Sketchy things you experienced - Sketchy things you experienced when young, which didn't necessarily seem sketch at the time

[Sped Xing]

Imagine thinking there's nothing about watching "Porky's" with your seven year old son.

 

[Pocket Dragoon]

Imagine thinking there's nothing about watching "Porky's" with your seven year old son.

And yet people let Netflix play all day with their kids in the room.

Now that is sketchy AND gay.

 

[Aib Ld]

Me and my mom was in the women's restroom with other women. Every woman was talking, it was normal. Then some androgynous looking guy walks in to charge his phone and everything fell silent. Not those 'trans, but actually a dude wearing a wig and dress', its an actually androgynous person that nobody could tell who the gender was. Every woman was staring, some protectively walking in front of their child(ren) or holding them back, even my mom did the same. Nobody was sure what to do and not sure if there is danger, but stood there staring just in case.
Androgynous guy got enough of their stares, and left with his phone and charger without a word.
The whole thing was spent in near confused silence, and some women asking if that's a girl or boy among themselves only to be met with 'I have no idea' from others.
Glad that nothing came of it, but I never felt so confused and scared in my life.

 

[Sped Xing]

The idea of a shitter as a social sphere is sketchy in and of itself. Cancel women.

 

[Pocket Dragoon]

The idea of a shitter as a social sphere is sketchy in and of itself.

Surely you jest; the latrine was one of the last bastions where men can (or could) retreat from rampant cunts of all types, and communicate about the crux of a days' biscuits.

But even so..... women have always had spies in that realm; they're called maids. It wasn't until theirs started seeing intrusion (without yelling "male janitor!!" first) that they got really uppity.

So yes, cancel them.

 

[Caesare]

When I was 11 or 12, I used to be friends with this girl who lived down the street who lived with her grandparents because her mother wasn't a satisfactory parent, apparently. She used to spend the night at her mother's apartment sometimes though, so she was familiar with it. She used to always tell me about this retarded girl that lived in the apartments where her mother stayed, whose parent's used to bathe her outside with a garden hose. She would wear a bathing suit and her parents would just spray her down with a hose.

In first grade, this school I was at had a special school within a school for retarded children (who all looked like adults btw because I think the retarded kids at the school could be much older than the usual kindergarten thru 6th grade, normal students. There was a kid in my class who used to misbehave at lunch time, and as a punishment, my teacher used to make him sit and eat lunch with the retarded kids.

I remember watching this kid, horrified, as the retards would tard out all around him and grab at his lunch with their disgusting fingers. I only imagine what kind of shit a teacher would get into, current year, for doing something like that.

Also in first grade, there was this girl in my class named Sasha, and I don't remember why it even started, but me and my best friend at the time decided that we hated this girl. When the teacher would leave us alone in the classroom once in awhile, I remember getting out of my seat, running across the classroom where Sasha sat, and smacking her in the back of the head and then running back to my seat.

That was so mean and unnecessarily cruel. I can't imagine why I'd do that. My parents didn't raise me that way.

 

[Jason Wynn]

The first place I moved into on my own was an apartment in the sketchy side of town. Lot of crackheads, lot of crazy homeless, kind of a no go zone for pizza delivery etc.

Left after the tenants above my unit got into an argument, the guy left, came back a few hours later, tried shooting his way in and cornered his girlfriend causing a ton of cops to show up and everyone in the complex evacuated at 3 in the morning.

No need to play guess the race

 

[Cats]

I have been wanting to tell this story for awhile here but there was never a good place for it.

When I was a really young kid, probably 4 or 5, my mom worked for a literal American Psycho. She has been in the medical admin field my entire life and before she got into billing for large companies she worked independently for doctors. This one doctor she worked for was beginning his own practice in association with UTMB and so we moved into this gorgeous old historical home in Galveston right down the street from his house. I was very little but I remember some of the horrific shit that happened during that year.

For starters, this doctor was openly misusing millions of dollars in grant money on less than "ethical ventures". Pretty standard hookers and blow stuff, but it apparently went way deeper and darker than that. My mom and her friend who was staying with us and working alongside her were getting these absolutely massive paychecks every month while being expected to do next to no work by this doctor...it was all very shady stuff in itself, but they thought the money was legit at the time. Well, one day this doctor disappears. Just vanishes. The work and the money has just stopped, so my mom and her friend decide to go to his house. It is important to note at this time that this doctor was not married.

