Horrifying True Stories From Reddit

Hey what's up guys and welcome back to the channel and today we're getting into some horrifying true stories from Reddit and you heard that right some true stories from Reddit. 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blast that particular summer we gathered with our friends at the local movie theater almost every weekend there was one just down the street from our apartment that had really cheap movie tickets a night out that was under $10 was certainly within our budget anyway one Thursday night I received a call from this group of friends inviting us to watch the midnight premiere of the newest Batman movie I had just finished working a 12 hour shift and was pretty tired I almost refused the invitation and thought of crashing in my apartment instead however I didn't want to miss out on the fun and it was a movie I'd wanted to see for a while anyway certainly it wouldn't do any harm to stay up later than usual and miss a few hours of sleep right at 10 30 pm we met at the theater we passed large cardboard cutouts of catwoman and Batman as we walked inside greeted by the smell of buttery popcorn in the chatter of excited moviegoers the ticket booth was to the right of the entrance and just above that was an electronic list of movies being played the 12 am showing of the dark night rises was displayed up there in bright red letters being paranoid that the tickets would sell out quickly one of my friends swung by earlier that day and purchased tickets for all of us we bypassed the ticket line and went straight to the ticket taker she smiled at us and kindly directed us to theater 9 which was on the right side of the lobby if only I had known what I do now that among the crowds a killer was lurking that as I walked across that tacky red and purple carpet towards theater 9 I could have been walking to my death I think about it often now what I would have done had I known pulled the fire alarm called the police screamed for people to run away but of course I had no way of knowing what was about to happen oblivious to the peril I was putting myself in I pushed open the doors for theater 9 without giving it a second thought the hallway in this theater was shaped like a you and you could go either right or left theater 9 was the largest screening room in the building perfect for accommodating the crowds that midnight premieres brought in the screen was motionless and gray not even the previews had started yet because there was still a good hour and a half to go until the movie actually started we entered on the right side so all of the seats were to our left I remember being surprised at just how packed the theater already was just about every seat was filled much to our dismay at first it seemed like we wouldn't find a spot to sit together now the way this theater was set up there was a section of seats right in front of the screen this area was flat and there were about five rows of seating in this section a lot of seats in that section were empty but sitting right in the front of the movie screen sucks and none of us wanted to sit there one of my friends then spotted a row with five empty seats all next to each other perfect for that amount of people we had these seats were about three to four rows up from where the seating rows started to elevate we ran up the stairs before someone could take the seats and filled in my husband brock sat in the fifth seat I sat next to him and my friend Samantha sat next to me on my right side her boyfriend Tommy sat next to her and another friend named Leo sat in the aisle seat we spent the next several minutes casually chatting joking around and laughing after a while my three friends went to the lobby to buy drinks and that addicting movie theater popcorn while they were gone rock and I passed the time by people watching the theater was bright since the lights weren't dimmed in yet and I could see everyone clearly there were a lot of people dressed in Batman t-shirts and hoodies one person even had a mask and one of those shirts with an attached cape there were a lot of kids in attendance as well which wasn't surprising because even though it was a Thursday night it was summer vacations that meant no school the next day of all the people I saw the person I will never forget was the little girl sitting in our same row a few chairs away she was really cute lawn with blue eyes and passed several times on her way to the lobby each time coming back with various snacks and popcorn overall people seemed very excited to see the movie and the room was filled with energy and laughter after what seemed like an eternity of waiting the lights started to dim in the previews began just like every movie I've seen before a quick animation flashed across the screen reminding us to get refreshments from the lobby we were already devouring that popcorn like ravenous animals to silence our cell phones and to make sure we know where the emergency exits are the animation had this ugly CGI cat in a tuxedo that was sitting in a movie theater I casually glanced at the bright green emergency exit signs that were on the left and right side of the movie screen I didn't think much of the reminder like usual after that I only remember one preview for the man of steel the others I'm not sure what they were about when the movie started the theater erupted into cheering and clapping the title of the movie the dark night rises exploded onto the screen this was followed by the scene where bane is hijacking a plane I thought this scene was pretty cool and it caught my interest right away only when the movie started to get a little less interesting did I remember just how tired I was I decided I would close my eyes at the most boring parts to get a little bit of rest I had been awake for 20 hours at that point so I was rightfully sleepy my eyes were closed for most of the duration of Batman and Catwoman's encounter I don't really remember what I was going on in that part of the movie perhaps some of you have seen it and know what I'm talking about anyway when I opened my eyes again Bruce Wayne was on his computer digging up information on catwoman this is the last scene I saw I never got to watch the rest of the movie all of a sudden a loud bang erupted from the left side of the theater I sort of screamed a little because it startled me a strange smell started to fill the auditorium it was like the smell of a firework so I thought it was a cherry bomb or something similar. Had someone thrown fireworks into the crowd as a prank? Then, down near the right side of the movie screen, the dark silhouette of a person caught my attention. They were just a black frame against the bright movie screen. A series of flashing lights was coming from this person. It was a weird moment where time literally slowed down and everything went strangely quiet. I was completely frozen, unable to move and really unable to think at all. It was like my brain had stopped working entirely. Brock caught on immediately to what was happening and he grabbed me. He pulled me to the ground and laid on top of me, shielding me with his own body. At this point, and sound returned to me, I could hear the gunshots ringing out across the theater. People were screaming. The movie was still playing on top of it all. Creating a chaotic explosion of sound. I realized the flashing lights I had seen were bullets flying out of a gun barrel. An instant sensation of adrenaline flooded my body. There was absolutely nothing I could do except lay there and hope to God that the bullets I heard ripping through seats and walls wouldn't go through me too. At one point, trappinol hit me in my head, cutting off a good chunk of my hair. And as I reached for the spot to make sure it wasn't bleeding, hot pieces of metal fell into my hand. I was lying face up so I could see everything that was happening. The lights from a still playing movie danced across the ceiling and walls. My friends were on the floor with me. Our unfinished bucket of popcorn was spilled all across the floor. Leo had his legs sticking out into the aisle because there wasn't enough room for him to hide completely behind the seats. At some point, Samantha's water bottle, which had been in the cup holder between our seats exploded. Water splashed all over my face. The smell of gun smoke was overwhelming. Riot grade tear gas made me cry and caused me to cough uncontrollably. There was another smell too. The horrible metallic smell of blood that I will never forget. I remember my lower body feeling wet all of a sudden. For some reason I thought this came from the leaking water bottle, but I soon realized this wasn't the case. All of a sudden things went out strange to the quiet. The bullets had stopped for some reason. Tommy shouted, "Let's get out of here." We took advantage of this opportunity and made a run for it. We ran down the stairs across the front of the screen towards a bright green exit sign. We crammed into a small closet like space where the door was. It was so dark we had a hard time finding it. We were screaming and slamming on the walls to find the door, blinded by the tear gas and dumbfounded by shock. Then finally, my hands felt the metal door handle and I pushed against it with all of my strength. The door flew open and the light of a nearby street light flooded our eyes. We pushed against the door so hard that we all fell over onto the concrete. Samantha lost her pink flip flops just outside this doorway. As I scrambled to my feet and literally ran for my life, I realized my legs were red. Absolutely soaked with blood. It was like I dipped my legs into a bathtub full of it. I checked my body all over and realized I wasn't injured at all. Where had this blood come from? I looked behind me and realized that the blood was my husband's. He had been shot in the leg. A massive gaping hole had ripped through the lower half of Brock's right leg. His foot was barely hanging on and dangled lifelessly. Leo and a young man I didn't recognize were carrying Brock because after falling outside the door, he lost all his strength and he couldn't walk. I was completely shocked. I had no idea he had been injured, especially since he was right behind me the whole time and managed to escape the theater all by himself. How he did it on one foot I will never know. At this point I screamed. My scream was so loud that it alerted nearby construction workers. At the back of the theater, there was a narrow parking lot, followed by grassy lawn and then the street beyond that. The construction workers were doing road repair on the street, but as soon as they heard my scream and saw us running, they stopped working and watched what was going on. I'm not sure why this is such a vivid part of my memory. Anyway, they carried Brock along the back sidewalk all the way to the end, where the corner of the building is. This was quite a distance. Several dozen feet. My husband then collapsed from exhaustion and pain, saying he couldn't move anymore. He lay down in a puddle of blood started to form beneath him. I looked back and realized we had left a trail of blood leading from the door all the way to our current position. I was trembling. I knelt beside Brock and glanced around to see who else was injured. Tommy had been shot in the knee in the hip and was further away in the parking lot. The teenager who helped my husband was also injured. His dad and mom were with him. His mom was sitting against the wall and looked like she was going to pass out. She was bleeding from several places. That family escaped at the same time we did. I guess they heard the bullets stop and decided to make a run for it too. We were all lucky because the shooting was still going on inside. I had to take off my shirt and use it to stop the bleeding. I'll never forget how lifeless and limp his leg felt. And I imagined that that's what a dead body must feel like. I got blood all over my hands and arms. The police showed up really really fast. I'd say we're only outside for a minute or two before the red and blue sirens filled the night and rushed to our location. We were literally a block away from the police