When I was 16, I met a 27 year old man and began dating him. Yeah, I know, first red flag. But I was 16 and thought I was grown and he told me I was so mature blah blah blah. Plus 16 is the age of consent in my state, so it was legal although still creepy. Anyway, his children's mother found out I was dating him and sent a message to me through my friend that he had been abusive to her and had tried to throw her off a bridge once. 2nd red flag. Then he gave my mom a ride to work and after one conversation, my mom told me I had to break up with him. She said he was obsessed with me and gave her murderer vibes. That's what really got my attention. My mom never really forced me to stop talking to boys because I was very rebellious. She felt like she could have more control if she gave me the freedom, because at least she would know who I was talking to since I wouldn't have to sneak around. So for her to tell me I had to get away, it was serious. I listened. I broke up with him the day after Valentine's Day. Then my mom died in June and he brought another teenage girl to my mom's funeral. On Thanksgiving that same year, he killed the girl he brought to my mom's funeral. That was 26 years ago, and I still feel grateful to my mom for seeing what I couldn't see. That could have been me, and my mom caught the vibes. Mom unknowingly saved my life before she died.
Wow! Bless your mom. She was smart! She sounds like my mom. I was rebellious too and she couldn’t stop me so she gave me a lot of room and loved me. ❤. I turned out fine too. ❤❤
@DeeLite220 yeah the thing I loved about that was that I could talk to her about any and everything. I didn't ever feel the need to hide things from her or to sneak around and get into a lot of trouble. She talked to me and gave me real life advice and trusted me to make informed decisions. And I turned out fine too.
So glad you got out of that. Your mum is the best for being so straight with you. I feel many wouldnt do that. Do you know if the nonce murderer is still in prison. They should be
Yeah, some of the common signs for someone becoming a serial killer are like: hurts or kills animals, head injuries, abusive or neglectful home (not that all abuse victims will become murderers, but the ones that are having anger issues/low empathy/violent tendencies aren't gonna be corrected by parents that don't give a damn about raising functional kids). The bedwetting alone shouldn't be taken as a sign, it is just a common feature found in serial killers because um, most of them have abusive or neglectful homes which are high stress environments. High stress makes it likely to keep happening. So it keeps happening for years and years.
I was also surprised at the mention of this supposed relation between bed wetting and murder. Appears to be an urban myth still being thaught in Criminology classes. There is no such link according to Karen Franklin Ph.D. in her article for Psychology today, posted 2nd of may 2012
I wet the bed until I was 10 and so did one sister, and we were NEVER abused. We both just slept so heavily that we didn’t wake up. I remember my mother taking us to the drs for it and we had sensor mats put under our sheets and a light would flash red and an alarm would go off waking every in the house except us 🤣. Thankfully we grew out of it, it was extremely embarrassing.
I truly believe that the "gut feeling" is our subconscious brain noticing patterns that are off. It could be anything from they are acting strange or the pupils are too big. But the subconscious observatory in the brain goes, "Wait a minute!" You should ALWAYS listen to that feeling
When I was in uni, I was out clubbing with some friends. A couple of guys came over to say hi, normal looking, fairly attractive guys. I think they sorta knew one on my friends (like in the same college class but didn't really speak to each other much). This guy gave me instant terror. I have never felt anything like it. It was like someone dunked ice water over me. He wasn't acting perceivably weird, just going round saying "hi, I'm x nice to meet you" to everyone. I could not look at him, couldn't speak at all. Was literally just trying to run away/keep people between us. It was like being in a room with a serial killer. My friends were asking me why I was being weird - saying "why won't you just say hi?", and as the last one left by now, he kept trying to approach me and get me to say hi back to him. I couldn't vocalise to anyone what I was feeling. I just remember the smile that came over his face when he saw how scared I was really creeped me out (maybe it was just an awkward smile of 'why's this girl being so weird'), just felt to me like he enjoyed my fear. Eventually gave up, talked for a few seconds with my friends then left (we were upstairs, he went downstairs). I was paralyzed for a while, couldn't really speak much, just begged my friends not to go downstairs, a couple did go down shortly after and I was terrified for them. The rest/majority of us stayed up for a while. I couldn't relax at all the whole night. Was just on absolute high alert, trying to keep all friend group in sight at all times (particularly/mostly the women), never really managed to properly tell the others how he made me feel. Luckily we all were fine and got home safe. I expected to see him on the news! I can't remember his name or face now. I felt a bit bad for acting so scared, as he hadn't done anything wrong, and I still don't know if he has ever done anything wrong. My gut just said absolutely not, and I trust my gut!
@@herstoryanimatedI've had that feeling before. Usually i can tell when people are a threat but I'm not like, unsettled. I think the feeling only happens in very few situations where the person has something wrong with them. Most of the time people are relatively normal, look normal, and just do bad things. Anyway the time i can remember that feeling, this guy was stalking around Walmart with this dead look on his face. Eventually I realized he was intentionally walking in figure 8s down the aisles opposite of me so we would keep having to walk toward each other. He looked at me like he absolutely hated me which he probably did. But still a dead look in his eyes. When i realized i would have to walk toward him again i pulled out a "tool" and changed the pattern i was walking in to get away. I legit thought i was in danger. I don't really scare easy but i was like that guy is going to try to ____ me. Anyway i found out he was like tackled the next day by a bunch of dads at Walmart and then arrested. He was showing "it" to the young family members of those dads. Sorry, i have to phrase everything carefully to get it to stay up
When my son was a toddler, the guy I was dating (still friends) had a friend crashing on his couch. She set off my radar like crazy. I told bf that he had to choose, if he had her around I would not be because I did not want her around my baby. Only time in my whole life I've done the "her or me" thing. He chose her, and we broke up. Fast forward a couple years and one of her other friends mothers has been treating her like a daughter, taking care of her, feeding her, buying her gas, etc. This evil woman got a couple druggy friends and set up this sweet old lady, they murdered her and robbed her house. I had no conscious reason why I didn't trust this woman, just a feral "raised by wolves" instinct. So glad I trust my instincts!
The boy who tried to get help makes me so sad; he tried to stop himself but couldn’t. Mental illness is very real, and I hope one day it won’t be treated with such stigma.
@@yoshijb9428 Nowhere in my comment did I say that. It’s just what you choose to infer. It’s not an excuse, just context. That doesn’t make it right, but it does provide perspective. That’s all.
@@yoshijb9428 You should feel lucky that it didn't affect you so bad then. Just cause you made it through alright doesn't mean everyone will. Your tone is a bit concerning though since no one mentioned you or what you're talking about, so maybe you're not as okay as you think.
My step brother. I have 3 step-siblings (my dad's wife) who are all older than me by a significant amount. They were all teens or adults when I was a young kid. I lived with my mom, so I didn't get to know them well. The step brother this is about is the one I was closest to, because he was the least mature of the siblings and lived with my dad and his mom even into his adult years. I didn't visit often, but when I did I made an active effort to get to know him. He is mentally ill, schizophrenic and ADHD, kept going on and off his meds due to delusions or feeling better and wanting to not rely on them anymore. He was sweet and always nice to me, but also very reclusive and didn't come out of his room a lot. Rarely, on his good days while I was there, he would take me out to do fun things like go to the zoo or the beach. When I was old enough to talk to him in depth about stuff, we would have long conversations about music and art. He had interesting views on things, and was very funny. I still remember these things fondly, which makes what happened even more confusing. I knew he could be dangerous if left without his medications, but never suspected he'd hurt anyone. He brutally killed my dad and his mom. As far as I understand, he used a wrench and beat them both to death in the trailer where they all lived together. According to police, it seemed like his mom was the real target and my dad was just in the way, because the violence was a lot more focused on her. He had tried multiple times in the weeks leading up to get himself committed to the hospital because he was afraid of himself, but they turned him away. I will never forgive the hospitals for this. He knew he was dangerous and tried to get help, and they shoved him out the door and let him kill two people, destroying so many lives in the process. He tried to kill himself after by taking a ton of his prescription pills, but failed. He confessed in full, in detail, so he was lucid enough to remember the act and deemed sane enough to stand trial. He asked for the death penalty, but didn't get it. I know he feels intense guilt, and as much as I want to hate him and know his actions are his own, I can't. It's not completely his fault. I still remember my brother and not just the murderer.
Damn, that is awful. I hope you recover/recovered from this terrible incident. If you don't mind me asking (you absolutely do not have to answer, alright?) is there a reason why most of the attack was directed at his mom? This may be an insensitive question to ask and I am truly sorry if it is. Like I said you do not have to answer my question and I hope you have an amazing day!
@@faydayamazingdayI'm doing okay now, it's been several years since then. It still sucks, missing my dad never goes away but it's manageable. As for your question... I'm not sure, honestly. I imagine it maybe has something to do with residual trauma from his childhood. Before my dad, she was with several men who were extremely abusive and she wasn't the type to find it in her to protect her children from the harm. He was abused by multiple of her exes, he told me once, but never went into detail. I only know this from bits and pieces of it I heard from her, my dad, and him over the years.
@@gloomy-k Oh wow, that is awful. May your dad rest in peace. You should also feel proud of yourself for getting through all of that, you're much stronger then the average person and you deserve to have many good things in you're life. I hope you're much happier today and I wish you the best of luck in the future, no one should go through what you have gone through.
People who are genuinely sorry, don't think they deserve a chance. Huge red flag when someone "apologized" and then expects their consequence to go away.
But also some abusers use the "I don't deserve another chance" as a guilt tripping mechanism to trick you into being the one comforting them instead of them making up for their shitty actions
My gut feeling has kicked in a few times, seemingly at random, like 'don't take that route, go the other way', 'don't make eye contact with this person', 'take the next train'. Nothing happened to that first train as far as I know, but someone might've been on it. If I get a strong feeling like this, I always listen to it.
It's true. And just because something didn't happen to someone else on the train doesn't mean it wouldn't have happened to you. Could be a guy who sees you and wants to follow you off etc. But since you weren't on the train and he didn't see anyone he wanted to follow he did nothing. Or he did and it wasn't reported etc. Always listen to that voice, because it always has your best interest in mind. It's you after all. Your subconscious.
This could be a sign of ocd or schizophrenia. But also is something some people do and can be normal. But you shouldn’t lean into this kind of thinking to often, it can leave you paranoid
@@Maziemaze16there’s a significant difference between a gut feeling and paranoia. like there was one time i remember vividly that i experienced it. it was in high school, there was a popular girl that everyone liked. she was pretty, social and charming. she even actively tried to befriend me, so nothing was really weird about her. but i remember this one event, when i was sitting on a couch in school, she approached me, with her acquaintance in tow, and struck up a conversation with me. nothing out of the ordinary, i don’t even remember what it was about. but it was her eyes. i looked into them, and there was this distinct sinking feeling in my stomach, like fear but not quite. i learned later on that she was quite the pathological liar, and went around telling everyone how ‘scared’ i made everyone. i also remember never really trusting her even before all this. some people are a different kind of dangerous, and it’s not always about violence
I've also had that feeling kick in before. Just that "get the fuck out right now" sensation that you can't explain or understand but you just know you need to listen. It's eerie. Saved me from getting mugged at least once, maybe more but idk. If that feeling kicks in, I'm not questioning it though. It's there for a reason.
When I was 15 I met and fell in love with another 15yr old girl. We had to be very secretive because her father was a pastor and our relationship was wrong. One day we were hanging out near the canal her father found us, cuddled up and watching the water. I've never been so scared of a human before or since. He was terrifying. She went missing, he killed her. He tortured her until she renounced her sinful ways, he had men help. (Yes that means what you think it does) he planned to turn me, the police showed me the letter and plans he had made. I was in for worse then his daughter because I was the sin, he took his own life five years into his sentence. Apparently.
Geez! So sorry that happened. Unfortunately there are a lot of wolves in sheep’s clothing in clergy. I’m glad he didn’t get you too. His poor daughter.
That genuinely sounds like a horror movie. I cant believe that "father" was willing to torture and kill his own daughter. Must be absolutely horrifying knowing his plans for you, i wouldnt even want to know about it as it freak me out so much. Religion is crazy, how does it make someone do something that awful and still have them believe its correcting a sin. Isnt killing yourself a sin as well? Wishing you all the best
@@Britishblue. The father du-mb why he even become a pastor when he be doing stuff like that, one cannot clean someone’s sin but only themselves. I honestly have a hatred towards people who become a pastor and think everything they do is holy, like in this case, I’m not even a Christian.
We lived near a guy who ended up killing two little boys. He was VERY creepy, and my big brother told my little brother to stay away from him. Guy got executed in Florida for his crimes.
@@Britishblue. Agreed. The victim's parents were devastated, and Florida is not playing around. I don't believe in the death penalty, but those weren't my boys.
Yeah. People often think that the non verbal parts of our minds aren't as intelligent as the parts of us that can put into words why we feel like we do.. it is every bit as intelligent but it's also a whole lot faster than our verbal minds. It's not infallible, but it often has a reason for setting off alarm bells inside of you. Listen to it. There will be a reason for it that you can figure out later. You can apologize if you overreacted.. but this sense can save your life. That is what it is designed to do. ❤
People who usually get this vibe have gone through lots of experiences in life, or have extreme aware of their surroundings, and can pick up on body language, social cues, etc. Our intuition is no lie, yes. But a lot of comes form reading what is going on around you. If you get that "gut feeling" 9 out of 10 times it is as @janemba42 said your survival instincts picking up on a threat.
Yep. Hundreds of thousands of years of cumulative subconscious patterns and expectations from our brains towards others or just the general environment.
“Vibes” are intuition and intuition is a complex mix of understanding body language, emotional intelligence, the ability to draw correlations, and other subtle little signals. Vibes are different for everyone and some people are more sensitive to certain things than others, but when they say “trust your gut,” they’re saying “you’re putting things together really fast on a subconscious level and there’s a reason.” Better safe than sorry.
And those are instinctual things, it's almost always better to be safe and short one guy who maybe could've been useful, then sorry when that guy murders you or your family. But like 90% of the time it's probably at least kinda wrong, not completely wrong but not perfect at all and it really depends on how much experience you have with different people.
This is also my advice to new parents. Trust your gut/intuition. Mothers know if a kid is sick or has a fever. So so many times I've read stories where parents seeked opinion after opinion after opinion and trusted their guts that resulted in major life improvements (if not outright life-saving) or prevented wrong procedures etc. Attuned parents just know.
@@justaguyfromredditexactly, esp when its rly just neurotypicals casting out and judging neurodivergent traits as usual smfh (coming from an autistic + adhder)
@@Scientist-dw6nlresearch has shown that people who suffer abuse (especially sexual trauma from a young age) are more likely to exhibit bladder dysfunction
In the very early 80’s, we had someone on the periphery of our friend group. He was the foster brother of a very good friend. There was always something off but he really just seemed a bit simple and actually made me a very nice coffee table for my 21st birthday. One night all of the boys had gone out and he turned up at my flat, which seemed odd at the time, but my sister had decided to visit so I wasn’t there alone. He didn’t stay long. Then in 1988, in a country town, a 12 yr old girl was found stabbed to death in her home. We saw him being interviewed by the news as he was a neighbour and we all wondered if he had had anything to do with it. He was arrested quite quickly. I worked,for the police at the time and found out that the poor darling girl was home from school as she was sick and her mum had gone to the chemist to get her some flu medicine. He stabbed that innocent child so many times. Apparently he had gone there to murder the mother. It certainly made us all wonder about that visit to my flat that night, him thinking that I would be home alone and fortunately wasn’t. Sick!
A kid I was at primary school with was convicted of murder when he was about 19/20. All I remember was he regularly had serious injuries. Broken arms, a broken leg, a burn. He was a hyperactive kid. With the benefit of hindsight, I now suspect he was abused. He just had one too many injuries. He was that kid who would climb trees and fences and that's probably why nobody thought too much of his injuries.
@@silverghostcat1924 oh most definitely. There was def something off about him. We were in the same class from Gr1-4. So I was 6-9yo. Then we were at same school but different classes. So my memory was based on what I saw as a small kid. But all was not well there. I also have no idea if someone perhaps called social workers. Maybe someone did. But psychological abuse? .... Oh yes, a very strong probability. This kid was also quite small compared to the rest of us. I can't remember him not having lunch, but I never played with him. But more than one old classmate told me they always thought he was too skinny. But hey, I was skinny too and I ate my folks out of house and home. Even s often I hear from classmates and the subject of Yassiem Harris comes up and every time we remember something different that today as adults we see as red flags
This is actually making me remember someone I knew in high school. I forgot I even knew a murderer - it was just so surreal to find out that's why he'd been missing for so long.
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God, listening to this one made me think of something that happened when I was in high school. It was in 2000. There was a really nice lady, mom of one of the girls on my softball team and my dad's co-coach, since he coached us. Just so sweet, the nicest person you've ever met. Always waved or stopped to talk when she saw us, waved if I drove past her, everything. She had a live in boyfriend none of her kids trusted, and I met him a few times. Just... real bad vibes. He seemed so... I dunno. Something just felt off. Anyway, it was right after my grandma died. I remember driving by to go to school and passing her van, and seeing her honk and wave and waving back. Still remember her face, her smile, her voice. The next morning I learned from some friends at school that when my teammate had gotten home from school with one of her brothers, who'd picked her up, they found their mom and the live-in-boyfriend dead. Murder suicide. There was a note on the counter, written by the live-in-boyfriend, that read "The money's yours. So is the house. It's done." It hurts to think about it to this day. I can't even imagine.
My baby brother, who is four years younger than me, was spoiled rotten by my mother until it wasn't cute anymore. By that point, it was too late. He likely had mental health issues but to my knowledge has never gotten a diagnosis. He would get extremely jealous if anyone but him received attention to the point of aggressive and eventually violent behavior. I've known he was going to be a criminal since he was at least 10 years old if not younger. We were told that we were not to fight back if he hit us, that we should tell a parent and they would take care of it. They knew, particularly our mother, and she would say that she was going to have our father deal with it when he got home but then never told him. She was effectively allowed him to physically abuse me. The older he got, the more sexualized it became (he would simulate forced oral on me by holding a banana against his crotch and push it into my face, for example). He was also stealing from me and would use drugs and alcohol when he was really too young to do so (around 12 or so). I realized he wasn't going to be stopped, no one was going to protect me, so I hid in my room and would escape the house as often as I could. Eventually, our other brother called the police and he was arrested at the age of 14 for sibling abuse. He was regularly in and out of boys homes and juvenile detention and eventually jail and prison from 1987 until 2003, mainly for theft or drugs. He was attractive, intelligent (though uneducated since he refused to do his school work , eventually dropping out in 9th grade with what amounted to a 6th grade education), artistically talented, and charismatic. He always had a girlfriend but most of them eventually were abused enough to be terrified of him. He was living on the street in New Orleans and working as a street pharmacist specializing in smak when he met a man who would buy cocaine from him. The guy like to have it injected and allowed my brother to do it for him. He trusted my brother and felt sorry for him so he would do his laundry and invite him over to his apartment. My brother was a theif, so of course he was casing the place. He injected the guy with smak so he would nod off and robbed him while he was out, but he came to faster than expected and my brother strangled him to death and then covered him a blanket and turned on the heater and the oven to try to mask when the crime happened. He then took the guys car and all the stuff he'd stolen and tried to pawn it all. He was eventually caught trying to escape the state when he was in the city I live in trying to change his appearance and the passengers in the car were acting suspiciously. He's serving a life sentence without parole. I always believed that had my mother stopped him from abusing me and had they gotten him real help for whatever his issues are, this never would have happened, but my narcissist mother enjoyed that he was hurting me.
