People From Around The World Share Their Chilling Psychopath Encounters

People From Around The World Share Their Chilling Psychopath Encounters

We've all met them: people with no hearts, no consciences, no consideration for the feelings of other. They lack empathy, so they don't care if they hurt you. And the even worse ones straight up enjoy seeing you suffer.

These folks from around the world recently went online to share their chilling real life encounters with psychopaths. Some will make you shake your head, others are truly terrifying. All will leave you horrified at how cold human blood can run.

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40. Waking up happy

Woke up one morning and she told me that she kept having dreams where I was dead. Then said the kicker, "And, I wake up happy." And she didn't mean like... 'I'm happy you're actually okay.'

I ended our engagement shortly after that for obvious reasons.


39. A one month stand

My friend dated a psycho. Met her at the bar and ended up taking her home. She decided it should be more than just a one night stand and suggested a date the following weekend. He obliges.

Their first date was meeting her parents, where she told them how they were going to spend the rest of their lives together, where they were going to buy a house, the names of their two children etc.

He dated her for about a month and after they broke up, she started stalking his friends -- not him, but his friends. She'd somehow find out where we would be and threaten us with lawsuits for 'ruining her life'.


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38. A toxic relationship

My cousin, who was 15 years old at the time, tried feeding my sister (then 5) and me (then 9) rat poison.

We told my parents but they didn’t believe us. Neither did our relative who the cousin was staying with at the time.

It’s been a good number of years, and the cousin is doing a lot better now. We’re on decent terms with him.

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37. Mix and match

We were long distance. While visiting him I found handwritten love letters that were VERBATIM what he had written me. Except different women's names on each one.

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36. Those hairs on the back of your neck

I walk alone a decent bit at night (I love it and if that's how I get my ticket punched I accept it). I run into strange people all the time. I'm used to it. I'm walking in a well-lit populated area and I've done this for some years.

One day last summer I passed these two teenagers, but huge kids. Like big. They stared me down, gave me a suuuuper slow twice up and down and literally every hair on my neck stood up.

I don't know what it was but they freaked me right out. One of them kind of circled behind me and I looked right in the eyes of the other. I said something like "hey, nice night, how's it going," something like that and tried desperately to hide that they scared the pants off me. I just got a blank face in return.

Then I jogged home and shook for a while and felt like a fool.

The next day, I saw on the news that 30 minutes later and three blocks over, those same two teenagers rang a random dudes doorbell and stabbed him when he answered the door.

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35. She'll never notice

One day I woke up to find all the men missing from my Facebook friends list. Including cousins and uncles. My ex didn’t think I’d notice.

His response: "Oh so you noticed they were gone? Then you ARE paying attention to other men! I knew it!"

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34. Do Not Resuscitate

My sister is a sociopath, it took me a lot of years to realize this and stop rationalizing it.

I’m a diabetic and have been in comas. During the last one in 2015, after a year of no contact, she showed up at the hospital saying I had expressed to her that my wishes were Do Not Resuscitate. About 12 of my friends shouted her down and I woke up 3 days later on my own. If I had coded during that time, however, there would have been a lot of grey area around if they were allowed to revive me.

About 4 months later she took out a life insurance policy on me and asked me to sign it.... I said no. I no longer speak to her.

I should add that I now have very clear wishes notarized and copies kept with my doctors and trusted friends. She’s not taking me out that easily!

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33. I can't believe she thought this was okay

We were riding the train home from a date. I look over and she’s logging in to her ex-boyfriend’s Facebook account. I asked her what she was doing and she straight up told me that she was logging in to her ex-boyfriend’s Facebook account.

When I asked why, she said, “I’m just checking up on him, I want to make sure he’s ok. He never changed his password.” Her checking up on him became reading through not just his statuses but also his private messages.

I asked why she couldn’t just look at his profile normally. She said, "He blocked me." When I asked why she couldn’t just text him if it was that big of a deal, she said he blocked her number too. I had so many more questions, but she started getting ticked off and defensive and I still had a long train ride home, so I let it be.

There was no follow-up date, naturally.

