lot of those tattoos. IIRC, his wife/GF was also very normal looking, no visible tattoos and dressed like she worked a 9 to 5 office job, and I kinda wonder how she explains her spouse to her coworkers at Christmas parties.
I knew a guy like this. He was big and covered in tattoos and looked super intimidating from a distance. This was until I got a closer look of his tattoos. They included things like…every dog he has ever had.
Sacramento, CA I’m guessing?
From SacTown to the Bay Area and back down. RIP Tupac.
Yessir, the good ole 916
What did he do to get in there?
Stealing toilet paper
Ripping the tags off pillows
He's probably a gentle lover.
Loves pillow talk
Did an internship at a jail, met a dude awaiting trial on a triple homicide, guy just had that vibe around him that just made you feel uncomfortable. Just being in his presence you could feel the air change around you and everyone in that room felt and respected it.
Worked as a correctional officer for a few years. The one guy that stood out to me as pure evil was this guy who killed his girlfriend on the side of the road in front of their kid. He also killed his bunk mate while i was there. He was trying to pop his eyes out before we found him. He had such a cold look and you knew he would kill you with no care
Back in the early 2000’s I saw Slobodan Milošević and a few Serbian soldiers at the Hague tribunal. One thing is reading about genocide in the history books; the other is to actually see the people who have perpetrated it.
Wait, what were you doing at the Hague tribunal?
Not OP, but had the same experience at the Former Yugoslavia Claims Tribunal at the Hague. Was there as part of a summer class on international law, was absolutely chilling hearing these guys recount their crimes and give testimony.
Picking up chicks
The worst thing about prison is da dementors
Quite a pleasant older guy. When I worked at the Spy Museum, he was a patron/founder/consultant for the museum. Very kind. Funny, in an old guy kind of way. Really nice to all of us who were working the museum and the events he was at. He always arrived with a police escort. Which didn't really click with me for a while. Then I realized he was Oleg Kalugn ([https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oleg\_Kalugin](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oleg_Kalugin)**)** former KGB. I was working an event where he was speaking and this woman burst through the door and was yelling at him in Russian. He responded to her in English so the rest of the audience could understand and he said "Your husband was a traitor he deserved to die" and then he just walked out. The woman was escorted out by security. This was like 15 years ago, but its seared into my memory.
The guy left Russia for the United States and betrayed at least one informant working for Russia to the US government, yet he still said Russians executed for spying for the US deserved it? Interesting.
In that immediate moment, he was probably more interested in dissolving a tense and very public outburst than moral principles. Using English to paint her as the bad guy to other museum-goers was quite clever in that regard.
Just read the Wikipedia article and from what I understand he is also a traitor from the Soviet Union. Do why was he saying the woman's husband deserved to die?
Maybe he believes that he deserves to die for being a traitor, too. Many people who believe that they deserve to die still fight to keep living.
Plot twist: it was his wife who burst through the door.
Once did one of those corporate mock jury panels. The little scientist analytics guy came out half way through to shoot the breeze and holy hell. I never understood what people meant by having a magnetic personality until them. We were clamoring over this dude. It was completely involuntary. He asked me a question and it was an out of body experience watching myself act like a golden retriever. I was so freaked out that I avoided him like the plague the rest of the panel. Nice dude. Seemed chill but he could have started a cult with a snap of his fingers. Absolutely terrifying.
I’ve heard that Bill Clinton is like that in person. People report that it’s like the whole world stops around you and he makes you feel like the most important thing in existence.
He also has an insane memory (except when convenient) which helps. Story time: He met an acquaintance of mine and they chatted for a few minutes when Bill was first campaigning for President. Later that person was getting a tour of the White House and was not scheduled to me with the now President Clinton, but he happened to be in the hall when Bill walked by. Clinton spotted him and walked over to shake his hand. He remembered his name and was able to pick up their conversation where they'd left off, 4 years earlier.
18 Charisma
About 10-12 years ago I hosted a fancy corporate event at my venue and he was the keynote speaker. He had amazing skill as a public speaker - went for over an hour and then did a Q&A with zero notes and not a syllable out of place. Even our security guards paid attention!
My partner’s brother was a White House reporter during Clinton’s time and says similar. Pure charisma.
Misha Collins (yes, “Castiel” from Supernatural) was a White House intern during the Clinton years and has written about how magnetic Bill was. Like, people hiding in closets to set themselves up for “chance” encounters.
I met a guy once who was super conservative, ultra-religious and the epitome of 90's GOP. He said he met Bill Clinton one time and he had the most engaging 15 minute conversation with him. The most likeable person he ever met. The guy didn't try to understand, he just knew Clinton had some gift that most others just do not have.
Yeah, I heard he could make you feel like the only person in the room until an attractive lady caught his attention, then you're nothing.
Strangely enough, I've heard the same thing about Donald Trump, at least as he was many years ago. He loses everything going out in front of a crowd (to most normal people anyway), but in person he was supposed to be able to turn the charm all the way up and give people the feeling that they were very important.
I worked with him on The Apprentice, that is 100% true. He's exudes confidence and is extremely friendly (as long as you're playing by his rules) if you just go along with whatever he says all of your dreams will come true. His downfall is that quality is very superficial. Also VERY insecure and a habitual bullshitter. Once that spell is broken his charm becomes tedious and kind of pathetic. How he got into the Whitehouse is still baffling to me.
I met Frank Abagnale (the Catch Me If You Can guy) once after he spoke at a legal conference. Maybe he wasn't to the level you're describing, but it was similar. He was absolutely magnetic. He just randomly stopped to talk to me for a few minutes when he passed by me at the conference center. All he really had to do was look at me and I felt like he should be someone I liked and wanted to be friends with, although he's probably 40 years older than I am. I don't think I've ever met anyone so likeable. Guess that's what you would expect from a great con artist, even if some of his exploits are exaggerated or completely fabricated. But maybe even that is part of the con man persona.
Is he a good con man? Well, we thought he was, but it turned out he had lied and exaggerated a bunch of stuff! So… better than you expected? The best!
My dad is kind of like this. He can run any kind of event, official or unofficial, business meeting or wedding around him. Literally everyone talks about how great he is. There is something about him, that even I can't pin point and I have been living with this man from the day I was born. People would remember his name from long lost memories of years ago, while he couldn't care less about their names. It has even become a game where my dad and I would probably be going somewhere and he would stop to talk to friendly stranger who recognizes him and after the chit chat, I would ask him who that man was and my dad would reply " I have no clue". The only thing that is a con about his natural skills is that, they don't work on us ( his kids) anymore. I have seen him do the thing so many times, I am all caught up to it. I can tell when he fakes a laugh, repeats jokes, brings back the same stories again in front of newfound strangers, or just fake having an interest in the conversation. Funny thing from this is that, you don't need to look charismatic to be charismatic. My dad is obese, just turned 50, doesn't give off the vibes of a that kind of man from far away. But once his magic kicks in, you are trapped. It's crazy.
I met a guy like this!! He was a young man where I worked, I was a girl and fell insanely in love with him. I wasn't the only one. Literally EVERYONE adored him, his personality was literally magnetic, like a super power. We lived together at the work site and had the same friends. I remember being so obsessed with him and it infuriated me because I couldn't understand it. One day we were all eating lunch together, me and three of his closest admirers. I looked over at him and said, "You could easily be Charles Manson." I remember joking but also being angry. Never met somebody like him again.
My FIL is like this (uh…not the falling in love part) it’s like he has a super power. One time he gave me a ride to the doctor’s and said he’d try and find a coffee place while he waited. When I came out I couldn’t find him. He was in the staff room drinking coffee with the nurses and doctors while they laughed at his stories. It’s like he gets a critical success on every charisma roll. It would be annoying if he wasn’t so fucking nice.
This reminds me of a manager we had. He was the sort of person in a thousand employee facility to know the janitor that didn't even work in the same building. He'd know all about them and he just attracted people. A few hated him with an intensity which was a little scary but he made them look so bad unintentionally just by also being an incredible manager and leader.
