When it comes to creepy stories, Reddit is basically the holy grail. There's something so morbidly satisfying about confessional horror stories from real people on the Internet. Maybe it's that the anonymity seems to mean that there's no limit to what people will share. Or because you know it's (probably) true. Or you start to wonder who you know has stories like this. It's what the Internet was made for.
But for whatever reason, people want to share their secrets online - and other people love to read them, a win-win for catharsis and entertainment. And some of those secrets are truly spine-tingling. Tales of inbreeding, stalking, bodily function stories that you can never un-read. There's even some murder in there. It makes you wonder what's actually going on behind all of the normal facades we see all day. Because the truth is, people are downright creepy. And reading their secrets is enough to give you goose bumps.
The Ultimate Revenge
I was [assaulted] by my grandfather from the age of eight to eleven or twelve. I had to go there after school every day to be babysat until my parents were done at work. I told my Mom after about six months or so; her response was "don't tell your Dad, it would really hurt him" (he was my paternal grandfather). I gave up trying to tell anyone else for about a year, and then I told my cousin, who is four years older than I am. Her response was anger, and asking me how I could dare to speak out against our grandfather that way.
Fast forward to when I was 16. He had a stroke and was in hospital with pneumonia. The whole family (aunts, uncles, etc.) went to see him for some reason that I don't recall, and we were all visiting and hanging out. My uncle was in the hall with my little cousin, and at one point called everyone to come see because she was starting to take her first steps. So everyone gathered in the doorway facing out, or in the hall, and I was left sitting beside my grandfather's bed in a chair. He started coughing. I leaned over and took his oxygen mask off. It was so surreal. He was gasping, and my heart was pounding.
I was waiting for someone to turn around and see, or hear him, but they were all intent on watching my little cousin, and they were all being so loud. It only took a couple minutes, but felt like hours. I put the mask back on him when I knew he had passed, waited a few minutes, and then yelled for my Dad to come in because "grandpa looked weird." I remember my face was burning hot, thinking they have to know, someone is going to know.
No one knows.
The Darkest Turn-On
Sometimes I watch people being murdered or abused physically when I'm jerking off. Sometimes it's the only thing that gets me off.
In The Flesh
I f*cked my best friend's wife while he filmed it, but I'm in love with him.
We're best friends. I'm not...attracted to him but when I think of one person I would be happy spending the rest of my life with, it'd be him.
The thing with his wife started a few years ago when they were engaged. Basically one night of drinking led from one thing to another and that was that. We're all close so we talked about it the next morning and they wanted to know if I'd like to be their living, breathing d*ldo. Being 23...I said yes.
I didn't realize what I felt for him until he was in a bad motorcycle accident. I only heard about it and assumed the worse since he speeds a lot. I was hurt a lot and cried a lot. His wife called and said he was ok, so I went to the hospital with her. It was weird like tunnel-vision when I saw him. Really strong feeling I've never felt before. I hugged him and didn't want to let go.
The Shoe Box That Must Not Be Named
It's a shoebox, or at least once was, and whenever I m*sturbate I c*m into it. I've had it for two-or-three years now, so it has a fair amount... It smells atrocious, and I tried to burn it once. When I lit it on fire, it was too damp [so] it simply sizzled and didn't manage to actually light up. Turns out burning c*m smells awful, so I had to spray it with a deodorant body spray just to get the old smell...away. It also has some drenched papers stuck to it. That's pretty much it.