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32. You weren't weak; you were trying to survive

Had an boyfriend, now ex for sure, straight kidnap me once when I was 18.

I left his house in the middle of a fight to walk to work and he jumped in his car, pulled up next me, grabbed me by the throat and threw me in the car. He drove like a maniac, swerving into traffic and super close to parked cars, telling me he was going to kill us both.

He made me call my work and tell them I wasn’t coming in. I was sobbing hysterically and I just played it off like I just found out a close friend had died. I don’t remember how I talked myself out of that situation but looking back I can’t believe how weak I was and just did what he said, even knowing he was probably going to kill me.

He got arrested for manhandling me and biting me on the cheek outside of my job. Super embarrassing. I’m so glad I snapped out of that crap. I would put a knife in someone before I ever let them treat me that way again.


31. "There's no time to move as the bike goes over your face"

My older brother was a psychopath and he was a real monster. Over the years I was put into the hospital for 3rd degree burns, ER surgery for internal bleeding, a broken nose, and several stitches.

My school ended up calling the state on my mom and there was an investigation. My brother ended up being committed for 3 months but that really didn't teach him anything.

To give you an idea of how evil my brother was was, picture laying down on the grass when you look over and see someone coming at you full speed on their bike. There's no time to move as the bike goes over your face. I vividly remember his evil smile and look of pleasure as he sneered down at me.

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30. "I feel nothing when you cry"

I dated a psycho for 8 months.

He told me when I cried, he didn't feel anything. He even laughed one time when I cried.

The abuse started to get physical, so I broke up with him over text. I made sure all the doors and windows were locked, and the blinds and curtains were closed. I turned off all the lights in the house so he couldn't see me if he decided to come over.

I had to go outside to have a smoke and I literally brought a knife with me. I called a friend. I was that afraid of him.

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29. All this... over brownies

I was making some brownies. My sister was visiting for some reason... maybe it was Christmas. Anyway, I like my brownies gooey and hot, so I'm cutting into them a little earlier than I should. Sister flips right out and starts beating on me, grabbing heavier and more dangerous weapons from whatever she could reach (pans, rolling pins, etc.). Becomes a scuffle where she keeps screaming "Stop hitting me!" while all I'm doing is grabbing her wrists to avoid taking one to the head.

Maybe it's not the most uncomfortable she's made me or the most evil thing she's done (and she's done worse to people we aren't related to, I know), but when people ask "Why is your sister so crazy?" that's the memory that comes into my head. Her gigantic freak out over brownies that I was making.

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28. Trust me

We were cleaning our guns. This guy pointed the gun at me and said, "Do you trust me? Do you think the gun is unloaded? I could be negligent or evil and I could have left a bullet in there."

Then he pulled the trigger, laughed, and carry on cleaning the gun like nothing had happened. He thought it was funny.

Before you say I need to call the police... We were the police.

This was 20 years ago. His gun privileges were revoked from him after an incident when he shot at a wall over a colleague's head. He shot wide over his head and was surprised by everyone's response to the incident since he "clearly wasn't trying to kill the guy."

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27. "Do you think I'm cool?"

I dated someone who I now believe is a sociopath.

The most uncomfortable thing while we were dating was the he would constantly whisper things in my ear in public (in earshot of other people) like, "Do you think I look hot right now?" or "Do you think I'm cool?" And the first few times I thought he was joking so I laughed, and he'd get angry. He wanted a serious answer, he wanted me to tell him how much I wanted to jump his bones right there in front of all of our friends, while they were watching and listening. I'd get lectured afterwards like, "You know, you really insulted me personally when you laughed at me in front of everyone."

He could also cry on cue to get what he wanted and as soon as he got what he wanted, it would instantly switch off and he'd turn very serious and tell me what a horrible person I was. The instant emotional switches are disarming.

When he broke up with me I went from being his favorite person in the world to instantly at the very bottom of his crap list. He laughed when I cried on multiple occasions, calling me ridiculous.