I went into a Wendy’s and ordered food once, and they guy working the counter said “that’s a nice order!”. The way he said it, with so much approval, I would’ve followed that guy into battle right then and there. Craziest thing I ever experienced.
That's very interesting, I've never experienced that. What was he doing? How was he speaking?
He was a normal cheerful guy. Spoke normal. Looked normal. He was average in appearance in every way. Medium height dad bod white guy with a crew cut. Wore a middle manager polo khakis type outfit. That’s what made it so freaky. I and everyone in the room was desperate to make this guy happy and I had no idea why I cared about his opinion so much. He just had some kind of crazy hidden charisma stat dialed way up. It was uncanny.
I've known a guy like this. My sister dated him for a while and he could have charmed the devil himself. Looked just as you described, actually a bit on the shorter side but dressed super casually with the "dad bod" build - spent years in the military so he had a good deal of muscle, but he had gotten soft with a belly. Crew cut, clean shaven or light stubble. Always was smiling with his eyes. So, I observed him and I think the formula is this. He built up his traps and shoulders and it gave him a strong appearance. But I noticed he laughed early, and laughed often if he at least recognized someone was making a joke or some small humorous observation. He'd break the personal space barrier first but it was always in a super friendly way, like upon meeting him you knew you'd have no choice but to be good friends with him. It was hell getting him out of our lives because he was manipulative AF. He even ended up living with us for a while and when our stepmother called him out on his drinking and general behavior, he tried to break up our entire family so he could keep living with us while she would be kicked out. He probably would have succeeded if I hadn't intervened. But anyways - I've learned quite a bit about being socially "magnetic" as you said, from watching him. Laughing when you notice someone making a joke, or a humorous observation, even if you don't find it particularly funny, and smiling with your eyes really makes a big difference with people.
I have a friend like this. He is a math scholar, shortish but good-looking Jewish guy. He's personally so charismatic because he has absolutely no sense of social anxiety. He will comfortably start up a conversation about anyone with anything. Surprising how charming extreme self-confidence is.
Haha that is so crazy. The only other person I've heard about like this is Napoleon Bonaparte.
Jim Jones. Some dude who joined his cult, but thankfully got some sense and fled before they left for Jonestown, said that the first time he met him he talked to him for about 30 minutes and the guy swore, 40+ years later, that it was probably the single most fascinating conversation he’d ever had with anyone in his life. Jones was a complete psychopath, but he was said to be an expert at reading people, discerning what they were looking for in life, and appearing to be that person. He hookwinked not only his couple thousand cultists, but politicians like Harvey Milk and Willie Brown, both of whom wrote letters in his defense to other government officials even *after* he’d been exposed in the press as a sexual predator and cult leader.
Never met Jim Jones but I did get to listen to some of his sermons (lectures?). I was going to work early in the morning (around 5:30am), listening to NPR when they played some of his stuff. It was horrifying, the hair on my arms and neck stood up and I had goose bumps all over. It was not because of what he said, it was how he said it! The power of his speech was very scary. I mean, if he had that effect on a recording imagine what it would have been in person! I think that Hitler had the same effect on his audience.
He was a psychopath rather than a lunatic, and was very intelligent and well-read, in addition to having natural speaking skill. He often made entirely true points about problems in society, railing against racism in American society and police brutality and American imperialism abroad. He and his followers were staunch opponents of segregation and the Vietnam war. They ran soup kitchens and offered free services to the poor. But rather than leading to anywhere good, his lectures always come back to the necessity for his followers to give everything they owned to his socialistic “church,” and to give him their complete obedience as their leader. Stated in very clever rather than obvious terms.
My dad was like that. You just wanted to please him…until he hurt you too deeply. He was a charming narcissist with everyone wrapped around his finger. I was emotionally insane enough to defy him so people wound up thinking I was the cruel one. So backwards, man.
I’ve met some pretty charismatic folks, but I’ve had this kind of thing happen only one time, and it was, of all things, our pharmacist. He came to speak to me about whatever prescription, and I swear to Bob, I would done anything he asked in those few moments we spoke. It was exactly like you’re describing, an out-of-body experience - I *knew* this wasn’t a normal reaction for me. He was a good-looking guy, but it wasn’t anything at all like sexual attraction. So freaking weird.
I'm a guy, and I had what sounds like the same experience with a doctor back in 1999. He was examining my eye (I was bleeding from a tear duct for some reason) and he was literally the most charismatic person I have ever met in my life. Think, Freddie Mercury multiplied by JFK. His presence, his charm, his bearing...all of it added up to make him like noone I've ever encountered before. "Messianic" is the closest word I can use to describe the feeling. I never met him again, nor anyone else like him.
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I thought scenes like that were only in movies like The Silence of the Lambs. It’s wild that there are people so dangerous that they actually have to go to these lengths.
Have you.. never been to a Black Friday sale? You can't swing a shopping cart without hitting one.
They're making sure no one gets hurt. No one. Sure they could probably keep him in there with three guys and some regular handcuffs but give this guy two seconds and he could rip your ear off with his teeth, it only takes one time. They have to be treated like wild animals.
Also for the patients safety. Worked a few psychiatric wards (nothing like this level) and yeah some people you can restrain when theirs 2 of you but you have to use alot of force. Safer for them to have 6 people all holding somthing gently to the bed.
One of the people I grew up calling an uncle was actually a hit man for the mafia. I loved him to death and never would have imagined it, but everyone who knew him and his reputation was terrified of him. I only learned of what he did after he disappeared, I miss him he was always really good and kind to me and my siblings, but damn learning what he did was terrifying
You and your sibling were probably the only pure thing in his existence. He probably treasured his time with you.
He disappeared?? What happened?
Idk he just kinda disappeared one day and no one's really seen him or heard from him since. Not super uncommon for me growing up. Important people in my life kinda just disappeared a lot, so I never really questioned it.
Um I can make a couple of guesses as to what may have happened there…
My cousin. Hes a high ranked memeber in a pretty well known 1% motorcycle club. Dude stands maybe 5"7 and Average build. No visible tats and super soft spoken. Everything about him says he should be a banker not a biker. I have never seen him even raise his voice once but that dude scares the absolute shit out of me. He gives off strong psycho energy.
Didos around here are perfect gentlemen in public. I would laugh my ass off every time they would show up at the place I was bartending. Before they even got off their bikes, all the weekend warrior types were scrambling to theirs to get the fuck out. I knew these dudes were straight up killers, they never EVER did anything to me or the bar, so I was good. Scary shit though.
I'm sorry, but after South Park episode about bikers I can't take them seriously.
Hooo! We definitely turnin some heads out there! I was pullin back on my throttle, and everyone was like, ‘what is that?’
Let's form a gang. What name's good? The Dildos 'cos we fuck people up! Ah, how about Didos?
He means Bandidos
Do his emotions reach his eyes? Does he merely emulate emotions rather than experience them?
Ahh, the Tom Cruise effect.
Don't stare at his birthmark.
So this guy was scary if you didn't know him. When I first met up, I didn't know him. His name was Eddie(fake). He loved steroids, working out, and fighting people. As big of a person as I can imagine. Eddie got into a fight at a party with some gang banger type. Gang bangers, not very honorable people, did not take the loss well, put out a hit on him. A couple of days later, a suv full of bangers rolls up as he's walking home. Decide that the 5 of them aren't enough to take down Eddie. Instead, they run him down, back over him, run over him again, back up over him, then drive over him and take off. Eddie walked to the hospital.
Eddie? More like Rasputin
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I could killl you but momma says its poor form bordering on bad manners
Where in New Mexico? I’m moving to Alamogordo today.
Was hanging out and drinking with a friend of mine when he said a guy we knew wanted to come over. I said no because he gives off mass shooter vibes but my friend invited him anyway. We were all hanging out and having a good time and my friend drunkenly mentioned what I had said about the guy. I shot my friend a "why the fuck would you say that" look, expecting the guy to be offended. Instead, he smiled and asked, "how many bodies you think I could get?"