station. A female officer stood by us the whole time until paramedics arrived, which took a very long time. Brock was one of the last to be taken to a hospital. He was bleeding out for almost 20 minutes before an ambulance pulled up on the same street with the road work. At this point he had become almost unresponsive and was on the verge of unconsciousness. Several massive guys rushed across the grass with a stretcher, loaded him on to it and then ran with him back to the waiting ambulance. I wasn't able to go with him because there was another injured person in the ambulance. It knows too crowded. I wandered around to the front of the theater alone, unsure of where my friends had went. My blood stained shirt and a pool of blood were left behind on the corner of that sidewalk. Walking through the crowds felt like a dream. I couldn't believe what just happened. People were in hysterics and crying. A lot of people such as me were covered in blood. And like me, I'm pretty sure the bloodstaining their shirt and skins wasn't their own. A lot of people seemed to notice how lonely and days I looked. So they kept me company and even offered me a ride to different hospitals to find Brock. Because I hadn't been told what hospital he was taken to. I hung around these people for a while as police swarmed the area and asked us what we saw inside the movie theater. The whole parking lot was on lockdown and we weren't going to be allowed to leave anytime soon. It was around 2am, so it was very dark outside still. And I was pretty cold, wearing only an undershirt and shorts. The flashing red and blue lights of what seemed like 100 police cars were blinding. I remember seeing a big police vehicle pull up that said something like crime scene investigation unit. I think that's when it really sank in and hit me. I started to get sick to my stomach and wanted to vomit. But somehow, I was able to hold it back. Eventually, police started letting people leave. I jumped into my truck and booked it out of there. I was in such a panic that I didn't even think to go back to my apartment. Grab my cell phone, which I had forgotten, and call my parents or someone else to help me. I was angry, upset, scared, and most of all, still in a state of shock. Was I really going to lose Brock only a month shy of our first wedding anniversary because of some psychopath with a gun? Thankfully, by the time Don rolled around, I found the hospital he was treated in. This was in the next city over. Maybe 45 minutes from the theater if you're going to speed limit. I was so happy to be there, and the hospital staff were also welcoming him to understand. After making sure I wasn't injured as well, they let me wait in the ICU room that Brock would be placed in when he was done recovering from surgery. I was so glad he was alive. Brock and Tommy both had survived, though many others weren't so lucky. I found out the following day after some much-needed sleep on a hospital couch that 12 people were killed in the shooting, and over 70 were injured. I remember they first thought 15 people were killed, but the real number was 12. The little blonde girl sitting in my row did not survive. She died in the theater no more than a few feet from us. She had been shot multiple times. A heartbroken police officer, who cried during his court testimony, tried unsuccessfully to save her by carrying her out of the theater and having her sent to a hospital. Tommy was rushed to a different hospital in the back of a police car. He underwent surgery and made a full recovery. The bullet missed his hip bone and narrowly missed his urinary tract in bladder. According to the surgeons, my husband lost almost half his blood. Brock made it to the hospital just in time. Any later, Andy would have died. He underwent several blood transfusions and was in the hospital for 21 days. The wound to his leg was severe enough that they had to amputate it after trying unsuccessfully to save it. It has been so long since the shooting happened that my husband, friends and I, have been able to recover from it somewhat. The event was pretty horrifying and has left us scarred for sure. I wouldn't consider that part of the story to be creepy though. No. The creepy part is the shooter himself. I later learned much about him from the murder trial that would follow in the coming years. After my encounter with this man was very brief, he has affected my life greatly. Just to know that people like this exist is disturbing. He is certainly one twisted individual that I never want to see again. I learned everything from watching the televised trial that took place in early 2015. This guy was going to school for neuroscience or something in California. I guess he was a pretty smart guy. However, for some reason, he had an obsession with killing people and had a stalker mentality. After dropping out of his university, he moved to my state and chose my local theater to commit a shooting. Before that, he was planning on hiding along remote hiking trails up in the mountains, jumping people, pulling them into the woods and killing them there. So he never went through with that idea. He stalked my theater for months and had this shooting all planned out for the night of July 20th, though I never saw him before this. It's unnerving to think this guy could have been watching us every time we went to the theater and we would have never known it. We were completely unaware of what he had planned against us. This completely ruined my sense of security, because who knows what the stranger next to you is planning on doing to you. I came very close to the shooter, but I never actually saw his face in person until I was forced to testify in court. Of course I saw his mug shots on television, but while in the theater, I only saw him as a dark silhouette in the shadows. Like a demonic figure rendered from the darkest and most sinister nightmare. He was even in the hallway that we passed upon running for the emergency exit. The only thing stopping him from killing us there, and then was his jammed assault rifle. To commit his crime, he ordered a few thousand rounds of ammunition, riot gear and armor, tear gas and assault rifle and shotgun. He took pictures of himself, which were shown in court, wearing all of this gear like some sick trophy and holding up these weapons with a menacing smile. He died his hair orange and put in these creepy black contacts while making devilish faces into the camera, something that made me sick just looking at it. Before driving to the theater with all of this gear in his car, he booby tracked his entire apartment and set it to explode if anyone opened the door. Then once at the theater, he posed as a moviegoer and even bought a ticket for the movie. I think his ticket had theater 8 on it, which was next door, but theater 9 had more people in it so he went into number 9 instead. He was in the few front rows. I must have passed him several times in the lobby while he was there. Maybe he had seen me. At some point during the movie, he got up and went through the side exit, which didn't have an alarm for some reason. Kept it prop open with something, then went to his car to put on all his armor and grabbed his weapons. Then he came back inside and started shooting. When we escaped the theater, we ran past his white car which was parked right at the exit. We didn't even notice it. At some point he came outside and he would have seen us there on the concrete. I don't know what stopped him from shooting people that were outside too, but he could have easily killed us there if he wanted to. I think the hardest part for me was facing this twisted individual in court. I'll never forget rising as they called my name. Walking down the center row past my family, other survivors, and crowds of news, hungry media personnel. I sat across from him, maybe only 10 feet away. While his orange hair was gone and he wasn't wearing black contacts, being so close to him was a creepy and uncomfortable experience. My encounters with this man are certainly ones I will never forget. I can now say that I've come face to face with a true, deranged psychopath. He just had this blank stare in his eyes the whole time. If eyes truly are the windows to the soul, then his soul was filled with nothing but a cold indifference for those he had murdered and harmed. He wouldn't even look at me. Sitting across from him in the court was the second time I had knowingly been in the same room with this man. A man who had tried to kill me, but thankfully failed. A man who would end up spending forever behind bars when he was sentenced to 3,318 years in prison for his crimes. This is the man who tried to kill me. The man who had caused countless nightmares and fueled the fires of my paranoia. The man who hurt my friends and family, causing years of untold grief for my husband because he will never walk the same again. The man who stole the innocence and joy from a 6 year old child who went into the theater alive and came out dead. To the man who carried out the worst mass shooting in Colorado history, let's not meet again. Ever. I hope you've rotten prison. And it's grammar and stuff. Also I forgot to mention that Leo, Samantha and I escaped without injury. A lot of people have asked so I thought I'd mention that. Thanks for all the support I never expected so many people to read my story. Also thanks to all you anonymous gold givers. No, I will not be giving any more information about my identity for obvious reasons. I have provided proof to the moderators and I don't think it's necessary to share that info with anyone else. I do have photos of my husband's injury, though I will not likely post them here for his privacy and for the graphic nature of the photo. And now let's get into some of the top comments on this post. One user says, "Jesus Christ, ma'am, heavy condolences. How's Brock fairy now if you don't mind me asking? How are you? Did you end up going to therapy?" The OP responds and says, "Brock is doing awesome now. He has a prosthetic leg so he can do everything he used to pretty much. He just can't run very well and can't play football anymore, which he used to do in high school. We actually never went to therapy for the emotional trauma. I guess having each other and our friends was enough support to get through it." And another user says, "The picture of him with the black eyes it was hard to look at for me too. Creating your account was really moving. I can't imagine the horror." Thanks for sharing it though, your perspective is really rare and intriguing. And the OP responds and says, "I know a lot of people, such as me, are curious and like to hear eyewitness accounts of situations like this. So that's why I wanted to share it. It was also therapeutic for me to write it out like this too." And another user says, "My dad lives in Aurora now and says they changed all the theaters, so now they're lettered instead of numbered to obscure what theater it took place in." I know everyone there just wanted to forget it happened. I'm glad to hear you and yours are okay. I can't believe it's already been that long since it happened. And the OP responds and says, "Yeah, I haven't gone back to century, but that's what I heard too. Also, after that, almost every theater in the city requires you to reserve your seats ahead of time. I guess they can keep tabs on everyone going in and out of the theaters." Thought my boyfriend got home from work. It wasn't my boyfriend. My boyfriend, who I live with, works as a teacher in a town about 15 minutes away by train. He gets home more or less at the same time every day. Give or take an hour or so. I, on the other hand, work from home. In late January of this year, we'd gotten into a pretty big fight about something stupid. I can't even remember what it was about now. But it was one of those fights where we didn't speak to each other, text, call, or anything the whole next day. So, this afternoon, I was lying in bed, getting some work done. It was a Tuesday, and I was pretty sure his last class finished at 1pm on Tuesdays, meaning he'd surely be home at 2.30. But around 1pm, I heard the front door open and shut. I