People Are Sharing Stories of the Souls of Pure Evil They Have Encountered

My friend's stepbrother. Let's call him...chungus. I first met Chungus not long after meeting my friend who was at the time living with his wife and her parents as they saved up for a new house for their expected child.

Chungus was a skinny guy who looked to be about my age but in reality he was in his mid 30s and divorced, living back with his parents. He was the type of dude who would wipe a booger on you as a joke, bummed trees and cigarettes off everybody and in general was not invited to hang out.

Apparently one of the last straws with his ex-wife was the time he prematurely ejaculated then shit the bed with a massive runny dump.

At the time I knew him he was going around telling everybody he was an EMT despite the fact that he had only received some training to go help out with Hurricane Katrina before being fired for stealing medical supplies. Basically what I'm saying here is that he was gross and annoying.

Well one day I drop by to partake in the regular trees session with my friend when I notice Chungus is sitting in the basement/rec room area of the house with the lights off just staring into the middle distance. So I went up to my friend's room and asked him and his wife what was up.

Turns out the scrawny prick had been convicted of abusing one of his two children when she was a baby. Apparently he had squeezed her hard enough to crack some ribs and thrown her at the floor doing some pretty permanent and severe damage. When this happened my friend, who is basically the result of pouring Irish semen and Gorilla DNA into a cement mixer, beat the shit out of him until his parents had to pull him off.

After my friend and his wife got their own place Chungus was convicted of his crimes and sent to the local prison. I still have that voicemail saved. Not long into his sentence a man walked up to him, slapped a newspaper article on the cafeteria table in front of him and asked "is this you?" before punching him out cold in one hit. Chungus is currently serving the next decade in solitary confinement for his own safety.

Username: El_Gran_Redditor

I call him the littlest cowboy. I could see it from the minute I met him. He didn't look me in the eye. He just got out of jail in Alaska, and moved back in with his mother. That was about 25 years ago.

He's about 45 years old now, still living with his mother. Sponging off her for all his needs. She gets about $800 a month from social security and feeds him, buys beer for him, and of course his beloved chewing tobacco.

Every couple of months or weeks, he flies into a violent rage and breaks a bunch of stuff. Windows, musical instruments, that sort of stuff. What is Mom's father passed away, she got an inheritance. And he decided to remodel her house. He invited a homeless alcoholic to come live on the property to help. Help him drink, that is.

He had big plans for the remodeling job, but kind of lost interest after the initial demolition. Mom's been living in the house for 2 years, with the front room set up as a workshop. Throughout the house, walls have been torn away exposing framing. Flooring has been torn away, plumbing has been messed up... Is remodeling job now looks more like a systematic destruction of her house. And of course the inheritance money is all gone now.

His mom likes to think of him as just sick. She tries to find help for him. She takes him to the hospital. She will not get a restraining order against him, because she knows he will simply violate it. From time to time, he will admit that he just doesn't care that he is destroying his mother's life. He just does not care.

And his mother, has had all her backbone beaten out of her, probably before he was even born, by his father. She says he was evil. But he abandoned them the day the little cowboy was born.

Without heat, or money, they spent the winter in a shack in the mountains in Idaho, literally living off the land - something his mother knows how to do and I respect her greatly for her skills in that department. She says people in town were so afraid of his father, they would not pick her and her two kids up on the road when they hitchhiked.

Username: ikuzuswen

I have two. My stepmother and my (ex) stepfather. My stepfather was horribly abusive (mentally and emotionally.) He always made comments on my weight growing up. "Oh, they heard a dish rattle so they came out of their room." "Calm down, the food isn't leaving."

And he would watch me eat and see what all I had on my plate. This would cause me to suffer with a severe ED that I'm still trying to balance to this day. He would constantly search my room without me being home to find wrappers, bottles, anything he could yell at me for and harrass me about.

(I actually didn't know this was happening until he let it slip.) He would tell me he didn't give a shit about my feelings and would constantly wear only his underwear around the house (due to this I was extremely uncomfortable and never came out of my room.)

My mother later told me once I was "kicked out" (that's a whole other story) he stopped doing that immediately. I was never allowed to have friends over because he worked. I was never allowed to go do anything.

My stepmother on the other hand, was physically and mentally abusive. She would constantly order me around like the evil step mother in Cinderella. I had to get her drinks, food, clean up after her etc. She had grandkids my age, whom one I actually grew up with prior to her and my father getting married.

He would abuse me: hit me, kick me, spit on me. One day I had had enough and hit him in the face. He immediately told on me and she screamed at me until her face was beat red. She caused me to be scared to stand up for myself, and even to this day I can hardly handle confrontation.

She would scream at me constantly and also make comments about my weight. Meanwhile, she was no Barbie doll. She would slap me with a handful of rings across the face. Throw my door open in the middle of the night while I was sleeping and turn the light on to "get something from the closet."

Belittle me into nothing... And she ruined my relationship with my dad. My dad and I were best friends growing up and she took it and burned it to Ash. I hope that woman chokes on her spit in her sleep. I'll never forget what she's done to me.

Username: Any-Elevator172

Working with kids, you'll come across plenty who are "bad." They're rude and ill-behaved. They are argumentative and sometimes even start physical fights. They are unmotivated, they'll lie to your face, they'll bully their classmates, etc.

Even with all this, 99.9% of the time, you can still see there's hope for them. You can see that they're acting the way they do because they want attention, a sense of belonging, and a sense of "being somebody" which they aren't getting at home. Alternatively, they're just parroting their parents' bad behavior.

Then there are the 0.1%. These students aren't just bad. They're something worse. They don't just have low motivation. They have no motivation. They have no interest in bettering themselves because they think they already know everything they need to know.

They're manipulative and know how to game the system. They steal and break things then lie to your face and laugh because they know you have no proof. They know how to not get caught and the worst thing you can do is show you are in any way affected by their actions.

Other people's sadness, distress, and disgust gives them joy. They have zero empathy. They'll laugh about hurting or killing animals. The idea of hurting or killing other people doesn't phase them. Nothing and no one matters except for them.

I've worked with a very limited number of students who come close to this description, luckily, but one in particular always comes back to my mind. I know it sounds dramatic but he is the only kid I've met who had truly soulless eyes.

There was no compassion in him, not even for his "friends." I can say with 100% certainty that he will go to jail or, if he's not caught, he will continue to do things that should send him to jail. Whenever I wonder about whether or not I've met a future serial killer, my mind goes back to him. That's how bad it was. He was the only student I've worked with that seemed "beyond saving" so to speak.

ETA: I just remembered that one time I tried to talk to this kid about his plans for the future. He said he was going to join the military to "take out the [slur for Arabic people]."

Username: KiraiEclipse

The evangelical "Christian" art teacher who was supposed to mentor me through my credential year. She played favorites very openly with her students, graded by putting work in a big stack from what she liked to what she didn't and assigning a certain chunk A's/B's/C's (and she would let her favorite students do this for other students' work.)

She demanded conformity of thought and would enforce compliance through ostracism and public shaming. Good luck to you if you were a student (or student teacher) who was neurodivergent. She showed open loathing.

She had been thin, athletic, popular, and blonde in high school. Engaged early but her fiancé broke it off because she was frighteningly competitive over video games. She was none of these but popular when encountered her.

After my first week of student teaching she sent an e-mail to every teacher in the school asking for support because I was so "bad" (but never talked to my program about my inadequacy or asked for a replacement) and called me in on a weekend to read three pages of moment-to-moment complaints about my first week.

When I finally left, she red ten pages on the subject of how awful I am to both my the chair of my program and the vice principal of her school (the VP was her special buddy, also very religious. She loved the punitive interrogation techniques he used on the kids.)

