rSlash - r/Askreddit What's Your "This Person is a Psychopath" Moment?

Episode Date: August 21, 2024

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Your teen requested a ride, but this time not from you. It's through their Uber Teen account. It's an Uber account that allows your teen to request a ride under your supervision with live trip tracking and highly rated drivers. Add your teen to your Uber account today. Welcome to r slash ask Reddit, where people answer the question, Reddit, what was your, oh man, this person is a psychopath moment when meeting people. This story comes from Chris Cow, I was friends with a couple. The wife made up an affair with me to hurt the husband's feelings.

The husband showed up at my condo with a gun and was detained by the security guards and later the police. I had no idea about any of it until later when the condo security contacted me. Our next reply is from Azel Dotto the Past. She came late to our date, immediately ordered a drink and a burger, and she told me that she was late because of a family thing. Before the burger arrived, she mentioned that she'd have to cut our date short because she was having a family dinner. I was like, okay, all good. Then she told me that the craziest thing just happened, where her sister met a dude on Tinder date short because she was having a family dinner. I was like, okay, all good.

Then she told me that the craziest thing just happened, where her sister met a dude on Tinder and they ended up going to a family barbecue and it ended with them getting married. Before her burger even arrived, she said, wouldn't it be funny to pull a prank like that on my family? Like you and me went to my family barbecue and let everyone assume that we're really hitting it off, and they totally think that we're gonna get married. I'll admit, I'm also the psychopath in this story, because I went to the barbecue. They had good mashed potatoes. She spent all night introducing me as her future fiancé, and I had to take a Tinder break after that.

Our next answer is from ExcitingNotice. I'm a 20 year old woman and I was dating this dude who's 23 for a few months and we were getting on really well. Then we both ended up having to move for our jobs at around the same time. He wants to try long distance, so we do. We call most days and watch movies together in our off time. The time zones messed it up a little bit, but it wasn't too bad. Out of the blue one day, he just says that he doesn't want to be together.

I'm like, wow, okay, a little blindsided, but sure. So I start just going about normal life again and hanging out with friends, the normal post-relationship stuff. After about a month, he begs, like absolutely begs to get back together. He does movie type stuff, sending flowers to me at work, sending handwritten cards almost daily across thousands of miles, and even bought me a ticket to fly out to see him. So I'm like, okay, whatever, I'll go and see what he has to say. Worst case scenario, I just fly home. So I get a ticket for two days after because I just figured I could

hit out if he was being a dick. He picks me up from the airport and is basically how he used to be, just telling me he missed me and he regretted it as soon as it happened and it was the biggest mistake of his life, the usual. So we stay with his family because he's like, oh please don't get a hotel, I already feel bad enough about the whole month, just stay with us. And I just thought, hey, free room I guess. Everything's completely fine for the first few days and then I get this alert on my phone. It's a hurricane warning saying they're pushing my flight for four days later. I'm like, aw man, I need to get back to work, I only took like three days off.

When he gets back to the house from work, I tell him about it and he's like, oh, I know, we already started boarding up the windows. I was a little freaked out, but not too much because I guess that's normal for big hurricanes. So the next morning, he shakes me and wakes me up and tells me to come to the living room. I was like, okay. When I do, it's him, his two brothers, his sister, his mom, and his dad. Some people have only met in this one instance and he has a binder with him. They sit me down and each of them reads a passage from the binder of why we shouldn't be together and why I need to move on, and he breaks up with me in his parents' house in front of his siblings in the middle of a hurricane

power outage. Then, because of the hurricane, I was stuck there for four more days with these freaks. Probably not the most psychopath person I've met, but this story is still just so strange to me I had to post it. Beneath this comment, people are speculating what the hell is going on here. And the prevailing theory seems to be that the boyfriend's family tried to convince the boyfriend to break up with him, and as part of their argument, they compiled this binder.

And then this guy decides that I guess the easiest way to break up with her is to present all the evidence instead of just being a man and doing it himself. And I guess that's what happened. I don't know, pretty weird either way. Our next reply is from Cheetah Nervous. I was chatting away with a guy in a pub. Seemed like a normal nice dude. Got on really well.

At some point in the conversation, he casually mentions that he's not long out of jail for torturing a guy. He never used the word torture, he just described what he did to the guy, which, yeah, was torture. He slipped it into the conversation so casually as if he was telling me about running to the shop for a pint of milk. I never saw it coming. Another day I asked around that pub and other people confirmed that he was for real. Then, LoFoMo adds, I had something similar happen when I was in college. The guy I was chatting with seemed

fairly genuine and also just casually brought up that he had gotten out of prison for second-degree murder. Hold on, what's second-degree? Is that? I think planning is first-degree so second degree is... It is murder with malicious intent but not premeditated. Okay, so like a fit of rage, I guess. Afterwards, he asked me what I was going to school for and I honestly answered criminal justice. It was a fair exchange of being honest with one another that he said if I were a cop, which I'm not and never planned to be, he would respect our encounter just based off of treating each other like humans.