thought, "Huh, I guess he's home an hour early today." It was normal for him to skip his last class every once in a while, so I didn't really think anything of it. In fact, I was mostly mentally preparing for the awkward post-fight, "Hey, how's it going, conversation?" So I continued to lie in bed and do my work and wait for him to come in and change his clothes. The bedroom door was closed, and I had earplugs sort of half in, as I usually do when I'm working. But I could hear the heavy footsteps of him walking around the apartment, as he always does. If we hadn't been in mid-fight, and I wasn't so preoccupied with the awkwardness of it all, I might have noticed it was strange how slow the footsteps were, or how long he spent walking around the living room. But I was caught up in the dramatic of the fight and didn't think about it. I was just lying there, waiting, waiting, waiting for him to finally come in. Finally, the bedroom door slowly opened just a few inches. I turned my head towards the door, and prepared to give him a sort of awkward "we've been fighting for 24 hours, huh?" smile. But the door didn't open more than a few inches. I looked and saw it was a woman's hand, with red nail polish on the door knob. Whoever was there slowly closed the door just as they had opened it. Without entering the room, I jumped out of bed, ripped out my earplugs, and sort of froze there for a few seconds, while thinking rapidly, my first thought that was not my boyfriend. Then I thought, could that have been his mom, his sister, the landlady? For some reason, I concluded that surely it was his mom or sister, so I opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room. There wasn't anyone there, but the room smelled heavily of women's perfume. Then I came to my senses and realized his mom and sister don't have keys and have never come over before. The landlady has never entered without permission. This was a stranger. I ran back into the bedroom and shut the door, now shaking heavily. There is a balcony connected to the bedroom, so despite the cold, January rain, I stood on the balcony and called my boyfriend. He picked up and I asked him if his mom or sister might come over unannounced. He told me, "No, don't move. I'm calling the police." The police were there in minutes and searched the whole apartment. Of course, nobody was there by this point. It was weird though. Nothing was missing from the apartment, despite us keeping a jar full of money right in the entrance. Nothing was even touched. In fact, it seemed like the intruder came straight to the bedroom, saw my legs on the bed, panicked, and left. Plus, you can't open that big wooden front door without a key. For a few days, my boyfriend and I were convinced it was just the landlady being nosy. I began to feel better. Nevertheless, we demanded that the landlady change our locks. When she came to change them with her husband, she made a discovery. There was a square area by the keyhole that had been scratched away with something. The landlady said surely someone used tools to break into the apartment. Then, a day or two later, my boyfriend told me, "I have to tell you something, but don't freak out." He told me that the orange kitchen scissors were missing. I obviously freaked out. I tore the apartment apart, looking for those scissors. It's been six months and those scissors are gone. So, the whole thing is just creepy and weird. A stranger breaks into a nice apartment, but doesn't touch or take anything valuable, not even the money jar sitting right in the entrance, takes scissors from the kitchen, goes straight to the bedroom, sees someone in bed, and immediately leaves. I never got to meet the person who opened the door that day. I hope I never do. And before we move on to the next story, I just want to quickly let you guys know about my Patreon. I know I mentioned it briefly in the intro, but I just want to mention it again because you guys get some phenomenal content, and it really helps support the show. And so, real quick, I'm going to give you the rundown. 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What was she planning to do with me? One time, I went to the bar with one of my friends. I had just turned 21, so I haven't been to much bars up to that point. My friend was drinking on the way to the bar, so he was already pretty drunk when we got there. When I sat at the bar, a cute girl came and talked to me and my friend. She said her name was Candace. And I noticed she had really, really bright red hair. I assume she died it. It was pretty, but unnatural, anyways. This girl was flirting with me in my friend. She could tell my friend was already very drunk. To be honest, I played along like I was drunk already too since it seemed to be working for my friend. I didn't know if she was just trying to get free drinks, so I told her we didn't have much money. She offered to buy us drinks. She kept buying us drinks, and I started to get confused as to who she liked between me and my friend. My friend went to the bathroom. Before he came back, he was kicked out by the bouncers. He was too drunk. Candace and I went outside with him. She kept telling him to go home with her. He was so out of it, he could barely answer her. I told her he was too drunk and that I couldn't let him go anywhere. I didn't want him to wake up hungover in some random house with no car and no idea what happened. Candace kept pushing it, saying that she would take care of him, but I told her no because I had to stay with him. I was more sober than him and he was my responsibility. I told her the only way he was going anywhere was if I tagged along. I assumed she thought that I was jealous or blocking my friend could barely stand and lost interest in Candace already at that point. She immediately started flirting with me and offered to get my friend a taxi to drive him home and said we could go to her place alone. At this point, I had a few drinks and I was pretty buzzed so I agreed. We took my friend to the taxi and walked to her car. "I slightly stumbled on my way to her car." "Wow, you're pretty drunk, huh?" She said, smiling as she held onto my arm. "Yeah," I said. "I don't know why, but I just felt slightly shy and anxious. Everything was just happening too easy for me, so I felt uneasy. We got in her car, we drove down the street. Want to stop at the liquor store and get some more to drink? All by it, so don't worry about pain," she offered. I didn't want to drink any more than I already did. I was already buzzed and wanted to be able to carry myself throughout the rest of the night. Sometimes I made myself look stupid when I'm drunk, so I don't want to ruin anything with Candace more than I already did earlier, with telling her my friend was too drunk. I told her I was already drunk enough, but she insisted. I didn't want to seem lame, so I told her to get me a pint of liquor with some apple juice to chase it. She went in the store and came out with a lot more than just a pint. I assumed that she wanted to drink more also, and that's why she got a fifth instead of a pint. On the car ride, we passed the bottle back and forth, but she took tiny sips. I tried to take tiny sips, but she kept passing me the bottle and telling me to drink. I somehow managed to drink all of my apple juice and pretend to drink the bottle by spitting the liquor in the apple juice bottle. I tossed the apple juice bottle full of liquor out of the window before she saw it. I didn't want her to know why I was acting drunker than I was. She actually believed I was sloppy drunk when I was simply buzzed. I took a couple more sips of liquor and finished the bottle. Out the car ride, I called it the wrong name a couple of times to get a reaction out of her. She didn't react to it. She just kept letting me call her Carla without correcting me. For some reason, I thought she lied to me about her name initially. We drove up to her house. I pretended to trip and stumble into her front door. She helped me walk inside by holding me up. She opened her front door, which was unlocked. We walked into her house. She closed her front door and then locked it. I thought that was strange, but assumed that she didn't want anyone walking in on us. I told her that I had to use the bathroom. I walked into her bathroom, locked the door, and looked in the mirror. I just felt strange. I felt like something was off. I felt myself becoming more drunk from finishing the bottle earlier. I turned on the sink to make noise and made myself puke up the liquor I drank. I flushed and went to the sink and started drinking the tap water out of my hands to sober up. I just didn't want to be drunk, but I still wanted to hook up with Candace so I wanted it to pretend it to be drunk. I turned the sink off and I could hear her talking to someone. He's drunk as hell. He can barely stand up. You do it. Who was she talking to? And do what? I walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. The moment I stepped into the living room, I saw her walking into another room. All I could see was the back of her head. That strange, very bright red hair go into another room. I didn't see her face or anything. I just saw her kinda walk fast into the room. The living room was pretty dark. Hey, where are you going? I slurred like I was drunk. She walked back into the dark living room and up to me, "Let's go in my room," she said. I looked at her bright red hair and then into her eyes. They were different. Her face was different. It was another girl with the same hair. That's when I realized it was another girl with the same wig on. It was a wig the whole time. She had changed it with the girl from earlier for whatever reason. My heart felt like it stopped. But I tried to look like I had no idea it was a different girl. I kinda smiled at her and told her I just needed to use the bathroom one more time and told her sorry I was so drunk. She said, "It's fine. Just hurry up in there." I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I heard her whisper something to someone again this time. I think I heard a male voice whisper back. I honestly didn't concentrate on listening to exactly what she said. Something sketchy was going on and I had to get out of that house. I opened the bathroom window and jumped straight out of it to ran faster than I have ever ran in my life. I didn't look behind myself or anything. I just ran through the backyard, jumped the fence, ran through someone else's backyard, hit a road and ran toward the main road. I kept running down the main road until I saw a 24 hour convenience store. I ran into the store and stood straight at the front of the store in front of the camera. I called a taxi and went home. I tried to think what happened that night. What was she or day planning that night? Why did she tell me a fake name? Why was she trying to get my friend and I so drunk? I thought maybe a robbery, but she kept spending money on us. She kept buying the drinks and even paid for my friend's taxi cab. And mostly, why did she wear a wig that she gave to another girl to wear? What did it mean? And what was it in that room they tried to lure me into? Edit. The next day after this incident, I went back to the house with a couple of friends to see just what was going on. Nobody was there, no cars, no people, nothing. Just an empty house. I ended up finding out that the house was a summer rental. And whoever those people were, they broke into that house and used it for only that night and never came back. And now let's get into some of the top comments. One user says, "Private investigator here. I am almost certain this is what was going to happen based on the details provided. One of those two people were going to drug you. They were arguing over who was actually to give you the drugs. After you were drugged up, the second person you never saw who was more than likely a male was going to our word you. To everyone saying they were going to steal your organs, very, very, very unlikely based on how amateurish everything that happened in history was." And another user says, "The maneuver must have been about getting you to have intimacy with the