What's very alarming about people like him is how many people they can get on their side with their charm. None of his current friends know anything about his behavior behind closed doors. And they're all new people; all the people who "caught on" when we were dating are gone from his life.

Also he is completely dead in the face and eyes until you interact with him and then it's like he becomes animated.

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26. Burn it down

In high school I started dating this new girl (we'll call her Nicole). She had mentioned that she was somewhat recently out of a relationship and that her ex might be a problem as he wouldn't leave her alone (we'll call him Rory). She was dreading getting all her stuff back from him because she didn't even want to see him.​

Our typical routine after a few weeks of dating was to finish school, jump in my car, head to her place and hang out until her parents got home.

So one day we're watching MTV and there's a knock at her door. She opens the door and it's Rory....and he's furious! Turns out he had seen my car there for about a week and figured it was a new guy, so he waited outside her house to confirm and then "busted" us hanging out.

Things got heated between them pretty fast, with Rory yelling and screaming the standard "Nobody will love you like I did!" Now, I noticed from where I was sitting that Rory was someone I could easy take in a fight. I decided it was better to not even approach the situation as I didn't want to get involved.

After Rory screamed for what felt like 10 minutes, enough was enough and I went over and asked him to leave. He told me he'd kill me, and Nicole said "Rory, you're acting crazy." Without missing a beat, he said, "YOU WANT TO SEE CRAZY? THIS IS CRAZY!" Nicole slammed the door shut and Rory walked off....or so we thought.

About 30 minutes later there's a smashing-knock at her door. It's the fire department. The big oak tree right in front of her house is burning up like crazy. Like, full on inferno. It was amazing the house didn't catch fire and even more amazing that we hand't noticed anything. There was smoke EVERYWHERE. Rory was already in the back of a police car. Turns out he brought all of her stuff that he still had with him and after we shut the door he climbed the tree and put all her stuff on different branches, climbed down, and set it all on fire!

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25. "Unsettling but you didn't realize it until later"

Smart. Charming. Let me go back. Smart. Like wow kind of smart. No social filter, not like people who claim to have Asperger's but in a way that you would usually laugh along with him at someone else's expense or nervously chuckle and change the subject. From the girls' point of view (he was often the subject of conversation since he was somewhat charismatic and magnetic) they said he was a 7ish but "something about him," made him a 9. Talked quite a bit but never about himself, although you never really noticed that until later.

Unsettling, but you didn't realize it until later.

It's just that people didn't seem to matter to him very much. Like we are all ants, so he didn't bother most of the time. I suspect that people who drew his attention for an extended period of time (good or bad) probably regretted it.

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24. Yeah, that's not someone you can be friends with

I've been long-time friends with a sociopath. He is honestly like my brother. We have developed this relationship that basically treats me like his moral compass, but it doesn't always work. He is still manipulative and cruel at times, and he does only truly care about himself, but he tries to be a good person because he doesn't want to be a bad person.

That being said, my most uncomfortable moment with him would have to be when he was telling me about watching some guy almost die. He was telling me how he knew he should have stopped watching and helped him, but he was too interested in what the outcome would be if he didn't help. It was creepy to know that as hard as he may try to be a decent person, sometimes he still can t help himself.

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23. Some people are born evil

My cousin (eleven at the time) was caught smoking and skipping school by my mother. My mum told him she didn’t care about him skipping school (because his mother wouldn’t have cared) but told him not to smoke by her car.

He didn’t like being told what to do, so he grabbed my brother (two at the time) by the hand and walked him out into the middle of the road, by a blind corner. He sat my brother down and told him not to move, then he walked away.

Luckily, a neighbour had seen what had happened and grabbed my brother before a car could hit him. That cousin is now in an Indonesian prison possibly facing the death sentence for smuggling, by the way.

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22. Run far, run fast

Didn’t really understand how unhealthy she was until after our breakup. She proceeded to key nasty slurs into the side of my car about a week later because she assumed I had already started seeing other women. She tracked down every single person I know on Facebook (including family members and the CEO of my company) to send them a fairly unflattering and risqué picture. The picture also came with a page long story of how I couldn’t be trusted, as I’d assaulted, stolen money from her, etc.