He wasn't home, but all the lights were on in the house. ALL of them. They used the spare key to go inside and found a trail of women's clothes, used syringes, pantyhose, and scuff marks on the tile floor leading all the way up to the attic. Up in the attic were mirrors, mannequins wearing women's clothing, more syringes strewn absolutely everywhere alongside veterinarian-prescribed prescription bottles of ketamine, bottles of amyl nitrate and on the attic desk were little baggies of what was probably heroin. On the back wall of the attic was a huge mural that my mom had only ever described as "disturbing". Last time we talked about this I bugged her to remember more and all she could remember was that it was "gory and just disturbing".

Needless to say my mom and her friend were creeped out and left the house after determining that there wasn't some poor lady captive somewhere inside. A few days later the police came asking all kinds of questions about this doctor. They shared what they knew with the cops and I remember the detective being at our place for hours. After this my mom and her friend decided it was time to pack up and leave. I remember us waiting for the lease to go up in the house we were in and packing everything up. About a month goes by and they decide to go by the doctor's house one more time as we are on the way out of Galveston. It looks like nobody is home, but we get out of the car and look in the windows and all the mess on the floors had been cleaned up. The house was spotless, except for the kitchen...there was an entire box of Cheerio's neatly dumped out in a big pile on the breakfast table with a full glass of spoiled milk sitting next to it.

 

[Jimmy Olsen]

I was sitting in the car waiting for my mother, when an old man pulled up a plastic chair right across from the backseat and sat there grinning and vaping, just staring at me. I did my best to hide behind the newspaper I was holding. For context, I'm a chick, and was around 11 years old at the time.

When he saw my mom coming back, he picked up his chair and left. I was so jarred from it I didn't even tell her what happened.

In terms of things that didn't seem sketch at the time, I was in a lolcow's (back from the Something Awful days) short film when I was six or seven. I'm not giving too much info due to doxing myself and I don't want to pull his ex wife back into his bullshit again (she's a family friend, really nice lady, that's how I ended up in her creepy husband's movie) just to later read about his sexual exploits on Encyclopedia Dramatica. He never assaulted anyone or anything, nothing criminal, just really, REALLY creepy fetish shit. Feels bad man.

I remember he talked all the time about goons trying to hunt him down, and me being a child thought he was being hunted down by actual goons, like people with guns trying to kill him. Turns out he was just getting in slapfights on Something Awful.

 

[Broseph]

When I was a kid a friend told me about one time he went to a public bathroom to piss and met with a dude who asked him "kid, do you know what beating off is?", causing him to turn around and run away without saying a word. When I was a kid I found the story hilarious. It is somewhat less funny now that I realize he probably narrowly avoided being diddled by a pedofork.

Then again, this same kid would also elaborate in great detail about his sexual fantasies of raping and murdering women. At the time we just dismissed it as edgelording, since we were very edgy kids. But nowadays I'm really not sure if he wasn't pushing his sick fantasies onto us.

Dude hasn't been a part of my life in a while, but I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up in the news one day.

He was a proto incel.

 

[Caesare]

On the back wall of the attic was a huge mural that my mom had only ever described as "disturbing". Last time we talked about this I bugged her to remember more and all she could remember was that it was "gory and just disturbing".

I would love to see what the hell was on that huge, attic mural.

 

[Cats]

I would love to see what the hell was on that huge, attic mural.

Me too! I've spoken about this incident to my mom a few times throughout my life because the whole thing was just so wild and I've always been curious about it. I have asked specifically about that part of the story many times but she has always given the same answer. To give you a little more of a mental image, his house was basically an early 1900's mansion. In that part of Galveston there are tons of gorgeous old homes like that and so there were a total of two vaulted-ceiling stories and then the attic which was nothing like a modern home attic of insulation and crossbeams, the older attics were almost like a third story but not quite...still very strange to find it in the state they did.

The craziest thing is I actually remember the doctor's last name, too...at least how to pronounce it. I have no clue how it was spelled. It's one of those names that could potentially be spelled hundreds of different ways. I have tried a couple times over the years to look him up using various different spellings but all this stuff happened right before the internet became totally ubiquitous and I am fairly certain the guy either just murdered a ton of women and then fled the country or something along those lines.

I am even more certain that if I ever did manage to figure out how to spell his name I would be able to find an open case file on the guy with the FBI or at very least local Texas Bureau of Investigation. We know he did some bad stuff, we just aren't 100% sure what all of that stuff was.