second girl because otherwise the wig swap makes no sense. You don't need to do that to kill, rob or disembowel someone. I reckon the second girl was possibly underage, and you were going to be blackmailed." And another user says, "Did Candice pay for everything at the bar with cash?" And the OP responds and says, "Yeah, all cash." She even talked to the cab driver and asked him how much he estimated the ride would be and handed him money with the tip. I remember her using only cash from what I saw. And someone else responds and says, "How much cash would you estimate she spent total on you and your friend that night?" And the OP responds and says, "Around $100, maybe more." The cab was like 20, the bottle at the liquor store was like 40, and also she kept buying rounds of 3 shots all night. And so what do you guys think? Out of all the theories provided here, what do you think is the most accurate? Honestly, I have no idea, like what did these multiple people want from the OP or originally the OP's friend? It's all very strange, and I'm really curious to hear what you guys think. Why I don't go to stores late at night? This happened when I was a bartender about 4 years ago. But I think about it often, and it has changed the way I operate throughout life. I now refuse to go to any store alone after midnight. So the story's sake, I will tell you that I was 25, and an attractive slash slender blonde at the time. On a busy Friday night, I was bartending him with the bar manager, and he had noticed that we were very low on some bar necessities after the dinner rush, lemons, limes, bitters, that sort of thing. So I went out to go to a 24 hour grocery store down the road to pick up the odds and ends that we would require to get us through the weekend. I picked up everything that was asked of me without trouble at the store, until I got to the liquor aisle. There were two country looking guys that were probably around my age in the aisle, and they were staring at me and whispering to each other in a way that made me uncomfortable. As I assumed, they were making comments about me. All pretty innocent so far, before they could approach me, I grabbed one and he needed it very quickly, and power walked to the self checkout. I really booked it out of there because… Because when you're a bartender, it's kind of like you are on stage, and are required to be charming and interact with people that you otherwise absolutely wouldn't be able to tolerate unless you're getting paid, thus why I'm not a bartender anymore. I get to the self checkout, and hot on my tail are the two guys. I'm scanning my stuff and they use the scanning station next to me. I get a better look at them now that they are right next to me. One is tall, muscular, and average looking. The other is shorter and more plump. They both looked dirty, and their eyes were completely bloodshot, not sure if they were high on something or had already been drinking for a while. They continued to stare at me, and our eyes awkwardly met. So I did the pleasant midwesterny thing to do, and flashed them a quick half-assed, closed-lipped smile to be polite. The taller one starts trying to talk to me, "Hey, looks like you're going to a party, huh?" I replied with something like, "Yeah, something like that. It's not for me though." They walked closer to me, and ignored their responsibility to scan their items. "Oh, must be for your boyfriend, huh?" I flashed the awkward, tight-lipped smile again, and rolled my eye slightly. Like this is your hint that I am not interested, fellas. The taller one continues to try to talk to me. You could come hang out with us tonight, or we would show you a real good time if you know what I mean. I reply with, "No thanks. I'm good. I have plans already." Well, the tall one starts to get upset that his moves aren't working like he'd hoped, and starts using a more threatening tone, and moves very close to me. Like two inches away. But I ignore him, staying focused on the scanner. I don't think he had showered in a few days by the smell of him. He gets a little louder and says, "I see how it is. You probably only F doctors and rich men like that. You think you're too good for us. We can show you that you aren't. We can teach you a lesson." Now, I'm not sure in what context he meant, but it definitely wasn't good. Still, not looking at him, I turn away, so my body is blocking his view of my purse. Which I set on the scanner. To grab my foreign pocket knife out and slide it up my jacket sleeve in case I need to protect myself, acting like I'm searching for my wallet. I do this, however, in view of the self-scan worker standing at her podium and look at her with wide eyes trying to communicate that I do not feel safe and I might need help. I turn back to the machine and slide my credit card to pay, while the creepy and hostile guys are practically standing on top of me. The machine malfunctions and starts beeping. The lady worker comes over immediately and the guy standing next to me changed their expressions from, "I am planning to torture you for a couple of days and toss your body in a creek to just your friendly, good old country boys making polite conversation over here. They actually tried to act like I knew them and we were friends, so the worker wouldn't be alerted to their ill intentions. They tried joking with the worker saying I was stealing something and that's why the machine went off. The worker was definitely not buying it. She was a six-foot tall woman with some muscle on her by the way. I wouldn't mess her with her on my best day. Anyways, she presses a few buttons on the screen, shooting the guys at a very unimpressed look when they were trying to act charming and cancels the order completely. She turns to me and says, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am. This machine seems to not be working correctly. Why don't you gather your things and I will ring you up at the actual register?" She puts her hand on my back and gives me a wide eyed look like I gave her a minute earlier letting me know that she sees that I am in danger. I pick up my things to follow her to the register that is near the security office. The guys linger around the self-scan, still glaring at me and eventually complete their purchase, but stand at the exit, assuming they are waiting for me. I felt like I would be walking to my death if I made my exit in that moment. The worker keeps a close eye on the guys and scans my items. As she's scanning, she tells me there really wasn't anything wrong with the machine I was using. It just misread my credit card. She said, "I had a bad feeling about those guys from the moment they walked in and then I saw them getting aggressive towards you. I already rang security to get ready to walk out with you to the parking lot and make sure you left safely when you were ready to leave." Then I saw you take that knife out and put it up your sleeve, getting you ready to protect yourself. Good girl. As much as I'd like to see you show them, they picked the wrong chick to mess with. I'm glad I was able to pull you aside and make sure you are safe. I see them waiting by the door for you. I'll just keep pressing buttons on the screen and act like I'm having trouble with your order until they give up and go outside. Our security officer and I are both still going to escort you to your vehicle when you leave. I thought to myself, "This woman definitely deserves a raise." I thanked her over and over again and told her what they said to me and I was getting afraid because I don't know what these guys are capable of. As I'm talking to her, my bar manager calls me to see what's taking so long. I explained what was happening and he was obviously very concerned and ready to come up there himself and kick some ass, a sweet sentiment indeed. By the time I hang up, the guys had given up and walked out to the parking lot. The worker said to give it another few minutes because she had a feeling they may still be in the parking lot waiting for me to walk out and see which vehicle was mine so they could follow me. My instant thought was, "No way. They have to be gone by now." I was wrong. The worker and security guard escorted me out and as it was after midnight, you can imagine how emptied the parking lot was. Towards the back of the lot, their sighted old big pickup truck running with the lights on pointed towards the store. It was a huge parking lot and it wouldn't have made sense for them to initially park like that. So I'm assuming they moved the truck to sit that way so they had a full view of when I exited the store to go to my vehicle. It was like being stalked by very hungry lions. When I unlocked my car and they saw that me, the worker and the guard were looking directly at them and that I wasn't getting in my car until we watched them leave, they then peeled out of the parking lot. I mean, they seriously did a burnout to establish that they were pissed and trying to intimidate us or something. Poor creeps didn't get their way. Boohoo. I thank the worker and the guards over and over again as I am certain they had just saved my life or at least saved me from having to live with whatever those guys were planning on doing to me. I did write a long letter to the store manager and to their corporate location describing how their employees protected me and how grateful I was. I really hope that earned her a promotion, bonus or a raise. She didn't know me at all and was ready to protect me which really isn't her job but she did it anyways. Needless to say, I do not go late night shopping by myself anymore. Her will again. And then the OP makes a edit to the post saying edit, there's a few comments speculating that this experience is fake, not sure why I would make it up. This crap happens to women so much more than society would like to admit or that this experience is exaggerated. My response to that is this was years ago, as stated in the beginning, memories can often be remembered more intensely as time goes on. You don't know when something significant is happening to you until it's over or when you're reflecting back on it, obviously the dialogue isn't verbatim but I can honestly say this is 100% how I remember this happening and I posted this on to try to help someone in the future to be more vigilant and a great reminder that good people exist just as bad ones do. I hope this helps. Why I no longer go camping and why I really love my dog. To understand my story, you sort of have to know a tiny bit about trespassing laws in our country. And that we don't have any so long as you're respectful and non-destructive. You can walk over any hills you like, and in my case, camp on any beach of your choosing. So long as once you leave the area, is how you found it. I used to love camping when I was little. Our family would go multiple times a year with a large group of my parents, friends, and their kids. On average, there were maybe ten of us at a time. There was a bit of a logistical challenge since we always headed out to this one really remote beach on the coast. Actually, we weren't the only ones. There always was yachts bobbing just off the shore with people in them, and other campers lining up and down the beach. Most of them also had children or teenagers, so it wasn't a wild party scene. It was very much an informal, family holiday spot. There was even a small building with toilets and showers installed nearby, even though this was in the middle of nowhere. I guess the local council must have figured it out and got sick of people peeing behind bushes. We took a trip up in spring of 2011. I'm really bad with time, but I know this because I got my dog in winter of 2010. After picking her out that November, from the shelter as a birthday gift from me to me, as I paid her adoption fee. Reddit, I know you love dogs, and she will be very important to the story later on, so let me tell you a little bit about Parmesan. Parmesan came to me as a six month old puppy who had been rescued from a dog fighting situation. We're not entirely sure what breed she is exactly, but my best guess is a lurcher-slash staffy mix. She is a wonderfully well-tempered