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1/20

We had a kid who went to my high school, his locker was actually right under my girlfriend’s at the time. He had long hair and sported the emo look but in never thought anything of it. One night my junior year he snuck out of his house and just walked around looking for open windows. He made his way house to house until he finally found one, cut through the window and hid in the house. Once he was sure the people inside were asleep he stabbed them to death, some ridiculous number of times, cut them open and then stuffed a bunch of random stuff in their bodies. He was walking around my school for a couple of days before they figured out he did because his friends he told reported him. He said he wanted to shoot up the school later that year. He won’t get out prison tills he’s 80 or something

Edit: Source http://www.sacbee.com/community/yolo/article4448144.html

Aggienthusiast

2/20

My city’s police force is known for “The Starlight Tour” where police officers would take aboriginals, drive them out of town and abandon them on the side of the road at night. This came to light when they did this to a teenage boy in the middle of the winter and he freezes to death back in 1990.

IndyXZ

3/20

In my neighborhood there’s a guy with two chickens named larry and moe. he lives right at the entrance of the neighborhood and moe likes to climb on the tree beside his house and call out to everyone passing.

Apparently male chickens have territorial issues and no one knows what happened to have larry piss moe off but moe wasn’t having it. moe apparently chased him and pecked him to death.

larry was found by his owner and originally thought that Larry was hit by a car. larry was still somewhat alive at this time so larry was taken to the vet. larry died and the vet pointed out that his wounds looked like peck wounds. our neighbor knew moe had to have done it and moe sits upon his tree to this day cawing to everyone who passes

luvdisclover

4/20

The giant mud plain is caustic and will eat you if you stand on it.

And legally, the giant petrochemical facility nearby is toooootally not to blame for this.

MaievSekashi

5/20

Who put Bella in the witch elm?

Basically, during the second world war, some local boys found a woman’s skeleton in a hollowed-out tree in some woods. It’s supposedly quite a famous “horror” story.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who_put_Bella_in_the_Wych_Elm%3F

_doughnutsoup

6/20

During the early 1900s, my town was (more or less) directly across from another town. Split by a lake, the lake/river was a huge trade route and boats would dock at either city. No big deal. Except, the railroad moved in and they decided to run it on my towns’ side of the river. Like clockwork, the other village dried up.

Some of the few remaining townsfolk gathered up their closest possessions, weighed themselves down, and jumped into the center of the lake in protest. No attempt to recover their bodies was ever made. Down the road some years we put in a dam and it’s a local historical fact that they just covered what remained of the other town w/ water.

I learned this from a news article and finding out that the local university has the personal journal of that town’s mayor at the time. I’ve wanted to sonar that lake for years…

Miroudias

7/20

Where I’m from (in Canada), long ago authorities would round up homeless people and auction them off as slaves.

Edit: Here you go everyone, took me a while but I finally found a reference for it. They put a very nice spin on it, but when you see it in person…well, let us just say I’ve never seen a farmhand in chains when he was being hired for the job.

http://www.gnb.ca/cnb/news/king/2004e0877ki.htm

[deleted]

8/20

Our mayor ordered an airstrike on an inner-city block, ordered the fire department to let the fire burn, and police to shoot anyone that tried to escape.

PopeJohnsonAgain

9/20

Not actually a secret, more of a dark part of town history – I live in Eastern Europe, and during the Nazi occupation, there was a ghetto established in the town. Some of the fortresses surrounding the city were turned into prisons and mass murder sites that the population of the said ghetto died in. There was one day during which 10 000 people were killed in one fortress, almost half of them children. There were 37 000 Jews before the Nazi occupation in the city. After, there were 3 000.

LongHairNoHeart

10/20

I don’t live there anymore, but . . .

Apple Creek, Ohio has a very large complex, maybe 15 to 20 acres, that used to be known as the Apple Creek Development Center, commonly called the ACDC (I know, I know). It was a home for mentally challenged people. This is the story I heard about it from a local police officer:

It was established back when having a mentally challenged person in your family was considered shameful, and the residents there were treated thusly. Families would drop off their sons and daughters, then pretend they never even had those children. The abuse these people received was horrible: lobotomies, electroshock “therapy”, sleep deprivation. People would be beaten daily, starved, congregated in rooms for days with no access to toilets. Horror movie stuff. Many people died.

