“They had buried the dead kid in the backyard with all of the dead animals.”
biercemountain
2.
My mother admitted to being a hardened criminal
Well.
Unsplash / Daniil Kuželev
I was like… what stuff?
I was 10….certain questions never really got answered.
rayned0wn
3.
She also liked to steal stuff, she stole our things multiple times.
I was really really mortified… and really sorry.
Poor kid screamed and cried but mom went on despite our pleas to let it go.
Unsplash / Daniil Kuželev
And she stole things to get attention.
I am still sorry until today.
vannamei
4.
The one little bro was really quiet and polite, the other was super loud and obnoxious.
The twin brothers were younger than us.
Taxidermykangaroo
5.
YourBoyFrodoge
6.
We were about 12 yrs old.
BFF stayed over at a mutual friends house.
She woke up to friends stepfather attempting to molest friend and friend saying just… no… not tonight.
The next day friend told her mom because molestation was going on awhile and escalating.
My BFF had to give a statement.
Asshole was promptly divorced and went to jail.
Total_Dick_Move
7.
She was saying this so casually, it was so weird.
Theres some weird stuff going on in that household.
Im-not-famous
8.
She told me we could live with her dad, and talked about how cool he was, etc.
So we go to meet up with her dad.
We get in his car and drive to some house that Tracey has apparently just been kicked out of.
I was getting really uncomfortable with the conversation, which he seems to be enjoying.
Hes stopped watching me in the mirror and is turned around to face the back seat.
Hes licking his lips and grinning this seedy grin, and hes asking me if Im a virgin.
We drive for a while and I realize were going out of town.
We eventually end up on a rural property surrounded by bush.
The house has seen far better days.
By this time its dark.
He offers us cask wine and he and his girlfriend disappear.
I havent eaten, and Im not at all comfortable, so I barely smoke anything.
Im nervous and dont feel safe.
Tracey gets off her face and we eventually fall asleep on the couch in the lounge room.
Pretty dodgy, but no harm, no foul, right?
Turns out though, Traceys dad isnt her dad.
I dont know if things would have gone differently if Id had the wine or smoked more pot.
ThriftShopKnickers
9.
She also said her friends twin brother would regularly sleep with them and be very touchy with his sister.
He killed himself in prison.
themotherofpuppies
10.
Seemed like he had the perfect life for an adopted child.
We were maybe 9 years old and his whole life fell apart in an instant.
I thought they hated me and thats why they moved because they didnt want to see me anymore.
It lead to divorce, losing the huge house, and going their separate ways.
We lived way too far away… Muzea
11.
The entire family disappeared out of the blue
A classmate of mines family vanished if that counts.
People were leaving in droves.
This meant there was a lot of cheap housing available but no work.
Locals called them Wild Dogs because they were dangerous, scavenged and moved in large packs.
My school was two thirds students that came from Wild Dog families.
Winter that year, my maternal aunt died in a car accident.
She lived 300 miles away.
My mother was distraught.
She left immediately to help my uncle.
No one was available.
He was getting desperate and mentioned it when he came to pick me up from school Friday afternoon.
A woman named Beth volunteered.
Beth had a daughter Annella in my class.
My father jumped at the offer, actually left me there and then.
I did not even have any clothes, he just handed our house keys over to Beth.
Beth was one of the Wild Dogs.
Annella always came to school dirty, with torn clothes.
I barely knew her.
I think my father presumed we were friends because we were in the same class.
In fact I did not even know where she lived.
After my father left, we got in the car.
I have a go at want contain the tears which are coming.
I tell myself that we could not be far from Annellas home.
I can hold off the crying till and then hide in her bathroom.
But when Beth drove away, the car went the wrong direction.
I saw a fleeting moment of confusion on Annellas face after she said that.
The paint was flaking, lichen growing on the wood, the roof rusted brick red.
The wrap round porch sagged violently on one side.
It was situated in at edge of an overgrowth field.
Beside the shack was dense forest.
There were at least a dozen cars around the house, some wrecks, one actually burnt out.
Twenty people at least, lounged on the porch smoking, chatting, drinking tea.
Smoke was coming out of the chimney.
I was shivering, underdressed for an evening in the mountains.
Inside the house was smoke stained but warm and filled with even more people than outside.
Every room had sleeping bags placed in on every inch of floor space.
I asked Annella if this was a party.
She looked surprised at the question.
The first night, people just kept arriving.
The noise and movement helped me forget my anxiety.
A man was playing guitar.
Most of the adults were drinking heavily, loud and occasionally, fighting.
A man passed out in front of me and then urinated on himself.
When it all died down, around 3am, Annella and I, went to bed.
When we woke around noon, people were still sleeping everywhere.
Beth made us bacon and eggs.
She said she would drive me to my home on Monday and get me some clean clothes.
After breakfast, she gave me some of Annellas things to wear.
They were too large on me and smelled.
Saturday night was a carbon copy of the night before.
Around midnight, I started to nod.
Beth put Annella and I to bed, together, in her bed.
Despite the racous gathering, we dropped off right away.
My next memory is of waking suddenly.
I do not know how long I was asleep.
The house was cold and dark and very quiet.
There was a flash of light.
Annella woke too; we were both confused.
Annella called out to Beth.
Despite the cold and dark, we decided to get up.
We just got our feet on the floor and BANG!!