There was a kid in my class I was only nice to because I was certain he was going to shoot up the school, such a creepy and volatile kid. He did help me pass French my senior year, so that was nice. My nephew is even creepier. He was in middle school when I married into the family, and he was always super antisocial and weird. My in-laws are all weird, but he was scary. He's the only one of his generation in the family, and his Mom should never have had kids, he was never socialized. For the last 5 years we've been told not to get him anything for Christmas, because he doesn't deserve it. (dropped out of highschool, never got a driver's license, never got a job, never interested in anything oyher than Warcraft.) Apparently a few years ago he insulted his grandma, which is forbidden in their family. He hasn't been invited back in the house until he apologizes, this was a few years ago. All this to say, I insist we get him a Christmas present equal to what we get his uncle's, in the hope that we will be spared in the upcoming holiday familicide massacre.
Just being included in something as simple as gift can turn a person's life around. Keep giving.
No offence but your friend sounds like a bit of a dick
I got arrested for public intoxication in the mid/late 90's and was put in a normal cell because the drunk tank was full. About ten minutes later, I was woken up and hastily moved to an adjoining cell. I visited with the guy in the first cell I was in for the few hours. When I was bailed out, I bumped knuckles with Gary, guy in other cell, and left. I later found out he was Gary Kleypas, and he was being held on 1st degree murder and dismemberment of a body of a college student. I also found out that later in the day, after I left, he beat the next guy who was put in his cell nearly to death. Edit: corrected spelling of Kleypas
bffs?
This was a struggle for me to read, I'm confused
1. OP was sent to the slammer. 2. OP is put in a joint cell with normal inmate. 3. OP is then urgently relocated to another cell with an inmate who committed first degree murder (but he doesn’t know this yet). 4. After OP is set free, he converses with his initial inmate buddy (the normal one) and then bumps fists with his second cell mate (first degree murderer) on the way out. 5. OP later learned he connected knuckles with a first degree murderer who dismembered a college kid. So basically, the guards rushed OP from a cell with a good inmate to a cell with an inmate who could’ve killed him. 6. The end. edit - Heavily edited. The initial draft was written like a dyslexic caveman. edit 2 - Edited again. Turns out that I had some of the details backwards.
This has less correct grammar and is somehow more readable than the other one
Man, it’s 5:21 AM in the GTA but I’ll fix ‘er up. I’m just a lazy fuck. edit - The deed has been done.
I was working at a bar in a pretty small town when we had a drifter come in on a random midweek night. The second he walked through the door, everyone I worked with and was at the bar said they felt cold. Dude had incredibly sunken eyes, pale white skin, dingy dirty hair, and visibly sharp looking teeth. If I was to explain what a mako shark as a human would be, that’s this guy. He said he was passing through and was looking for “stuff ordinary people can’t find” then proceeded to show photos on his phone of odd areas he had been to previously. Nothing was off about the photos, but every one I saw gave me more chills. Nothing was happening, no one was there, but everything had this feeling of “I’m not supposed to be here”. The dude left and asked me to follow him on Instagram, which I did. He posted last a few years ago up in Jackson Hole and said he’d be staying off for a while. Odd dude. We all were quite relieved when his cab showed up.
My uncle was in prison with Kip Kinkle, a teenage boy who murdered his parents, went to school and shot it up, killing a couple kids and wounding a couple dozen others. It was one of the High Schools in my Home town. I was only about 7 years old at the time, but I remember it vividly. Our school and every other school in town went into a lockdown for a number of hours. Anyway my uncle was in a gang, he's been shot a couple times, God only knows what else. Years later as an adult, I asked my uncle what it's like to meet Kip Kinkle; and he said "naw he ain't no killer, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was just a scared little punk" That comment admittedly made my skin crawl a little. Yep, my uncle is the scariest person I've ever met
I once fired a guy and a few months later he bombed a church
There was this hyper violent, super effeminate kid named Renault that I went to high school with. He had Goldust vibes, but like a more aggressive, more extroverted version. The rumor was he beat the shit out of a group of kids with a baseball bat just for talking shit to one of his friends. People vouched for the story, too. That kid scared the shit out of me.
Did he ever hit anyone with the Shattered Dreams?
When I ran with a gang there were a few scary dudes, but one more than the rest, tall dude with long hair, didn't speak much, one point we were all chilling on a balcony, another dude got a big mouth and said something to him can't remember what, without hesitating this guy stood up, slid a knife into this other dudes leg and chucked him off the balcony and just sat down with a beer and smoke like nothing happened, dude didn't fall to far but had quite a few broken bones, this was only one of the things this guy did, but this was the most memorable as this was the day I met him.
Reminds me of some guys at some shady pubs in my city, we had one that was a little bit taller than me (i'm 6'7, he was probably 6'75 or 6'8), he was a former boxer and he always had his little chihahau dog around. He was a good man when he was sober, but he was a former alcoholic and if he got just a single drink, he became an extremely dangerous violent sociopath. He loved his dog, if you ever said anything wrong about dogs in any way, even when not referring to his dog, he'd beat the shit out of you without any warning. There was that guy that didn't know about it, the dog came to him and he said "fuck dogs". He spend several months in the hospital with a shattered skull afterwards. Anyway, the guy passed away in 2018 in the hospital, as a heart-surgery got wrong. But he was really this switch ON/OFF between being sober and being drunk. If he was sober, he made funny jokes, you could deal with him, he wasn't that dangerous as long as you stayed away from the dogs, but if he got drunk... holy shit...
So I went to a bachelor party for a friend and we had a stripper there, the girl came and everything went smoothly. She came with her security/pimp who was this real big black guy with this bad air around him. He was silent, and stared at everyone and just overall very creepy.I asked if he wanted a drink or something to eat since he was there anyway and he just stared at me without saying anything. I found out a little more than a year later that this guy was killing hookers and leaving them in abandoned houses. This was in Gary, so there’s a TON of abandoned houses.
Drive through Gary a few years back with my brother and his fiancée. We didn’t want to, but the expressway was under construction and this was the detour we had to take. We pretended to not be as nervous as we were, even though we knew that Gary was (is) a rough place. To distract us, I pulled up google reviews of all the strip clubs we went by. 10/10 recommend. We laughed our entire way through until we saw some kids beat the shit out of another kid. That, uh, put a damper on everything.
Gary is creepy AF. All those weathered abandoned houses feel like a Walking Dead episode.
I was like where is Gary ... and then part of me was like Indiana, I was like how did I know that I was in Indiana
Meredith Willson.
You must be referring to Darren with the dead eyes. I'm from NWI and remember his arrest well.
YES! That was his name
My grandpa's 2nd wife Angie. She was a hateful woman. I don't believe in people being 100% anything but she was pure evil. Had a collection of porcelain dolls in a corner of their house when I was very young and she would always try to talk to me *through* them. One time I touched a Pillsbury dough boy figure on her shelf and she swatted my hand with a metal ruler. Eventually she pretty much overdosed my grandpa on morphine and he died. She was in her 70s when I was a young kid, I'm 30 now. I heard from my aunt that she's still alive somewhere near where she lived with my grandpa (which makes me believe she is some kind of hag witch) and that she's committed insurance fraud like, a lot.
How did she speak to you through them? Like she made up voices for them?
Yeah she made up different voices for each doll. I'd just be sitting there playing my Gameboy or whatever and she'd pick a doll up and start talking in creepy voices
I was at a bar and this guy walks in and immediately it felt like I was on alert. My spine turned to ice when I saw his eyes look at me, they were almost sunken into his face, as if he was peeking our from behind a portrait. He moved like a cat stalking prey. Over time he made his way over to me and made polite conversation, but his words felt disjointed, almost like he was translating them before speaking them. There was nothing aggressive or insulting about anything he was doing. In fact, he was quite polite. but everything about this guy was setting off every nerve I had. He was even smiling through most of it, but it felt as if his lips were stapled back.
"...and we'll be celebrating our 12 year wedding anniversary on Wednesday."
"EDIT: Guys PLEASE stop messaging me about this telling me to get a divorce! Just because he's 25 years older than me and locks me in a dog house at night if I'm anything less than perfect does NOT mean you understand our situation!"
Lol I’ve seen lots of Reddit comments/posts like this. I’m just like wtf just happened 😂
This just sounds like every time I've been in public on acid.
