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I’ve interacted with several convicted rapists/murders/pedos thanks to past jobs. One of the subjectively worst ones was also one of the most charming people I’ve ever met. He just had this way of making you feel comfortable and wanting to be open and friendly right off the bat.
But he had dead eyes. I don’t know how to explain it. He made eye contact and was super expressive. There was just this disconnect that showed a glimpse of what he was hiding underneath. All the charm and friendliness he presented and encouraged in people was just to hide a monster.
I have this somewhat repetitive dream about him once in awhile and still wake up scared.
I had guard duty at the Navy base in Orlando in 1983 during Christmas break. The guy I was guarding, who was awaiting trial, had knocked out a fellow student at Naval nuclear power school, then stole his car. When they caught him, he was three states away. He had blue tinted glasses and talked about the injustice of the world and how he was going to crown himself King.
my last ex. was a covert narcissist. very scary because they pretend nice so well and try to break you down little by little with no remorse, to bring you down to their shitass level. I’d been through it before so I cut it off quick, reflecting on it afterwards only did i realize what an insane bullet I dodged. A truly fucking evil person. It took a couple months to process and get back to relative stability. Shit was bananas.
When I was in middle school I was knocking on door to door passing out fliers and a dude came to the door w a gun and said “didn’t you see my fuxking sign, get off my property or ima shoot” 😰
I’ve only ever met one person that scared me, which is extremely weird given….things.
I was up waiting for my usual med appointment at the mebtal health office, there was a guy walking around the lobby in full hiking gear and a walking stick, (was shorts weather outside, but dude was dress like he was ready to walk through a national park), which still, not really that odd to see something like that there, and yes he was just babbling non stop about i cant really remember to the front desk, who just entertained it.
Anyway a guy and his kid (adult) comes in, and the kid had recently been arrested, and was talking about how they told him the meeting at the sheriff’s office was optional, and he didn’t think he had to go, while his dad was telling him he did in fact need to go to it. (Yes they say that, when my husband got arrested he had the same attitude. They sent him a letter basically saying “be at the next one or we will come get you”, so no, it’s not actually optional). Anyway hiking dude over hears this, decides for whatever reason he needed to be involved and shouts across the room to the guy’s dad something about “well he has a right to refuse to go to the sheriff’s office if he doesn’t want to”. But the next part, after he wasn’t actually answered, was he when he started talking about how “its okay, I know I’m the only real person on earth, all of you are just in my imagination”. I kinda hid in my shoulders hoping my psychiatrist would come get me for my appointment soon.
I was in a gang and I sold drugs for many years and I also have a few friends that have been convicted for taking someone else’s life (two different cases) so I’ve been around a lot of scary people, but none of them compare to an older cousin of mine.
Jimmy. A butcher I used to work with. Greek, lived in South Africa for 20 years. Killed 5 guys on various occasions who tried to rob his butchery there. Showed me a scar from one of the fights defending his store. Top bloke…really scary
Tony Hillerman. I met him at a party when I was fifteen and he literally cornered me until I looked him in the eye and spoke with him. I was terrified of him, and I have trouble making eye contact so it went on uncomfortably long.
A guy used to know. I grew up on a rough estate. Violence, drugs, all that stuff. The local pub had a reputation for being a rough house and there were some dangerous guys that frequented it. Guys who had done violence, and were quick to do so.
The guy I knew, I had never heard raise his voice, or make threats. He was unnaturally quiet. But incredibly distant. And he had the darkest, blackest eyes. When I chatted with him, he was polite and respectful but there was never a moment when it didn’t feel like I was being watched by something ice cold and without remorse.
Occasionally he would come into the pub, and even if it was a packed Saturday night, the atmosphere would change. The other tried and tested lunatics would see him and lower their volume.
I’ve lived a bit and I’ve met all sorts. But I’ve never met someone who made me want to be extra polite and careful more than he did.
