5 Disturbing Stories That Could Outdo Any Suspense Novel

 

Sometimes, truth is more horrifying than anything you’d read in a cliffhanger. Real life can take unpredicted turns that leave us surprised, baffled, or even fearful. In this article, you’ll experience short but thrilling tales from everyday people who sufferd from moments that felt like scenes from a twisted drama.

Story 1: 

We hired a nanny — a quiet, 24 y.o. girl. My son, 7, grew so attached so fast and threw tantrums when she was away.

Yesterday, I found a laminated photo of my son in her bag. At first, I thought it was sweet. But then, I turned it and froze in horror. She had written 2 words: “MY son.” I was confused and decided to wait until her next visit to ask what it meant.

But that same night, I got a frantic call from a mom. She said, “This girl is planning to take over your family. I hired her a year ago — she became obsessed with my son and eventually seduced my husband. Be careful. Fire her before it’s too late.”

My entire world fell apart. I did what the woman said. The nanny cried, insisting it was all lies, but I couldn’t have her in my house for one more minute.

Story 2: 

My boss scheduled a mandatory video call for 7am. Everyone logged in, cameras on. He didn’t show. We waited 20 minutes before HR ended it.

Later that day, we got an email saying he’d died in his sleep. I figured the call was a calendar error. But when I checked the invite again…

It was sent at 9:12am that same morning. From his work account. With the subject line: “Please be on time.”

I asked the IT department, and they told me that it must be a glitch or that his email was hacked. But I still get chills thinking about it.

Story 3: 

Story 4: 

My office elevator always stopped on floor 4 at 8:00 a.m. No one ever got in or out. Just opened, waited, closed. Every day.

I started taking the stairs and watched it happen from the hallway window. Eventually I asked security why it always did that. They said no one’s had an office on 4 since the layout change last year.

I checked our system logs. The door was being opened manually. And someone was badging in. Using an employee ID that was deactivated 11 months ago.

Story 5:

For illustrative purpose only

Up until I was 9, I thought my stepdad was my real dad. They got a divorce, and I was pretty torn up. I wanted to live with my stepdad, but I couldn’t, and my mom wouldn’t tell me why.

One day, I was going through my mom’s stuff and found a newspaper article for my father’s obituary. He di:ed in a car cra:sh when he was 24, and I was barely 18 months old when it happened. I still, to this day, don’t know why she lied to me about it, and I don’t even know if I should ask. © G0-Kart / Reddit

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