One of the elderly ladies in our town was gang R when she was young, about 25-30. She went to the police. Got all the way to court but the judge didn't want to "ruin the lives of these young boys" so they got off free. She was and is a very loved person in the community. She got the help of a few other women and they lured each scumbag to their homes where the women would drug them, tie them up, and bring them to the river. The river is known for sucking in trees and animals and not letting them resurface for weeks and even months. Nobody said anything when the police began looking for the group of scum that disappeared. They were found later washed up on the banks of the river. Shes in her 80s now so the police can't really do anything about it due to legal loopholes. She is very proud of what she orchestrated and says she would do it again. Legend.
Yeah if anyone has a problem with that.. tbh? Blame the judge, if he had sentenced them to any time, it could have maybe spared them. But yeah, blame the judge; please give her big hugs from my family and I💗
bro i know so much about story 10. it is single-handedly the most heartbreaking story i’ve ever heard in my life. the youngest sister died (she was like 10 or something) and years later once the surviving sister was kinda moved on and married with a kid. her, her kid, and her husband had gone back to the bridge to pay their respects BUT when the husband was putting their kid into its car seat, the mom/original survivor who lost her sister jumped off that bridge to kill herself. the day they were kidnapped is referred to as the night two sisters died because the surviving one was never the same.
This was one that a lot of people knew about but rarely admitted to knowing...except those in that class. We had a 6th grade science teacher who got tired of hearing snotty 11 year olds curse in her classroom (a big deal in the 70s), while she said we had no idea what we were even saying. So one day our science lesson consisted of her writing every curse word she could think of on the chalkboard and explaining exactly what each meant. She used the correct Latin terms and then straight up English, was quite precise, and stern in a way that none of us dared giggle at. But of course someone talked and she was fired. She was unapologetic but the school was terribly embarrassed. That this was a tall, dignified, and elegant woman, wife, and mother in her 50s shocked a lot of people. Hey, in a small town, it was a big thing.
Idk that honestly sounds like exactly what a teacher should have done tbh. Once you tackle the issue head on like that, suddenly its not taboo and the kids wont find it sp funny anymore.
My story isn’t a small town secret, but rather, a neighborhood secret. There’s a rumor that decades ago, the owner of the property that is now my neighborhood murdered his maid and buried the body in the area that’s now my street. My family had a house built on the street and my mom was paranoid they’d dig up the remains during construction. Nothing was uncovered, but it’s still interesting to think that there might be a skeleton buried somewhere on my street.
My small town has multiple "secrets". One being the cops will accept bribes here there's not a single one that wants to do their job. They also won't get involved when they don't feel like it I've personally experienced this. There's also a lot of unexplained weird things but since everyone knows everyone here if you're not "in" with the people here they won't say a word about it but some of the stuff is absolutely terrifying. The opioid crisis. People like to pretend it's not read but everywhere you go in this town you'll see at least one person abusing an opioid. The doctors here were giving opiods for everything which caused it. There's more but these are the ones I can share morally.
My town had a pair of brothers who invited a girl over to fix her bike. They killed her and put her in a trash bag. One of them was caught but the other ran away but was caught. Whenever we find her sign out signature in a book at school we think of how psychotic those brothers were. We also named a park after her and our local Twin Kiss has named an ice cream after her i believe. RIP Autumn Pasquale
I remember when that happened…was friends with their older brother but he was out on his own years before that..blew me away when I found out who they were..crazy
My town of Waco, TX is mostly well known for the Waco Siege (even though it wasn't technically in Waco. It was the biggest town that was nearest to the location by 13 miles) but there are a good amount of hidden secrets and stories about the town. My personal favorite is around a lookout point in the local city park called Lover's Leap. It one of the most fantastic high points that looks out to the lower Brazos valley and you can see the river below as well. The story behind the name? Well there was two rival tribes that lived in the area and the daughter of the Chief of one tribe met and fell in love of a warrior of the rival tribe. Both tribes weren't too happy about it and threatened to go to war. Well to prevent it from happening, the two lovers climbed to the top of the cliff, jumped, and fell to their deaths. It's basically a classic "Romeo and Juliet" kind of legend that is also listed as ghost story as well. They say that if you walk down the riverside trail below the cliff, you could see two wispy ghostly orbs of the two lovers dancing among the trees, dancing in eternal matrimony.
I'd rather Waco be known for that than a tax organization burning a bunch of children in a misguided attempt in gaining popularity by killing a doomsday cult of barely legal pedophiles.
I wanted to go see the memorial and teach my boyfriend about the Siege while we were in Texas. If course the day I was in Waco the memorial was closed (labor day) so we went to see the mammoth excavation, Baylor museum, and ate at Jack in the Box. We drove by the Silos everyone was telling us to go to, but didn't go in because we had to get back to Temple.
A few years back I had a coworker who was an old military vet and spent his weekends reliving the glory days skydiving. He got diagnosed with cancer and was found dead soon after due to a skydiving accident. The thing is, he was a very experienced skydiver and his parachute was found rather far from his body. It was ruled an accidental death, but those of us that know him are pretty sure he decided how he wanted to go out and spare his family the pain of watching him wither away slowly.
When i was little i remember my mom telling me about how one day, a bunch of people in our town had dreams - maybe even the same dream - about being abducted by a ufo and interrogated by aliens, including her. It caused a huge buzz when it happened, but eventually some government official was asked about it and he made a comment about how ridiculous it was and calling it mass hysteria, which seemed to make the people who experienced it too embarassed to talk about it anymore, and eventually people just forgot. Its not the only time ufos have been a thing here though - apparently my grandpa and a bunch of neighbors saw some kind of weird craft doing maneuvres either near or in the town airport, moving up and down vertically and spinning, though now people who know about it think that it was probably an experimental military craft, maybe even an early version of a drone, since the way it was moving was similar to drones, and the maneuvres it was doing are a lot like the ones done when testing how a drone moves. It makes me wonder if the ufo dreams mightve also been the result of some shady military test, since the time when it happened lines up with the tail end of other fucked up government tests on unsuspecting civilians
I actually have a couple from my tiny town in Southern New England. 1. My day sports summer camp was built by a former nazi scientist (not a believer he was a case of "do it or die horribly"). He built a secret tunnel between the rather large house across the street and the main office of my camp just in case MOSAD or any number of his enemies came knocking. We all knew and passed it off as a fun camp rumor. Well my dad was childhood friends with the lead counciler/co owner of the property. As an adult i ran into her, after some small talk i decided to ask point blank about it. She laughed and said "Oh yeah its real. One of the ends is in the main office in that closet behind the refrigerator." Laughed about it for days. 2. The local neo nazi chapter was founded by a man we will just call N. Well, N died in his 80's in the late 2000's. I was friends with his (surprisingly not racist) grandson. Well... turns out N was a high ranking escaped Nazi officer by the name of Wagner. If hes the Wagner i think he is (all i can be certain of is that he was definitely an SS Officer based on some pictures my friend had, he was sketchy on details).... his family helped to bankroll Hitler's campaign for the Chancelor of Germany. So. One of the men who possibly funded the fucking holocaust died of old age in New England. Doesnt that piss you off a little? And before its inevitably pointed out, new england has A LOT of escaped Nazis. Sad but true. 3. In a nearby town, the serial killer Michael Ross murdered and r*ped several young women (possibly in that order). He was caught and eventually executed. I went to school with relatives and family friends of his victims. Loads more than that too. My town was established in the 1600's and is one of the oldest in america. Old towns, old secrets that never seem to vanish.
I am a base brat. Grew up on military bases across the country. One town where we lived there was a playground known as "bone park" it was a children's playground that was built over a former cemetery and mass grave from a cholera outbreak. Kids had been finding remains for years. Second dark secret is a town where I did most of high school the base commander was later revealed to be a serial killer. He was convicted but bizarrely still collects a military pension due to an oversight that there were no provisions to revoke it.
I like these longer format videos. Also from my hometown, Portland Oregon I used to work as a security guard. I had some schools that I patrolled at night that were on the SE side of the county that were built mostly in the 50s-60s. One however, Pleasent Valley Elementary was built originally from what I could tell from old pictures sometime in the late 1800s. It then burnt to the ground sometime in the early 1900s and was rebuilt in 1940 on the same foundation in the same style as the old school. Fellow guards basically refused to patrol the grounds at night as it was in the middle of the woods. There were stories of screaming from the woods, tapping on the basement windows at night and even a few ghost kid sightings in the windows. The second school was Alice Ott Elementary, built in the early 50s it still looks like it never got any renovations, exposed radiators and yellowing paneled windows on the wood doors. The janitorial staff said that at night you could sometimes hear the First principles wife walking down the linoleum tiled hallways in her stiletto heels. Hearing the *click* *clack* *click* *clack* as she walked. But if you looked into the hallway it was always empty.
My hometown had some of the worst police on the force. There are several unsolved murders. Thing is, everyone who was living in the area strongly suspected the Police Chief's adult son. The first murder the PC called a press conference to tell the public that his son wasn't a suspect and to stop tying up the tiplines with false allegations. The second one was a gas station massacre with multiple bodies. My grandma worked with a man who had stopped to get gas and saw who went in before the shooting started. Their Supervisor told him to go to the cops and give a statement. He decided he would after his shift. The next workday he and his whole family were gone. They'd left town in the middle of the night. No notice. No forwarding address. Any relatives in town were tight lipped as to where they'd gone.
@@Palepetal I wish I could say it was a unique problem. But the older I got and the more I learned, I've encountered way too many similar stories from folks in surrounding areas. Small Southern towns have deep rooted issues. Those issues come with body counts.
Ok, late to the convo, but this story is intense, so strap yourself in. I live in a tiny town (500 people) that is right next door to another tiny town (750). In the other town there was a heavy alcoholic couple. When they got drunk, they sometimes got violent. We started seeing him a lot more one week in our town, puffy eyed and crying, and not as drunk as usual. The gossip started rolling. Eventually the story started unfolding. The guy's wife died (we presumed in a violent fight) and the guy was so drunk, he couldn't remember if he had done it or not. He panicked and didn't tell the cops, so she was in the house, for days, just dead. After a bit, he started to ask his drunk buddies if they would help him get rid of the body. Some declined, and eventually one of them called the cops. When they found her, she was rolled up in a rug stuffed between the wall and a bed. The autopsy revealed she had died of natural (induced by heavy drinking) causes. Are you ready for the kicker????? They found several different samples of semen in her, NONE of which were her husbands, and ALL of which happened AFTER she had died.
I have 2 small town secrets about where I live. 1. There's a a horrible teacher that worked at my high school who even the other teachers hated. It was rumored that her husband is actually rich and owns half the county which is the only reason this woman is even employed when she's known to have multple fireable offenses. 2. There's almost no actual crime here but police funding is based entirely on how many arrests they make. This results in the police where I live faulsifying arrest reports and randomly arresting innocent people for no real reason. They've also been known to abuse their power like when a cop turned on his sirens just to get his lunch from the drive thru at McDonald's. Bonus secret: According to a bank manager the richest person in town looks like he's homeless. Being a bank manager he knows how much money is in everyone's bank account and apparently this dirty homeless looking dude is freaking loaded. He's not allowed to disclose personal information so no one knows exactly who he was talking about, there are several actual homeless people who live around here. But apperently one guy is secretly the richest person in town and is just super stingy with his money.
I grew up in the back water boonies of Pennsylvania, and growing up there has always been a story passed down at least a few generations now about how there is rumored to be a dead body of a railway worker sealed inside the cement of a very old stone bridge on the outskirts of town. I don’t think it’s ever been confirmed, but I’ve passed under it many times growing up and keep wondering about it as it’s always just been unspoken lore.
I live in in England. Up till 1971, it was common in my home-town to leave a pram with a baby in it, outside a shop. That stopped after a baby girl was snatched. The kidnapper was a woman and was jailed for 3 months. In the 1990's 4 children who were all under the age of 9, died in a house-fire. The parents said it was a hate crime, and produced racist letters they had been sent. It turned out that they had fabricated the letters, and started the fire to claim the insurance. I was disgusted, and thought, 'Why couldn't you have planned it better so the children were not at home?'
There were a set of brothers in my town that were in love with the same girl (they were all like 14/15) Well, while the girl was saying the one brother, she was feeding the flames of the other brother. "I love you but can never be with you as long as your brothers around" type of thing. Eventually, she convinced the brother that to be together he'd have to murder his brother, and this kid completely dismembers him and buried him in the front yard. Obviously, they got caught for it, but it completely drove their parents insane. I don't know what happened to the mother, but the father completely snapped. Stuck in the house that his son murdered his other son and then was drug off to prison, he'd sit outside on Halloween and show you where his son murdered and buried the other as if telling a ghost story. It was almost as if it were a ghost story that had happened to a previous owner, but he owned it at the same time. Shit was nuts nuts
Pleasently surprised to see a story from Monroeville in this video. It's my mom's hometown, and my maternal grandparents still live there. My uncle (my mom's brother), aunt and cousins lived there for quite a long while as well before moving to Pensacola. A year or two before they moved (about 5 or 6 years ago now), my aunt and the youngest of my cousins (he's 16, I'm 18) both appeared in the annual stageplay of _To Kill A Mockingbird._ My cousin was Dill. The week after my parents, my siblings and I saw them in the play, J.K. Rowling visited Monroeville to watch it and my cousin got to meet her. We were quite jealous of him, especially my twin sister because she's a major Potterhead, even more so than myself and the rest of my immediate family. For those unfamiliar with the play, it takes place at the old Monroeville Courthouse (which is now a museum; the current courthouse is right next door) in the center of town. There's an outdoor theater with a patio for chairs beside the old courthouse. The stage has three scaled-down (except for the door) house fronts on it. This is where the first half of the play is held. During the intermission, the cast and audience move to the courtroom of the old courthouse, where the second half of the play occurs. On a kind-of unrelated note, I was actually in that very courtroom two months ago for my aforementioned cousin's Eagle Scout Court of Honor (the third ESCH I've attended this year, with the first being my own).
Your story is confusing. The setting of the play is Maycomb, Alabama. You mean they stage a production of the play at the Monroeville Courthouse in Monroeville, PA. Also, your story has nothing to do with small town secrets.
Where I live it's in the country and if you have family history here then that means you're from at least one of the well-known families around here. We're all familiar with each others history including who is related to who. One family in particular, at some point a couple hundred years ago, had a lot of mixed-race people due to slavery. At some point they decided they liked their lighter-skinned, mixed-race appearances and began to only have children with one another to keep the appearances in the family. Their children were encouraged to marry their own cousins or other relatives rather than marry someone from a darker-skinned family since at the time it was illegal for one of them to marry anyone white so in their mind incest was the only "good" option. My grandma told me that they, of course, had to eventually stop because the children were being born with devastating deformities and disabilities. Most of the families are aware of their history but if you meet someone from that family, you certainly don't bring it up and you don't discuss it with outsiders either. Used to be friends with a girl from that family back in elementary school until she moved away. She was fun to hang out with.