It came outside the house, right on the wall at the head of the bed.
on the other wall.
We screamed, ran out into the hall.
We are both calling to Beth by then.
This time near the front door.
We ran from room to room.
The house was completely empty.
There were bottles of beer on the floor, just opened.
The fire had gone out.
We looked at a clock.
Annella and I started to bawl.
Dawn did not improve the situation.
The house was still empty.
Being pretty remote, there was not a phone.
I was very afraid at this juncture.
Annella wanted to stay put.
Maybe her mum would come back.
I had a really bad feeling and wanted to go to the neighbours.
Midday came and went.
We left for the neighbours.
Outside, there were a lot of tyre tracks .
The cars were all gone, except the burnt out wreck.
We ended up only having to walk about 800 yards before we met a farmer fixing his fence.
He drove us to a general storewhich was where the nearest phone was located and called the police.
The police came and asked us questions then went out to the house to investigate.
Between when we left and 5pm, when they arrived at the shack, the house was cleared.
Not even soot in the fireplace.
My parents flew back immediately.
I was so glad to see them, I cried.
It was a year before I was happy to be separated from them again.
What followed was the unveiling of a complex mystery.
It quickly became apparent that Beth was using a false name.
They could not find any record of Annellas birth.
No property with this name was located.
She did not know the names of any aunts or uncles, grandparents or even her father.
All the adults she knew were at that house that night.
Annella had not even known they were squatting.
No one in the area had even known that Wild Dogs were living in that house.
Members of other Wild Dog groups were interviewed.
The groups did not intersect much so rarely knew much about the others.
They found out nothing new.
The police asked Annella and I all kinds of questions but we could not add anything.
We slept through whatever happened.
This did nothing to stop the gossip.
The bizarre nature of the story lead to Annella and I being labelled liars.
Annella got away but the label stuck with me till I left to go to college.
Since I reached adulthood, I check in on the mystery every few years.
In the decades since, no trace of Beth or the partygoers have ever been ever found.
showerofpetals
12.
When my sister couldnt convince her friend that she needed to report this, my sister reported it herself.
Turns out the girl wasnt being sexually molested by her father.
She wasnt his daughter at all, she was actually hiswife.
Galaxy_Ranger_Bob
13.
My grandfather poisoned my grandmother with rat poison
Creepiest family Ive ever known is my own.
I dont have contact with anyone apart from my Mum now.
My maternal grandma used to put peoples shoes in bleach when they came over, to clean them.
Then send them home in wet, bleachy shoes.
Super religious, didnt allow you to eat, drink, etc until youd prayed loads.
Super messed with your head by acting nice when other people were around.
My maternal Grandad used to gargle TCP.
He also poisoned his wife (above) with rat poison.
Went to court and everything.
Police kicked down the door of the house to arrest him in front of the kids.
Refused to play cards with me (F) but played with my brother.
Theres probably more, but cant remember right now.
My family creeps me the hell out.
Howlingz
14.
The mother was about to begin collecting disability.
One of the daughters had Pica.
They had buried the dead kid in the backyard with all of the dead animals.
Apparently all of the kids had had impetigo when they were babies.
They all (even the teens) always had rashes around their mouthes.
Their car was basically covered in McDonalds bags and grease.
panicatthebookstore
15.
The whole family worshipped Hitler
They had a portrait of Hitler in a prominent location in their house.
This was the 1960s, and they were German immigrants.
Kids parents were both huge Hitler worshipers.
I was 6, and this is how I learned about Hitler.
2016TrumpMAGA
16.
She stabbed both of her children
Neighbors mom was legit crazy.
Stabbed both kids a couple times.
My parents got involved, children services got involved.
As thanks for that she dog-napped my doggo.
WartimeBlues
17.
I had a crush on a kid in our class and it was painfully obvious.
Kids were teasing me for it as kids do, sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G song and all.
BellaBlindeye
18.
One day my friend and i were invited to her house after school.
My friend and I looked at each other puzzled.. We didnt know anything about sex yet!
Years later, i saw Tami in a documentary about childhood sexual abuse.
I still wonder about her and feel guilty that I never told an adult about the water bed.'
fattymaxlouis
19.
They believed in the supernatural
They were damn sure they could see ghosts.
poison_ivy15
20.
At any rate we could hear him shrieking from where we sat at the table.
BrassyTableTop
21.
IclapWhenIfap
22.
My friends dad was a nudist and never wore clothes
Friends dad was a nudist, never wore clothes.
SEE-GAAA
23.
RosieJo
24.
Theyd check every few minutes to see to it he was kneeling.
He got in trouble for the usual dumb kid stuff, but also for accidents.
Once he dropped a glass pitcher.
Just slipped from his hands.
His mom told me to go home because it was time to kneel on rice.
DCsaguaro
25.
The neighbors made porn inside of their house
My son made this discovery, told me.
I stopped in to verify, because 7 year olds can misinterpret things.
Friends family (brand new next door neighbor) set up their master bedroom in the living room.
TV, Nintendo, etc.
All the kids were hanging out on the bed, playing games.
Weird, but whatever.
Then there was the creepy part.
Cameras were set up aiming at the bed.
This was in the mid 90s, and the cameras were giant 80s video recorders on tripods.
Nope, he nailed it by saying the family was making movies in the bed in the living room.
He didnt know the word porno yet.
RaqMountainMama