 

[BelUwUga]

It's bad that everything that springs to mind was from one job: pizza delivery. While there's just the corny porn trope, the reality is that it is a job with an extremely high chance of robbery and even fatality. Even if cash isn't on your person, shitheads will happily kill you for your phone, car, and a free pizza. Most common were pimps/hoes/johns at the myriad hotels, more sad than anything else. One really notable one was what I discovered was the crack shack at the local gang's trailer park. The door was open when I arrived and I stupidly opened it when they said "come on in!" Scales/powder on the table, pyrex, and cooking going on in plain view. A guy that looked like Lil Wayne peeled off $200 that was held down by a MAC10 for a paperweight. Considering it was a $40 order I had no complaints. The last one that precipitated me quitting was having a gun pulled on me at an apartment complex. There's several shootings there every year and I was unknowingly coming up the stairs right behind a guy that was carrying. I get to the landing heading to the apartment across from his, turn a corner, and there was a 1911 in my face. Thankfully he was chill when he saw the pizza/uniform.

 

[neverendingmidi]

My dad had a friend from work who he'd hang out with. Well, one year his friend invited our family over for a New Years party. I don't remember much of it, other than feeling somewhat bad for the kids. My mom said both she and my dad were completely skeeved out once they saw this guy's house. Despite it being New Years, none of the kids had any new toys, or books, or even clothes. On the other hand the parents had plenty of booze, cigarettes, and weed. My dad's friendship with that guy pretty much withered and died after that.

I had an encounter on a trolley in San Diego where a black guy walked up to me and demanded to know if I was a Jew. I told him I was raised by an Atheist and an Agnostic which seemed to satisfy him and he wandered off, but kept looking at me. Fortunately he got off several stops before me. Really creeped me out.

 

[Lucky Jim]

Didn't happen to me but in Jay Leno's incredible appearance on Joe Rogan, Leno tells the story how at summer camp when he was a kid, if a boy misbehaved, "Mr Butler" the counselor would have the boy stack rocks nude in front of a cabin, while he (Butler) sat on the porch and watched from behind, smoking a pipe — the implications of which only struck Jay years later.

 

[Flavius Claudius Julianus]

Didn't happen to me but in Jay Leno's incredible appearance on Joe Rogan, Leno tells the story how at summer camp when he was a kid, if a boy misbehaved, "Mr Butler" the counselor would have the boy stack rocks nude in front of a cabin, while he (Butler) sat on the porch and watched from behind, smoking a pipe — the implications of which only struck Jay years later.

I feel like shit like this happens so much, and it's ONLY the ignorance of the kids involved that stops it from getting out. Oof course, the faggots who perpetrate these things know exactly what they're doing, and how the kids most likely won't say shit.

Paedos are everywhere man.

 

[Wraith]

Stalked for miles by a pedo on a bike until I pulled out a weapon and threatened to off him.

 

[Nondescript Autist]

My younger brother and I used to take a commuter rail to go see our dad on the weekends. We got off at the main station usually, and there would occasionally be homeless people hanging out there. Most were just minding there own business and we'd walk with the crowd so they didn't bother us. One time, our dad was running late, so we had to stay at the station for a few minutes. An Iranian guy came up to us. He pulled out a switchblade and opened it up. He asked, "you want buy knife?" We both said we didn't have any money on us. This was a lie, of course. I realize now, almost a decade later, that this Islamic cocksucker would have taken all of our money if we said something different. I always thought he was just a dumbass with no awareness of how he came off, but it's super obvious in retrospect he was ready to rob us.

EDIT: Alright, since I completely misinterpreted the theme of the thread, a guy at Walmart came up and said I was a big boy. I was 14 and my dad was right there. That guy should thank God every day that was in a store, and not out on the street. My dad was an amateur boxer. I saw him knock a guy out that was trying to rob him with one punch. He would have fucked this guy up so bad, and I'm kind of disappointed that didn't happen.

 

[Tragi-Chan]

EDIT: Alright, since I completely misinterpreted the theme of the thread, a guy at Walmart came up and said I was a big boy.

For you.

 

[Psychotron]

Once some guy came to me in a van while I was watering the front lawn and asked if I wanted to see a puppet.

I did not, and I was going to try to swing the house at him if he came close, but then he sped off when me mum came out.

I often wonder how much milk carton shit actually happens.