When I was little I lived in a house a few blocks away from a park. Next to the park was a soccer field. The soccer field was always being maintained by a very scary looking man. He looked to be in his 70s, very tall, very skinny, walked in a hunchback, had a lot of wrinkles. The scariest thing were his eyes. He had these huge dark brown eyes that would widen every time he looked at you. He scared me not only because of his physique but also because of the way he acted every time I was around. Every time I would go to the park he would just stop and stare at me. One day I saw him at the park talking to another man and after I walked past them I turned around only to see the man staring at me, a grin on his face, his friend asking him if he was listening. Another day I was playing by the fence that divided the park and the soccer field and I saw him approach the fence with his gardening tools, dropped them when he saw me, and just stood there. Once again, staring at me. He did this so much that I began having nightmares about him. I couldn’t help but feel like he wanted to do something bad to me.
Had a neighbor in Virginia that was always friendly. He would help anyone on the block doing stuff. Fixing cars, helping landscape, etc.. For some reason he always seemed a little off to me. Seen him one day smacking something on his driveway. Turned out to be a cat. Said it was rabid. Never really believed it. Reported what happened. Nothing ever came of it. About 2 months later his girlfriend came up missing. He seemed quite upset. Other people in the neighborhood expressed sympathy. He would hold his face in his hands and carry on. But once I caught what I thought was a grin on his face when he turned away. Gave me the creeps considering what I witnessed with the cat. He is the only guy who ever put me on edge. She was found in a shallow grave somewhere near Virginia Beach a few weeks later. Multiple broken bones and her skull crushed in. He was the primary suspect. Was later arrested for her murder. He was grinning when arrested. Dead eyes, shit eating grin. Moved away before the trial.
I was working in a newsagent in a busy shopping centre. This guy came in to put money on his Gocard ( a prepaid card for trains and buses ect). Anyway, he had the darkest soulless eyes I’ve ever seen, ankle monitor, carrying a shovel, with half his face tattooed with teeth and jaw outline, his head was shaved and one side of his head was tattooed that said “kill all rats”. He was extremely well spoken. He looked me dead in the eyes once and kept his eyes to the ground the entire transaction after.
That’s a good question. You mean in real life, right?
A lot of people say the scariest ones aren’t movie villains or random strangers, but like, that one boss who smiled way too much while firing people, or someone’s grandma who could silence a whole room with just a look.
My now deceased neighbor, 81 year old guard of the Boiardo family of Newark. Wicked smarts, almost psychic, most intimidating demeanor. Wanted me to be his #2 and ‘meet some people’. His story was damn near identical to Henry Hill – he started doing deliveries and washing mobsters cars, he eventually took an oath and was in for life. I once asked him “You’re 81 with health issues…” He cut me off like he knew where I was going with it. “It doesn’t matter. If they call, I go.” He told me stories that blew my mind – the 80s was lots of coke and more money than he deserved. They robbed everyone and partied hard. RIP Joseph Massimino
An outlaw biker. I didn’t know why he was
In my shared apartment. He was mean. Something to do with weed. 30 minutes later he had a .45 against my forehead. We were getting robbed. He held us a gunpoint and called his biker buddies. They stripped the apartment clean. The brand new Kenwood Stereo, the Sony TV, even the silverware. …everything not bolted to the floor. I was 18.
E: I quit being around druggies and drugs ever since.
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In prison
I’ve interacted with several convicted rapists/murders/pedos thanks to past jobs. One of the subjectively worst ones was also one of the most charming people I’ve ever met. He just had this way of making you feel comfortable and wanting to be open and friendly right off the bat.
But he had dead eyes. I don’t know how to explain it. He made eye contact and was super expressive. There was just this disconnect that showed a glimpse of what he was hiding underneath. All the charm and friendliness he presented and encouraged in people was just to hide a monster.