At the end of year art show she fought hard to award grand prize to a piece of student work she finished herself. She had also used my lesson plans to win an award for the school which specifically called out the art teacher's detailed, differentiated plans...but told me from the start I was never to use or teach from her lesson plans (she didn't have any, just some nonsensical worksheets in nearly illegible fonts.)

Working with her felt like I had somehow ended up in a cult and my career depended on my staying in it. I watched her run off several other candidates for things like "being mother to a child at the school" and "not inventing work to do when she had not provided a task."

People at that school loved and protected her like a baby bird. She frequently showed up in pajamas after the first bell, didn't show and had me sub on no notice only to berate me for how I'd done it later, and on multiple occasions someone had to drive to her house for a welfare check because she had neither managed her chronic medical condition by taking her medication nor called in to let people know where she was.

She made it her mission that year to break me down mentally and build me back up (at the time I didn't know what she thought I ought to be built into, now I realize it would have been a perfectly compliant Evangelical robot who "keeps sweet.") I want to barf remembering the number of times she told students to speak sweetly. This was at an Arts and Sciences-focused charter in a state for a reputation for being very liberal (where she works to this day.)

She did successfully break my mind, I am still working on it in therapy almost a decade later and many people who knew me at the time have said it seems she changed me. I was a very confident and enthusiastic person before my year with that sociopath, and I will always be horrified that she continues to influence so many young people.

Username: LesYeuxHiboux

My biological mother. My first memory is challenging her to a race on the walk to preschool. She took off as fast as she could around the block and I stood there crying because I couldn't catch up with her and was alone on a busy street. I was 3 or 4.

She abandoned me and my siblings *often*. She left us at grocery stores or fast food places for hours when we were all younger than 8. My older sister thankfully knew our grandma's phone number, so she'd ask to use the phone and we'd wait to be picked up. She tried to abandon my brother in the middle of the desert at 2am; he was 4 or 5. We had to beg her not to leave him.

She would drive us across the state totally drunk and would not let us use seatbelts because that was insulting to her. She left me in a hot car as a baby to the point where I almost died. I have had extreme intolerance to heat my entire life because of it.

At 6 or 7 she let me pump gas and unsurprisingly I got covered in gasoline. She wouldn't buy any water at the gas station to wash it off and just drove me home like no big deal. One spark and I would have burned to death. She refused to cook or clean. We lived in total filth and our dad bought us McDonalds or took us to restaurants every single night for dinner. I was obese by age 6.

She would beat our dog when he barked. She constantly talked about poisoning our dog/our neighbors dogs. I now have cameras in my backyard out of fear she will come poison my dogs.

She was abusive. She would beat us when she was angry and we'd have to run to our grandma's house or to the park to get away. She would sometimes grab a knife out of the kitchen knife block and chase us with it. We would go hide in the park until our dad got home. I cannot have a knife block on my counter at age 34 because it gives me anxiety.

As punishment, she would make me get into the car, scream at me if I tried to put my seatbelt on, then drive recklessly and pretend she was going to crash. Like going 60mph in a 25 zone then slamming on the brakes before she hit a wall. I have a lot of nightmares about being stuck in a car with her driving. Neighbors have called the police on her because she "fake" tried to run them over.

Her parents were unbelievably kind people who I never so much as heard cuss or say a mean word about anyone. She was extremely verbally abusive to them. She would take advantage of their kindness and drained every cent they had to fund her "women should be taken care of" lifestyle. She never worked a day in her life. I once had to jump in front of my grandparents because she picked up a knife while angry and marched over to them with it raised.

I remember her screaming out the window at fat people to lose weight while we were driving. My sister once got her a puppy because she complained of being lonely. The poor puppy disappeared shortly after. I assume she beat him to death or let him starve to death in her backyard.

She is racist. Like really, vehemently, proudly racist. She doesn't even try to convince herself she's not. She fully supports exterminating every non-white person. I couldn't avoid her meeting my non-white husband at my sister's wedding, and all she had to say was, "Is he one of the good ones? Is he here legally?" He was born in the US and is very successful and kind person, and she knew that. She was being racist just to be racist.

I was an extremely shy, quiet kid. She would tell me my voice was annoying and would tell me to stop talking like a baby when I was just talking normally. A lot of the time, if I talked to her, she would totally ignore me. I believed (and still do) that no one wants me to talk to them.

If I'm spoken to, I have a really hard time answering with more than 1 or 2 words. I had severe self esteem issues because of her. I lost out on so much normal development because I was afraid to speak to anyone. Even at 34, I cannot hold a conversation with anyone, not even people in my family.

I do not have *any* memories her of being a good mother. Not one. All my good childhood memories are of my grandparents. I remember at age 11 or so, she awkwardly tried to give me a hug because her "shrink" told her to.

When my dad finally divorced her, she would not let us have any of our belongings. I do not have any toys from my childhood because she kept them all. Eventually we were allowed to get some clothes and furniture.

She never made any effort to contact us after the divorce. If it weren't for my grandmother forcing us all together, I probably would never had seen her after age 12.

Everything she says is vile, hateful, and angry. She should be in prison, and I regret never calling the police every time she committed a felony.

Username: Milede1

It's a toss up between two people I knew in college. The first is a girl who was both a sadist and a nymphomaniac. She wanted everyone around her to suffer as much as possible. She loved trying to get men to cheat with her and took every opportunity to sow division between people.

She was especially vindictive toward anyone she had a history with, even if it ended on "good" terms. She also had a knack for manipulating developmentally challenged students. One time she started hooking up with her physically and verbally abusive ex boyfriend, and while they were still hooking up, she pressured a girl with the mental maturity of a 12 year old to get into a relationship with him.

He did all kinds of awful stuff to this poor girl while cheating on her with the woman that set them up in the first place. On top of that, she was just as ugly on the outside as she was on the inside. I know beauty is subjective, but she always made me think of that Matt Damon quote from Saving Private Ryan, *"Talk about a girl who took a nosedive from the ugly tree and hit just about every branch coming down!"*

It's probably a blessing though because while there were plenty of down bad guys that fell into her trap, any self respecting guy wasn't even tempted to go near her, which helped reduce her destructive wake a bit. But she was pure evil. I can't name a redeeming quality of hers.

The second is a guy who I truly believe is a psychopath and I fear he will commit a horrific crime one day. He's incredibly obsessive with women much like the guy from the TV show, *You*. Once he's interested in a woman he follows them everywhere like a dog, professing his love constantly and begging them to date him.

He plays what I call the pity game. Instead of wooing women with his charm and charisma, he throws himself pity parties saying things like, "I'm such a loser! I can't do anything right! You're the only thing I've ever wanted in my life! PLEASE love me back!! PLEAAAASSSEEE!!!"

And the crazy things is, it works! Almost every girl he went after at least hooked up with him at some point. Once they were in a relationship, he was incredibly controlling and verbally abusive. For at least one of the girls he dated at college, he legitimately stalked her, keeping a log of when she left and returned to her dorm and who she was with, etc.

He was also very creepy with his roommates, walking in on them in the shower and pulling the curtain away and doing other weird stuff like that. He was very self-righteous, claiming to be Christian and trying to be a spiritual leader on campus and social media despite being a complete monster.

He and I were both in the theatre department and he always wanted the roles I would get so he would weaponize campus safety by falsely reporting me for random things to try to get me expelled from the school. All because he was jealous of me.

He was socially inept and completely self absorbed, but somehow women would go for him despite being warned by everyone around them what kind of man he was. Maybe he's attractive to them, but he's very short (like, 5'8"-5'9") and extremely scrawny, so you definitely can't call him conventionally attractive.