Had to get a restraining order and take her to court over trying to sabotage my life/career. It was super messed up and I genuinely hope she got some help. Thankfully, I haven’t heard from her in almost 4 years, and I now live on the opposite side of the country.

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21. Sick sister

I didn't think my sister would kill me, per se, because she enjoyed abusing me too much to straight up kill me.

One of the biggest things that sticks out from my childhood growing up with her was occasionally if I was sitting on the couch (back of couch facing kitchen) she'd come up behind me and run a butcher knife along my shoulders and neck until I turned around and realized she had a knife. I think she just enjoyed the fear in me realizing what was going on, that look of "Oh my god that was a knife? Why in the world do you have a knife?"

My sister did stuff like this my whole childhood. Up until we moved out of our parents' house she would still do stuff like throw a knife across the living room at me if she was made. I cut contact with her as soon as I was able to leave at 18.

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20. Who are you studying with? Huh?!

My boyfriend furiously accused me of cheating when I started going to study at the (very quiet) library while in college.

I was taking organic chemistry and some 4000 level science classes and pretty understandably, spent a lot of time studying. He was a high school drop out who played Battlefield and Call of Duty at top volume when he wasn’t working at his part-time job at Large Box Store. It was obviously unbelievably distracting to study at home.

I wound up leaving him a few years later to go to grad school as far away from him as I could get. He wound up moving back to our hometown to start a “lawn business” that’s pretty much a front for his petty crime.

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19. Psycho stepdad

My mom was 19 when I was born and we had a very close relationship when I was little. Before my stepdad, I was always sarcastic all the time, and we joked around a lot.

One morning my mom asked me to take the pizza boxes from last night's dinner out to the garage where we put the cardboard recycling. I jokingly told her no as I gathered up the boxes to take them out. I took them out, put them on top of the stack of other cardboard, and turned around to go back into the house.

I bumped into my stepdad who had come in behind me without me noticing. He then proceeded to lift my 13-year-old body completely off of the ground by my throat and pinned me against the wall of the house. He got in my face and was screaming at me about disrespect. My feet were back on the ground but I was still pinned and his hands were around my throat. I was able to get one of his hands in my mouth and I was biting and scratching him.

I don’t remember what happened next. I don’t remember how I got to school. The next thing I remember is sobbing in a private ensemble room in the band hall. My mom still doesn’t believe me.

Over the next two years he continuously got worse and permanently destroyed my relationship with my mother. I started sleeping with a knife under my pillow when he was home.

Eventually my behavior became "bad" enough that my mom sent me to live with my biological father. Life is better now. I am safe. I still have the occasional nightmare and cannot stand any sort of confrontation whatsoever but I’ll be okay.



18. How dare you make things better?!

In order to walk from the bedroom to the kitchen, I had to walk through the living room. This involved me walking in front of the TV. I had to walk in front of it to get to the kitchen. I always did it super quickly, but I always got screamed at by my husband.

One day, while my husband was out I decided to rotate the entire living room. I put the TV on a different wall and moved the couch so it faced the TV. Basically the living room was exactly the same, just rotated 90 degrees. Now when I walked from the bedroom to the kitchen, I didn’t have to walk between the couch and the TV.

When my husband got home, he saw the living room, said nothing about it. We ate dinner and he watched TV as usual. Then we went to bed. The next morning he refused to get out of bed or talk to me. He refused to leave the house, go to class, go watch TV, anything. He would not say one word. I kept trying to get him to tell me what was wrong and he wouldn’t. For three solid days he only got out of bed to grab food or use the restroom. He would not talk to me, would not make eye contact, or acknowledge my presence. I was panicking thinking he was having some sort of episode.

At the end of three days he said he felt like I had been adequately punished for re-arranging the living room without asking. He even told me to keep it that way. It made more sense and he liked it better like that. He still had to punish me for what I did though.

He's my ex-husband now.

