Underworld Dealings

Greetings /x/. There’s a topic that I’ve been interested in a very long time and it’s something I’ve been trying to do as much research on as I possibly can to find out more details and hear more personal accounts. The topic is on parts of towns and cities that are “shady” or “less legal” I guess you could say and hearing more about what goes down in the underbelly of our world. I’m talking about services in your city that people aren’t aware of or shouldn’t be aware of like hitmen for hire or people who can help you fake your death or wipe you from government or other records entirely, kind of like the guy from breaking bad who runs a shop but is able to give walt an entirely new identity, license and residency in a new state to get the heat off of him. Maybe you even know someone capable of bugging a house or hacking into cameras or something and running surveillance on individuals you’re interested in.

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  1. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    I want to hear absolutely everything that you have heard about in your city or town. It could be anything at all. Something you witnessed personally, maybe someone from a different state told you about something that happened to them or maybe you’ve just heard vague rumours floating around about some underground base somewhere in the neighbourhood. I want to know as much as you possibly know like, “if you go to blah blah street and go down the alley, there is a secret entrance into a basement that takes you into an old military bunker that has all sorts of gear inside of it” and be as detailed as you possibly can and list every piece of gear you saw and stuff. If you’re worried about your location being revealed or possibly getting into shit for sharing info someone has trusted you with then you can definitely censor certain details and maybe keep the area and identities of those involved a lot more vague. I know this board is technically for “paranormal happenings” but let’s be honest, this board is slow as all hell and went to shit a long time ago and speculating about the elite and the occult and the underworld seems to be of a lot more interest these days than telling scary ghost stories to one another. I know it’s definitely more interesting for me at least.

  2. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous
    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      Fricking bots pooping out AI slop.

      There are towns in south texas that are effectively run by sheriffs who act as small time dictators in the local area. All kinds of corruption can be traced to the local sheriffs of those areas.
      >drugs smuggling
      >human trafficking / illegal immigration
      >bribery
      >m*rder
      It's all done in those parts. Probably not a big reveal but still, somebody's got to mention it from time to time.

      • 2 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        >censored the word murder
        we aren't on reddit anymore buddy

  3. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Okay OP, I’ll bite. I’ve heard about some crazy shit going down on the borders between Hong Kong and China, (my family are from Hong Kong and have told me more stories than I could count about the horrible shit that has been done to our people).

    >Heard stories from my family about drugs being smuggled in all kinds of ways both from here to China and the other way around.
    >I’m talking dismembering wild animals and inserting drugs like MDMA into them in a plastic bag or something and attempting to bring them across.
    >The most commonly smuggled drugs here are MDMA, cocaine and heroin and people will do anything to get their hands on it.
    >A lot of “international drug dealers” operate both in Hong Kong and China and have direct links to people in the USA and often import drugs over there for a tidy profit.
    >They use human trafficking rings to acquire drug mules and get them to use the cliché method of stuffing the drugs in a condom or something like that and having them ingest it and then retrieving it later from the mule’s defecation.
    >Not just anyone that they get for this, they use young children quite often as they are less like to suspect a child of any wrongdoing and a lot of licences for security guards strictly prohibit the searching of minors outright or at least without a suitable guardian present who can consent for them.
    >It could easily give them a bad rep, so they slip through the cracks much more often.
    >That’s not all though. I’ve heard of these children sometimes being smuggled in barrels along with the drugs as like an extra safety blanket to avoid any suspicion.
    >Sometimes it’s purely for trafficking reasons though.

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      >I did hear one more rumour along the lines of the dead animal one.
      >I heard that there has been incidents where the drug dealers had actually murdered these children before putting them into the barrel and stuffing as many drugs inside their body as they possibly could to increase profits, but this sounds very unlikely and more like something a kid on a playground made up to be edgy.