Edge of my small European town was man living at his 50s. He had wife who died to cancer and 3 daughters (all already adults), but who lived with him. They were nice girls, studied well and were quite happy people. Rumor went around that one by one all three got pregnant and nobody knew who the fathers were. They all gave birth and life went on, girls sadly were not seen much other than buying food from local market area. Sometimes they were seen with kids. They got pregnant again and and still nobody knew who the fathers were. People started joking, that maybe it was the daughters father. I was still very little when the children of those daughters were getting grown up, couple of boys and couple of girls. And as you guessed as soon those girls got 18, they got pregnant too. Everyone almost forgot about them, until this happened and then things took the turn to the worse. It got attention of social workers, so investigation was made. It came out that old man impregnated his daughters. And then with his age of 70 he also knocked one of his granddaughters up. If you thought this was messed up - it came out that his one of the grandson also knocked his sister up. Then second grandson knocked another sister up and including his sister-aunt ? too. Later it came out that they all had given birth at home and there was actual graveyard at the mans house of failed births. I don't know the total number as this part of very private for the public. Place was like some sort of breading house, but instead animals , people were constantly being made. I know, that whole family of old man, his 3 daughters, 3 granddaughters, 2 grandsons and still unborn 4 kids moved quite fast away. I don't know what came of them, but they are forever known as local sex cult family. If this was confusing, then - man had 3 daughters, made babies with them. 3 granddaughters and 2 grandsons survived. Then man made baby with his granddaughter. One of his grandson made baby with his sister. Then another grandson made baby with another of his sister and also made baby with his aunt. Edit: I know question everyone had, was how healthy kids were, well apparently they were fine, no third arms, but that is all I know. At this point who knows.
@@commanderwolf395 as if the story it’s own wasn’t bizarre enough. Old man gave it the second rounds. Now i understand why my police friend once told me “once sex offender, always sex offender” cause they will keep doing it unless they are locked up for the rest of their life
Also story 42: Adam Lanza: The Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting occurred on December 14, 2012, in Newtown, Connecticut, United States, when 20-year-old Adam Lanza shot and killed 26 people. Twenty of the victims were children between six and seven years old, and the other six were adult staff members.
A pair of hunters came out here and went out to camp at a nearby cove. We hear a gunshot at somepoint and one of the men come by after a few hours asking if we have seen his buddy. It wasn't until later that we hear that the man shot the other and tried to pass it off that the guy got lost in the countryside, and tried to threaten my uncle who flew them out here to leave the troopers out of this. They were waiting at the airport when my uncle went to bring the guy back, having phoned ahead of time
Not so much as a small town secret but a shocking surprise that happened in our family when my aunt had her house renovated. There was a section on the side of the house where it was mostly left alone for years. When the construction people had dug up the soil to fix up a wall, they were shocked to find a lovingly, well-preserved baby in a mason jar. From what they could tell, they suspected it was from a miscarriage. What got us spooked about that was not so much as the baby in the jar but the fact that FOR YEARS AND YEARS we always thought her house was haunted. Countless were the stories of witnessing a child running and laughing in the main living room. There were even times back then when my aunt would catch my ailing and dying grandfather talking to nothing. When asked, he said he was talking to a child. Even I have witnessed a silhouette of a child in that house. The 'hauntings' stopped when my aunt, maybe out of respect, gave the baby a memorial altar in her living room. The ghostly child had not been heard or seen since.
4:52 Something similar happened in Chicago in the past two years. Ogilvie had a bomb threat, officers were swarming the area, and a guy tries to rob a bank south of there. Ends up forgetting a proper bag to stow the cash in, holding it in his fist instead, and accidentally lost his grip while fleeing the building. Dollars were flying everywhere. He grabbed what he could and ran.
The third story about the kid killing himself was a kid in England it was covered or explained by a cool RUclipsr Mrballen according to it the kid father worked around the house or basically build things
Mostly a neighbourhood/housing estate secret thing rather than small town, and I only found out about it as an adult. The street I grew up on had a caught, convicted and done his time in prison nonce. Why the local council decided to put him in an area that had 4 primary schools and a high school within a 5-10 minute walk from that street baffles me. But every adult in the area knew who he was and what he had done. I often woke up in the middle of the night to police and ambulances on the street, outside the same address each time. That was because the local crime boss would gather many dads of the estate together for a little "hunting party" where they would go to the nonces place and beat seven bells of shit out of him as a reminder to not touch any of the kids in the area. Everyone knew who had done it but always said they didn't know or didn't see anything so nobody got caught. Eventually the beatings grew more frequent and he was moved to a different place as he feared for his life. The hunting party caught wind of this, had someone follow his moving van and find his new address, they then went around as many people as the could with his photo and his crimes so that the beatings would continue in the new place. He was moved again and that's where the trail went cold and I have no idea what happened to the guy. There are other things like the local high school had a massive old oak tree, beautiful thing just outside its grounds before I was born. But it was cut down and erased from existence after a high schooler hung themselves on it. That whilst I attended that high school one of the female teachers was caught pleasing herself under the desk mid-lesson.
This isn’t a secret, but it is an interesting/slightly relevant story. I was in probably 6th or 7th grade. We live in a middle class suburban neighborhood. I was sitting on the front porch, looking at Pinterest, when I heard a few of my younger sisters talking to someone with a male voice. (The cars in the driveway blocked my view.) I was instantly suspicious, so I got up and went to go check it out. I am the oldest of 5 girls, and the ones that were outside that day were all several years younger than me. I can’t remember if my second oldest sister was there. If she was, it would’ve been a 9/10 year old, 6/7 year old, and possibly a 3/4 year old girl out that day. (Sorry, my memory isn’t great because this was almost 5 years ago and I don’t remember much from middle school.) Anyways, I walk past the cars and see this dude on a bicycle talking to my sisters by the mailbox. I was instantly creeped out, so I came up to make sure everything was alright. He asked me if he had seen his dog. He explained that it was a chubby little dog. When I asked what its name was, he said it was Lexi. (I was trying to act like I wasn’t suspicious of him so he didn’t try to do anything.) He said to let him know if we saw it, so I said ok. The next thing that happened was really weird. My older neighbor, who is a big guy and into boats, hunting, fishing, etc, came outside to see what was going on. As soon as the guy who was talking to my sisters saw the neighbor, he instantly took off on his bike up the hill. I brought all my sisters inside and told my mom what had happened. A day or 2 later, Mom showed me a picture of a guy on the s*x offender registry and asked if that was the guy who had talked to us. I said yes, I thought so. A few days after that, and the guy had actually ridden back down our hill and around the cul-de-sac. Later that morning, my dad was giving a statement to a police officer. He had me come out and tell the story too. I told the story as best as I remembered it, and then stood on the porch while my dad talked with the cop. Luckily, we haven’t seen the creep since, and we now have several Ring cameras around our house. Whenever I remember that incident, I’m so glad that my parents taught my sisters and me stranger danger. I also thank God that I was outside that day, because my sisters were all young and probably didn’t think much about the guy talking to them. It makes my blood run cold when I think of what might’ve happened if my neighbor hadn’t come outside and scared the guy away or if I hadn’t been on the porch keeping an ear out. I know the creep couldn’t have easily kidnapped children while riding a bike, but he might’ve gotten them to follow him and then goodness knows what would happen. Be careful, everyone. There are creeps everywhere, even in relatively nice neighborhoods. PLEASE teach your kids not to blindly trust strangers, because you never know when they will need that skill.
@@kcbh24 yeah I know, I specified that it was slightly relevant but definitely not a small town story. I thought of it first when I watched the video, so I decided to write it all down here.
@@so_much_for_jj those girls are lucky to have a big sister like you. You should be proud of yourself. I sure wish I had a big sister to watch my back like that. All I got is an older brother who could barely get away from his PC long enough to be part of the real world. Dont get me wrong, if someone picked on me hed kick their ass, but I could be straight up murdered in the next room and he wouldnt hear me with his headset on 🤣🤣
@@dillongage Aww, thanks so much! I’m sorry your brother was so invested in his computer lel. But it’s good that he’d still stand up for you when people picked on you!
Got another one. In my neighborhood, my bus would drop me off with two other students at the bottom of the hill about seven houses away. In our area, each house in on a property about 2 acres, so this is a decent 7ish minute walk home for me. We had a substitute driver and I was the only person for my stop that day. Despite being the last person on the bus, they refused to drop me off at my house and dropped me off at the bottom of the hill. There was a van with tinted windows along the street heading down the hill. I see this and head up the hill on the opposite side at a steady pace. They started up their car and did a u-turn in a driveway to try to follow me. At this point I deadsprinted up the hill, dashed through several backyards, and hid out in the rafter of a garden shed in my neighbor’s backyard, having been hidden from sight while doing so. This van looped around the block. I could see it through a roof panel. They slowed up looking for me and looped two more times. When they had went to the opposite side again, I darted for my house, using the dense wooded area between the houses on our loop for cover. Next day, a woman from the neighborhood one main road away from us gets kidnapped. Same van. She’s luckily found alive and relatively unharmed.
My town and a couple nearby had five girls go missing in the 70s and are considered to be linked to each other, but they were never solved. There's a podcast about it that came out a year or two ago that kind of brought it back into the conversation. A couple of years ago, they actually found one of their bodies, I believe. Same town but unrelated, but not too long ago, one of my teachers got arrested for taking voyeuristic photos of girls. Unfortunately, both my sisters had him. He was also genuinely well-liked and seemed to be a nice guy.
Hell, I've got a story to tell. Not exactly a town secret but some shitty thing my school did that traumatised two or more people. TW - ! SA ! So when I was in about year 5 (4th grade for any Americans reading this), there was this kid, we'll call him Alec. Alec had a learning disorder and couldn't understand much but what he did understand was how to make people REALLY uncomfortable. There were also two girls in my class who now go to my secondary school, one came out as trans a year ago. We'll call girl A Jessie and girl B Sandy. So these two were best friends and practically did everything together. This one particular day they were standing in line together waiting to be took inside after breaktime. Jessie was in front of Sandy and Alec was standing behind Sandy. Alec started rubbing himself against Sandy and her being 10, not knowing what sexual assault is, asked Jessie if they could switch places with each other because of Alec, and Jessie agrees. He does the same thing to Jessie. After everyone went inside, Jessie and Sandy both go up to our teacher and tell her what happened. They thought it was taken care of. A couple weeks later, Jessie talks about what happened with Alec to her mum (Dad was out the picture) and her mother was rightfully furious. Turns out the school never told their parents what happened. After Sandy's mother finds out and is also, very rightfully, furious. Nothing was ever done about this and Alec's mum and the Headteacher used his disability as an excuse for his behaviour. These girls didn't even get an apology. Alec then went on to do this to several other girls, and still, nothing was done. Later on in the year he was expelled for touching another girls breasts. The next year, they let him back in. And y'know what all these girls got? The most monotone, unmeaningful, fake-ass apology. They were LOCKED in a room with him, not even with a teacher and he was forced to apologise. But it turns out, repressed memories aren't very fun so remembering how I was Sandy wasn't exactly the best of experiences. Genuinely hope Alec is okay because kids don't just sexually assault someone out of human urge. It's been years and I still can't help but think how his home life was like considering what happened.
I was born and raised in Salem MA, y'know, the "Witch City" as we are called. I spent a good amount of time during my childhood summers at Winter Island / Fort Pickering in Salem Harbour, I know the place like the back of my hand, every nook and cranny and every path and ditch, well maybe except for the abandoned underground bunkers that the city ordered to be locked off. Yup, Fort Pickering, as far as I can tell by this around 400-year-old fort, had an underground bunker system. It's a very beautiful place, indeed, and I've had a lot of good times there. But if you're a local, like me, you know that that place is more than meets the eye. Back when I was in 3rd grade, I heard my mom and another teacher at my school talking about Winter Island. Winter Island is host to an abandoned and aging aircraft hangar from back when it was a Coast Guard air station, and no one is allowed in there, as far as I am aware. So, my mom goes "Isn't that place haunted?" and the teacher goes "Oh yes, very haunted." I have my doubts, but I wouldn't put it past that either. I've also heard stories from my grandfather, who is around 70 years of age and knows every single person in our town and has a relatively good reputation amongst the population. Apparently, back around when World War Two ended, there was a UFO sighting there, and he even showed me a picture. The picture was low quality, black-and-white and shit, but that wasn't it. The picture was aimed towards the sky, pointed at a giant flying saucer thingy with five giant lamps on the bottom next to a smaller one hovering above the island. I have no idea where the fuck this photograph came from, I have no idea how my grandfather acquired this photograph, and I have serious doubts about this, but he's seen some shit, so I have some trust in his claim. And those are just the stories I've heard of so far. No one, not even the locals, have been inside those bunkers. And from what I can tell, they go down pretty fuckin' deep. And I didn't even mention the big, abandoned house next to a fucking playground, which is boarded up, and I've heard noises from in there before, and no one has been in that house since before 1900 as far as I can tell, and no one has been in its basement which is kept off-limits by caution tape. That island is a fucking mystery, people, take that from the person who has been treading on its grounds for more than 13 years. Oh, and about the aircraft hangar, I took a peek through thin gap in the hangar doors and saw what appeared to be construction equipment and furniture. Forklifts, wooden pallets, scaffolding, tables, chairs, you get the idea. People have been in there before, but who? Why? When? Are they with the city? What the fuck is going on in there? Like I said. That island is a fucking mystery. Edit: I asked my grandfather to show me the image of those UFOs again, because I felt like I didn't remember the image correctly, as I hadn't looked at it for about 7 years. I got it all wrong. It was taken from a long distance away showing four big floating glowing orbs hovering over Winter Island. Image was taken in 1952, the year my grandfather was born. My mistake, lads!
I basically grew up in this small town my whole life so I got stories to tell. One time kids went up a large hill near our town playing with matches and lit the whole hill on fire. Much later there was a stand off with police and a man in his house. I don't know all the details but the guy had a wife, and a baby and he basically lost his mind. I don't know if he killed himself, and his family or he got arrested. Another story that's crazy is my high school had a hazmat incident. Some students were in the boys bathroom smoking black tar heroin, causing everyone standing in the hallway underneath the air vents to get sick. Students and faculty got sent to the hospital because of this stupid stunt
My parents own a piece of a property that's now a environmental reserve spilt into 13 shares, NPO and all, there's a story about 70 years ago about the dude that owned the whole property before hand, the story goes a cattle farmer bought the land with his wife, had 3 kids and was living a fairly normal life, till one day 2 of the kids decide to go walk about the surrounding bush land and get lost. They were supposedly lost for days but made it back in one piece, but by then it was too late since both kids had eaten some sort of poison berry's. The story continues to say after the parents passed away the 3rd kid decided to sell the land and make it into an environmental and meditation retreat. Now that place is well known by the locals for being a naked hippie commune, I've only been here for 7 years in the outback's of Australia but I almost got lost as well, no decent water source avaliable and don't know asses from donkeys when it comes to edible plants. The story is largely forgotten but this is a town that has under 800 people and the suburb I'm in has an average age of 47. Not really scary but just sad, never go walk about without proper equipment and safety tools with you.