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17. The cordon bleus

We are sitting at a restaurant. She ordered the chicken cordon bleu, and a side of fries. She barely has taken a couple bites and she slams a fry down on the plate. She pushes the whole thing away and states: "That's Not Ketchup. That's Catsup." Then proceeds to walk out the door. She seriously just left me there alone, with the bill and everyone staring at me.

Never date crazy.

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16. "Your kids are next"

My mom, brother, and I came home to find all of my mother's diplomas and certificates had been gathered into a pile on the floor of our shared bedroom and burned. My mom is blind and had not been given much schooling as a child, so she worked her butt off once we were in school to get an education.

Unfortunately, at this time we were forced to live with my grandmother and two mentally ill uncles. One of the uncles had a grow room, and the other didn't approve of that, so he destroyed the room and blamed my mother. Dealer uncle became enraged and decided to burn my mom's certificates because "you destroyed something I love, so I destroyed something you love. Your kids are next." This was a week after he shot my brother's cat because he was angry she had kittens in his boat.

I've blocked out the next couple of weeks because apparently they were pretty bad, but I'm told that we had to disappear that night with only what we could carry in garbage bags.

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15. The king of gaslighting

He'd get out his guns and (with the safety on) point them at me and go "Bang!" And when I'd jump, he'd laugh and laugh and say, "that'd be funny if the safety was off, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it?"

And then the next day he'd gaslight me and tell me he didn't do anything of the sort the night before. He was the king of gaslighting. It got to the point where I was seriously doubting my own sanity because he would deny everything.

A lot of people don’t understand this. When someone repeatedly tells you that things didn’t happen, or didn’t happen even remotely how you remember them, it really messes with your mind.

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14. I didn't know you could 'sit wrong'

I was dating a girl that demanded I call every day.

She would hit me for "sitting wrong."

She once lashed out on me over a social media website that was popular in my country (Lunarstorm). You could see who went to look at you profile. She noticed that a lot of people from my hometown went to look at her profile. She was furious. She said that "You should talk about me enough so that people aren't curious!" When I said, "Wouldn't that make people more curious?", she lost it and screamed at me.

She also screamed at me for telling other people that a family member of mine attempted to take his own life before I told her.

I broke up with her and for years later she would sent me emails telling me I ruined her life.

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13. Once you've seen him snap...

I have a friend who's a pathological liar. He's 6'8, 350 lbs when he's watching his weight, 400+ when he isn't and there is a lot of muscle to go with everything else.

The lies aren't all that awful most of the time - he's known as a very entertaining storyteller and everyone knows he'll embellish greatly from time to time. But he can't keep a girlfriend - apparently he can't be honest, is a pathological cheater, the lies catch up with his relationships in a few weeks at most.

One day we were in a taxi together and he got the idea that the driver was taking a route that was unnecessarily long. He stopped the cheerful story he was telling me mid-sentence. His face changed and he barked at the cab driver in a voice I'd never heard, loud and angry and aggressive. The cab driver immediately pulled over and let us out with out paying, and a good thing too - I think my friend was about to kill him. I was petrified - I felt like he legitimately might kill someone in range.

It was the last time I spent time with him, though I'd known him for 20 years. I later learned that he won't associate with someone after they've "seen him snap," as one of his other ex-friends put it.

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12. Some crimes can't be forgiven

Started chatting with a girl online and after a bit she sheepishly admitted that she had a criminal record.

We went on chatting for a bit, she was cute and VERY interested in me, but of course the conversation eventually led us back to the criminal question. Turns out she was on parole. Now I NEEDED the story of how she got into trouble.

She finally took a pic of her parole document and sent it to me. I was reading it and came to the line where it listed the offence she had committed. Homicide.

Can you say ghosted?

Needless to say, we never met.

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11. My life is in your hands

I listened to my dad trying to persuade my mum they should kill me. I was about 8 maybe. I was a difficult child and my dad often couldn't cope. I remember sitting on the stairs while they were in the lounge listening to their argument. Eventually he persuaded my mum and I heard them moving so I ran upstairs to hide.

My dad came up and dragged me into the lounge. He was holding me down in the floor shouting to my mum, "Do you want me to do it? I'll do it if you wanted me to." She was crying and couldn't decide. Eventually she said no and he let me go and I ran back upstairs.