Wow, I was thinking as I was reading this that your mother was probably narcissistic and your brother was her “golden child”. She created this monster he became. So sorry you had to live with that nightmare.
@@Jesusandcoffee3382 my brother wasn't the only person she allowed to abuse me, but to my knowledge, he's the only convicted murderer. I was raised so that it would be nearly impossible for me to live on my own and I think she fully expected me to stay home and take care of her and my father forever. When I got my first apartment at the age of 23, after both my younger siblings had already moved on, she started being more openly aggressive toward me. My father didn't normally side with me but I think it was mostly that he wasn't seeing what was happening as it was happening. She threatened to kick me out a few weeks before the apartment was available for me to live in because I didn't let her know I wasn't coming home after work and also attempted to "ground" me.I stood my ground and reminded her that she knew exactly where I was as evidenced by calling the house I was in to tell my cousin to wake me up (her sister called looking for me to babysit but I was at work) and I was not allowed to call after 9 pm unless it was an emergency. My dad took my side because I was right. She has reeled me back in multiple times over my adulthood, either living with her or living near her. When I realized what she was doing and what she was about five years ago, I moved out and went no contact as she told everyone what a horrible person I was and when she was questioned by her sisters about my sibling abuse allegations which included me reminding them that my brother is in prison for murder, she is now trying to claim that he's innocent. I spent years visiting him in prison and trying to help if he was innocent. All I found was more and more evidence that he was guilty and manipulating me. I demanded an apology and that he stop asking me for money and he stopped talking to me. My life has been much more peaceful without him and my mother in it. And with distance from her, I've realized all the things she did and said that I thought was normal was actually likely narcissism.
It's so heartbreaking. I hope you're living a nice life now. You didn't deserve all that, I'm sorry you had got that family. You've got a lot of strength and intelligence to get yourself out of that nightmare. Kudos to you! How did you get that self awareness? Did you go to a therapist?
Holy shit, when I was reading this story, I had to double check you weren't my sister. My younger brother was very similar, even the same age gap. Spoiled, never punished by our mother. Liked to hurt us, hurt our pets, and steal our things, etc. I was his favorite punching bag because where he was our mother's golden child and I her scapegoat, our roles were reversed when it came to our narc dad (yup, both of em!). I think the only reason it didn't get quite as bad with him as it did for your brother is because my dad never let him get away with shit while he was around and was harsh in his punishments (up to and including corporal). It was the only thing that my brother would take seriously, at least for a little while, until he forgot to be afraid. Hard to say how interrelated all that was, though. Our parents messed all of us up, and I guess for my brother, it manifested as early sociopathy. When we were little, he would get really pushy with us girls to do the whole "show me yours I'll show you mine" thing, with one instance of forced touching. Then when I was 12 and he was 8, there was a year where I woke up twice to him putting his hand down my underwear. The first time, I kicked him in the face, ran to dad, and he got the paddling of his life. Grounded for several months straight. As soon as he was ungrounded, he tried it again. This time, I tackled him and punched him in the face several times as hard as I could, and said if he ever did that again, or god forbid to my sister, I'd cut off his dick in his sleep. Then I still told dad. Honestly thought I wouldn't have the chance to make good on my threat, from how enraged he was. (I mean, not that I would have, I was just terrified of that boy, and sick of being the one who was scared). A whole year of no video games and not being to sit comfortably for over a week finally put an end to it. I think I'm very, very lucky that my father was able to put the fear of God into him early, or I might not be alive today. I was a very justice-oriented kid with a ferocious temper, so I was constantly trying to keep him in line, even though I was so scared of how little he cared about consequences or other people. I was very parentified because of my mother's unwillingness to actually parent, and even though I didn't love my brother, I still felt a duty to him, and knew he was being set up to live a ruined life, with likely collateral damage along the way. When my parents divorced, my dad got custody, but my siblings begged to live with mom, because he was harsh, and only I had really seen how crazy she was. I was forced to at least visit her, and good God, it was HELL every time. He was completely unchecked, which prompted me to try to check him, and then he'd try to beat me up. We were evenly matched by that point, so not very smart of me. It never had been, really, karate or no. Once, I caught him violating a "grounding" and told him to turn off the game, or I would. He ignored me, so I unplugged it. He flew into one of the worst rages I'd ever seen. It became a full out brawl in the kitchen. And when he fought, he was always aiming to do actual damage, but this time, I think he meant to kill me. He got me on my front, grabbed me by the hair, and started slamming my head against the floor. Thank god my sister heard, because she came running to help, and dragged him off enough that I could get free. I didn't run, not just because my sister would still be at his mercy, but also you don't run from a fucking predator. You subdue it, or you die. So I grabbed him by the balls first chance I had, something I'd never done before, and squeezed until he howled and went fetal. Told my sister to pin his arms, then sat on his chest, grabbed *his* hair, and made him look at me. "Enough!" Screamed it in his face. Once he'd gone quiet and some of the aggression had drained out of the situation, I told him this was fucking stupid, all of it, and that if he kept doing this shit, kept attacking people every time he got mad, kept breaking the rules, he was going to go to jail the moment he was out on his own in a world that would not give a shit about some asshole. That mom wouldn't be able to protect him from the police. That as smart as he was, he would still get caught, and then his life would be over. Down the drain. And he'd never be happy. That that was why I turned off the damn game. Because Mom wasn't teaching him any of this, Dad had only taught him to fear HIM, so someone had to help him be ready for the real world. I'm sure it was even less eloquent than my paraphrasing (I was 15), or how much got through. He just stared at me, wide eyed. He wasn't in fight mode anymore at least, so we let him up, and all retreated to our rooms. I took my sister to mine and locked the door, armed with some kind of makeshift weapon. I wasn't thinking of it in terms of "oh I was possibly almost murdered" but I think my body knew, and my mind knew how vengeful he could be, even when he was calm, so I wasn't taking chances with a wolf down the hall. No offense to real wolves. I think that was our last really major fight? But I was also doing my best to spend as little time around my family, period, around then. He calmed down significantly in his late teens, I guess moving from Conduct Disorder into full blown ASPD. Must have realized after all that being a constant shithead bully wouldn't get him anything in life without Mommy there to give it to him. We even had a couple conversations before I left for college, where we sat in my car and he was just asking me for my thoughts on deep subjects, and at the end said it was the most interesting conversation he'd ever had. I thought I was gonna cry. It's just such a shame, looking back, because even with the fucked up dynamics of our family, where we were always being pitted against each other by these two messed up, insecure, adult children, I liked being an older sister. My first memory was of sitting on my mom's lap talking to her very pregnant belly about how I couldn't wait to meet him. And doesn't that make this whole thing sound like the nightmare version of a Hallmark special? There were moments when the three of us were almost normal. Where he'd be in a good mood, and actually listen to me or let me help him with his homework, or we'd play video games together. If we'd just had different parents or if he'd at least gotten the fucking therapy he so desperately needed, we might have ended up close. My sister, too (we weren't, mostly allies). He didn't grow up to be a criminal after all, at least to my knowledge, just an alcoholic college dropout who's still a bit dead behind the eyes. It's probably going to kill him, and I shouldn't care, because he was my every nightmare as a kid. But he's the little brother I stood in front of, in addition to my sister, when they witnessed their first real rage episode from our mom, after choosing to live with her, where she was screaming and throwing things after we'd taken it upon ourselves to make the Christmas cookies that year. And I comforted them both the same afterward. I'll never love him, not really, but I can't not care, because no one else ever did. He was as much a victim as any of us. It's my parents who can go fuck themselves. (Edit: I was a bit embarrassed after writing all that out and said I might delete it, but I'll leave it up after all. I hope it helps someone.)
Went to college with this dude. He was super well mannered and nice to litterally everyone. No one had a single complaint about him. Good student, good friend, and good looking. I always had this thought in the back of my hwad that nobody is that perfect and happy all the time. Honestly, I worried that he was actually depressed. If you were one of those kids, you know. One day we had a gun scare on campus. Some people freaked, some stayed calm, but this guy seemed like he was trying to hide his excitement under a viel of being "calm and mature and a leader". Something about the waybthe corner of his mouth would twitch and a sparkel in his eye. I told myself I was reading into things, but I made sure to keep a distance from him after that. I was sure the dude had a death wish. Occasionally, I would try to talk to my friends quietly about if they thought something was up with him. Nobody did. Two years after graduating, I heard that the dude moved to Vegas and just snapped one day. Apparently, he beat his girlfriend to death, wrote a note saying he wasn't sorry, and shot himself in the head. No drugs were found in his system. Everyone was really taken aback by such a nice guy suddenly going crazy like that. I think he was wanting this for a long time.
I was friends with a guy who attempted to murder his wife, who I was also friends with. We were all friends in college and I thought highly of both of them. But initially, I absolutely did get that "weird feeling" about him. He made me uneasy. It was the way he looked at you sometimes, I think. He was a funny, smart guy, but he was kind of awkward and off-putting-- but in a group of nerds, awkward and off-putting is the norm. It took me a long time to like him, though. All my friends were friends with him, and we lived in the same house, so I was often hanging out in his vicinity. And since my friends seemed to like him, I pushed down my instinct and tried to be open-minded. And I got to like him, too. He was weird and I never knew what he was going to say or do, but he was so clever and getting a genuine laugh from him always felt like a massive win. I had a dream, once, after I started hanging out with him more, where he was smiling, turned to the side. When he turned around to look at me, I could see his whole left side, which was covered in terrifying black ink letters, all over his face and clothes and body, spelling out nonsense words and phrases. It scared me so bad in the dream that I woke up sweating. At the time, I did wonder if that dream was my brain trying to tell me he was dangerous. All those little microscopic red flags that my conscious mind was pushing down. I think it probably was. In the end, he had some kind of psychotic break and stabbed his wife nearly to death. She survived, but he was shot by a neighbor. She's doing okay now. Afterward, I wondered if my friends were also pushing down those little red flags all along, because when we shared the news with each other, the vibe about it was pretty strange-- everyone was SHOCKED, but no one was surprised, if that makes sense. It was like "oh my god I can't believe this happened to poor (wife's name), this must be so traumatic for her" but not at all like "I can't believe (husband's name) would do this." He wasn't mean or violent or anything, but there was just something super off about him. There was an edge. I think lots of people could sense that edge. But I don't think that we, his friends, were willing to understand that edge for what it was until it was too late. I have nightmares about him a lot now. I'm always at their wedding again. And he's looking at me in that dark way he had. And I know something terrible is going to happen and that no one is safe. It sucks because I had happy memories of him too, once.
I think some people may absolutely be more intuitive than others when it comes to reading people. Others trusting them does not mean you automatically should. I have autism myself and wonder if I also have that abilety, if I personally would notice if there was something really wrong with a person or its just missing. Some could be basically the opposite of autistic and be more intuitive than majority of people
@zakosist I am autistic, too, and my gut feeling is super strong. It's never failed me so far, and I always make sure to listen to it. I've always been observant since I was a kid. I was one of those kids that was considered shy because they didn't speak much. But it was mostly because I was still learning how to socialise, I guess, through observation.
I think sometimes people want to choose community by not making any waves but don’t realize that passive group think behavior actually puts the whole community in danger. My community ignored our feelings about the oldest member of the group who had been mentally abusing and/or sexually assaulting many of us for years. Years after he and his enabling wife finally left, we’re all talking about how he manipulated us from the start and how we should have listened to our instincts instead of going along to get along. It’s like your immune system. You don’t want it to be overactive, that’s how you get allergies and some allergies are actually deadly. But if your immune system doesn’t work against actual diseases, you’re actively in danger on a regular basis. I think those nightmares are you coming to terms with the fact that you were actually in danger more regularly than you realized.
@sabihasayeed1670 my gut feeling told me something was wrong with my dad for years. I always got this terrible feeling and considered calling the police on him a couple of times, but didn't, because i literally had no reason to. I also had undiagnosed mental health issues, so i ignored my instincts and thought i was going crazy. One day the police showed up and arrested him after going through all of his tech and finding cp. It was a bad day, but it felt like a weight had been lifted. He was also super neglectful and somewhat physically abusive but I never acknowledged it.
A friend of mine from high school, "John". He was smart, funny, kind, charasmatic, and had the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard. Unfortunately he had a horrible upbringing. His parents were addicts and very neglectful/abusive, so he was always couch surfing/homeless. During junior year he transfered to a different school and we lost contact. A few years after high school my husband was reading the local news and saw a someone he vaguely recognized and ask me if I knew him. It was John. He had fallen into hard drugs and accidentally shot and killed his best friend while high on meth. He served 5 years on a manslaughter charge. I havent seen him since school, but a few mutual friends from that time have told me he's out now and doing much better. He was a kind man stuck in a horrible situation. A truely hope he has an amazing life filled with happiness. Also my uncle. He killed a guy back in the 80s and spent 25 in prison. Idk the exact reason why, but I know his ex wife was party to the murder and ratted on him. He's now married to a really nice woman he met in a re-entry program and they have a 5 year old son and 20 year old step daughter. We're all very proud of how he has turned his life around. Super cool dude who makes a killer deep fried turkey lol
My wife was a teacher. One of her old students unalived his pregnant gf and tossed her separated cranium in a dumpster. We used to go support him at football games and other athletic events. It was really baffling to know someone that sadistic.
A girl I used to tutor when I was in high school ended up taking out her grandfather for abusing her, she was very nice, typical quiet teen, kept to herself and was very polite, but something was wrong about her, she would have that mile long stare and would listen to hardcore death metal at full volume enough to where the other students would just be wondering why. I’d just ask her to turn it down and without hesitation she’d bring the volume down, about a year after I graduated I read the story about what had happened that summer, I wish that I knew the signs of abuse earlier but she knew how to hide them well at times. I wish I could have helped her more than what I did in class.
There was a thing I read once. John Wayne Gacey fell off a swing when he was young and slammed his head onto the ground hard. This could've really influenced him. This is a common thing that has happened to killers. They have some sort of brain injuries from when they were young. Really freaky stuff.
The 'vibe' people get is cues they pick up subconsciously and instinct. Something about them does not align with typical patterns for that type of person. Maybe they are too confident or they look at you dead-eyed when they are smiling. Maybe the chemicals in their body and tenseness in their actions are suggesting anger and you're picking up on it that they're pretending to be sweet and happy and kind. But you should always listen to your subconscious if it is screaming 'Danger Danger Danger' rather than 'huh, that person's a bit odd'. Autistic people and schizophrenic people are often a bit odd but harmless when you know them better, people that make your brain scream 'DANGER!' are a threat you somehow and your brain is picking it up from info you don't even know you're obtaining.
This is so so true! I’m autistic and most people find us autistic folks a little odd. But there’s a huge difference between finding somebody a little weird and when the danger alert in your brain goes off!
That weird vibe is our lizard brain acting up. Something from our primordial instincts recognizes something in this person which makes the hair on our necks stand up and chills race down our spines.
@@myself2noone that's not really true but also the feeling isn't reliable anyway. Lots of situations and people are dangerous but the feeling doesn't happen. A lot of the time disabled people like me ping the feeling even though we're not dangerous, it's not a true indicator of danger
There was a kid I went to school with who was a couple years younger than me. He was always confrontational and aggressive with the teachers for no apparent reason. There was just something about him that made me want to avoid him. A year or so after he graduated, he murdering both of his parents. He told his friend he did so over the phone, and the friend called the police. The kid was arrested, but never went to trial because he hung himself in jail.
I know someone very well who grew up in apartment living. His aunt and uncle lived upstairs, and the uncle got frustrated with the aunt because she “wouldn’t stop talking.” He strangled her to death with a telephone cord and then headed down to this person’s family apartment to tell my friend’s parents what he did. The mom had the uncle sit on the sofa while she called the authorities. Everyone said how calm and collected their uncle always was, including that day. Now it gives them all goosebumps that they had a murderer sitting on their couch just chatting with them…
There's a theory that suggests that the "feeling" is based on a primate's need to recognize rabies in their troop. When rabies starts, the symptoms are subtle, but most monkeys and primates are able to quickly recognize the signs of rabies very early on. As we evolved, that instinct to detect abnormal behaviours stayed with us. So even though it's subtle, a lot of people get a gut feeling about messed up people. Even if at the time they said that the person was chill, or make up excuses to say that the person is nice, or that there's nothing wrong, they usually feel it too and set their gut feeling aside trying to rationalize things to themselves.
Rabies is the absolute most terrifying thing their is. 100% fatal once you have any symptoms. Dead. Gone. You'll have on average, 7-14 days from your diagnosis. And probably only 2 with your brain still comprehending anything. I would take those 2 days to take myself out, because the rest of the time left would be so agonizing and painful. It's a nasty way to go. Almost always 100 percent fatal. Yikes! 😳😳😮
@@IdahoRanchGirlit is truly horrifying & my heart breaks anytime I see an animal or case of a person with it. I did see a story of a teen girl in the States who actually beat it. It was a crazy experience, I think they put her in a medical coma at one point & if I’m not mistaken, she had to re-learn a lot of stuff. They tried something new or experimental to help her. Her recovery was super hard & super rare but she did survive it. Incredible
I can't speak for other's who've gotten that vibe, but the time I did it was while I was answering phones at work and the husband of a co-worker called. She wasn't available so I asked if he wanted me to take a message. He proceeded to launch into a whole dialogue about how she was cheating on him and how unfair it all was. Didn't sound angry, more the way you might complain to a good friend about something that's really bothering you, except I didn't know him from Adam and he didn't know me, so it was weird. When I let her know he'd called, I asked her if security should be informed but she said no, he wasn't anything to worry about. Less than a month later he attacked her when she was taking their children to school and shot her multiple times (in front of the kids, no less). He then ran off and wound up killing himself when the cops tracked him down. Thankfully, she survived. What twigged my antennae was his rant to me was outside the boundaries of normal social behavior and it made me wonder what other boundaries he no longer recognized. I think that's what it is for a lot of people. Sometimes it's unfair, because it's just some harmless cultural difference marking the person out as 'Other.' But sometimes not.
or neurotypicals just seeing someone different from them like myself (im autistic + adhd) and immediately assuming smth’s wrong w them and casting them out for it, which is extremely fuckin unfair and ableist. thats def more common than it being a cultural thing, esp when it comes to social norms considering we autistics quite literally CANT adhere to them, whether we mask it or not cuz its still there internally and it hurts to mask.