dog with people. In most dogs, but you absolutely do not threaten her. She'll have you. So by the time of this camping trip, I'd had Parmesan for a few months. She'd never come camping with us before, but far as my family are concerned, dogs go on camping trips. The one we all piled into the car she came to. Unusually though, none of the family friends could make it, so it was only me, my sister, my dad, and my mom. I didn't mind. I wasn't that attached to the other kids. I'd rather play with my dog, and I'd still have my sister. The drive took the best part of six hours, and because we'd left a bit later, although I don't remember why we'd left later than normal, we arrived at sunset. Not a good time to be building a tent, but we'd expected to arrive to other campers already set up in the beach illuminated in campfires. The beach was empty. In spite of this, my parents started taking stuff out and trying to build the tent. They asked us to fetch some of the lighter bags from the boot of the car while they sat pointing a flashlight at the sand to see properly. I rolled down the window of the car for Parmesan before getting out. It was pretty hot for that time of year, and I wanted her to have air. I always got to be looking out for my furry little homie. As we're fumbling about in the dark, on a beach, in the middle of nowhere, it's pretty spooky. The one road that led to this beach was circular, and had a bridge over the water, meaning you could basically circle around the beach like a big, zero shape if you felt like it. I wasn't really paying any attention to the road. I was complaining I was tired as kids are want to do, but my mom was. After maybe 15 minutes of my dad trying to nail the tent into the sand, my mom's asking him had he seen that car drive round. It's been a few times. My dad kind of shrugged her off. He sorta liked that. I don't know if he said anything back to her, but after a few more moments, a car pulled up next to ours on the road, and someone got out. Those may be 15 or 20 feet from the cars to where we were, and the light was pretty low, except for the torches. We weren't expecting to see anyone else out here at this point, and I think my mom said it must be the security. I don't know why a random beach would have security. I think what she meant was the wildlife trust or something, as they do occasionally come down to do their nosy. The guy was walking pretty unevenly. He must have been drunk or high because he had that staggered tomb. There was absolutely no way this guy was sober. Cool. A junkie, not an unusual find, but it's rare to see them in the wild. As he walked into flashlight range, we realized he was carrying a large knife, maybe 15 inches. Although I was small at the time, so maybe my sense of scale was off. I don't like my dad, but credit to him, once he saw this, he got up immediately, holding onto the camping mallet and put us all behind him. The man began to shout wildly at us that we can't camp here, and he was just letting us know. My dad tried to initially be a bit low-key with the guy, and told him, "That was fine. We'd leave, but this didn't work." He kept coming closer and closer to us. So my dad started shouting, and the man kept shouting back, "My sister and I were crying. I remember shaking. I was utterly terrified as I'm sure anyone would be in that situation." It really did seem like this guy and my dad were going to fight, and I'm going to be honest. I didn't fancy my dad's chances. While it's grim to consider, I'm absolutely convinced he would have killed my dad, and possibly us as well once he had done as I don't think my mother would have had the common sense to run with us. I love her, but she's always put my dad in her relationship with him above us. This isn't how it went down. A bolt from the black like a wolf descending on its prey took us all by surprise. First of all, the man with the knife. In that moment, Parmesan was the apex predator, large canines that represent the nature. She got him good by the arm and clamped down hard, ripping his jacket, and shredding the skin underneath. He dropped the knife as it had been in the arm, and she had got him by. He kicked her, he punched her, and eventually got her off. He grabbed the knife from the sand and ran back to his car and drove off. Parmesan didn't follow him. She stayed with us. Muscle covered in blood. Quickly as we could, we gathered our things and all got back in the car. All pretty shook up by the incident. I looked parmy over, she was ok, but the car's window was much more open than I'd left it. We think what happened was when the shouting started, she must have put her paws up on the gap I'd left for her, as it was an old car and had the rolling down windows and not an electric button. We think she must have been able to hit it with her claws to force it down enough to squeeze out. This is not the end of my story. We were all pretty scared, and since we had the dog with us, we couldn't book into a hotel for the night. My parents decided to just drive home so we could all feel safe, but first had to drive into the nearest town for petrol as they were kind of low. I spent this time trying to clean Parmesan up a little. I'd always loved dogs, but what she'd just done for me blew my mind. As we drove into town, we came across a petrol station, but it looked closed. My dad drove up closer to get a better look and stuck his head out of the window to get a better look at the sign. My mom asked him what on earth he was doing and he told her he was trying to see when it opens. Never. My heart sank, parked in the corner behind a van so we hadn't seen him at first was the man with the knife. He was sitting on the front of his car using some tissue paper to clean up his arm. It looked pretty bad. Not stopping to refuel or look anywhere else in town. My dad drove straight right out of there. He decided to go to the next town over, but this was removed. The next town was 60 miles away. He didn't have that much petrol. We realized as he began driving, we were going to break down. That's fine. Dad said we had AA cover. They'd come to us home or at least to somewhere acceptable for the night. Better than staying in the last town. After driving for maybe five minutes, lights flash up from behind us. Another car. The same car the man had been driving. It was him following us. He must have realized we were low on petrol. The next half hour was one of the worst half hours of my life. I had a complete and utter breakdown. As did everyone else. I could tell my parents were trying to keep it on the wrap so it wouldn't upset us, but we weren't really little kids. We were both double digits. We knew how dangerous this situation was. Dad turned off the radio to conserve petrol, and the man followed us for 55 miles before he peeled away onto another road. Our fuel meter was on the big red E for empty for the last 10 miles. We were driving on fumes. I don't really believe in God, but if he does exist that was definitely one of his miracles. Once we got there, we drove into a petrol station and refilled to a full tank before driving the rest of the way home. Sister and I slept in the car after that. I only woke up once we made it to the way home. It's grateful nothing worse had happened than that. After getting some sleep, my mom phoned the non-emergency line for the police and reported what had happened. They never got back to her after that, but apparently the woman she spoke to said they may wish to in the future, as he matched the description given of a suspect wanted in relation to a murder reveal. No idea if he actually was that guy or just a random psycho. As I said, they never got back to her. So what's the takeaway then, other than crazy man on the beach, let's not meet. Well, for me, it's that I love Parmesan. She's still with us now, old as the hills and twice as grizzled as one of my mom's friends likes to joke. I don't know why she did what she did that day. I couldn't tell you what her thought process was. What I do know is that this poor puppy was born into an environment where they abused and neglected her, only to be rescued and taken to a shelter where her mother and siblings all found homes before her. Despite how badly people have treated her, when I took her home she forgave but never forgot. I think the saying is, never trust a person who doesn't like a dog, but I always trust a dog when they don't like a person. They have a very good understanding of human body language and I think she must have understood how much danger we were in. If you're able to, please adopt. You might find yourself in a situation like mine one day. I promise you if you're willing to save a four-legged friend's life, they will pay you back tenfold if they're able to. Without a thought for their own safety, I paid 78 pounds for Parmesan's adoption fee which is a lot when you're a kid, but it chills me to the bone knowing if I hadn't been so instant on a dog, I might be dead. Edit, my god, I was not expecting this to get this sort of reaction at all, especially not in so little time. I've spent most of my night going off through the comments, clarifying stuff and replies, etc. etc. I'm going to answer a few frequently asked questions quickly and then turn notifications off as I need to get on with my university work. I live in Scotland and this happened in the Highlands, fairly remotely. The drives took so long because we always used this one really specific beach and the car was loaded down with camping supplies, two small children and a dog. So the car was heavier than normal and p-brakes were frequent. You've all peed on the side of the motorway, don't at me. We didn't phone the police while being followed because we had no signal or so my mom said, but I suspect the genuine reason was that there was weed in the car. My parents used to smoke/deal. I didn't include this in the original story because it didn't affect my experience of the story. I was a little kid and I was telling it from my perspective as I remember it as per subreddit rules. Thank you all for the awards and saying so many sweet things about Parmie. I live below a cult leader and I fear I've angered her. I, female 28, have lived in the same apartment for four years. My neighbors in the unit above me are a couple in their thirties who have lived there for about three years with no issues between us. During the past six months I've noticed some changes in their behaviors. At first it was just a few days per week. I'd hear music with heavy bass accompanied by rhythmic jumping. I assume they bought an exercise bike or something. But sometimes the jumping gets so intense that it shakes my overhead light fixtures. The jumping routine has been escalating to the point that it takes place every day, normally between 8am and 10am. I also noticed that they called 1-800-Junk and got rid of a lot of nice possessions. However, I figured none of this was my business so I kept my observations to myself. About three weeks ago everything escalated, multiple times per week, on weekdays and during working hours, it sounds like they're hosting a many burning man event in their apartment. The music is so loud and clear that it sounds as if I'm at a concert while sitting in my living room. There's clearly a lot of people involved because the jumping slash stomping shakes multiple light fixtures and cabinets. The music is a mix of new age slash spiritual vibes, dance beats, and a male voice over giving weird instructions like, rebrand yourself, surrender yourself, stop, stop, and response. I have taken audio recordings on my phone and one video from the hallway during these events. I still didn't complain to the building, but I wanted evidence in case it became a regular thing. This week I've encountered a big problem. The couple above me has a private patio, which is directly above my bedroom. I came home from a 3 day trip out of town yesterday and my ceiling is legitimately collapsing in one corner. Big chunks of plaster had fallen to the ground and I saw a little water. I immediately called my superintendent since I don't want to be buried alive by ceiling rubble if it gives out. When