Snook - Unsettling Reddit Users

Episode Date: May 2, 2025

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Reddits got its fair share of weirdness, deep dives, hot takes, and the occasional cursed post. But every so often you come across a user who feels wrong. Not just someone posting dark stuff for attention, but a trail of comments, threads and stories that slowly start to feel more real than you'd like. This isn't just another creepy story compilation. These are some unsettling Reddit users. Before we jump in, please like and subscribe to the channel. channel, every sub and like helps more than you know. All right, let's get into it. Small being

197. All right, so the first post we have today feels like it belongs in a horror movie, not because it's gory or violent or anything like that, but because it messes with your head. Here's what she posted. I found out my partner has been putting slugs in my food. I don't know how to forgive him. I, 22 female, have been with my partner 24 male for four years now. I have never known him to do anything like this, but I noticed he started acting a little strange around a month, maybe a month and a half ago. He started putting fruit on the floor in the garden, and I thought it was a bit weird, but he said he was feeding the mice family that have nested in our shed, so I thought

it was sweet and helped him do so. Anyways, he started being really nice to me around two weeks ago and was making me food, baking me cakes and stuff, which he never usually cooks even so. I was so happy he found a hobby. I did notice sometimes I felt sick and dizzy after eating, and I just put it down to a lack of sleep or hormones. Anyways, a friend of my partners came into my work today. I work in a cafe, and said he needed to speak to me when I was free. I was free as there wasn't any customers at the time. He told me that my partner has been collecting slugs from the garden on fruits he has been putting out there and putting them in my food, blending them up. He even sent this friend of his pictures of a bag of slugs he had collected in the picture of blended slugs.

I feel really sick to my stomach. I don't understand why he would do this. This is so out of character for him. I asked him why he was doing it and he accused me of snooping through his messages, which I would never do. and he got so angry at me for not being able to take a joke. I feel disgusting. I love him to pieces, but I just don't understand his way of thinking just now. Am I overreacting?

I don't know what to do. I feel lost. Yeah, this dude wasn't just playing a prank. He was running full-blown experiments on someone he claimed to love. Like she thought she was just getting home-cooked meals. Turns out she was the experiment. And then, yeah, she came back with an update, and it has gotten so much worse than anyone expected.

When she first posted, people weren't sure if it was some kind of twisted joke or there was something seriously wrong with him, but after a trip to urgent care, things started coming out, stuff no one was ready for, because apparently the slugs were just the beginning. Update, edit, I'm receiving messages telling me to kill myself. don't do that, as I am highly sensitive just now. I went to urgent care last night slash early hours of morning and waited and was finally seen around 6 a.m.ish. I had some tests, and I have a high level of metal dehyde in my blood. I was kept in for monitoring, and I have some ulcers in my stomach. I was aware of this anyways as I was hospitalized about two

months ago for a burst ulcer. Originally thought it was stressed, but they now said it could be because of the poisoning. I could have an infection of some kind as my temperature is high, but they haven't found anything that could be causing that yet. They have checked my heart, and it is fine. I'm due to have heart surgery this year, though, but they're delaying it due to the ulcers and infections, and the fact I kept getting sick, which is okay. I have an appointment to see my cardiologist on the 20th of April. I contacted the police and wrote a statement and was asked some questions. Anyone who knows me in real life, please don't post mine or my partner's name as the police said it would destroy the investigation. Not the exact words they used, but I'm sure I was in the days. My ex-refused

to say anything to the police or to me. However, he did say he would speak to his friend and only him. He then spoke to me. I was not alone. I was with a friend and his friend too. He confessed to doing random experiments on me slash tests, starting a few months after he moved in together. It started with spitting on my toast, and then the week later he replaced my prop ranol-a-l beta-blockers with salt, emptied capsules. I want to add he was my medication holder as I have a history of suicide attempts, so he handled my meds and gave them to me, and that's when he thought it would be funny. He also admitted to these things, swapping my Linda McCartney vegetarian sausages with real meat. I have IBS and struggle to digest meat, so I became a vegetarian. He also replaced my corn nuggets with his real ones.

One of my pet giant African land snails went missing in summer, and I assumed it escaped since I left the lid open on their box, but he said it had died, so he scraped it out and put it in my curry. I vaguely remember the day he did this as he laughed whenever I went to eat the curry, and I got really paranoid, so I put it in the kitchen and stormed off. He then brought it upstairs and told me to taste, and I did, and I realized he added loads of zealie, and he said he was just laughing because he put chili powder in it and too much came out. Now I think he must have put the chili in it to cover the fact he put my snail in there.