A group of people peed in the soap dispensers of almost everywhere in town. We don't know how or why they did it, but almost every restaurant bathroom, hotel bathroom, or store bathroom had pee in all the soap dispensers. You could tell because the soap inside would be green instead of the usual blue. :(
I lived in a town of 1700 people. Everyone knew everyone. When I was in high school a girl a few years older than me accused the town cop of r*ping her. It wasn't even investigated. No one believed her because she was a "bad" girl. A hellion, into petty crime, weed and what not. I had interacted with her on a couple of occasions though, and she didn't seem like the bullshitting kind. The cop was well liked in the town and seemed normal to me, also a girl, when I was arrested a year later at the age of 17 (stupid, teenage, small-town stuff.) Several years later that cop was sent to prison for the brutal beating and r*pe of his ex-wife. She was a lawyer, so there was no way for him to convince anyone she was lying, as he had done for the girl. Turns out he was violent and abusive during the marriage, too. Now, all of that doesn't necessarily mean he had r*aped the teenager, but I totally think he did. Poor girl. Imagine that happening and no one believing you because it was a well-liked cop that did it. That town was so f*cked up. Another cop that was there for a couple of years was done for CP. The volunteer fire chief was lighting fires because the more fires they fought, the more funding the station could get. Madness.
I live in a small town in Texas. Back in the late 80's an 18 year old boy was found strung from a tree, it appeared he'd hung himself. Rumors quickly spread across town that he was part of a satanic cult that had been around for a couple years at that point, and it was believed that he'd either sacrificed himself for the cult, or he'd been murdered due to his affiliation. Three years later his older sister was also found dead. It's unknown if her death was cult related or not. Both were exhumed and autopsies show they both had high levels of Elavil in their systems, which pointed to both deaths being homicides. This was before I was born and it's kinda taboo to talk about because nobody knows if any of it is true. How big the cult is, or was, nobody knows.
Before I was was moved to 8th grade (last year of primary school in my country, 11 and 12 year old kids), I was told that I would get a male teacher. He had come into my classroom to meet his new students and everything. A few weeks before school started after the summer break, We learn that he won't be teaching us. In fact, he wouldn't be teaching in my school at all. Turns out, as a end of primary school present, he would invite his class to his home. There he had a swimming pool in his garden for the kids to swim in. That had happened for years, and was not the problem. The problem was that he also had a sauna, and invited the girls into the sauna with him, telling the girls that you should be naked in there and encouraged them to take of their swimsuits. Over the summer it had gotten out when one of the girls had told her parents about the sauna! The school treid to sweep this story under the rug after firing the teacher, and if it was not for one classmate being friends with almost that whole class, it would have worked. But to this day not many people know about this.
A town I used to live near had an abandoned gold mine. It wasn't played out either. It was called "Holly Terror" after the founder's wife. Yeah, the name was fitting. It's killed scores of people with collapses and floods.
I grew up in a small town with less than 4,000 people currently it probably had less than 5,000 when I was a kid. There was a police chief, that was known to help out young boys who were in trouble often. He would take them under his wing and mentor them. Well after he retired from the force it was a huge headline that he had killed one of the boys that was now a man that he had mentored. I don't know what was going through that guy's mind, but he decided that he was going to tell everybody and decided to warn him before doing so from what I've heard. He was shot dead in the driveway of that ex-police Chief. The younger man's girlfriend and friends decided to speak out on his behalf after he was killed. Many other young men stepped forward as victims. The ex police chief went after troubled teen boys whose family didn't involve themselves much in the child's life. He would make it look like that he was giving them support and fatherly figure that they were missing. After he gained the teenager's trust he would convince them to have sex. And usually it had something to do with the teen getting into some minor trouble and basically offered a cover-up in exchange for sex. And if a boy refused when he wanted sex, he would say that he would turn the boy in and they didn't want to go back to jail. This man would also buy them things like food, clothes and other things that they might want. That was another way that he controlled the teens. He usually let them go after a certain age because the police station offered more victims and because he obviously had a type. Believe it or not he did have a wife that was on scene during the shooting. She was in bed as this altercation happened at 3:00 a.m. The killer didn't want a trial and he pleaded guilty to second degree murder as it was not premeditated. He got 15 years to life. He may not even survive the first 15 years as he was already 60 years old and not in great health. Unfortunately, the Statue of limitations passed for third degree (it's basically statutory) rape. For pretty much everyone except maybe a few but he was going to jail anyway and probably will never come out so they weren't too worried about getting justice.
I want to add my two cents to this subject. A family member of mine, now dead, owned a farm. He grew corn, and between the corn he grew weed. He was caught the weed was taken and burned in a pit fire, every cop was there, and got high off the smoke. My family member then went on to run to be sheriff. He did not win, but not because he was a convicted drug grower, but because the sheriff job went to someone related to the current sheriff at the time.
I don't live in my hometown anymore as I recently moved 12 hours away. But there's an urban legend about a white entity in the woods that murdered an entire family. It was given the name "the white screamer" because of the blood curdling screams that came from the woods sometimes. The stories have been told since the 1800s. But now that I'm really thinking about it, the urban legend probably came from someone who heard a mountain lion screaming. It still gives me the creeps even though I live so far away now. There have been multiple sightings of it from people throughout the years, and this story always reminded me of the game "until dawn"
Not a secret, just very sad, but when I was in high school there was a little boy who lived on main street who was raped and murdered by his grandfather who was babysitting him while his parents were out. As far as I know, the grandfather got life in prison after that. The house was torn down, and rebuilt into a community center in his honor
My classmate grabbed my friend from behind all of a sudden and put scissors under her neck, saying he's gonna slit her throat. I don't think he was joking, he was known to display aggressive behavior . Our friend was crying, thankfully he got talked out of it. We were like 10 or 11 so I don't remember a lot of details, just fear. For some reason, our homeroom teacher excused his actions because he had adhd and even with my limited knowledge, I understood that adhd doesn't make kids want to murder their classmates. My kid self knew more about adhd than a special needs teacher (our school was adapted to hold special needs students). It's not even a secret, nobody really talked about it afterwards. We probably didn't want to feel worse and bring back intense fear we felt around the guy. I might be 1 out of 10 people who remember the incident, it's way too specific to casually bring up.
There are still stories about this. My home village is surrounded by rubber tree forests (so called) and most of the adults in the neighborhood works for the rubber company. Mom told me a few years back that my uncle rode past a dead body in the trees when he was young, but the thing is that no one ever really cared about that body. I know that back then there were still a great amount of gangs and so conflicts made them into killing people but somehow the police never batted an eye.
My Mom's hometown had a serial killer. I don't know the details, Mom only mentioned it once, in a story about why she never uses Ouija boards. I tried looking it up, but this would have been well before the internet so I couldn't find anything. And they might have hushed it up- I know my Mom once pointed out a house as we were driving by on a visit and said "that's the place where the lady committed "suicide." "Suicide?" we asked. "Yeah," she said. "Apparently she stabbed herself, threw herself down a flight of stairs, and then hung herself. And somehow it was ruled as suicide." Or at least, that's as close as I can remember to the conversation. And if they hushed up that one, who knows how many other deaths were ruled as suicides or accidents when they were really homicides? I know the serial killings happened when she was a teenager, so around 40 years ago, but that's the most I know about it. (Because of course the creepy story about people using a Ouija board during a series of serial killings and being scarred for life over whatever happened would involve teenagers. And no, my Mom isn't flighty, superstitious, prone to lying, or anything similar. That is the ONLY story like that she's ever told me. Everything she's ever said has been serious. She never even tells jokes. She is very much grounded. Her only flight of fancy so far as I know is her persistent belief that God made dinosaur bones as a joke, because religion is a hell of a drug. So I believe her. Because of all my family, she's not one of the ones who would make up a story like that.)
I’ve got one, back when I was in elementary school the Principal’s wife was found murdered in her house. The local police botched the crap out of the investigation from Day 1 due to the fact that the homicide department had no training. The reason for the lack of training? Every two years the departments would swap investigators and since homicides either never happened or were never called in no one in the local departments had any clue what they were doing, they had to call in investigators from our state’s capital to investigate. Before that happened though the crime scene was completely contaminated, ladies from the local church were allowed in to “clean up” and any sort of evidence that could’ve been found simply wasn’t. Another thing about this story is that the Principal’s oldest son who was an about 3 or 4 years older than me was a prime suspect. Kids I went to school with who knew him talked about how he wanted to kill his Mom, I rode the bus with the guy and at the time I honestly believed it. The Principal stayed working in that district for a while but I moved some years later, good riddance to that place!
I have multiple of these 1. Went to a small christian school. The max amount of students they ever had were 102. Long story short the bible teacher got fired for having s!x with a senior. 2. Because the school was so small sometimes the parents would sub for the teachers. It was a very small town so most of the parents went to high school together, and the parents didn’t like it when they found out this specific parent was subbing. This parent/sub had a video out there of her and a bunch of men “running the train”. Shortly after I left her son started to post corn on twitter while he was still a minor. 3. My home town is very well known for being the kkk capital. There is a donut shop that hasn’t been owned for many many years. In the basement of that donut shop was where the kkk would hold their meetings. Have a great day and happy new year!
I once had a teacher in high school who said it was a shame that hazing had been done away with. I remember thinking, what an odd thing for a man in his 40’s to say.
There is this very prominent and wealthy family from the town I grew up in, their children were all very well liked and popular in school (and not the mean kind of popular kids, they were liked by everyone), pure academic super stars, I even befriended the younger daughter and we visited each other on the odd occasion. So when I was still in primary school there was a big story making the rounds about a group of kids being caught who tied up a dog and started cutting out pieces of this animal while it was still alive, the kids were caught but the police stayed tight lipped due to the kids being under the age of 18 at the time. Fast forward a couple of years we are hanging with a friend who's mom was a police officer, now she might have climbed into the brandy a bit too much that night but when we talked about this family she spilled the beans that the oldest daughter was ring leader in the whole dog torture scandal. We sat there in stunned silence and listened to the details, I couldn't never in my life think that such a sweet kind and intelligent person can be capable of something so cruel and dark. At that point we didn't interact much as I was off to highschool in another town and basically moved away when I went to study , she did friend me on Facebook, she got family and kids but I sometimes wonder what goes on in that mind.
My town's darkest known secret isn't much of a secret. The movie Walking Tall was made about the stuff that went on in my area (the original one about Buford Pusser, not the remake with The Rock)
Went to a small, poor Catholic high school growing up. It stayed afloat because one of the parents was embezzling money from the local bank and donating it. This wasn't their only less then legal income stream. That isn't even my story. The secret was the girl's basketball coach (male) was sleeping with the star player, the under-18 star player. Pretty much everybody in school knew this and nothing was ever done about it. Can say rumors all you want, but without going into detail, I saw various evidence of it firsthand. She moved in with him some time after high school. They eventually got married & have kids now.
This one is kinda dark TW: d3ath and @buse mentioned. So I live in a very small town of about 2000-3000 residents. (Btw this happened when I was 8 or 9) I’ve never had very great neighbors, especially right next door. Our old rude neighbor had just moved away and so we (me and my mom), where happy to get new neighbors. They had just moved in, a mother and father in their twenties most likely and their 2 year old daughter. They where fairly nice but kinda suspicious but I didn’t think much of it. I would always play outside then hear like terrible, horrendous baby screams coming from next door (not normal baby cries/screams, like screams of terrible pain) but I was very young so I shook it off. Few months later we wake up to caution tape wrapped around our neighbors house and porch and cops everywhere. The cops wouldn’t tell us anything but we soon found out on the news. Their daughter was missing. They found the severed body in a nearby pond a week or so later. Turns out it was the parents that did it. The murder weapon was a hair brush. Edit:the cop did tell us one thing after they had cleaned out the sene, their was blood splattered all the way on the ceiling. (It’s a big house the ceiling is about ehhh 10-15 feet tall.) and it still haunts me too this day how they could get blood splattered on the ceiling using a HAIRBRUSH.
#21 - My wife worked at a McDs. One of her _married_ managers was fired after he was caught in the back room f*cking one of the 17 year-old employees. And then there was another manager who had to transfer after he started shacking up with one of the employees who was 19 with a kid - the same employee who tried to hit on me and turned cold toward me and my wife when I rebuffed her advances.
The cops in my Northern Ontario town were regularly picking up intoxicated Indigenous people, taking their shoes and winter jackets, and leaving them 20-30 km from town in the middle of the night in the dead of winter. Every year 2-3 Indigenous people would be found frozen to death when the snow melted. Their deaths would be written off as 'Got drunk, stumbled out of town and died." This happened for decades.
@@non_so_che_cazzo_dire9768 Pick a year between 1970 and today and you'll find these deaths that were brushed under the rug. I worked at a Car Dealership in NorOnt for years. One day two Indigenous people were discovered frozen to death in the abandoned lot behind the dealership. My boss, the owner who rubbed elbows with the mayor and police chief and other notables in town, made some phone calls and the deaths were given next to no coverage in the media and the dealerships name was never mentioned.
I grew up in a mid to small size city, so not really applicable, but the neighborhood I grew up in had a few notable events. One neighbor's house blew up. Poor guy was a smoker, so his sense of smell was poor. He had a gas leak, woke up, went to light up, and BOOM. Another neighbor, on the next block, I knew his wife and had been tutoring her in Japanese before this happened, he snapped and held her hostage. The SWAT team's bomb robot, which they used for this for whatever reason, apparently knocked the house off it's foundation, plus every surface was covered with tear gas, so I think the house was condemned, and her husband shot himself after letting her go. Really messed up part is his mother owned the house and lives right across the street, and she'd had two sons and the other one had also killed himself in that house, but apparently before my family moved in. So she lived where she'd have to look at the house where both her sons killed themselves every day. Well, I speak of her in the present tense, but I haven't spent time in that neighborhood since my parents moved out a couple of years ago so maybe she's passed as well by now.
My story is that in my town there are lots of crazy people and junkies. But there was a thing that only happened a few years back a guy shot his wife then had a gunfight with police 2 officers were shot one in the neck but they made a full recovery thanks to the guy living next-door and I know him well he has the nickname antman he helped the officer and the only casualties were the wife and possibly the man idk what actually happened to him in the end. The officer made a full recovery and now antman is in the army. To this day idk where the guy got the gun cause this was in australia and we have a very strict gun policy
In our village, or at least on the border to it, there was a home where a lesbian couple lived. Everyone thought they had a good relationship from how they were out and a bought. One night, one of them brutally butchered the other before turning the knife on her own throat. From what I recall there had also been some fire damage at the scene. The house was passed to the next of kin, they tried fixing up the place to sell it. Blood stains never came out of the floors. Even when replaced, there was a residual odor in the house and the house never sold. It got demolished and now sits as an empty lot being taken over by nature.