he came to check it out, he was shocked and pissed. He said that the woman in the couple appears to be working with some people, doing workshops or something. He can see their patio from his apartment window and has watched the couple do these dancing plus jumping plus dirt rituals out there on a weekly basis. He said they all dance and jump to the music and then spread dirt along with something else he doesn't know what it is, across the patio on a weekly basis. He believes that the dirt plus unknown substance combo is getting through the wooden cracks, absorbing water and weighing down my ceiling. In order to fix the problem, my super said he had to go talk to the woman, check out their patio and ultimately hire a contractor to pull up the wood to scrape out whatever the hell is causing my ceiling to fall. I could hear them talking from my room and the woman sounded distraught and defensive. When my super left, he called me and warned me that she might try to come down to my apartment and demand to see the damage. But don't let her in. This was a little concerning to me, is this a threat? The damage is real, I wouldn't mind showing her. She started playing her music again relatively loud, kind of like a warning shot. I mentioned the music slash jumping to the super and said I had audio recordings. He started begging me to send the evidence to the front office. It sounds like he wanted them evicted. I said okay sure, I hate to be a rat, but I have to choose sides. I'll side with the building that dictates my annual rent price. He called me twice more that afternoon to confirm that I shared my evidence and I said yes. Shortly after everything went down, I left my apartment to run an errand. The woman was outside just standing on the sidewalk and stared at me the whole time as I walked by. I ignored her, this isn't my fault. Now today I went to run another quick errand in the neighborhood. When I returned, the couple was again standing on the sidewalk. Both of them this time, followed me into the building and then waited until I was opening my apartment door to confront me. They were both wearing creepy fake smiles. The woman has a horse girl hair down to her waist and started interrogating me. They asked is your ceiling really collapsing? When did it start? Do you think it was related to the recent rainfall? Because our patio is just fine. I was a little uncomfortable. Were they waiting for me outside? How did they know I even left the building? Why were they both standing there? I've literally never seen them enter together in their three years of living here. But I have nothing to hide, so I confirmed the damage is pretty bad. I just don't want it to fall during the winter. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but hopefully the work will be done quickly for everyone's sake. They seemed satisfied enough, so I said have a good day and shut my door. I'm getting the sense that they're nervous about what the contractors will find when they tear open their patio. What the f is up with dirt rituals? Who are these people she's working with? I don't know what they look like, or why they're available to stomp around on weekdays. The repair work has started on both sides, but the contractors will come on Wednesday for the grand reveal of what's under the patio that's making my ceiling collapse. In the meantime, I feel like I need to be alert and keep my eyes out for these people, as well as the couple. It's unusual for me to see them in general, especially twice in two days. They seem scared and in denial of the problem. They also literally ambushed me. Hopefully it's over soon. And then the OP links a YouTube video, linking the audio recordings, and let's give it a listen. In this YouTube video, the OP also provides proof of the damage, and it's actually insane. How much damage there is to the roof, and you can see how literally the roof is crumbling onto the floor. Now it's caving in in certain parts, and also the music is just really eerie, and them jumping up and down rhythmically is also super, super creepy. But the OP comes back a few days later with an update, and let's get into it. The contractors came today, and reported that there was, in fact, dirt and sludge visible below the neighbor's patio. However, thanks to the help of my internet sleuth and friend, I've gained a lot more insight into the realm that dwells above me. As one editor suggested, nice work, my neighbor is affiliated with multiple, ecstatic dance communities, both international and local. The international group has planned events during which all cells of the organization host dance sessions simultaneously. It also has a YouTube channel that streams CyTrans music 24/7. I listened to a portion of it, and a female voiceover declared, "You are becoming the game master." Meanwhile, the local groups seem to be more exclusive and more radical in their mindset. One of the local groups, hosted by my neighbor's good friend, conducts three day events that cost upwards of $400 for admission. Participation in all three days is mandatory. I get the impression they all sleep in the studio space, and the event description mentions that it begins with a ritual. The last and darkest affiliation that I've confirmed via social media footprints is that my neighbor and a few members of the local communities are also involved with some compassionate death groups. There's no way for me to verify this time if these affiliations overlap in any meaningful way. So I will simply state the facts that I have evidence to prove. My super asked me about the jumping again when I saw him today. He remains eager to act. He agreed with my new game plan to wait for another large event to happen, and then call him to check on my dishwasher so he can intervene. So for now, the ways in which the puzzle pieces of a static dance, compassionate death, patio dirt rituals, and ceiling collapse connect will remain a mystery. Although the OP comes back only a few days later, with an update that reads, "For those who are familiar with my unsettling, neighborly encounters, I have a mix of both terrifying, and somewhat encouraging updates to share. On Monday, my super came to replace my bedroom ceiling. First, he said that my neighbor told the contractors she has a lot of plants because she makes bush medicines. She's also told him that dancing is a part of her professional practice as a healer for people who are in bravement after the loss of a loved one. So my friend and I weren't far off when we made the connection between her static dance and compassionate death affiliations. I showed him new cracks in my living room ceiling that are growing in size and number by the day. He told me to send the videos of the cracks to building management. But management suggested I start with a handwritten note by their door explaining how their behaviors are wreaking havoc on my life. Since the super was working in my apartment, my neighbor was actively a bumping music plus jumping. I wrote a note in which I requested that she reduce the volume of her music and be mindful of the intensity of her activities. I explained that the jumping or dancing was causing significant new cracks in my living room ceiling. And I offered her to speak with me directly if needed. While I was reluctant to suggest this, I knew she might try another stocking trick if I didn't give her the option up front. So I sent the note. After 90 minutes, my super said he had to leave for an hour while they plastered dried. But he would be back soon. Of course, my neighbors chose the end of this time frame to come down when I was alone. When I opened the door, she again had the biggest fake smile and said, "Hi," then waved the note. First of all, she said, "I want to thank you for your open communication. It is so important and so rare in our city." Fake flattery. She admitted that she dances what she has to do for her mental health. But she claimed that she only dances in the mornings for 30 to 60 minutes or 90 minutes max. I knew she was lying, so I said that her actions are affecting my mental health. She followed up with a range of excuses, including that they have been in the process of rearranging furniture, unpacking boxes, and they sometimes watch movies in the evening with their loudspeakers. I showed her the cracks and were immediately visible from the doorway area. She pointed to one and said, "See, we used to have one table over there. But now we have two due to the furniture, rearranging. So maybe that's the reason? We also have cracks in our ceiling, and you know, we all have to share this space." I asked her about hosting any large events in the past month, which she flat out denied. She briefly mentioned that she does sessions, but didn't elaborate further. The following suggestion I later realized was entrapment. My neighbor said she would give me her phone number. Go upstairs, lower the volume, then I should text to let her know if I could still hear it. Thankfully, my super came back while she was in the process of sharing her contact information. She immediately tensed up, quickly gave the number, and then scurried off. As she passed my super, she randomly blurted out, "We're best friends now, referring to me and her." My super and I are both very aware of the antics, so of course, he didn't buy that manipulation tactic. I texted her that I couldn't hear the music now, to which she responded, "So glad to hear that. Thanks again for openly having a line of communication. I'm always happy to chat. Hope you have a lovely day, prayer hands, plus a heart emoji." In retrospect, I think she wasn't playing the music at all. I also felt like her conversation was riddled with gaslighting, misdirection, and flat out lies. I was somewhat confused, but I know what I've been experiencing, and have plenty of evidence to prove it. Within hours of our conversation, my neighbor started up the loud music, plus dancing, as if nothing had happened. I was furious. I took new audio recordings, and immediately emailed building management with my new evidence. Footage of the ceiling cracks, along with a photo of my note. I explained that my neighbor was kind, though somewhat misleading, and expressed interest in accommodating my requests. I also said her behaviors were continuing as normal, despite the false claims that she would take my experiences into account. The building manager said to keep her updated, but it was clear she assumed the situation would be resolved on its own. Nope. My neighbor continued with the incessant, bass, heavy music, plus jumping shenanigans the next day, and the day after. I continued to document everything. On Wednesday evening, I went out for a quick errand. again was a victim of the stalking tricks. She ran into me as I was entering the building, waited until I passed her on the stairwell, and then spoke up. She acknowledged that I've probably still been hearing her activities the past couple of days, and that I will continue to hear them for the next few days, all due to rearranging furniture. She said the coffee table had been sold that day. Not true, I was working in my living room all day and would have heard such a commotion in the stairwell. I said yes, I've been hearing her loud and clear. Shortly after this in-person encounter, my neighbor went on to host a party. I heard people in the stairwell who seemed unfamiliar with whose apartment they were even visiting, and one guest introduced herself as a friend of someone else. While the music was much lower, the group began running back and forth overhead. Hearing these strange activities without the music was somewhat creepier than with the music, I took more recordings than retreated to my bedroom. But of course, the group decided to migrate to their patio right above my head again. By 10.30 pm, I had enough. They were no longer dancing, but the group's chatter along with ethereal music, a female soprano singing vocalizations was too much. I sent her a text. I explained that I understand she has every right to host guests in her space, but I was perturbed by the way she'd said to my face that any excess noise I might hear in the coming days