He also said he robbed my toothbrush on the toilet, but then washed it as he thought that was too far. I feel like this was all a dream. It just seems too dramatic to feel real. I am unsure what is happening on the legal front. He says he didn't know why he did this, and that he does love me truly, and that he felt compelled to do it, which I understand as I suffer from OCD and get compulsion slash impulsions and that he really loves taking care of me and he feels it's his purpose

and he didn't mean to cause serious harm. He promises he never did any of this to our animals. I think he could just be stressed as I have mental health issues that could have caused something in him to break from too much stress. I am really sad and sorry for those who I cause. concern. At this point, it is clear that the user had it broken up with the guy who had done

these terrible things to her. However, later she posted another update, and this time she came with proof. Just found a jar with four slugs in it under the sink. My partner must have forgot about. I think they are dead so they can be old ones, I feel. Physically sick. In the worst part, she didn't just say it happened. She showed it. With the post came a photo. a bag full of huge, dead slugs. Just sitting there. Cold, slimy, lifeless. The kind of image that makes your stomach turn,

even if you're just scrolling past it, and knowing she had been eating that, that those things were blended up and served to her like it was some romantic gesture, that's not just disturbing. That's straight up nightmare fuel. People in the comments completely lost it. No one could wrap their heads around how someone could do something so cruel to the person they claimed to love.

So yeah, it was obvious. Everyone wanted justice. On top of all that, the slugs that you saw are called yellow garden slugs. They carry a number of parasites that caused meningitis and a ton of other issues. You're not even supposed to touch them with your bare hands and she was eating them. Blended. Hidden. For weeks.

O.P. please update us. Tell us you dumped him and went to a doctor. I have left him. At the doctors now, it's very busy though, so haven't been seen yet. This was real unhinged behavior. Nothing about it was rational. Every detail was more disturbing than the last. And because of how unpredictable he was, everyone started getting seriously worried. If he could do this, what else was he capable of? One very concerned user dropped a comment that said, He promised he never did this to any of your animals, but your dog recently had lungworm, and he admitted to making you eat your pet snail.

He replaced your heart medication with salt and tampered with your food, knowing that you have IBS. There is nothing funny about that. He has endangered your health and those of your pets. Stress doesn't make anyone do this. He is not safe for you or your pets. These are not the actions of someone who loves taking care of you. They are cruelty. Please stop blaming yourself. I understand your struggles with both mental and physical health and the need for someone to love and care for you, but if you value your life and those of the

animals you adopted, he can never be trusted again. Everyone agreed. This wasn't something you could just walk away from. Something had to be done. She needed justice, but more than that, she needed to be safe. Because none of it made sense. Why would someone go this far? What was the reason behind all of it? And that's when, somewhere deep in the thread, O.P. left this one chilling comment. Hi, he was diagnosed with ASPD, antisocial personality disorder yesterday, and admitted everything to me and how I was his way of looking normal to the outside world.

He manipulated me by giving me everything I wanted as a BPD sufferer, love, affection, compliments. He began testing me emotionally at first with cheating. to see how I'd react, but I forgave him and then began with food and stuff to see how long until I got sick. I'm still baffled. The person I knew, I never really knew at all. He is a psychopath, and he gives ASPD sufferers a bad name. He knew I was vulnerable due to my mental and physical illnesses. He became my carer, but was torturing me at the same time, and I was unaware of any of this. He rescued me from an abusive situation, and then put me in a situation. me into a new one. That's how he works. This was the moment of closure. He had confessed,

finally admitted to every twisted, filthy thing he'd done. There wasn't any official update on legal action, but for a lot of people, just hearing her say it out loud was closure enough. But healing, that's a whole different thing, because the next post she made, it caught everyone off guard. It was clear. She wasn't over the trauma, not even close. I'm struggling to eat slash fear of food slash no appetite. I recently left a weird relationship where my partner was contaminated my food, etc. Anyways, ever since I have struggled to eat, I moved into a ground floor flat, and sometimes I will find slugs around the house. I'm terrified of them. I keep throwing food away because I don't know what the slugs have gone on. I'm scared of getting sick. I can't cope or