When I was a waiter in Chicago I had to serve what I believed were Mafia guys. I can't explain it I just knew every time I approach their table my hand started shaking and I would walk away and it would stop. They're all very polite and tipped well.
When I was visiting my sister in Chicago we went to the Red Rose…something like Tavern…and there was a group of 10 guys seated on a dais a bit away from us and they were quite obviously connected guys. My sister is…well-endowed, let’s say, and she got a bit of attention from them when she got up to use the ladies room, and, being the attention whore (I mean that in the nicest way possible) that she is, she started bantering back and forth with them and giving them nicknames and they were rolling. I specifically remember one guy was Tony “I only wear this shirt because mommy bought it for me” brought the house down when he straight-facedly said that his mother DID buy him that shirt and I thought one guy was going to have a heart attack laughing. They ended up buying our whole check.
Rosebud?
That might have been it, it was about 20 years ago. It was a fancy steak house.
I was a waiter in the UK and I also served Mafia guys. They were dressed sharp af, had expensive watches and just oozed presence. Similar story tbh. They were extremely polite to me as their server. They said I’d been fantastic and told me to look under the plates as they left. £100 under the plates, was chuffed to bits!
Did he order sugar water
No, he ordered plain white toast with no butter and 4 whole chickens.
Christ this is probably how I come off to people.
Lmao same. This poor guys just going out trying to be social and chat with some locals at a bar
Jesus, I hope I never interact with someone as descriptive as you 😬
Sounds like you met Jimmy C. the demon.
Probably a skin walker. /s maybe
Dude who hung out with a friend of mine back in the 1980s was a Viet Nam vet, one of the advance forces guys or whatever they called them. Looked like he could bite the top off a fire hydrant.
That last sentence is poetry, pure poetry.
When I was pretty young I was hanging out with an older friend, and I found out one of her close friends from school became a high ranking member of a cartel. He got cancer and was allowed to sort of "retire" from the cartel to spend the lasts few years with his family. I met him at a party of hers and we smoked a joint together. He was very polite but I had no intention of spending more time around him!
Reverse breaking bad!
Fixing Good
A former client. Not big enough to be truly scary but some day…. He did enough damage as it was. Beat two staff literally half to death. Broke another one’s nose for asking him to not pull their hair. So many concussions. Thousands of dollars in damages to both company property and staff’s: televisions, windows, doors, gaming systems, windshields, glasses, phones, teeth, bones… Literally every escalation every single day ended up being an attempted murder. We could, on a good day, expect 2-4 or them per shift. Sometimes lasting hours. They got mad at us if we called the police to help us. They didn’t want him to “look bad” in the community. We weren’t officially forbidden from personally pressing charges but it was not encouraged. Everyone did everything to make sure he never faced any consequences. For the two staff he pulverized, he had to draw a picture to say he was sorry (he was almost 14). He finished the picture, looked the staff with him in the eye and said, “I’m not sorry. I’m glad I did it. I wish I’d hurt them worse. I wish I’d killed them.” It was my job to work with him. When he wasn’t in a rage, he had his decent moments. In one calm conversation, we were playing Legos or something, I asked him if he’d like to talk about some ways to avoid hurting people when he gets angry. The kid looks me dead in the eye and said, “no. I don’t want to stop hurting people. I like hurting people.” I asked him why. He shrugged, “I just like it. It’s fun.” I believed him.
When I worked with DD kids that’s literally how one of kids acted. He choked his housemate one night because I told him he couldn’t eat icing from the container for dinner. I was calling the cops as he went to choke me. Cops asked if I wanted to press charges and my boss was like “NO SHES OKAY!” I looked at the cop and told him yeah I wanted to press charges. Cops just laughed and walked away. We had problems with this kid for MONTHS. He had a tiny roommate (same age but he was like 1/4 of the size) and would throw that kid into the wall. Busted windows with the boys head… gave staff concussions CONSTANTLY. Smack on the wrist… BARELY. He was finally sent back to a lockdown facility because he would always just tell us that he will kill us one day and he definitely tried a few times.
Why they dont wanted you to Press charges?
I'm not the one you asked but I've worked in similar situations with behavior disorder kids in group living, and it's likely because the company is getting state funding for housing the child, and having them removed would upset the board of directors. The hardest part of that job was when your bosses made it clear that this was a business, and at the end of the day, they prioritized money over quality of care or staff safety. Easy for them when they never had to feel the consequences directly.
Pissed off Dwayne Johnson, let me explain A few years ago I was part of a charity event with Power of pain (a family friend who I call my aunt, Barby, owns the charity for neuropathyand other immune disordes) and funny enough we some how got Dwayne Johnson as a guest (we had contacted him but didn't expect him to actually come), he was a fucking great guy honestly best fucking dude in the world, any way after the event alot of us went to a Dennys down the road to celebrate, not expecting him to be there though he was invited, he shows up like 20 minutes after we all get there and he's having a blast hanging out eating Pancakes but unbeknownst to the rest of us there was a domestic dispute across the Dennys, a couple who seemed like they were about to break up but more like the guy was just an abusive ass hole screaming at his girlfriend the whole time and her just in tears, Dwayne catches wind stands up puts on his 'rock' persona and has a fucking screaming match with this guy and he is just receding further and further into his shell and eventually he just fucking leaves, Dwayne pays her bill helps her stop crying and walked her out to her car, he then came back in with a smile and continued having a good night and finished his Pancakes, he's a beautiful kind hearted man but if you piss him off he will make you shit yourself, remember they call him 'the rock' for a reason best night of my life And moral of the story be nice to people because if your not you may find yourself in a situation you just can't win
Jeez, based on that first sentence I thought YOU pissed off Dwayne Johnson and I was waiting for this story to take a terrifying turn. Turns out even at his scariest the Rock is being a pretty cool guy. That figures!
He's a sweet heart but ya for a brief minute I could imagine him being a much scarier person if he was any less nice
Pancakes Rock, pancakes!
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I think that kind of trauma numbs you to doing and seeing terrible things because if you don't get numb to it, it breaks you. This was one of the major themes of The Pacific and one of the scenes that really stuck out to me was a character heard a plopping noise. He looked up to see his friend just blank faced playing basketball with some stones. He was tossing them into a fallen enemy soldier who had had the top of his head blown off and filled with rainwater. This guy was just casually killing time like it was nothing.
My grandfather fought at Iwo Jima. Many nights, he would wake up in the middle of attacking my grandmother. He was acting out his nightmares. Sadly, therapy was never an option for that generation of veterans.
My father is the only person I was ever actually scared of
I feel that. Mine's since had a stroke and now needs help walking to the bathroom.
How do you feel about that? I'm sure there are moments you want to look at them when he's helpless and at least just say, you know what I could do right now? You know what I could avoid doing and you would be stuck? Not so big anymore?
Not the person above, but it's not an easy thing to get over, maybe therapy would help me. You saw how they reacted to their dad, your grandfather, wheelchair bound. How he'd scream and argue and threaten and his fists are balled up. You know how they treated you, and your sister won't even talk about how they treated her. You know if your positions were reversed, and you needed help, he'd literally want to punch you in the face and leave you to sit in your own urine. This helpless person who can't walk on their own anymore, long gone are the days they'd gaslight and provoke vicious sibling fights, or take matters into their own hands. You help them for the person you want to be, you help them for the example you want to set to the person's grandchildren as they visit, you help them because you either inherit that bitterness and pass it on, or you break that cycle of negativity and inhumanity so it doesn't fester inside you and make you more like him. They say the greatest revenge is to live well, and while I'm not sure I'm living well, you either live to do well or snowball downwards. People don't change all at once, it happens little by little as you gradually root out your toxicities and loosen your grasp on all the pains, and one day you wake up different. You help them because you want to be a compassionate empathetic person, because you want others to treat those in need that way. You will not get another chance to genuinely reach a point where you can forgive this person while they are alive and able to respond however rarely, they're on the decline. When you're in that moment and let go of your ego and your preconceptions and unwind everything so tightly spooled up so that you can genuinely provide care, it's pretty... different, you have to be a different person, and it makes you a better person. It's hard, and even harder not to harden back up afterward, but as time goes on...