It isn't so much a secret because you can find it on Google, but a town I lived in for a very brief period (maybe two years at the most) was a sundown town. My family didn't know until after we had moved out of it. If you're a person of color, avoid Wapakoneta, Ohio.
2 of them come to mind from my hometown. One of them is among the worst cases of child abuse from southwest PA. The other was a vehicular manslaughter case. An infant was killed, the driver was drunk. He had enough money to get off clean but the rest of the his family disowned him, he was given a large sum of money for his share of the family business and was never heard from again
I grew up in a small town (don’t be deceived if you ever found it, the borough it shares its name with is much larger, but the town itself isn’t that big) and one of the last men in Britain to be hanged was from there (in 1942). He was a former soldier, a deserter, who attacked two girls, killing one of them. It was a mark of shame on the town, so it was kind of just not talked about in hopes of forgetting him. For a long time, I had heard of him as just a former soldier and deserter. Then I learned his name. We had the same surname. Turns out he was a distant relative of mine. I intend to change my name now. Not really enjoying any connection to that name.
Lol I immediately thought of Rocko’s Modern Life when you mentioned the Big Heads at Story 69. Rocko was one of my favorite 90’s cartoons back in the day. Gooood times. 😊
Your content is amazing, when I work (Sometimes I work from home) I always open youtube and listen to your stories while doing what I need to do so I don't get bored.
Absolutely not a secret (it made local news), but a few years after we moved away from the town where I grew up, a kid dressed up as a Klansman for Halloween. The kid was like 5 or 6 and he'd asked to wear it, and since his parents were in the Klan (and were remarkably oblivious about why that might bother people) let him do it. Mom tried to defend it on the news, too. Oh, and the really fun part? That family was living in our old house.
My small town is basically in a civil war Republicans vs Communist (yes all the way to the left wall) I guess I'm alabama's version of Carol Marx because I fist told my friend about communism after watching Hakim. He told his friends and it snowballed So I guess I might be the reason why a communist militia occupies a small alabama town.
There was this super prestigious chef working at a very high end restaurant in LA. Made amazing food, but a total philanderer. Which was bad because he was married. Well, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and he and his wife decided to drop their whole lives and move to our tiny town. They opened a phenomenal lunch restaurant and sort of keep whatever hours they want, with the idea that this is how he would spend the remainder of his time. But then, miraculously, he goes into remission. The whole town celebrates, he makes a big speech thanking his wife for sticking with him through all the tough times. Life goes on. He starts sleeping with one of his line cooks. On the wife's day off she's driving through town and she sees her husband and the line cook making out in the parking lot. Next day she goes into the restaurant and a couple of hours after opening she suddenly announces they're closing early and the whole staff is sent home. Next day there's a sign on the door saying the restaurant is closed until further notice due to a mysterious kitchen fire. It was never investigated further.
not really "dark", or "secret", but lesser known. there lived a farmer on the outskirts of our little town who had a daughter. the daughter loved rabbits, and the farmer built her a hutch. soon she was spoiled for rabbits. the neighbors complained that the rabbits might get loose and demolish their gardens, but couldn't do anything about it. eventually they got together, annexed the land that the farmer's house stood on, and sued to get him to tear down the hutches. he followed the ruling to the letter. and now over 100 years later, you can't walk two blocks in this town without stepping on a rabbit.
One of the early televangelist preachers and his wife had their first "mansion" in my city. When they were exposed as frauds and lost all of their money, in the mid 90s I think, the house was abandoned and sat unsold but untouched by burglars or teenagers. I think it might have finally resold 10-15 yrs ago, but honestly our city is basically a glorified suburb that butts up to the edges of a lake, so the streets are like rivers and tributaries themselves, one way in and out and TONS of tiny winding back streets ending in cul-de-sacs, and the house is so deep in that it's hard to keep track of it unless you live near it. There's only a few areas with really huge fancy houses with incredible lake views. I've lived here for 34 yrs, since I was a baby, and there are areas that I just haven't been to because they were "off-limits" to me as a kid and I didn't have friends who lived there, so I had no reason to go there. The middle class parts of town I've seen pretty much every inch of, including walking through yards that I definitely shouldn't have, lol. My university, in the next large city over, was originally a women's college and was built by slaves because I live in the south and tragically that was once a thing. Down in the basement of the administration building next to my dorm there were access doors to the tunnels the slaves worked in to keep them away from the girls. In that same building there are also handcuffs in the stone wall, possibly for disciplinary purposes. A girl supposedly hung herself from the water pipes in the closet of my dorm room, but I never sensed anything unusual and I'm sensitive to that sort of thing. A true secret? I was a well spoken child, zero lisp and good diction. Unfortunately when other kid's parents would hear me at the park or parties they would tell my mother and say, "She speaks so well! She must come play with my child and maybe it will rub off on them!" I ended up with a lot of horrid play dates with awful kids who treated me like crap. The worst though; the one I was forced to keep going back to? This little boy was a year younger than me and I think I was four or four and a half. He was big for his age though. There were multiple instances of abuse and the mother was always upstairs busy while he, his little brother, and I would be "playing" downstairs. I don't really remember sexual abuse, plenty of physical, but the worst thing that happened that I remember is when he took a knife from the drawer in the kitchen, grabbed me, held it to my throat, and threatened me with my life. Yep, Mom still made me go back the next day; her best friend lived next door and they could talk all day while we..."played." The boy's mother made excuses about how of course he was playing, acting out something he saw on TV, he'd never actually hurt me, etc...bish! Fricking enabler parents! And the boys always outnumbered my votes on what to play. It was *always* Ninja Turtles...I just wanted to play with the cars or the marble track. Two straight weeks of Ninja Turtles...I like the Ninja Turtles yo, but mix it up!
Story 37: I can explain this one. Good dealers don't tolerate any BS around their location cuz it draws attention. Honestly, some of the safest places to live is by a good dealer. Till someone says something to tip off the DEA, then you might wanna see how many vacation days you got saved up and pay mom and dad a visit for a week or two.
In my town there is a large hill, covered with these yellow flowers that sprung into vibrant yellow, colouring the entire hill in a million flowers. It's quite the sight. But at the top is a place where no flowers will grow. On top of this hill is also one large, very old tree. We call it something that translates to "the noose hill". Apparently several hundred years ago criminals and other unwanted people were regularly executed by hanging in that location.. or so the saying goes. I visited the hill as a kid.. it's quite a strange place with a strange aura you start to feel as you get closer to it. It's a perfect spot that overlooks the entire town in every direction.
That exact same tactic was used by a bank robber in my town too lmao. Except there were only 3 schools and 2 of them were side by side and the other was on the opposite end of town so it was really easy for him to hit the bank which was in the middle of town. If I recall they actually just hooked chains to one of those drive through teller things attached to their truck and snatched it. But a few weeks later the cops found it IN THE GUYS BACKYARD still living in town.
Growing up, we lived in a small city with only four 2-lane highways leading in or out. Nothing around us but corn or soybeans for miles until the next town. Every Sunday morning, our family drove to church in a neighboring town about 12 miles away. As you'd leave the city, there was a large water tower just off the highway, maybe 100 yards off. I always remember seeing a brown Oldsmobile sitting next to the tower, inside the chainlink fence *for years*. Every time we drove by it, I always noticed how familiar it looked because my dad owned a very similar looking car. When I say this Oldsmobile sat there for years, I literally mean it. It was something like 8-10 years throughout my childhood. It was an expected sight every Sunday morning. Nobody ever questioned it, nobody investigated it. It was just 'part of the town'. Turns out, the owner of that vehicle rammed the chainlink all those years ago in such a way that the car slid under the fence and it fell back down in place perfectly creating the illusion that the car was just locked inside. He had actually gone there to end his own life, and I would imagine he had hoped someone would have noticed a suspicious car sitting by the water tower, and would recover his body later. Took them around 8-10 years, but he was eventually given a proper burial.
Story 15- I teach in your town, the State Forest has been infamous since my parents were kids! It’s always wild when you hear a story about your town on one of these videos!
Smallish town in North Queensland. The biggest drug dealers were the police CID. There was one police station that was closed because every cop was smoking dope while on duty. A local 'Police Beat', a residence where a police officer lived in the community, had a dope grow house across the road for years!
You sound a lot like Bryan Vaughn VA from the Mr. Ripper channel. lol My town didn't really have that much drama or secrets. There are a few things people don't really talk about anymore, though. One girl's dad choked to death on his father's day dinner. There was an 86yo guy that shot and killed his wife, then tried to self terminate. He said she was suffering from dementia and he didn't want her to suffer anymore. Lastly there was a pedophile that grew up next door to me. Tried to convince my dad that I needed to be taken out in the woods and "taught how to be a man". That thankfully never happened. After the dude's wife got a restraining order against him, prohibiting him from entering the city, his old boat house was broken into and there was found: car stereos and batteries (dozens of them), axes and machetes, bundled lengths of rope, some really old fishing gear, and the thing that really disturbed me - a single pair of women's slippers and a single pair of young girl's slippers (like age 7-8). No one really talks about that guy anymore and his boathouse has passed through several ownerships, but it's since broken loose of its moorings and is beached a little ways down the river.
Hey, I have one of those old passageways. It was built during the middle ages and partly collapsed when the church yard was renewed. No clue if it was ever used. We sealed the entrance because of all the spiders.
Not really a small town dark secret but a man killed his wife and stuck her in a animal hole behind an abandoned school. Two People drove right past it and raced to the nearest filling station (This way before cellphones) to call the police. They immediately sent the Sheriff and they found the woman's body. The man was supposedly shot down in Mississippi. It became the inspiration for Jeepers Creepers. Yes, this was Coldwater Michigan.
Story 36 happened around where I grew up. There is a memorial plaque where it happened which is about a mile from my grandparents house and we were always told about this as children.
Story 39. Pennhurst asylum in Pennsylvania. It's used as a haunted house now but a lot of people in the surrounding area that were around when it was still open won't go near it out of fear of bringing home some unhinged, insane spirit. I know some people that were patients there and I am surprised they are allowed to wander around on their own.
I grew up in a small town in Tx. The historical tree in the town square was known as "The Hangin' Tree". The historical plaque said the founder of the town hid from native americans like some sort of Tom and Jerry episode. Only problem, the tree would have been a sapling when the story allegedly took place, It was a notorious 'Sundown Town' in the past.
alright i got a few. idk if its true but there was rumors within the town that my dad was born in, in west tennessee that the city mayor was buying up properties with the help of a local realtor for himself. nobody knew if it was true and the newspapers never really covered it. another one of the same town, local section 31 duplex neighborhoods (city owned basically) were reported to have received a grant to update the water lines. no projects were started and nothing came of it. same mayor was rumored to have pocketed the money. hes still elected to this day as far as i know, mainly because its also rumored he has control of the local paper in town. the same town that is the county seat of where dixie carter was born. nobody knows if its true and nobody has the money and will to investigate themselves.
In my second year of highschool we got a new fresh out of college band teacher. He and one of the band students, a senior at the time, began crushing on each other hard and were constantly flirting with each other. Everyone else in the class just ignored it and I, not the most perspective person at the time didn't even notice. Apparently about a year or two after I graduated they ended up getting married. Not exactly a dark secret I guess since he just graduated college and she was a senior so there wasn't that big an age difference and they didn't actually get into a relationship until after she graduated, but definitely on the boarder line of ethical. As far as I'm aware they are still married today some 20 years later and have at least 2 kids.
This isn’t a town wide secret, more of a lesser known neighborhood incident. One of my friends recently told me about a time around 10-15 years ago about someone farming weed on the 2nd floor of their house. It was a somewhat elderly couple who moved around quite frequently and had thus rented a house close to the one I now live in. Allegedly they had dumped tons of soil all around the entire 2nd story of the house and started growing weed there. Yes, actual real weed. It wasn’t discovered until several weeks after they arrived, but by the time it was they had already moved out. It surprises me how not a lot of people really knew about it at all.
One of the elderly ladies in our town was gang R when she was young, about 25-30. She went to the police. Got all the way to court but the judge didn't want to "ruin the lives of these young boys" so they got off free. She was and is a very loved person in the community. She got the help of a few other women and they lured each scumbag to their homes where the women would drug them, tie them up, and bring them to the river. The river is known for sucking in trees and animals and not letting them resurface for weeks and even months. Nobody said anything when the police began looking for the group of scum that disappeared. They were found later washed up on the banks of the river.
Shes in her 80s now so the police can't really do anything about it due to legal loopholes. She is very proud of what she orchestrated and says she would do it again. Legend.
Yas granny get your justice
Judge logic:
Didn't want to ruin their lives
Lets people get away with ruining someone else's life
Surprised when life ruiners go missing
This is a great story.
Yeah if anyone has a problem with that.. tbh? Blame the judge, if he had sentenced them to any time, it could have maybe spared them. But yeah, blame the judge; please give her big hugs from my family and I💗
Justice is served
bro i know so much about story 10. it is single-handedly the most heartbreaking story i’ve ever heard in my life. the youngest sister died (she was like 10 or something) and years later once the surviving sister was kinda moved on and married with a kid. her, her kid, and her husband had gone back to the bridge to pay their respects BUT when the husband was putting their kid into its car seat, the mom/original survivor who lost her sister jumped off that bridge to kill herself. the day they were kidnapped is referred to as the night two sisters died because the surviving one was never the same.
Damn she was mabye hearing her sister calling her.
It was the Fremont canyon bridge around pathfinder reservoir, Wyoming. As I recall.
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This was one that a lot of people knew about but rarely admitted to knowing...except those in that class. We had a 6th grade science teacher who got tired of hearing snotty 11 year olds curse in her classroom (a big deal in the 70s), while she said we had no idea what we were even saying. So one day our science lesson consisted of her writing every curse word she could think of on the chalkboard and explaining exactly what each meant. She used the correct Latin terms and then straight up English, was quite precise, and stern in a way that none of us dared giggle at. But of course someone talked and she was fired.
She was unapologetic but the school was terribly embarrassed. That this was a tall, dignified, and elegant woman, wife, and mother in her 50s shocked a lot of people. Hey, in a small town, it was a big thing.
Idk that honestly sounds like exactly what a teacher should have done tbh.
Once you tackle the issue head on like that, suddenly its not taboo and the kids wont find it sp funny anymore.
That’s exactly how she should’ve handled it. She didn’t yell or abuse the kids
Nothing small towns hate more than kids learning...
My story isn’t a small town secret, but rather, a neighborhood secret. There’s a rumor that decades ago, the owner of the property that is now my neighborhood murdered his maid and buried the body in the area that’s now my street. My family had a house built on the street and my mom was paranoid they’d dig up the remains during construction. Nothing was uncovered, but it’s still interesting to think that there might be a skeleton buried somewhere on my street.
