Reddit Collection (Fresh-Short #9) by DeYtH Banger (e book reader pdf .txt) 📖

us. My mother was scared for my life as well as her own. Every day we were terrified. One day we timed how long it took Kieran to start complaining about shit after he got home, it took him 17 seconds by the way. Eventually we left, and my Granny Beth ARGUED with the legal help about if we really needed to move or not. The man told her that Kieran was eventually going to kill us and that nobody would ever find our bodies.

 

Fast forward, we move back to where my grandmother Beth lives, the general area. We think that we are free from trauma and abuse. We were mistaken.

 

Eventually I found out that Granny Beth had kept us in that shit situation with Kieran. She spoon fed him lies to make him violent towards us. She made him do things. She supported him. She was angry when we got out and she was going to express it. Beth is a terrifying manipulator and I sadly found out the hard way. My aunt and uncle. My uncle would already come and randomly scream at us when we were living with Kieran, would spit at my mother and accuse her of things that aren't true. My aunt is a fucking parrot for my Granny Beth, she will repeat any conversation she has with my mom back to Beth. Beth will of course reward my uncle for being her white knight by paying for stainless steel appliances, a new car, two new tractors. Ect.

 

We moved in, I was now 12. I had a bad feeling in my gut. I went downstairs and opened the basement door to see my Aunt messing with the heating stuff. She started being really sheepish when I asked what she was doing and brushed it off. Eventually she left the basement. I didn't think to snoop around with what she was doing, as I didn't know much about heating and stuff. So I ignored it. My uncle ended up calling me a little bitch so my mom kicked him out of the house along with Beth (she was there because my Uncle was putting a new door in our house and she of course has to supervise) and that was that. A few days later my mom starts acting strange. She things she's going crazy. I assure her nothing is wrong, and time goes by. One night we were preparing dinner and mom says she smelled something weird, and somehow immediately picked out that it was a gas leak.

 

We evacuated the house and called someone to help us. The man was very polite. He entered the basement and his CO2 detector was going nuts. We came to find out that someone had blown out the pilot light. The memory of my aunt acting sheepish in the basement came to mind, and I felt sick. I still feel sick knowing that my own grandmother almost killed us and made it look like an accident. Getting my own family to do her sick bidding for treats and rewards.

 

My uncle sometimes finds my mothers social media accounts and sends her harassing texts, he'd drive by our house. Grandma beth would drive by our house as well. We eventually had to change our locks because she'd given the family keys to our fucking house and we had found evidence that she had people coming in while we were gone!! She called my mother, as well as me, whores. Even though I was only 14. And she's lied to us about the entire family. She has done so many other disgusting things, and sometimes I still think I'm a crazy person and the real bad guy.

 

I'm a 19 year old guy now, I've moved away. But I will never forget what a fucking weirdo my grandmother was. I'm so glad to be out of the prison that she made life into. It was a terrifying experience for me so I think think this subreddit might find it creepy too.

 

So, to my Fiendish Granny and Kieran. I hope to god we never meet again.

The longest train ride of my life

 by alligatoralle

 

 

I am a Canadian student (female, early 20s) studying in the UK, and am currently traveling home to see my family. I typically fly out of Manchester as it is simpler to get to from northern UK where I am living, but I found a cheap flight that leaves early tomorrow (or today, I guess) morning that I couldn't pass up. The problem is, it takes quite a few hours to get to the airport from where I live, so I ended up having to take the train from downtown London to Gatwick airport from 2-3am.

I waited mostly alone for an hour for my train to arrive, but about 20 minutes beforehand, a guy comes in and sits on a bench about 20 feet from me. I immediately got a bad vibe, but figured there's security cameras and he was far enough away so I just forgot about it. The train arrived at 2am and the journey takes just over an hour. As it pulled up, I had this urge to walk away from this man and sit in a different compartment with more people, but when I turned to walk away, he gestured to help with my bags, and I ended up getting into the compartment that pulled in front of us.

There was only this man and one other in the compartment with me - neither one with luggage, which struck me as odd on a train headed to the airport. One of the men was sitting a few rows in front of me and one a few rows behind. I felt very uneasy, but felt slightly trapped so I decided to keep an eye on the man in front of me by watching his reflection in the window. He kept muttering things to himself, looking at me and smirking, and had multiple short phone conversations in a hushed voice. The man behind me was doing similar things. After a few stops, another man got on, which calmed my nerves, but seemed to annoy the man in front of me. He then moved seats to a row closer to me and now within his eye line where he pretended to read a book while staring at me intermittently over it. He was close enough now that in his next phone conversation I could make out the phrase "yeah, not now".

There was one stop left before the airport, and the third man got up to get ready to exit. I can't explain the feeling of fear I felt thinking I'd be alone in this compartment with these two men as I fumbled with my keys to get them between my fingers in the horrible case that I'd have to fight them off. The man in front of me got up again and moved behind me a row away from where the other man was sitting and I heard a faint "yeah lets go for it". At this point, I saw my opportunity and I guess my body decided on flight rather than fight as I picked up all my bags and hauled ass past the man about to get off and into the next compartment. Thankfully, there were a few people there and I was able to relax.

When we arrived at the airport I tried to stay with the group getting off as I knew the other two men would be exiting as well, but in my confusion finding the way to the terminal, the man from in front caught up to me. I veered off over by some station employees and dawdled there while I waited for him to leave. He kept looking over at me as he paced around a bit before leaving. I watched him go up the escalator, staring at me as he ascended.

I waited a minute and figured he'd given up, so I stepped onto the escalator. As soon as I reached the top I saw the man standing there staring at me, so I quickly shouted to another employee, asking them if they would show me the way to the terminal. Thankfully, it was close by and I was soon in the safety of the airport.

Obviously there is no way to know if I was just being paranoid, but I sincerely believe that there is something built into our genetics that lets us know when we are in danger. I am not typically a paranoid person and wasn't originally nervous about traveling in London alone, nor was I scared or uneasy around any of the other men I encountered tonight. But something about these guys told me to get the fuck out of there fast, and I'd rather have overreacted than ended up in a dangerous situation.

The down town mad man

 by  IndependantTeaParty

 

 

A few years back when i was in my mid teens i was the rebellious type (or so i thought i was) i worn a lot of black clothing and tight jeans long hair the whole i hate my parents outfit. But above everything i loved music , i have been a musician for 8 years now and i attribute this cringe worthy time in my life to sparking that love. Well with this love came the love of seeing live shows , i would go to concerts whenever i could with whoever would go with me.

 

It was an october night when i went into the city of Philadelphia , with my friend who we will call Sarah. We arrived around 5 pm when the street was still active and many people walked up and down the streets moving from one way to another. This being a safe time for two 15 year old kids to be alone in a possibly dangerous city. We arrived at the show , went and had a great time nothing really important to note just pure fun.

 

After the final note had been played it was around 11 pm , we left the venue and entered the now darker , colder city streets. To give some perspective we had seen a show at the Barbary , which if anyone knows this place would know it is not in the best part of town. Instead of being smart and heading with the crowd towards the train station home. Me a Skinny 15 year old boy and Sarah a even smaller 15 year old girl decided it would be a good idea to go