  4. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    I have one from my hometown in Scotland that is a little mundane compared to the crazy stuff in this thread but for where I live it is a massive scandal.
    >Small Scotland town.
    >Not going to say where as the population isn’t massive and would make it very easy to find out who I am.
    >Rumours of an underground drug trade operating out of this small town.
    >I don’t think they have a countrywide reach or anything that crazy but they kind of have a grip on the local area and all of the surrounding towns not connected to a major city.
    >They are set up in all kinds of different shops and even in some residential areas.
    >They don’t operate “out in the open” per se but it is clear that they don’t give too much of a frick about being caught or shut down, so I assume they have some kind of connections with law enforcement or in the government.
    >They own different “shops” and “companies” that don’t actually make or sell what they advertise or if they do then it’s a very small amount of the time.
    >All used as a front to peddle drugs to whoever will buy them.
    >They own a small corner shop and even a hair dresser and there’s keywords and things that you can use to buy their products.
    >I’ve never been in one personally that they own or know the keywords, but it would be something like: “take 3 carrots to the counter and say you want them double bagged” and they will charge you however much money and then put a bag of cocaine in there with your groceries or I’ve even heard that they sometimes stuff the drugs inside the vegetables and just add the extra one to your bag.

  5. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    We have all kinds of weird shit happening in London which makes sense if you’ve seen any memes about the place and the crime rate. There’s rumours about a certain shop in the middle of town, (this is in West London just so you know, around Southall), that on the outside looks like a normal Chinese food place, but actually doubles as a place that sells weapons. I’m not talking guns smuggled in and stuff like that otherwise the police would’ve been on them a long time ago. I’m talking about crazy knives and big frickoff swords like machetes and scimitars and other crazy shit. I have no idea if there is a password or if you need to be referred by someone, but I wouldn’t doubt that something like that goes on in this area. Southall is a major shit hole and is quite rough. There’s some decent areas but there’s a lot of young people and a lot of poverty couple with a high crime rate that makes just existing there very scary. The Chinese place also gave me food poisoning and my noodles were fricking cold which was a rip-off but that’s by the by.

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      Speaking of Chinese places, I was personally involved in a fricked up incident that happened in Chinatown in NYC when I was maybe 13 or 14. I’ll greentext it for you to make it a little easier to read but frick /x/, this is the one thing that really sticks with me and makes me wonder if I could’ve maybe done something differently and helped a lot of people be saved from a horrible fate.

      >Be me around 13 or 14 years old.
      >Must’ve taken place in around 2008ish
      >Was in NYC and had lived there for my whole life.
      >Parents were decently wealth, (they had to be to live in NYC lol), but they weren’t really around a whole lot so for days when I wasn’t at school I was left entirely to my own devices and had to make my own entertainment.
      >This means I would go out with friends of mine and ended up doing really dumb shit just to pass the time like exploring a tunnel system that we found, (another story entirely that I can tell if anyone is interested), and doing a lot of urbex and the like.
      >Out with a friend who I’ll call David and we are just goofing off in Chinatown and window shopping and shit and considering getting some food.
      >Our parents had cash but wouldn’t really give us any so that’s why we weren’t balling out and making it rain.
      >There’s actually a few abandoned places around Chinatown that we’d heard about that are fun to goof around in so that’s why we were there.
      >A few shitty ones we heard were haunted or whatever and it sounded interesting enough to us.
      >Also heard that the East Broadway Mall was kinda turning into a steaming pile of shit and was gonna turn into a ghost town any day now, (that obviously never came true lmao), and there was also apparently an access tunnel underneath it that connected to a few other buildings and could let you get into any shop in the mall, but we never found it, so it was probably just an urban legend.

      • 2 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        >So anyway we were just walking around Chinatown and as usual it was absolutely crowded with people.
        >Like, it was difficult to walk even a few steps because there were so many people.
        >Chinatown usually has a tonne of stalls selling cheap, bootleg items for any big name designer brand you can think of.
        >Also selling stuff like israeliteellery and shoes and the like but this is normal and isn’t anything “of note.”
        >Me and David are looking around one stall that is selling Pokémon cards and yugioh cards and the like for dirt cheap.
        >They are very obviously fake though and are just printed off the internet and stuck on the front of crappy cards or sometimes the back was printed too and stuck onto crappy card which was easy to tell wasn’t official.
        >Some were in foreign languages like Spanish and Chinese and had alternate card art or hilariously fake card art that ranged from looking like a third grader’s drawing, or like it was done by a rule 34 artist.
        >Seriously, one of them had a wartortle on it with a tail that was drawn to be very obviously phallic and was like, veiny and pulsating instead of its usual short and curled tail.
        >Some little old lady comes up to us and asks us if there is anything at the stall that interests us.
        >We tell her we’re into the cards but that these are fake ones and that we’re not very interested in spending money on fakes, no matter how cheap they are.
        >Then she tells us in like an old rickety voice that the fake ones are here just as a disguise so that people can’t just run off with their rare and valuable cards.
        >She said that she kept the rare cards and the first editions and such in storage and only takes people down there who clearly have the cash or know their stuff.
        >She says that we clearly know what we are doing and tells us that she will take us into her storage room just around the corner and will let us see her rare cards.