Damn, I'm calling it right now: this one is gonna be better than most of the ones in the video!
My small town has multiple "secrets".
One being the cops will accept bribes here there's not a single one that wants to do their job. They also won't get involved when they don't feel like it I've personally experienced this.
There's also a lot of unexplained weird things but since everyone knows everyone here if you're not "in" with the people here they won't say a word about it but some of the stuff is absolutely terrifying.
The opioid crisis. People like to pretend it's not read but everywhere you go in this town you'll see at least one person abusing an opioid. The doctors here were giving opiods for everything which caused it.
There's more but these are the ones I can share morally.
Invest in a metal detector. If the maid was buried with anything metal (necklace, bracelet, gold tooth, etc.) it'd turn up.
@@MrArcher1216 metal piping and wiring would show up too, no?
That’s not a secret. It’s a rumor and apparently an unfounded one
I love the fact this reddit channel actually has a human narrator!
All of the other TTS channels are such a drag. Please keep up the good work :)
I know right it feels more fun listening to an actual person narrating instead of some text-to-speech bot
Yea
Side note, that third story must be traumatizing for the father
then they glitch out for 2 minutes
I prefer the robot voice…the uncanny element creates an eerie disconnect from the people telling the stories. Human narration makes it less creepy.
@@CinematikNupe YEAH. tbh it might sound mean but the little storys and opinions are also a downgrade to me.
My town had a pair of brothers who invited a girl over to fix her bike. They killed her and put her in a trash bag. One of them was caught but the other ran away but was caught. Whenever we find her sign out signature in a book at school we think of how psychotic those brothers were. We also named a park after her and our local Twin Kiss has named an ice cream after her i believe. RIP Autumn Pasquale
Holy crap, just looked up that case. Apparently there was a whole law made for that girl. RIP Autumn :(
That poor girl, how evil can you be to exploit someone's kindness and slaughter them.
I’ve dreamt that name for the last 12 years for no reason whatsoever. Never saw it outside the dream until now.
I remember when that happened…was friends with their older brother but he was out on his own years before that..blew me away when I found out who they were..crazy
@@Chloe_Raine really!? A law!? What is the law against?
My town of Waco, TX is mostly well known for the Waco Siege (even though it wasn't technically in Waco. It was the biggest town that was nearest to the location by 13 miles) but there are a good amount of hidden secrets and stories about the town. My personal favorite is around a lookout point in the local city park called Lover's Leap. It one of the most fantastic high points that looks out to the lower Brazos valley and you can see the river below as well. The story behind the name? Well there was two rival tribes that lived in the area and the daughter of the Chief of one tribe met and fell in love of a warrior of the rival tribe. Both tribes weren't too happy about it and threatened to go to war. Well to prevent it from happening, the two lovers climbed to the top of the cliff, jumped, and fell to their deaths. It's basically a classic "Romeo and Juliet" kind of legend that is also listed as ghost story as well. They say that if you walk down the riverside trail below the cliff, you could see two wispy ghostly orbs of the two lovers dancing among the trees, dancing in eternal matrimony.
I'd rather Waco be known for that than a tax organization burning a bunch of children in a misguided attempt in gaining popularity by killing a doomsday cult of barely legal pedophiles.
@@LegendStormcrow Same here. At least it's now more known as the home to Fixer Upper.
I wanted to go see the memorial and teach my boyfriend about the Siege while we were in Texas. If course the day I was in Waco the memorial was closed (labor day) so we went to see the mammoth excavation, Baylor museum, and ate at Jack in the Box. We drove by the Silos everyone was telling us to go to, but didn't go in because we had to get back to Temple.
Aye, here in Waco too
I’m pretty sure story 16 is papa rollos btw
A few years back I had a coworker who was an old military vet and spent his weekends reliving the glory days skydiving. He got diagnosed with cancer and was found dead soon after due to a skydiving accident. The thing is, he was a very experienced skydiver and his parachute was found rather far from his body. It was ruled an accidental death, but those of us that know him are pretty sure he decided how he wanted to go out and spare his family the pain of watching him wither away slowly.
At least he's at peace
@@justaperson4656 Agreed.
When i was little i remember my mom telling me about how one day, a bunch of people in our town had dreams - maybe even the same dream - about being abducted by a ufo and interrogated by aliens, including her. It caused a huge buzz when it happened, but eventually some government official was asked about it and he made a comment about how ridiculous it was and calling it mass hysteria, which seemed to make the people who experienced it too embarassed to talk about it anymore, and eventually people just forgot.
Its not the only time ufos have been a thing here though - apparently my grandpa and a bunch of neighbors saw some kind of weird craft doing maneuvres either near or in the town airport, moving up and down vertically and spinning, though now people who know about it think that it was probably an experimental military craft, maybe even an early version of a drone, since the way it was moving was similar to drones, and the maneuvres it was doing are a lot like the ones done when testing how a drone moves. It makes me wonder if the ufo dreams mightve also been the result of some shady military test, since the time when it happened lines up with the tail end of other fucked up government tests on unsuspecting civilians
Damn, that's one I wanna hear more about
I actually have a couple from my tiny town in Southern New England.
1. My day sports summer camp was built by a former nazi scientist (not a believer he was a case of "do it or die horribly"). He built a secret tunnel between the rather large house across the street and the main office of my camp just in case MOSAD or any number of his enemies came knocking. We all knew and passed it off as a fun camp rumor. Well my dad was childhood friends with the lead counciler/co owner of the property. As an adult i ran into her, after some small talk i decided to ask point blank about it. She laughed and said "Oh yeah its real. One of the ends is in the main office in that closet behind the refrigerator." Laughed about it for days.
2. The local neo nazi chapter was founded by a man we will just call N. Well, N died in his 80's in the late 2000's. I was friends with his (surprisingly not racist) grandson. Well... turns out N was a high ranking escaped Nazi officer by the name of Wagner. If hes the Wagner i think he is (all i can be certain of is that he was definitely an SS Officer based on some pictures my friend had, he was sketchy on details).... his family helped to bankroll Hitler's campaign for the Chancelor of Germany. So. One of the men who possibly funded the fucking holocaust died of old age in New England. Doesnt that piss you off a little? And before its inevitably pointed out, new england has A LOT of escaped Nazis. Sad but true.
3. In a nearby town, the serial killer Michael Ross murdered and r*ped several young women (possibly in that order). He was caught and eventually executed. I went to school with relatives and family friends of his victims.
Loads more than that too. My town was established in the 1600's and is one of the oldest in america. Old towns, old secrets that never seem to vanish.
I am a base brat. Grew up on military bases across the country. One town where we lived there was a playground known as "bone park" it was a children's playground that was built over a former cemetery and mass grave from a cholera outbreak. Kids had been finding remains for years.
Second dark secret is a town where I did most of high school the base commander was later revealed to be a serial killer. He was convicted but bizarrely still collects a military pension due to an oversight that there were no provisions to revoke it.
Ever been to drum?
@@jonathanbien3685 Drum?
@@certs743 fort drum.
I like these longer format videos.
Also from my hometown, Portland Oregon I used to work as a security guard. I had some schools that I patrolled at night that were on the SE side of the county that were built mostly in the 50s-60s. One however, Pleasent Valley Elementary was built originally from what I could tell from old pictures sometime in the late 1800s. It then burnt to the ground sometime in the early 1900s and was rebuilt in 1940 on the same foundation in the same style as the old school. Fellow guards basically refused to patrol the grounds at night as it was in the middle of the woods. There were stories of screaming from the woods, tapping on the basement windows at night and even a few ghost kid sightings in the windows.
The second school was Alice Ott Elementary, built in the early 50s it still looks like it never got any renovations, exposed radiators and yellowing paneled windows on the wood doors. The janitorial staff said that at night you could sometimes hear the First principles wife walking down the linoleum tiled hallways in her stiletto heels. Hearing the *click* *clack* *click* *clack* as she walked. But if you looked into the hallway it was always empty.
I'm looking to become an armed security guard and I'm hoping that keeps me away from haunted places.
My hometown had some of the worst police on the force. There are several unsolved murders. Thing is, everyone who was living in the area strongly suspected the Police Chief's adult son. The first murder the PC called a press conference to tell the public that his son wasn't a suspect and to stop tying up the tiplines with false allegations. The second one was a gas station massacre with multiple bodies. My grandma worked with a man who had stopped to get gas and saw who went in before the shooting started. Their Supervisor told him to go to the cops and give a statement. He decided he would after his shift. The next workday he and his whole family were gone. They'd left town in the middle of the night. No notice. No forwarding address. Any relatives in town were tight lipped as to where they'd gone.
God that's so distrubing.
@@Palepetal I wish I could say it was a unique problem. But the older I got and the more I learned, I've encountered way too many similar stories from folks in surrounding areas. Small Southern towns have deep rooted issues. Those issues come with body counts.
Ok, late to the convo, but this story is intense, so strap yourself in. I live in a tiny town (500 people) that is right next door to another tiny town (750). In the other town there was a heavy alcoholic couple. When they got drunk, they sometimes got violent. We started seeing him a lot more one week in our town, puffy eyed and crying, and not as drunk as usual. The gossip started rolling. Eventually the story started unfolding. The guy's wife died (we presumed in a violent fight) and the guy was so drunk, he couldn't remember if he had done it or not. He panicked and didn't tell the cops, so she was in the house, for days, just dead. After a bit, he started to ask his drunk buddies if they would help him get rid of the body. Some declined, and eventually one of them called the cops. When they found her, she was rolled up in a rug stuffed between the wall and a bed. The autopsy revealed she had died of natural (induced by heavy drinking) causes. Are you ready for the kicker????? They found several different samples of semen in her, NONE of which were her husbands, and ALL of which happened AFTER she had died.
I have 2 small town secrets about where I live.
1. There's a a horrible teacher that worked at my high school who even the other teachers hated. It was rumored that her husband is actually rich and owns half the county which is the only reason this woman is even employed when she's known to have multple fireable offenses.
2. There's almost no actual crime here but police funding is based entirely on how many arrests they make. This results in the police where I live faulsifying arrest reports and randomly arresting innocent people for no real reason. They've also been known to abuse their power like when a cop turned on his sirens just to get his lunch from the drive thru at McDonald's.
Bonus secret: According to a bank manager the richest person in town looks like he's homeless. Being a bank manager he knows how much money is in everyone's bank account and apparently this dirty homeless looking dude is freaking loaded. He's not allowed to disclose personal information so no one knows exactly who he was talking about, there are several actual homeless people who live around here. But apperently one guy is secretly the richest person in town and is just super stingy with his money.
Dang, what city is this?
Squid Games
There was a guy like that who was just tired of life and found comfort in the freedom of not having to be the professional he had been
I grew up in the back water boonies of Pennsylvania, and growing up there has always been a story passed down at least a few generations now about how there is rumored to be a dead body of a railway worker sealed inside the cement of a very old stone bridge on the outskirts of town. I don’t think it’s ever been confirmed, but I’ve passed under it many times growing up and keep wondering about it as it’s always just been unspoken lore.
Chances are good that it was a Chinese railroad worker, ore a local baddie that the townfolk Got rid of.
I live in in England. Up till 1971, it was common in my home-town to leave a pram with a baby in it, outside a shop. That stopped after a baby girl was snatched. The kidnapper was a woman and was jailed for 3 months. In the 1990's 4 children who were all under the age of 9, died in a house-fire. The parents said it was a hate crime, and produced racist letters they had been sent. It turned out that they had fabricated the letters, and started the fire to claim the insurance. I was disgusted, and thought, 'Why couldn't you have planned it better so the children were not at home?'
The fact that you can read those depressing stories over and over and still find the strength to do what you love (make us videos) is inspiring.
There were a set of brothers in my town that were in love with the same girl (they were all like 14/15)
Well, while the girl was saying the one brother, she was feeding the flames of the other brother. "I love you but can never be with you as long as your brothers around" type of thing. Eventually, she convinced the brother that to be together he'd have to murder his brother, and this kid completely dismembers him and buried him in the front yard. Obviously, they got caught for it, but it completely drove their parents insane. I don't know what happened to the mother, but the father completely snapped. Stuck in the house that his son murdered his other son and then was drug off to prison, he'd sit outside on Halloween and show you where his son murdered and buried the other as if telling a ghost story. It was almost as if it were a ghost story that had happened to a previous owner, but he owned it at the same time. Shit was nuts nuts
I have no idea what you just said...
@@thefastcommenter7774 Same
Pleasently surprised to see a story from Monroeville in this video. It's my mom's hometown, and my maternal grandparents still live there. My uncle (my mom's brother), aunt and cousins lived there for quite a long while as well before moving to Pensacola. A year or two before they moved (about 5 or 6 years ago now), my aunt and the youngest of my cousins (he's 16, I'm 18) both appeared in the annual stageplay of _To Kill A Mockingbird._ My cousin was Dill. The week after my parents, my siblings and I saw them in the play, J.K. Rowling visited Monroeville to watch it and my cousin got to meet her. We were quite jealous of him, especially my twin sister because she's a major Potterhead, even more so than myself and the rest of my immediate family.
For those unfamiliar with the play, it takes place at the old Monroeville Courthouse (which is now a museum; the current courthouse is right next door) in the center of town. There's an outdoor theater with a patio for chairs beside the old courthouse. The stage has three scaled-down (except for the door) house fronts on it. This is where the first half of the play is held. During the intermission, the cast and audience move to the courtroom of the old courthouse, where the second half of the play occurs.
On a kind-of unrelated note, I was actually in that very courtroom two months ago for my aforementioned cousin's Eagle Scout Court of Honor (the third ESCH I've attended this year, with the first being my own).
One Eagle to another, Congrats on the Eagle Scout Award!
Your story is confusing. The setting of the play is Maycomb, Alabama. You mean they stage a production of the play at the Monroeville Courthouse in Monroeville, PA. Also, your story has nothing to do with small town secrets.
Where I live it's in the country and if you have family history here then that means you're from at least one of the well-known families around here. We're all familiar with each others history including who is related to who. One family in particular, at some point a couple hundred years ago, had a lot of mixed-race people due to slavery. At some point they decided they liked their lighter-skinned, mixed-race appearances and began to only have children with one another to keep the appearances in the family. Their children were encouraged to marry their own cousins or other relatives rather than marry someone from a darker-skinned family since at the time it was illegal for one of them to marry anyone white so in their mind incest was the only "good" option. My grandma told me that they, of course, had to eventually stop because the children were being born with devastating deformities and disabilities. Most of the families are aware of their history but if you meet someone from that family, you certainly don't bring it up and you don't discuss it with outsiders either. Used to be friends with a girl from that family back in elementary school until she moved away. She was fun to hang out with.