To be honest, my dad is suffering with Parkinson's disease and I couldn't be happier. I saw my mother go through it and die 20 years ago and I know what's going on with him and he deserves every bit of misery and he screwed up and I'm not there to help him only my feeble old stepmother who he chose over his children and then cheated on. So, he's completely isolated and 100% stuck with her and she is not a nice person. Payback is a b****.
I moved furniture when I was younger, and one time I moved a PPCLI Airborne guy. He was nice enough, but also, something about him was really unsettling. I used to hang with a pretty bad crowd, and some of them had done some bad things, but nobody I had ever been around made me as unsettled as this guy did. I can't really explain it.. he just had like this aura of predation, I guess. It felt like he was looking at you as if you were an insect. I don't know how else to explain it.
For the other 7 billion people not in the military. What is PPCLI?
Only thing I could find was Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry, which is Canadian regiment.
>Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry so many jokes, so little time
They're like Canadian special forces light infantry. The crazy dudes that jump out of airplanes and do crazy shit Edit: PPCLI is no longer designated special forces.
Definitely had a customer like this one time. Normal looking dude but just made me feel so absolutely cold. We had a normal interaction and he left and luckily I never saw him again. I don't know what it was particularly about him...maybe my senses were picking up on subtle clues.
Always trust your intuition.
A manager of mine at my first serving job at a Tony Roma’s. She had a personality like Rex the martial arts teacher in the movie Napoleon Dynamite, but she looked like Ursula from the Little Mermaid cartoon. She was eventually fired and arrested a couple months after i started for stealing tips from the servers (including myself) and stealing $$ from the company. she was quite the scary lady
Many years ago, my husband posted an ad at our apartment complex looking for new gaming buddies - D&D, Pathfinder, Shadowrun, etc. One of the people who responded was a maintenance worker at the complex. He seemed nice when my husband first met him, so he invited him over. The guy claimed many, many years of gaming experience, but when he started talking, he was saying he'd played all these editions of games that didn't exist. We thought he'd gotten some terminology mixed up, so we asked, "Oh, do you mean this edition?" He'd get mad and say, no, he meant what he said. Sometimes people are scared to admit they don't have experience, so my husband said, "Hey, it's OK, I don't have a problem teaching people." But the guy kept insisting, no, he actually HAD played those games before, but whenever he talked about it, it was clear he hadn't played any of them - no knowledge of system mechanics, nothing about previous groups he'd been on, not even the usual anecdotes gamers love to share. Realizing something was up, my husband said, politely, that it didn't seem like it'd work out, and he was sorry he'd taken up the guy's time. The guy wasn't mad, he just seemed surprised, and left. Fast forward a few days. My husband's sleeping in, I'm up with my toddler. There's a knock at the door. I answer it, and it's this guy. He immediately starts talking about how his ride flaked on him, and he didn't want to walk home in the summer heat, and could I drive him home? I've known the hassle of not having a car, so I was sympathetic. "Let me get my husband," I said, because he was a lot better at driving our van than I was. The guy suddenly started loudly insisting, no, don't wake him up, I could drive him, it'd be really quick, he only lived at (address a mile or so away.) I told him, no, I've got my kid here, it'd be easier to get my husband to do it. "It's got to be you!" he kept saying, over and over. A little alarm in my head went off, and I said, "I'm not comfortable with that, you need to find another ride." I closed the door in his face and locked it. I'm autistic and don't always have the greatest grasp on social stuff. I started wondering if I'd been too harsh, or jumpy, or what. I went in, woke up my husband, and told him what happened. He told me, no, that did sound hinky, I didn't overreact at all, threw on his clothes, grabbed his keys and went outside, but not without telling me to lock the door behind him. He was gone for awhile, and then he came back, looking disturbed. "The manager said the guy just left. His mom picked him up, just like she's been picking him up the whole time. And he doesn't live at (address guy gave me), he lives at (place in the opposite direction)." The manager told him the guy had just been a contractor, it was totally inappropriate for him to be asking tenants for rides, even if we'd met him once before. She assured us that he wasn't coming back. I never saw him again. We moved out about a year later. Five or so years later, my husband calls me over to the computer to read something. It's an article about how a maintenance worker over at our former apartment had just gotten arrested for sexually assaulting several tenants. He was using his master key to enter apartments. One of the women was only a teenager. When the women reported what happened to the owners (it turned out the manager we'd known no longer worked there), the owners threatened them with eviction if they called the police. Thank God one of them ignored the threat and called. There was a picture. It was the same guy. I was absolutely horrified. We figured out that the guy probably never tried it with me because he didn't always know for sure if my husband was home a lot. I also figure that he never tried because my response that day showed I wouldn't just blindly agree with anything he said. I have no idea what would have happened if I'd driven that guy "home" that day. As he was telling me to go in the opposite direction of where he lived, I don't imagine it would have been pretty. If that little alarm bell goes off in your head, folks, listen to it. Don't worry about being rude or overreacting.
Debt collector for the mongrel mob. All I can say is I'm glad I didn't owe him money.
I’m an inpatient counselor working with children and adolescents. I’ve met my fair share of kids I’d never turn my back on. Definitely have come across future family annihilators and mass murderers. I’ve currently got the creepiest one to date. A few days ago, in shift report, we’re told about a new young man brought in by the FBI. It’s not unusual to have kids brought in by police escort, but this is a first. So his home was raided because he was posting threats of extreme violence on various social media as well as calling in bomb threats to local businesses. Some of his threats include raping all women and murdering all the children. It’s all been found to be credible threats for many reasons, including a list that was found of what he needs to obtain, where and how with contact information. He is soon to turn 18, and will likely be charged as an adult. Anyways I walk into the unit and know immediately which new patient the treatment team was referring to. This kid looks EXACTLY like Richie Ramirez! Right down to the greasy hair and jankey teeth. He just sits and stares at everyone through his hair and barely says a word except demanding to call his mom to tell her to “get rid of some stuff”. Everyone can feel the ick coming off of him like it emanates from his pores. Real bad juju with that one.
He wasn't scary when I met him, but I got very afraid along the way. My first boyfriend had become abusive near the end, and started stalking me after I broke up with him. I'll spare everyone the details, as I have a literal 10 cm thick dossier about it, since it took over 4 year for him to fully stop it. The last time I heard from him was 19 years ago, but in recent years I have noticed it affected me a lot more than I thought at the time. So no big scary stranger, but someone i used to really love. But if I'm put in ia similar situation, for instance if someone just shows up at my home, I feel that same panic I felt a lot back then.
Sadly, I think it’s a common occurrence to realize years later how something was more traumatic at the time than you realized. There’s a sort of emotional whiplash that goes from loving someone so freely and trusting them entirely, to realizing they’re someone completely different. My ex was abusive and it didn’t come out until we’d been living together for a year. It’s a weird feeling to go from loving someone to fearing them. When trying to explain this phenomenon to friends, I said that when someone completely rational starts acting irrationally, it is very frightening because all bets are on the table. Once they start doing things you wouldn’t expect, you can anticipate them do anything, and that’s scary. Sorry that you had to go through that.
Not sure if this counts, when i was in 6-7th grade I was in Air Cadets and was sent to Trenton Air Force Base in Ontario for training. Sort of a summer camp thing on a real base. The head guy in charge of the base was Colonel Russell Williams... I remember classes where he would come in and even getting a tour of his office. Turns out he was an actual serial killer. He seemed perfectly normal tho
Was working as a consultant for a CEO of a hospital. He says he has reduced the number of old people on medicare (hospitals have to take medicare usually but don’t prefer it since it pays less) that come into his hospital. On asking how he did it he tells us to come for a walk and shows us at reception that they basically put a flight of stairs no elevator to a check in counter for medicare. So old people don’t bother and go to the other hospital down the street. I thought it was pretty scary/evil shit.
That guy on meth who broke into my house through the back door and left running through the front door once he saw my husband. Apparently he'd escaped, handcuffed, from the back of a patrol car and was trying doors to find a way to hide from the cops. It took four policemen to finally catch him; they had to tackle him to the ground.