(I also know from one of his exes that he's so small down below that he had to use some kind of dick extender toy when they had sex.) He's now engaged to a very sweet girl and he apparently goes on "business trips" all the time, but tells her he's the official lighting designer for the Atlanta Falcons (he's not) and hangs out with celebrities (he doesn't.)

It's all very strange and the fact that he's somehow convinced his fiance of all these lies is very concerning. Really scary, messed up dude.

Username: SpudgeFunker210

It was a little old lady in a nursing home. Crazy, huh? No one wanted to get near her; the staff, it seemed, had no choice.

I think that when she was admitted to the care center, her family must have celebrated their freedom. I think they possibly even gleefully snickered behind our backs. I had agreed to temporarily be the interim activity director while the administrator searched for a new hire.

I had volunteered at this nursing home for close to five years at the time, and thought I knew all of the residents. I was being encouraged (begged) to accept the position permanently; I was considering the offer.

There was one resident room that I had been told to stay away from. As a volunteer, I had done so. As a staffer, I had to do assessments on all residents quarterly. I noticed this resident was way overdue.

Her interaction with other residents was zero, Her participation in group activities was zero. One-on-one planned activities were charted as refused. Outside socializing and visits from family and friends never occurred.

This individual needed socialization. She didn't even come out of her room for meals. She had never participated in her care plan meetings, and not one trip to the in-house beauty shop!

With the determination of a newbie, I prepared for her assessment. Armed with exciting and new ideas, I went to her room. I lightly knocked on the door, no response.

It was just before lunch and I knew they would have her up and ready for her meal, I knocked louder. Still no answer so I barely cracked the door and was preparing to say, “knock knock, can I please come in?”

I got the “kno” out of my mouth and heard her shriek “What the fuck do you want?!” I almost peed down my leg. I hadn't known what to expect, but it hadn't been that!

I boldly entered the room and firmly began telling her my name and my intent. No was not an answer I would accept.

But, “Who in the fucking hell do you think you are, coming into my room without my permission and thinking your soft ass can tell me....,”well, you have the picture. I may be writing “refused” in her chart after all.

Her shrill and spit-loaded yelling had me almost out the door. I persisted; I tried the polite, friendly but firm approach. I tried the “it is state law that I do this assessment approach.” She screamed,“help me, help me, the fucking devil is in here trying to kill me.” at the top of her lungs.

I was getting offended and starting to get ticked. I am not the devil! I tried to convince her of that, she started screaming rape! Strangely, no one came in the door to see what was happening.

I informed her that I would give her a chance to calm down and then I would return at 1pm for her assessment. In truth, I was the only one needing to calm down, I was shaking so hard my knees knocked together as I left the room.

Behind me, the shrieking contiued, accusing me of doing terribly gross things to her. Ahead of me, the dining room was filled with calm residents and the staff seemed unphased as they went about their meal time duties.

Not one person looked up as I walked by red faced, sweat pouring off my brow, and tears in my eyes. I guess they had heard it all before.

The evil thing in that forbidden room and I had achieved only 2 things during our meeting: She had successfully refused my assessment. My decision was made, I would not be accepting the offer of this job.

Username: ofansleaks

I’ve met some really messed up people in my life and sadly a few that I’m unfortunately related to however to be pure evil to the core takes something special.sometimes it’s been evil things that people do but sometimes it’s to the point where it’s not even a single one thing that makes me really question what it means and how to measure evil.

But for me it’s someone I didn’t suspect was at first. The widow card got me feeling sympathy for her and I believe this is what she used to lure people. I befriended her after she took my cat in when I had to move. The two years that followed her true colours showed.

To summarize her personality was vile as she constantly complained and criticized others who she thought she was superior to. Her attitude was that everything should be free and that she was entitled to everything even if it meant stealing. I came to realize that she’d become very jealous and think others where conspiring against her.

The evil part comes in when she slipped up to a mutual friend who informed me about the cat I had given her. They had a friend who was selling kittens and had been asked by her to give her a kitten if she could.

The answer she provided when asked what happened to the cat you have now was that it had died last year.Basically she had gone a whole year without telling me my cat had passed away and when I asked she always acted like she loved that cat.

She never she was caught and shortly thereafter made up a whole jealous excuse that she didn’t want to talk to me anymore because of a contest I won because we had both entered it but I knew it was because she had been caught in a lie because it was within the same week I was told this information and she started acting strange around me.

However this was just the tip of the iceberg because not long before this happened she came to a family member’s funeral because she claimed that she knew them from working with them.It was true however she didn’t work at this department store long enough to really know them and had not been in contact with them since however showed up at the funeral because it was something well advertised. It was what she did afterwards that was really bizarre.

After not speaking for several months because of her jealousy over the contest and getting caught with the cat lies. I was having lunch with a mutual friend and she comes along and hands me an envelope then sits herself down at a table across the room.

I open the envelope to find the funeral brochure in a Christmas card and a photo of my deceased loved one........ I seen her sitting there with a smile on her face and left before I could deck her out. The disturbing part was that it wasn’t the first time she had given this kind of gift before either.........

Sorry editing to clarify I wasn’t the first person to receive this gift from her either. I found out later on she had a habit of attending people’s funerals she barely knew then harassing their loved ones with funeral brochures or photos after a falling out due to petty jealousy or being caught in a lie or stealing from them.

Username: Stunning-Shape8666

I was in a permanent and fairly good job in San Diego County public health... but my town got hit by a horrible wildfire that destroyed 1/3 of the town. I basically had PTSD because of this and I decided I needed to leave the area. I found what sounded like an ideal job in NC, which would have been a step up; a promotion I had worked hard to get but which was unavailable to me. I was 56 at the time... relevant as you will see.

The job I was offered was an Injury Epidemiologist position with the Injury and Violence Prevention Program; my new boss was the Assistant Director and told me she was getting ready to retire and wanted to "groom" a person to replace her once she retired.

The position was a CDC grant supported position which I was somewhat skeptical about because the old job I had was permanent. However she assured me that they had "plenty of money" and that if the grant which was due for a renewal didn't come through they could pay me through other money they had in the budget. I only interviewed her over the phone, but she seemed very personable so I wasn't worried.

I left CA and moving cost me all my savings and then some debt as well. I found a new apartment and then started my job. Originally she put my desk in her office, because the whole office was about to move.

The third day into the job... she was bad mouthing her boss's boss over the phone when I was there and over heard her. She then threatened to HIT me and break my hands if I were to ever say anything about that...she'd ruin my career. It turns out she made a habit of this sort of thing and did it to at least two other people I knew of.

Normally such behavior alone would be enough to make me quit the job, but I was 56 (and if you have been there you'll know just how hard it can be to find a new job when you're over 40)... and I had spent ALL my money and also got into some debt to take the position.

It got worse from there. She was such a micro manager it was disguising - doing things like telling me where I "had" to live, which grocery store I "had" to use, etc. Not friendly advice like "hey I know a good grocery store near where you're living you might want to check out." And what I "had" to do for the weekend.

She would have me go to meetings with her and then humiliate me by doing things like lying to me and telling me the meeting was with a very conservative group and that I needed to dress like a mouse (grey suit, cream blouse, etc), plus keep my mouth shut and ask no questions and make no comments. It turns out the group was anything BUT conservative and almost all the women but me were dressed in beautifully colored outfits so they looked like a bunch of butterflies... and me like an incompetent jerk.

Final straw... about six months into the job I was approached by the budget person who asked how was I going to get paid after (2 months time). It turns out the boss had lied to me about having money to hire me in the first place.

The CDC grant was not extended, somebody dropped the ball and they missed the deadline... and they had no money to pay me from any other source. I tried looking for other jobs with same title in the state, nothing available unless I'd take a $15K cut in salary. I finally found a job in another state and left.

