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.

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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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!

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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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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.”

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.”