It's easy to share dark secrets with strangers on the Internet, especially when you can hide behind a screen name. These creepy stories, pulled from Reddit, contain shocking secrets that the contributors never shared with anyone else. Included in these horror stories are secrets about hearing voices, dark thoughts, and even a confession of taking another's life. Read on to see what other secrets are being hidden.
IT guy here, it's amazing what people will do on their computers and say in their emails despite having to sign a waiver that all computer activity at work is monitored and recorded.
I have half the company's banking, social media, and personal email account info and passwords. I know who is secretly banging who at the office behind their spouse's backs. I know who is cybering at work and jerking it in the bathroom almost daily. At least they tell their [intimate] chat partner they're running off to the bathroom to jerk it, I personally haven't felt the need to check the validity of that one.
I know when people are having marital problems, financial problems, I even know one person here had their children taken away because a social worker found [coke] in their house. I know who is [falsely filtering] money, I know when people get fired for completely bullsh*t reasons (like they just want to replace them with someone younger and nicer on the eyes), and I know who my boss is buying Xanax and Vicodins from.
Basically, I have a treasure trove of my coworker's secrets. I won't actively do anything with this info, but it's nice knowing I have the [evidence] there if something were to ever happen.
Two-and-a-half years ago I was in dire financial straights, so I sold my home to keep my struggling business afloat. I neglected to tell the owners that they have an 800 sq. ft. bunker on the property that I built about seven years ago. The bunker that I've called home since I sold it. The entrance to it is well-hidden, but I still come and go very early/very late in the day.
I'm a single man who keeps to himself. I'm now in a situation where I could move somewhere else, but I love this hidden paradise so much.
I run a cake business, charging people hundreds for wedding cakes. Every last one is made using Pillsbury cake mix I buy for a dollar-a-box at Walmart.
I suck at baking. Every time I've ever tried to make a cake from scratch it sucked. But baking is, somehow, my whole deal. My friends all call me the cake girl. It's like my whole life is a lie. People compliment my cakes all the time. Telling me how delicious they are. Telling me it's so much better than box mix cake. Telling me they could never bake a cake so delicious.
Well guess what? For $1, they too can make a cake just as delicious. Just add oil, eggs and water. In my defense, I love cake decorating. I make all of the frostings and fondant from scratch. I just hate baking cakes! I base my prices mostly on the decoration of the cakes and not of the cake itself of that makes sense. Still, no one knows about this except my husband. Even my best friends think I slave over the oven mixing and baking these [darn] cakes. I have been doing this for YEARS. If anyone knew my business and reputation would be in the toilet for sure. I keep telling myself I have to learn how to make the cakes without the box mixes, but I never do it. I feel like such a sham sometimes.
I once helped out a female friend's family by taking care of their cat for a week. Every day for a week, I would go over there and snoop around their house. I found my friend's diary, and proceeded to read the entire thing.
I used this information to get her to like me, and she is currently my wife.