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I’m not a difficult guest, but if I’m paying a $150 cleaning fee, I expect the floors to actually be vacuumed. The place was "fine," but there were crumbs in the kitchen drawers and hair in the shower. I left a polite, honest 3-star review on Airbnb mentioning the grime. About six hours later, just as I was settling in at home, my phone buzzed. It was an official notification from the Airbnb Resolution Center. The host, "Marc," was requesting $640.00 for "Professional Floor Restoration." He attached a photo of a nasty, charred black circle right in the middle of the bedroom floor. His message was pure vitriol: "You absolute liar. You trashed my home. You left a massive burn on the original hardwood. I have to sand the whole room now. Don't think you’re getting away with this." My heart dropped. I don’t even smoke, and I don't own a hair straightener. I knew exactly what he was doing—he was "punishing" me for the 3-star rating b...

# original here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/stories/comments/1ra38ah/i\_thought\_if\_i\_just\_froze\_like\_a\_statue\_my/](https://www.reddit.com/r/stories/comments/1ra38ah/i_thought_if_i_just_froze_like_a_statue_my/) Guys… I’m still shaking but in a good way now?? It’s been like 2 day since the Great Balcony Betrayal and I’ve been avoiding the balcony like it’s radioactive. Every time I hear her door open I duck like I’m in a war zone. But yesterday morning I’m taking out the trash in full paranoid mode (hoodie up, eyes down) and boom — she’s right there at the bins too, holding a recycling bag, looking unfairly cute in oversized sunglasses. She sees me, smiles this tiny, knowing smile and goes, “Hey… survived the heat wave?” I freeze again (old habits die hard), face instantly tomato-red, and manage to squeak out, “Y-yeah… mostly. You?” She laughs — not mean, just soft and warm — and says, “I’ve been wondering if you were ever coming back out. Thought maybe I scared you off forever.”...

Okay, this happened two days ago and I'm still dying inside. I'm 28, live in a crappy apartment building with paper-thin walls and balconies that basically stare into each other's souls. It was scorching hot, like 95 degrees, so after work I stripped down to my boxers, grabbed a bowl of leftover spaghetti, and plopped on my balcony chair to chill. Sauce was everywhere – tangy tomato smell mixing with my sweaty pits, fork twirling those slippery noodles like a pro. Felt like a king. Then, horror: my hot neighbor (let's call her Sarah, early 30s, always waves politely) steps onto her balcony right next to mine, maybe 5 feet away. She's in yoga pants, stretching, and I'm mid-bite with a noodle dangling from my lip. Internal scream: "Oh god, don't look over, don't look over." But she does. Our eyes lock. Panic mode – I freeze like that dumb dog meme, thinking if I don't move, I'll blend into the background. Heart pounding, cheeks burning h...

So the other day I was at the skate park with my friend, we were hanging out another guy pulls out a tupperware full of what looked like cosmic brownies without sprinkles. I being the oblivious idiot I am asked for three of the little brownies this guy had and he said “Are you sure bro?” And I said “Yeah! I love these kinds of brownies!” And then he gave me three of these brownies and said “Right on man!” I ate all three in like 5 minutes… I can’t fully recall how it started but I got a large boost of energy and I had some fun riding around on my BMX bike. Then it hit me… My heart started beating super fast and I started to feel like I was buzzing or something. Then my eyes kind of felt puffy like I had just cried so I sat down because I thought I was about to die. The dude who gave me the brownies came up to me and was like “The hit fast don’t they?” “what do you mean? Did you poison me or something” I replied laughing. He looked at me like he just saw a ghost and said “You know thos...

I am a 32-year-old female with a beautiful baby boy just shy of 2 years old. Today, I went to our local coffee shop because I found out that one of my girlfriends was working there. We got to talking, and I ordered my son a lavender latte (really it was just the lavender cream with warm milk). I have to admit that my son distracted her a little bit because he's so cute and talkative that she steamed the milk a bit too much, so she put it in the cooler behind her to cool down, which was fine. My son and I had absolutely no place to go today, so we shared a little croissant. This is where the story turns - a guy from high school came into the shop. This guy was one of those guys who thought he was God's gift to women but doesn't know how to treat them right, and even in high school, I turned him down. So, what do you think he did the moment he saw me out? If you guess he tried to ask me out, try to hit on me, or any of the variants in between, you would be correct. I was pol...