breathe right now. I have tried everything to stop slugs getting in, copper tape, salt, non-toxic pellets, but they still somehow find their way into my flat. I feel like nature's tormenting me. Any advice, please? I've tried speaking to my doctor, but they won't really listen. And the doctor I see said it was a good thing as I was overweight anyways. I was just discharged from the mental health team I was currently on. So after this, for a while, there weren't really any updates from her. People were worried sick. Some even thought she didn't survive the sickness, but she did. She came back with one final update. I'm alive. Hello everyone. Sorry for those who I didn't get to message back. My messages have been so full. I'm alive, but have been sick

with coronavirus. Thank you to those who reached out to me. You all made me feel a little less alone. Hope everyone as well. The last post on her account was made two months ago, and since the incident was five years ago, she's been doing a lot better. Healing takes time, but she definitely got there. Bonkey underscore Dong. This story's about two childhood friends, gamers, nerds, basically inseparable. They grew up just a few blocks apart, spent every summer together, but fast forward 25 years. And one of them had turned into someone unrecognizable. The OP made a very long and detailed post about this. narrating how a hangout turned into something straight up disturbing. I've known this guy mine's higher life.

Well, call him Mr. D. Mr. D is a high school teacher and head of his department. We've known each other since preschool. We grew up a couple blocks from each other. Every summer growing up, we spent the entire summer walking to each other's houses, having sleepovers, and spending long days playing Zelda, Halo, and other games we loved. He was kind of a weird nerd, but as was I.

And that's why we got along so well. I've always loved him and considered him a brother. After we graduated high school, we went on two separate paths. I got into drugs and partying, and he went to a private Christian college. He worked hard his entire life towards becoming a teacher. By the time we were young adults and I was getting out of my worst on my party phase, he was very professional and put together. He got married to a woman he met in college and got a good career job.

everything seemed like it was going well for him. His wife seemed like a very normal, well-off, professional woman. At first, it felt like just another falling out. Two old friends grown apart. Maybe it was just some drama, or maybe a hated argument. Nothing crazy, right? Yeah, that's not what happened. Because what comes next, it's dark.

Way darker than anyone expected. Something strange happened a few months after he got married. His wife asked if they could have an open. open marriage. This caused a lot of stress and turmoil in their relationship. His mental state started deteriorating and they argued back and forth about this for a few years. It was never brought up once before the wedding and she strangely had a man already picked out she wanted to hook up with. Last year, his mental health started rapidly declining. He finally agreed to an open marriage. At the same time, he got on SSRIs and he became out as bisexual. I was happy for him. Finally, he could

express who he was and be okay with himself. I never would have guessed, after knowing this guy's intimate life details for so many years, but I guess you never know, I thought. Shit has become strange and worse since then, significantly worse. He cut off his parents from the time he came out until last spring, claiming they were too conservative and Christian. I talked to his parents regularly. Shit, I told them at his wedding they were like second parents to me. This was very traumatic for them. He's their only child, and he had no real reason to cut them off. Shit has just become worse as time has went on. He told me that him and his wife are black magic slash witchcraft practitioners,

which I always just rolled my eyes at and thought was a little crazy. This guy who was always a stand-up professional dude started acting super degenerate, having multiple relationships with men and women that never lasted longer than a couple weeks, and telling everyone he knows explicit details about his sex life, When asked to turn it down out of the straight-up perverted disgusting things he was saying, he started getting into people's faces, mine saying this is who he is, this is his identity, and ranting about how people have been oppressed for years. This past August, he told me and a friend that his wife believes that pedalia is a sexual orientation,

and it's just as valid as being gay or straight, and that it's harmless. I was shocked, disgusted, and blown away. This guy's a high school teacher, influencing children, and he said this very nonchalantly, casually. Halloween was the peak. The day before Halloween, he came over. It was just supposed to be a few friends, gaming, some N64 and smoking a couple blunts. My friend Mr. D came over before everyone else, bright rainbow flag-colored bag and glitter-sparkled nails. Do you like my bag, he said?

I nodded and agreed. I'm truly not against homosexuality, but this irked me. This is not the same guy I grew up with at all, but whatever. He's being himself, I guess. Good for him. Before everybody came over, he asked if I planned on drinking. I declined. He asked me to run to the liquor store with him.

I said Sherrin came with. He came back with a litter of honeyjack. Oh boy, tonight was going to get wild. Over the course of the night, several extremely disturbing things were said. At first, there were comments to a friend. Hey, Mr. L, meet me in the bathroom. I got to tell you about my DMT trip. Okay, why do you have to meet in the bathroom?