We continued our conversation and I asked him what helped him during his time and he answered religion and studying. He ended up being a foreman for a construction company and assimilating well in my opinion. OP, you should do better than giving that friend a stern talking to. I would have cut them both out of my life. Our next reply is from Cool Toast. It was an Uber driver. My wife and I took an Uber down to the bars one weekend.

Once he picked us up, I could easily tell that he was on something. While we were crossing a bridge on the interstate, about halfway to our destination, he says, Isn't it crazy that I could swerve off the road and kill us all right now? I told him to get off on the next exit and cancel the ride. I also reported him to Uber, so hopefully nobody has to get in a car with that lunatic again. Our next reply is from Actuallyahorse. At a party once, I met a friend of a friend who worked as a nurse at a local hospital.

She was the type of person who would sigh heavily and then use the unique stresses of her job to bring herself the attention that she was looking for. She took the spotlight, and with pleasure, and started talking about how hard her job was. When I asked if there were things that she liked about her job, she beamed and explained that she worked primarily in maternity. However, her anecdotes had nothing to do with mothers or infants. She mostly spoke about how wonderful it was to be in charge of these women's lives. She explained how fragile they were in those moments, and how even after delivery, she was the only one on the floor for hours who would be able to forecast if there was going

to be a life changing complication. She absolutely glowed as she explained how these people's lives were in her hands. The conversation stared in other directions amongst partygoers, but she reclaimed it on the topic of high school experiences. She shared an anecdote of how she was rejected for an advanced choir position and blamed it solely on the poor judgment of the instructor. Years later, she got to sing at that instructor's funeral. I'll never forget the pride she took in having control over other people's lives.

It struck me as the most basic display of evil. Beneath that, we have this reply from This Is My Happy Face. That seems to be somewhat common in the nursing field. I dated a nurse that helped physically and mentally disabled children. She turned out to be a nightmare! After sharing a long list of experiences that I'd had with her to a therapist, they deemed her a narcissistic sociopath. I probably should have bailed when she told me a story, while laughing, about catching her ex-husband in bed with another woman and her first instinct was to grab a metal baseball bat and start beating him and the other woman with it. I also found out later that she has

a repeated history of assaulting her partners and then calling the cop to say that she was the one assaulted and giving herself marks before the cops came and then doing everything in her power to take ownership over any of their belongings that she had access to. I could go on for days about the unhinged stuff that she's done. Our next reply is from Attic Wisdom. After moving to a new city a few years ago, my best friend came to visit. We're both 30-something dudes. We were out at a bar when a guy asked to sit with us because there weren't any free tables

outside. Fine. Being polite, we start talking to the guy. He told us that he was a truck driver just stopping overnight in town, and at some point mentioned that he was ex-military. From there, things began to get strange. But slowly, like the proverbial frog in water being brought to a boil. Not only was he in the military, but he had a brother who was in the CIA, embedded in Russia.

My friend and I gradually got the sense that this guy was a little too interested in us. We eventually closed our tabs and decided to go to a different bar, but the guy stuck with us, telling us increasingly tall tales about his time in the military. He eventually confessed that there was no brother, that he was the spy who had been embedded in Russia. What struck me was how, even though his stories got more and more ridiculous, his demeanor was deadly serious, if a bit overwrought. And the intensity was starting to make my skin crawl. Not only that, but he started to pick fights with other people at the bar, deliberately being belligerent. Over time, he started to radiate this menacing air that hadn't been apparent when we first started talking to him. He didn't get angry directly at us,

but it was like he was demonstrating how scary he could be, and suggesting that we stay on his good side. Finally, he took me aside and slipped into a not very convincing Russian accent. Alas, he was never a spy for the United States. He was actually a double agent, a one-man Russian sleeper cell, but he couldn't bear lying to me. He just had to come clean. Even though we had opened tabs at the bar, my friend and I waited until had opened tabs at the bar, my friend

and I waited until the guy went to the bathroom, abandoned our credit cards, and dipped, post-haste. Our next reply is from Pasada the Pottyd. I was walking my dog on a leash down a main road. Some lady was walking her dog off leash. Her dog stopped in the road, causing cars to stop. She had no control of her dog. Her dog lunged for my dog. I asked her to put her dog on a lead. She said that she would stomp on my dog's head and let her dog kill mine. I knew that it wasn't even worth arguing with crazy, so I just carried on with my walk. She then set her house on fire two weeks later with her kids inside. Luckily, they were okay.