        • 2 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          I know what you’re thinking at this point: this is the most obvious trap in the history of the world, and you are either a massive dumbass or this is the fakest shit I’ve ever read. We were young and stupid yes, but this lady looks to be around 90 years old or something and is quite frail. Both me and David were carrying knives on us because we’ve lived in NYC long enough to know that the police aren’t competent enough to help you if anything goes wrong and that you can only help yourself. If we were old enough to be carrying guns we would have been, especially with the places that we were exploring. We didn’t think the lady had an evil bone in her body, we were armed and overconfident and there were so many people around she would have been stupid to try anything at all.
          >Anyway, she leads us just around the corner where there is a little less traffic, and she leads us down some stairs.
          >We were definitely on high alert but again, we knew we had an out.
          >The stairs go down further and further and the basement of whatever place we had descended into was suspiciously big for some trading cards.
          >Definitely not cheap looking.
          >I ask her if she’s sure this is where she keeps her storage thinking maybe she is just senile and got lost along the way, but she reassures us that they are just ahead in some clear boxes.
          >Problem is though, the room ahead looked to be pretty empty from where we were standing.
          >No storage to be found.
          >David and I start exchanging some suspicious glances and I try to make an excuse really quickly as to why we couldn’t stay.
          >It was something really feeble like “oh I forgot my mom needed me back at so and so time” and the old lady just stared directly at me.
          >Out of nowhere, we start to hear a voice coming from the room ahead of us.
          >It sounded tired and exasperated, like it had been screaming all day long.
          >Even with that, I could tell it was the voice of a little girl.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            >She asks, “is someone else there?” in as loud a tone as she could manage.
            >David and I look at each other again and then too the old lady who has already set off at pace towards where the voice was coming from.
            >I make the mistake of shouting “who is that?” and the girl starts shouting and screaming.
            >Not just her, a couple of other voices of young children erupted and told us to help them that they wanted to their parents and that they were kidnapped.
            >The old lady starts shouting furiously in her own language and I hear footsteps pounding towards us.
            >Some big buff dude appears in the doorway and looks like he is ready to rip us in half.
            >I yell at David to run as fast as he can up the stairs and the buff dude starts making his way towards us.
            >He closes about half the distance, and I pull out my knife and point it out towards him and I yell at him to frick off.
            >I was just kind of mumbling whatever words that I could all slurred into one in an effort to keep him away but the fear in my voice was obvious.
            >I told him I’d use the knife and that he wouldn’t get me.
            >The dude halts for a second pretending to be thinking about leaving me alone and then jolts towards me in one swift motion and my brain goes into overdrive and I am relying purely on instincts.
            >In the space of about one second, I grab the knife so tight that it hurts my hand and then launch it at the guy with as much force as I could muster.
            >I missed and the knife flew straight past him at a downward angle because I am weak and crap at throwing, but the knife does hit the old lady in her ankle area.
            >She lets out a shriek and I book it as fast as I can.
            >I heard no footsteps, and no one seemed to give chase, so I guess the buff guy went to tend to the old lady and decided that was more important than grabbing David and I.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            We both went back to my place after that, and we locked ourselves in my room out of fear that some angry buff man was going to be hunting us down for hurting his mom or grandma or whatever and busting their operation. When my parents got home, I told my dad about what happened and what we had seen, and he berated me endlessly. Called me a stupid, reckless kid and told me I could’ve been easily killed. He had a few more choice words than “stupid”, but you get the idea, and he smacked the shit out of me for good measure while David was still in the house. He made a call to the cops, and they made a stop at our house within the hour. They interviewed me and I told them everything I’ve typed here minus the details about carrying the knives and about impaling the old lady. I just said that I ran immediately and that we ducked away into a crowded area before we could be caught. Gave them the address, told them about the kids screaming and they told us they would check it out ASAP.
            They contacted my dad a couple of days later and told him that the place they took us had been completely gutted and that they left no trace of their identity or any items that they owned. Said they did find a massive bloodstain in the back corner of the room that they were trying to lead us into though, but they couldn’t match the DNA to any known missing children in any nearby state. I often wonder if they killed those kids for calling out to me as soon as I left as punishment and if I might have saved the lives of some children if I wasn’t such a coward and went straight to the cops after we got away. It’s something that I try not to talk about to anyone.