Mr. L never went. We're still confused about this. The more liquor that was drank, the worst it got. No one touched a drop except Mr. D. I call him Mr. D for Mr. Degenerate. First, he made a comment about my sister. My sister is barely legal, and Mr. D has known her since she was born.

Your sister takes it up to ask for Jesus. What? I said. Shocked and disgusted. Yeah, that's what all the good Christian girls do. My student told me. I talked to them about anal. I was beyond freaked out, but I decided not to be angry. I had to spend the next 12 or so hours with this guy. It was like 8.30. I'd be angry later. It just kept getting weirder and weirder. At one point, he told us his wife is a bestiality fetishist. When I said this was wrong, he said, I'm no stranger to the peanut butter myself. Who knows what that means? I guess we can assume he isn't going down to the farm. To top the night off, he started talking about his sexual desires for a male student, how he was going to turn him gay. When I told him this was really bad, he said, he's going to be 18 soon.

We'll wait until the graduation to hook up. The district can't do anything about it then. How he failed to see the power play between a student and a teacher, regardless of gender orientation is beyond me. This seriously creep me the hell out. He spent the rest of the night trying to get several friends to let him suck their cuss. All guys who we've known for like 10 or 15 years that have always identified as straight or asexual. He crashed by 1230.

Usually on Halloween we stay up watching movies. I'm happy that did not happen. I remember as I was closing up my house for the night, there was a Friday of the 13th opening screen on my TV for Ness on his retropy. I find this pretty symbolic of the death of our friendship. I woke up at 7 a.m. to hear this guy mad at my apartment. I started coughing loudly and shuffling my blankets so he'd stop. I think he did, but I fell asleep after.

Shortly after he left, we got in an argument about COVID, which I believed I had for a few days but did not, and still went out when I thought I had it. I didn't truly think I had it. We did not talk for a week. I tried contacting him apologizing. He basically called me a cold, old-hearted drug addict with no future and a bunch of other stuff. I told him I was worried about him

since Halloween and he's lucky I don't call his parents and have him institutionalized. He blocked me pretty shortly after this. I honestly never plan on talking to him again. I've known and loved this guy my entire life, but I just can't anymore. It's honestly a relief. Op he walked away when he did because let's be real, that guy wasn't just going through a rough patch, he was spiraling. And being around someone like that, it's a ticking time bomb. But this wasn't the end of the story, not even close because the OP still had more to get off his chest. Something else just happened. He had a friend named Mr. A. They were very close, but stopped talking about a year ago. When all this stuff started to happen, Mr. D always said that it was because Mr. A was an asshole with no real explanation

of events. Something about Mr. D being drunk and talking Mr. A's arm and putting around a girl I decided to contact Mr. A and ask the real story. He informed me Mr. D had sexually traumatized his female friend so bad, she still hasn't fully come to terms with what happened. And shortly after, before she told anybody, Mr. D was seen at a gathering telling a group that he was going to get Mr. A so drunk he could not remember getting by Mr. D or say no.

Mr. A is a non-binary. I'm not sure if he classifies as straight, homosexual, or something else. but the important part is he had already told Mr. D on a handful of occasions that they would not be sleeping together. So, Mr. D, let's never, ever meet, not even in passing. I've known and loved you my entire life, but after all this, I've been massively cleaning my house, finding all kinds of random shit you've given me over the years and either tossing, burning, or selling it. By the way you were talking, I'm sure you'll be in prison or dead soon, so I wish you a good farewell. It was nice knowing you, but our friendship slash brotherhood and time together is up.

You traded it a normal, professional life for degeneracy, beat-hast, borderline pedd lifestyle. And if you ever talk about my sister like that again, I'll beat your ass. No lies. I've been doing nothing but praying. I haven't prayed since middle school and racing to delete every trace of you. from my life since this incident. Fujitajikin. Sometimes you come across, I read a comment that just sticks with you.

It's not loud. It's not dramatic, but it just feels off. The one we are going to be talking about now was just a random comment, but the second you read it, you could tell something was wrong. And if you know anything about factories in Thailand, than, you know, exactly how bad it could get. Hundreds of factories across Southeast Asia exploit workers and keep them trapped.

