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 the anonymity implies there's no limit to what people will share. Or maybe you just know it's (probably) all true. Or perhaps you start wondering who in your life has stories like these. It's why the internet exists.
Whatever the reason, people want to share their secrets online, and other folks love to read them - a win-win for catharsis and entertainment. Some of these secrets are truly spine-tingling. Tales of inbreeding and stalking, or bodily function stories that you can never un-read. There's even murder.
It makes you wonder what's actually going on behind all of the normal facades we see each day. Because the truth is, people are downright creepy. And reading their secrets is enough to give you goosebumps.
From Redditor /u/theeelisreal:
Sometimes I watch people being murdered or abused physically when I'm jerking off. Sometimes it's the only thing that gets me off.
From a former Redditor:
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 dildo. 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.
From a former Redditor:
It's a shoebox, or at least once was, and whenever I masturbate 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.
From Redditor /u/ahemsoaptin:
I once took a sh*t in the bathtub and then realizing what a horrible mistake I'd made, I flung it into a hole in the wall.
My parents renovated and patched up the hole. So now there is a 15-year-old turd in between the bathroom and kitchen wall of my childhood home.