People Share The Thing They Saw That They Definitely Shouldn’t Have Seen

When He Saw What The Boys Were Looking At, His Face Turned Red

“My family used to host foreign ESL university students for a semester so they could live with an English family and practice their English while they were studying. Well, one night I was taking out the garbage and I noticed a couple of boys hanging out along our fence. I shooed them away and went back inside.

The next night, the same thing. Boys hanging out along our fence. I should mention that our house was next door to a church, so it wasn’t unusual for people to hang out in the parking lot, but it did bug me they were leaning up against the fence after dark. I shooed them away again.

Then it happened every night for the next two weeks. I started to get curious why they’d scatter as soon as they saw me come outside and why they didn’t go somewhere else. So one night, after they ran, I went over to where they were standing and looked toward my house right into the bedroom window where our current student from Japan was lying on her bed, fully unclothed, facing away from the window with legs spread studying for her class. Her room was on a lower-level of a split so the view was perfect to see every detail.

That night, I had my wife knock on her door and suggest that she close her curtains at night without going into detail about why she should. She took the hint and we never saw those kids again after that.”

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He Won’t Be Going Back To That Website

“When I was really young and started becoming more interested in the female anatomy, I looked up some stuff on the internet. I must have been 12 or younger and I didn’t really know which sites I was on, just soft stuff really.

That is…until there was a pop-up and it was obviously of risque content. It didn’t show the man, but it did show the girl. The girl was younger than me and had to have been 8 or younger.

It messed me up. The image was only up for a few seconds, but I realized what it was, shut everything down, and was truly terrified of what I saw. I cried my eyes out all night and told my parents about it; the proxy systems in my household got a lot stronger after that.

I can’t remember what I saw, but it had a profound effect on me. I have never felt more upset, scared, or disgusted in all my life.”

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No More Rubbernecking After This Tragedy

“About two years ago, there was a fire in a high-rise apartment building across the street from where I lived. My boyfriend and I had friends living in the apartment building, so we rushed outside to see if we could find them. From our house, we couldn’t see which floor the fire was on, but judging from the smoke, it appeared it was close to the top.

Anyways, the apartment was mostly evacuated and we did finally meet up with our friends, who were unhurt. We were standing around with the crowd when a woman ran up to the firefighters and shouted: ‘My daughter! My daughter!’ Someone caught her as she collapsed to her knees in the street, crying and shrieking.

A paramedic eventually took her away from the scene to an ambulance as the firefighters brought out a woman strapped to a stretcher. We all thought this was the daughter, but then a firefighter came out of the 14th-floor window with a small child in his arms. It was a young girl, and he carefully handed her to his partner to take down the ladder to safety before disappearing back into the apartment. As the second firefighter carried her slowly down the ladder, more than a few of us wondered why he was taking so long. As he neared the ground, a collective gasp went up from the crowd: the little girl was limp and looked as though she was asleep, but on closer inspection, we could see that her skin was grey-blue in color. The firefighter put the girl on a stretcher, and the paramedics began a half-hearted attempt at CPR to appease the crowd as they rushed to the ambulance. But they knew, as we all did in our hearts, that the little girl had perished in the fire.

Not long afterwards, a stretcher was brought out of the building with a large man on it. He, too, was blue-grey in color. This time no attempt at CPR was made as he was wheeled away to the ambulance. It was later reported in the newspaper that the man on the stretcher was the girl’s father. The little girl had been playing with the stove and had hidden in a closet because she thought her parents would be angry with her. He died trying to save her, even though he had cerebral palsy and used a wheelchair.

That was the day I learned my lesson about rubbernecking at an accident or fire.”

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He’s Not So Good With Secrets

“When I was 16, I went to this bookstore to get some books and noticed this guy and girl shopping. The guy looked familiar to me, and when he turned around I realized it was my friend’s dad and he was definitely not with his wife. He noticed me and I started freaking out since he looked mad.

He tried to bribe me with a few hundred bucks so I took the money, lied and said I wasn’t going to tell anyone, then told his wife and my friend.”

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The Rich Get Richer And The Poor Go Jobless

“I was working IT maybe five or six years ago. The company I was working for had just laid off several employees due to budget problems. I was already kind of rattled, but I kept doing my job.

One of the guys in finance had a computer problem that was going to take a good chunk of time, and so he left me alone while I worked. As a progress bar loaded, I looked around the desk. There was a statement that showed what this month’s monthly payout, straight out of company profits. It looked like it was for the private owners and their two kids’ trust funds. All of those numbers were higher than my annual pay.

We had just laid off a dozen people because allegedly we didn’t have any money. This was all separate from the couple’s six-figure paychecks.

That flipped me from the free-market-worshiping libertarian that I used to be.”

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Those Poor Cats

“When I was in the Marines, my battalion did some training in Saudi Arabia. While on the Saudi base, we ate in the mess hall. Behind the mess hall were several dumpsters and dozens of feral cats. I worked the night shift and every night going back to the barracks, I saw one of the workers from the chow hall setting out pans of scraps for the cats.

