rSlash - r/Bestof I Was Forced to Kill My Neighbor

Episode Date: February 26, 2025

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Our next reddit post comes from r slash legaladvice. A few weeks ago, a new neighbor moved in across the street. To my knowledge, it's this one guy who's about 40 to 50 years old. For the past few weeks since he moved in, he's been taking walks around the neighborhood and every once in a while when he passes my house, he stands and watches me. My living room has a window that can see into the front yard. When I go outside to investigate, he just says something to the tune of, admiring your shingle work or stargazing. He's used these excuses before. He never comes directly onto my property when he does this.

A few days ago I came home and when I went to pull the trash cans back from my street, my neighbor was sitting on his front porch with a rifle in his lap in plain view. I ask him if there's anything wrong and he just nods at me. I went back into my house and called the cops. Now the spot I called the police from was in my kitchen. The only way to look into my kitchen from a window is if you walked up to my living room window and peered to the left. After hanging up the phone, I turned towards the living room and saw my neighbor about 2 feet away from my window peering in with the rifle.

I run into my room and lock the door. After the police arrive, I tell them what happened and they told me that since he wasn't pointing a gun at me that it wasn't a threat. That the most they can do is trespass him but by the time they arrived, he left his house. Yesterday, I came home at around 10pm and found a dead fish in my mailbox. Without any evidence, how can I stop my neighbor from harassing me? Can I get a restraining order against him?

Then 8 days later, OP posted an update. Since then, I got cameras with night vision, motion detection alerts, window tint for my living room, and big thick curtains. I also got a few of those stickers for the area of my house that says, Ensured by Glock to deter any intruders. Now the first night I got my cameras, I checked them the morning after to see how they worked. I made sure that there are no blind spots and all of them are fixed with no movement at all.

When I checked the cameras the morning before, someone walked up to them wearing all black, including a mask, and pointed them downwards. When I left for work that morning, someone spray painted a knife on my mailbox. I filed a report with the postal inspector and called the cops. The police said that without any video evidence, there wasn't much I could do. That night, I woke up to a loud noise hitting my house every so often. I checked the cameras and couldn't see anything, so I went out and investigated and noticed small holes in my house. Looking around the ground, I see discharged rounds. I called the police again and confirmed that it was.22 caliber shots shot from far away. I have a concrete home,

so that would explain the lack of penetration. The police offered to have a car patrol the neighborhood and sit outside for three days and nothing happens. I asked them if I could get a protective order from my neighbor who has a history of being hostile and they said that since I had no direct evidence implicating him that I can't file it out of nowhere despite previous confrontations. I filed another report with a different officer and got the same spiel. I asked for them to take fingerprints of the bullets then, and they chuckled and put the

bullets in a bag and left. Three days ago, I heard shots again and checked the cameras and noticed they were facing my neighbor's house just where I put them, and I see a silhouette shooting from the middle of my street before stopping and running to the back of my neighbor's house just where I put them and I see a silhouette shooting from the middle of my street before stopping and running to the back of my neighbor's house. After that, I called the police in my room while watching the cameras. The police come and walk me through the same BS as last time, even after I showed them the cameras. They knocked on my neighbor's door and he claimed that he heard and saw nothing. After they left, I asked him if he was telling the truth, and he looked at me and smiled. It was very unnerving.

I don't know what to do at this point. Then three months later, OP posted an update. I made posts and legal advice asking for help and got reasonably good answers. Unfortunately, my neighbor pushed it too far and tried to break into my house in the middle of the night after a series of weird escalating behavior. As a result, I shot him multiple times. I was questioned and interviewed for over 7 hours and then released due to Florida's

Stand Your Ground loss. Turns out the neighbor was mentally ill and the family is currently trying to sue me for wrongful death. I should have just moved. Man, OP's straight up living inside of a horror movie. Some of the visuals on this story were actually super scary. Kinda makes you wonder, if he's mentally ill, why does he have a rifle? Our next reddit post comes from r slash relationship advice.