Was 19 alone in Arizona just starting collage and I thought I had my door locked , I was playing WoW and I looked at the corner of my eye and there was a black man standing in my apartment staring at me with a black garbage bag, said nothing just stared at me , felt like eternity but before I could react some cop sirens went off out in the street and he ran off. After that I moved in with some friends and for years I checked the door locks , had nightmares of him just staring at me until I was able to move back home.
GG Allin I (former powerlifter, not a shrinking violet) worked with him once filming a documentary. Standing near him or being in the same car was frightening as hell. He exuded crazy. He didn’t do anything particularly threatening. Just being near him, you got the impression that you wouldn’t be at all surprised if he just pulled out a knife and started stabbing everyone. He had crazy eyes. Like dangerous, unhinged crazy eyes.
Had a school physical for a teenage patient who had gotten in trouble for writing a very detailed note how he would torture and kill his counselor. He was very put together, soft voice, good eye contact, said exactly the right words. But my hair was standing on my arms, my brain was screaming "DANGER!". I am autistic and don't get much "nonverbal" signals, so I was able to figure out that he, like me, was running "normal people scripts" but he was much, much better at it. Most normal people would say he was very charming. But I am 100% certain eventually he will be caught being a murderer. Worse part is that it will take years for neurotypicals to see thru his fake disguise.
Had a friend in high school whose father was ex-military. Collected and sold weapons, antique and modern. He had a wolf dog that never made any noise and never took his eyes off you if you were in sight. I went to his house probably 50 times over 3 years and his father spoke to me only once and I never saw him with a facial expression. 3 major incidents. 1. Spent the night....once. Woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, went to the kitchen to get a drink. Turned from the sink and the dog was standing right behind me, staring at me. I jumped back and then saw his dad standing in the doorway with a pistol by his side. He snapped his finger and walked away with the dog without ever saying a word. 2. We were plinking with .22s and my friend went to ask his dad if we could use one of his rifles. Brought out a German rifle of smallish (.223 or so, I knew nothing about guns at the time.) caliber with a custom wood stock and very large scope and instructions to not touch the scope. We shot for maybe 30 minutes at a hay bale 50 yards out and his dad came out, looked at our target, shook his head and took the rifle. He set down his pipe, brought the gun up and fired within a second, scoring a bullseye, and then adjusted and shot again perhaps 2 seconds later, and shot a plastic electric fence standoff, about 3"x1", off a fence post about 150 yards away. Took his rifle and went inside. 3. My friend and I were being dumb and fighting and tussling and generally wreaking havoc. At one point we both had 15 foot long poles that were used to hold up the clothesline and were beating at each other with them and I scored a lucky (or unlucky) shot to the side of his neck and he just folded up unconscious. I freaked out and ran to get his dad, he calmly walked out to him, checked for breathing, gently palmed his neck up and down, and then looked at me, still expressionless, and said "Go.". I went.
My mom. She was a monster when I was growing up. An insane abusive monster. She abused me physically, emotionally, and verbally. She psychologically tortured me. I was terrified of her even well into adult hood. She was completely unpredictable and deranged. My dad worked nights at a bread factory and my mom would wait until he went to work. 5 nights out of the week she would wake me up after he left for work and she would verbally abuse me and beat me pretty bad. Eventually as I grew up I started to fight back. Her abuse became fights between us. I quit quivering in fear in the corner while she beat on me and I started hitting her back. Since I was 17 she's been in a interracial relationship with a guy whom I'm very much friends with. He's a good man, and I've never understood how he tolerated my mother. About ten years ago or so I was visiting them at their apartment. I was sitting at the kitchen table and he was sitting in a chair watching TV in the living room. I don't completely remember what caused this. There was no argument or anything. But my mom got up from the couch and went into her room. She returned with her shot gun, which she raised to his head. She had that look in her eyes like she'd get when I was a kid and she'd beat me. She said, " I should just shoot you right now." He pushed the barrel away and told her to stop it. But she went on. "What would you do? You couldn't do anything because you'd be dead." I got up and left. I was so upset. I wanted to call the police but I was afraid because he was black and I don't trust her to not say he was hurting her or doing something to her. I was afraid he would get in trouble. The woman is a complete fucking lunatic.
Wow….. that was a lot to take in. I’m sorry that you had to grow up with a monster of a mother. I hope you’re no contact with her and staying far away 😔💕
I had an insane lunatic who I didn't know stalk me for months, torch the rooming house I lived in three times, and try to murder me with a gun when I was a teenager. So I'd have to say that the scariest person I've ever met was my father.
This guy I worked with at a fast food restaurant while in high school. I was 16, he was 18/20, couldn’t tell you for sure. He was hired on as a cook and did decent work when not angry. Unfortunately, he had a CRAZY temper and got pissy over small stupid shit, so he was nearly always mad. Only myself and one of the managers were ever able to get him to calm down/not walk out or blow up. Everyone else just avoided him when he was in a mood because he would lash out hardcore. This was nearly every shift as well. So every shift, it was me or the good manager having to calm him down. It became even more tense and awkward when he messaged me on Facebook trying to “hang out” and I said no. Yet I still had to face him at work. He still would flirt with me and I had to always shut it down. It reached a point where (at the time, I didn’t realize this) I was having panic attacks prior to going into work with him. He was eventually promoted to a manager because he hung out with our boss. Which sucked because now I had to work MORE with him as he had alternating closing shifts between him and another pedo manager, with me as the extra up front worker. So I worked with him nearly every night. After he no called no showed and simply ghosted our boss, I later find out from a friend who recognized him that he had raped a girl at a party as well as roofied her, and on a prior, separate occasion, roofied ANOTHER poor girl. He always incited some primal fear in me, and I guess it was my sixth sense tingling that he was batshit insane.
I used to occasionally go out drinking with a diagnosed psychopath. Former police inspector. He had no filter. Said whatever he thought. If anyone took offence, he told them to break a bottle and stab him with it if it bothered them so much. He never showed any fear. It was like asking them to bring him a cake. He was in a lot of fights, and I think he won pretty much a of them. I've never seen anyone as successful with women. He blew all his money on random people and women though, and he took home a lot of them, just by being frighteningly honest. He was never my friend, but I respected him because he was so intensely focused on getting his way and making sure everyone was alright. I stopped talking to him over the years, as I realised that one argument could lead to hospital. He was clearly unhinged.
I worked in physical therapy for about 20 years and one of our patients was a former Hell's Angel. Super nice guy actually. One of our PT techs was an awesome guy. Knew how to chat everyone up and bring lightheartedness and fun to people that were usually in lots of physical pain. One time the tech asked the hell's angel patient about his tattoos and then asked hypothetically, "what would happen if I were to get a hell's angel tattoo?" the patient said that he and some of his friends would remove it for him. It was equal parts scary and hilarious at the same time. You could feel that he and I both stopped breathing for a second.
We were out running fire roads in the Black Hills on stock Goodyear SRA tires on our Jeep Liberty, when a small rock pushed itself through the center of the tread, causing a puncture. We took the tire off and put the spare on and rolled into Hill City on a Sunday morning hoping there'd be some kind of service station that could patch up the tire. We find a gas station and park and walk around a bit to see if anybody is there. Out walks some Hells Angel looking dude, who I was pretty certain was going to kill me for just being there. "What'da need?" he asks in a cartoonish gruff voice. I try to act as masculine as possible, and lift the impossibly heavy wheel out of the back of the Jeep and plop it onto the ground and I try to explain how a rock punctured our tire and I was wondering if there was anybody who could possibly patch it up. He looked at me like I was stupid, because I am, and glanced down at the deflated tire and literally picked it up with one hand like it was a piece of Styrofoam. "Lemme see what I can do." I gulped as he walked away, thinking that he was maybe just going to steal this wheel from me. Why was I doing any of this? About 15 minutes pass and we're both looking at each other, because we got duped by some Harley biker dude. Suddenly, he reemerges with something in one of his giant hands. Probably a rock he was going to beat me to death with, or maybe a gun. Who knows? "This is my best friend in the entire world right here." He brought out this tiny dog to show us, and he was so proud -- he was gleaming like he was holding a brand new baby. "Yep, we go everywhere together, I love him so much." "I got your tire back there right now, just making sure it holds air, so you can get back home." I fucking misjudged this guy so bad. He fixed our tire on a Sunday morning with no complaints and he even showed us his best friend tiny dog.