      • 2 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        tell us about the tunnels homosexual

        • 2 weeks ago
          Anonymous

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          Wow wtf dude. Genuinely a good read, I'd like to hear more if you have anything else.

          Okay, back by popular demand I’m going to tell you all about the time we explored a tunnel system that we found under NYC. I suppose “found” isn’t the right word since we learnt about it online but for a long time not many people knew it even existed or just how vast it is. This story also took place around Chinatown and was at the 2nd Avenue subway station that was constructed many many years ago, but the lines were never connected and finished and there are currently no plans for it to be ever used.
          >Be around 2009 maybe 6 months ago or so after we had our scare in Chinatown.
          >David and I cooled down on the exploring for a few months because we were a little traumatized but mostly because my Dad started to keep me under lock and key because he “couldn’t trust me to not be stupid and get myself killed.”
          >Spent most of my time hanging in my room or David’s room but once the heat died down we were off exploring again.
          >During our off time, we started to do some heavy research into other places in NYC that were of interest in anticipation of going out and exploring again.
          >YouTube was still in its infancy, but it was a lot less regulated at the time, so it was actually possibly to find good, niche content and we didn’t have to struggle to sift through the endless stream of slop that it is infested with now.
          >Looked at a lot of interesting urban exploring videos and eventually stumbled across one talking about the 2nd ave station underneath Chinatown.
          >We got together some light gear like a backpack with some food and water and a couple of flashlights as well as that we took some of those glowstick things that you sometimes see because we thought they were cool and wanted to throw them out and have some cool, spooky lighting.
          >One key mistake that we made was not telling anyone where we were going.
          >I mean, we never did before so why start now right?
          >Yeah, this is the one time we really should have done.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            >We make it there and its honestly really easy to get in.
            >Apparently it has just never been used and just sits abandoned basically.
            >We make our way down and its honestly incredible.
            >Rows upon rows of concrete pillars and walls all drenched in graffiti.
            >We started making our way down this tunnel like section and I whip out my flashlight and David is wearing a cool ass head lamp that he “borrowed” from his dad.
            >The section of tunnel we were in I believe was built in the 1970s but again just never used.
            >We saw a tonne of junk littered around, a sleeping bag here and there but no people.
            >It was honestly cool to see some of the tags that people had left on the concrete as some of them dated back to the 90s and stuff.
            >Usually just people’s names and no fancy artwork though.
            >As we made our way almost to the end of the tunnel we came across a concrete stairwell which looked to wind upwards.
            >I say frick it, why not while we’re here.
            >Who knows, we could discover something cool.
            >Like I said, we did a little research online and made some mental notes about the place and a vague layout.
            >The stairwell we were walking up I believe had an exit at the end that came out straight onto the Manhattan bridge.
            >We came out into a bit of an opening that had the final set of stairs at the end that we just had to clamber up and then there would be a covering waiting up at the top that we could lift up and then we would be out.
            >No interesting items so far aside from a load of trash just chucked everywhere.
            >We start to walk towards the staircase but both David and I came to a sudden stop when we heard a rustling sound at the far left of the room.
            >We both turned and looked, both fixed to the spot and we saw what looked to be a gathering of homeless people.
            >One guy looked to be slumped to the ground and trying to get his veins to appear to inject something into himself, god knows what.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            >I think there were four men in total that looked like they hadn’t bathed for a century.
            >Two of them were laying down on some really thin sleeping bags and they had a kind of cooking thing in the centre that looked like it had been used not too long ago.
            >The final guy is standing and just staring off into space.
            >His eyes were bloodshot with a tint of yellow and his body was kind of swaying all around like he couldn’t fully keep his balance or stay in one place.
            >David starts whispering wtf to me and leans in close but kind of stumbles on the uneven ground and accidentally kicks a few small stones which end up hitting the wall and the sound echoes throughout the place.
            >This catches the standing homeless man’s attention and his focus snaps and locks straight onto us.
            >His clothes are bloody and disgusting and his fingers look like he had completely ripped of his fingernails as far as they could go and had been chewing on the exposed flesh.
            >It look to be slightly yellowish and infected too.
            >I do a kind of awkward wave at the guy and tell him that we’re sorry and that we’re just urban exploring and are about to exit up to the bridge.
            >He gives no response at first and keeps staring.
            >He kind of shifts his head all around like he’s looking at us but can’t look with just by moving his eyeballs around.
            >He looks seriously tweaked out and we’re feeling pretty nervous by this point.
            >I start to hear a very low and deep growling noise emanating not from him, but from the three men behind him.
            >All four had taken notice of us by this point.
            >David and I decide that now is a good time to start shuffling as slowly as we can towards the steps.
            >We have our trusty knives with us again, but I didn’t think it would be of much use against some tweaked out homeless people who would mostly like try and bite and scratch us.
            >They looked seriously feral.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            >As we’re shuffling, the other three move in line with the first standing guy who noticed us, and they’ve formed a line.
            >They all look similar to the first guy with the nails and the chewed flesh.
            >One of them is wearing shorts and one of his legs looked to be rotting and like it immediately need treatment.
            >Like, some of the fricking bone was exposed and it was obviously infected.
            >A gentle breeze should’ve had this guy screaming in pain.
            >I tap David hard, and he instinctively starts to dash up the stairs and I follow closely behind him.
            >In hindsight, it was probably a bad fricking choice, but we didn’t know what else we could do.
            >Hard, loud stomps were coming towards us at lightning speed.
            >It was only the first one who had given chase, but he was running with the force of a heavy weight lifter and proceeded to scuttle up the stairs behind us on all fours.
            >I was screaming at David to get the hatch open as fast as he could, and we managed to clamber out just in time to shut it on the homeless guy’s head.
            >The sunlight from outside felt like heaven and we sat down on the street for a while just heavily breathing while holding down the hatch.
            >No resistance or banging coming from it thankfully so the homeless guy must have just wanted us out and didn’t want to possibly deal with the police.
            Yeah /x/, fricking hell. Seriously freaked us out at the time but hard drugs can do a lot of damage to the brain and these guys looked like they had been shooting up since birth. Were probably just angry that their nest had been stumbled upon, especially by two stupid young kids who they thought might report them. We didn’t bother reporting them because it looked like they were going to die very soon by the looks of them and I didn’t want to get berated by my dad yet again. Homeless and a junkie is a deadly combination and I advise anyone to stay away from spots where they frequent, especially in New York fricking city.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            That’s like the only other weird thing that happened to us though. Those two incidents were more than enough for a lifetime lol.