I have this somewhat repetitive dream about him once in awhile and still wake up scared.
my wife lmao
Myself
All of the guys in my family when I was growing up
I had guard duty at the Navy base in Orlando in 1983 during Christmas break. The guy I was guarding, who was awaiting trial, had knocked out a fellow student at Naval nuclear power school, then stole his car. When they caught him, he was three states away. He had blue tinted glasses and talked about the injustice of the world and how he was going to crown himself King.
Jeffrey dahmer he still alive
My Mother.
My brother’s ex wife. If you heard what a psychopath she turned out to be…you’d think I was making it up.
Me when I’m angry.
A gang leader from my city
my last ex. was a covert narcissist. very scary because they pretend nice so well and try to break you down little by little with no remorse, to bring you down to their shitass level. I’d been through it before so I cut it off quick, reflecting on it afterwards only did i realize what an insane bullet I dodged. A truly fucking evil person. It took a couple months to process and get back to relative stability. Shit was bananas.
My father
My dad drunk was not the same dad
When I was in middle school I was knocking on door to door passing out fliers and a dude came to the door w a gun and said “didn’t you see my fuxking sign, get off my property or ima shoot” 😰
Some crazy ex-con gang banger
Senior terrorist insurgents in Iraq. Dudes who killed Americans and led terror networks. Mahdi militia leaders. Senior Wahabbi Clerics.
Ex mother in law after the breakup
I’ve only ever met one person that scared me, which is extremely weird given….things.
I was up waiting for my usual med appointment at the mebtal health office, there was a guy walking around the lobby in full hiking gear and a walking stick, (was shorts weather outside, but dude was dress like he was ready to walk through a national park), which still, not really that odd to see something like that there, and yes he was just babbling non stop about i cant really remember to the front desk, who just entertained it.
Anyway a guy and his kid (adult) comes in, and the kid had recently been arrested, and was talking about how they told him the meeting at the sheriff’s office was optional, and he didn’t think he had to go, while his dad was telling him he did in fact need to go to it. (Yes they say that, when my husband got arrested he had the same attitude. They sent him a letter basically saying “be at the next one or we will come get you”, so no, it’s not actually optional). Anyway hiking dude over hears this, decides for whatever reason he needed to be involved and shouts across the room to the guy’s dad something about “well he has a right to refuse to go to the sheriff’s office if he doesn’t want to”. But the next part, after he wasn’t actually answered, was he when he started talking about how “its okay, I know I’m the only real person on earth, all of you are just in my imagination”. I kinda hid in my shoulders hoping my psychiatrist would come get me for my appointment soon.
O’Brian
I was in a gang and I sold drugs for many years and I also have a few friends that have been convicted for taking someone else’s life (two different cases) so I’ve been around a lot of scary people, but none of them compare to an older cousin of mine.
Myself , when i am in love lol
Op
Old men , all of them traumatised me sm , they scare the living absolute shit out of me
Jimmy. A butcher I used to work with. Greek, lived in South Africa for 20 years. Killed 5 guys on various occasions who tried to rob his butchery there. Showed me a scar from one of the fights defending his store. Top bloke…really scary
The brother of a friend.
He never did anything unusual but he scared me to the point that I wouldn’t allow myself to be alone with him, or ever have my back to him.
Tony Hillerman. I met him at a party when I was fifteen and he literally cornered me until I looked him in the eye and spoke with him. I was terrified of him, and I have trouble making eye contact so it went on uncomfortably long.
Also he’s a straight up asshole in general.
A male child who put another younger child in a headlock with intent to injury, maim, or kill. Had to use my full adult strength to pull apart.
The child was in elementary school. When asked why? They answered just having fun.
Child had shark eyes. He was not there.
Barry Bonds
A guy used to know. I grew up on a rough estate. Violence, drugs, all that stuff. The local pub had a reputation for being a rough house and there were some dangerous guys that frequented it. Guys who had done violence, and were quick to do so.
The guy I knew, I had never heard raise his voice, or make threats. He was unnaturally quiet. But incredibly distant. And he had the darkest, blackest eyes. When I chatted with him, he was polite and respectful but there was never a moment when it didn’t feel like I was being watched by something ice cold and without remorse.
