A woman I worked with a few years ago told me how her life had changed drastically she went from having a decent job to becoming an alcoholic and working as a cleaner. She had planned to move to Spain with her husband and young daughter and had a great job lined up out there. The plan was her husband and daughter would fly over first and she would fly over a week or two later due to finishing her old job a little later than planned. Her husband rang her on the day he arrived and said the house was lovely and the furniture had arrived by ferry ect. That was the last time she ever heard from him. Her husband and daughter was found dead by authorities a few days after she rang explaining she was concerned for their welfare as she had had no contact with them and she was extremely worried. It was carbon monoxide poisoning. It is so scary to think how fast your life can change.

I grew up on a farm in the Texas Panhandle (the boxy part on top). In a house a few miles from ours, most of the members of a family were randomly murdered. One girl, ten years old at the time, survived by pretending to be dead.

A spelunker got stuck upside down in a narrow cave for 26 hours. Crews tried to pull him out with pulleys, but had to be careful not to break his legs, because that could be fatal with the circumstances he was in. Rescuers even almost dislodged him, only for an anchor to fail at the last second, plunging him back into the crevice. He eventually died, and they sealed the cave shut with him inside.

The story that inspired “Candyman” is pretty creepy. A woman in a Chicago apartment was murdered by some drug dealer who lived next-door. How did he get into her apartment? Through a hole behind her bathroom cabinet/mirror.

Happened to my boss’s best friend when they were around 17yo: Best friend’s parents were out of town one weekend and she had the house to herself. Went about her business having dinner, watching tv then decided to go to bed. She was lying in her bed with her back to her closet when she heard the door open. She somehow pretended to be asleep – the man who was hiding in the closet walked around her bed to the side she was laying/facing, gently stroked her hair and face then left. She immediately called her boyfriend to ask him to come over then called her parents and then the police. Long story short this man had been getting into their home via a doggy door (they didn’t have a dog and didn’t bother to secure it) and he’d been living in a tent in the foresty area behind their home for months to creep on her. They found a ton of surveillance footage of her sleeping and pieces of her clothes and stuff. If I recall correctly this happened somewhere in Alabama, most likely mid-2000s.

My maternal grandfather, in the days before hot water on tap, put a big pot on to boil before leaving for work for his wife and kids to bathe with. The pot boiled over and extinguished the flame, and he returned to find them dead of carbon monoxide poisoning. My mother was of his second marriage.

The Ariel Castro Kidnappings. Basically, a man in living in Cleveland, Ohio, kidnapped three young girls and kept them prisoner in his home in Tremont for 12 years. He even had a child with one. Eventually, one escaped and managed to contact police, who arrested Castro and saved the other two girls.

This one kid back in the early 20th century named Bobby Dunbar. He went missing, and after like a year of searching for him, his parents came across a man with a kid who looked a lot like Bobby. They believed it was their kid, and after a legal battle with the kid’s supposed mother, they brought the kid home. A while ass parade happened due to the missing kid’s return. He lived and died believing he was, in fact, Bobby Dunbar. Well, a few decades later, his granddaughter asked Bobby’s (nephew I think?) for a DNA sample so she could see if her and Bobby’s nephew were related. Turns out, they weren’t. Meaning the real Bobby Dunbar is still missing and, probably died alone without his parents.

One day, this kid [named Kyron Horman] gets taken to school by his stepmom for a big science fair. Things go well, he has his picture taken, step mom watches him go down the hallway to class… and he’s never seen again.

The blue-ring octopus has a venom that causes paralysis, causing people to die of cardiac arrest or because of hypoxia. There is no antidote; the ”cure” is CPR or lif-support for the hour-or-so it takes for the the venom to leave the body. There was a man who was bitten by a blue-ring octopus. As the life-guard was preforming CPR, he was lying on his back on the beach, facing the sky, eyes frozen open. Unable to close his eyes or communicate with the others, he lied there as the sun slowly burnt out his retinas. He became permanently blind.

When I was 7 I was raking rocks in my aunts front yard and a beat up pickup truck pulled up. The man got out, fiddled with something under the hood and then closed it. He asked me “hey kid do you know how to pop a clutch”? Spending my childhood on a farm, I did indeed know how. “Yes” I responded – “give me a hand real quick” he said. So I started walking towards his truck, at the last second my mom called out to me from the garage and I turned around to see what she wanted. I heard the door slam, the truck start, and he drove away. That memory never really came up until one day, about 30 years later I jump up after laying down to go to bed when out of nowhere it came back and it hit me: This guy was trying to kidnap me. What the fuck???? What bullet did I dodge?? I mean you ever have a memory come back and you get scared? I mean scared over the memory? I was shaking for at least a half hour over it. It’s still freaks me out thinking about it.

The story about the entire town in Iran that was burried under such an intense snowstorm, it smothered 4000 people.

I just recently remembered [the great molasses flood]! I don’t even know what made it resurface in my mind. When I told my boyfriend about it, he didn’t believe me and thought it was a fictional story. They taught my class about it in elementary school and then gave us all a spoonful each of molasses to enjoy. Pretty morbid.

I don’t know if it’s scary but when I was younger me and my twin brother would help our friend do his paper route . One summer we could smell something gross coming from one of the houses. We all didn’t think anything of it until three days later when the smell was reaching down the driveway. We went to the back door where he normally dropped the paper and noticed it was open. We went in and looked around the house and found the owner dead. He had died of a heart attack and his cats were eating him.

The USS west Virginia was a ship damaged during the attack on pearl harbor, after the ship was attacked the people on board heard banging noises coming from inside the ship, turns out that these noises were people. They were trapped in a room to where they couldn’t be broken out of it because of the water that would seep in and drown them and they couldn’t be brought out from the top because of the gasses that lingured there that were extremely flammable, when the vessel was salvaged 6 months later the bodies of these 3 men were found, the other things that remained were empty cans of food and water and a calendar marked from December 7th to December 23rd. This means they were trapped in there for 16 days.

A guy in a sinking ship found an oxygen bubble and only drank a sip of diet coke every 7 hours. He was rescued after 60 hours after being under constant danger from drowning and even sharks

I grew up in a coastal town in Maine. There was a story that during prohibition a barrel showed up at the post office with the name of someone that didn’t exist. They let the barrel sit there in storage until the waiting period was over. Everyone assumed it was full of booze, and it was consumed by caribou’s townsfolk. When the barrel was empty, it was still quite heavy. They opened it up to find a dead body.