They work long hours with little to no pay. Most of the time, their passports are confiscated and they are kept locked. It's modern day slavery. According to a 2022 report by the UN's International Labor Organization, over 50 million people globally are victims of forced labor. Many of them are hidden behind the walls of factories, Thailand is one of the hotspots for this crime, especially for migrant workers who are easily silenced and easily replaced.

It all started when a user clicked on a random promoted post and spotted a strange, desperate-sounding comment. He didn't just scroll past, and it's good that he didn't. Because what he found next was a very real cry for help. The post he wrote read, Found a cry for help on Reddit from Thai factory worker. I clicked on a niche promoted post on my Reddit feed and saw this comment by Reddit user Fuji Tajikin. I googled Fujita Geekin and is a seemingly low profile factory in Thailand. Thai factories have a notorious history of essentially holding their workers hostage as slaves in disgusting conditions.

I think there's a good chance this is real and that there are a number of people who need real and immediate help. I have no internet at home right now and don't have the means to find out who to contact to have this investigated. If anyone who has the ability to find relevant sources could look into this and point appropriate parties in the right direction. They will have my utmost gratitude. I know there's a possibility it might be a sick prank, but the name is awfully specific and I imagine near impossible to coax from Google. I'm going to have trouble sleeping tonight. All of this happened around eight years ago, but the actual comment that made people worry was simple but chilling. I faced too serious problem of human rights at

Fuji-Takin, Thailand. Please help me. And it wasn't just that. If we head over to his account, we can see that he didn't just post one comment. There were around 40 comments that he posted, saying the same thing. I faced too serious problem of human rights at Fujitajikan, Thailand. Please help me. Now the question is, why would someone post the same comment over 40 times in different subreddits? People did think he might have been trolling, but keep in mind, this happened eight years ago. At that time, Thailand was in the middle of a major political crisis, and everything seemed to be falling apart. So we can't say for sure what the real story was. The user's case eventually faded into the Reddit abyss, but some of his 40 posts still linger.

serving as a grim reminder that the world can be a really dark place. R.W. Bing Ham. This next post comes from a username R.W. Bingham, who shared a chilling story about one of the most infamous serial killers in history. Ted Bundy. Bundy was the definition of a wolf in sheep's clothing. Smart, charming, and seemingly harmless. He lured his victims in with a false sense of security. Over the course of the 1970s, he killed at least 30 women across multiple states.

His method was terrifyingly simple. He would approach his victims in public, often pretending to be injured or in need of help, and then abduct him. Once in his control, Bundy would rape and kill his victims, sometimes revisiting their bodies for hours or days. His crimes were horrified, but it was his ability to blend in and, manipulate others that made him even more dangerous. After being arrested in 1975, Bundy managed to escape twice and continue his killing spree until his final capture in 1978. He was executed in 1989.

Around 10 years ago, a thread was posted in R-slash Ask Reddit. Serious, what is the creepiest bone-chilling story you know that claims to be true? Under the post, a person with the username, Alisa T.G. replied by saying, this post from R.W. Bingham. Here's what it said. It was near Halloween time when my friend and I were telling ghost stories. My friend said she was going to tell a story about her parents' first date. She said she didn't like telling the story since it was actually true, but we prodded her on. To cut to the chase, the parents had spent a nice, if awkward, first date. And around the time that they would have said, good night. The male in the situation, my

friend's dad suggested that they go for a midnight hike up Provo Canyon. He apparently knew the place since he had done a fair amount of rock climbing in the area, so the two drive up to the mouth of the canyon, got out of their cars and started hiking under the light of the stars since it was a new moon. At some point, the mail starts getting a bad feeling. Since the pathway ahead, which would pass under some trees, would be dark and because it was getting to be quite late, He ignores the feeling and presses on. In later rehearsings of the story, the female would say that she had felt the same feeling at what was probably the same time, though she didn't know the trail like he did.

A minute later, the feeling came back to the male. He ignored it again and started walking a bit of the way into the trees when his foot hit something soft in the middle of the path. Under the trees, it was too dark to see just what this soft thing was, and the feeling came back stronger than ever. Instead of finding out what his foot had bumped into, he and the female both agreed to hide till it out of there. Years later, after being married for some time, they were watching an interview with the serial killer, Ted Bundy. In response to a question asking him to describe the time that he felt the closest to getting caught, he explained about the night that he lured a girl into Provo Canyon and had just killed her when he heard some people coming up the trail.

