Crime is rampant, and it leaves countless victims in its wake.
It’s a terrifying truth of life that most of us will be affected by crime.
Here are some terrifying stories about how some unfortunate people fell victim to some shocking and unspeakable crimes.
When I was a teenager, I worked at a coffeeshop. It was a pretty low-key location, and most of the staff went to high school with me. One night, a couple of us were closing up when I noticed a funny smell. The supervisor decided we should go and wait outside. Well, it turns out one of my co-workers was actually trying to kill the girl I was closing up with that night. The two of them had been dating, and she had broken things off. In response, he caused a gas leak while we were working. He easily could have killed us all.
Found my biological father after years of searching. After a few years of building a relationship he started talking about wanting to put me in his will. His wife at the time suggested a paternity test just to be sure. Got one of the swab in cheek ones. The thing comes with three swabs. After he and I swabbed she packed it all up, went into town to mail it in. Test came back negative.
I was living with them at the time due to financial trouble. She kicked me out. A few weeks later she had a mental breakdown and during her episode admitted she had replaced my swab with her own. Yeah, he’s my father, and she tried to fake a DNA test to rob me of my family.
I had stuff stolen out of my car. I left it unlocked. My fault, I’m dumb and was distracted. Nothing major was stolen, just an iPod touch, but the most messed up part of it was that they flipped over my drinks I had left in the cupholder earlier.
I went to get my napkins and found that they actually stole my napkins! They flipped my drink over and then took my napkins so I couldn’t clean it up. That’s some sadistic stuff.
Had someone spike my drink. Luckily I was drinking so slowly that I realized something was up. I was naive and thought I was just having a bad reaction to Malibu though. I was describing the symptoms of my “allergic reaction” years later to a friend, and he was like… “Yeah, someone spiked your drink.”
I was driving through rural Oregon with a couple of buddies on Spring Break, on a stretch of highway with one lane in each direction. We were stuck in a line of cars behind a woman who was driving a little slowly. We hit a stretch where passing was allowed, so I moved over and sped up so I could get around her.
She sped up too. And she wouldn’t let me merge back into the lane. (continued…)