Edge of my small European town was man living at his 50s. He had wife who died to cancer and 3 daughters (all already adults), but who lived with him. They were nice girls, studied well and were quite happy people. Rumor went around that one by one all three got pregnant and nobody knew who the fathers were. They all gave birth and life went on, girls sadly were not seen much other than buying food from local market area. Sometimes they were seen with kids. They got pregnant again and and still nobody knew who the fathers were. People started joking, that maybe it was the daughters father. I was still very little when the children of those daughters were getting grown up, couple of boys and couple of girls. And as you guessed as soon those girls got 18, they got pregnant too. Everyone almost forgot about them, until this happened and then things took the turn to the worse.
It got attention of social workers, so investigation was made. It came out that old man impregnated his daughters. And then with his age of 70 he also knocked one of his granddaughters up. If you thought this was messed up - it came out that his one of the grandson also knocked his sister up. Then second grandson knocked another sister up and including his sister-aunt ? too.
Later it came out that they all had given birth at home and there was actual graveyard at the mans house of failed births. I don't know the total number as this part of very private for the public. Place was like some sort of breading house, but instead animals , people were constantly being made.
I know, that whole family of old man, his 3 daughters, 3 granddaughters, 2 grandsons and still unborn 4 kids moved quite fast away. I don't know what came of them, but they are forever known as local sex cult family.
If this was confusing, then - man had 3 daughters, made babies with them. 3 granddaughters and 2 grandsons survived. Then man made baby with his granddaughter. One of his grandson made baby with his sister. Then another grandson made baby with another of his sister and also made baby with his aunt.
Edit: I know question everyone had, was how healthy kids were, well apparently they were fine, no third arms, but that is all I know. At this point who knows.
Wow... just wow now I knew where this was going when the first three got knocked up but it went for a sudden twist at the 2nd batch
Incest mutations usually take a few generations before they become especially noticeable.
@@commanderwolf395 as if the story it’s own wasn’t bizarre enough. Old man gave it the second rounds. Now i understand why my police friend once told me “once sex offender, always sex offender” cause they will keep doing it unless they are locked up for the rest of their life
The story about Danny Rolling (Gainesville Ripper) he died literally 4 days before I was born, idky that’s eerie to me.
Also story 42:
Adam Lanza:
The Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting occurred on December 14, 2012, in Newtown, Connecticut, United States, when 20-year-old Adam Lanza shot and killed 26 people. Twenty of the victims were children between six and seven years old, and the other six were adult staff members.
His soul must have entered your body as a baby, before you developed a personality, and you just lost the memories of the crimes
me and the black dahlia have the same birthday and i find it eerie as well
A pair of hunters came out here and went out to camp at a nearby cove. We hear a gunshot at somepoint and one of the men come by after a few hours asking if we have seen his buddy. It wasn't until later that we hear that the man shot the other and tried to pass it off that the guy got lost in the countryside, and tried to threaten my uncle who flew them out here to leave the troopers out of this. They were waiting at the airport when my uncle went to bring the guy back, having phoned ahead of time
Not so much as a small town secret but a shocking surprise that happened in our family when my aunt had her house renovated. There was a section on the side of the house where it was mostly left alone for years. When the construction people had dug up the soil to fix up a wall, they were shocked to find a lovingly, well-preserved baby in a mason jar. From what they could tell, they suspected it was from a miscarriage.
What got us spooked about that was not so much as the baby in the jar but the fact that FOR YEARS AND YEARS we always thought her house was haunted. Countless were the stories of witnessing a child running and laughing in the main living room. There were even times back then when my aunt would catch my ailing and dying grandfather talking to nothing. When asked, he said he was talking to a child. Even I have witnessed a silhouette of a child in that house.
The 'hauntings' stopped when my aunt, maybe out of respect, gave the baby a memorial altar in her living room. The ghostly child had not been heard or seen since.
4:52 Something similar happened in Chicago in the past two years. Ogilvie had a bomb threat, officers were swarming the area, and a guy tries to rob a bank south of there. Ends up forgetting a proper bag to stow the cash in, holding it in his fist instead, and accidentally lost his grip while fleeing the building. Dollars were flying everywhere. He grabbed what he could and ran.
The third story about the kid killing himself was a kid in England it was covered or explained by a cool RUclipsr Mrballen according to it the kid father worked around the house or basically build things
I heard about it from Mrballen too
@@Honeybuns7482 thats cool i forgot to mention that the kid dad was carpentry if i remember i rlly dont know i forgot
@@meep123nothing8 yea, the dad and son were both carpenters
@@Honeybuns7482 oh alr
yep new i heard that story before wasn't sure if it was mr ballen ... well now i know
Mostly a neighbourhood/housing estate secret thing rather than small town, and I only found out about it as an adult. The street I grew up on had a caught, convicted and done his time in prison nonce. Why the local council decided to put him in an area that had 4 primary schools and a high school within a 5-10 minute walk from that street baffles me.
But every adult in the area knew who he was and what he had done.
I often woke up in the middle of the night to police and ambulances on the street, outside the same address each time. That was because the local crime boss would gather many dads of the estate together for a little "hunting party" where they would go to the nonces place and beat seven bells of shit out of him as a reminder to not touch any of the kids in the area.
Everyone knew who had done it but always said they didn't know or didn't see anything so nobody got caught. Eventually the beatings grew more frequent and he was moved to a different place as he feared for his life. The hunting party caught wind of this, had someone follow his moving van and find his new address, they then went around as many people as the could with his photo and his crimes so that the beatings would continue in the new place. He was moved again and that's where the trail went cold and I have no idea what happened to the guy.
There are other things like the local high school had a massive old oak tree, beautiful thing just outside its grounds before I was born. But it was cut down and erased from existence after a high schooler hung themselves on it.
That whilst I attended that high school one of the female teachers was caught pleasing herself under the desk mid-lesson.
How did the HOA not see that he was a nonce? That's more on them than the neighbors
This isn’t a secret, but it is an interesting/slightly relevant story. I was in probably 6th or 7th grade. We live in a middle class suburban neighborhood. I was sitting on the front porch, looking at Pinterest, when I heard a few of my younger sisters talking to someone with a male voice. (The cars in the driveway blocked my view.) I was instantly suspicious, so I got up and went to go check it out. I am the oldest of 5 girls, and the ones that were outside that day were all several years younger than me. I can’t remember if my second oldest sister was there. If she was, it would’ve been a 9/10 year old, 6/7 year old, and possibly a 3/4 year old girl out that day. (Sorry, my memory isn’t great because this was almost 5 years ago and I don’t remember much from middle school.)
Anyways, I walk past the cars and see this dude on a bicycle talking to my sisters by the mailbox. I was instantly creeped out, so I came up to make sure everything was alright. He asked me if he had seen his dog. He explained that it was a chubby little dog. When I asked what its name was, he said it was Lexi. (I was trying to act like I wasn’t suspicious of him so he didn’t try to do anything.) He said to let him know if we saw it, so I said ok. The next thing that happened was really weird. My older neighbor, who is a big guy and into boats, hunting, fishing, etc, came outside to see what was going on. As soon as the guy who was talking to my sisters saw the neighbor, he instantly took off on his bike up the hill. I brought all my sisters inside and told my mom what had happened.
A day or 2 later, Mom showed me a picture of a guy on the s*x offender registry and asked if that was the guy who had talked to us. I said yes, I thought so. A few days after that, and the guy had actually ridden back down our hill and around the cul-de-sac. Later that morning, my dad was giving a statement to a police officer. He had me come out and tell the story too. I told the story as best as I remembered it, and then stood on the porch while my dad talked with the cop. Luckily, we haven’t seen the creep since, and we now have several Ring cameras around our house.
Whenever I remember that incident, I’m so glad that my parents taught my sisters and me stranger danger. I also thank God that I was outside that day, because my sisters were all young and probably didn’t think much about the guy talking to them. It makes my blood run cold when I think of what might’ve happened if my neighbor hadn’t come outside and scared the guy away or if I hadn’t been on the porch keeping an ear out. I know the creep couldn’t have easily kidnapped children while riding a bike, but he might’ve gotten them to follow him and then goodness knows what would happen. Be careful, everyone. There are creeps everywhere, even in relatively nice neighborhoods. PLEASE teach your kids not to blindly trust strangers, because you never know when they will need that skill.
That's not a small town story. It's a story about following your gut instincts.
@@kcbh24 yeah I know, I specified that it was slightly relevant but definitely not a small town story. I thought of it first when I watched the video, so I decided to write it all down here.
@@so_much_for_jj those girls are lucky to have a big sister like you. You should be proud of yourself. I sure wish I had a big sister to watch my back like that.
All I got is an older brother who could barely get away from his PC long enough to be part of the real world. Dont get me wrong, if someone picked on me hed kick their ass, but I could be straight up murdered in the next room and he wouldnt hear me with his headset on 🤣🤣
@@dillongage Aww, thanks so much! I’m sorry your brother was so invested in his computer lel. But it’s good that he’d still stand up for you when people picked on you!
it is important to be wary of strangers but at the same time, most molesting/grooming stuff against kids is done by a family or friend
Got another one. In my neighborhood, my bus would drop me off with two other students at the bottom of the hill about seven houses away. In our area, each house in on a property about 2 acres, so this is a decent 7ish minute walk home for me. We had a substitute driver and I was the only person for my stop that day. Despite being the last person on the bus, they refused to drop me off at my house and dropped me off at the bottom of the hill. There was a van with tinted windows along the street heading down the hill. I see this and head up the hill on the opposite side at a steady pace. They started up their car and did a u-turn in a driveway to try to follow me. At this point I deadsprinted up the hill, dashed through several backyards, and hid out in the rafter of a garden shed in my neighbor’s backyard, having been hidden from sight while doing so. This van looped around the block. I could see it through a roof panel. They slowed up looking for me and looped two more times. When they had went to the opposite side again, I darted for my house, using the dense wooded area between the houses on our loop for cover. Next day, a woman from the neighborhood one main road away from us gets kidnapped. Same van. She’s luckily found alive and relatively unharmed.
My town and a couple nearby had five girls go missing in the 70s and are considered to be linked to each other, but they were never solved. There's a podcast about it that came out a year or two ago that kind of brought it back into the conversation. A couple of years ago, they actually found one of their bodies, I believe.
Same town but unrelated, but not too long ago, one of my teachers got arrested for taking voyeuristic photos of girls. Unfortunately, both my sisters had him. He was also genuinely well-liked and seemed to be a nice guy.
What is that podcast called?
2:11 I remember my brothers’ mentioning this when I was a lot younger and thought they were just trying to gross me out.
Hell, I've got a story to tell. Not exactly a town secret but some shitty thing my school did that traumatised two or more people.
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So when I was in about year 5 (4th grade for any Americans reading this), there was this kid, we'll call him Alec. Alec had a learning disorder and couldn't understand much but what he did understand was how to make people REALLY uncomfortable. There were also two girls in my class who now go to my secondary school, one came out as trans a year ago. We'll call girl A Jessie and girl B Sandy. So these two were best friends and practically did everything together. This one particular day they were standing in line together waiting to be took inside after breaktime. Jessie was in front of Sandy and Alec was standing behind Sandy. Alec started rubbing himself against Sandy and her being 10, not knowing what sexual assault is, asked Jessie if they could switch places with each other because of Alec, and Jessie agrees. He does the same thing to Jessie. After everyone went inside, Jessie and Sandy both go up to our teacher and tell her what happened. They thought it was taken care of.
A couple weeks later, Jessie talks about what happened with Alec to her mum (Dad was out the picture) and her mother was rightfully furious. Turns out the school never told their parents what happened. After Sandy's mother finds out and is also, very rightfully, furious. Nothing was ever done about this and Alec's mum and the Headteacher used his disability as an excuse for his behaviour. These girls didn't even get an apology. Alec then went on to do this to several other girls, and still, nothing was done. Later on in the year he was expelled for touching another girls breasts.
The next year, they let him back in. And y'know what all these girls got? The most monotone, unmeaningful, fake-ass apology. They were LOCKED in a room with him, not even with a teacher and he was forced to apologise.
But it turns out, repressed memories aren't very fun so remembering how I was Sandy wasn't exactly the best of experiences. Genuinely hope Alec is okay because kids don't just sexually assault someone out of human urge. It's been years and I still can't help but think how his home life was like considering what happened.
I was born and raised in Salem MA, y'know, the "Witch City" as we are called. I spent a good amount of time during my childhood summers at Winter Island / Fort Pickering in Salem Harbour, I know the place like the back of my hand, every nook and cranny and every path and ditch, well maybe except for the abandoned underground bunkers that the city ordered to be locked off. Yup, Fort Pickering, as far as I can tell by this around 400-year-old fort, had an underground bunker system. It's a very beautiful place, indeed, and I've had a lot of good times there. But if you're a local, like me, you know that that place is more than meets the eye. Back when I was in 3rd grade, I heard my mom and another teacher at my school talking about Winter Island. Winter Island is host to an abandoned and aging aircraft hangar from back when it was a Coast Guard air station, and no one is allowed in there, as far as I am aware. So, my mom goes "Isn't that place haunted?" and the teacher goes "Oh yes, very haunted." I have my doubts, but I wouldn't put it past that either. I've also heard stories from my grandfather, who is around 70 years of age and knows every single person in our town and has a relatively good reputation amongst the population. Apparently, back around when World War Two ended, there was a UFO sighting there, and he even showed me a picture. The picture was low quality, black-and-white and shit, but that wasn't it. The picture was aimed towards the sky, pointed at a giant flying saucer thingy with five giant lamps on the bottom next to a smaller one hovering above the island. I have no idea where the fuck this photograph came from, I have no idea how my grandfather acquired this photograph, and I have serious doubts about this, but he's seen some shit, so I have some trust in his claim. And those are just the stories I've heard of so far. No one, not even the locals, have been inside those bunkers. And from what I can tell, they go down pretty fuckin' deep. And I didn't even mention the big, abandoned house next to a fucking playground, which is boarded up, and I've heard noises from in there before, and no one has been in that house since before 1900 as far as I can tell, and no one has been in its basement which is kept off-limits by caution tape. That island is a fucking mystery, people, take that from the person who has been treading on its grounds for more than 13 years. Oh, and about the aircraft hangar, I took a peek through thin gap in the hangar doors and saw what appeared to be construction equipment and furniture. Forklifts, wooden pallets, scaffolding, tables, chairs, you get the idea. People have been in there before, but who? Why? When? Are they with the city? What the fuck is going on in there? Like I said. That island is a fucking mystery.
Edit: I asked my grandfather to show me the image of those UFOs again, because I felt like I didn't remember the image correctly, as I hadn't looked at it for about 7 years. I got it all wrong. It was taken from a long distance away showing four big floating glowing orbs hovering over Winter Island. Image was taken in 1952, the year my grandfather was born. My mistake, lads!