When I was a kid I lived in Telluride, CO for just under 2 years (family was taking a break from the Chicago area where I'm from) and I ran into him more times than I can count. It was to the point that if I saw him at this local bakery in town called Baked In Telluride, he would ask me what I was getting (this was after the story im about to share). My mother was working retail at the time at a fine art gallery. 2002, Tom was dating Penelope cruz and she had this dachshund dog on a retractable leash. I was on summer break from school hanging out in the art gallery (I was 11, almost 12) with my mother and in walks tom, Penelope and the dog. My mom and tom get to talking about what's for sale, etc and I was tasked with walking the dog around the corner so my mom could focus on the sale. I take the dog out around the square block and bring them back in. Mom ended up selling Tom a painting and a glass vase I believe. I hand the dog leach to Penelope, she says thank you and Tom kn...

Throwaway for obvious reasons. I’ve been a data analyst at one of the largest data infrastructure firms in the world for about seven years now. Most of my day is just numbers, pipelines, dashboards, all the boring backend stuff that keeps the internet functioning. It used to feel meaningful in a weirdly satisfying way. Until around two years ago, when I started noticing things that didn’t add up. It began with a simple audit for a retail client. The data looked fine until I realized that roughly eighty-seven percent of their active users weren’t traceable to any known or consistent activity history. New devices, IPs that didn’t match known regions, even fake GPS trails. It wasn’t bot traffic, at least not in the traditional sense. These were fabricated identities. Whole clusters of them. It was like they were generated just to exist. At first, I assumed it was some glitch with an API sync or metadata corruption. But the deeper I dug, the weirder it got. The user patterns weren’t rando...

I'm Melodi and i'm 18 So I worked at a small clothing store in a mall. Nothing fancy, just hoodies, tees, sneakers. The job was fine, but my manager had mood swings. Some days he was chill, other days he’d snap over nothing. Last week I came back after a few days off and the stockroom was a mess. Boxes everywhere, new stuff not sorted, some items even damaged. I took pics and sent them in our work chat, just saying we should report it. My manager showed up like 10 minutes later, already mad. Started saying I was “creating problems” and “being negative.” I tried to stay calm but I said, “I’m just pointing out what’s wrong.” He goes, “If you don’t like it here, you can leave.” And I don’t know why, but I just said, “Okay.” He looked at me and said, “Then you’re done.” I took off my name tag and walked out. It all happened so fast it didn’t even feel real. It’s been a week. No one called. One coworker told me the manager is now dealing with the mess himself. Lowkey stressed abou...

When I was 13, my parents sent me to a boarding school in the mountains of Southern California. The campus was picturesque, and it was an hour and a half south east of Los Angeles. Many of my fellow students were either the children of the Hollywood elite, or children of wealthy parents from elsewhere. One of my roommates was named Jack, and he was a wealthy kid from Connecticut. Jack lived in a fantasy realm and would tell other students that he was trained in stick fighting and martial arts. He would do “demonstrations” of his stick fighting, and threatened to hurt the staff if they tried to take away his weapon. About a year into my time at the school, Jack and I wound up being roommates. Jack and I lived in a four bedroom dorm room with two other students, and when Jack wasn’t having an episode of delusional fantasy, he was a pretty OK guy. Anyway, one day some kids from another dorm were hanging out in our dorm, it was the end of the night and we were all joking around having a g...

My grandmother was born in 1926 in what was then Yugoslavia, in Croatia. She was just a teenager when World War II swallowed her world. In 1943, at 17 years old, she was taken to Auschwitz. She had grown up during years of hunger and hardship. By the time she arrived at the camp, she was severely underdeveloped from malnutrition. She looked 11 or 12 years old. When they lined everyone up for selection, that physical detail — something born from suffering — saved her life. She was placed with the children. The others she arrived with were sent to the gas chambers. While the children were in line, something unexpected happened. German civilians came to select children to take into custody. A middle-aged couple who owned a private clinic in Germany chose her. Instead of death, she was taken into their home. She became a helper around their clinic. She had her own room. The woman of the house treated her like a daughter. My grandmother stayed with them for 10 years. During that time, she ...

He was a food delivery guy, about 5.9 inches in height and pretty long hair. We ordered food to be delivered at a specific time that was pretty late at night and then forgot about it. After watching the movie we decided to do the deed. She put on this lingerie and was blow drying her hair when he rang the bell. We were surprised who would ring at 11:00 but then it we remembered that it was our food. I was changing cat litter so she looked out of the peep hole. His long hair made it look like it was a woman. She opened the door in lingerie and realized that it was a man. She took the meal and closed the door. He apparently liked what he saw because my wife has the built where when she enters a room, her boobs will enter well before she does. They are literally that nice and I can not blame the guy for ogling but what he did after that was very dangerous. He knew the address so he started stealing our garbage. We would put it out and he would come late at night and take away bags. Thro...