He explained how he hid in the trees just in time, only to watch her. some guy walk right into the body, and for some reason, just turn around and walk away. Well, yeah, I'd say that they got really lucky that day, because if there's one thing I've learned from serial killer documentaries, it's that these guys don't leave proof, or witnesses, ever. Arc Angel Throwaway Now, this last post might be the most disturbing one we've covered so far. It's dark, it's heavy, and yeah.

Yeah, you might want to grab a tissue or a plushy, whichever helps, because this is one of those posts where you just know the OP went through something truly heartbreaking. On July 21st, 2021, a username Arkangel throwaway made a post saying, Today I fucked up by getting empty nose syndrome after a simple, terminate reduction and now am in a position of requiring medically assisted suicide. Please make my life story matter by upvoting and spreading turbinate organ awareness. Now, for those of you who don't know, an empty nose is a condition that is rare but brutal. Basically, your nose feels blocked even when it's not, and it messes with your ability to breathe, normally, sleep, or even function properly. Now, the OP says the condition has gotten so unbearable, they're considering medically assisted suicide. The post read.

So this happened seven months ago, and it's a long story that just might save yours or someone's life who struggles with allergies. I'm here to share my story as an ENS sufferer and pray this will go viral in order to prevent others from dying in this excruciating painful way from a simple terminate procedure. So I'm young, but unfortunately, my well-established and talented surgeon accidentally removed my inferior turbinates and cut off the heads. The most important part out of all terminates. When I tell you this condition feels horrific and a torture, unlike any other, I am not joking. I had no anxiety or depression prior to the surgery. I was in the prime of my life in my early 30s and happy and wanted to fix a bump on my nose because I thought, hmm, why not?

I have a lot of money and time off from work, so it seems like something I could get away with. I actually spoke to my surgeon prior to the procedure, did my research to find an excellent doctor, and said not to touch my terminates under any condition because I had a fear after hearing about ENS. I actually chose a renowned doctor who literally said he wouldn't touch them. Two weeks after the procedure, I lost all air sensation and have been essentially dying ever since. It feels nothing comparable to his stuff he knows. It actually feels as though I'm being waterboarded 24-7. I have constant pressure now, which I call invisible choking hands around my neck because my brain doesn't sense air passing around my nose and is trying to send messages to my neck slash jaw muscles to force

my mouth open to breathe. Imagine feeling like you're drowning perpetually without dying. The panic attacks are horrific and don't stop and you cannot sleep. I didn't even know he touched them until I had my local E&T look up my nose to see what was wrong and let me just tell you. He looked at me with such sadness as he said that I unfortunately had my terminates severely reduced and have empty nose syndrome. I visited two more for multiple opinions who confirmed it, and because of that, I am now looking into assisted euthanasia procedures to end my life in spite of being in my early 30s. You have the power in your hands right now to prevent this suffering, and I urge you to please heed my warning. The worst part, Empty Nose Syndrome isn't just physical. In many cases,

the symptoms are psychological. Your brain thinks you can't breathe, even when everything looks fine on scans. That constant feeling of suffocation can drive people to extreme anxiety, depression, and some cases, hopelessness. At this point, the O.P.'s case was a lost cause. She didn't really have a way out, but what's honestly commendable is that instead of just drowning in sorrow, she chose to speak up. She made it her mission to spread awareness about this nightmare of a condition, and how sometimes even a simple medical procedure can go horribly wrong. Do not touch your turbinates at any cost. They are full-fledged organs, stay away from surgery, and even recreational drugs such as cocaine that can damage these nasal organs.

Now I know what you're thinking. Well, your doctor took way too much off, it sounds like, and mine would never do that. If you actually know anything about these organs, you will realize just how easily my complication could happen to you. The inferior terminate heads are tiny. These are the ones doctors go after first in spite of the fact that they're the most important part of you terminates for sensing air. A 10% reduction of them isn't enough to help do anything. Doctors know that they have to remove more,

but they also have to take into account the nasal cycle in your natural swelling that day from allergy slash stress slash hormones. They stick a burning tool into cobbling them, damaging important nerves, or use scissors to trim them and hope when everything heals at just the right amount was removed to help. Remember, this tiny organ is tiny, and they do this by hand. Can you imagine a doctor cutting someone's eyes by hand for LASIC? They use machines that have measurements down to the millimeter for that. The terminates have a nasal cycle where one side enlarges and the other shrinks every one and a half hours. They can swell up to 10 times their size at any given time due to allergies.