was from rearranging furniture. I said I could hear music in conversations very clearly, as the noise filters through my AC unit. I also said to please let me know if they will be hosting events in the future, so I'm not caught off guard. While my neighbor didn't respond that night, within minutes of my sending the message, the group began to sing the happy birthday song in the most somber way I've ever heard it sung. I was able to record the second half of it. They sang in a monotone, and there was no clapping, cheering, or any standard signs of "mariment" that occur after singing the song. The following afternoon, my neighbor sent me a wall of text in which she continued to lie. She said that the gathering was very small, only for friends, so it didn't even cross her mind to let me know when she saw me earlier. She also said it was the first time they had hosted more than two people over this entire year. I honestly had to laugh at that. She said when she first saw my text, they lowered the music volume and told the friends to quiet down. So she admitted that she saw my message, but made no mention of any birthday affair. As for the furniture rearranging, she explained that it's been a part of a long-term project, and added more lies like how they had just received a dining table, and bookshelf they'd been waiting on for eight months. Not only would I have seen such large packages in the stairwell, but also why share so much irrelevant information if being truthful. Finally, my neighbor said that they will be hosting two more events next week, another small gathering of four friends next Wednesday, in honor of her partner's birthday, and a larger gathering on Friday, again, for his birthday. Like I said, she made no mention of singing Happy Birthday the night before. Who would host three birthday parties over two weeks? It was all false. She followed up five minutes later with a second text that explained she was late to respond because she's been in back-to-back sessions. So I finally had written evidence of her talking about these sessions. I didn't respond to the text. I refused to engage her or her partner any further. They continued to play music and stop around that evening, but I had my boyfriend and a friend over who heard everything invalidated me that all of this is absolutely maddening. On Friday, I finally called my building manager to explain everything. She needed to understand that something very strange and potentially dangerous is going on above me. Thankfully, I was finally believed. It turns out my building had no idea that she was running some form of a business and hosting group events. I thought they at least had a vague awareness. The building manager said they would get the attorney involved ASAP to review their lease contract and pursue action. She asked for all my evidence, including written communications, a personal written account of verbal communications, audio recordings, and footage of ceiling damage. I've been taking videos of these ceiling cracks over the past few weeks to demonstrate how quickly they're growing. I made a Google folder that divided each category, dated every piece of evidence and sent. I was so relieved. It felt like some form of action was finally in motion. I assumed the building attorney was working on a case against them over the weekend, so I ignored their relentless music plus jumping. But today, Sunday, my neighbors have been hosting yet another gathering since 11.30 AM. I've been hearing heavy bass, sporadic jumping, and chatting on their patio for going on seven and a half hours now. While I've continued to collect my evidence, I decided to wait until tomorrow to check in with management. Around 5pm, I was quietly sitting on my couch, went out of nowhere. I heard the door open from above, someone jogged down, and then pounded on my front door. I didn't move a muscle. The person on the other side waited for about a minute. I thought I heard keys jingling, and then they slowly were protruded back upstairs and shut the door again. Honestly, I have no idea what's going on now. The music plus jumping increased after the knocking incident. Maybe they were testing if I was home, but I'm rattled by how I'm feeling watched when I'm mining my own business. At the same time, I want to keep laying low to protect myself. I still have very little information about this group. They are clearly escalating. Three events planned within one week. Despite added pressure from everyone around them. In the meantime, I edited a new video with my recent recordings, including the creepiest happy birthday of all time. Footage of the living room sealing out damage, audio recordings from the gatherings, whenever my neighbors succeeded in making contact, or I'm notified about a solid resolution, I will update the post. Please don't comment with remind me notifications, but to whoever is listening, thank you for supporting me during this insane, neighborly crisis. Once it's all over, I hope I never have to meet these two quacks ever again. And then the OP adds some new audio and pictures of the new sealing damage, and also adds the audio of the creepy happy birthday clip, and it is truly disturbing. It's like a horror movie found footage clip. I'll play a clip now. And yeah, that's just so creepy and disturbing. And I mean, that happy birthday clip is just so eerie. And I would lose my mind if I had to hear that rhythmic jumping all the time. But I don't know how the OP puts up with it. But the OP comes back a few days later with one final update. And let's get into it. This reads update attorney letter aftermath. Hey, everyone. Sorry for the delay. Last week was unexpectedly chaotic. So I figured I'd wait until I had a better handle on the current situation before updating. Tuesday evening, my boyfriend and I were making dinner when we began to hear a standard outburst of stopping and clumping overhead. While I've continued to document the most egregious incidents since building management promised to pursue legal action, I've also tried to block out some of the sounds for the sake of my mental health. My boyfriend pointed out the shenanigans from above. He was genuinely startled. To which I replied, I told you it's maddening. About 15 minutes after the upstairs settled down, my flimsy front doorbell rang. I crept over to look through the people and cringed. My neighbors were on the other side of the door. Standing like statues with hands behind their backs, and heads cast down. Their determined stance signaled that there was no way they would leave until I answered. If I chose to ignore, I knew they would either return, send a text or stock me on the street again. Since my boyfriend was present, I figured this confrontation was the safest option. So I waved him over with fear in my eyes that conveyed all he needed to know. When I opened the door, There were no fake smiles. However, in typical fashion, my neighbors began the conversation with a misdirection. I just wanted to check in with you since you never responded to my text, the woman said. Was there something in the language, or. keep in mind, our final text exchange had been over two weeks prior, so I knew that was not the point of their visit. I told her, the language was fine. I just didn't know what to say. From there, the gaslighting and denial campaign took over in full swing. I told my neighbors that we had just heard commotion minutes before their arrival, which elicited reactions of pure shock. We were just drinking tea. Chuckles? Yeah, we were just sitting on the couch drinking tea. The rest of the conversation, which I tried to end three times before they finally got to the point of their check-in, went similarly. Every statement I made was returned with expressions of bewilderment as if I were speaking in tongues, and every response was riddled with lies. At times, the couple would accidentally contradict themselves, such as that one Wednesday party was the first time we had people over in 2022, since 2020, right since 2020. And we didn't have any other parties that weekend, especially not on Sunday. Sunday is when we have our dance class. Yeah, and we were hung over on that Sunday from our party. They also claimed they're too old to be partyers, even though they allegedly held three birthday parties in honor of the guy. As my neighbor's a dancer, her body language became amusingly expressive, as if her motions would somehow sway my opinions. At one point, the woman said, "I think we should resolve this right now, while underlating her arms toward herself than my direction. It looks like she was attempting to send energy waves at me." How about this, she proposed? How about one of you? You? Motioning at my boyfriend with both arms open. Come up to our apartment right now and walk around, swirling finger in a counterclockwise circle above her head. I get tell she really wanted to invite herself into my apartment. But she sensed that wasn't an option given my stoic demeanor throughout the entire pandering episode. I told her no, we were making dinner when they interrupted. At this point, my neighbors admitted why they had come. They said they had received a letter that was "aggressive" and included additional wild accusations. The guy asked point blank, "Did you involve the building?" I told them I did, because I was confused and they had not listened to my requests. I also said that I genuinely don't know what the letter says. The building manager told me to tell them that it was in the hands of management now. With that, both members of the couple said, "Okay, I said okay, and they awkwardly retreated upstairs. I shut the door, heart racing. I was so glad that my boyfriend was present to witness the gaslighting and valedate me. Every time I interacted with them, I'm less confused as to what was even said. Within 10 minutes of the confrontation, I received a call from my super. He said that, presumably, after our talk, the couple called him and asked what is going on. He said, "I don't know, I'm just a super." They asked a schedule meeting with him. He declined. The following day, it was clear that the neighbors were not happy. The woman moved their speaker plus subwoofer. Yes, they admitted they have a subwoofer in their apartment, back into the living room, and bumped it so loud that glasses on my bar cart were tinkling together rhythmically. I emailed the building manager with videos of the repaired ceiling, mentioned the confrontation, and attached a couple audio recordings of jumping that I'd taken amid riding the notes. It's true that neither my super nor I know the contents of the letter. Was it a warning or a notice that the eviction process would commence? But the building manager replied that she was sorry they came downstairs. She didn't understand why they felt the need to confront anyone, and hopefully the letter would do its job. While all of this sounds like I've made my situation worse, there's now a silver lining of hope. After the increase in music plus jumping on Wednesday and Thursday, I noticed a stark change on Friday. I started to hear a commotion as if the couple was either sound proving their entire unit or in the act of moving. Think, rearranging furniture, but for real this time, I heard items being dragged, loud bangs, and a power drill. The moving style activities continued throughout the weekend, including Sunday morning, when I saw a professional cleaner working in the building stairwell. I was leaving for a day trip. Of course, they would not be evicted at the drop of a hat. However, I think it's possible that the letter angered the couple enough to make the arrangement with the building. If they leave on their own terms, they won't be penalized for breaking the lease. The only other in-person encounter I've experienced since the conversation was on Sunday evening. My boyfriend and I were unloading our friend's car, which was parked outside the apartment building after our day trip. It was taking some time since my boyfriend couldn't find my jacket he borrowed. Since I was preoccupied by the jacket, I didn't give any thought to the neighbors. Right as we geared up to shut the car doors and