Growing up, I thought my father had everything figured out. He always seemed calm. Bills were paid. Problems were handled. If something broke, he fixed it. If something went wrong, he had a plan. To me, he wasn’t just a parent — he was the standard of what being strong meant. A few years ago, I walked into the living room late at night and saw him sitting alone in the dark. No TV. No phone. Just staring at the floor. I asked if everything was okay. He smiled quickly and said, “Yeah, just thinking.” But his voice sounded tired in a way I had never noticed before. That night I overheard him on a call talking about financial stress, medical bills, and work pressure. He wasn’t calm because life was easy. He was calm because he didn’t want us to feel the weight of it. It hit me hard. For the first time, I saw him not as some unshakable figure, but as a man carrying more than he ever showed. A man who was scared sometimes. A man who didn’t always have the answers but tried anyway. We don’t ...

Seven of the best summers of my life were spent working at a Scout summer camp. The counselors represented the entire spectrum of virginity - from math savants to model airplane pilots, stopping at every ham radio station in between. One year a guy got fired for jerking off in public to pictures of trains. Against this backdrop a single ounce of charisma or rebellion made you a hero and at camp, I was their king. Imagine Ferris Bueller in knee-high socks.  For years I’d been slowly turning up the temperature on pranks - from eating all of the marshmallows out of the industrial dispenser of Lucky Charms, to the time I pretended to be Amish for two weeks. When I knew it would be my last summer there I was determined to pull some hijinx that would go down in camp history. I was 21 and staring down a future full of boring jobs, in offices, where no one ever sang songs or faked a religion. This had to be the best summer of my life. That summer there was a counselor turning 18. He was homes...

A few years ago, I was having one of those days where everything feels heavy for no clear reason. Nothing dramatic had happened, but I felt tired, stuck, and invisible. I still had to go out and get a few things done, even though all I wanted was to stay home. At a small shop, I realized I was short on cash at the counter. It wasn’t a lot, but enough to make the moment awkward. I apologized and started putting things back, feeling embarrassed for no real reason. The person behind me quietly stepped forward and paid the difference. They didn’t make a big deal out of it. No speech, no smile for credit — just a simple “It’s fine” and they moved on. I thanked them, but I don’t think they understood what that small act did for me. It wasn’t about the money. It was about being reminded that someone noticed, that kindness can exist without conditions. We went our separate ways, and I never saw them again. But even now, on hard days, I think about that moment. Sometimes the smallest kindness ...

My name’s Evan Cole, I’m forty-six years old, and I’ve been a landlord for just over nineteen years, which is long enough to get comfortable, maybe too comfortable, because until this happened I genuinely believed I’d already seen every trick a bad tenant could pull. The house was a plain three-bedroom at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac, the kind of place neighbors forget exists, and the tenant, Ryan, had been ideal for almost a year—quiet, respectful, rent always early—right up until the month it didn’t show up at all. At first it was excuses, then silence, and when I finally drove over to check on things, the first thing that told me I was in trouble was the security camera bolted above the front door, cheap plastic, crooked install, aimed straight at the driveway, something I absolutely had not approved or installed. Before I even knocked, the door cracked open and Ryan stood there with his phone already raised and recording, calm in a way that felt rehearsed, telling me I couldn’t b...

So my wife and I have been married for 35 years. I have some medical issues that require me taking blood thinners. We went out to dinner last night at the local Applebee's. We had just finished ordering when my wife noticed a bruise on my wrist. She asked how it happened? I told her "You put the cuffs on to tight last night" a bit louder then normal. She starts to say something back but I cut her off with "And the ball gag was already straped on, so when I went to tell you all I could get out was Unh unh uuunnhhh" the table behind me burst out laughing. My wife is trying to crawl under the table. The waitress was delivering our drinks then and was having a hard time keeping a straight face. My wife finally says "Whatever" We eat our dinner and the waitress comes over after we are done and tells us that the couple behind us paid our bill because we gave them a good laugh. So my wife couldn't really be mad at me.

I live on the east coast of the US and one of my oldest friends, "Ella" lives on the west coast. When Ella's 30th birthday was coming up, her boyfriend of 18 months, "Felix"--who I'd never met--called me and said he wanted to surprise Ella for her birthday by flying me out there to stay with them for a few days. I thought it was really sweet and thoughtful. When Felix picked me up at the airport, he immediately started saying how he didn't know if he and Ella were going to be together long term and just generally saying some not very nice things about her. It was really weird and inappropriate considering he knows we're good friends and I had never talked to this guy in my life. It made me wonder if he was trying to get me to pass this info along to her somehow? It also made me sad for my friend, because she thought they were really serious (they lived together) and were headed toward marriage. I want to add here that Felix, while he had a lot of go...