The day I was leaving, at my exit review with the director.. I told her about the abusive behavior, esp. the threat to hit me. Remember this is in Injury & Violence Prevention. That woman told me "Oh we know about her, she does things like that all the time... but she does such good work we keep her".

What actually happened for years is she'd hire a good person who knew their stuff, would mistreat them until they left... and then claim that their work was work she did. I have never worked for a more evil person.

Username: RetiredEpi

The man my sister dated for a few years. Master manipulator and as he started to get ahold of her he flat out told us she belonged to him now and he would be making decisions for her. He beat her, drugged her when she didn't know it, got her addicted to fentanyl and heroin.

When he beat her though, he knew she had a brain injury and would intentionally hit her in the head because it made her go quiet. He also stalked her family (us) and at one point showed up at my mom's house to rob her. She escaped him and locked herself in her car where he then used a pic axe to try and get to her and beat the shit out of her car.

After they were kicked out out of an apartment we went to get what we could of her stuff. We found cell phones with videos of him admitting and laughing with his friends about hitting her "in the sweet spot" to make her shut up and leave him alone.

Also video footage of him stalking around my street and house and my sister's street and house, babbling to himself in a drugged state and saying he was going to murder us all. The mother fucker also let his friends rape my sister when she went unconscious from the drugs he was slipping in her drinks and such.

Issue became so bad we reached out to one of his ex girlfriends who was almost too terrified of him to talk to us but confirmed that he did drug her drinks too and begged us not to tell him where she s been hiding from him.

This guy was pure evil, as was his father who was a millionaire from shoving his own wife out of a moving car, killing her and taking legal control of a brilliant Paton she had created, which is where the money came from. He told police they got into a fight and she jumped from the moving car.

He would literally buy off the police all the time. We had a detective from another county tell us they were investigating it and to carry a gun and do the deeds ourself the next time he attacked because it would be easier to clean up with him dead from an active attack then to figure out all the corruption his dad had going on in the force.

I know this to be true because when my sister tried to get away from him, the police would suddenly be driving by the house a lot or would stop in and ask about her. She wasn't in legal trouble and they would beat around the bush about why they were asking but we would never tell them where she was.

The whole thing was crazy and though she finally got away from him, he's still out there absolutely destroying the lives of the women who fall for him and honestly if I ever catch him in a dark ally, I will end his life and go to jail for it without complaint because it would be the best thing I could ever do with my life.

Stopping that monster from ruining so many others. He is literally pure evil chaos, walking the streets as his daddy pays his way out of any legal consequence.

Username: wildflowersummer

I moved across the country with my then boyfriend (now fiance) in my shitty PT Cruiser a few winters back, and along the way we had to stop unexpectedly due to a massive snowstorm that came out of nowhere.

We were WAY out in the country, and the only place to stay within maybe 30 miles was this little rundown motel outside one of those "towns" that has maybe a few houses, a corner store, and a post office. The snow was really starting to come down and was already ankle deep, so I asked my boyfriend to grab our bags while I went to get us a room.

The reception area was a circular room the size of a closet with a tiny front desk and weathered door behind it, and there was a sloppy-looking middle-aged man on his phone sitting in a chair behind the counter. When I walked in, I immediately felt on edge.

I didn't have a choice, so I asked if he had any rooms available and said that I'd gotten stuck in the storm. He was silent for a moment and just sort of looked at me before slowly saying "...yeah, I have a room for you" and smiling. But it wasn't a friendly smile, it felt threatening and just *wrong.*

Alarm bells were going off in my head at this point, but he hadn't actually done anything so I told myself I was just on edge from the storm. He stood up and procured a room key (literally just a rusty key attached to a small wooden block with a number on it) from a drawer before leaning over the counter towards me and asking for my name.

I took a step back and told him, and he repeated it a few times before writing it down somewhere and *chuckling under his breath.* He handed me the key and stood up to point towards the rooms when my boyfriend burst through the door with our bags, at which point I immediately turned around to greet him and gave him a hug.

Maybe important to note is that I'm a young female, and my boyfriend is (thankfully) built like a linebacker. As soon as he came through the door, this guy's demeanor changed entirely. He stood up straight, stopped talking quietly/under his breath, didn't even look at me, and just acted like a whole other person.

I pointedly introduced him to the front desk guy as my boyfriend and asked for a second key, at which point I swear he scowled for a second before resuming the act. I paid for the room and grabbed the second key and dragged my boyfriend out the door with me.

As we were settling in I asked if he'd noticed anything weird, and he said that nothing was *wrong* but that he'd gotten a weird vibe from the guy that made him uneasy despite him being perfectly pleasant in his presence.

It could have been nothing, but I don't know if I've ever felt quite so uncomfortable in someone's presence before. That combined with how differently he acted around my boyfriend make me think I might be VERY lucky I wasn't traveling alone.

Username: funkyfunyuns

In prison I met a guy who ate a baby girl because she screamed when he raped her. He had the most beady eyes I had ever seen. You could tell he had been brutally beaten many times in prison, respectfully so.

We met at the optometrist (yes they have them in there). The guard was actually pretty cool and told me that this guy was on the way and in PC, so I was going to have to be handcuffed to my chair while he was here (him as well).

I sat there for the 1st few minutes in shock just staring at this animal, then I asked him if it was true. He said, and I quote very accurately as it was all branded into my brain, along with years of replaying over and over while I waited for freedom, "you would be surprised what you would do if you knew you had the opportunity to do it and not get caught".

Of course I replied that he did infact get caught though, to which he replied "yeah, for that one. Just like you did. I bet you got caught not thinking you would get caught, just like many times before when you were lucky. " And this next part has haunted my perception of people since then because it may be true for many, " everyone is just a nasty animal who holds back their true desire because of society.

I ain't even that bad if you were to read the true desires of those close to you. You look at me like I'm an animal. The real animal is hiding behind a lie that convinces you they are not one. They are the sickest and most volatile. They are the ones you call friend, lover, and family.

You just don't know you are drowning in a swamp of evil because they all convince you you aren't. We's dog, boy. We ain't meant for polo shirts and white sneakers. We's nasty dogs." Then the mf'r woofed at me like a dog. I immediately stopped talking to him out of shock. His deep southern white draw fucked me up hard.

What does this life really look like without societal restrictions and morals? This guy ruined so much for me. Now when I get pissed and think about how I want to smash an annoying persons head or something like that, I remember his eyes, his walk, his gnarled fingered, and weird voice reminding me that he is right.

How many times have you said or heard "urgh, I just want to kill them" to a bad driver or ignorant shit head. So my philosophy is that while today in 2024, we globally distrust our governments, are tired of the control, disregard police, and seek a revolution, we should pay a little respect to the animals it (the system) keeps at bay.

Even despite all the Clinton pedo rings and human trafficking.... It could be a whole lot worse without them. The boogymen are real, but as long as the system has the lights on, they stay back... Most of the time.

In case you're wondering, Greensville Correction Center, Virginia. Before death row became the intake processing center. IYKYK.

Username: biden_crimesyndicate

My neighbor that lived across from me when I first moved to my current house. Old guy seemed like a hard nosed northern Yankee German asshole from day one.

Anyway, to make this very long story short. After about a decade of living across from each other he came down with a terminal illness. A few months before he died he got scared of what was about to happen to him and was terrified of going to hell.

I just gave him a cut and copy reply of "Confess your sins and God will forgive you. If you truly mean it". A couple of days passed and he called me over scared out of his wits because of some pains in his chest. He wanted to confess. So I said I would listen but that he had to say the words to God and not to me.

Then he began confessing and it was hard to be in the same room with him. He told of his childhood in the Bronx in the 1940's running around with other German boys grabbing little kids off of the street and raping and then killing them. They would cut the bodies up into small pieces and throw the parts all over the city. Mostly feeding them to packs of dogs. These were 5-10 year old kids being butchered by a group of 5 teenage boys.