For most of my life, my sister Alice has been wanting kids, but has been unable to carry a baby to full term, in part due to endometriosis. She was in a lot of pain and had to have a hysterectomy. Alice and her husband, Ben, have fostered five children and have adopted two children with autism and are great parents. They have a good home environment

and are financially very well off. But recently, Ben, and after a while, Alice, was bitten by the urge to have a good home environment and are financially very well off. But recently, Ben and after a while Alice was bitten by the urge to have a kid biologically related to them because they wanted a chance to do things right and provide the best start in life. This is their views, not mine. So they asked me to be their traditional surrogate and said that they would cover all costs, legal, medical, etc. associated with it. They would also pay off my student debt, rent a two-bedroom apartment for three years, plus

give me a substantial amount of cash. I said sure, it'll be nine months of my life in exchange for being set up for quite some time, and my immediate family thinks it's a great idea. However, when I said sure, I was expecting something along the lines of a turkey baster type situation, where we go to the doctor to get Ben's sperm prepped, me getting shot, etc. Basically the whole artificial insemination package. Oh, OP, I have a feeling you're getting a package alright.

But Alice and Ben have asked me to, well, get pregnant the traditional way. Their rationale is that, one, it's the cheapest way. Two, they don't want to go to the hospital given the corona pandemic. And three, they think that babies conceived naturally are healthier and the pregnancy would be safer without the chemicals. But I just can't get over the extreme ick factor. And even if this was going to take place at home, I think a syringe would work just fine. Am I being loony for thinking of going back on

my word? Is their request reasonable? My immediate family doesn't see anything wrong with it and has been congratulating my sister on her impending baby. On the other hand, if I do give it up, am I also mad for passing up what is essentially $200,000, especially in this economy now? Then five days later, OP posted an update. All the comments on my previous post showed me that I am way too young, dumb, and ignorant with what I signed up for. I started researching actual lived experiences and I read so many horror stories that I've decided

to not go ahead with being involved in any way, shape or form with helping them have kids. In fact, I'm not even sure if I want to ever get pregnant after the stories about third and fourth degree tears, poop and miscarriages. I am clearly not in the right stage of life or maturity to even consider something of this magnitude. clearly not in the right stage of life or maturity to even consider something of this magnitude. The difficult part was mustering up the courage to call my sister and tell her my decision.

I really look up to my sister and I love her lots and our family and religion has always been about helping others where we can. When I called her to tell her, we had a short conversation at first where I basically said, sorry, I can't do it, but that doesn't mean that I love you any less. She seemed sad, but said that she was happy to respect my decision and I thought that was it. Then, just last night, my sister and brother-in-law called me back over Zoom. My sister was crying and begged me to reconsider as both of them really wanted biological kids. My brother-in-law told me that they were really disappointed in me

and hoped that I would find it within me to do this. When I told them my concerns, my brother-in-law just said pregnancy and motherhood is a beautiful and natural process and that I was made for this. I'm so glad I did this over video call instead of in person because I just hung up on them and faked having connection problems. I've been ignoring their texts so far, and frankly, I don't know what else to say.

Then four months later, OP posted an update. I am leaving for the airport in a few hours to move across the country, and I can't sleep. I plan to slowly phase out contact with my family and community, even though I love the people in there lots. Long story short, I went over to Alice and Ben's house to visit their kids in May. While there, they asked me in person to reconsider my decision.

Sometime jo- WOAH! Sometime during this, Ben started kissing and groping me and I let him. I know typing this out makes me seem dumb for going over and weak because I was. But I just froze and it was very difficult to say no in the moment especially with my sister crying and Ben having quite a presence in person. Trust me I replayed that scenario so many times in my head wishing I was stronger in that moment. Luckily that was the extent of it and I was stronger in that moment. Luckily, that was the extent of it and I was able to leave shortly after because I don't know what I would have done

otherwise. I also received, surprisingly, no support from my parents or my bishop regarding my earlier decision. I didn't tell anyone about this recent event. I don't think they knew what Alice and Ben were asking me exactly, and I didn't bring it up either. I was already sort of an outsider for not really conforming to the usual lifestyle of being married with kids, but this still shocked me. All these things combined made me reevaluate my life. Working from home and having this much time alone has also given me a lot of time to think

about things. I fell down the rabbit hole of reading stories of people who have left the church and I want that life for me. So I've spent the last three months making arrangements, transferring to another part of my company and today's the big day. I know it's not going to be easy. Pretending to be normal at the last Pioneer Day family gathering was the hardest thing I needed to do. But I did it for myself and for closure. But I'm going to get through this. I have never heard of Pioneer Day before, I just looked it up. For those who don't know, it is a Mormon holiday that celebrated July 24th, mostly in Utah. Then, one year later, OP posted an update. My one year anniversary of leaving the mess that was

my family behind is coming up. Dusting this old account off to keep a log that maybe I can look back on. It's a beautiful sunny day here. I'm just feeling really grateful for life and all the opportunities I've had. Here's to the first year without them. Geez, I came into this story expecting it to be just a typical gross encounter where the husband wants an excuse to sleep with the sister-in-law, but it turned out to be way, way worse than that.