Do you think your doctor is so expertly lucky that they will clock your terminates at exactly the right time over three hours for both sides in the right point of your nasal cycle to reduce just enough? so you have good breathing but don't get ENS. They literally eyeball it and do this in less than 10 minutes. You really want to take that risk? And consider the fact that the only decent science on it shows it's only 41% effective long term. 41%.

That's a chance you want to take? Do not let a doctor break them, cut them, or stick a burning rod inside of them. Their organs, whose function is to sense air, humidify air, and clean air. What you need, if you cannot pass air after trying shots for allergies and a healthy diet is widening rhinoplasty. They will widen the bones of your nasal bridge and the cartilages without even touching the

turbinates. The recovery will be harder but worth it because you will have spared your organs. Logic dictates that you don't cut organs to fit inside a bony space. Logic dictates that you widen the bony space to fit the organs and get it in writing that they will not touch your terminates in any capacity. Otherwise assume they will, even if they say they won't. it was heartbreaking. She had done all the research, dug through every bit of info she could find, yet she still wasn't sure if she even wanted to keep going.

But even then, she wasn't done. She had more to say about this terrifying condition, about how something that looks like a routine, harmless procedure from the outside could quietly destroy your life from the inside. I thought I could trust the doctor. I picked a great one with a great reputation, and he even acknowledged that it was bad to touch them.

them. And now I have no inferior terminates, which are the most important ones. And the last thing I want to stress is that ENS is not rare. In my support group, family members who do not have ENS join crying about how multiple family members ended their lives after this procedure. We've had members join who have heard doctors crying after one-third of the patients developed it long term, and they no longer will offer the procedure. E&S has very little data showing the true percentage of patients getting it from surgery, every doctor, mine included, will say it is rare, and they have never had a patient with it, even though I called my doctor saying I can't sense air and am dying. I've had my nose checked by multiple specialists who

confirmed that I, in fact, have no terminates, and it is not reversible. Please take my story into account and save your life. The cure would be fresh new terminates formed from stem cells and attached onto the patient, but no one is working on that at this time so far as we know, and I wish someone would. It's too late for me, but it isn't too late for you or someone you love. I am literally begging you. God bless you all, and I'm truly hoping this goes to the top to save people from the worst suffering and torture I could possibly imagine. I have nothing to gain from this. Now, this story was truly disturbing. Imagine walking into a routine medical procedure, trusting the process, and then realizing your doctor messed up, leaving you with a condition that

might just take your life. Doubt shatter anyone's world in an instant, making everything you thought was solid, crumble beneath your feet. The O.P.'s post was actually removed once, but ear surfaced later. And when it came back, the O.P. made an edit saying, edit two. I will absolutely share my story with any credible news organizations who message me to raise awareness for a cure. The dream for people in my position is to have a research team create new turbinate organs from stem cells and attach them onto the body. Everyone who read this post was not just worried about her, but also enraged. What was she going through? Was pure nightmare fuel? In the worst part, there was nothing she could do about it. It was a horrifying situation,

one that no one should have to face. A very furious Redditor with the username, furiously listening, made a comment under her thread saying, I'm rather curious, are you suing the doctor? I would hope the answer is hell yes. She replied. My family will be suing upon my behalf since I don't have the strength to, as I will not live long enough for a trial, which can take years. Luckily, I have pre-imposed CAT scans as well as medical confirmation from multiple physicians to make sure they can get justice on my behalf. I'll be honest, though. The real justice for me is if this story goes viral and people share the awareness because then people will be spared the suffering and I won't have died in pain.

Another form of justice would be for researchers to start researching how to use stem cells to create turbanant organs to transplant onto victims. Edit, copying and pasting this comment below I made since a lot of people kept asking what I have tried and why not give implants like Alladerm ago. Hi dear, thank you so much for your support, since I obviously do not want to die and I have the financial means to find myself help. I have looked into all of these options as you mentioned. I have tried estrogen creams, different nasal oils and moisturizers, every vitamin you can think of. Placing Q-tips inside to add resistance and volume. Being able to pass air is not the same as being able to sense air. For those asking, turbinate implants are essentially just filler materials to add volume.