When I asked him how many kids? All he could guess at was more than a couple of hundred. He said that no one ever went looking for little immigrant kids when they went missing and nobody looked for black and Mexican kids. He then went on and confessed to killing his first 2 kids because he got angry with them.

Then he said the one he failed to kill was permanently brain damaged from a hammer strike when he was 3 years old. He confessed to molesting lots of foster children he had over the years and also killing his first 2 wives because he thought they cheated on him.

To say I was disturbed by what he said is an understatement. For the next few weeks I talked to him and got as much detail as I could about everything he did. Who the other boys were, if he knew any of the kids and then I kept calling the New York city police, but no one ever returned my call ever.

Eventually he died and me and a neighbor had to go through his belongings. What we found would make any normal person puke their guts up. He had photos, magazines, poloroids, and devices used to torture people. All his little mementos he kept as prizes of a sick life.

His sexual perversion wasn't just limited to tiny children. He was into sex with animals also. He had handwritten letters that he never got around to sending that recalled lots of his childhood activities. They were addressed to his childhood friends about what they did.

These were written in the 60's and 70's. He was the most evil person I have ever come across. I truly hope he burns in some kind of hell for eternity. And I don't believe in hell.

Username: vaylon1701

A coworker who was recently, and thankfully fired from my workplace. I work at a retail store and she was hired on as seasonal help. I liked her at first but after the first week I could tell she was off. She was constantly rapping for me even though I would tell her not to.

She begged everyone for rides home and for money. She also bragged to me how her CT foodstamps hadn't been cancelled and she already had her OH foodstamps so she was gonna use both.

I was pissed because she duped me into buying her food once. I don't have all kinds of extra cash to throw at this girl. She was at the mall side and you aren't supposed to ever leave your station. She asked me to buy her some stuff and I said yes.

Now its pretty common knowledge with all the cashiers that, in that context, "Will you buy me x" mean "I can't leave so will you take my money and buy x for me." As I was returning with her food she was insanely thankful and then I said "Wait, you are paying for this right?"

She just laughed it off and insisted she would pay me back later. I held on to the bottle she grabbed from me and stared her down, telling her absolutely no more favors until I was repaid for this. She laughed it off.

The next week, she came over, fake crying and saying she was at her lowest point and could I please buy her dinner. "Please joaniesteelie, you're my best friend." I told her that if I was her best friend then we both were in trouble. After that I was her enemy.

Everyone at work despised her cuz she was constantly using us and then violently retaliating against us for refusing to be nice to her. She would report you to HR for looking at her funny. She flat out refused to go to certain registers or do certain chores.

Everything turned around when she accused my manager of being a racist for sending her to the mallside every day because she was black. No idiot, you get sent over there because you are over 21 and we were drowning in underage employees at the time.

After that all the supervisors were afraid of her for some reason and for a month solid she ruled the roost. I just couldn't get it. The power trip must have gone to her head because she burned every bridge and bit every hand that fed her. She literally became everyone's enemy.

Finally she was fired when she was caught retaining the account numbers from customers' loyalty cards and draining their points for her own purchases. I can get rationalizing stealing from the company you work for, but stealing from customers seems extra malicious.

She also tricked a new girl into overriding a bunch of stuff for way cheaper than it was supposed to be. She was caught on the security cameras and fired at last. Actually had the nerve to cry on her way out. I can't say how noticably peaceful and positive the store has been since she has been gone.

When I was told by the others she had been fired I couldn't stop smiling. I don't usually like to see coworkers go, but this girl was just a terrible and manipulative person. I wasn't sorry for her at all.

Username: [deleted]

I have a person in mind that still disturbs me to this day and I worry for his girlfriend and child everyday. I went to middle/ high school with this guy who loved to burn random shit, light peoples stuff on fire, and burn religious material. I’m not extremely religious but I do respect others beliefs.

That wasn’t even close to the worst thing he’s done though. He would constantly call his mom a bitch and scream at her if she would not buy him exactly what he wanted from the store. But would not help her bring in any groceries or do anything around the house.

He would regularly scream racial slurs at people and bully others and would also regularly steal things from older people who could not defend themselves or see it coming. He also lived next to my friend. He would regularly sneak into my friend’s yard and steal her chickens and cut their heads off and/or burn them alive.

Any little animal such as birds or mice he could get his hands on he would torture and/or light on fire as well. He would also ride his motorcycle around with steel-toed boots on and kick dogs on the side of the road as hard as he could in the ribs (probably breaking them). In my opinion that’s not the worst he’s done to animals.

He had a dog (a dog he probably had for a decade or so which was his families favorite) one night he got super drunk with his friends and lit his golden retriever on fire while they all laughed and thought it was funny. He almost had lit his house on fire in the process where his family was staying. His dog burned to death and his family didn't seem to do much but was mortified.

He fits what’s called the “homicidal triad” 1. Animal cruelty 2. Arson (fire setting) 3. Enuresis (bed wetting) typically to a later than normal age. His sister had let me know that he bed wetted until a very late age and they had to get rid of a mattress that he peed on throughout multiple nights many times.

Now he has a girlfriend and they just had their first child after a miscarriage (possibly after 2). He has never had a job other than possible drug dealing and she has only had minimum wage jobs from what I am aware of they both live with their parents and neither have any parental skills as he is more than likely a socio/psychopath with bipolar disorder and she has bipolar disorder with other mental illnesses.

They both just became adult aged individuals and I genuinely worry for the safety and wellbeing of her and their child. It makes me wonder if there was anything anyone could have done to stop any of this from happening.

Username: Loose-Pick-1974

He was one of the most talented people I knew at Carnegie Mellon University. Beneath that ragged long black beard and crazy hippie hair was a scrawny little fellow gifted with golden hands. Like Da Vinci himself, he could draw masterpieces with a wax stick and create amazing computer renders as a first year. His final presentations were never failures. My admiration for him stopped with his skills.

With all that talent, he had the eyes and soul of a demon. Evil radiated out him as insatiable hunger like certain creatures of lore. I was wary at first because I knew some kids jump off the deep end the first year they're not under their parents watch.

It happens and usually they mellow out by second or third year into responsible adults. That dude went further and never turned back. As a first year, he gathered like-minded talented people into a clique of miscreants who went on to do terrible things in secret while masquerading as the golden A+ students in front of the professors for all five years.

He bashed the only black guy in our year until he felt like he was only let in for his race. He chased the women and creeped them out with his inappropriate behavior. And he loved to find ways to torture me too.

One point, he tried to light my hair on fire, which I don't know why. At the height of his secret evil, he was the face of Soarch to prospective students with those brochures while still being one of the main perpetrators of Shuffle (school hazing thing). I kid you not.

His downfall came when a freshman forwarded his Shuffle rape threat to the dean. He ended up finishing his extra fall semester in shamed isolation from the other students, I believe; but not before he and his buddies lashed out at the one person they thought was the snitch in their own year and broke something inside him.

Since then, that name has been hushed and all school promotional material that pictured his face was thrown away. (I should know as it was my summer paid job following all that chaos to separate and discard them.)

His evil remains unforgettable as it's the one thing that separates his great talent from great success. He now sits at home with his parents drawing perverse art and posting it to twitter. To this day, many of us consider him far too dangerous to ever allow him to reconnect. He still appears to hate those he blame for his downfall and that concerns many alumni who still recall his voice with perfect clarity.

Username: playingwithechoes

The girl who catfished me for 2 years. Completely evil, and didn't care about my emotions. She completely manipulated me. The sad thing is she looked and sounded like a guy. Naturally. She first pretended to be a boy named Jaden who had lung cancer.