The night before we left the base, I was late getting off shift. That night I saw the same guy out behind the mess hall and a lot of the cats looked to be sleeping. The worker also had a sack that he kept swinging into the ground. I didn’t piece it together until I heard a cat in the bag cry out.

It’s my assumption that the psycho was feeding the cats and gaining their trust and that the last night we were there, he poisoned the cats. I didn’t know how to respond, so I just headed back to the barracks. If we had been in the States, I probably would have gone and kicked this guy’s butt, but being in Saudi…I didn’t know what to do.

I still feel horrible about not doing anything.”

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Her Mother Died To Save Her, But She Never Wanted To See Her Like That

“My mom died in a car accident because she pulled me out of the way of a speeding car. I was 11 years old. I will always remember the image of her bleeding on the street. It was so unreal that I didn’t even cry until years later. Some people called an ambulance and took me back home.

After that, I just remember blurry things that happened months and months later: my dad trying not to cry at my mother’s funeral, my siblings completely devastated, some kind of interrogations by police officers, and so on.

I believe they found the driver but, by then, my father was already too overwhelmed to take legal action. Moving on, several years later, I was probably 16 or 17 and looking into my dad’s archive to find some personal documentation about myself in order to submit a college application.

He kept everything in this old archive, so I was just going through all the documents. Out of nowhere, I opened this folder and I went cold. There were pictures of my mother on a slab, unclothed and shaved. She had those incisions and openings that I had only seen in movies and on television.

In addition to the photos, I found a report with the cause of death. I could not even pronounce those words and I was freaked out by the photos. I put the folder back and ran away.

We ended up moving out from that house, and I never saw those papers again.”

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An Unusual Package

“I worked at FedEx Express when I was getting my bachelor’s degree. I was one of the first people there every morning since I was a handler and would help unload our giant metal cans off of a truck. Each can was stuffed full of packages.

I would set up a scanner in order to scan damaged packages so our station wouldn’t get charged for it since it was damaged before it arrived. One morning, my manager, who had substance abuse issues, had me scan these large bags going to the VA. He said it was in case stuff went missing. These bags were closed with a velcro strap around the top so they weren’t very secure.

These giant bags were full of pills and it never occurred to me that anything was wrong. Well, one morning I arrived a little earlier than normal and was setting stuff up when I heard a tearing sound. It was velcro coming apart. I didn’t think anything about it and kept working. After about five minutes, I heard a thud and looked up to see that manager come around the corner of the can and place a VA bag back onto the ground and walk off. He didn’t notice I was there since I was in between two trucks in the warehouse.

After seeing that, it made sense why he wanted me to scan the bags now. The dude was and had been stealing pain medication out of the Veterans Hospitals bags and using them for his own addiction.

I brought it up to a coworker that had worked there forever in which she told me to just ignore it unless I had hard evidence like a video or actually saw him digging in the bag.

If I had anything less and accused him of it, I’d surely be fired since HR didn’t care about its employees and only protected the managers.”

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So They Were In The Laundry Business

“When I was in college, I worked at an arcade/minigolf joint that seemed to not care about actually making money, but was never in any kind of financial trouble. When I got hired, the owner said: ‘I pay minimum wage and I expect to get minimum work for it.’

I worked the front counter and collected money for the mini-golf and sold cups of coins (or you could just use the coin changer). The till was completely busted and would be off by $50 or more in either direction no matter what you did.

I realized very quickly that I could just pretend to ring up golf fees and cups of tokens and pocket the cash, so I’d pocket $30-40 every shift, and nobody seemed to care. One of the assistant managers let me take a break 20 minutes after I’d just taken a break because some of my friends had shown up and wanted to smoke a bowl with me. He was like, ‘That is totally more important than your job.’ It was awesome.

Then one day I walked into the owner’s office while his secretary was recording figures in the ledger. I can read upside down pretty well and it was very obvious that the figures she was recording had nothing to do with the business we were doing. We sold maybe $60 of golf fees a night, and maybe $100 in coin cups, but she was recording $600 and $1,000 for each. I commented on the discrepancy and quipped about how someone would think we were in the laundry business and she got squirrely and told me to leave the office.

The next day, the owner called me into his office and we had a circumspect conversation about how much I was enjoying working there and enjoying the perks of the job, and I very much got the sense that he was trying to decide if I was going to tell anyone anything. Apparently, he decided I wasn’t (and I wasn’t), and so I kept working there.

About a year later, the owner was arrested for money laundering and we all got fired.”

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She Found Something Disgusting Yet Fascinating On His Phone

“So in my ninth grade English class, our teacher assigned us to group work for the day so she could chill out and grade papers.

She had a ‘Teachers Assistant’ who was another student at our high school. We will call him ‘Tim.’ He was either a junior or senior at this time. We were all working at our tables and Tim came over and started talking with me.

We were on his phone looking at some fire 2013 memes when a kid walked up and asked Tim a question about whatever dumb worksheet we were assigned. For whatever reason, Tim went to help this student and left his phone with me. So of course, ninth-grade me went straight to his picture folder to see what was up.

