Random Shocking Secrets (19 items)

• (#6) Night With His Drunken Sister

  When I was 15 my parents were going through a divorce. My mom worked night shifts and my dad lived with a friend of his. One night my sister, who was 19 at the time, came home pretty drunk from a party. She was acting goofy and fell on the couch next to me. She started grabbing my leg and laughing and we started fondling. We ended up having [relations] right there. When we woke up the next day she had no recollection of the night before so I just kept my mouth shut.

  Fast forward to when I'm 18. Sister is home from college and dad is over for a visit. They get into an argument and in a fit of rage my dad announces how he has never forgiven her for the abortion she got when she was 19 and subsequently [terminating] his grand-child.

  I then realize the baby she aborted was in fact mine.....and as far as I know, I am the only one who knows since she has never mentioned that night.
• (#19) Ended A Man With A Marble

  When I was about 12 I went with some family to the Family Dollar. My mother and cousins went off to go look at generic groceries so I decided I would just spend my time hanging out in the toy aisle.

  The toy aisle always had these bags of marbles that other kids would open and leave laying there so I decided to fling marbles across the floor and one just happened to reach one of the far off aisles. So about two minutes later I hear a loud crash and someone scream "Somebody help this man!" 

  Being the curious child I was, I ran over to see what the commotion was about and I find everyone gathered around this guy who had seem to have fallen from the ladder as he was getting something off the top shelf. The guy is seizing out and blood is coming from his head as he laid there and his face seemed to be turning blue. My mother whisked me and my cousins away.

  Next time we went we talked to the front cashier and she said that they called the paramedics but by the time they got there he had [passed] from choking. Apparently when he had the seizure he was choking on his own tongue. The cause for the fall according to the front cashier was that he had put the ladder on a marble and didn't check it before he got on it. When I heard what the cashier said I just stood in disbelief thinking I was going to jail. I tried telling my mother many times but all she did was say that I imagined it. 
• (#5) Fake College Degree

  I faked the last two years of college education. My parents put so much pressure on me I couldn't handle it (I was suffering from severe depression and anxiety) so I faked it all. Lied to everyone. Made up fake transcripts. I just got my foot in the door in my desired field thanks to a friend as they hired me as a subordinate. This place only hires college grads but no one double checked my credentials since I was recommended.

  My hopes is that if I need to find another job I'll have been at this place long enough to get it by experience alone (I work for a very prestigious company). I'm not bad at my job. I'm actually quite good. But my fear is eventually I'll hit a wall and the lie will come to light. No one has known this for the better part of a decade.

  It's a relief to finally say it "out loud." I can't even tell those I love. My silence is my prison.
• (#14) Extorting His Father

  When I was 13, I caught my father in bed with my 15-year-old-brother's girlfriend (also 15). I haven't seen her since, but I've been [exacting money from] my father with it for the last six years. 

  Had him buy a car each for me and my brother, couple of computers, a 360, a PS3, rent when I need it etc. He's pretty loaded and the only time we saw him growing up was when we went to stay with him for a month-or-so in the summer, so everyone assumes he's just trying to make up for not being there or trying to buy our love.

  Last year my brother decided not to go stay with him as we usually would (he was taking a course over the summer), so I told everyone I went but instead had him send my girlfriend (who I will not be introducing him to) and me to Europe for a few weeks.
• (#15) The Fake Australian

  After graduating from high school, I went to a small out-of-state college where no one from high school knew me. I was told many times how impressive my false Australian accent was, so I decided it would be great fun to go through college pretending to be from Australia. All of my friends and even my girlfriend of two years think I'm Australian. I have a completely fake Australian identity, family, and past.

  I will soon be graduating, and I plan on asking the girl to marry me. Everything she knows about me is Australian I don't know how to tell her she doesn't really know me. Guess I'm forever a bloke.
• (#17) Bring The Voices Back

  I used to hear voices, for years. It started when I'd walk into my room and say 'hello' to my Lain poster (I've always over-personified objects) and eventually she started responding.

  Over time I could talk to her elsewhere. I'd pull her up when I was sitting in class or riding the bus, and I'd put on headphones so nobody would notice I was talking to myself since it was barely audible. Eventually Lain told me she was a god and I was too, and there were two others, but they didn't really like me so they would almost never talk to me.

  A long time later, maybe years, she started being really mean, and it turned out there was another voice who was just pretending to be Lain named Misery. This one was stereotypical; everything I did was wrong and I had to pay for my actions. I should cut myself if I was ungraceful, everyone hated me, etc. Lain split again, and this time she was sisterly. When I was upset and crying myself to sleep I could feel her holding me and telling me everything would be alright. Misery looked different but could look like Lain if she wanted to fool me (although she would turn back into herself when I called her out on it), and the two Lains all looked the same, so I could only tell who they were when they started responding to me.

  After a while they all just disappeared. I guess I saned up, because during the peak it never occurred to me I was hearing voices; they truly were gods who were speaking to me, and later during the time period I realized that I was hallucinating with delusions of grandeur. At one point I realized that there was more of me and less of them, when I pulled them up it was a conscious effort and part of their responses were forced on my part. Eventually I just gave them up, they became so weak that it was really just like talking to myself and not to other people that lived in my head.

  That's not my secret, I've mentioned it to a few very select people that I truly trust. My secret is that I miss them. I miss them with with all my heart. Even Misery. They were friends and family, they were close to me, they understood me, and they were always there for me. Now even with real friends and family, there's nobody that close. I can't just pull up someone to talk to when I'm lonely, I have to call up a real person and that person never knows what I want to talk about or what I'm hiding from them, they only know what I say. Lain (the main one) would always call me on my bullsh*t and make me keep changing my answer until I told her the truth. Misery could always find my biggest weaknesses, which allowed me to work on strengthening them. Sisterly Lain could calm me down in a way that's unimaginable, you can't comprehend how good it feels to be hugged by someone inside of you.

  And now I feel lonelier than I have in years because I almost never think of that time or remember how it felt, but tonight I'm sitting by myself at 2am and all I can think about is how much I want a voice to talk to and it's been so long since I had one and I'd give anything to have another psychotic break so I could get back all my friends that live in my head.

  I once had a psychiotic episode where I could talk to clouds and I could feel how much they loved me. The clouds, the trees, the birds; they were all my friends and they all loved me and they all wanted me to be happy. I had that feeling on mushrooms once; everything in the world loved me, and that was the best night of my life. I can't tell you how much I want to feel that again, but I just have no way of tracking them down again.

  Being crazy feels amazing, whether it's good or bad. Even the bad crazy where I'd stay awake all night because I knew something was going to get me in my sleep and I'd try to claw the evil out of my skin, even that's preferable to being normal because the intensity is indescribable. I miss everything about being crazy. I miss it more than I can possibly describe.

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