            Thanks for posting your stories, anon. Judging by what you described I'd bet that the homeless druggie that chased you was going to kill you and chomp on your flesh for a few days.

      • 2 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        >So anyway we were just walking around Chinatown and as usual it was absolutely crowded with people.
        >Like, it was difficult to walk even a few steps because there were so many people.
        >Chinatown usually has a tonne of stalls selling cheap, bootleg items for any big name designer brand you can think of.
        >Also selling stuff like israeliteellery and shoes and the like but this is normal and isn’t anything “of note.”
        >Me and David are looking around one stall that is selling Pokémon cards and yugioh cards and the like for dirt cheap.
        >They are very obviously fake though and are just printed off the internet and stuck on the front of crappy cards or sometimes the back was printed too and stuck onto crappy card which was easy to tell wasn’t official.
        >Some were in foreign languages like Spanish and Chinese and had alternate card art or hilariously fake card art that ranged from looking like a third grader’s drawing, or like it was done by a rule 34 artist.
        >Seriously, one of them had a wartortle on it with a tail that was drawn to be very obviously phallic and was like, veiny and pulsating instead of its usual short and curled tail.
        >Some little old lady comes up to us and asks us if there is anything at the stall that interests us.
        >We tell her we’re into the cards but that these are fake ones and that we’re not very interested in spending money on fakes, no matter how cheap they are.
        >Then she tells us in like an old rickety voice that the fake ones are here just as a disguise so that people can’t just run off with their rare and valuable cards.
        >She said that she kept the rare cards and the first editions and such in storage and only takes people down there who clearly have the cash or know their stuff.
        >She says that we clearly know what we are doing and tells us that she will take us into her storage room just around the corner and will let us see her rare cards.

