People Describe The Creepy Moments That Made Them Distance Themselves From Former Friends

 From Redditor /u/EmberVayne:

She loved misery. I was driving her to work (she lived on my couch) and she was sobbing hysterically in the passenger seat. She really hated her job and was an unbalanced person. We come across a horrible wreck, tears dry up instantly and she gets this huge smile. I’ve never seen her so happy.

I ask what caused the sudden change and she starts laughing like a lunatic, side-splitting giggles. She says that it looks like there were some fatalities due to the wreck and seeing it just made her day.

I was pretty disgusted/creeped out. She was absolutely chipper for the next two days.

From Redditor /u/2ndlawofthermo:

Didn't want to be around this person who was just bad energy so I created distance. One day she walks into my workspace and pulls her blouse to one side and exposes what looks like a tic-tac-toe looking grid she has cut onto her chest. She screamed: THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON’T WANT TO BE FRIENDS ANYMORE!

From Redditor /u/BiscuitInFlight:

Classmate gave me a ride home once because my car was in the shop. She tells a joke and it's pretty funny, so we laugh about it for a good 5 minutes. Then she keeps telling the same joke for the next 15.

Lo and behold, there's a 15-mile traffic jam on the way back. So here we are stuck, between 0 and 5 mph for the better part of 2 hours, while she's STILL TELLING THE SAME JOKE. So I pretend to fall asleep, and kinda tune out into my own world behind closed eyes. But she is trying her damndest to shake me awake, because she's not done dragging that joke through hell and back. Sorry, but I'm committed to the role at this point.

Tossing slightly, occasional light snore here and there. For all looks and intent, I'm out. She eventually pulls up to my place and I decide to finally let her "wake me up," so I pretend to groggily pull myself together. Classmate goes "if you don't wake up, I'm going to light this on fire and poke you."

I'm not paying attention until I [hear] the flint of a lighter being struck. Looking to my left, this girl is holding a plastic spork up in front of her like the OLYMPIC TORCH. I don't know what chemicals are in this thing, but the flame is freaking blue and I'm staring at it in disbelief thinking there's no way she's gonna stab me with that, right? Right?

WRONG. Next thing I know, she's [sticking] the pointy end into my forearm, fire and all. My brain processes this for a good second before I yell "WHAT THE F*CK," rip the now congealing plastic out of my arm and stomp out of the car.

She texts me with an apology, saying she didn't know what came over her and I politely etch-a-sketch her from my brain. So yeah, one of many silly stories permanently etched into my arms.

From Redditor /u/cornpee:

Creepy Larry (not his name). Holy sh*t.

My friend was dating this guy who had a pretty weird background. Parents did cult-y things, no one really knew where he came from, etc. I've never seen the warning signs of a serial killer so clearly exhibited. The dude would find half-dead roadkill, finish them off, and then hoist their bodies from trees until the flesh was gone so he could turn their bones into jewelry.

I only met him once, and I'm not especially good at reading people, but I'm not an idiot. The dude made all the hair on my neck stand up. He had a really flat affect and didn't really seem to understand how to interact with anyone. Just sat in the middle of a party silently drawing a picture. I think it was some sort of face, but the features were all wrong and distorted.

At one point in the party he brought out wooden LARPing swords and hit a kid so hard he passed out, and then didn't tell anyone what happened. Just left him there on the ground and went back to the party to keep fighting with people. He's not with my friend anymore but works at my local grocery store and has the coldest stare I've ever seen.

F*ck Creepy Larry dude.

From Redditor /u/b1rd:

When it finally dawned on me that all of his “friends” were teenagers, most of them girls, and that I wasn’t just “so mature” for my age that a man in his early 20s found me exceptionally fun to hang out with.

I tried to discuss this with some of my girlfriends that he was “friends” with, but none of them saw the issue. I remember saying, “What would a 21-year-old guy be getting from hanging out with a bunch of 13-15 year olds?” and feeling like the answer was just so obvious, how could they not see it?

And they were all so offended at the concept that maybe we weren’t just the coolest people alive. Amber even said, “Because we’re more mature than normal 14-year-olds”. But we’re still 14, Amber! Why is he not hanging out with people from his college?

So I just stopped going out with them when he was around. They eventually stopped hanging out with him after he “dated” and subsequently broke up with a few of them. Stuff like that makes my skin crawl now as an adult. If I ever have kids I don’t know how I’m going to feel comfortable letting them ever leave the house alone.

From Redditor /u/ChunkyMunky666:

I remember growing up with people who went through those Scarface and gangster phases, and how a lot of them were just huge try-hards who wanted the world to know that they were "bad." This one guy, all he would do is just smoke weed, and I remember how I asked my friend who was friends with his little brother what was up with him since he was always skipping school just to smoke weed, skateboard and get into fights.

I ended up finding out that he broke his little brother’s arm and killed his pet parrot by smashing it repeatedly on the dinner table.