My mom’s old neighbor. He moved next door to her after getting out for manslaughter. A few years after he was arrested again for first degree murder. He was at a bar, drunk and probably high, a man bumped him and apologized, man left not long after, neighbor went out and got into a fight with the guy and stabbed him. The guy was literally celebrating coming home after being deployed for years. There were cameras outside and inside that caught everything. He got life without parole. The man had gotten engaged earlier in the night. Just so unnecessary and sad. I met the guy, he was remorseful about the first murder he committed so I didn’t think he’d do it again. I didn’t talk to him much since he was just a neighbor and not my mom’s friend but ya had no idea he’d do it again. He just seemed like a pothead biker dude.
Another person, one of my uncles.he’s not the one who actually did it but he got someone to get rid of his girlfriend’s husband. The day he got out of jail the guy called his wife and was never seen again. Everyone was talking about how my uncle was the one who got the hells angels to take care of the guy. That uncle has been in and out of jail for drugs and theft. I don’t really talk to him anymore, he’s homeless most of the time and I don’t live in the same state anymore.
Another uncle I had, he passed from a heat attack in his early 40s. He was in the mob, he was the guy who made people disappear. This was the 50s to the 80s, he’d rent cars and drive to Florida and return to Boston’s by plane. I didn’t know him well, he was a great uncle and we lived in a different state but everyone loved him. My gram talked about his funeral and it sounded like the characters in the godfather, the main guy was Sunny and just all the names of the people it was crazy how close his life was to the godfather but in real life.
I have known quite a few murderers or would-be in my life: 1. My uncle - drug dealer, pimp, drug trafficker. Despite all of his flaws, he was actually rather nice. At least to his niece (me), nephew (my cousin), and his son. He ended up arrested in Nevada for drug trafficking. Was sent to California, which made it his 3rd strike (after the 3 strike law because he'd been in and out of jail much more than that). Got 25 to life. Tried to order a hit on the judge, his attorney, and the prosecutor. Died in prison. 2. His son - He idolized his father so so much. He wanted to be just like him. We all tried to talk some sense into him, yes, even his father. Last I heard, he ended up in prison, too. Murder. 3. Step-father #1 - He had an affair with a prostitute. Everyone knew what she was but him. He found out that her "cousin" was actually her pimp/boyfriend. Shot him. Man lived. 4. A close family friend - I can't really remember much about him as I knew him as a child. Apparently, he was SA'd by a cousin that I did NOT like. He gave me creepy vibes. Last I heard the family friend ended up in jail for multiple murders. 5. Cousin - This one is by far the creepiest. I detested this man. He always gave me weird vibes. My family is one of "those" families. Everyone knows us. Couldn't walk down the street because someone would stop and say hi. Everyone also knew him. Hardcore gangsters/drug dealers was afraid of him. Said he gave them this weird fear. He murdered his wife and two little girls. I hope he rots. (He also assaulted me so there is that too).
Wow those are all close being family and all, I personally have known at least 15 none of them relation but close enough to I've either eaten with them or cooked them dinner ateast once .. a few not real tight friends but had ran around with quite often 1 set of serial killers well a couple that were both convicted of crimes but the husband did the most time and many believed the wife wasn't any part of it.. but every individual all lived within the same small area most within 1 county. But the serial killers and another individual who done his killing in his junkyard lived farthest apart but still only 45min drive from each other
I went to school, grade school, middle, and high school with an awful bully. He wasn’t a normal bully, though, he got pleasure by causing others pain. I always thought he was some kind of psychopath. And my suspicions were confirmed when about ten years ago I heard he went to prison for murdering his estranged wife he was going through divorcing, orphaned a few kids - after a particularly bad court hearing he hid in her car in the parking garage and strangled and stabbed her to death. I always knew he was evil, not just an asshole.
Here's one I can answer, I met this guy when I was 16 ( 42 now ) he had an obsession with unaliving small animals got out of there and avoided him as much as possible, in 2015 his wife went missing he claimed she had left him for another man and said she was starting fresh and didn't want any contact with anyone from her old life then in 2018 his new girlfriend disappeared, 2022 a man hiking up a trail with his dogs found the remains of his wife buried about 25 feet off the trail, he was arrested for the first murder and found guilty sentenced to life without parole and got a deal to reduce his sentence to life with the possibility of parole for leading the police to the girlfriends body
i have massive anger issues, and im told im really sweet. so hearing about the guy who was really sweet until he raged reminded me of myself if i were to continue at the pace i am, so im scared of myself
The fact that you are concerned means you are not like him, and you can get some help as well where you do need it which may just be learning techniques to control your anger or even just your response to it
You need deliverance. For real, there are demons of anger that can attach. If deliverance is not sought, they will overtake eventually. ALL horrific crimes have demonic attachments.
When did I know that something was "off"?! When the cops hauled him away. I never would have guessed! To me, he seemed as normal as anyone else in my town.
"Just like you and me, but one day couldn't hold back those dark thoughts" is just so 🚩🚩🚩 Like yes, some people get intrusive thoughts, but their response isn't "yeah, i want to do this." It honestly reminds me of a few people I've met that ask why i dont do bad things without christianity
Crazy how so many people have stories. There was a kid who was neighbors with my cousin and we all thought he was strange and he put us on edge. Tried giving him the benefit of the doubt, as he had special interests and a was autistic as well as adhd, but his ‘special interests’ involved pulling stingers from bees so they’d die, etc.. ended up setting my uncles barn on fire, teachers found a bucket list on him that included shooting up our school, and he topped all of this off by shooting and stabbing an old man on a walk in a well loved park the night before Halloween. One of my cousins friends ran into him the same night and reported him for having a knife and acting intimidating towards their group. Went to school the next Monday and teachers reported him for coming in well groomed and excited. Cops found a list in his bedroom, a kill plan, including things like ‘enjoy the hunt’ ‘pick prey’ and a list of all the tools and things he needed. Terrifying. He got life at 17 years old, fully intending to make a career in serial killing.
k can we stop w the "he was autistic and adhd" that has nothing to w it as someone who also has both. that guy was just fucking evil٫ please dont rope us into this٫ im fuckin sick of all the ableism and stereotypes and misinfo n shit in this comment section٫ let alone even the first 20sec of the video smfh. theres literally millions of neurotypical murderers٫ yet yall always target us and act like autism is a symptom of it let alone such a horrible dark thing to be٫ when i actually love (besides sensory issues n stuff) being autistic٫ it neurotypicals being like this that make it suck٫ not the autism itself smfh.
In our case, attempted murderer and stalker. I've been a part of the local tabletop group for several years, and the dude in question eventually was one of two guys who helped set up a shopfront mostly focused on tabletop gaming like Warhammer and board games in our area. They limped it through covid and while the dude usually didn't give much bad vibes he most certainly had anger and shittalking issues. One time when showing up I learned that he had threatened death threats as part of a heated argument against one of the other dudes heavily invested in the scene here and despite being threatened to take em back or be cut out he wouldn't, at which point he basically vanished off the face of the earth. One of the times I helped out at the shop was mostly focused on reorginizing the boxes of his stuff he had still there a year after he split and cut ties. About a half year after that, he had apparently tracked his ex-girlfriend across the country via apple tags and then arrived at her house with a shotgun. Police responded and winged him, and one of the things on news articles is him pleading with the ex through the door before his final termination. While the girlfriend got damaged by the buckshot, the arse took several shots and basically bled out. Not gonna lie, some of the locals from the shop were perhaps enthusiastic to set the record on anyone saying there should be sympathy for the shooter as well.
My ex boyfriend (we were 15 years old at the time) enjoyed elbowing me in the ribs, bouncing me off of the lockers, and generally being aggressive and angry towards me. He became more and more withdrawn until he became completely housebound. Eventually he murdered his mother then took his own life. His mom was the nicest, sweetest, kindest, most soft spoken woman I've ever met. He'd had some difficulties leading up to the incident but never, in a million years, would I have expected this outcome.
in 2004, i was about 12 years old, and I was at a christian summer camp whit a boy that seemd to be kind of emotionless, but i never thought that he would be capable of doing anything, but boy was i wrong. Fast forward about 8 years, and i was out partying. (legal drinking age is 18 here were i live) I called my mom to come and pick me up, but after a while she called me back and said, that she was unable to come, because the police had closed the road for safety reasons, because there was something going on. After a while i was eating Kebab at a kebab stand, where i suddently saw a car being chased by the police at a high speed, and the driver got caught at the harbour not far away where i was standing. Turns out, it was the same guy i was at the summer camp with. He had stolen a car, set a hotel on fire (which burned down to the ground) and had fired multple shots at the police. He got paroled, and was banned from drinking alcohol for a certain amount of time. During his parole, he attended a wedding anniversary, and ofc, he drank alcohol there. At an afterparty, he stabbed a guy in his throat, killing him. It was revealed, that he had been sexually assaulted multiple times at the hotel that he burned down, and nobody knew about it, because he had kept it in within himself.
How tf did he get paroled after that. I swear these guys are everywhere. Rap sheets a mile long and dozens of slaps on the wrist from the court system. Also, you're acting like claiming to be SA'd in a hotel is some sort of justification. Women are R'd all the time and don't act like this.
@@FoxExcess The Judgement system is quite lenient in Denmark, comparatively to USA. Many murderers do not serve more than about 12 years. I wasnt justifying anything. I just mentioned why he did it.
@@Goggarin1991 My post was about lenient sentences, and who said I was talking about the US? "These guys are everywhere" I said. It wouldn't surprise me happening anywhere. "How" was rhetorical. I'm not American, this is a problem everywhere. " I just mentioned why he did it." He did it because he's psychotic, not because of SA. Most SA victims aren't violent because of it, therefore it can't "be why" someone would destroy property that isn't owned by the perps and potentially hurt innocent people, then fire shots at police. When you say things like that you are minimizing/justifying his actions and trying to make the reader feel sorry for him, especially the last line.
@@Goggarin1991 Ok and? You're the one writing it here, you're the one saying "that's why" it happened while ending it with some sympathetic line. You also completely ignored the point and every other part of my post so I fail to see why you're even responding. If you aren't interested then don't respond, it's not complicated.
No clue. Nice, sweet guy. Lived with his with his mom and six sisters. Walked me home from the bar at night. He was stretched out on my couch with me when the when the news report came on. Three local men killed, shot at point blank range in a single night. I was horrified and told him I was concerned for his safety. He shook his head...and told me I was safe. It was weird. Three days later I had mutual friends banging on my door. WHAT??? No WAY was he the murderer. Yes. Yes he was. 💔 Another sweet, quiet friend was imprisoned for life. It was WORSE than murder.😱😱 Are we supposed to be afraid of the NICE ones? Oh, I've met others who were convicted murderers, but at very least they looked and acted in a manner that PROJECTS to others that they are dangerous. They wore billboards. I appreciate the honesty. Wear a SIGN for pete's sake!
It makes me curious as to what his relationship was with the three men? Your comments makes him seem like a nice guy. So I wonder if he had a motive or it was just random?
My good friend was married to Caius Veiovis. Guy gave everyone the creeps the second we met him. His nickname was Trash and we quickly realized it wasn’t a sarcastic name.
@@Vashtappening33 Yeah. But I heard him before I even saw him. He was in another room just running his mouth about someone and instantly decided he was a scumbag. Sure enough, he murdered three people not long after. Strangely enough, years later I worked with the guy that cooked his breakfast the day after and he and his friends were loudly laughing and bragging about it in the diner. Genius guy right there.
First story: why are the deceased parents always described as the nicest and kindest most loving parents in the world? Clearly they didn't love him enough to provide him with psychiatric help and medication, possibly for religious reasons. Literally every single case of parenticide I've ever heard of could be prevented with adequate mental health care, which the parents in question never provided.
There was this guy I went to high school with, let’s call him Mike, and a lot of my friends hung out with him but I never liked him. I thought he was manipulative and a compulsive liar. Everyone knew him and his brother were adopted by one of the new teachers (he taught 7th grade if I’m remembering correctly) and that they had lived in a much larger city before they were removed from their mother’s care. We lived in a “city” in Iowa, big enough that you didn’t know everyone but not so big that major rumors and traumatic events wouldn’t be known by everyone within a week of it happening. Anyway, Covid and online learning put me really behind and I was sent to the alternative high school. There was a guy there, let’s call him Dan, that everyone got along with and talked to. He was 23 I believe, was getting his crap together, getting away from drugs and had just gotten an overnight job at the local rim factory. I was placed at a desk that was right next to one of the windows that faced the parking lot and I saw this car pull up and just sit there for maybe an hour before they just left. They weren’t even in a parking spot, they just sat slanted in the middle of this small parking lot like they were waiting for something. I only found out later from someone who was placed at a different window that it was Mike and one of his buddies (they guy was five years older than Mike) and they apparently had a gun and were waiting for Dan to leave the building but got their times off (the buddy ended up confessing to lessen his sentence) a week later I come in to school and the teacher pulled everyone into our little lunch room and broke the news that Dan had been found murdered on a dirt road just outside of town and that a local farmer had found his body. Turns out Mike and his buddy essentially kidnapped Dan, drove just about two farms out of town before turning down a dirt road, pulled Dan out of the car and then killed him. All over the fact that Dan didn’t want to be a part of the drug life anymore. It was really sad, the school had to have a counselor come in and talk to the people who were closer to him. That year just ended up being a heartbreakingly tragic year as one of my classmates, a wonderful man with one of the kindest hearts, was killed while riding his bike to school. Someone ran him over, they hadn’t seen him as it was still dark out and he died on impact. We were graduating that year and the school did a lot of things to honor his memory. The seniors always get a custom sweatshirt/t-shirt design that the senior then purchases from the local custom clothing shop. They had the senior class listed on the back and at the very bottom, in the largest text on the back, was an in memory for him. At graduation, the seat where he would’ve sat was decorated and as people from my class passed it on the way to their seats each person left a rose on the chair. The people who didn’t get to pass it had put their roses on right before the ceremony. When it would’ve been his turn to go up and get his diploma, one of the teachers had bundled all the roses and had a separate bouquet of other flowers. They gave the bundle of roses to his mother and the other bouquet to his father as they walked across the stage in place of their son and they received his diploma. It was heartbreaking, his parents were in tears.
In our case, it was just common sense. My mom's best friend's MIL found a new boyfriend. Everyone on both sides told her to kick him out, but she refused. 6 months later, she's stabbed with 67 stab wounds. Mom's BFF was home that day and lived next door to MIL. She heard the whole thing. To her, it sounded like adult fun times. She was murderd on her balcony, so it was easy to hear. That dude had already done time for murder of his mother. Of course, he's going to murder again. Although MIL was a psycho Karen and everyone hated her, it was still not the way for her to exipre. Or anyone else for that matter.
I worked a closing shift with this guy named Jerome. I was filling in at his store and he was basically the guy helping me all day with that store's passwords and jobs etc. Super nice. Very helpful. Not quiet but not loud. Just a guy. He later went on to randomly select a guy on a bike trail one morning and beat him to death with a crow bar for absolutely no reason. In his mugshot he has the _biggest_ smile on his face. Kinda creepy thinking it was just me and him alone in a closed store for 45 minutes.
Story 6 is just tragic. My dad is a probation and parole officer, and he mostly deals with clients who have severe mental illness or whose brains have been addled by their massive drug use. He talks a lot about his schizophrenic clients and how several of them who accepted treatment regret not getting it sooner, as they recognize their illness contributed significantly to their choices to commit crimes. If mental health starts getting taken more seriously, a lot fewer people will suffer, both those with the illness and those close to them.
John was drunk, shirtless, laying in the doorway of the Variety Store so customers had to step over him. He was talking about wanting to cut some guy's balls off, and I listened for a while, puzzled, because older kids are interesting. He had long welts on his shoulders, wrapping around to his chest. Many years later, I realized they were from a whipping with a car antenna. Some of the welts had a dot at the end, from the button on the end of the antenna. I finally said, "I don't think anybody's gona let you do that, John." He fixed me with a withering stare, then said, "Ya TIE HIM UP, STUPID!" Oh... that was when I realized John was not like other people. He later became a serial killer.
I knew two murderers. One was in my Latin class and the other was in my honors History class. I would never have suspected that either of them would end up killing someone.
when my son father started being weird towards me for no reason then it turned into hatred for no reason, when I loved and adored this man. I moved an hour and a half away and I only would see him when he came to get my son. As my son grew older, he started to show hatred towards him for no reason. So, I slowly removed my son from his life. Something last year told me to google his name and I did mind you I have not seen this man in 10 years my son is now 18, so the google searched revealed he killed his brother's daughter and wife with an axe because they asked him to move out their house. Yeah, I knew something was off.
I think of the two narrators, I prefer this one for the serious ones. As the new narrator gets into the swing, I think he's getting good at the lighthearted stories! But this narrator has a good tone and insight for the heavy stuff.
My story is about my mom's ex-husband. He was fresh out of jail when they met and my mom, who has bipolar, was having a manic high at the time and was blind to all the red flags. They very quickly started dating and got engaged within a couple months. I got really bad vibes from him every time we met. I was 13 and avoided interacting with him at all costs, mainly because I blamed him for taking my mother away from me. I moved away to my dad's house and my mom and this guy got married, and he quickly showed his alcoholic side and became violent. My mom said the point at which she snapped out of her high was when she won at a game of cards and he got so mad he punched a hole in the wall, and she realized that was going to be her face soon. He admitted while he was drunk that he killed a guy when he was 16 and threw his body in the river. He said the cops would never find the body because the crabs would eat it. Two days before she left him they watched a movie where someone got dismembered and he cried all the way through and kept repeating that he "didn't mean to do it". That was what made my mom convinced he was telling the truth. She called the police the day she left but when they called the county sheriff in my state, the guy turned out to be buddies with the ex-husband so the investigation never went anywhere. When my mom told me all this it didn't surprise me, because he gave the vibe from the second we met that he had done some bad things.