And then a year after we started dating he died. I was at work. Just started putting my life back together. Sadly Jaden never existed. In my agony she then contacted me as Jadens best friend Brandon. I should have listened to that guy feeling when I heard his or her voice.

They sounded the same. But I didn't. I was drowning in misery, over a fake death. That's right. This person put me through a fake death. After I already experienced the kids of someone very close to me from breast cancer that they knew about.

After Brandon and I got together it only got worse. He said his ex was drugging him, abusing him, beating him, and mentally it was torturing me. I flew to his state to try to rescue him where he said he was in the hospital, but he no one by the name I had given had been at any of their branches for the past 6 months.

I was left at the airport tired, hungry, and stranded in a state where I had no relatives and thought I was in danger, but then that call came where he told me everything was a lie, and he wasn't who he was and blah blah blah. I fell to my knees crying and wailing in that hospital parking lot.

Then when I was numb I threw the ring away he game me in a nearby trash, and the memory ring and earrings for Jaden with it then I called my parents crying and they bought me a ticket home.

Even still I forgave her, my stupidity! She toiled with my mind, and changed me completely. After that incident She said she had liver cancer, sand 2 days before Christmas said she fell down the stairs and became a paraplegic. I stayed loyal and dedicated to this girl pretending to be my boyfriend.

But In April the following year I had about enough and tricked her. She told me her mom had died in a car crash when they were 15. So I told her I wanted to send send Ronda, her said roommate a present in the mail but I need her last name. She stupidly fell for it, I found her on Facebook, and asked her if she cared for this boy.

And she replied, "Hunny that's not a boy That's my daughter. I'm not dead lol. No she doesn't have cancer, she's not paralyzed, and no n she was not abused." And there you go. The most evil person in my life. Dominique Divine.

Username: Emiekio

On a small scale, a college professor of mine. Failed about 90% of his students, refused to elaborate or help with questions, was very demeaning and cruel. Noticed that most of the people passing his class were young women, and there was definitely some heebie-jeebies there. He was a creep, an asshole, and from what little power his position provided, an abuser.

On a more dramatic scale? Dude I met at a local pick-up frisbee event while I was in college. My first meeting with him, he tried to abduct (at least) two separate women, but the crowd intervened both times and he ran off. Joined a public D&D group like... 5-ish years later?

Was having a good time, then a new guy joined - everyone seemed to know him, and treated him like a good friend, but I felt something was off. After a while, I realized it was the same guy from the frisbee event.

Before I had that realization, a new girl joined the game, and this guy started this long thing about "I've not been a good friend, I'm sorry that I'm struggling with so much, I want to be better" and it was like... The only way I can describe it is that his words with dripping with tar and sludge.

It was all so fake, more fake than an a plastic houseplant. It felt a little bit sickening to hear him speak, and I can't explain why. I thought he was doing a very unfunny bit, and I let out an uncomfortable laugh, before I got shushed and realized that literally everyone else around the table was eating it up.

"Oh, buddy, we're always here for you." "We love you, man." We'd do anything for you, whatever you need, you're wonderful." And I just sat there like a deer in the headlights, had no idea what was going on. In retrospect, he was baiting the new girl in - found out later on that he SA'ed her more than once over the next two years.

Turns out, the dude was just... a complete predator of woman, and he was doing this constantly, find new victim, get her into a situation, SA, move on. I have no idea how he wasn't in jail, I have no idea how people didn't see through him, I don't understand any of it.

I was disgusted with that group in general and left like 5-6 years ago, have no idea where he's at now, but... If he's not around, the world will be a safer place, that's for sure. Some people are evolved to eat people. All too often, monsters look like humans.

Username: xRocketman52x

I never met them, but I wish I did because had sixteen-year-old-me-known their name, he would have found some way to fuck them up.

My sweet great-aunt and great-uncle died within what I think was a week of each other in 2019. They were in their mid-90's, absolute rays of sunshine, really lived up to the ideals of Southern hospitality. My great-uncle was a world war 2 vet and he let me interview him for a school project.

They were an adorable couple, too. I hope I'm in love with someone someday the way they loved each other. They had to go stay in a nursing home after a series of health incidents and were in the same room in the same nursing home when my uncle passed.

The miraculous thing was, when we went to see my great-aunt, she looked SO MUCH BETTER. She was sitting up, there was color in her cheeks, she'd combed her hair and put on her glasses, she was laughing and eating the Hershey's kisses we had brought her.

I remember us saying that Uncle Bill must have given her his strength before he had to go. I remember her repeating to herself, "I'm going to get well. I am going to get well." And we believed it. She was a tough country lady.

Suddenly, barely a day later she was dying and we rushed to the nursing home to say our goodbyes. She couldn't even open her eyes. I remember her struggling to say something when I hugged her for the last time. She died that night, and according to my grandmother, she smiled just before she took her last breath. It was so sudden.

Come to find out she had fallen out of her bed that night. She had pressed the emergency button repeatedly for help, which should have alerted the night nurses. But nobody came. I remembered seeing nurses during the day just sort of sitting around on their phones.

One of them must have been on duty that night. They left my great-aunt lying there on the tile for over four hours. She could have lived for several more years if those lazy bitches weren't on duty.

I still have nightmares and fits of anger about it years later. They really meant a lot to me and my family and were like a third set of grandparents. My aunt didn't deserve to go out like that.

Username: [deleted]

We'll call her Mystery Bitch X. This girl moved from Alaska all the way to California and landed in my middle school. My teacher placed her next to me in our science class. She was over weight but still pretty. I became her friend after about a week and things seemed good, for awhile.

At my 14th birthday party, she asked my parents at the dinner table " Is ____ going to die a virgin?" (she was referring to my older brother, who I presume she had a crush on ) Everyone dropped their forks, and my brother didn't come out of his room the rest of the night.

Things just snowballed after that. She called me non stop, tried to copy my class work constantly ( which landed me detention ), and poked her nose in everyone business.

I sat down with her one day ( alone and away form other people ) and told her I couldn't be friends her anymore because I thought she was really rude. She got so mad and said "You'll regret this!" The next day, she passed around drawings of her cutting my head off with a knife saying "NiseNise is dead.

YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!" I flipped the fuck out because she knew where I lived. When she got caught, she tried to take it back. They uncovered a journal in her back pack full over other terrible writings on other students. The school was only going to give her a 5 day out of school suspension, but her parents decided to remove her and put her on home school.

Once everyone found out the begging of next week, ALL of the people who picked on her told me what a terrible person I was for getting her kicked out of school. I was dumbfounded! These were the people who bullied her constantly and got away scotch free, and I get shunned for telling her i didn't want to be her friend anymore? I about imploded.

Even after almost 8 years, I still have people come up to me and say "Are you the girl that got MGX kicked out of school?" ( The down side to living in a small community and going to the nearest community college )

I don't doubt she had problems and some us think she was actually molested ( based on other facts when observed in middle school and high school ) But she still didn't have to right to do what she did to me.

Username: [deleted]

A former friend. We were both wrestling fans. He walked into my liquor store and later that night FB messaged me asking if we were hiring. Initially I said no but knew we needed help & relented. He put on a facade and got hired. Didn’t take long for me to think maybe I made a mistake.

We trained him but he just kinda did what he wanted. The owner is very specific about where things go. Example: a box of 6 pack angry orchard bottles. The rule is you stock what you can in the cooler and out the rest in the malt room.

Brent didn’t do that. He sat the box in the cave on its side in some random spot. He’d empty boxes & put them in the back shelf...again not what he was told to do. That just annoyed me but I knew then we needed help so I tried to work with it.