I think they planned to kill me a few times but that was the scariest one. Another time my dad asked me to give him a hand getting something out of the shed. When my back was turned he hit me in the back of the head with a hammer. I turned around and he was staring at me. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out. I ran past him to go to my mum who was making dinner in the kitchen. I was crying and shouting about what just happened but she didn't look at me or say anything, she wasn't shocked. It was like she knew what he was going to do.

I got out of that house as soon as I could and never looked back. I honestly don't know how I survived my childhood.

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10. Stolen valor

I was married to a psycho. He said he was going to the woods to shoot himself. Terrified, I called police, told them I thought he was having a military PTSD event.

They stopped him, took his gun, and informed me he was never in the military. Four years into my marriage I found out his whole life was pretty much a lie. WTF. I took photos of all the holes in my walls and got myself a restraining order and a divorce. Courts don't much appreciate stolen valor being your excuse for violence and emotional abuse/manipulation.

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9. These are next level trust issues

My ex once memorized my Facebook password and then logged in, going through my old messages until he found one where I had picked up an older conversation with one of my male coworkers. He then proceeded to pretend to be me and hit on this guy, eventually taking it so far as to plan a time and place for us to hook up.

Then he texted me asking what these messages were about and why I was cheating on him. I was so confused initially I didn't realize it was him who had hacked me, I just pleaded my innocence and begged his forgiveness because I had no idea where the messages were coming from.

Eventually he told me that he was the one coercing my co-worker and that somehow because my co-worker agreed that clearly meant we had slept together before?

I have no idea what his thought process was through all of this, but I stupidly stayed with him for a while after that. And it did permanently wreck the friendship I had with my co-worker.


8. You can't break up with me unless I accept

My boyfriend wanted me to text him my work schedule and then would call me on the work phone and wait in the parking lot for me to come out of work. Wanted to know how much was in each pay check.

One time I texted him my work schedule and he misread it and freaked out non-stop for 6 hours searching for me. He called my whole family and was about to alert the police. It was his own fault he misread what I had texted him.

I broke up with him in public because he would not believe it when I broke up with him in private. It was finally to the point where random people who were nearby were like... " Dude, you just got dumped."

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7. "I'm afraid I might hurt you"

I knew he was a sociopath because he pretty much told me. I had been dating this guy awhile and (I thought) things were going really well. I'll never forget the day because he took me to see Aladdin. We get back to my place and everything's normal. We're conversing and suddenly he gets this weird look in his eyes.

He says, 'I can't see you anymore. I'm afraid I might hurt you.' I'm thinking hurt, like cheat on me, you know - psychologically. I kind of laughed and told him not to worry I was a grownup and whatever happened we could try and work it out. His voice changed and he looked even worse and said, 'You don't understand. I've been having these dreams where I hurt you. I mean really hurt you.'

Then, he jumped off the couch and ran out the front door. Never saw him again. Never tried to call him cause it really shook me up. I guess I should be glad it stopped there. He just seemed so normal up to that point.

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6. Behind her eyes

My sister who I no longer have contact with has psychopathic tendencies. My worst moment was about five years ago.

She was showing me a new knife of hers, a giant blade with serrations down the back. I remember looking in her eyes and there was this cold, alien look to them. The hairs on the back of my neck rose and I had this idea she was going to stab me.

I realized my instincts were picking up on her thinking about stabbing me. She didn’t stab me, but I kept thinking about it and I truly think she was imagining what it would be like to stab me with her new knife.

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5. The long con

Was seeing a girl for a while I thought I really hit it off with, we were into the same stuff, etc. but something in my gut was telling me something was off, so I broke it off and tried to remain friendly with her.

Found out later from her roommate that she was playing a long con with me and was only pretending to be into everything I liked in an attempt to domesticate me. Also learned once I broke things off she got so angry she smashed a shot glass against their door, and when her roommate went to sweep it up said “No, leave it. Those are the shattered pieces of my heart.”

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4. What are... feelings?