I was browsing a used bookstore in Seattle last Tuesday—the kind that smells like dust and vanilla—when I picked up a paperback copy of *Dune*. It was beat up, the spine was cracked, and it cost $4. I almost put it back because I wanted a hardcover, but something about the worn edges made me feel like it had been loved, so I bought it. When I got home and cracked it open to page 142, a folded piece of yellow legal pad paper fell out. It wasn’t a bookmark. It was a letter. Dated **October 14, 2004**. The handwriting was frantic, scribbled in blue ink. It read: *"David, I hid the bonds in the hollow leg of the old workbench in the garage. I don't trust Elena. If anything happens to me, check the leg. Do not sell the house until you check. Love, Dad."* I froze. This felt like I was intruding, but also like I was holding a grenade. I looked at the inside cover of the book. There was a name stamped in faint red ink: **Ex Libris: Arthur P. Halloway.** I know the internet can b...

I’ve hesitated to write this because it feels surreal, but with the recent resurgence of the maxwellhill discussions, I can’t shake a few personal memories. In 2010, when I was younger, I was in New Hampshire with my grandmother, who was battling cancer at the time. Through circumstances I won’t go into here, we briefly met Ghislaine Maxwell in a public area, while she was taking pictures with some people. She was unexpectedly warm, hugged my grandmother after a brief convo about cancer, and even commented positively on my alternative style. At the time, it felt like a small, human moment with a celebrity, nothing more. In 2015, years later, I saw her again from a distance at a TerraMar-related presentation. I was there with my ex. We didn’t speak to her, but I clearly remember recognizing her and feeling that odd sense of familiarity. Later on i realised that this was indeed THE Ghislaine we met all the way back then. Then in 2020, I joined Reddit. On an old account, I ended up in a ...

Yo reddit, pure chaos incoming. My bestie (25) has been drooling over dwarf dick for years: “I need to get railed by a little person, it’s my nastiest fantasy”. We laughed, until her bday — she gets wasted and begs: “Find me a dwarf escort or we’re not friends”. We did. Pro gigolo, 4'5", cocky as fuck, great reviews. Hotel room, we bounce, leave them to it for 3 hours. She comes back limping, grinning like she won the lottery: “Best dick ever. He rearranged my guts. 12/10”. Two weeks later — 3am meltdown text: “I’m late. Tits exploding, puking. We raw-dogged… he said little guys shoot blanks lol”. Tests: double lines. Gyno: preggo af. Now she’s spiraling: “50% chance the kid’s a dwarf too! How do I explain my son’s 4'2" at prom? I’ll look like I’m babysitting my own baby!!” Then 10 sec later: “But imagine… tiny toes, tiny hands, I could stuff him in my purse. Cute as fuck tho 👶🍆” She’s waiting on genetic test like it’s a lottery ticket. Options: abort or raise the ...

James and I both started working at Keystone Data Analytics in 2019, right before the pandemic. We were pretty good friends. Every Friday, we went out for drinks with a few of the other software engineers. But like most tech companies, Keystone went fully remote in 2020, and James and I lost touch. James always kept his camera off in meetings. For four years, I didn’t see his face. Then one morning, he turned his camera on by mistake. What I saw was so horrible, I’ll never forget it. “Does anyone have any blocks?” Aisha asked, during our morning standup. “The time-series graphs don’t look right,” James said. “I think there’s something going on with the date logs.” I was the one who’d written the logging code, so I told James I’d look into it. Keystone developed data analytics platforms for government organizations. We’d recently signed a billion-dollar contract to build a new platform for a CIA research project. Everything about the project was very hush-hush. We were all forced to ob...

I've worked as a bank teller for about three years now and I've had some wild interactions but this one from last week takes the cake. Guy walks in around 2pm on a Tuesday. No appointment, no phone call ahead, nothing. He walks straight up to my window and says he needs to withdraw $10,000 in cash. Right now. I smile and ask if he called ahead to arrange the withdrawal. He looks at me like I just asked him to solve a calculus problem. "Why would I need to call ahead? It's my money." I explain, as politely as possible, that we're a smaller branch and we don't keep that much cash in our drawers or even in the vault most days. For large cash withdrawals, we ask customers to give us 24-48 hours notice so we can make sure we have the funds available. Standard banking stuff. Every bank does this. He is not having it. "So you're telling me I can't access my money that I deposited in your bank?" I try to explain that he absolutely can access his...