My high school hockey goalie was a bully to myself and a few other players. My mom had gotten creepy vibes from him, but his mom was kind and volunteered for the team. Lo and behold, he lured another person into the woods and stabbed him multiple times. He’s now serving a life sentence with no chance of parole.
It is commonly known as a gut feeling. Most people have it, but some listen to it. The OP that had that gut feeling about the man who remodeled their mother's kitchen was right to feel that way.
15:06 i got that once. Local witchcraft supply shop. First time i went in there the man at the counter gave me that vibe. I almost fled the store, but his wife (the owner) came out and i hit it off with her. I learned to tolerate her husband, and i was there regularly. Money went missing from the store and the phone company kept billing her for charges she knew nothing about. One day, her husband was found dead in a ditch with his hands cut off - well known Hells Angels punishment for thieves. Yup. Learned to trust my vibes since, though its never been that bad.
I have an uncle to casually admitted to killing someone at a family gathering. He told us this story about when he was young, he and his co-workers decided to prank an old lady who worked with them. They had a water canon or something, and they were planning to fire it over her head to scare her. Instead, they knocked her over, she hit her head on the cement, and she died. My uncle's boss found out and decided to keep quiet about it. When my family heard this, they apparently just collectively decided to pretend they didn't hear it. Not that I think much could be done about it at this point. Obviously, it was an accident, but it was really weird how he just decided to tell us this story like it was no big deal. I don't think he's dangerous, but he does have blood on his hands. My aunt, who married him a few years ago, seems happy with him, and she hasn't been happy since... Well, ever. My whole life, any time I was around her, she was complaining about how miserable she was. Since she got with him, that has changed. She stopped hoarding, she's lost weight, and she actually seems to be enjoying life. So I have mixed feelings about my uncle.
@StellaAdAstra - I'm not sure if I even have enough information to do any good. I don't know the woman's name, the place of business, the year it occurred... I just have my word that my uncle said he accidentally killed someone I don't know the name of a long time ago. Not a lot to go on there.
Since it was an accident, he may have actually told you because he felt a need to confess, or " come clean" about it to see how you all thought of him after knowing. At least he told it BEFORE he married your aunt. She sounds like she needed a lot of patience, and maybe his ability to be understanding and kind and encouraging to her was HIS opportunity to be the human he wanted to be. He may have pulled a prank that resulted in a death, but if he has a conscience, that is a soul wound he will carry to his grave. The horror of causing an accidemtal death is a scar to his psyche also. Maybe he is grateful that someone can love him in spite of what happened. At the very least, I am sure practical jokes and pranks don't appeal to him anymore.
When I was growing up, I knew two people who ended up murdering people. Neither of them set off that gut feeling. One of them was a kid that lived up the street from me who I would hang out with fairly often. He ended up murdering someone during a botched drug deal and is serving a life sentence. As for the second one, he was an instructor at the karate school I went to when I was a teen, and was a second degree black belt. I never got any red flags from him. He always just seemed like a big brother type. He ended up beating his adoptive parents to death with a fireplace poker, and as far as I know, he was given two life sentences.
We had a resident admitted to the nursing home where I work whose son wasn't allowed to visit him because he had reportedly hurt the resident but the resident also had dementia and the son seemed like a great guy when he came to admit the father. The son would come visit every week with a big bag of snacks and other necessities. The day the resident was supposed to be discharged home, we get notice from the police saying they had found the son dead in the home he shared with our resident and another son who was mentally handicapped. The mentally handicapped son had been murdered weeks before, and the son I knew had just been living with the body for weeks. Once it was time for dad to come home, there was no way to hide it anymore so he unalived himself. The dad is still at our facility.
I believe the "Vibe." Is actually our instincts. Our hair stands on end to tell is when we are in danger. People like the dad who abused his entire family are the type of people these instincts would just pick up on somehow.
:( my family owns a dog grooming shop that makes me so sad i hope she or any other employees didnt abuse those pups (unfortunately its slightly more common than youd think from what ive seen maybe as much as 10-15% of groomers) :(((
My cousin is a murderer. She has/is mentally challenged and will always be. She was always desperate for boyfriends so she would often date these guys that would take advantage of her disability. She was really close to me for some reason but one day she creeped me out and i blocked her. A couple months later i saw her name on social media and the articles said her boyfriend,two other friends, and her were involved in killing her (my cousins) “husbands” ex.
It's important for everyone to KNOW that most murderers are just like you and me, because that knowledge that we could all fall, and the slight internal fear of one day slipping and falling ourselves is what keeps us from listening to those dark thoughts Dehumanizing all murderers and treating them like they're just something else and something was wrong with them from the start and they couldn't have lived normal lifes is a cop out for cowards who want to feel better about themselves
I’ve known three murderers in my life and all were stupid and spoiled rotten. They felt entitled to take whatever they wanted and didn’t care if they got caught. They figured they would get out of it just like all the times they got away with petty crimes before. Each one of them murdered someone that had something they wanted. In all three cases, they were arrested within 48 hours and charged with murder. One took a plea deal that spared him the death penalty. The other two pleaded guilty to second degree murder and got 15 years. Both served 5 years and got out and resumed their lives of crime. 30 years later, neither has ever held a job and both are suspected of having committed more murders. The only thing the learned in prison was how to be better criminals.
Honestly your summary is pretty spot on as far as we can figure: that "gut feeling" is just all the little cues and clues we pick up on, usually without realizing. Our brain gets all these signals but they're so small we don't always consciously know why so it just feels like a "bad vibe" Fun fact, a lot of people think dogs "knowing" someone is bad is actually your dog picking up on YOUR discomfort. We have a tendency to talk ourselves out of our bad feelings, but animals don't. Dogs can't like, "smell evil" but they know you and they know when you feel uneasy, and they respond to that!
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Sometimes nothing is off. My ex girlfriend recently drowned both of her children in the bathtub. She said that the voices in her head told her than they were going to come and kidnap her and her children and stick them in a dark hole and torture them. One day she said that she heard the voices telling her to do it today. She then went and ran the bath water and committed the most heinous crime that a person could possible commit. This happened just under a year ago and it still hurts just as much as it did the first day. Every day I will think about it and it feels like someone punched me in the gut and knocked the wind out of me. She never displayed a single sign in the over 20 years that I have known her. She was always the kindest and most bubbly person I've ever known. She was my first love and I never really got over her. The pain is unbearable some days. It is hard to comprehend how someone that I once thought that I would spend the rest of my life with could do something like that. And no.. time does not heal all wounds. This will be a pain that I will never get over. I still haven't talked to her since it happened. I don't know what to say. I will have to at some point to get some closure, but I'm just
On the topic of the 'vibe' you mentioned at the end of story 16, I believe it's the uncanny valley effect, if not, then something akin to it. It also manifests when neurotypicals can tell something is 'off' with a neurodivergent person. For those who don't know, the uncanny valley effect a phenomenon that people experience often with robots, where something looks not quite human, or looks human but doesn't act/move like a human. It's an unsettling feeling, and my personal belief is that it stems from the human brain wanting to get away from dead or sick people that may not look or move the same as a 'safe' human. With that information in mind, people with mental problems, be that socio/psychopathy, or something like ASD or ADHD, often don't have the natural knowledge of how to act 'normally', and despite learning over time, still will display mannerisms that are not normal. While the brain can pick up on these mannerism subconsciously, it cannot exactly pinpoint/identify them, and so the conscious mind just feels unsettles or uncomfortable. Therefore, in adults, you feel like something is wrong with the person, and in children, they often bully the kid that makes them unsettled, which often makes the situation worse. So that 'vibe' is, in theory, a safety measure from your subconscious brain. I would like to state that I am not a qualified mental health professional. I have not gone through any courses or studied psychology at all, so do not take my word for granted. It is all speculation based off of amateur research and personal experience.
Fun fact. Police sketch artists use the uncanny valley effect to keep their face in your mind. They would make cheeks really big. Make the forehead long snd thin. Something like that. Just to burn that image into your mind.
I wonder how many people that get jugded as "dangerous" by peoples intuition really just have something like ADHD or autism, but without being a real threat. Or if that perception is different between someone truly dangerous or someone whos just neurodivergent but harmless. And sometimes people who comitt murder apparently didnt set of these warning signals to people. Maybe the one jugding it was autistic themself, or maybe some murderers just dont have bad vides, they could be relatively normal mentlaly despite their actions. But a lot of cases peoples gut feelings are right and save lives. This theory makes a lot of sense.
I’m on the spectrum, but I also get that gut feeling about some people. It’s not as clear though, and it’s been refined as I’ve gotten older. The sad thing about growing up autistic is that you’re often emotionally manipulated without realising, since we aren’t as naturally inclined to “knowing” these things by instinct as most other people.
My mother was engaged to her soon to be third husband. I always felt so uncomfortable around him and when I found out they were getting married, I begged her to not to, but at the time, she said I was a kid and didn’t know what I was talking about. Well, after they had been married for three years, he was on the news with the woman he had cheated on my mother with. The two killed his brother over drugs and when they were checking the area, they found a barrel with another body in it of a missing woman. They couldn’t find any evidence that they had a hand in her death, but she was also a known junkie and found pretty close to where they were staying, so there’s a chance it could have been them too 🤷♀️. Unfortunately, he’s been released and my brother tells me he still comes into the local grocery store and will just stare my brother down.
when i was 13 my group ranging from 12-18yr olds would go drink in this field and there was this boy that’d always sit kinda far away but just watch us eventually i’d chat to him i remember being so drunk and he took me a walk through the forest when it was dark and he wouldn’t let me leave i remember just being scared and running and not stopping til i got to my friends, a month later his face was on the news because he killed his mum and sister and stayed in the house with their bodies for 2 weeks, i was 13 he was 19 he got 50 smfn years, im about to be 19 now and i think about him a lot it was months of watching our group before anyone even spoke to him maybe if we made friends with him earlier those 2 lovely ladies would still be here his sister was my age:(
This vibe 15:21 is actually our fight and flight response kicking in high gear! Some people extremely good survival skills and are highly attuned to our surroundings. Because of this our fight/flight response is always at the forefront. Think of using it when you meet certain people for the first time. Most people would just know.
Not exactly related to the topic because there were no signs to speak of but one of my cousins killed his sister and hid the body, he confessed when his parents came back home and they noticed she was gone, he just turned 18 a few weeks ago and will be serving 17 years in state prison
There's someone in my old class (back when I was in high school) that is in prison currently and I won't say too much about the situation but he was always smiling, constantly. There was this one time when he started being mean to me and he completely dropped his smile and he had such a serious face and I just didn't take him seriously he scared me since then. Teachers would kick him out quite frequently because he was always laughing or smiling and I found it so unsettling.
I don't know why but I keep focusing on the game in the background more than the stories lol. Yall ever considered making a gaming channel for the games you play in the background?
The woman who killed her husband, bf and dog are the most terrifying to me, the people who you can’t tell anything is wrong with. Imagine if she wasn’t being investigated for stealing, would she have kept killing without anyone knowing?
Never. I knew him from childhood, through church. We went to Sunday School together. His family were salt of the earth people who did so much for the community, and everyone knew them. His sister was my friend, at church and at school. A nicer family you could not find. He murdered his 8 months pregnant wife and their 2 year old daughter.. and said that they had left. It was so out of left field that his family stood by him, because the thought of him harming them was incomprehensible, until the bodies were found. He will spend the rest of his life in prison, the family still visit, but they only refer to him as ‘the boy’. It was such an horrific crime, period, especially in the community where we live, where these things don’t happen. The family just locked themselves away, but they had done nothing wrong, and so people reached out, and brought something of normalcy back into their lives. My heart still breaks for his family, who lost two grandchildren and for the family of his deceased wife, who lost a daughter, sister and two grand children too. Senseless, absolutely senseless and they are no answers as to why.
I didn’t get to know him myself, but my uncle. He shot his stepson, my cousin, earlier this year in the middle of the day following an argument, then took his own life a couple months later. My siblings all said they knew this would happen from when they were kids and met him, they just didn’t know when it would happen.
I’ve known a few. Never did anyone, ever guess they would kill anyone else. This weirdly happened in the Midwest after my family moved there from a very large city-where I knew zero murderers. There were four different murders with five people ending up dead. Thinking about each one still makes my stomach turn. Each circumstance was a _huge_ shock to everyone who knew them.
Since its midwest, muslims have a culture of honor killing, it could be that (not saying all muslims do or support it, but it definitely won't be separated from the religion and belonging society either). If it was an area with active war at that time in that area, that also explains it.
In actuality, murder per capita is a lot more common outside of major cities. So it’s surprising only if you don’t actually know that. www.cdc.gov/nchs/pressroom/sosmap/homicide_mortality/homicide.htm has a place to rank the murder rate. DC tops the list which isn’t really fair as it should be counted with MD or VA. New York, which includes NYC, villain of conservative talking points, has a rate of 4.5 per 100,000 people, while Mississippi tops the list of states at 20.7.
My ex boyfriend shot and killed his father while he was sleeping on the couch. This occurred after we'd broken up many years prior. He's in prison and his mom has become very close to my parents (he had been friends with my younger brother for years and my parents stepped in to support her after the situation was done). She is in her 40's and has repeatedly requested to be deployed (and has been) in order to stay away from the house as much as possible.
People who usually get this vibe have gone through lots of experiences in life, or have extreme aware of their surroundings, and can pick up on body language, social cues, etc. Our intuition is no lie, yes. But a lot of comes form reading what is going on around you. If you get that "gut feeling" 9 out of 10 times it is as @janemba42 said, your survival instincts picking up on a threat.
Riding in the car with my then- significant other (42M.) We were having a heated discussion and he began driving aggressively. I (42F) said that I was frightened and asked him to slow down just as he ran a red light. He looked at me with dark, angry eyes and roared at me that he didn't care if he killed us both. I left him soon after. About a decade later he went to prison for attempted murder after stabbing two people. The strange thing is that he was normally a kind, generous, funny, loving person. I don't understand why or how he snapped and did something so opposite to his normal behavior. I'm still struggling to make sense of it.
@@roadbone1941 Thank you for sharing your story. I can see that it takes hard work and determination to overcome those blinding angry rages. You are amazing! My ex is currently in prison now, serving time for the stabbing incident. My hope is that he will receive the help he needs so he can live a better life if/when he is released.
I met my new housemate the day he was signing the rental agreement. I didn't like him. He didn't do anything but my instincts told me he was just like the guy who sexually assaulted me in college. Yeah. His girlfriend moved in, and he turned out to be extremely abusive to her. He was also a drug addict. His behaviour escalated and I was homeless and couch surfing for six months because I fled for my safety after he started keaving weapons lying around the house. It's only a matter of time before he kills someone. When he's arrested for murder no one who's ever met him will be at all surprised.
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When I was 16, I met a 27 year old man and began dating him. Yeah, I know, first red flag. But I was 16 and thought I was grown and he told me I was so mature blah blah blah. Plus 16 is the age of consent in my state, so it was legal although still creepy. Anyway, his children's mother found out I was dating him and sent a message to me through my friend that he had been abusive to her and had tried to throw her off a bridge once. 2nd red flag. Then he gave my mom a ride to work and after one conversation, my mom told me I had to break up with him. She said he was obsessed with me and gave her murderer vibes. That's what really got my attention. My mom never really forced me to stop talking to boys because I was very rebellious. She felt like she could have more control if she gave me the freedom, because at least she would know who I was talking to since I wouldn't have to sneak around. So for her to tell me I had to get away, it was serious. I listened. I broke up with him the day after Valentine's Day. Then my mom died in June and he brought another teenage girl to my mom's funeral. On Thanksgiving that same year, he killed the girl he brought to my mom's funeral. That was 26 years ago, and I still feel grateful to my mom for seeing what I couldn't see. That could have been me, and my mom caught the vibes. Mom unknowingly saved my life before she died.
Wow! Bless your mom. She was smart! She sounds like my mom. I was rebellious too and she couldn’t stop me so she gave me a lot of room and loved me. ❤. I turned out fine too. ❤❤
@DeeLite220 yeah the thing I loved about that was that I could talk to her about any and everything. I didn't ever feel the need to hide things from her or to sneak around and get into a lot of trouble. She talked to me and gave me real life advice and trusted me to make informed decisions. And I turned out fine too.
Go MOM! And she knows.....she's been with you all along 🙏
So glad you got out of that. Your mum is the best for being so straight with you. I feel many wouldnt do that. Do you know if the nonce murderer is still in prison. They should be
Age of consent doesnt protect that if hes over 18 or so its still statutory rape
Bed wetting is not a warning sign for violent behavior, it is a sign of abuse, witch often leads to violent crimes
Yeah, some of the common signs for someone becoming a serial killer are like: hurts or kills animals, head injuries, abusive or neglectful home (not that all abuse victims will become murderers, but the ones that are having anger issues/low empathy/violent tendencies aren't gonna be corrected by parents that don't give a damn about raising functional kids). The bedwetting alone shouldn't be taken as a sign, it is just a common feature found in serial killers because um, most of them have abusive or neglectful homes which are high stress environments. High stress makes it likely to keep happening. So it keeps happening for years and years.
Yes it is, the dark triad
I was also surprised at the mention of this supposed relation between bed wetting and murder. Appears to be an urban myth still being thaught in Criminology classes.
There is no such link according to Karen Franklin Ph.D. in her article for Psychology today, posted 2nd of may 2012
I wet the bed until I was 10 and so did one sister, and we were NEVER abused. We both just slept so heavily that we didn’t wake up. I remember my mother taking us to the drs for it and we had sensor mats put under our sheets and a light would flash red and an alarm would go off waking every in the house except us 🤣. Thankfully we grew out of it, it was extremely embarrassing.
@karenglenn6707 well, clearly not everyone who wets the bed is abused, but lots of people who are abused as kids wet the bed.
I truly believe that the "gut feeling" is our subconscious brain noticing patterns that are off. It could be anything from they are acting strange or the pupils are too big. But the subconscious observatory in the brain goes, "Wait a minute!" You should ALWAYS listen to that feeling
When I was in uni, I was out clubbing with some friends. A couple of guys came over to say hi, normal looking, fairly attractive guys. I think they sorta knew one on my friends (like in the same college class but didn't really speak to each other much). This guy gave me instant terror. I have never felt anything like it. It was like someone dunked ice water over me. He wasn't acting perceivably weird, just going round saying "hi, I'm x nice to meet you" to everyone. I could not look at him, couldn't speak at all. Was literally just trying to run away/keep people between us. It was like being in a room with a serial killer. My friends were asking me why I was being weird - saying "why won't you just say hi?", and as the last one left by now, he kept trying to approach me and get me to say hi back to him. I couldn't vocalise to anyone what I was feeling. I just remember the smile that came over his face when he saw how scared I was really creeped me out (maybe it was just an awkward smile of 'why's this girl being so weird'), just felt to me like he enjoyed my fear. Eventually gave up, talked for a few seconds with my friends then left (we were upstairs, he went downstairs). I was paralyzed for a while, couldn't really speak much, just begged my friends not to go downstairs, a couple did go down shortly after and I was terrified for them. The rest/majority of us stayed up for a while. I couldn't relax at all the whole night. Was just on absolute high alert, trying to keep all friend group in sight at all times (particularly/mostly the women), never really managed to properly tell the others how he made me feel. Luckily we all were fine and got home safe.