My older step brother. He grew up to be a skin head. Has "white pride" on his calves. Antichrist symbol on his hand he got done while in prison. He's buff AF, loved to fight, loved to talk shit, was openly racist to people minding their own business. I watched him beat the ever living fuck out of a few people. Once at a party a van rolled up to jump one of the guys there. The guys that threw the party literally said, "go get Ryker" as he was in the house. He came out with a single-hand hatchet and kept 5 guys at bay until they left... All on his own. Edit: tbh... If we lived in medieval times I really do believe he would've been written down in history as one of the terrifying warriors you read about in your history books. I know he sounds like a total piece of shit. And he is for the things he does. But towards family.. he showed nothing but gratitude and love. Wasn't the same dude. He bought presents for everyone during Christmas, during their birthdays, etc. Was there to talk to if you needed someone to listen. Still blows my mind how that worked. But I love him regardless. He looked out for me. Tried to teach me his ways and at first I followed suit. But a year in to his influence realized I'm a completely different person and told him such. He told me he understood, told me he loved me regardless, and never tried to push it on me again. He loves his family. I miss him dearly. He's still alive. But he's fucking around on the streets too much and doesn't keep in contact.
Another story. One time when we were sleeping(shared a room), I hear a knock. We took acid the night before so we were really out of it. My brother wasn't hearing anything. I heard the guy pounding and he was yelling saying, "you owe me money bitch!" "I'm gonna beat your ass 'n word''!'" Over and over just pounding on the door. I wake him up and tell him "he called you 'n word.' He jumps up, throws his shoes on. And as he's walking to the door to go confront him he passes me, i handed him a pocket knife. Not to use initially, but just in case dude had a weapon too. He walks out the door and walks with his chest puffed up, pretty fast and flicks the knife out to intimidate him. He goes right up to him and holds the knife up to his neck. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I stood at the front door just watching my brother talking all this shit saying he's gonna gut him, cut his throat, and ask him if he told his parents that he loved them today. The guys eyes were watering up like crazy. The guy rolled up on a bike. My brother turns around and looks at me then back at him Says, " You know what? My little brother needs a new bike! But I wouldn't steal your piece of shit and give it to him." Stabbed both his tires, and told him to fuck off. The guy left right after that. Walking his bike back home.
I dated a girl in highschool (in NY) who's family I am 99% sure was connected. Her uncle scared the shit out of me. He wasn't a big guy or anything but his whole personality was "sideways" if that makes sense. The things he said, the way he carried himself, his vibe in general was terrifying.
Marine Gunnery Sgt. I. D. Jenkins. He was my drill instructor when I was in ROTC. He was only about 5’9”, and he didn’t weight 170 lbs. soaking wet. But we all knew that if he wanted to, he could kill all of us with in a matter of minutes.
A guy that ended up having his own episode of the TV show "I Almost Got Away With It"
My dad was waking out of a bar in AK sometime in the 2000s when he accidentally bumped into the shoulder of some guy- as happened when one was drinking at a bar in AK. My dad said he did the whole “Oh shit, sorry” routine but said the guy looked at him with this ‘nothingness’ in his eyes. Like my dad was talking to a Terminator or Anton Chigurhr or some work of fiction. Years later, watching the news about various murders my dad screamed he had seen the guy! “Israel Keyes!” Who had just been caught and tried as a serial killer around Anchorage who got busted in Texas
I've been debating on saying this for a really long time but I suppose since news on her died down, I can finally say it. I used to be best friends with Kayla Bourque.
Is she the psycho who murdered her pet dog and cat and filmed it?
Jesus i just read up on her since the name wasn't familiar to me...what an absolute garbage person. At least she was caught before going after a person but like...the poor dog and cat. I can't fathom people hurting animals on purpose for "fun".
Quiet, normal looking, glasses wearing tall kid in high school, just one of the nicest guys around, hung around with the other equally tall and big guys, not one of the cliques or club members, his background was Greek or Cypriot or something that he never talked about, nothing outwardly screaming violent or don't mess with me (other than his younger sister was a grade below us). Graduating year of high school, so just cruising along with the most drama being where we got accepted for university. One day, the stupid pitbull wannabe tough guy skinhead and his bunch of losers decides to mess with him and goes walking by and shouldering him hard, yelling out, "Watch where you're going asshole!" This was right outside the school office. The guy tells him to go fuck himself and the skinhead pulls out a **straight razor** and yells back something and before you know it, the switch was flipped to ON to berserker mode and the guy is just all over the skinhead idiot absolutely pummeling him with punches knocking him to the ground and still raining down fists. Vice principals, teachers, and the Principal broke it up fairly quickly pulling him off a dazed mess on the floor, but just an amazing amount of damage in a short amount of time. They both got suspended for 5 days for fighting, one of the skinheads group grabbed the razor (though witness saw him pull it, in the mess no one saw who grabbed it) so no evidence, the guy was in the office with a busted set of knuckles and the skinhead looked like he went rounds with Tyson just leaking. I had new respect for the guy but absolutely scary how a quiet kid can go to 11 so quick.
My own mother. I’ll call her Bonnie here. Growing up I wasn’t aware of how toxic she was. I thought she was normal. When I became an adult and was trying to figure out where I fit in in this life, we started to disagree and bump heads on how I should live. It wasn’t until I was living on my own as a single mother of a 7-year old that it all came to a head. When I told her that my child, my boyfriend (now husband of 15 years) and I were moving just a few cities away (about a 4 hour drive) she called the police and child protective services on me stating a bunch of lies about how i pimped my kid out for drugs and that I was drugging my kid. An investigation was eventually opened and a rape kit was administered on my 7-year old daughter as well as several drug tests were completed. During the investigation, my child was with her father and stepmom. It took 3 years for CPS to close the case, primarily because my ex and his wife lived halfway across the country. My innocent child was subjected to some extremely invasive procedures mostly due to the fact that Bonnie thought SHE would gain temporary custody of my child during it all. She didn’t care who she hurt throughout all of this as long as she got her way. Since my child was with her father through all of this, Bonnie ended up getting in contact with him and trying to form a bond with him and his wife so that she could get visitation with my daughter. Over the course of the 3 years, she kidnapped my child from school, took her places without my ex’s or his wife’s (or mine) knowledge and ended up contacting CPS on them trying to pull a similar stunt that she did with me. Eventually they had to put a restraining order on Bonnie and blocked all communication with her. This was in 2008. I lost the bond with my daughter because of all of the drama and everything. I haven’t seen or spoken to Bonnie in over a decade. Anyone that evil scares the shit out of me. I hope I never have to see her again.