But yeah, madness. Then OP adds an edit. So yeah, she's currently in prison. She was actually released for the arson, but then arrested for further crimes. Her children were aged 4-7. Also, the dog is okay. Man, this one sounds like legit mental illness in the vein of schizophrenia or some kind of break from reality because

this one escalated crazy fast. Our next reply is from Smoking the Herb. This story makes me angry. So one time, a friend came over and brought a new friend with them. He seemed like a nice guy. He was quiet and kept to himself. I was a young single woman and far too trusting a people at the time, I think. So my friend mentions that this guy had just recently got out of prison. I ask him what he went away for. He then proceeds to tell me that he and his friends, geez, had followed a young girl into a local park and R-worded her using various sharp objects they found on the ground. They each got extremely long sentences. His happened to be 12 years.

What made everything worse was that he ends the story with the fact that she killed herself because she couldn't live with what they did to her. Needless to say, he was never allowed around my home again, and I had a very stern talk with my so-called friend who invited him. Our next reply is from Shimmersonora. At a party in high school or just after it, we were doing late-night juvenile things like Truth or Dare. I knew most of the people there pretty well, except for the new boyfriend of my friend's sister.

I'm not entirely certain how it came up, but he admitted to the entire group that he had sex-a-s-a-s-a-d a dog. We were drunk and high, but everyone sobered up with that. We were all too young to know what to do with that information, so we all just shut up and quickly left the party. My friend's sister broke up with him not long after. I can't imagine doing something that awful to a helpless animal, but admitting it to a group of strangers seemed downright sociopathic.

I was glad to never see his face again. Our next reply is from ClassroomComedian. I've been a public school teacher for a decade. I've only ever been scared of one student. First of all, this was in my first few years of teaching. This student was a myth in my school. I taught at an alternative school for students that had been expelled from every other school, but overall my students were chill.

They weren't good students, but if you met them at their level, they were usually fine. The exception was JT. JT was a sophomore when I met him, but at that point I didn't teach him, but boy did I hear about him. Somehow his mom was able to game the paperwork and education system enough that this kid was unpunishable. Everything was technically covered under a litany of 504 plans and IEP paperwork. So much so that this kid literally pushed an 8 month pregnant teacher down and he was

back in school 2 weeks later. He could literally punch a kid in the mouth and be back 2 days later and because of this, he was just a massive problem. The first terrifying discovery for me was that his mom was very vocal about not wanting him home because she was scared of him. She had a good reason to be. As a small child, JT tried to murder his family by lighting their house on fire. Specifically, trying to murder his brother by duct taping him to his bed while he slept.

His brother survived but had horrific burns. But somehow, that didn't stop him from supporting his almost murderous brother. JT was ruthless, but he was only about 5'4 and his Freddy Krueger-like brother was about 6' tall and much physically stronger. I finally had the pleasure of teaching JT in his senior year. He had approximately 10 credits, all gym based, and was nowhere near graduation. The first thing I noticed was that this was the only kid I've ever met who just had nothing going on behind his eyes. He was shark-like. He never smiled or laughed unless someone got hurt. Cruel for cruelty's sake. One day, JT wasn't at school, which frankly was odd.

He had a great drug business going on at school and he only had to avoid one cop. The next day we found out why he wasn't there. JT murdered a kid. He shot him in the face over 12 bucks and a little bit of weed. His lawyer tried to get his sentence lowered by arguing that it was technically his first defense since everything else happened when he was a kid. Instead, he got 25 to life. Our first reply is from Unlikely Coyote. A kid I went to primary school with invited me to his house after school one day. Not many people talked to him because it was a private school

and he was only a student there because his dad was a groundskeeper. I didn't want to go, but I didn't want to be a dick like everyone else, so I said yes, but said that I couldn't stay long. We went behind his house and there were several bare spots in the grass. For some of them, a single stick stuck up out of the middle while others had a thin plastic tube poking out. He was very excited as he started digging up one of the spots that had a hose poking out of it. He pulled up a jar with a… Jesus, with a dead baby bird in it. The hose was poked through a hole in the lid to let air in. He went on to tell me that he likes burying things alive.

Yo what the f***. Sometimes he seals the jar tight,, he gives it an air hose. And he even puts a little food and water in it to keep them alive longer. He said, yo, what? He said you can't bury them too deep or you can't hear them trying to escape. Occasionally, yo, this is really bad. Occasionally, he would pour water down the tubes to drown the animal. I was 8 to 10 years old at the time.

I'm 52 now and it still makes me sick to think about that. That was r slash ask reddit and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new reddit podcast episodes every single day.