I expected to see him on the news! I can't remember his name or face now. I felt a bit bad for acting so scared, as he hadn't done anything wrong, and I still don't know if he has ever done anything wrong. My gut just said absolutely not, and I trust my gut!
It's pretty much this! Read the book "the gift of fear" by Gavin de beker. Really eye opening
Absolutely!
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@@herstoryanimatedI've had that feeling before. Usually i can tell when people are a threat but I'm not like, unsettled. I think the feeling only happens in very few situations where the person has something wrong with them. Most of the time people are relatively normal, look normal, and just do bad things.
Anyway the time i can remember that feeling, this guy was stalking around Walmart with this dead look on his face. Eventually I realized he was intentionally walking in figure 8s down the aisles opposite of me so we would keep having to walk toward each other. He looked at me like he absolutely hated me which he probably did. But still a dead look in his eyes. When i realized i would have to walk toward him again i pulled out a "tool" and changed the pattern i was walking in to get away. I legit thought i was in danger. I don't really scare easy but i was like that guy is going to try to ____ me. Anyway i found out he was like tackled the next day by a bunch of dads at Walmart and then arrested. He was showing "it" to the young family members of those dads. Sorry, i have to phrase everything carefully to get it to stay up
When my son was a toddler, the guy I was dating (still friends) had a friend crashing on his couch. She set off my radar like crazy. I told bf that he had to choose, if he had her around I would not be because I did not want her around my baby. Only time in my whole life I've done the "her or me" thing. He chose her, and we broke up. Fast forward a couple years and one of her other friends mothers has been treating her like a daughter, taking care of her, feeding her, buying her gas, etc. This evil woman got a couple druggy friends and set up this sweet old lady, they murdered her and robbed her house. I had no conscious reason why I didn't trust this woman, just a feral "raised by wolves" instinct. So glad I trust my instincts!
Glad you listened to that feeling especially for your kids sake
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Pay attention to those feelings they could save lives, including your own.
that "feeling" yall are talking about is very real!
learn more about it in gavin de becker's book "the gift of fear: survival tactics"
Gotta be the biggest "I told you so" of all time
The boy who tried to get help makes me so sad; he tried to stop himself but couldn’t. Mental illness is very real, and I hope one day it won’t be treated with such stigma.
Story 27 omg, that poor person, I’m so glad they’re free of their sibling and can live freely now 💜
Don't give me that crap. I got abused/bullied my entire childhood. It does not excuse murder. Stop excusing monsters actions.
@@yoshijb9428 Nowhere in my comment did I say that. It’s just what you choose to infer. It’s not an excuse, just context. That doesn’t make it right, but it does provide perspective. That’s all.
@@yoshijb9428ffs what does abuse have to do with this? they were talking about schizophrenia, which even legally is not punishable in case of murder
@@yoshijb9428 You should feel lucky that it didn't affect you so bad then. Just cause you made it through alright doesn't mean everyone will.
Your tone is a bit concerning though since no one mentioned you or what you're talking about, so maybe you're not as okay as you think.
My step brother. I have 3 step-siblings (my dad's wife) who are all older than me by a significant amount. They were all teens or adults when I was a young kid. I lived with my mom, so I didn't get to know them well. The step brother this is about is the one I was closest to, because he was the least mature of the siblings and lived with my dad and his mom even into his adult years. I didn't visit often, but when I did I made an active effort to get to know him. He is mentally ill, schizophrenic and ADHD, kept going on and off his meds due to delusions or feeling better and wanting to not rely on them anymore. He was sweet and always nice to me, but also very reclusive and didn't come out of his room a lot. Rarely, on his good days while I was there, he would take me out to do fun things like go to the zoo or the beach. When I was old enough to talk to him in depth about stuff, we would have long conversations about music and art. He had interesting views on things, and was very funny. I still remember these things fondly, which makes what happened even more confusing. I knew he could be dangerous if left without his medications, but never suspected he'd hurt anyone.
He brutally killed my dad and his mom. As far as I understand, he used a wrench and beat them both to death in the trailer where they all lived together. According to police, it seemed like his mom was the real target and my dad was just in the way, because the violence was a lot more focused on her. He had tried multiple times in the weeks leading up to get himself committed to the hospital because he was afraid of himself, but they turned him away. I will never forgive the hospitals for this. He knew he was dangerous and tried to get help, and they shoved him out the door and let him kill two people, destroying so many lives in the process. He tried to kill himself after by taking a ton of his prescription pills, but failed. He confessed in full, in detail, so he was lucid enough to remember the act and deemed sane enough to stand trial. He asked for the death penalty, but didn't get it. I know he feels intense guilt, and as much as I want to hate him and know his actions are his own, I can't. It's not completely his fault. I still remember my brother and not just the murderer.
Damn, that is awful. I hope you recover/recovered from this terrible incident. If you don't mind me asking (you absolutely do not have to answer, alright?) is there a reason why most of the attack was directed at his mom?
This may be an insensitive question to ask and I am truly sorry if it is. Like I said you do not have to answer my question and I hope you have an amazing day!
@@faydayamazingdayI'm doing okay now, it's been several years since then. It still sucks, missing my dad never goes away but it's manageable.
As for your question... I'm not sure, honestly. I imagine it maybe has something to do with residual trauma from his childhood. Before my dad, she was with several men who were extremely abusive and she wasn't the type to find it in her to protect her children from the harm. He was abused by multiple of her exes, he told me once, but never went into detail. I only know this from bits and pieces of it I heard from her, my dad, and him over the years.
@@gloomy-k Oh wow, that is awful. May your dad rest in peace. You should also feel proud of yourself for getting through all of that, you're much stronger then the average person and you deserve to have many good things in you're life. I hope you're much happier today and I wish you the best of luck in the future, no one should go through what you have gone through.
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u should visit him it be good for him and for u
People who are genuinely sorry, don't think they deserve a chance. Huge red flag when someone "apologized" and then expects their consequence to go away.
This!
I never thought about it like this but yes you are right!
You‘re so right! This can also be applied to non-murderers.
Very true. You just described my abusive father perfectly...
But also some abusers use the "I don't deserve another chance" as a guilt tripping mechanism to trick you into being the one comforting them instead of them making up for their shitty actions
My gut feeling has kicked in a few times, seemingly at random, like 'don't take that route, go the other way', 'don't make eye contact with this person', 'take the next train'. Nothing happened to that first train as far as I know, but someone might've been on it. If I get a strong feeling like this, I always listen to it.
It’s Holy Spirit, you have a strong sense of discernment
It's true. And just because something didn't happen to someone else on the train doesn't mean it wouldn't have happened to you.
Could be a guy who sees you and wants to follow you off etc. But since you weren't on the train and he didn't see anyone he wanted to follow he did nothing. Or he did and it wasn't reported etc. Always listen to that voice, because it always has your best interest in mind. It's you after all. Your subconscious.
This could be a sign of ocd or schizophrenia. But also is something some people do and can be normal. But you shouldn’t lean into this kind of thinking to often, it can leave you paranoid
@@Maziemaze16there’s a significant difference between a gut feeling and paranoia. like there was one time i remember vividly that i experienced it. it was in high school, there was a popular girl that everyone liked. she was pretty, social and charming. she even actively tried to befriend me, so nothing was really weird about her. but i remember this one event, when i was sitting on a couch in school, she approached me, with her acquaintance in tow, and struck up a conversation with me. nothing out of the ordinary, i don’t even remember what it was about. but it was her eyes. i looked into them, and there was this distinct sinking feeling in my stomach, like fear but not quite. i learned later on that she was quite the pathological liar, and went around telling everyone how ‘scared’ i made everyone. i also remember never really trusting her even before all this.
some people are a different kind of dangerous, and it’s not always about violence
I've also had that feeling kick in before. Just that "get the fuck out right now" sensation that you can't explain or understand but you just know you need to listen. It's eerie. Saved me from getting mugged at least once, maybe more but idk. If that feeling kicks in, I'm not questioning it though. It's there for a reason.
When I was 15 I met and fell in love with another 15yr old girl. We had to be very secretive because her father was a pastor and our relationship was wrong. One day we were hanging out near the canal her father found us, cuddled up and watching the water. I've never been so scared of a human before or since. He was terrifying. She went missing, he killed her. He tortured her until she renounced her sinful ways, he had men help. (Yes that means what you think it does) he planned to turn me, the police showed me the letter and plans he had made. I was in for worse then his daughter because I was the sin, he took his own life five years into his sentence. Apparently.
Geez! So sorry that happened. Unfortunately there are a lot of wolves in sheep’s clothing in clergy. I’m glad he didn’t get you too. His poor daughter.
That's crazy ☠️☠️
Ah, another fake Christian. Why is he even a pastor, clearly he is lost.
That genuinely sounds like a horror movie. I cant believe that "father" was willing to torture and kill his own daughter. Must be absolutely horrifying knowing his plans for you, i wouldnt even want to know about it as it freak me out so much.
Religion is crazy, how does it make someone do something that awful and still have them believe its correcting a sin. Isnt killing yourself a sin as well?
Wishing you all the best
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The father du-mb why he even become a pastor when he be doing stuff like that, one cannot clean someone’s sin but only themselves. I honestly have a hatred towards people who become a pastor and think everything they do is holy, like in this case, I’m not even a Christian.
We lived near a guy who ended up killing two little boys. He was VERY creepy, and my big brother told my little brother to stay away from him. Guy got executed in Florida for his crimes.
@@Britishblue. Agreed. The victim's parents were devastated, and Florida is not playing around. I don't believe in the death penalty, but those weren't my boys.
The good ending. Those poor kids though :(
The vibe is your natural survival instincts reacting to a dangerous predator.
Yeah. People often think that the non verbal parts of our minds aren't as intelligent as the parts of us that can put into words why we feel like we do.. it is every bit as intelligent but it's also a whole lot faster than our verbal minds.
It's not infallible, but it often has a reason for setting off alarm bells inside of you.
Listen to it. There will be a reason for it that you can figure out later. You can apologize if you overreacted.. but this sense can save your life. That is what it is designed to do.
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@@a_diamondpretty sure it’s the same part that triggers the “someone or something is watching me” feeling
People who usually get this vibe have gone through lots of experiences in life, or have extreme aware of their surroundings, and can pick up on body language, social cues, etc. Our intuition is no lie, yes. But a lot of comes form reading what is going on around you. If you get that "gut feeling" 9 out of 10 times it is as @janemba42 said your survival instincts picking up on a threat.
No lol
Yep. Hundreds of thousands of years of cumulative subconscious patterns and expectations from our brains towards others or just the general environment.
“Vibes” are intuition and intuition is a complex mix of understanding body language, emotional intelligence, the ability to draw correlations, and other subtle little signals. Vibes are different for everyone and some people are more sensitive to certain things than others, but when they say “trust your gut,” they’re saying “you’re putting things together really fast on a subconscious level and there’s a reason.” Better safe than sorry.
And those are instinctual things, it's almost always better to be safe and short one guy who maybe could've been useful, then sorry when that guy murders you or your family. But like 90% of the time it's probably at least kinda wrong, not completely wrong but not perfect at all and it really depends on how much experience you have with different people.
This is also my advice to new parents. Trust your gut/intuition. Mothers know if a kid is sick or has a fever. So so many times I've read stories where parents seeked opinion after opinion after opinion and trusted their guts that resulted in major life improvements (if not outright life-saving) or prevented wrong procedures etc.
Attuned parents just know.
In vibes we trust
It is just a bias. You feel a lot of weird feelings, 90% you are wrong, you just remember the times you were right
@@justaguyfromredditexactly, esp when its rly just neurotypicals casting out and judging neurodivergent traits as usual smfh (coming from an autistic + adhder)
It's worth pointing that bladder problems is also indictive of abuse and can also line up with those problems
why is it a sign of abuse
@@Scientist-dw6nlresearch has shown that people who suffer abuse (especially sexual trauma from a young age) are more likely to exhibit bladder dysfunction
@@Scientist-dw6nl Why do you think? An abuse victim is likely to be constantly anxious, fear can lead to less control of body functions.
Not always though, autistic kids can wet the bed beyond what most kids do
i have bladder problems? are you acussing me of being abusive?
In the very early 80’s, we had someone on the periphery of our friend group. He was the foster brother of a very good friend. There was always something off but he really just seemed a bit simple and actually made me a very nice coffee table for my 21st birthday. One night all of the boys had gone out and he turned up at my flat, which seemed odd at the time, but my sister had decided to visit so I wasn’t there alone. He didn’t stay long. Then in 1988, in a country town, a 12 yr old girl was found stabbed to death in her home. We saw him being interviewed by the news as he was a neighbour and we all wondered if he had had anything to do with it. He was arrested quite quickly. I worked,for the police at the time and found out that the poor darling girl was home from school as she was sick and her mum had gone to the chemist to get her some flu medicine. He stabbed that innocent child so many times. Apparently he had gone there to murder the mother. It certainly made us all wonder about that visit to my flat that night, him thinking that I would be home alone and fortunately wasn’t. Sick!
A kid I was at primary school with was convicted of murder when he was about 19/20. All I remember was he regularly had serious injuries. Broken arms, a broken leg, a burn. He was a hyperactive kid. With the benefit of hindsight, I now suspect he was abused. He just had one too many injuries. He was that kid who would climb trees and fences and that's probably why nobody thought too much of his injuries.
He could have been psychologically abused and still have a lot of injuries from misadventures if he was a daredevil.
@@silverghostcat1924 oh most definitely. There was def something off about him. We were in the same class from Gr1-4. So I was 6-9yo. Then we were at same school but different classes. So my memory was based on what I saw as a small kid. But all was not well there. I also have no idea if someone perhaps called social workers. Maybe someone did. But psychological abuse? .... Oh yes, a very strong probability. This kid was also quite small compared to the rest of us. I can't remember him not having lunch, but I never played with him. But more than one old classmate told me they always thought he was too skinny. But hey, I was skinny too and I ate my folks out of house and home. Even s often I hear from classmates and the subject of Yassiem Harris comes up and every time we remember something different that today as adults we see as red flags
This is actually making me remember someone I knew in high school. I forgot I even knew a murderer - it was just so surreal to find out that's why he'd been missing for so long.
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Scary topic for such a cute game haha!
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Thank you so much! I've been scrolling a lot just to find the title!
God, listening to this one made me think of something that happened when I was in high school. It was in 2000. There was a really nice lady, mom of one of the girls on my softball team and my dad's co-coach, since he coached us. Just so sweet, the nicest person you've ever met. Always waved or stopped to talk when she saw us, waved if I drove past her, everything. She had a live in boyfriend none of her kids trusted, and I met him a few times. Just... real bad vibes. He seemed so... I dunno. Something just felt off. Anyway, it was right after my grandma died. I remember driving by to go to school and passing her van, and seeing her honk and wave and waving back. Still remember her face, her smile, her voice. The next morning I learned from some friends at school that when my teammate had gotten home from school with one of her brothers, who'd picked her up, they found their mom and the live-in-boyfriend dead. Murder suicide. There was a note on the counter, written by the live-in-boyfriend, that read "The money's yours. So is the house. It's done." It hurts to think about it to this day. I can't even imagine.
Who was in the van, the lady or your Gram? Sorry for your loss btw
It's always the nicest people that get bad treatment, I think smiling too much is bad
@shitneyb5562 it literally says this happened after her grandmother died.
@@Myglowupisinsideout yeah dude I know, she was talking about Gram at that part
My baby brother, who is four years younger than me, was spoiled rotten by my mother until it wasn't cute anymore. By that point, it was too late. He likely had mental health issues but to my knowledge has never gotten a diagnosis. He would get extremely jealous if anyone but him received attention to the point of aggressive and eventually violent behavior. I've known he was going to be a criminal since he was at least 10 years old if not younger. We were told that we were not to fight back if he hit us, that we should tell a parent and they would take care of it. They knew, particularly our mother, and she would say that she was going to have our father deal with it when he got home but then never told him. She was effectively allowed him to physically abuse me. The older he got, the more sexualized it became (he would simulate forced oral on me by holding a banana against his crotch and push it into my face, for example). He was also stealing from me and would use drugs and alcohol when he was really too young to do so (around 12 or so). I realized he wasn't going to be stopped, no one was going to protect me, so I hid in my room and would escape the house as often as I could. Eventually, our other brother called the police and he was arrested at the age of 14 for sibling abuse. He was regularly in and out of boys homes and juvenile detention and eventually jail and prison from 1987 until 2003, mainly for theft or drugs. He was attractive, intelligent (though uneducated since he refused to do his school work , eventually dropping out in 9th grade with what amounted to a 6th grade education), artistically talented, and charismatic. He always had a girlfriend but most of them eventually were abused enough to be terrified of him. He was living on the street in New Orleans and working as a street pharmacist specializing in smak when he met a man who would buy cocaine from him. The guy like to have it injected and allowed my brother to do it for him. He trusted my brother and felt sorry for him so he would do his laundry and invite him over to his apartment. My brother was a theif, so of course he was casing the place. He injected the guy with smak so he would nod off and robbed him while he was out, but he came to faster than expected and my brother strangled him to death and then covered him a blanket and turned on the heater and the oven to try to mask when the crime happened. He then took the guys car and all the stuff he'd stolen and tried to pawn it all. He was eventually caught trying to escape the state when he was in the city I live in trying to change his appearance and the passengers in the car were acting suspiciously. He's serving a life sentence without parole. I always believed that had my mother stopped him from abusing me and had they gotten him real help for whatever his issues are, this never would have happened, but my narcissist mother enjoyed that he was hurting me.
Wow, I was thinking as I was reading this that your mother was probably narcissistic and your brother was her “golden child”. She created this monster he became. So sorry you had to live with that nightmare.