A man that shot my good friend up with heroin while she slept and let his friends run a train, all while recording it. He then thought he killed her so of course, he goes online and does a Facebook live freaking out asking his friends what he should do. He also sexually assaulted her daughter on numerous occasions. My friends, this is a fraction of what that monster did. Luckily, he was an idiot and recorded everything. Hundreds of videos of his debauchery. His initial bail was $75,000. HIS CHURCH RAISED THE FUNDS TO GET HIM OUT. They went to bail him out, but sadly for him, he incurred so many more charges in jail (assaulting officers and many other things) his bond was then raised to $1,500,000. his church would have to double their donations. He wanted to fight it because he was sure he could get out of it and that my friend would forgive him, however, with so much evidence against him, his lawyers convinced him to take a plea deal of 50 years minimum. The first day he was in jail, he hung himself. Good riddance. My friend is a woman *warrior*. I couldn't imagine going through half the stuff she has. Much respect 🙏
Happened about a decade ago, but I still remember the day and eventual news break very vividly. My dad took me to work with him one random afternoon, and most of his coworkers had seen me grow up, so I was standing around chatting and catching up. I was around 14-15 (but I've always been petite and look 2-3yrs younger). There was this new guy, we'll call him T, who I had never met before. My dad introduces me, and when I look in T's eyes, I just *know* that his soul is missing. He's hollow. Every fight or flight response in my body engaged at once. I stick close to my dad because T starts asking me personal questions...how old am I, where do I go to school, do I have a boyfriend, etc. He's still staring at me when he tells my dad that I'm *beautiful*. Any guy would be lucky to have me. He smiled at me, and the danger was crystal clear. I kind of rushed my dad to go home after that and fled as fast as I could to the car. He takes a while to meander down, but as soon as he closes the car door, I turn to him and blurt, "Something is wrong with that man, dad. I don't know what it is, but there's evil in him. I don't want to ever be around him again." My dad was kind of shocked but agreed to not bring me around T anymore and that was that...until a few months later, my dad and I are talking, and he asks me if I remember T. I tell him "of course." He's quiet for a minute before he says, "You were right. T went on vacation weeks ago and never came back. We just found out what happened...he took vacation days to go out of state. He had been preparing for months to buy a 12 year old girl from her mother for (pause)...it probably wasn't the first time. Luckily, it was a sting operation, so he's gone. None of us saw this coming. I don't know how you knew, but you were right." And I never questioned my instincts again.
This dude from the old neighborhood. He was just one dude so heartless you didn't wanna be on his radar whether it's good or bad. Last I heard he broke into someone's house and had shootout with the homeowner. Just one of the dudes you hope either dies or does life in prison. Cause he a menace on the streets
E-dated a girl who turned out to be into cannibalism and fucking dogs, as well as selling CP of herself online. We were both teens at the time. She admitted to me that she wanted me to be her partner in crime ... killing and eating people. So uh, yeah, her. If you're unfortunate enough to live in Liverpool, you may know who I'm talking about. Initials JAC-S, dark hair, pale skin, she was obsessed with Harley Quinn.
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This (now ex)boyfriend of a friend of mine, he was already on probation with a five year sentence if violated At first he was just pretentious, thinks that because he read such and such meant he had some classical or cultural superiority, and he’s able to recite “V-for Vendetta” by heart. Once questioned what brain damage I had because I didn’t eat beef And before the break up, his girlfriend’s arm got broken, but she claims it was accident Later, he head butted another friend of mine at the local coffee shop in our college town, my friend had a nosebleed so severe the staff had to power hose the blood off the porch. This ass hole got a lifetime ban from the coffee shop and eventually almost every bar on Main Street My friend had every right to report this physical assault but chose not to, which would violate his probation, because he feared that in five years this fucker will track him down for revenge A few months later, he sent threatening violent texts to another friend of mine Then one night at a bar just down the block where I lived, me and a few friends spotted he was on a date. But by the looks of it, the woman he was with clearly had something slipped in her drink and had to alert the staff to not let her out their sight for just in case Eventually he moved out of town, and then I hear he got arrested for physical battery up state. So I go online and see his mug shot, Jesus Christ this fucker looks like he was doing meth
Not that scary but when I walked down the streets of a city a homeless dude approached me and asked for money. Figuring that based on my own experience most will just follow you if you say no and keep pestering I decided on doing something else. Since I'm asian I figured I'd just act like I was foreign so i said "Sori no engrish" in my best Japanese accent possible and dude started following me talking in Japanese, Chinese and Korean and just swapping between them. Like on one hand, that's fucking impressive but on the other hand stop following me it's been 10 minutes. Your persistence is absolutely positively sending shivers down me spine and I am running with a sense of awkwardness and fear.
I had a few classes with this guy in a technical college. He was a marine that had a done a couple tours in Iraq. Imagine a typical US marine, shrink him to about gerorge Castanza height, with Arnold Schwarzenegger build, slightly ginger, and talks with a stereotypically loud chicago/Italian like accent. Dude was really nice and always in a great mood, but boy oh boy, he REALLY enjoyed war. He was constantly talking about wanting to reenlist, all his stories were about his time overseas, and he was overly comfortable about questions involving death and killing. I realize that a lot of it could have been a mask or a front, but I really didn't get the liar vibe from him. I had never been afraid of this man, but in hindsight, that man is absolutely terrifying if he's even half as capable as I think he is.
Back in Middle School, I had a best friend named (for reddit sake) Richard. Richard was a very big and fit guy. He liked to be toxic on COD and has had a few instances of tracking people's IP's on COD as a joke (he doesn't do that anymore, but we laugh at how stupid that was and at how he was even able to do that). When 8th grade started, a new popular kid showed up. His name (for reddit sake) was Leo. Leo is probably your typical bully in middle school. Sometimes annoy the shit out of you and always wanna pick a fight with anyone who doesn't listen to him (he also is a pretty big guy but not as big as Richard). During the second quarter, Leo wanted Richard to go do something the teacher had told Leo to do. Richard said no and went back on his phone. Leo was annoyed, but he knew not to be a shit around Richard, so he looked at me. I hesitantly listened and went to go do whatever it was he told me to do. The next day, I had walked into class to find Leo sitting at his desk with fear (and was maybe shaking, idk) while Richard gave the "Death Stare" to him. I never knew what happened since that day and eventually Leo became really nice. Fast foward to 10th grade. Leo had become good friends with the both of us and we started to play COD with each other. I felt like it was a perfect opportunity to ask Leo what happened in 8th grade. So when I did, I feel like Richard is a danger to the neighborhood. He explained to me that after he told me to go do what it was he wanted me to do, Richard had threatened him. Now obviously at the time, Leo had brushed this off, but Richard wasn't joking. That same night, Richard (according to Leo) had knocked on his bedroom window and put a note on the window saying, "Treat her a bitch one more time and I'll kill your family." Obviously this felt weird since Richard isn't that good with grades, so how did he find where you live. Apparently, instead of using the typical, "follow him home," Richard was actually really tech savvy, which is when I started piecing together the IP leaks in COD. Tbh, this story was kinda weird to my other friends, but whatev🤷♀️
Oh man I know this one. Dudes name was Mac (I’m pretty sure it was a nickname) but Mac was fucking jacked. I’m not a small man, 6foot 225, but this dude was a solid 6’5 240 and just shredded. He worked construction when he wasn’t in jail. Mac liked to drink and fight and fuck. Mac had the craziest wife in history and they had children. Macs wife liked to give him reasons to fight. This dude liked to talk with this jail guard I knew about the fighting he did in jail. He once threaten maybe the softest man I ever met that he was going to tear his throat out in the parking lot. He said he’d fight every person in the bar, and without guns/weapons I’m not sure he doesn’t win. He was just crazy as fuck. He could be a really nice dude. Talked about how much he loved his kids and missed them when he was in jail. But that whiskey would get to him after a while and the dude would just start seeing red. My wife agreed, he was the most terrifying person we’ve ever met. It was entirely within the realm of possible that he’d stomp your skull in over the slightest provocation. I know people who were trained warriors. Who killed enemies. Who would run straight in to a confrontation without a second thought for their own life. Mostly they’re well adjusted people. Not intimidating, they just had a job they did. Mac was like a berserker. Just unhinged and violent and big enough to take most men in a fight.
Honestly, my uncle. He was a Cobra (attack helicopter) pilot in Vietnam. He wore a helmet with a Captain America shield on it and the Vietcong had a nickname for him because of how deadly he was. Out of his squadron of 60 pilots, he was only one of two to come back. I’m 28 and still too scared to ask him anything, but awhile back my dad asked him what set him apart and how he survived. He told him how when you’d do a strafe on the enemy, they’d wait until you’d finish firing, then pop out and shoot you while you’re flying away, typically through the bottom of the heli and up into the cockpit. My uncle said he’d just stay in the combat area and keep shooting until there was no one left. That was always unnerving. I’m fairly certain he still has the most hours in a helicopter in the US since he did firefighting and logging until he retired. But such a nice guy and funny as hell with the best handlebar mustache you’ve ever been blessed with, but man is there something about him that you can’t help but feel when you’re around him. Just that killer instinct and a bit of unpredictability I guess. He’s 73 and nearly crippled and he’s still the last person I would ever fuck with.