My manager told me I’m supposed to do registers since I’m seasoned, she didn’t want him doing it. Yet every time a cute girl would come in he’d try to insist he do the register. It soon got to a point I’d send him home early because his stupidity was annoying.

One night I lock the door & do the money. I put it in its hiding spot and do a one last check. I hear the door open. I think he’s talking to his ride. I get up front and nope! He met a customer in. I told him dude we’re closed. “But he wanted a drank.” We’re closed! I wasn’t mad at the customer.

After the customer leaves I take my key out & tell him dude lights are off, door is locked, & im putting money up we’re closed DONT UNLOCK THE DOOR. What became norm for him “....ohhhh.” He used the store to flirt with females & even ran off to take a couple shots with these college guys. I told my manager the next day so my ass was covered.

I tried not to tell him about the hold policy because too many former employees abused it. I knew he drank worse than me & he tried to buy after hours for customers who arrived after we locked the doors. During our down time conversations I learned that this was someone I wasn’t a fan of.

Discussing his family he said his daughter said mean things about him so he didn’t talk to her. I replied she’s 13 of course she will she’s a teenager. But big events like graduation she’ll want her dad there & you not talking to her will only hurt her. “She still said mean things.”

Didn’t like his mom was lesbian. Didn’t like his dad wouldn’t sacrifice his home for him. Talking wrestling he showed he REALLY liked Alberto del Rio. I replied del Rio is real pos. He assaulted Paige, ran his own company into the ground, threatened triple H, & no showed events just cause so to me he’s a POS. Brent’s response was “business and personal aside he can go.”

His best response was he can go. At that point I knew they were tired of him & were going to fire him. I had no intention of fighting to keep him on. Last straw was his last night. He’s actually stocking a little bit. He grabs a big bottle of Evan Williams and put the top half in and slams the bottom half in.

I heard that crack! Shelf floods with alcohol. I immediately run to grab towels. I tell him Jesus Christ dude you have to be gentle! I’m emptying the shelf and cleaning it. He’s just standing there. I tell him dude please be gentle. His only response was “show me.” I was done with him.

I wanted to say everyone knows what happens when glass hits glass hard enough or I thought everyone did. The next day they fired him. 2 weeks later I decided I didn’t want his negativity in my life so I blocked him in every way.

Username: CBguy1983

In graduate school there was this guy. Craig. Craig was my classmate and peer for much of the program. We often spent long hours talking at length about great worldly things.

But one day I came to class and the Professor, Dr. Herenium, who we called big H, looked at me and said “Eugene(That’s me btw) I just saw Craig steayour box of decorative gnome statues that you had been storing in the classroom.

“What” I say, “This is most troubling” “He must be trying to sell them on an online marketplace because of there high quality and amazing decorative aura”. I then say “Big H, which way did he go?” “I saw driving him driving over toward downtown” “Damn” I said “He must be trying to escape into the city”

I grabbed my coat from the ground( I dropped it accidentally earlier) Anyways as I was walking out to my truck ( I drive a white Nisan pickup) I get a call. I pick up “ Hello” “Hello Sir” “This is police Chief Juliana Peters” “I just wanted to say we recovered your expensive looking ornaments from a crash site”

“It looks like a bus of parakeets (the bus was a zoo transport bus and was used to get animals to different zoos) was hijacked by an insane gnome wielding man.” “Oh my gosh” I say “ That must of been Craig” “ Oh really ( this was a common expression at the time not really used anymore but just a show of skepticism at the aforementioned statement) I’m skeptical of that” she said.

Well anyways it did turn out to be him and he was hospitalized for several weeks due to serious burns from the crash. His trial was fairly long but eventually they found him Guilty and sentenced him to 9 years in prison for Felony burglary of the gnomes and the subsequent hijacking and crashing of Zoo property along with the bodily injury of the driver who needed 7 stitches on his elbow after being thrown out of the cabin by Craig.

Anyways I visited Craig the other day. I was just there to gloat at him. He doesn’t have any family and is so starved for attention he just sits there and takes it. Anyways it turns out that Craig didn’t do. He at his brothers Bat Mitzva at the time.

His family testified on his behalf but unfortunately my government didn’t allow minority testimony at the time so they were thrown out. I guess the real evilest guy would be the other guy that actually stole unrelated gnomes ( or maybe he stole mine because I still have a set of gnomes but only one set).

But anyway the real evilest( well I never really met him) but it was the guy that should’ve gone to prison instead of my good friend Craig.

Username: Kalgal2424

My oldest sister is 10 years older than I am. My parents divorced when I was three because my dad was cheating on her. My mom had to work a lot because she had four kids to raise and my dad was stingy with money. So my oldest sister baby sat me a lot.

I have an amazing memory. One memory is of her telling me that mom and dad splitting was my fault and how I was a horrible person and how she wanted me to die. I was four she was fourteen.

Once she tied me to a ladder and sprayed me with water then left me there. She got a big wolf hybrid dog that would maul me everytime it saw me. She would put me out in the back yard against the fence. I would be crying in terror and she would jump forward to get me and the dog would bite me and she would laugh and laugh.

She and my other sister once pulled my arm out of socket because my oldest sister was trying to lock me in the closet. She would do anything to traumatize me and the only time I was safe was when my brother was home because he'd kick the crap out of her.

Luckily, she got married when I was ten and she was twenty so things were a little better, though she left me at the mercy of my other sister who was almost as bad, middle sister was older sister lite. I promised myself I would never be like them.

Flash forward. My mom died and left everything to me. I split everything with them four ways. Flash forward a few more years. I began having marital problems and my oldest sister asked me if I had been a good enough wife to my husband. I asked my siblings to help me by a $100 bike. You would have though I asked them for their first born. They told me I was an evil person for daring to ask them for money.

There are a million other things my oldest sister did. She has absolved herself of everything she did to me with the phrase. "I was just a kid. I don't remember that." I was five. She was fifteen beating the crap out of me, scaring me, torturing me and scarring me.

She's a cunt. I have nothing to do with her anymore. She plays the OH POOR ME! I don't know what I did. I'm praying for her game with everyone. On top of that her husband is almost as bad as she is. AGH!

Username: [deleted]

Does comically evil count? Fortunately I have never met anyone dangerously evil but several who were comically evil.

The one that sticks out most in my mind was when I worked in a small electronics assembly warehouse during college. The assemblers were mostly older latino women soldering wire harnesses, and the shipping and receiving person was an old racist white guy whose work area was in a locked wire caged area at the back of the warehouse.

He was also incredibly gassy all the time, and I mean like decomposing flesh gassy, so much so that people hated interacting with him because he used to love it when a worker had to come to his cage to get parts and he would smile and let out the most horrendous farts.

I didn't know this at the time because he never did it to me but some of the women started asking me to get them the parts they needed, which wasn't my job but I usually had the time (the IT work was very light) so I became the unofficial parts runner, and he was obviously very annoyed by it.

Eventually he complained about it being too hot in his area and demanded management buy him a fan to keep him cool (which was odd because the warehouse was uninsulated and it was always cold) but whatever, they bought the fan to shut him up.

Of course what he really needed the fan for was to blow his farts out of the cage onto the work floor, and it was obvious that was what he was doing. He would be sitting there doing paperwork or whatever and then get up, walk to the fan (which was situated to blow out of the cage) and release a giant, loud fart into the wind (so to speak) and then smile and laugh and go back to his work.

This finally became too much and management noticed and called him in for a chat and me too as well, since I was essentially the witness for the prosecution. And he didn't deny it either, he fessed up to the entire thing, showed no remorse and said he had no intention of stopping, so they let him go.

It still boggles my mind to this day remembering this meeting with several adult human beings actually discussing the who/what/where and why of someone farting to annoy his co-workers.