@@Jesusandcoffee3382 my brother wasn't the only person she allowed to abuse me, but to my knowledge, he's the only convicted murderer. I was raised so that it would be nearly impossible for me to live on my own and I think she fully expected me to stay home and take care of her and my father forever. When I got my first apartment at the age of 23, after both my younger siblings had already moved on, she started being more openly aggressive toward me. My father didn't normally side with me but I think it was mostly that he wasn't seeing what was happening as it was happening. She threatened to kick me out a few weeks before the apartment was available for me to live in because I didn't let her know I wasn't coming home after work and also attempted to "ground" me.I stood my ground and reminded her that she knew exactly where I was as evidenced by calling the house I was in to tell my cousin to wake me up (her sister called looking for me to babysit but I was at work) and I was not allowed to call after 9 pm unless it was an emergency. My dad took my side because I was right. She has reeled me back in multiple times over my adulthood, either living with her or living near her. When I realized what she was doing and what she was about five years ago, I moved out and went no contact as she told everyone what a horrible person I was and when she was questioned by her sisters about my sibling abuse allegations which included me reminding them that my brother is in prison for murder, she is now trying to claim that he's innocent. I spent years visiting him in prison and trying to help if he was innocent. All I found was more and more evidence that he was guilty and manipulating me. I demanded an apology and that he stop asking me for money and he stopped talking to me. My life has been much more peaceful without him and my mother in it. And with distance from her, I've realized all the things she did and said that I thought was normal was actually likely narcissism.
It's so heartbreaking. I hope you're living a nice life now. You didn't deserve all that, I'm sorry you had got that family. You've got a lot of strength and intelligence to get yourself out of that nightmare. Kudos to you!
How did you get that self awareness? Did you go to a therapist?
I hope you have been able to block the narcissist from your life and have gotten help to deal with the crazy.
Holy shit, when I was reading this story, I had to double check you weren't my sister. My younger brother was very similar, even the same age gap. Spoiled, never punished by our mother. Liked to hurt us, hurt our pets, and steal our things, etc. I was his favorite punching bag because where he was our mother's golden child and I her scapegoat, our roles were reversed when it came to our narc dad (yup, both of em!). I think the only reason it didn't get quite as bad with him as it did for your brother is because my dad never let him get away with shit while he was around and was harsh in his punishments (up to and including corporal). It was the only thing that my brother would take seriously, at least for a little while, until he forgot to be afraid. Hard to say how interrelated all that was, though. Our parents messed all of us up, and I guess for my brother, it manifested as early sociopathy.
When we were little, he would get really pushy with us girls to do the whole "show me yours I'll show you mine" thing, with one instance of forced touching. Then when I was 12 and he was 8, there was a year where I woke up twice to him putting his hand down my underwear. The first time, I kicked him in the face, ran to dad, and he got the paddling of his life. Grounded for several months straight. As soon as he was ungrounded, he tried it again. This time, I tackled him and punched him in the face several times as hard as I could, and said if he ever did that again, or god forbid to my sister, I'd cut off his dick in his sleep. Then I still told dad. Honestly thought I wouldn't have the chance to make good on my threat, from how enraged he was. (I mean, not that I would have, I was just terrified of that boy, and sick of being the one who was scared). A whole year of no video games and not being to sit comfortably for over a week finally put an end to it.
I think I'm very, very lucky that my father was able to put the fear of God into him early, or I might not be alive today. I was a very justice-oriented kid with a ferocious temper, so I was constantly trying to keep him in line, even though I was so scared of how little he cared about consequences or other people. I was very parentified because of my mother's unwillingness to actually parent, and even though I didn't love my brother, I still felt a duty to him, and knew he was being set up to live a ruined life, with likely collateral damage along the way. When my parents divorced, my dad got custody, but my siblings begged to live with mom, because he was harsh, and only I had really seen how crazy she was. I was forced to at least visit her, and good God, it was HELL every time.
He was completely unchecked, which prompted me to try to check him, and then he'd try to beat me up. We were evenly matched by that point, so not very smart of me. It never had been, really, karate or no. Once, I caught him violating a "grounding" and told him to turn off the game, or I would. He ignored me, so I unplugged it. He flew into one of the worst rages I'd ever seen. It became a full out brawl in the kitchen. And when he fought, he was always aiming to do actual damage, but this time, I think he meant to kill me. He got me on my front, grabbed me by the hair, and started slamming my head against the floor. Thank god my sister heard, because she came running to help, and dragged him off enough that I could get free. I didn't run, not just because my sister would still be at his mercy, but also you don't run from a fucking predator. You subdue it, or you die. So I grabbed him by the balls first chance I had, something I'd never done before, and squeezed until he howled and went fetal. Told my sister to pin his arms, then sat on his chest, grabbed *his* hair, and made him look at me. "Enough!" Screamed it in his face.
Once he'd gone quiet and some of the aggression had drained out of the situation, I told him this was fucking stupid, all of it, and that if he kept doing this shit, kept attacking people every time he got mad, kept breaking the rules, he was going to go to jail the moment he was out on his own in a world that would not give a shit about some asshole. That mom wouldn't be able to protect him from the police. That as smart as he was, he would still get caught, and then his life would be over. Down the drain. And he'd never be happy. That that was why I turned off the damn game. Because Mom wasn't teaching him any of this, Dad had only taught him to fear HIM, so someone had to help him be ready for the real world.
I'm sure it was even less eloquent than my paraphrasing (I was 15), or how much got through. He just stared at me, wide eyed. He wasn't in fight mode anymore at least, so we let him up, and all retreated to our rooms. I took my sister to mine and locked the door, armed with some kind of makeshift weapon. I wasn't thinking of it in terms of "oh I was possibly almost murdered" but I think my body knew, and my mind knew how vengeful he could be, even when he was calm, so I wasn't taking chances with a wolf down the hall. No offense to real wolves. I think that was our last really major fight? But I was also doing my best to spend as little time around my family, period, around then.
He calmed down significantly in his late teens, I guess moving from Conduct Disorder into full blown ASPD. Must have realized after all that being a constant shithead bully wouldn't get him anything in life without Mommy there to give it to him. We even had a couple conversations before I left for college, where we sat in my car and he was just asking me for my thoughts on deep subjects, and at the end said it was the most interesting conversation he'd ever had. I thought I was gonna cry. It's just such a shame, looking back, because even with the fucked up dynamics of our family, where we were always being pitted against each other by these two messed up, insecure, adult children, I liked being an older sister. My first memory was of sitting on my mom's lap talking to her very pregnant belly about how I couldn't wait to meet him. And doesn't that make this whole thing sound like the nightmare version of a Hallmark special? There were moments when the three of us were almost normal. Where he'd be in a good mood, and actually listen to me or let me help him with his homework, or we'd play video games together. If we'd just had different parents or if he'd at least gotten the fucking therapy he so desperately needed, we might have ended up close. My sister, too (we weren't, mostly allies).
He didn't grow up to be a criminal after all, at least to my knowledge, just an alcoholic college dropout who's still a bit dead behind the eyes. It's probably going to kill him, and I shouldn't care, because he was my every nightmare as a kid. But he's the little brother I stood in front of, in addition to my sister, when they witnessed their first real rage episode from our mom, after choosing to live with her, where she was screaming and throwing things after we'd taken it upon ourselves to make the Christmas cookies that year. And I comforted them both the same afterward. I'll never love him, not really, but I can't not care, because no one else ever did. He was as much a victim as any of us. It's my parents who can go fuck themselves.
(Edit: I was a bit embarrassed after writing all that out and said I might delete it, but I'll leave it up after all. I hope it helps someone.)
Went to college with this dude. He was super well mannered and nice to litterally everyone. No one had a single complaint about him. Good student, good friend, and good looking. I always had this thought in the back of my hwad that nobody is that perfect and happy all the time. Honestly, I worried that he was actually depressed. If you were one of those kids, you know. One day we had a gun scare on campus. Some people freaked, some stayed calm, but this guy seemed like he was trying to hide his excitement under a viel of being "calm and mature and a leader". Something about the waybthe corner of his mouth would twitch and a sparkel in his eye.
I told myself I was reading into things, but I made sure to keep a distance from him after that. I was sure the dude had a death wish. Occasionally, I would try to talk to my friends quietly about if they thought something was up with him. Nobody did. Two years after graduating, I heard that the dude moved to Vegas and just snapped one day. Apparently, he beat his girlfriend to death, wrote a note saying he wasn't sorry, and shot himself in the head. No drugs were found in his system. Everyone was really taken aback by such a nice guy suddenly going crazy like that. I think he was wanting this for a long time.
I was friends with a guy who attempted to murder his wife, who I was also friends with. We were all friends in college and I thought highly of both of them. But initially, I absolutely did get that "weird feeling" about him. He made me uneasy. It was the way he looked at you sometimes, I think. He was a funny, smart guy, but he was kind of awkward and off-putting-- but in a group of nerds, awkward and off-putting is the norm. It took me a long time to like him, though. All my friends were friends with him, and we lived in the same house, so I was often hanging out in his vicinity. And since my friends seemed to like him, I pushed down my instinct and tried to be open-minded. And I got to like him, too. He was weird and I never knew what he was going to say or do, but he was so clever and getting a genuine laugh from him always felt like a massive win. I had a dream, once, after I started hanging out with him more, where he was smiling, turned to the side. When he turned around to look at me, I could see his whole left side, which was covered in terrifying black ink letters, all over his face and clothes and body, spelling out nonsense words and phrases. It scared me so bad in the dream that I woke up sweating. At the time, I did wonder if that dream was my brain trying to tell me he was dangerous. All those little microscopic red flags that my conscious mind was pushing down. I think it probably was. In the end, he had some kind of psychotic break and stabbed his wife nearly to death. She survived, but he was shot by a neighbor. She's doing okay now. Afterward, I wondered if my friends were also pushing down those little red flags all along, because when we shared the news with each other, the vibe about it was pretty strange-- everyone was SHOCKED, but no one was surprised, if that makes sense. It was like "oh my god I can't believe this happened to poor (wife's name), this must be so traumatic for her" but not at all like "I can't believe (husband's name) would do this." He wasn't mean or violent or anything, but there was just something super off about him. There was an edge. I think lots of people could sense that edge. But I don't think that we, his friends, were willing to understand that edge for what it was until it was too late. I have nightmares about him a lot now. I'm always at their wedding again. And he's looking at me in that dark way he had. And I know something terrible is going to happen and that no one is safe. It sucks because I had happy memories of him too, once.
I think some people may absolutely be more intuitive than others when it comes to reading people. Others trusting them does not mean you automatically should. I have autism myself and wonder if I also have that abilety, if I personally would notice if there was something really wrong with a person or its just missing. Some could be basically the opposite of autistic and be more intuitive than majority of people
@zakosist I am autistic, too, and my gut feeling is super strong. It's never failed me so far, and I always make sure to listen to it. I've always been observant since I was a kid. I was one of those kids that was considered shy because they didn't speak much. But it was mostly because I was still learning how to socialise, I guess, through observation.
I think sometimes people want to choose community by not making any waves but don’t realize that passive group think behavior actually puts the whole community in danger.
My community ignored our feelings about the oldest member of the group who had been mentally abusing and/or sexually assaulting many of us for years.
Years after he and his enabling wife finally left, we’re all talking about how he manipulated us from the start and how we should have listened to our instincts instead of going along to get along.
It’s like your immune system. You don’t want it to be overactive, that’s how you get allergies and some allergies are actually deadly.
But if your immune system doesn’t work against actual diseases, you’re actively in danger on a regular basis.
I think those nightmares are you coming to terms with the fact that you were actually in danger more regularly than you realized.
@sabihasayeed1670 my gut feeling told me something was wrong with my dad for years. I always got this terrible feeling and considered calling the police on him a couple of times, but didn't, because i literally had no reason to. I also had undiagnosed mental health issues, so i ignored my instincts and thought i was going crazy. One day the police showed up and arrested him after going through all of his tech and finding cp. It was a bad day, but it felt like a weight had been lifted. He was also super neglectful and somewhat physically abusive but I never acknowledged it.
A friend of mine from high school, "John". He was smart, funny, kind, charasmatic, and had the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard. Unfortunately he had a horrible upbringing. His parents were addicts and very neglectful/abusive, so he was always couch surfing/homeless. During junior year he transfered to a different school and we lost contact. A few years after high school my husband was reading the local news and saw a someone he vaguely recognized and ask me if I knew him. It was John. He had fallen into hard drugs and accidentally shot and killed his best friend while high on meth. He served 5 years on a manslaughter charge. I havent seen him since school, but a few mutual friends from that time have told me he's out now and doing much better. He was a kind man stuck in a horrible situation. A truely hope he has an amazing life filled with happiness.
Also my uncle. He killed a guy back in the 80s and spent 25 in prison. Idk the exact reason why, but I know his ex wife was party to the murder and ratted on him. He's now married to a really nice woman he met in a re-entry program and they have a 5 year old son and 20 year old step daughter. We're all very proud of how he has turned his life around. Super cool dude who makes a killer deep fried turkey lol
That last line lol. Interesting phrasing.
My wife was a teacher. One of her old students unalived his pregnant gf and tossed her separated cranium in a dumpster. We used to go support him at football games and other athletic events. It was really baffling to know someone that sadistic.
A girl I used to tutor when I was in high school ended up taking out her grandfather for abusing her, she was very nice, typical quiet teen, kept to herself and was very polite, but something was wrong about her, she would have that mile long stare and would listen to hardcore death metal at full volume enough to where the other students would just be wondering why. I’d just ask her to turn it down and without hesitation she’d bring the volume down, about a year after I graduated I read the story about what had happened that summer, I wish that I knew the signs of abuse earlier but she knew how to hide them well at times. I wish I could have helped her more than what I did in class.
Story 20? Traumatic brain injuries are no fucking joke dude. They take so long to heal, have so many side effects, can be agitated, etc.
Same.
And unfortunately some never heal...
Most don’t heal.
So many of these dudes have had a brain injury at some point, it's scary common
There was a thing I read once. John Wayne Gacey fell off a swing when he was young and slammed his head onto the ground hard. This could've really influenced him. This is a common thing that has happened to killers. They have some sort of brain injuries from when they were young. Really freaky stuff.
The 'vibe' people get is cues they pick up subconsciously and instinct. Something about them does not align with typical patterns for that type of person. Maybe they are too confident or they look at you dead-eyed when they are smiling. Maybe the chemicals in their body and tenseness in their actions are suggesting anger and you're picking up on it that they're pretending to be sweet and happy and kind. But you should always listen to your subconscious if it is screaming 'Danger Danger Danger' rather than 'huh, that person's a bit odd'. Autistic people and schizophrenic people are often a bit odd but harmless when you know them better, people that make your brain scream 'DANGER!' are a threat you somehow and your brain is picking it up from info you don't even know you're obtaining.
cant tell if ur being ableist or supportive to my community rn but sure (im autistic, and ive had EXTREMELY kind friends who were schizophrenic)
This is so so true! I’m autistic and most people find us autistic folks a little odd. But there’s a huge difference between finding somebody a little weird and when the danger alert in your brain goes off!
That weird vibe is our lizard brain acting up. Something from our primordial instincts recognizes something in this person which makes the hair on our necks stand up and chills race down our spines.
Naa, man. You feel it all the time. You just forget it when it turns out to be nothing.
@@myself2noone that's not really true but also the feeling isn't reliable anyway. Lots of situations and people are dangerous but the feeling doesn't happen. A lot of the time disabled people like me ping the feeling even though we're not dangerous, it's not a true indicator of danger
We dont have a "lizard brain" so i doubt thats true. that feeling also isnt that acurate either.
@@no_peace Depends on how you've learned (or not) to interpret it.
@@myself2noone I think feeling it all the time isnt normal, it may be a mental problem
There was a kid I went to school with who was a couple years younger than me. He was always confrontational and aggressive with the teachers for no apparent reason. There was just something about him that made me want to avoid him. A year or so after he graduated, he murdering both of his parents. He told his friend he did so over the phone, and the friend called the police. The kid was arrested, but never went to trial because he hung himself in jail.
I know someone very well who grew up in apartment living. His aunt and uncle lived upstairs, and the uncle got frustrated with the aunt because she “wouldn’t stop talking.” He strangled her to death with a telephone cord and then headed down to this person’s family apartment to tell my friend’s parents what he did. The mom had the uncle sit on the sofa while she called the authorities. Everyone said how calm and collected their uncle always was, including that day. Now it gives them all goosebumps that they had a murderer sitting on their couch just chatting with them…
There's a theory that suggests that the "feeling" is based on a primate's need to recognize rabies in their troop. When rabies starts, the symptoms are subtle, but most monkeys and primates are able to quickly recognize the signs of rabies very early on. As we evolved, that instinct to detect abnormal behaviours stayed with us. So even though it's subtle, a lot of people get a gut feeling about messed up people. Even if at the time they said that the person was chill, or make up excuses to say that the person is nice, or that there's nothing wrong, they usually feel it too and set their gut feeling aside trying to rationalize things to themselves.
I wonder if this instinct contributes to uncanny valley stuff
@@Eeppydeepy yeah! It's the theory surrounding the feeling of uncanny valley. When something is just not quite right
Rabies is the absolute most terrifying thing their is. 100% fatal once you have any symptoms. Dead. Gone. You'll have on average, 7-14 days from your diagnosis. And probably only 2 with your brain still comprehending anything. I would take those 2 days to take myself out, because the rest of the time left would be so agonizing and painful. It's a nasty way to go. Almost always 100 percent fatal. Yikes! 😳😳😮
@@IdahoRanchGirlit is truly horrifying & my heart breaks anytime I see an animal or case of a person with it. I did see a story of a teen girl in the States who actually beat it. It was a crazy experience, I think they put her in a medical coma at one point & if I’m not mistaken, she had to re-learn a lot of stuff. They tried something new or experimental to help her. Her recovery was super hard & super rare but she did survive it. Incredible
The brother torturing his younger brother story, makes me so so sad
I can't speak for other's who've gotten that vibe, but the time I did it was while I was answering phones at work and the husband of a co-worker called. She wasn't available so I asked if he wanted me to take a message. He proceeded to launch into a whole dialogue about how she was cheating on him and how unfair it all was. Didn't sound angry, more the way you might complain to a good friend about something that's really bothering you, except I didn't know him from Adam and he didn't know me, so it was weird. When I let her know he'd called, I asked her if security should be informed but she said no, he wasn't anything to worry about. Less than a month later he attacked her when she was taking their children to school and shot her multiple times (in front of the kids, no less). He then ran off and wound up killing himself when the cops tracked him down. Thankfully, she survived.