I have a lot of stories about my sociopathic former roommate, but one of the most uncomfortable moments I had with him was when he stared me dead in the eyes and asked, “Bravadu, how can I express more realistic emotions?” And then he became slightly annoyed when my one answer was, “Have them in the first place.”

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3. The horror movie cousin

I have a male cousin who I strongly suspect is some kind of sociopath. When I was a child (I'm female by the way) I lived next door. He was in high school and I was in grade school.

His family had a pool and we would often go over and hang out, which I dreaded because this cousin would, when no one was looking, sneak up on me and either throw me into the water or get in with me if I were already in and hold me under until I was so out of breath I would actually breath in water and go limp and he would pull me up with me coughing and choking or I would claw desperately gasping for breath. He was laughing all the way. 

He did this all the time and his parents or one of mine, usually my grandmother, would either mildly admonish him if caught or he would do it when no one was around. For some reason I was afraid to tell the extent of his abuses. This all went down between the ages of me being 5-9 and he was 14-18.

He also picked me up and literally held me, feet first, over the railing of the Royal Gorge Bridge on a family vacation. I think I went into shock and I just recall becoming very still. For that he did get in trouble at least. He apologized because he was forced but his eyes were always kind of dead but with a sparkle if he were doing something egregious. Like a happy kind of twinkle.

He was extremely good-looking - like model material (but not to me b/c I saw what he was under the skin), the high school quarter back, adored by all, girls fought over him, he played football on a scholarship at a Division 1 school but suffered a knee injury that ended his career.

In high school and college he was always getting in trouble, frequent fights and DUI's, but he got bailed out every time and again, probably due to his athletic ability, it was swept under the rug. He also bragged he had his girlfriends do his school work.

He has been married three times and has stuck with his third wife who is a martyr type. Scary thing is he is now a high school football coach and has been for decades and was just promoted to assistant principal. Scary, because I think he has no business working with minors.

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2. A chilling portrait of an empty person who 'has it all'

I knew a sociopath very closely for about a year.

He was actually a 'good' sociopath in a sense. He was trying to be normal as best he understood it. But he did not really know how. He had lived an amazing life. Travelling everywhere and stuff. But it was like his next challenge was to simply get married and be a normal person. And have friends and stuff like that.

He had a lot of trouble with truth. When talking about things he would always twist things so they suited whatever story he was trying to tell. But even when it served no purpose he would still make things up. It was like he had no instinctive ability to simply state things as he saw them. He had to kind of concentrate and focus a little bit to even remember the truth, or at least to say the truth.

His communication was always about making sure you believed him or at least agreed with him. He never just said something. It was always, say something, and then check your reaction to it to make sure you believed it. All this was done quite subtly and unless you looked at the pattern you would not realize it.

He had very few long-term friends. But lots of short term friends. If you were hanging out with him he seemed very social. But if you chatted to them and asked them 'how long have you known him?' the answer was usually a week or a month or maybe six months. His long-term friends were all very weak minded.

He was decent looking. But he picked up women effortlessly. He would meet girls just walking down the street and sleep with them a few minutes later. He could go out to a bar and get laid that night every time. He told me he had slept with about 900 women (he's mid 30's) and based on what I saw of the rate he sleeps with women I believe him.

I'd often get to know the girls he was with so I knew what was happening. He would sleep with lots of girls but only dated higher quality women. And the girls he dated would often fall strongly in love with him. It was almost comical how often it happened. He dated attractive, intelligent, talented, capable women. Executives. Business owners. Women like that. Most followed the same story and fell for him really hard.

As I said he was trying to be a 'good' guy so he was not callous or cruel with them. But he did a lot of dating and a lot of casual hookups. He probably had 3 or 4 women practically in love with him at any one time. 

He was a very self-aware sociopath. Most sociopaths when they realize they are different (a lot never do) come to the conclusion they are a superior type of human being. Their lack of empathy makes them more capable in their eyes. This guy did not think like that. He was aware something was missing. Once or twice he made allusions to being empty inside. Like life was just a long boring video game and he was doing stuff to keep occupied until he died. I think he could sense other people were feeling things that he could not. And he was attempting to copy that by mimicking their behaviour but it was not working.