So what did I find? Smut? Nudes? Tim’s phone was harboring much darker secrets… Inside there was an album very appropriately named ‘poop,’ where there were over 300 pictures of various poops in toilets. Thick poops, small poops, chunky poops, diarrhea… it was all there. I just kept scrolling down and down and it was just all poop. I was honestly just in shock, and as soon as Tim came back I couldn’t just pretend I didn’t see. I had to know. ‘Dude. Why do you have so many pictures of poop on your phone?’

‘Oh, I uhh….those are all my craps…..I send them to my friends as a joke sometimes….nobodies ever seen that before.’

And that was it about that.”

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He Admitted The Truth Years Later

“My cousin had severe addiction issues for almost a decade. I walked into his room one day to get my Xbox controller back at about 4 am and he was laying on the floor, white as a ghost, with a belt around his arm and the needle was still in. The plunger of the needle got pulled out when he fell, so blood was squirting a perfect line straight out of his arm. I grabbed the syringe and threw it, took the belt off and he was taking about three to five breaths a minute then after a few minutes, while I was trying to find my phone to call 911, his breathing returned to normal but he was unable to wake up.

The next evening, he was finally able to get up and walk around and returned to his normal self.

He always claimed it was an accident and that he just overdid it that night, but just recently he admitted he was trying to end it.

That happened back in 2010 and wasn’t the only time he had overdosed. He is sober now and has been for years. He’s engaged, has his own house, and three future step-children.”

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That Awkward Moment When You See Dirty Pics Of Your Boss…

“I was doing an internship with a college student. We were both IT students charged with developing some software. Our laptops hadn’t yet arrived, so our boss, being out of the office that day, allowed us to use his computer to do some preliminary research for the project.

We downloaded some documents and went into the downloads folder to copy the files to a USB stick. The view mode was set to ‘large icons,’ which meant all the images inside had a nice little preview thumbnail, and some of those images I believe were not meant to be seen by us.

There were pictures of our boss together with one of the employees, both dressed in skimpy black leather. He was wearing a pinned collar, she was biting down on a gag-ball. They were being… intimate. Funny enough, they were both wearing Christmas hats as well… I didn’t open the files themselves, partly because I didn’t want to get discovered, but mostly just because I didn’t want to know, but the thumbnails were revealing enough by themselves.

The two months after were a bit awkward whenever we saw both of them in the same room. You wouldn’t be able to tell they had a thing, but we knew. Our boss was a married man as well, which added some extra spice to this little dirty secret.”

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A Letter He Wasn’t Supposed To Read

“I found my dad’s will. I was on his computer while he was at work and ended up finding a strangely titled word document. At first it didn’t seem like a big deal. It contained a note to each of his kids. It wasn’t until I got to the last one, my youngest brother, that I realized it wasn’t just a will. The start of that line read something along the lines of, ‘If anything is going to make me change my mind now, it’s writing this part.’ I realized I had found my dad’s suicide note. I was about 14 or 15 at the time and I had no idea how to go about talking to him about it.

I decided to just keep it to myself. He started buying us gifts and stuff and I would get scared and I still just kept it to myself. I remember one day on the weekend, I woke up in my bed to a loud bang coming from my dad’s room. I laid there in bed for probably half an hour frozen. Once I worked up the strength I went to his room and opened the door.

He wasn’t in the bedroom. I was so confused until I saw that the bedroom window was open. What had happened is that there was a gust and the wind had slammed the door shut, but my paranoid brain had heard a loud bang. After that, I was laughing hysterically and I don’t have much memory of the day past that.

Shortly after this incident, my dad had returned most of the gifts he bought us kids and I slowly started to believe that he had changed his mind. I never confronted him about it until last year, about 14 years or so later, but I never fully accepted that he was ok now.

I called him distraught about a separate matter and he started talking to me about depression. He told me on his own about he had considered taking his life and went into detail about it, and all I could do was cry and tell him, ‘I know.’

We talked a lot longer after that and we were finally able to put it all to rest.”

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“Get Out!”

“My dad had a drinking problem. My mom took my brother and me to go looking for him because he was supposed to be buying Christmas presents. Found his van at a bar. My mom sent me to look inside the van to see if there were presents in there.

I walked into my dad’s van while he was deep inside a woman who was not my mom.

I saw my dad’s bare butt as he was plowing some chick. He turned over his shoulder and looked right at me and said, in the evilest voice, ‘Get out.’

This was 20 years ago and I still get emotional thinking about it. I still remember the entire thing so clearly.”

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A Clandestine Meeting

“I made the mistake of walking up on some sort of spy-level information swap.

A couple of years ago, I was sitting on a bench on a busy street just having a drink and just watching people walk by and shop.

At some point, a man and a woman, both dressed classy, came walking down the street, both from opposite directions and almost brushed each other when passing by.

In a split second, I saw the woman passing a note (at least it looked like paper to me) to the man. They never looked at each other, didn’t slow down their pace, changed posture, facial expression or anything. Just walked straight ahead on their way casually.

Just when they passed each other, she slipped a note in his hands, really fast and stealthy.

Whatever it was, it was pretty obvious that those two weren’t meant to be seen together, the meeting was pre-arranged deliberately on a really busy spot and whatever they swapped was secret.

I’m very sure I wasn’t supposed to have seen that and I probably was the only person who saw that.”

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