What twigged my antennae was his rant to me was outside the boundaries of normal social behavior and it made me wonder what other boundaries he no longer recognized. I think that's what it is for a lot of people. Sometimes it's unfair, because it's just some harmless cultural difference marking the person out as 'Other.' But sometimes not.
or neurotypicals just seeing someone different from them like myself (im autistic + adhd) and immediately assuming smth’s wrong w them and casting them out for it, which is extremely fuckin unfair and ableist. thats def more common than it being a cultural thing, esp when it comes to social norms considering we autistics quite literally CANT adhere to them, whether we mask it or not cuz its still there internally and it hurts to mask.
"He reminded me of a poor man's Charles Manson". Dude, Charles Manson was a poor man's Charles Manson!🤪
😂😂😂
I came looking for this comment because I know I'm not the only one who thought the same thing! 😂
My mom’s old neighbor. He moved next door to her after getting out for manslaughter. A few years after he was arrested again for first degree murder. He was at a bar, drunk and probably high, a man bumped him and apologized, man left not long after, neighbor went out and got into a fight with the guy and stabbed him. The guy was literally celebrating coming home after being deployed for years. There were cameras outside and inside that caught everything. He got life without parole. The man had gotten engaged earlier in the night. Just so unnecessary and sad. I met the guy, he was remorseful about the first murder he committed so I didn’t think he’d do it again. I didn’t talk to him much since he was just a neighbor and not my mom’s friend but ya had no idea he’d do it again. He just seemed like a pothead biker dude.
Another person, one of my uncles.he’s not the one who actually did it but he got someone to get rid of his girlfriend’s husband. The day he got out of jail the guy called his wife and was never seen again. Everyone was talking about how my uncle was the one who got the hells angels to take care of the guy. That uncle has been in and out of jail for drugs and theft. I don’t really talk to him anymore, he’s homeless most of the time and I don’t live in the same state anymore.
Another uncle I had, he passed from a heat attack in his early 40s. He was in the mob, he was the guy who made people disappear. This was the 50s to the 80s, he’d rent cars and drive to Florida and return to Boston’s by plane. I didn’t know him well, he was a great uncle and we lived in a different state but everyone loved him. My gram talked about his funeral and it sounded like the characters in the godfather, the main guy was Sunny and just all the names of the people it was crazy how close his life was to the godfather but in real life.
I have known quite a few murderers or would-be in my life:
1. My uncle - drug dealer, pimp, drug trafficker. Despite all of his flaws, he was actually rather nice. At least to his niece (me), nephew (my cousin), and his son. He ended up arrested in Nevada for drug trafficking. Was sent to California, which made it his 3rd strike (after the 3 strike law because he'd been in and out of jail much more than that). Got 25 to life. Tried to order a hit on the judge, his attorney, and the prosecutor. Died in prison.
2. His son - He idolized his father so so much. He wanted to be just like him. We all tried to talk some sense into him, yes, even his father. Last I heard, he ended up in prison, too. Murder.
3. Step-father #1 - He had an affair with a prostitute. Everyone knew what she was but him. He found out that her "cousin" was actually her pimp/boyfriend. Shot him. Man lived.
4. A close family friend - I can't really remember much about him as I knew him as a child. Apparently, he was SA'd by a cousin that I did NOT like. He gave me creepy vibes. Last I heard the family friend ended up in jail for multiple murders.
5. Cousin - This one is by far the creepiest. I detested this man. He always gave me weird vibes. My family is one of "those" families. Everyone knows us. Couldn't walk down the street because someone would stop and say hi. Everyone also knew him. Hardcore gangsters/drug dealers was afraid of him. Said he gave them this weird fear. He murdered his wife and two little girls. I hope he rots. (He also assaulted me so there is that too).
Wow those are all close being family and all, I personally have known at least 15 none of them relation but close enough to I've either eaten with them or cooked them dinner ateast once .. a few not real tight friends but had ran around with quite often 1 set of serial killers well a couple that were both convicted of crimes but the husband did the most time and many believed the wife wasn't any part of it.. but every individual all lived within the same small area most within 1 county. But the serial killers and another individual who done his killing in his junkyard lived farthest apart but still only 45min drive from each other
I went to school, grade school, middle, and high school with an awful bully. He wasn’t a normal bully, though, he got pleasure by causing others pain. I always thought he was some kind of psychopath. And my suspicions were confirmed when about ten years ago I heard he went to prison for murdering his estranged wife he was going through divorcing, orphaned a few kids - after a particularly bad court hearing he hid in her car in the parking garage and strangled and stabbed her to death. I always knew he was evil, not just an asshole.
Here's one I can answer, I met this guy when I was 16 ( 42 now ) he had an obsession with unaliving small animals got out of there and avoided him as much as possible, in 2015 his wife went missing he claimed she had left him for another man and said she was starting fresh and didn't want any contact with anyone from her old life then in 2018 his new girlfriend disappeared, 2022 a man hiking up a trail with his dogs found the remains of his wife buried about 25 feet off the trail, he was arrested for the first murder and found guilty sentenced to life without parole and got a deal to reduce his sentence to life with the possibility of parole for leading the police to the girlfriends body
i have massive anger issues, and im told im really sweet. so hearing about the guy who was really sweet until he raged reminded me of myself if i were to continue at the pace i am, so im scared of myself
The fact that you are concerned means you are not like him, and you can get some help as well where you do need it which may just be learning techniques to control your anger or even just your response to it
Time to get help 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽
You need deliverance. For real, there are demons of anger that can attach. If deliverance is not sought, they will overtake eventually. ALL horrific crimes have demonic attachments.
Same here. Mine comes from childhood abuse. I can get so upset and just rage. Therapy and identifying "danger zones" helps a lot.
Your actions define you, not your thoughts. Sending you love and I hope therapy is accessible to you wherever you are
When did I know that something was "off"?! When the cops hauled him away. I never would have guessed! To me, he seemed as normal as anyone else in my town.
"Just like you and me, but one day couldn't hold back those dark thoughts" is just so 🚩🚩🚩
Like yes, some people get intrusive thoughts, but their response isn't "yeah, i want to do this."
It honestly reminds me of a few people I've met that ask why i dont do bad things without christianity
Crazy how so many people have stories. There was a kid who was neighbors with my cousin and we all thought he was strange and he put us on edge. Tried giving him the benefit of the doubt, as he had special interests and a was autistic as well as adhd, but his ‘special interests’ involved pulling stingers from bees so they’d die, etc.. ended up setting my uncles barn on fire, teachers found a bucket list on him that included shooting up our school, and he topped all of this off by shooting and stabbing an old man on a walk in a well loved park the night before Halloween. One of my cousins friends ran into him the same night and reported him for having a knife and acting intimidating towards their group. Went to school the next Monday and teachers reported him for coming in well groomed and excited. Cops found a list in his bedroom, a kill plan, including things like ‘enjoy the hunt’ ‘pick prey’ and a list of all the tools and things he needed. Terrifying. He got life at 17 years old, fully intending to make a career in serial killing.
k can we stop w the "he was autistic and adhd" that has nothing to w it as someone who also has both. that guy was just fucking evil٫ please dont rope us into this٫ im fuckin sick of all the ableism and stereotypes and misinfo n shit in this comment section٫ let alone even the first 20sec of the video smfh. theres literally millions of neurotypical murderers٫ yet yall always target us and act like autism is a symptom of it let alone such a horrible dark thing to be٫ when i actually love (besides sensory issues n stuff) being autistic٫ it neurotypicals being like this that make it suck٫ not the autism itself smfh.
In our case, attempted murderer and stalker. I've been a part of the local tabletop group for several years, and the dude in question eventually was one of two guys who helped set up a shopfront mostly focused on tabletop gaming like Warhammer and board games in our area. They limped it through covid and while the dude usually didn't give much bad vibes he most certainly had anger and shittalking issues. One time when showing up I learned that he had threatened death threats as part of a heated argument against one of the other dudes heavily invested in the scene here and despite being threatened to take em back or be cut out he wouldn't, at which point he basically vanished off the face of the earth. One of the times I helped out at the shop was mostly focused on reorginizing the boxes of his stuff he had still there a year after he split and cut ties. About a half year after that, he had apparently tracked his ex-girlfriend across the country via apple tags and then arrived at her house with a shotgun. Police responded and winged him, and one of the things on news articles is him pleading with the ex through the door before his final termination. While the girlfriend got damaged by the buckshot, the arse took several shots and basically bled out. Not gonna lie, some of the locals from the shop were perhaps enthusiastic to set the record on anyone saying there should be sympathy for the shooter as well.
My ex boyfriend (we were 15 years old at the time) enjoyed elbowing me in the ribs, bouncing me off of the lockers, and generally being aggressive and angry towards me.
He became more and more withdrawn until he became completely housebound.
Eventually he murdered his mother then took his own life.
His mom was the nicest, sweetest, kindest, most soft spoken woman I've ever met.
He'd had some difficulties leading up to the incident but never, in a million years, would I have expected this outcome.
in 2004, i was about 12 years old, and I was at a christian summer camp whit a boy that seemd to be kind of emotionless, but i never thought that he would be capable of doing anything, but boy was i wrong.
Fast forward about 8 years, and i was out partying. (legal drinking age is 18 here were i live) I called my mom to come and pick me up, but after a while she called me back and said, that she was unable to come, because the police had closed the road for safety reasons, because there was something going on.
After a while i was eating Kebab at a kebab stand, where i suddently saw a car being chased by the police at a high speed, and the driver got caught at the harbour not far away where i was standing. Turns out, it was the same guy i was at the summer camp with.
He had stolen a car, set a hotel on fire (which burned down to the ground) and had fired multple shots at the police.
He got paroled, and was banned from drinking alcohol for a certain amount of time. During his parole, he attended a wedding anniversary, and ofc, he drank alcohol there. At an afterparty, he stabbed a guy in his throat, killing him.
It was revealed, that he had been sexually assaulted multiple times at the hotel that he burned down, and nobody knew about it, because he had kept it in within himself.
How tf did he get paroled after that. I swear these guys are everywhere. Rap sheets a mile long and dozens of slaps on the wrist from the court system.
Also, you're acting like claiming to be SA'd in a hotel is some sort of justification. Women are R'd all the time and don't act like this.
@@FoxExcess The Judgement system is quite lenient in Denmark, comparatively to USA. Many murderers do not serve more than about 12 years.
I wasnt justifying anything. I just mentioned why he did it.
@@Goggarin1991 My post was about lenient sentences, and who said I was talking about the US? "These guys are everywhere" I said. It wouldn't surprise me happening anywhere. "How" was rhetorical.
I'm not American, this is a problem everywhere.
" I just mentioned why he did it."
He did it because he's psychotic, not because of SA. Most SA victims aren't violent because of it, therefore it can't "be why" someone would destroy property that isn't owned by the perps and potentially hurt innocent people, then fire shots at police. When you say things like that you are minimizing/justifying his actions and trying to make the reader feel sorry for him, especially the last line.
@@FoxExcess Dude, i am not trying to minimize or justify anything. This was reveald in court.
@@Goggarin1991 Ok and? You're the one writing it here, you're the one saying "that's why" it happened while ending it with some sympathetic line. You also completely ignored the point and every other part of my post so I fail to see why you're even responding. If you aren't interested then don't respond, it's not complicated.
No clue. Nice, sweet guy. Lived with his with his mom and six sisters. Walked me home from the bar at night. He was stretched out on my couch with me when the when the news report came on. Three local men killed, shot at point blank range in a single night. I was horrified and told him I was concerned for his safety. He shook his head...and told me I was safe. It was weird. Three days later I had mutual friends banging on my door. WHAT??? No WAY was he the murderer. Yes. Yes he was. 💔 Another sweet, quiet friend was imprisoned for life. It was WORSE than murder.😱😱 Are we supposed to be afraid of the NICE ones? Oh, I've met others who were convicted murderers, but at very least they looked and acted in a manner that PROJECTS to others that they are dangerous. They wore billboards. I appreciate the honesty. Wear a SIGN for pete's sake!
It makes me curious as to what his relationship was with the three men? Your comments makes him seem like a nice guy. So I wonder if he had a motive or it was just random?
My good friend was married to Caius Veiovis. Guy gave everyone the creeps the second we met him. His nickname was Trash and we quickly realized it wasn’t a sarcastic name.
Did he have that weird bulging on his forehead then? Just asking if you don't mind
@@Vashtappening33 Yeah. But I heard him before I even saw him. He was in another room just running his mouth about someone and instantly decided he was a scumbag. Sure enough, he murdered three people not long after. Strangely enough, years later I worked with the guy that cooked his breakfast the day after and he and his friends were loudly laughing and bragging about it in the diner. Genius guy right there.
It's like even his parent gave up on giving him name
First story: why are the deceased parents always described as the nicest and kindest most loving parents in the world? Clearly they didn't love him enough to provide him with psychiatric help and medication, possibly for religious reasons. Literally every single case of parenticide I've ever heard of could be prevented with adequate mental health care, which the parents in question never provided.
There was this guy I went to high school with, let’s call him Mike, and a lot of my friends hung out with him but I never liked him. I thought he was manipulative and a compulsive liar. Everyone knew him and his brother were adopted by one of the new teachers (he taught 7th grade if I’m remembering correctly) and that they had lived in a much larger city before they were removed from their mother’s care. We lived in a “city” in Iowa, big enough that you didn’t know everyone but not so big that major rumors and traumatic events wouldn’t be known by everyone within a week of it happening.
Anyway, Covid and online learning put me really behind and I was sent to the alternative high school. There was a guy there, let’s call him Dan, that everyone got along with and talked to. He was 23 I believe, was getting his crap together, getting away from drugs and had just gotten an overnight job at the local rim factory. I was placed at a desk that was right next to one of the windows that faced the parking lot and I saw this car pull up and just sit there for maybe an hour before they just left. They weren’t even in a parking spot, they just sat slanted in the middle of this small parking lot like they were waiting for something. I only found out later from someone who was placed at a different window that it was Mike and one of his buddies (they guy was five years older than Mike) and they apparently had a gun and were waiting for Dan to leave the building but got their times off (the buddy ended up confessing to lessen his sentence) a week later I come in to school and the teacher pulled everyone into our little lunch room and broke the news that Dan had been found murdered on a dirt road just outside of town and that a local farmer had found his body. Turns out Mike and his buddy essentially kidnapped Dan, drove just about two farms out of town before turning down a dirt road, pulled Dan out of the car and then killed him. All over the fact that Dan didn’t want to be a part of the drug life anymore. It was really sad, the school had to have a counselor come in and talk to the people who were closer to him.
That year just ended up being a heartbreakingly tragic year as one of my classmates, a wonderful man with one of the kindest hearts, was killed while riding his bike to school. Someone ran him over, they hadn’t seen him as it was still dark out and he died on impact. We were graduating that year and the school did a lot of things to honor his memory. The seniors always get a custom sweatshirt/t-shirt design that the senior then purchases from the local custom clothing shop. They had the senior class listed on the back and at the very bottom, in the largest text on the back, was an in memory for him. At graduation, the seat where he would’ve sat was decorated and as people from my class passed it on the way to their seats each person left a rose on the chair. The people who didn’t get to pass it had put their roses on right before the ceremony. When it would’ve been his turn to go up and get his diploma, one of the teachers had bundled all the roses and had a separate bouquet of other flowers. They gave the bundle of roses to his mother and the other bouquet to his father as they walked across the stage in place of their son and they received his diploma. It was heartbreaking, his parents were in tears.
In our case, it was just common sense. My mom's best friend's MIL found a new boyfriend. Everyone on both sides told her to kick him out, but she refused.
6 months later, she's stabbed with 67 stab wounds. Mom's BFF was home that day and lived next door to MIL. She heard the whole thing. To her, it sounded like adult fun times. She was murderd on her balcony, so it was easy to hear.
That dude had already done time for murder of his mother. Of course, he's going to murder again.
Although MIL was a psycho Karen and everyone hated her, it was still not the way for her to exipre. Or anyone else for that matter.
I worked a closing shift with this guy named Jerome. I was filling in at his store and he was basically the guy helping me all day with that store's passwords and jobs etc. Super nice. Very helpful. Not quiet but not loud. Just a guy. He later went on to randomly select a guy on a bike trail one morning and beat him to death with a crow bar for absolutely no reason. In his mugshot he has the _biggest_ smile on his face. Kinda creepy thinking it was just me and him alone in a closed store for 45 minutes.
Story 6 is just tragic. My dad is a probation and parole officer, and he mostly deals with clients who have severe mental illness or whose brains have been addled by their massive drug use. He talks a lot about his schizophrenic clients and how several of them who accepted treatment regret not getting it sooner, as they recognize their illness contributed significantly to their choices to commit crimes. If mental health starts getting taken more seriously, a lot fewer people will suffer, both those with the illness and those close to them.
John was drunk, shirtless, laying in the doorway of the Variety Store so customers had to step over him. He was talking about wanting to cut some guy's balls off, and I listened for a while, puzzled, because older kids are interesting.
He had long welts on his shoulders, wrapping around to his chest. Many years later, I realized they were from a whipping with a car antenna. Some of the welts had a dot at the end, from the button on the end of the antenna.
I finally said, "I don't think anybody's gona let you do that, John."
He fixed me with a withering stare, then said,
"Ya TIE HIM UP, STUPID!"
Oh... that was when I realized John was not like other people.
He later became a serial killer.
This is well-written
@@fascher_ Thanks, I edited a newspaper for a few years and loved it.
Is this a true story? What was John’s full name? Very well written.
@@Jesusandcoffee3382
True story.
Lashbrook.
Thank you.
That one person who sign his own death by pulling his son out of therapy when he shown an improvement.
I knew two murderers. One was in my Latin class and the other was in my honors History class. I would never have suspected that either of them would end up killing someone.
when my son father started being weird towards me for no reason then it turned into hatred for no reason, when I loved and adored this man. I moved an hour and a half away and I only would see him when he came to get my son. As my son grew older, he started to show hatred towards him for no reason. So, I slowly removed my son from his life. Something last year told me to google his name and I did mind you I have not seen this man in 10 years my son is now 18, so the google searched revealed he killed his brother's daughter and wife with an axe because they asked him to move out their house. Yeah, I knew something was off.
Story 3 ... those ppl should never be released they will never be stable and always a danger to the public
I think of the two narrators, I prefer this one for the serious ones. As the new narrator gets into the swing, I think he's getting good at the lighthearted stories! But this narrator has a good tone and insight for the heavy stuff.