say goodbye, I looked up to see my neighbors crossing the street, about 15 feet in front of our car, while holding hands. They both looked to their left, made brief eye contact with blank expressions, and then continued forward. Naturally, this could be a coincidence, but the front window of their apartment has a direct view of the street out front. It was also somewhat late to be going out on a Sunday, and they didn't enter any of the businesses that are opposite our building. If they had wanted to avoid me, I was quite conspicuous while holding a pumpkin. They could have walked on the sidewalk behind us. I asked my boyfriend if he saw them too. He did. I'll ask my super if he knows about any developments, including a potential move. The neighbors are still here, obviously, but in the meantime, my ring camera arrived. I'll be installing it outside my door this afternoon, which will give me a better sense of what's happening. I'll update again if I receive confirmation that they're heading out the door once and for all. If they aren't, I expect my ring camera will provide evidence as to how many slash how often people are participating in the jumping routines. When I woke up this morning, I immediately heard some of my overhead light fixtures shaking as the neighbors danced music with hand drums, plus a singer shouting in a foreign language. So my torture continues, but signs point to a peaceful, or at least a peace, restoring, resolution on the horizon. One user says, "I just found your story and all of this, and the dirt rituals on the patio are making me incredibly unsettled. Because if they are compassionate, death people, and she helps people with their grief while tossing dirt and an unknown substance around that's holding water, all I can think of is ashes. Cream-aided dead people that are being tossed around and settling under the planks to absorb water and turn into a gross black sludge. I am genuinely afraid of whatever kind of disturbed people these are, because clearly with the gaslighting creepy smiles and blatant lies, something is wrong here." And the OP responds and says, "Yeah, I've also speculated that there could be ashes in the plant soil." I didn't want to share too much about the compassionate death stuff in my main post, since I know it's a controversial topic, but the groups they're involved in seem extreme for this realm. My neighbor has been the credited photographer for people on their journey to death. They've hosted oxygen removal parties, and one of these parties failed to achieve the death goal, so they had to do it a second time. I also think something is very wrong, so I hope they get the heck out and move away ASAP. And we have never heard from the OP ever again, and hopefully the OP's doing better now, and I wonder what happened to those strange neighbors. Church in the Woods posted to our slash, "Let's not meet." I posted this on our slash backwards creepy, a while back on my throwaway account. My wife suggested this subreddit might find it interesting as well, so here it goes. I grew up in Ohio in the 70s, and me and my childhood friend Joe were outside all the time we could manage it. Joe lived on a farm that boarded a pretty big forest, and my parents would drop me off in the morning, and we'd stay in the woods all weekend. We only come out for a second. for school. We loved pretending we were frontiersmen. We'd build shelters, traps, practice making fire with sticks, the whole nine yards. When we got to being a high school, we got this notion to pull a stand by me. This was based on the movie of the same name that had just come out. The idea was that we'd walk the railroad tracks out into the country, but instead of looking for a dead body, we'd find cool bridges to fish from and camp a little ways off the tracks. Of course we knew this was dangerous and we would likely be trespassing, but we were kids. We had a lot of fun. We did find beautiful rivers. We discovered bridges that no one went to. We fished. We hid from trains. At night we camped in woods just near the tracks and made small hidden fires. Nothing bad ever happened. It was idyllic. In fact, it was so fun we did it multiple times. Never had a problem. After high school, me and Joe went on our own ways. We both left home, but always stayed in touch and always tried to coordinate visits so we would see each other occasionally. Well, one summer, in the mid-90s, it worked out that we were both in town for the weekend. We'd do stuff with the family in the day and at night we'd either catch drinks at a bar or sit outside Joe's house around a fire and talk about the old days. One night, me and Joe got to talking about our standby meet trips. Well, nostalgia and beer are one hell of a mix. Soon, we decided to take a day, walk the rails, camp one night, and walk home. The day came. We started out early morning. We had my wife drop us off in their old spot where we used to start right outside our hometown. She thought this was absolutely crazy and made sure to mention it. When she pulled away, Joe suggested that instead of walking the usual route, we'd take the opposite direction, just to be a bit adventurous. We knew the land well, we had a map so I gave up what the hell and off we sat. The day went fine. It was fun and a little sad but in a good way. We found a bridge and sat on the edge, smoked a joint and moved on. We had no fishing gear but we brought some canned food and other stuff. Before the night started to set in, we picked a spot to camp. It was a thick, forested area. Trees on every side of the main train tracks so you felt like you were in a tunnel. We had brought small hammocks to sleep on. But before we set them up, we decided to do a little scouting on the perimeter. Now this is what we used to do in the old days too. We'd walk the area around a little bit to make sure some dudes' house wasn't just over a hill and we were actually camping in their yard. We walked maybe 100 or so feet into the woods and up a small incline. We figured if we didn't see anything from on top of this short hill, we'd be fine. But when we got to the top, we saw an old building down at the bottom. About 100 yards into the woods, it was barely visible. We pondered over what to do. We both assumed it was a sugar shack or something because there didn't appear to be a clear road into it. From where we were, there didn't look to be anyone in it either. Always quiet, no movement could be seen, no lights. We decided to walk a little closer just to make sure. We came down the hill very slowly and as we neared the building, we saw it wasn't a sugar shack at all. It was an old church. It looked like it had been abandoned for years. It was a squat, sagging building whose wooden planks were almost black from years of moss and rot. A cross still stood on top of the place, also weathered black. None of the windows had glass and there were no doors, just open doorways. We got close enough to see inside. There were rows of pews and a built up section in front of a preacher to stand on. We didn't go all the way in. We didn't want to. Beyond all that, there was no sign of anyone else. No footprints, no paths, no roads. It was an abandoned church. We left immediately and went back up the hill to our spot we had picked a camp, having a hill between us and the church made us feel better. But we were still a little uneasy. We chalked it up to the natural creepiness seen a church in the middle of the woods would elicit. Besides, at this point it was dusk, and we just decided to rig up our hammocks and go to sleep and move on at early morning. Night setting. And as we lay in our hammocks and shot the shed, we began to hear something in the direction of the church. Our conversation about it went a little like this. Do you hear that? What is that? It sounds like people singing. We both slid right out of our hammocks and hunkered down, straining to hear more. We listened for a minute or two, and the singing continued, but it wasn't getting any louder. Finally, we decided to creep back up the hill and see if we could spy where the sound was coming from. We could still move very quietly in the woods from the old days. It was second nature to us. The moon was barely out, but it provided enough light, so you wouldn't walk right into a tree, but it was near pitch black. We didn't use flashlights as we crept slowly up the hill and we didn't talk. When we got to the top, we saw light in the distance. It was coming from the church, and the singing was coming from inside. Joe and I put our heads together and had a hushed conversation that boiled down to, "Can you believe this?" The light looked to be candlelight from the way it flickered. And though we tried, we couldn't make out what was being sung. It sounded like church music, but in another language, we sat and watched for a while, trying to see who was in there, but we only saw occasional shadows. We had no intention of getting closer either. We had about a football field length between us and we aimed to keep it that way. The singing continued for a bit, and then it stopped. After that, a booming male voice began to chant. I was already freaked out, but this voice thoroughly scared the crap out of me. It sounded like some old Testament preacher you see in movies. But again, it was like he was speaking in a different language because we didn't understand a single word. Eventually, it got to where the single male voice would say something, and then a bunch of voices would answer in song. This lasted for a while, and then they all broke into this long, sustained whale that just kept getting louder. It got so loud and so disturbing that I covered my ears, then it stopped. At this point, I was just getting ready to say let's get the hell out of here. When Joe put a hand on my shoulder and hissed, they're coming out. We were far enough away that we couldn't make them out really well, but what we could see was a line of figures walk out of the open doorway. All holding hands in a single file line. We could see some of them had flashlights, they began to sing again, and the light from the flashlights began to move toward us in the hill. We booked it back down to our campsite, grabbed our stuff and ran to the tracks. Once there, we ran down the tracks in the direction we had come from. After a few minutes, we stopped and looked back. We saw lights coming down the hill. They were moving erratically, like whoever was holding them was shaking them. We continued to run in spurts and walk as fast as we could. We eventually stopped seeing the lights and came to a road. By our map, we knew a small town was about 15 minutes down it. And we walked there, got to a 24 hour gas station and called my wife to come get us. My wife and other friends all just thought it was kids messing around. But I heard those voices and they sure as hell didn't sound like kids to me. I'm not sure who those people were, but it was definitely the creepiest thing that happened to me out in the woods. One user says, "Jesus Christ, that's a great story." I wonder why those people decided to do Mass at that church, in the middle of the woods at such a late hour. It's probably safe to assume they weren't some Christian folk because of the low location. I didn't go to a regular non-abandoned church. It could be some wick-a-drew-wick pagan stuff, but those people are into nature. And I think they would rather do rituals outside. the stars and not in some decrepit building. Satanists sound a bit too far fetched to be honest, but there are some cults here and there and they would definitely pull some stuff like that. Freemasons are around though. A lot of them in fact, but I don't think they would go around and old forest churches doing spooky stuff. They are usually smart, well-schooled, and rather serious people, for something as silly as that. So I guess it could be some supremacist stuff, don't know how strong they are in that area because they are freaky idiots who would do stuff like that, or some local unknown cult. That sounds like the best bet I think, or it could have been some kids messing around. 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