Username: jumpy_monkey

I work in family law so I see a lot of various evil people. The most evil I've seen so far is a lady (not our client thank god) who is fighting for custody of her kids even though she's had multiple DUIs, stole from a charity, has been abusive to her kids and our client (her former spouse), had such bad behavior in mediations that our client (before he hired us) walked out on multiple occasions because she used the mediations to be close enough to him to harass him and not to actually come to any resolutions.

This woman stole our client's perfectly healthy and sweet dog and had her euthanized just to spite him. My boss (his attorney) told me that and we both cried a little. That poor dog.

She's in court ordered therapeutic visitation with her kids, which just means they meet at a neutral location with a mental health professional present to guide the visits and rehabilitate the relationship. Every session was cut short due to her horrific behavior and the awful things she'd say to her kids.

On a couple occasions the children ended the sessions early because they were so upset by her and on the rest, the therapist cut them short due to the negative impact she was having on the children's mental health, sometimes because she showed up drunk.

The workers at the neutral location tried so hard for this family but she repeatedly called them harassing them, telling them they need to "get off their asses and do their jobs so she can get her kids back already". Eventually they had to terminate their services and ban her.

Somehow, and this is another reason why I think she's truly evil, she's able to weasel her way out of consequences. I have no idea how but she's never done real time in jail despite 100% deserving to. Nor does she get real consequences in the family court.

It's baffling. Especially after the incident where she was brought to the hospital for alcohol poisoning and fought the nurses and threatened to have her "friend" come and kill them all.

She's a vile, rancid piece of humanoid flesh who I dread having to meet in person and I feel so horrible for her kids.

Username: True_Panic_3369

My cousin's biological mother is on par with "scum of the earth". My first cousin (we'll call her Jane) was also the first born. Shortly after Jane was born, she was alone. She learned to make her own bottles and change her own diaper - but a two year old isn't good at anything. Often she would wear the same feety-jammies filled with her own poop.

When Jane was three, her younger brother (we'll call him Joe) was born. Their mother tried her hardest to abort Joe on her own. This included coat hangers, drugs, ramming herself against walls, etc. Joe was born with his eyes open from all the drugs she had been doing just before labor. CPS got involved at that time, and custody was given to my Grandmother, and both parents would be able to go to classes and supervised visits to earn their kids back.

During the initial hearing, my uncle plead guilty to his drug charges, and started paying up, and earning out. My cousin's mother gave up custody without blinking an eye or shedding a tear. Fast forward 14 years, and my uncle and cousins are living a happy healthy life with my grandmother. It is now, that this woman writes a letter to Jane telling her how much she wants to be with her, and misses her - nothing about Joe.

Jane decides to give her a chance, and meet her. When she finally gets to meet her, she finds out she has a few other siblings from a few other fathers, and that none of them are being cared for by this woman.

During the year Jane had a relationship with her, she "borrowed" a few hundred dollars from her, constantly verbally abused her, and a few times left her youngest child (5) "with Jane". Jane would get a message saying the kid was at the park, go pick him up, and he would have been there for hours already.

Jane had her own baby, and when Jane's mother was denied any visitation in the hospital during the birth, or after to see the child, she dropped any and all communication. It feels good to get that out there.

Username: Black_Lace_and_Butts

I knew a guy, sort of just a dude I knew in town for a few decades. He'd dated a good friend of mine, and she explained all the terrible things he'd done, like sleeping around, stealing and selling her stuff, trying to get her to sign loans for him. She left, finally, when he tried to 'sell' her to a friend of his for the night.

So, this guy just exists in my town, and he does the same thing on repeat to everyone he meets. He gets a girlfriend, and tells her he's a 'dom' and she needs to be his 'sub', and then he 'tests' her, by making her do everything from giving him all their money, to prostituting them out, making them get their friends in bed with him, he's branded a few girls, etc ...

I had dinner with him, once. I can't remember the circumstances, but I saw him lift a pile of plates in a no-smoking restaurant and ash in the middle plate. He didn't even laugh, or act like it was a joke or that anyone else should react.

I watched him all night, as he just did little things to fuck people over. Unplugged a phone, grabbed a wallet and tossed it in the trash, etc, etc ... He did these things out of habit. He wasn't angry, didn't know the people he was messing with.

I went to take a piss, and grabbed the wallet up out of the trash and handed it to the owner saying 'I think you dropped this' or something, but the rest of it I just sort of watched in awe.

He's probably still around. The last time I saw him was at the local strip club, where he was ordering his girlfriend to make out with random dudes. When she got to me, I shot him a look and said 'No, thanks'. I don't even remember why I was there, but it's not my usual hang out.

I hear about him from time to time, doing the same shit. He's always with some surprisingly pretty girl, who always has a look on her face like her dog just died.

I've met some shitty people, but never another one as completely dedicated to being the center of chaos at all times. He ruins people like it's a full time job.

Username: User1539

My dad. Complete sociopath. Literally a different person to everyone he meets. Very popular to people he’s just met. The problem is he is only able to hold his act together for a short duration 2-4 hours at a time max, less if alcohol is involved, then he becomes horribly abusive and violent. Even to strangers he’s vicious.

He’s even worse to people that he has something over. Like children and people he employed. God help you if you owe him money or if he owes you money. Either way he knows he has you and you can’t just leave.

He’s literally the worst human being I’ve ever met and I do mean that literally. He does not know how to actually be a human being. He just knows how to pretend enough to fit in. Anyone who stays around him long enough to get to know him eventually cuts him out of their lives.

He has no friends. Almost the entire family has pushed him aside except for one brother who didn’t grow up with him and lived in a different state for 30 years.

He has no idea why the world is so against him. He cries to strangers telling them how mean we are to him. He got several people from his church to talk with us about our abuse of him.

He didn’t like that we told them who he really was. When they told him what we told them he started screaming at them in a rage. He chased them to their car and followed them as they drove out of the driveway.

He thinks he’s smarter than everyone around him. He thinks of himself as a good man and seems to like everyone he meets until they disagree with him about anything. That’s a sign of disrespect to him. And if you don’t respect him enough to do what he says and agree with what he wants then you are attacking him and he has the right to defend himself.

You hurt him first so he has the right to hurt you as much as he can. The fact he doesn’t hurt you even more is just another sign of just how good a man he is.

Username: RunnyPlease

I have a “colleague” from grad school who I consider evil - but not in the normal way. We first met playing in an orchestra in Texas, and he is very charming and funny and friendly! But right away I noticed he gossips a lot, and also shamed me in front of a group of people for signing up for practice rooms, calling me a brown-noser and a try-hard because I wanted to stay on top of my work.

He is insidious, you can never trust him. He is always spreading rumors and gossiping and needs to be in social control of every room he is in. He will make shaming jokes and bring people down until he is the dominant person. He is funny and quick witted, and will be diabetic-ally sweet to get what he wants.

He gets all the professors to love him, gathers up a strong group of friends, and just leads this group in gossiping and shaming and bringing people down a peg constantly - he is always the smartest and funniest in the room, and if someone else is minding their own business and is unconcerned by him? He we will do reckless things to make sure they know he is the best, and to make them feel worse about themselves.

He is sort of a puck character, very charming and funny, but sly and manipulative and devilish as well. Most people can’t see past his bullshit - but I do, and it boils his blood.

There were multiple times where we were hanging in a group talking, and I cracked a funny joke - and he would snap at me. He would loudly make fun of me, shoot me down, yell at me about something innocuous in front of people so I looked bad, he would gossip about me and spread rumors, and try to turn professors against me. He does this to anyone who is not in his group of minions.

I know it’s because he is deeply insecure, but. Honestly he makes the community of working in an orchestra an unsafe space for people and it’s people like him who make my job difficult.

Username: Astrnougat