It made me realize that describing sociopaths as lacking empathy misses the point. Its not that they cannot feel empathy for other people. It's that they can hardly feel at all. They cannot feel empathy for another person's pain or loss. Or their sense of violation because they don't feel those things for themselves either. They only feel a very small set of emotions. The vast majority of human emotions are completely inaccessible to them.

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1. The second coming

My mother dated a crazy person after her divorce. We moved into an apartment and he moved in with us not long after.

He had long hair and blue eyes and a beard and was the spitting image of “White Jesus.” And he took it to heart after a few people told him about the resemblance.

He pulled me aside one day and told me that he had a secret and he wanted to tell me but I couldn’t tell anyone else because the government was looking for him. He confided in me that he was in fact Jesus Christ and the he escaped from a government facility after being captured in 1964. He said he escaped with the help of the Pope during his visit to the USA. The Pope's private security force broke him out and once he was free the Pope advised him to blend in with regular people. He said the Pope told him to not draw any attention to no miracles...and tell no one. But he trusted me with this information.

Jesus Christ was a roofer in case you were curious.

He constantly carried around his roofing hammer aaaand one day it went missing.

Jesus lost his mind.

He locked my mother, my girlfriend, and myself in our apartment until it was found. This lasted 3 days. I was 18 at the time and was much larger then him and would have had no problem physically removing Jesus from our apartment but my Mother insisted he was having a mental episode and if I hurt him or did anything it may mess him up even worse.

Turns out he left the hammer (which is really pretty much a hatchet) at a job site and a co-worker came over to return it.

I sat there like an idiot and watched this guy hand an axe to this lunatic and did nothing. Big mistake.

Our three day long lockdown turned into 5 days. The final 2 days was this illiterate nutcase attempting to read aloud from the Bible getting maybe 1 in 5 words right. 

Jesus would only let us eat bread and water. And the bread ran out quickly.

There was a lake outside our apartment and on the 5th day Jesus was looking through the blinds at the lake and called me over to him. He confided in me again.

He said, “You know I could walk right across that lake and right up Into heaven.”

I replied... "If you do that I’ll follow you anywhere... go for it man, I would love to see you do that.”

My plan was to get him out of the apartment and lock the door so my mom and girlfriend would be safe... and pray that I could run faster than him and make it to a pay phone to call 911.

He looked at me with his crazy eyes and said, “YOU TRYING TO GET ME CAUGHT?! I SAID NO MIRACLES!”

He raised up his roofing hammer and told me the only way I was following him anywhere was in the afterlife. It was at that point I thought... I’m going to die and then he is going to kill my mother and girlfriend.

I came to the sudden realization that I no longer cared if Jesus’s mental breakdown would be effected by me beating the crap out of him or not. That was no longer my problem. I swung as hard as I could and punched him right in the sternum. He still had the hatchet cocked over his shoulder (like someone throwing a football) so the blow caused him to lose his balance and fall over a dining room chair.

He crumpled in a heap and my mother, ever the cool head, screamed at me for hitting him. I had knocked the wind out of him and he was gasping for air. My mother assumed he was dying. I would learn later in adulthood my mother was not the brightest lightbulb.

My girlfriend booked out the door with me close behind after grabbing my mother’s arm and dragging her out of the door.

I called the police and they came and got him.

Last I heard he was in a hospital after he locked himself in a bedroom still saying he was Jesus. He was committed after he used a metal throwing dart to pick veins out of his arm.

Never did get to see him walk across that lake, though.

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Keeping Secrets

An old neighbor of mine has always been peculiar, but it never bothered me... not until I witnessed him going towards a concealed underground door in his backyard late at night. I became genuinely concerned about what might be hidden in that bunker. Driven by curiosity, I ventured down there the following night. What awaited me inside surpassed even my wildest imagination. He is mentally unstable.

Inside the bunker, I found a meticulously organized stockpile of food, water, medical supplies, and survival gear.