What they're trying to do is add so much volume that you get a stuffy nose, where air can barely pass so that the tissue doesn't dry out as fast. However, in practice, not one person in my group of many people who have tried this have been cured or helped significantly. One woman wasn't quoted in an article online as saying they helped, but I know her in person, and she said it was very short-lived and the material, oloderm, resorbed. In fact, there were several people who are worse from them because of the added-on nerve damage of cutting existing macosta. Terminates are organs that sense air with nerves, humidify air, and clean air. The whole organ really just needs to be replaced when it is so earparably damaged or cut off. It's like wondering why a breast implant doesn't make it so a boob can breastfeed.

You can add form, but the function is what is needed. The only cure will be a company of scientists somewhere in the world fashioning fresh new terminate organ from stem cells, but no one has come forward yet to say they are doing it. Here, it's clear that she wasn't just grieving over what had happened to her. she was angry and wanted justice. And in another comment, she said, yes, absolutely. I want a conviction not because of the doctor

specifically deserves to pay, but because all doctors need to realize they cannot do this to people without their consent. I'd say about half of the people in my support group went in for some other procedure and the doctors just happened to cut off or fire their terminates to without even talking about it first. Half.

After that, there was not much activity on her account for almost two years, until she made one last post in 2023 and gave people a little bit of hope. The post read, Hey everyone, if you remember my story in my post history, I developed empty nose syndrome after my inferior terminates were amputated clean off without my consent during a nose job. The nose job was supposed to straighten my nose after a severe car accident

and improved my breathing, but I can't sense air anymore after my terminate amputation, which has left me with suffocation permanently, as if I'm drowning underwater 24-7. How am I still alive? Well, somehow I got the attention of a prominent research university here in the United States. I had a conversation with them, and they have made many terminates out of adult human stem cells. No, they don't use stem cells from aborted fetuses since adults make stem cells too, and in order to begin the project fully, start to finish, to get the human trials,

it will cost $4 million approximately. They applied for government funding, but were denied due to the rarity of ENS. It's not rare. Of course, this is a dream come true and has kept me going, but now me and my support group are stuck on how to raise $4 million. How do you do this? How do I go and getting this funding? Any ideas?

Should I start to go fund me? Thank you so much for reading it and keeping up with my journey. PSA, if someone wanted to donate $4 million, I wouldn't take the money. I'd ask them to contact Wake Forest University's Institute of Regener of Medicine, and donate on behalf of Terminate Research for Terminate Transplants. In case anyone thinks I'm trying to scam, as has been implied in a comment below. This was the last post she made on her account. A few replies followed, but then they stopped as well, vanishing into thin air.

Eventually, her account got suspended, but there was one comment left behind that was truly heartbreaking. Get a lawyer. It seems like there are people who could be held. at least partially responsible. I tried for two years every day to get a lawyer, and even though they always told me clearly, negligence occurred, because plastic surgery cases are notoriously hard to win,

and I had signed a consent form, giving him free rein to do any medical procedure he deems necessary, it would be nearly impossible to win in court. I had letters from doctors diagnosing me with the ENS, but attorneys would tell me that they could find a doctor on my side and won against me, so it would likely be an uphill battle since Ian's. is not a well-recognized situation.

When I tell you, I talk to at least 100 medical malpractice attorneys, I'm not kidding. Unfortunately, the time jurisdiction is over to file suit since it has been two years. At the end, she never got the justice she was fighting for. That post was the last anyone ever heard from her. And since then, her account had vanished, just like she did. No one knows what happened to her after that. who knows if she went through with her assisted euthanasia or anything like that hopefully not and hopefully she's doing better now but i guess we'll never know and all right guys that wraps up some unsettling

redid users this um was a little bit different than the past two you know the first one was a lot more kind of like mental drug ones the last one was a lot of like you know unsettling kind of true crime and this one was kind of a unique mix. These weren't necessarily disturbing Reddit users, but it was kind of just like unsettling things that happened to them. And yeah, let me know what you thought about this one down below. I think this one wasn't as graphic or gory as the past two, which were definitely graphic and gory and required a lot of censorship for YouTube's sake.

Comment down below, would you like to see more graphic gory? Or more, you know, even the ones in this video were, you know, horrible. situations that happen to them, would you like to see more tame ones? Because I would consider these more tames since they weren't as graphic or gory. And so, yeah, comment down below. What would you like to see in the future? I appreciate you all watching to the very end. Please like and subscribe if you haven't already.

It means the world helps out a ton. Thank you so much for watching. And that wraps up. Some unsettling Reddit users. This was Snook, and I'll see you next time. Bye.