        I know what you’re thinking at this point: this is the most obvious trap in the history of the world, and you are either a massive dumbass or this is the fakest shit I’ve ever read. We were young and stupid yes, but this lady looks to be around 90 years old or something and is quite frail. Both me and David were carrying knives on us because we’ve lived in NYC long enough to know that the police aren’t competent enough to help you if anything goes wrong and that you can only help yourself. If we were old enough to be carrying guns we would have been, especially with the places that we were exploring. We didn’t think the lady had an evil bone in her body, we were armed and overconfident and there were so many people around she would have been stupid to try anything at all.
        >Anyway, she leads us just around the corner where there is a little less traffic, and she leads us down some stairs.
        >We were definitely on high alert but again, we knew we had an out.
        >The stairs go down further and further and the basement of whatever place we had descended into was suspiciously big for some trading cards.
        >Definitely not cheap looking.
        >I ask her if she’s sure this is where she keeps her storage thinking maybe she is just senile and got lost along the way, but she reassures us that they are just ahead in some clear boxes.
        >Problem is though, the room ahead looked to be pretty empty from where we were standing.
        >No storage to be found.
        >David and I start exchanging some suspicious glances and I try to make an excuse really quickly as to why we couldn’t stay.
        >It was something really feeble like “oh I forgot my mom needed me back at so and so time” and the old lady just stared directly at me.
        >Out of nowhere, we start to hear a voice coming from the room ahead of us.
        >It sounded tired and exasperated, like it had been screaming all day long.
        >Even with that, I could tell it was the voice of a little girl.

        >She asks, “is someone else there?” in as loud a tone as she could manage.
        >David and I look at each other again and then too the old lady who has already set off at pace towards where the voice was coming from.
        >I make the mistake of shouting “who is that?” and the girl starts shouting and screaming.
        >Not just her, a couple of other voices of young children erupted and told us to help them that they wanted to their parents and that they were kidnapped.
        >The old lady starts shouting furiously in her own language and I hear footsteps pounding towards us.
        >Some big buff dude appears in the doorway and looks like he is ready to rip us in half.
        >I yell at David to run as fast as he can up the stairs and the buff dude starts making his way towards us.
        >He closes about half the distance, and I pull out my knife and point it out towards him and I yell at him to frick off.
        >I was just kind of mumbling whatever words that I could all slurred into one in an effort to keep him away but the fear in my voice was obvious.
        >I told him I’d use the knife and that he wouldn’t get me.
        >The dude halts for a second pretending to be thinking about leaving me alone and then jolts towards me in one swift motion and my brain goes into overdrive and I am relying purely on instincts.
        >In the space of about one second, I grab the knife so tight that it hurts my hand and then launch it at the guy with as much force as I could muster.
        >I missed and the knife flew straight past him at a downward angle because I am weak and crap at throwing, but the knife does hit the old lady in her ankle area.
        >She lets out a shriek and I book it as fast as I can.
        >I heard no footsteps, and no one seemed to give chase, so I guess the buff guy went to tend to the old lady and decided that was more important than grabbing David and I.

        We both went back to my place after that, and we locked ourselves in my room out of fear that some angry buff man was going to be hunting us down for hurting his mom or grandma or whatever and busting their operation. When my parents got home, I told my dad about what happened and what we had seen, and he berated me endlessly. Called me a stupid, reckless kid and told me I could’ve been easily killed. He had a few more choice words than “stupid”, but you get the idea, and he smacked the shit out of me for good measure while David was still in the house. He made a call to the cops, and they made a stop at our house within the hour. They interviewed me and I told them everything I’ve typed here minus the details about carrying the knives and about impaling the old lady. I just said that I ran immediately and that we ducked away into a crowded area before we could be caught. Gave them the address, told them about the kids screaming and they told us they would check it out ASAP.
        They contacted my dad a couple of days later and told him that the place they took us had been completely gutted and that they left no trace of their identity or any items that they owned. Said they did find a massive bloodstain in the back corner of the room that they were trying to lead us into though, but they couldn’t match the DNA to any known missing children in any nearby state. I often wonder if they killed those kids for calling out to me as soon as I left as punishment and if I might have saved the lives of some children if I wasn’t such a coward and went straight to the cops after we got away. It’s something that I try not to talk about to anyone.