I basically grew up in this small town my whole life so I got stories to tell. One time kids went up a large hill near our town playing with matches and lit the whole hill on fire. Much later there was a stand off with police and a man in his house. I don't know all the details but the guy had a wife, and a baby and he basically lost his mind. I don't know if he killed himself, and his family or he got arrested. Another story that's crazy is my high school had a hazmat incident. Some students were in the boys bathroom smoking black tar heroin, causing everyone standing in the hallway underneath the air vents to get sick. Students and faculty got sent to the hospital because of this stupid stunt
My parents own a piece of a property that's now a environmental reserve spilt into 13 shares, NPO and all, there's a story about 70 years ago about the dude that owned the whole property before hand, the story goes a cattle farmer bought the land with his wife, had 3 kids and was living a fairly normal life, till one day 2 of the kids decide to go walk about the surrounding bush land and get lost. They were supposedly lost for days but made it back in one piece, but by then it was too late since both kids had eaten some sort of poison berry's. The story continues to say after the parents passed away the 3rd kid decided to sell the land and make it into an environmental and meditation retreat. Now that place is well known by the locals for being a naked hippie commune, I've only been here for 7 years in the outback's of Australia but I almost got lost as well, no decent water source avaliable and don't know asses from donkeys when it comes to edible plants. The story is largely forgotten but this is a town that has under 800 people and the suburb I'm in has an average age of 47. Not really scary but just sad, never go walk about without proper equipment and safety tools with you.
A group of people peed in the soap dispensers of almost everywhere in town. We don't know how or why they did it, but almost every restaurant bathroom, hotel bathroom, or store bathroom had pee in all the soap dispensers. You could tell because the soap inside would be green instead of the usual blue. :(
I lived in a town of 1700 people. Everyone knew everyone. When I was in high school a girl a few years older than me accused the town cop of r*ping her. It wasn't even investigated. No one believed her because she was a "bad" girl. A hellion, into petty crime, weed and what not. I had interacted with her on a couple of occasions though, and she didn't seem like the bullshitting kind. The cop was well liked in the town and seemed normal to me, also a girl, when I was arrested a year later at the age of 17 (stupid, teenage, small-town stuff.)
Several years later that cop was sent to prison for the brutal beating and r*pe of his ex-wife. She was a lawyer, so there was no way for him to convince anyone she was lying, as he had done for the girl. Turns out he was violent and abusive during the marriage, too. Now, all of that doesn't necessarily mean he had r*aped the teenager, but I totally think he did. Poor girl. Imagine that happening and no one believing you because it was a well-liked cop that did it.
That town was so f*cked up. Another cop that was there for a couple of years was done for CP. The volunteer fire chief was lighting fires because the more fires they fought, the more funding the station could get. Madness.
I live in a small town in Texas. Back in the late 80's an 18 year old boy was found strung from a tree, it appeared he'd hung himself. Rumors quickly spread across town that he was part of a satanic cult that had been around for a couple years at that point, and it was believed that he'd either sacrificed himself for the cult, or he'd been murdered due to his affiliation. Three years later his older sister was also found dead. It's unknown if her death was cult related or not. Both were exhumed and autopsies show they both had high levels of Elavil in their systems, which pointed to both deaths being homicides. This was before I was born and it's kinda taboo to talk about because nobody knows if any of it is true. How big the cult is, or was, nobody knows.
Before I was was moved to 8th grade (last year of primary school in my country, 11 and 12 year old kids), I was told that I would get a male teacher. He had come into my classroom to meet his new students and everything. A few weeks before school started after the summer break, We learn that he won't be teaching us. In fact, he wouldn't be teaching in my school at all. Turns out, as a end of primary school present, he would invite his class to his home. There he had a swimming pool in his garden for the kids to swim in. That had happened for years, and was not the problem. The problem was that he also had a sauna, and invited the girls into the sauna with him, telling the girls that you should be naked in there and encouraged them to take of their swimsuits. Over the summer it had gotten out when one of the girls had told her parents about the sauna!
The school treid to sweep this story under the rug after firing the teacher, and if it was not for one classmate being friends with almost that whole class, it would have worked. But to this day not many people know about this.
A town I used to live near had an abandoned gold mine. It wasn't played out either. It was called "Holly Terror" after the founder's wife. Yeah, the name was fitting. It's killed scores of people with collapses and floods.
I grew up in a small town with less than 4,000 people currently it probably had less than 5,000 when I was a kid. There was a police chief, that was known to help out young boys who were in trouble often. He would take them under his wing and mentor them.
Well after he retired from the force it was a huge headline that he had killed one of the boys that was now a man that he had mentored. I don't know what was going through that guy's mind, but he decided that he was going to tell everybody and decided to warn him before doing so from what I've heard. He was shot dead in the driveway of that ex-police Chief. The younger man's girlfriend and friends decided to speak out on his behalf after he was killed. Many other young men stepped forward as victims.
The ex police chief went after troubled teen boys whose family didn't involve themselves much in the child's life. He would make it look like that he was giving them support and fatherly figure that they were missing. After he gained the teenager's trust he would convince them to have sex. And usually it had something to do with the teen getting into some minor trouble and basically offered a cover-up in exchange for sex. And if a boy refused when he wanted sex, he would say that he would turn the boy in and they didn't want to go back to jail. This man would also buy them things like food, clothes and other things that they might want. That was another way that he controlled the teens. He usually let them go after a certain age because the police station offered more victims and because he obviously had a type. Believe it or not he did have a wife that was on scene during the shooting. She was in bed as this altercation happened at 3:00 a.m.
The killer didn't want a trial and he pleaded guilty to second degree murder as it was not premeditated. He got 15 years to life. He may not even survive the first 15 years as he was already 60 years old and not in great health. Unfortunately, the Statue of limitations passed for third degree (it's basically statutory) rape. For pretty much everyone except maybe a few but he was going to jail anyway and probably will never come out so they weren't too worried about getting justice.
I want to add my two cents to this subject. A family member of mine, now dead, owned a farm. He grew corn, and between the corn he grew weed. He was caught the weed was taken and burned in a pit fire, every cop was there, and got high off the smoke. My family member then went on to run to be sheriff. He did not win, but not because he was a convicted drug grower, but because the sheriff job went to someone related to the current sheriff at the time.
I don't live in my hometown anymore as I recently moved 12 hours away. But there's an urban legend about a white entity in the woods that murdered an entire family. It was given the name "the white screamer" because of the blood curdling screams that came from the woods sometimes. The stories have been told since the 1800s. But now that I'm really thinking about it, the urban legend probably came from someone who heard a mountain lion screaming. It still gives me the creeps even though I live so far away now. There have been multiple sightings of it from people throughout the years, and this story always reminded me of the game "until dawn"
Not a secret, just very sad, but when I was in high school there was a little boy who lived on main street who was raped and murdered by his grandfather who was babysitting him while his parents were out. As far as I know, the grandfather got life in prison after that. The house was torn down, and rebuilt into a community center in his honor
I went to high school in a small town of around 3,000 people. apparently some years ago a meth lab in a house 50 feet away from the school exploded
My classmate grabbed my friend from behind all of a sudden and put scissors under her neck, saying he's gonna slit her throat. I don't think he was joking, he was known to display aggressive behavior . Our friend was crying, thankfully he got talked out of it. We were like 10 or 11 so I don't remember a lot of details, just fear. For some reason, our homeroom teacher excused his actions because he had adhd and even with my limited knowledge, I understood that adhd doesn't make kids want to murder their classmates. My kid self knew more about adhd than a special needs teacher (our school was adapted to hold special needs students). It's not even a secret, nobody really talked about it afterwards. We probably didn't want to feel worse and bring back intense fear we felt around the guy. I might be 1 out of 10 people who remember the incident, it's way too specific to casually bring up.
There are still stories about this.
My home village is surrounded by rubber tree forests (so called) and most of the adults in the neighborhood works for the rubber company. Mom told me a few years back that my uncle rode past a dead body in the trees when he was young, but the thing is that no one ever really cared about that body. I know that back then there were still a great amount of gangs and so conflicts made them into killing people but somehow the police never batted an eye.
My Mom's hometown had a serial killer. I don't know the details, Mom only mentioned it once, in a story about why she never uses Ouija boards. I tried looking it up, but this would have been well before the internet so I couldn't find anything. And they might have hushed it up- I know my Mom once pointed out a house as we were driving by on a visit and said "that's the place where the lady committed "suicide." "Suicide?" we asked. "Yeah," she said. "Apparently she stabbed herself, threw herself down a flight of stairs, and then hung herself. And somehow it was ruled as suicide." Or at least, that's as close as I can remember to the conversation. And if they hushed up that one, who knows how many other deaths were ruled as suicides or accidents when they were really homicides? I know the serial killings happened when she was a teenager, so around 40 years ago, but that's the most I know about it. (Because of course the creepy story about people using a Ouija board during a series of serial killings and being scarred for life over whatever happened would involve teenagers. And no, my Mom isn't flighty, superstitious, prone to lying, or anything similar. That is the ONLY story like that she's ever told me. Everything she's ever said has been serious. She never even tells jokes. She is very much grounded. Her only flight of fancy so far as I know is her persistent belief that God made dinosaur bones as a joke, because religion is a hell of a drug. So I believe her. Because of all my family, she's not one of the ones who would make up a story like that.)
I’ve got one, back when I was in elementary school the Principal’s wife was found murdered in her house. The local police botched the crap out of the investigation from Day 1 due to the fact that the homicide department had no training. The reason for the lack of training? Every two years the departments would swap investigators and since homicides either never happened or were never called in no one in the local departments had any clue what they were doing, they had to call in investigators from our state’s capital to investigate. Before that happened though the crime scene was completely contaminated, ladies from the local church were allowed in to “clean up” and any sort of evidence that could’ve been found simply wasn’t.
Another thing about this story is that the Principal’s oldest son who was an about 3 or 4 years older than me was a prime suspect. Kids I went to school with who knew him talked about how he wanted to kill his Mom, I rode the bus with the guy and at the time I honestly believed it. The Principal stayed working in that district for a while but I moved some years later, good riddance to that place!
I have multiple of these
1. Went to a small christian school. The max amount of students they ever had were 102. Long story short the bible teacher got fired for having s!x with a senior.
2. Because the school was so small sometimes the parents would sub for the teachers. It was a very small town so most of the parents went to high school together, and the parents didn’t like it when they found out this specific parent was subbing. This parent/sub had a video out there of her and a bunch of men “running the train”. Shortly after I left her son started to post corn on twitter while he was still a minor.
3. My home town is very well known for being the kkk capital. There is a donut shop that hasn’t been owned for many many years. In the basement of that donut shop was where the kkk would hold their meetings.
Have a great day and happy new year!
I once had a teacher in high school who said it was a shame that hazing had been done away with. I remember thinking, what an odd thing for a man in his 40’s to say.
Ah Rockos modern Life. I remember that show, grew up in the 90's.
There is this very prominent and wealthy family from the town I grew up in, their children were all very well liked and popular in school (and not the mean kind of popular kids, they were liked by everyone), pure academic super stars, I even befriended the younger daughter and we visited each other on the odd occasion. So when I was still in primary school there was a big story making the rounds about a group of kids being caught who tied up a dog and started cutting out pieces of this animal while it was still alive, the kids were caught but the police stayed tight lipped due to the kids being under the age of 18 at the time. Fast forward a couple of years we are hanging with a friend who's mom was a police officer, now she might have climbed into the brandy a bit too much that night but when we talked about this family she spilled the beans that the oldest daughter was ring leader in the whole dog torture scandal. We sat there in stunned silence and listened to the details, I couldn't never in my life think that such a sweet kind and intelligent person can be capable of something so cruel and dark. At that point we didn't interact much as I was off to highschool in another town and basically moved away when I went to study , she did friend me on Facebook, she got family and kids but I sometimes wonder what goes on in that mind.
My town's darkest known secret isn't much of a secret. The movie Walking Tall was made about the stuff that went on in my area (the original one about Buford Pusser, not the remake with The Rock)
Went to a small, poor Catholic high school growing up. It stayed afloat because one of the parents was embezzling money from the local bank and donating it. This wasn't their only less then legal income stream. That isn't even my story. The secret was the girl's basketball coach (male) was sleeping with the star player, the under-18 star player. Pretty much everybody in school knew this and nothing was ever done about it. Can say rumors all you want, but without going into detail, I saw various evidence of it firsthand. She moved in with him some time after high school. They eventually got married & have kids now.
There was a rumor in my town that the local church had a meth lab in it. I don't doubt it.
That’s becoming more common these days, sadly
Jesus Pinkman
This one is kinda dark TW: d3ath and @buse mentioned. So I live in a very small town of about 2000-3000 residents. (Btw this happened when I was 8 or 9) I’ve never had very great neighbors, especially right next door. Our old rude neighbor had just moved away and so we (me and my mom), where happy to get new neighbors. They had just moved in, a mother and father in their twenties most likely and their 2 year old daughter. They where fairly nice but kinda suspicious but I didn’t think much of it. I would always play outside then hear like terrible, horrendous baby screams coming from next door (not normal baby cries/screams, like screams of terrible pain) but I was very young so I shook it off. Few months later we wake up to caution tape wrapped around our neighbors house and porch and cops everywhere. The cops wouldn’t tell us anything but we soon found out on the news. Their daughter was missing. They found the severed body in a nearby pond a week or so later. Turns out it was the parents that did it. The murder weapon was a hair brush. Edit:the cop did tell us one thing after they had cleaned out the sene, their was blood splattered all the way on the ceiling. (It’s a big house the ceiling is about ehhh 10-15 feet tall.) and it still haunts me too this day how they could get blood splattered on the ceiling using a HAIRBRUSH.
#21 - My wife worked at a McDs. One of her _married_ managers was fired after he was caught in the back room f*cking one of the 17 year-old employees. And then there was another manager who had to transfer after he started shacking up with one of the employees who was 19 with a kid - the same employee who tried to hit on me and turned cold toward me and my wife when I rebuffed her advances.
The halfway house one pisses me off. Because of one pos, probably up to a hundred kids are left without good support.
The cops in my Northern Ontario town were regularly picking up intoxicated Indigenous people, taking their shoes and winter jackets, and leaving them 20-30 km from town in the middle of the night in the dead of winter. Every year 2-3 Indigenous people would be found frozen to death when the snow melted. Their deaths would be written off as 'Got drunk, stumbled out of town and died."
This happened for decades.
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What the fuck.. man can you please tell what were the year?
The Saskatoon Starlight Tours (IIRC that's what the cops called them)
@@Zeruel3 Yup. They were called Moonlight Rides in my town.
@@non_so_che_cazzo_dire9768 Pick a year between 1970 and today and you'll find these deaths that were brushed under the rug.
I worked at a Car Dealership in NorOnt for years. One day two Indigenous people were discovered frozen to death in the abandoned lot behind the dealership. My boss, the owner who rubbed elbows with the mayor and police chief and other notables in town, made some phone calls and the deaths were given next to no coverage in the media and the dealerships name was never mentioned.