My story is about my mom's ex-husband. He was fresh out of jail when they met and my mom, who has bipolar, was having a manic high at the time and was blind to all the red flags. They very quickly started dating and got engaged within a couple months. I got really bad vibes from him every time we met. I was 13 and avoided interacting with him at all costs, mainly because I blamed him for taking my mother away from me. I moved away to my dad's house and my mom and this guy got married, and he quickly showed his alcoholic side and became violent. My mom said the point at which she snapped out of her high was when she won at a game of cards and he got so mad he punched a hole in the wall, and she realized that was going to be her face soon. He admitted while he was drunk that he killed a guy when he was 16 and threw his body in the river. He said the cops would never find the body because the crabs would eat it. Two days before she left him they watched a movie where someone got dismembered and he cried all the way through and kept repeating that he "didn't mean to do it". That was what made my mom convinced he was telling the truth. She called the police the day she left but when they called the county sheriff in my state, the guy turned out to be buddies with the ex-husband so the investigation never went anywhere. When my mom told me all this it didn't surprise me, because he gave the vibe from the second we met that he had done some bad things.
My high school hockey goalie was a bully to myself and a few other players. My mom had gotten creepy vibes from him, but his mom was kind and volunteered for the team. Lo and behold, he lured another person into the woods and stabbed him multiple times. He’s now serving a life sentence with no chance of parole.
YAYYY OLD NARRATOR IS BACKK!!!!!!
He never left
??? They take turns yo
@@onionbubs386 i know, hes back, in the rotation thingy or whatver tf
@@archeryan8404 im not stupid. yo
@@jaystohh idk, the evidence you've given us kinda goes against that
15:05 "Where does that vibe come from?"
Dude, INTUITION.
Everyone has one, but some people have it stronger.
It is commonly known as a gut feeling. Most people have it, but some listen to it. The OP that had that gut feeling about the man who remodeled their mother's kitchen was right to feel that way.
The “bad vibe “ people get from people it’s called intuition or a gut feeling
15:06 i got that once. Local witchcraft supply shop. First time i went in there the man at the counter gave me that vibe. I almost fled the store, but his wife (the owner) came out and i hit it off with her.
I learned to tolerate her husband, and i was there regularly.
Money went missing from the store and the phone company kept billing her for charges she knew nothing about.
One day, her husband was found dead in a ditch with his hands cut off - well known Hells Angels punishment for thieves.
Yup. Learned to trust my vibes since, though its never been that bad.
I have an uncle to casually admitted to killing someone at a family gathering. He told us this story about when he was young, he and his co-workers decided to prank an old lady who worked with them. They had a water canon or something, and they were planning to fire it over her head to scare her. Instead, they knocked her over, she hit her head on the cement, and she died. My uncle's boss found out and decided to keep quiet about it. When my family heard this, they apparently just collectively decided to pretend they didn't hear it. Not that I think much could be done about it at this point.
Obviously, it was an accident, but it was really weird how he just decided to tell us this story like it was no big deal. I don't think he's dangerous, but he does have blood on his hands.
My aunt, who married him a few years ago, seems happy with him, and she hasn't been happy since... Well, ever. My whole life, any time I was around her, she was complaining about how miserable she was. Since she got with him, that has changed. She stopped hoarding, she's lost weight, and she actually seems to be enjoying life. So I have mixed feelings about my uncle.
I'm sorry for this mixed feelings... however, the lady deserves justice. If I was you I would anonymously tell the police...
All the best
@StellaAdAstra - I'm not sure if I even have enough information to do any good. I don't know the woman's name, the place of business, the year it occurred... I just have my word that my uncle said he accidentally killed someone I don't know the name of a long time ago. Not a lot to go on there.
Since it was an accident, he may have actually told you because he felt a need to confess, or " come clean" about it to see how you all thought of him after knowing. At least he told it BEFORE he married your aunt. She sounds like she needed a lot of patience, and maybe his ability to be understanding and kind and encouraging to her was HIS opportunity to be the human he wanted to be. He may have pulled a prank that resulted in a death, but if he has a conscience, that is a soul wound he will carry to his grave. The horror of causing an accidemtal death is a scar to his psyche also. Maybe he is grateful that someone can love him in spite of what happened. At the very least, I am sure practical jokes and pranks don't appeal to him anymore.
It's never too late, there are no statutes of limitation when it comes to murder. That's if you're in USA of course. Dunno about other countries.
@@IdahoRanchGirlyou are severely overestimating the due diligence of the american justice system.
When I was growing up, I knew two people who ended up murdering people. Neither of them set off that gut feeling. One of them was a kid that lived up the street from me who I would hang out with fairly often. He ended up murdering someone during a botched drug deal and is serving a life sentence. As for the second one, he was an instructor at the karate school I went to when I was a teen, and was a second degree black belt. I never got any red flags from him. He always just seemed like a big brother type. He ended up beating his adoptive parents to death with a fireplace poker, and as far as I know, he was given two life sentences.
Story 21. Uhg. Seniors being attacked by ice addicts, how sad to end that way.
We had a resident admitted to the nursing home where I work whose son wasn't allowed to visit him because he had reportedly hurt the resident but the resident also had dementia and the son seemed like a great guy when he came to admit the father. The son would come visit every week with a big bag of snacks and other necessities. The day the resident was supposed to be discharged home, we get notice from the police saying they had found the son dead in the home he shared with our resident and another son who was mentally handicapped. The mentally handicapped son had been murdered weeks before, and the son I knew had just been living with the body for weeks. Once it was time for dad to come home, there was no way to hide it anymore so he unalived himself. The dad is still at our facility.
That “maybe I’m the one who isn’t right.” Hit different because faaaacts😂😭
I believe the "Vibe." Is actually our instincts. Our hair stands on end to tell is when we are in danger. People like the dad who abused his entire family are the type of people these instincts would just pick up on somehow.
I knew something was off immediately but because I grew up around unsafe, toxic and abusive people I ignored the red flags.
My former dog groomer was charged with distributing body parts around my county. She didn't commit the murders but was booked as an accessory
:( my family owns a dog grooming shop that makes me so sad i hope she or any other employees didnt abuse those pups (unfortunately its slightly more common than youd think from what ive seen maybe as much as 10-15% of groomers) :(((
Wait, why didn't they just feed the parts to the dogs? You know to get rid of evidence? Shipping out body parts seems not very smart.
My cousin is a murderer.
She has/is mentally challenged and will always be. She was always desperate for boyfriends so she would often date these guys that would take advantage of her disability.
She was really close to me for some reason but one day she creeped me out and i blocked her.
A couple months later i saw her name on social media and the articles said her boyfriend,two other friends, and her were involved in killing her (my cousins) “husbands” ex.
It's important for everyone to KNOW that most murderers are just like you and me, because that knowledge that we could all fall, and the slight internal fear of one day slipping and falling ourselves is what keeps us from listening to those dark thoughts
Dehumanizing all murderers and treating them like they're just something else and something was wrong with them from the start and they couldn't have lived normal lifes is a cop out for cowards who want to feel better about themselves
Precisely.
That's what's bothering me about this post.
I’ve known three murderers in my life and all were stupid and spoiled rotten. They felt entitled to take whatever they wanted and didn’t care if they got caught. They figured they would get out of it just like all the times they got away with petty crimes before. Each one of them murdered someone that had something they wanted. In all three cases, they were arrested within 48 hours and charged with murder. One took a plea deal that spared him the death penalty. The other two pleaded guilty to second degree murder and got 15 years. Both served 5 years and got out and resumed their lives of crime. 30 years later, neither has ever held a job and both are suspected of having committed more murders. The only thing the learned in prison was how to be better criminals.
Based on
Honestly your summary is pretty spot on as far as we can figure: that "gut feeling" is just all the little cues and clues we pick up on, usually without realizing. Our brain gets all these signals but they're so small we don't always consciously know why so it just feels like a "bad vibe"
Fun fact, a lot of people think dogs "knowing" someone is bad is actually your dog picking up on YOUR discomfort. We have a tendency to talk ourselves out of our bad feelings, but animals don't. Dogs can't like, "smell evil" but they know you and they know when you feel uneasy, and they respond to that!
What's the name of that game? It looks like just the kind of game I like to play. Answering my own question: Alba, a Wildlife Adventure. 🛒 You guys should include affiliate links for buying the games.
Thank you man. On my steam wishlist now.
Thank you!! I was hoping someone answered this question n.n
Now I might have to try and get a steam account as that game looks so fun and chill.
Thank you so much!! I was wondering too and skimmed the comments before asking myself!
You are my hero today!
You’re awesome! I came here to ask exactly this! Thanks!!
Sometimes nothing is off. My ex girlfriend recently drowned both of her children in the bathtub. She said that the voices in her head told her than they were going to come and kidnap her and her children and stick them in a dark hole and torture them. One day she said that she heard the voices telling her to do it today. She then went and ran the bath water and committed the most heinous crime that a person could possible commit.
This happened just under a year ago and it still hurts just as much as it did the first day. Every day I will think about it and it feels like someone punched me in the gut and knocked the wind out of me. She never displayed a single sign in the over 20 years that I have known her. She was always the kindest and most bubbly person I've ever known. She was my first love and I never really got over her. The pain is unbearable some days. It is hard to comprehend how someone that I once thought that I would spend the rest of my life with could do something like that. And no.. time does not heal all wounds. This will be a pain that I will never get over. I still haven't talked to her since it happened. I don't know what to say. I will have to at some point to get some closure, but I'm just
On the topic of the 'vibe' you mentioned at the end of story 16, I believe it's the uncanny valley effect, if not, then something akin to it.
It also manifests when neurotypicals can tell something is 'off' with a neurodivergent person.
For those who don't know, the uncanny valley effect a phenomenon that people experience often with robots, where something looks not quite human, or looks human but doesn't act/move like a human.
It's an unsettling feeling, and my personal belief is that it stems from the human brain wanting to get away from dead or sick people that may not look or move the same as a 'safe' human.
With that information in mind, people with mental problems, be that socio/psychopathy, or something like ASD or ADHD, often don't have the natural knowledge of how to act 'normally', and despite learning over time, still will display mannerisms that are not normal.
While the brain can pick up on these mannerism subconsciously, it cannot exactly pinpoint/identify them, and so the conscious mind just feels unsettles or uncomfortable.
Therefore, in adults, you feel like something is wrong with the person, and in children, they often bully the kid that makes them unsettled, which often makes the situation worse.
So that 'vibe' is, in theory, a safety measure from your subconscious brain.
I would like to state that I am not a qualified mental health professional.
I have not gone through any courses or studied psychology at all, so do not take my word for granted.
It is all speculation based off of amateur research and personal experience.
Fun fact. Police sketch artists use the uncanny valley effect to keep their face in your mind. They would make cheeks really big. Make the forehead long snd thin. Something like that. Just to burn that image into your mind.
I wonder how many people that get jugded as "dangerous" by peoples intuition really just have something like ADHD or autism, but without being a real threat. Or if that perception is different between someone truly dangerous or someone whos just neurodivergent but harmless. And sometimes people who comitt murder apparently didnt set of these warning signals to people. Maybe the one jugding it was autistic themself, or maybe some murderers just dont have bad vides, they could be relatively normal mentlaly despite their actions. But a lot of cases peoples gut feelings are right and save lives. This theory makes a lot of sense.
I’m on the spectrum, but I also get that gut feeling about some people. It’s not as clear though, and it’s been refined as I’ve gotten older. The sad thing about growing up autistic is that you’re often emotionally manipulated without realising, since we aren’t as naturally inclined to “knowing” these things by instinct as most other people.
My mother was engaged to her soon to be third husband. I always felt so uncomfortable around him and when I found out they were getting married, I begged her to not to, but at the time, she said I was a kid and didn’t know what I was talking about. Well, after they had been married for three years, he was on the news with the woman he had cheated on my mother with. The two killed his brother over drugs and when they were checking the area, they found a barrel with another body in it of a missing woman. They couldn’t find any evidence that they had a hand in her death, but she was also a known junkie and found pretty close to where they were staying, so there’s a chance it could have been them too 🤷♀️. Unfortunately, he’s been released and my brother tells me he still comes into the local grocery store and will just stare my brother down.
when i was 13 my group ranging from 12-18yr olds would go drink in this field and there was this boy that’d always sit kinda far away but just watch us eventually i’d chat to him i remember being so drunk and he took me a walk through the forest when it was dark and he wouldn’t let me leave i remember just being scared and running and not stopping til i got to my friends, a month later his face was on the news because he killed his mum and sister and stayed in the house with their bodies for 2 weeks, i was 13 he was 19 he got 50 smfn years, im about to be 19 now and i think about him a lot it was months of watching our group before anyone even spoke to him maybe if we made friends with him earlier those 2 lovely ladies would still be here his sister was my age:(
I'm only two videos in, and you've got me questioning all the people I've ever known...
This vibe 15:21 is actually our fight and flight response kicking in high gear! Some people extremely good survival skills and are highly attuned to our surroundings. Because of this our fight/flight response is always at the forefront. Think of using it when you meet certain people for the first time. Most people would just know.
Not exactly related to the topic because there were no signs to speak of but one of my cousins killed his sister and hid the body, he confessed when his parents came back home and they noticed she was gone, he just turned 18 a few weeks ago and will be serving 17 years in state prison
There's someone in my old class (back when I was in high school) that is in prison currently and I won't say too much about the situation but he was always smiling, constantly. There was this one time when he started being mean to me and he completely dropped his smile and he had such a serious face and I just didn't take him seriously he scared me since then. Teachers would kick him out quite frequently because he was always laughing or smiling and I found it so unsettling.
I started noticing that he looked different in the mirror, like his eyes just had this look in them that just gave me the chills lmao
I don't know why but I keep focusing on the game in the background more than the stories lol.
Yall ever considered making a gaming channel for the games you play in the background?
Wait, they make their own gameplay footage? Why did I think it was stock footage somehow 🤔 That makes a lot more sense.
@@maltedmilkball2985yeah they have staff for it as far as I can tell sounds like a fun job
Alba: A Wildlife Adventure is the name of this game if anyone is looking for it.
@@raynebeaubrytegal thanks yo
@@maltedmilkball2985 Hey there! I'm the one who records for this channel for almost a year now! All the gameplay is exclusive to this channel
The woman who killed her husband, bf and dog are the most terrifying to me, the people who you can’t tell anything is wrong with. Imagine if she wasn’t being investigated for stealing, would she have kept killing without anyone knowing?
What a great idea it was to listen to this before going to bed
Never. I knew him from childhood, through church. We went to Sunday School together. His family were salt of the earth people who did so much for the community, and everyone knew them. His sister was my friend, at church and at school. A nicer family you could not find. He murdered his 8 months pregnant wife and their 2 year old daughter.. and said that they had left. It was so out of left field that his family stood by him, because the thought of him harming them was incomprehensible, until the bodies were found. He will spend the rest of his life in prison, the family still visit, but they only refer to him as ‘the boy’. It was such an horrific crime, period, especially in the community where we live, where these things don’t happen. The family just locked themselves away, but they had done nothing wrong, and so people reached out, and brought something of normalcy back into their lives. My heart still breaks for his family, who lost two grandchildren and for the family of his deceased wife, who lost a daughter, sister and two grand children too. Senseless, absolutely senseless and they are no answers as to why.
I didn’t get to know him myself, but my uncle. He shot his stepson, my cousin, earlier this year in the middle of the day following an argument, then took his own life a couple months later. My siblings all said they knew this would happen from when they were kids and met him, they just didn’t know when it would happen.
48:00 This is why women keep choosing the bear over the human man
Story 13 it happened where I lived… the guy he murdered was a relative of the village grocery shop owner
I’ve known a few. Never did anyone, ever guess they would kill anyone else. This weirdly happened in the Midwest after my family moved there from a very large city-where I knew zero murderers.
There were four different murders with five people ending up dead. Thinking about each one still makes my stomach turn. Each circumstance was a _huge_ shock to everyone who knew them.
Since its midwest, muslims have a culture of honor killing, it could be that (not saying all muslims do or support it, but it definitely won't be separated from the religion and belonging society either). If it was an area with active war at that time in that area, that also explains it.
@@zakosistwhere does the person say anything about Muslims? Are you confusing the midwest of the US with the Middle East?!
In actuality, murder per capita is a lot more common outside of major cities. So it’s surprising only if you don’t actually know that. www.cdc.gov/nchs/pressroom/sosmap/homicide_mortality/homicide.htm has a place to rank the murder rate. DC tops the list which isn’t really fair as it should be counted with MD or VA. New York, which includes NYC, villain of conservative talking points, has a rate of 4.5 per 100,000 people, while Mississippi tops the list of states at 20.7.
@@jediping yes I was thinking middle east
@@zakosist It was just the Midwest, USA. But your comment does put it into perspective, a little.
My ex boyfriend shot and killed his father while he was sleeping on the couch. This occurred after we'd broken up many years prior. He's in prison and his mom has become very close to my parents (he had been friends with my younger brother for years and my parents stepped in to support her after the situation was done). She is in her 40's and has repeatedly requested to be deployed (and has been) in order to stay away from the house as much as possible.
Glad he didn’t end you 🥺 his poor mom
Always trust your instincts, our senses will know when something is not right before we do. Stay safe.
I really expected this channel to have at least 1mil, this is good content!! Keep it up!
15:01 "it was all in the name of Christ"
The script says all in the name of Christmas
People who usually get this vibe have gone through lots of experiences in life, or have extreme aware of their surroundings, and can pick up on body language, social cues, etc. Our intuition is no lie, yes. But a lot of comes form reading what is going on around you. If you get that "gut feeling" 9 out of 10 times it is as @janemba42 said, your survival instincts picking up on a threat.
Riding in the car with my then- significant other (42M.)
We were having a heated discussion and he began driving aggressively.
I (42F) said that I was frightened and asked him to slow down just as he ran a red light.
He looked at me with dark, angry eyes and roared at me that he didn't care if he killed us both.
I left him soon after.
About a decade later he went to prison for attempted murder after stabbing two people.
The strange thing is that he was normally a kind, generous, funny, loving person.
I don't understand why or how he snapped and did something so opposite to his normal behavior.
I'm still struggling to make sense of it.
@@roadbone1941 Thank you for sharing your story. I can see that it takes hard work and determination to overcome those blinding angry rages. You are amazing!
My ex is currently in prison now, serving time for the stabbing incident.
My hope is that he will receive the help he needs so he can live a better life if/when he is released.
I met my new housemate the day he was signing the rental agreement. I didn't like him. He didn't do anything but my instincts told me he was just like the guy who sexually assaulted me in college.
Yeah. His girlfriend moved in, and he turned out to be extremely abusive to her. He was also a drug addict. His behaviour escalated and I was homeless and couch surfing for six months because I fled for my safety after he started keaving weapons lying around the house.
It's only a matter of time before he kills someone.
When he's arrested for murder no one who's ever met him will be at all surprised.