Occasionally he would come into the pub, and even if it was a packed Saturday night, the atmosphere would change. The other tried and tested lunatics would see him and lower their volume.
I’ve lived a bit and I’ve met all sorts. But I’ve never met someone who made me want to be extra polite and careful more than he did.
Chilling.
When I was little I lived in a house a few blocks away from a park. Next to the park was a soccer field. The soccer field was always being maintained by a very scary looking man. He looked to be in his 70s, very tall, very skinny, walked in a hunchback, had a lot of wrinkles. The scariest thing were his eyes. He had these huge dark brown eyes that would widen every time he looked at you. He scared me not only because of his physique but also because of the way he acted every time I was around. Every time I would go to the park he would just stop and stare at me. One day I saw him at the park talking to another man and after I walked past them I turned around only to see the man staring at me, a grin on his face, his friend asking him if he was listening. Another day I was playing by the fence that divided the park and the soccer field and I saw him approach the fence with his gardening tools, dropped them when he saw me, and just stood there. Once again, staring at me. He did this so much that I began having nightmares about him. I couldn’t help but feel like he wanted to do something bad to me.
My History teacher when I was in High school
Had a neighbor in Virginia that was always friendly. He would help anyone on the block doing stuff. Fixing cars, helping landscape, etc.. For some reason he always seemed a little off to me. Seen him one day smacking something on his driveway. Turned out to be a cat. Said it was rabid. Never really believed it. Reported what happened. Nothing ever came of it. About 2 months later his girlfriend came up missing. He seemed quite upset. Other people in the neighborhood expressed sympathy. He would hold his face in his hands and carry on. But once I caught what I thought was a grin on his face when he turned away. Gave me the creeps considering what I witnessed with the cat. He is the only guy who ever put me on edge. She was found in a shallow grave somewhere near Virginia Beach a few weeks later. Multiple broken bones and her skull crushed in. He was the primary suspect. Was later arrested for her murder. He was grinning when arrested. Dead eyes, shit eating grin. Moved away before the trial.
I was working in a newsagent in a busy shopping centre. This guy came in to put money on his Gocard ( a prepaid card for trains and buses ect). Anyway, he had the darkest soulless eyes I’ve ever seen, ankle monitor, carrying a shovel, with half his face tattooed with teeth and jaw outline, his head was shaved and one side of his head was tattooed that said “kill all rats”. He was extremely well spoken. He looked me dead in the eyes once and kept his eyes to the ground the entire transaction after.
That’s a good question. You mean in real life, right?
A lot of people say the scariest ones aren’t movie villains or random strangers, but like, that one boss who smiled way too much while firing people, or someone’s grandma who could silence a whole room with just a look.
Gary Ridgeway, The Green River Killer. Although at the time nobody knew it was him so none of our interactions were scary, just slightly odd.
My now deceased neighbor, 81 year old guard of the Boiardo family of Newark. Wicked smarts, almost psychic, most intimidating demeanor. Wanted me to be his #2 and ‘meet some people’. His story was damn near identical to Henry Hill – he started doing deliveries and washing mobsters cars, he eventually took an oath and was in for life. I once asked him “You’re 81 with health issues…” He cut me off like he knew where I was going with it. “It doesn’t matter. If they call, I go.” He told me stories that blew my mind – the 80s was lots of coke and more money than he deserved. They robbed everyone and partied hard. RIP Joseph Massimino
An outlaw biker. I didn’t know why he was
In my shared apartment. He was mean. Something to do with weed. 30 minutes later he had a .45 against my forehead. We were getting robbed. He held us a gunpoint and called his biker buddies. They stripped the apartment clean. The brand new Kenwood Stereo, the Sony TV, even the silverware. …everything not bolted to the floor. I was 18.
E: I quit being around druggies and drugs ever since.
my boyfriend’s father. he’s a violent drunk