I wish I knew what the sister was doing during that time. Was OP's sister just standing there watching her husband assault her sister? UGH! Our next Reddit post comes from r slash relationship advice. I'm a 23 year old man and my 32 year old female fiance and I are in the process of moving in together. I've been helping her move stuff from her apartment but have just found something peculiar in the midst of it. Moving through the stuff in her closet, I found out that she has a shrine dedicated

to me. It was a treasure chest of sorts and at first I thought nothing of it because it just contained pictures of us. But upon further inspection, I found out that she's been collecting personal belongings of mine. I found my underwear, my toothbrush, and an- oh Jesus- an actual used condom of mine. The other belongings didn't disturb me as much, but I think the condom takes the cake. I would like to talk about this with my fiance, but I have no idea how to bring it up.

Then four days later, OP posted an update. This morning, my fiance surprised me for Valentine's. She brought over a cookie cake and the icing read, Nice reaction, sucker! xoxo. She then started to laugh profusely and get red like a spawn of Satan before telling me the truth. Basically, the whole shrine and condom thing was a prank that she'd been planning ever since we've decided to move.

She even put a hidden camera phone charger in her room to get my reaction. I've just seen the footage and I look like a buffoon in headlights. I told her that I even posted on Reddit to get advice on the matter and she's been starting to laugh like a maniac again. She sounds like a hyena, I swear. Glad my fiance isn't crazy, but I hope our future kids don't have her sick sense of humor. Haha, the top comment from Nusted Butt. OP is being held against his will and the fiance has taken over their Reddit account until proven otherwise. Our next Reddit post comes from r slash Am I the Butthole.

I'm a 26 year old woman and I lost my mother to cancer when I was 8 and I've always had an absent father. I only found out who he was when I was 13 and even then he didn't want custody of me, forcing me to stay in the foster system when I was 13. And even then, he didn't want custody of me, forcing me to stay in the foster system until I was 18. Over my whole life, I've had about 5 conversations with him, give or take. He's like a stranger to me. He appears once in a blue moon to ask for money or something along those lines. It doesn't really bother me anymore. I've just learned to accept it now, but I don't like talking about it so to avoid that conversation with people, I've just learned to accept it now, but I don't like talking about it,

so to avoid that conversation with people, I usually just say that both of my parents are dead. This leads me to a year and a half ago when I had just started dating my boyfriend who's 25. And like usual, I had just told him my parents were dead, but the other day, my dad showed up at my door. I still don't know how he knows where I live. My dad asked for a hundred bucks, except my boyfriend was there and he obviously found out that my dad was not dead. This led to a long conversation with him that night where I explained the whole situation. He said this was a breach of trust between us since I lied about my dad and that he needed some space to rethink our relationship, but he doesn't think that he'll leave me.

I feel so awful and that I should have told him earlier, but I'm going to be honest. I just didn't think. Then one day later, OP posted an update. My boyfriend told me that all the sudden information along with the knowledge I hadn't told him the truth was very overwhelming and he just needed some space to not say the wrong thing. He also said that he got why I lied initially and he wasn't mad that I lied, more hurt that I felt like I couldn't tell him about it. He also mentioned that he couldn't be there for me if he didn't know what was going on. The conversation ended in tears and it's the most vulnerable I've been in front of someone. He was very understanding

and we've decided to draw a line in the sand and start again if that makes sense. I've also looked into therapy for my childhood trauma and all in all, I'm using this as an opportunity to better myself and heal fully. Oh my god, what is this? A mature adult conversation full of communication and understanding in a Reddit post? Jokes aside, I'm glad it worked out for you, OP. Sounds like you've had a decent relationship. Well, with your boyfriend, I mean. Not with your dad.

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