I live in a smallish tourist town, a lot of really bad crimes happen, but we can't report on it because it would scare off tourism.
My town had a chinese buffet shut down for human trafficking
I grew up in a mid to small size city, so not really applicable, but the neighborhood I grew up in had a few notable events. One neighbor's house blew up. Poor guy was a smoker, so his sense of smell was poor. He had a gas leak, woke up, went to light up, and BOOM. Another neighbor, on the next block, I knew his wife and had been tutoring her in Japanese before this happened, he snapped and held her hostage. The SWAT team's bomb robot, which they used for this for whatever reason, apparently knocked the house off it's foundation, plus every surface was covered with tear gas, so I think the house was condemned, and her husband shot himself after letting her go. Really messed up part is his mother owned the house and lives right across the street, and she'd had two sons and the other one had also killed himself in that house, but apparently before my family moved in. So she lived where she'd have to look at the house where both her sons killed themselves every day. Well, I speak of her in the present tense, but I haven't spent time in that neighborhood since my parents moved out a couple of years ago so maybe she's passed as well by now.
My story is that in my town there are lots of crazy people and junkies. But there was a thing that only happened a few years back a guy shot his wife then had a gunfight with police 2 officers were shot one in the neck but they made a full recovery thanks to the guy living next-door and I know him well he has the nickname antman he helped the officer and the only casualties were the wife and possibly the man idk what actually happened to him in the end. The officer made a full recovery and now antman is in the army. To this day idk where the guy got the gun cause this was in australia and we have a very strict gun policy
In our village, or at least on the border to it, there was a home where a lesbian couple lived. Everyone thought they had a good relationship from how they were out and a bought. One night, one of them brutally butchered the other before turning the knife on her own throat. From what I recall there had also been some fire damage at the scene. The house was passed to the next of kin, they tried fixing up the place to sell it. Blood stains never came out of the floors. Even when replaced, there was a residual odor in the house and the house never sold. It got demolished and now sits as an empty lot being taken over by nature.
It isn't so much a secret because you can find it on Google, but a town I lived in for a very brief period (maybe two years at the most) was a sundown town. My family didn't know until after we had moved out of it. If you're a person of color, avoid Wapakoneta, Ohio.
literally every southern town be like
@@willacrane2481 Wapakoneta is in Ohio. Ohio is in the north.
@@psuedomyspace not that far from the Kentucky border though and Ive been through that town - I can see that happening there though
2 of them come to mind from my hometown. One of them is among the worst cases of child abuse from southwest PA. The other was a vehicular manslaughter case. An infant was killed, the driver was drunk. He had enough money to get off clean but the rest of the his family disowned him, he was given a large sum of money for his share of the family business and was never heard from again
I grew up in a small town (don’t be deceived if you ever found it, the borough it shares its name with is much larger, but the town itself isn’t that big) and one of the last men in Britain to be hanged was from there (in 1942). He was a former soldier, a deserter, who attacked two girls, killing one of them. It was a mark of shame on the town, so it was kind of just not talked about in hopes of forgetting him. For a long time, I had heard of him as just a former soldier and deserter. Then I learned his name. We had the same surname. Turns out he was a distant relative of mine.
I intend to change my name now. Not really enjoying any connection to that name.
Lol I immediately thought of Rocko’s Modern Life when you mentioned the Big Heads at Story 69. Rocko was one of my favorite 90’s cartoons back in the day. Gooood times. 😊
Remember when my mom found a missing girl in my small Ohio town
Average day in ohio
@@non_so_che_cazzo_dire9768 swag like Ohio man
NOT OHIO💀💀💀💀
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Your content is amazing, when I work (Sometimes I work from home) I always open youtube and listen to your stories while doing what I need to do so I don't get bored.
All this violence against teen girls is horrible and sad it says a lot about our society
Absolutely not a secret (it made local news), but a few years after we moved away from the town where I grew up, a kid dressed up as a Klansman for Halloween. The kid was like 5 or 6 and he'd asked to wear it, and since his parents were in the Klan (and were remarkably oblivious about why that might bother people) let him do it. Mom tried to defend it on the news, too.
Oh, and the really fun part? That family was living in our old house.
My small town is basically in a civil war Republicans vs Communist (yes all the way to the left wall) I guess I'm alabama's version of Carol Marx because I fist told my friend about communism after watching Hakim. He told his friends and it snowballed So I guess I might be the reason why a communist militia occupies a small alabama town.
There was this super prestigious chef working at a very high end restaurant in LA. Made amazing food, but a total philanderer. Which was bad because he was married. Well, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and he and his wife decided to drop their whole lives and move to our tiny town. They opened a phenomenal lunch restaurant and sort of keep whatever hours they want, with the idea that this is how he would spend the remainder of his time. But then, miraculously, he goes into remission. The whole town celebrates, he makes a big speech thanking his wife for sticking with him through all the tough times. Life goes on. He starts sleeping with one of his line cooks. On the wife's day off she's driving through town and she sees her husband and the line cook making out in the parking lot. Next day she goes into the restaurant and a couple of hours after opening she suddenly announces they're closing early and the whole staff is sent home. Next day there's a sign on the door saying the restaurant is closed until further notice due to a mysterious kitchen fire. It was never investigated further.
not really "dark", or "secret", but lesser known. there lived a farmer on the outskirts of our little town who had a daughter. the daughter loved rabbits, and the farmer built her a hutch. soon she was spoiled for rabbits. the neighbors complained that the rabbits might get loose and demolish their gardens, but couldn't do anything about it. eventually they got together, annexed the land that the farmer's house stood on, and sued to get him to tear down the hutches. he followed the ruling to the letter. and now over 100 years later, you can't walk two blocks in this town without stepping on a rabbit.
The "Rocco's Modern Life" impression made my day!
Subscribed for the Rockos ML reference 😂… also, for the “MYYYY SANDWICH?!” ref you did in another one 😂.
One of the early televangelist preachers and his wife had their first "mansion" in my city. When they were exposed as frauds and lost all of their money, in the mid 90s I think, the house was abandoned and sat unsold but untouched by burglars or teenagers. I think it might have finally resold 10-15 yrs ago, but honestly our city is basically a glorified suburb that butts up to the edges of a lake, so the streets are like rivers and tributaries themselves, one way in and out and TONS of tiny winding back streets ending in cul-de-sacs, and the house is so deep in that it's hard to keep track of it unless you live near it. There's only a few areas with really huge fancy houses with incredible lake views. I've lived here for 34 yrs, since I was a baby, and there are areas that I just haven't been to because they were "off-limits" to me as a kid and I didn't have friends who lived there, so I had no reason to go there. The middle class parts of town I've seen pretty much every inch of, including walking through yards that I definitely shouldn't have, lol.
My university, in the next large city over, was originally a women's college and was built by slaves because I live in the south and tragically that was once a thing. Down in the basement of the administration building next to my dorm there were access doors to the tunnels the slaves worked in to keep them away from the girls. In that same building there are also handcuffs in the stone wall, possibly for disciplinary purposes. A girl supposedly hung herself from the water pipes in the closet of my dorm room, but I never sensed anything unusual and I'm sensitive to that sort of thing.
A true secret? I was a well spoken child, zero lisp and good diction. Unfortunately when other kid's parents would hear me at the park or parties they would tell my mother and say, "She speaks so well! She must come play with my child and maybe it will rub off on them!" I ended up with a lot of horrid play dates with awful kids who treated me like crap. The worst though; the one I was forced to keep going back to? This little boy was a year younger than me and I think I was four or four and a half. He was big for his age though. There were multiple instances of abuse and the mother was always upstairs busy while he, his little brother, and I would be "playing" downstairs. I don't really remember sexual abuse, plenty of physical, but the worst thing that happened that I remember is when he took a knife from the drawer in the kitchen, grabbed me, held it to my throat, and threatened me with my life. Yep, Mom still made me go back the next day; her best friend lived next door and they could talk all day while we..."played." The boy's mother made excuses about how of course he was playing, acting out something he saw on TV, he'd never actually hurt me, etc...bish! Fricking enabler parents!
And the boys always outnumbered my votes on what to play. It was *always* Ninja Turtles...I just wanted to play with the cars or the marble track. Two straight weeks of Ninja Turtles...I like the Ninja Turtles yo, but mix it up!
Hearing him swear lifts a fog from me. Thank you.
Story 37:
I can explain this one.
Good dealers don't tolerate any BS around their location cuz it draws attention. Honestly, some of the safest places to live is by a good dealer. Till someone says something to tip off the DEA, then you might wanna see how many vacation days you got saved up and pay mom and dad a visit for a week or two.
Hey! 83 is my hometown. Glad I stayed to the end
In my town there is a large hill, covered with these yellow flowers that sprung into vibrant yellow, colouring the entire hill in a million flowers. It's quite the sight. But at the top is a place where no flowers will grow. On top of this hill is also one large, very old tree. We call it something that translates to "the noose hill". Apparently several hundred years ago criminals and other unwanted people were regularly executed by hanging in that location.. or so the saying goes. I visited the hill as a kid.. it's quite a strange place with a strange aura you start to feel as you get closer to it. It's a perfect spot that overlooks the entire town in every direction.
That exact same tactic was used by a bank robber in my town too lmao. Except there were only 3 schools and 2 of them were side by side and the other was on the opposite end of town so it was really easy for him to hit the bank which was in the middle of town. If I recall they actually just hooked chains to one of those drive through teller things attached to their truck and snatched it. But a few weeks later the cops found it IN THE GUYS BACKYARD still living in town.
Growing up, we lived in a small city with only four 2-lane highways leading in or out. Nothing around us but corn or soybeans for miles until the next town.
Every Sunday morning, our family drove to church in a neighboring town about 12 miles away. As you'd leave the city, there was a large water tower just off the highway, maybe 100 yards off. I always remember seeing a brown Oldsmobile sitting next to the tower, inside the chainlink fence *for years*. Every time we drove by it, I always noticed how familiar it looked because my dad owned a very similar looking car.
When I say this Oldsmobile sat there for years, I literally mean it. It was something like 8-10 years throughout my childhood. It was an expected sight every Sunday morning. Nobody ever questioned it, nobody investigated it. It was just 'part of the town'.
Turns out, the owner of that vehicle rammed the chainlink all those years ago in such a way that the car slid under the fence and it fell back down in place perfectly creating the illusion that the car was just locked inside. He had actually gone there to end his own life, and I would imagine he had hoped someone would have noticed a suspicious car sitting by the water tower, and would recover his body later.
Took them around 8-10 years, but he was eventually given a proper burial.
Story 15- I teach in your town, the State Forest has been infamous since my parents were kids! It’s always wild when you hear a story about your town on one of these videos!
Smallish town in North Queensland. The biggest drug dealers were the police CID. There was one police station that was closed because every cop was smoking dope while on duty. A local 'Police Beat', a residence where a police officer lived in the community, had a dope grow house across the road for years!
You sound a lot like Bryan Vaughn VA from the Mr. Ripper channel. lol My town didn't really have that much drama or secrets. There are a few things people don't really talk about anymore, though. One girl's dad choked to death on his father's day dinner. There was an 86yo guy that shot and killed his wife, then tried to self terminate. He said she was suffering from dementia and he didn't want her to suffer anymore. Lastly there was a pedophile that grew up next door to me. Tried to convince my dad that I needed to be taken out in the woods and "taught how to be a man". That thankfully never happened. After the dude's wife got a restraining order against him, prohibiting him from entering the city, his old boat house was broken into and there was found: car stereos and batteries (dozens of them), axes and machetes, bundled lengths of rope, some really old fishing gear, and the thing that really disturbed me - a single pair of women's slippers and a single pair of young girl's slippers (like age 7-8). No one really talks about that guy anymore and his boathouse has passed through several ownerships, but it's since broken loose of its moorings and is beached a little ways down the river.
Hey, I have one of those old passageways. It was built during the middle ages and partly collapsed when the church yard was renewed. No clue if it was ever used. We sealed the entrance because of all the spiders.
1:45 “to find his head rolling on the floor” that gave me chills-
Lol that Bighead impression was really good. I really loved that show
Not really a small town dark secret but a man killed his wife and stuck her in a animal hole behind an abandoned school. Two People drove right past it and raced to the nearest filling station (This way before cellphones) to call the police. They immediately sent the Sheriff and they found the woman's body. The man was supposedly shot down in Mississippi.
It became the inspiration for Jeepers Creepers.
Yes, this was Coldwater Michigan.
"Oh baby. Oh baby. Oh baby."
Mrs. Bighead: Rocko?
Rocko: Mrs. Bighead?
Story 36 happened around where I grew up. There is a memorial plaque where it happened which is about a mile from my grandparents house and we were always told about this as children.
Story 39. Pennhurst asylum in Pennsylvania. It's used as a haunted house now but a lot of people in the surrounding area that were around when it was still open won't go near it out of fear of bringing home some unhinged, insane spirit. I know some people that were patients there and I am surprised they are allowed to wander around on their own.
I grew up in a small town in Tx. The historical tree in the town square was known as "The Hangin' Tree". The historical plaque said the founder of the town hid from native americans like some sort of Tom and Jerry episode. Only problem, the tree would have been a sapling when the story allegedly took place, It was a notorious 'Sundown Town' in the past.
alright i got a few. idk if its true but there was rumors within the town that my dad was born in, in west tennessee that the city mayor was buying up properties with the help of a local realtor for himself. nobody knew if it was true and the newspapers never really covered it.
another one of the same town, local section 31 duplex neighborhoods (city owned basically) were reported to have received a grant to update the water lines. no projects were started and nothing came of it. same mayor was rumored to have pocketed the money. hes still elected to this day as far as i know, mainly because its also rumored he has control of the local paper in town.
the same town that is the county seat of where dixie carter was born. nobody knows if its true and nobody has the money and will to investigate themselves.
In my second year of highschool we got a new fresh out of college band teacher. He and one of the band students, a senior at the time, began crushing on each other hard and were constantly flirting with each other. Everyone else in the class just ignored it and I, not the most perspective person at the time didn't even notice. Apparently about a year or two after I graduated they ended up getting married.
Not exactly a dark secret I guess since he just graduated college and she was a senior so there wasn't that big an age difference and they didn't actually get into a relationship until after she graduated, but definitely on the boarder line of ethical.
As far as I'm aware they are still married today some 20 years later and have at least 2 kids.
This isn’t a town wide secret, more of a lesser known neighborhood incident. One of my friends recently told me about a time around 10-15 years ago about someone farming weed on the 2nd floor of their house. It was a somewhat elderly couple who moved around quite frequently and had thus rented a house close to the one I now live in. Allegedly they had dumped tons of soil all around the entire 2nd story of the house and started growing weed there. Yes, actual real weed. It wasn’t discovered until several weeks after they arrived, but by the time it was they had already moved out. It surprises me how not a lot of people really knew about it at all.