        Wow wtf dude. Genuinely a good read, I'd like to hear more if you have anything else.

  6. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    That’s like the only other weird thing that happened to us though. Those two incidents were more than enough for a lifetime lol.

  7. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    this is like the most interesting thread on this board right now and people are ignoring it for the nobody general lmao. this board is so shit now.

  8. 2 weeks ago
    Glass for Trump

    Underworld can suck my nuts and rest in peace. Glass for Trump!

  9. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    In October of 2022 there was a good thread on /misc/ by someone living in a town in Pennsylvania that's controlled by a moloch-worshipping cult. Pic related.
    Lots of rabbit holes in this one:
    https://archive.4plebs.org/pol/thread/398021540/

  10. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Oh oh oh OP....

    Snitches get stiches. The really juicy stuff will never be told, even on this website.

  11. 1 week ago
    Anonymous

    bump

    • 1 week ago
      Anonymous

      Well that just looks like how kittens or dogs grab their young. I think that child IS the reptiles.

      • 1 week ago
        Anonymous

        Are you just pretending to be a moronic pedo or is that your natural state?

  12. 1 week ago
    Anonymous

    I live in a small-ish scandinavian city and have been for the majority of my 30 year life.

    Notes about the city to paint a picture:
    >population was in the 20ks when i was a kid and has since dwindled to the 12ks
    >city used to host the most important train station in the country, as it is located in a geographically important part of the country in terms of trade and commerce
    >the once thriving, industrious town has become a shadow of its former self, so much so that, in a comedy show, the audience were participating in a game and the losers were told they would be directly brought to this town if they lost the game, as "it is worse than hell, as we all know"
    >the most popular way to pass time is doing drugs

    Nothing really all that interesting has happened if we compare to most of the world, but for a Scandi town, this is one of the wilder places to be. Theres basically not a business not earning Black Money, our term for the cash the taxman doesnt know about. Id say a little more than half of the people are on some sort of welfare, either due to age, sickness or mental health. And since im currently out of a job, I can say theres only like 20 jobs available and all of them are bullshit.

    There was a good stretch of about 10 years where we didnt even have a police station. If anything required police presence, there was a minimum 12 minute wait as that was the amount of time it took for the nearest department to come, and thats if they had people available. Violence was up and more than once, apartments were raided by actual SWATted out officers and helicopters, because someone had build up deposits of weapons intended for sale, including the odd explosives and even an RPG. Needless to say, if you got money, you can get it.

    Funnily enough, this city thrives on tourism as it is incredibly beautiful if you like a city that blends in nature and an active harbor life. But its basically only the rich people who gain from it, most of us are struggling.

    • 1 week ago
      Anonymous

      finally another good addition to the thread

  13. 1 week ago
    Anonymous

    Roanoke VA. Cartels use this as a distribution hub for moving stuff up and down the east coast. They're very low key and don't really bother anyone.

  14. 1 week ago
    Anonymous

    Here's one I can't confirm, but I want to ask others about. How many stores are just money laundering psyops? I was taking public transport in my city in an industrial area. There were a shit ton of clothing stores (selling random dresses, pants, etc.), mattress shops, and other shops selling random things. Surely these don't generate profit? Who goes to an industrial area for clothes shopping (no name stores with custom names, not big brands)?

    • 1 week ago
      Anonymous

      This is a town near Berlin btw. It's not big.

    • 1 week ago
      Anonymous

      that mostly applies to stores outside the first world, like a fruit shop that is always open even at 3 am in the morning

    • 1 week ago
      Anonymous

      Reminds me of the time I was a teen with a friend and we would buy a milkshake from the ice cream store and the worker would b***h that we ate it there at one of the many tables. Or maybe she just didn’t like teenagers.

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