Apparently one woman who had put her son in their care had second thoughts, so she went back to get him and found what was going on there. She got the police and the news involved. Management and doctors went to prison for murder/manslaughter.

A new director was installed, and this guy completely turned the ACDC around. It became the model facility for homes for people with mental disabilities. Kind staff, top medical care, exercise room, good food. Even simple jobs that the residents could do to make money for themselves.

But here’s where it gets weird. It started to lose funding, and there was no way the facility could keep running. One day, everyone vanished – both residents and staff. They left everything from the lights on, to the water in the swimming pool, to food in the fridge, to medical supplies on the counters. There was no gradual exodus. One day, fully populated. Next day, a ghost town.

Students at the nearby colleges like to trespass at night looking for ghosts. Apparently there are frequent sightings.

11/20

That anybody who investigates the mayor or town councils ties to a major corruption case with our city fiber optic utility turns up dead. 9 so far.

Shark_Porn

12/20

A teenage girl was found chopped up in a suitcase in one of these apartments above the restaurant I’m working at.

fromCovington

13/20

Back in the late 70’s early 80’s there was a weird Christian cult called known as “The Community”. They described themselves as an offshoot of the Jesus Movement. They practised communal living. The nucleus of each house would be a married couple, with single college students living as an extended family.

There was a Baptist church with a dwindling base, they infiltrated and took over control of the church. The church leaders then voted to become a non-denominational church because they didn’t want to have any outside oversight.

At some point, the group decided to buy an apartment complex so they could all live together. It all fell apart when financial improprieties were discovered. There were also a lot of sexual affairs and child abuse.

Quite a few of those people are now pillars of the community. Elected officials, town government, school board, teachers, etc.

Edinboron

14/20

A few years ago, two teenagers, a guy and a girl had to be convinced to stay away from each other and not date, despite their attraction. Literally every adult in their high school and the whole town were in on keeping these two kids apart. Turns out they, along with another classmate, were fathered by the same man: the town’s former Catholic priest.

Annie2525

15/20

Roanoke Riot of 1893. Hard to believe this happened about 4 miles from where I’m sitting now.

A lynch mob of reportedly over 1,000 gathered around the city jail demanding that a black man accused of assaulting a woman on the downtown market be turned over for lynching. The mob fought back against local militias and seized the guy.

This disturbing account in the local paper the next day pretty much sums it up:

D. V. Reed, who resides at the corner of Franklin Road and Mountain Avenue, saw a group of a dozen men come up the avenue, followed by half dozen more, who were dragging the negro. When immediately beneath the electric light lamp the negro shouted: “Oh, Lord, have mercy upon me!” but his captors hurried him on a few steps to a hickory tree, adjusted a noose about his neck, swung him to a limb, and fired a volley, which was succeeded by two straggling shots. The tree which bore such ghastly fruit is nearly opposite Officer Talley’s house, where, as it will be remembered, Lavender was seized on the night of his lynching in January, 1892.

Many of the neighbors saw the hanging, and the shots soon attracted an immense crowd, which swelled constantly until by daylight it seemed as though the entire city had poured out to view the swaying form of the negro, his soiled shirt, front dabbled with blood, a true hangman’s knot adjusted beneath his ear, on his back a card bearing the inscription: “Mayor Trout’s Friend,” and lower down another inscribed: “Do not cut him down. By order of Judge Lynch,” While to his coat tail was pinned a copy of the Times containing an account of the lynching.

His eyes protruded from their sockets, his tongue hung down upon his chin and a more horrible spectacle never greeted a glorious autumn sunrise than the body of the wretch on account of whose crime half a score of gallant men had laid down their lives, and twice as many more been wounded.

The scene was viewed by thousands of curious spectators, many of whom eagerly struggled for small pieces of the rope, or stripped fragments from the coat of the dead man until, the upper portion of the body was almost devoid of clothing.

Needless to say, we don’t celebrate Roanoke Riot day here in Roanoke. I lived here for nearly 18 years before I came across any account of this episode.

JFrederickH

16/20

Over the course of several months, 3 human feet have been found in bushes in our relatively small and quiet town. The last was a month ago. Nobody knows what the fuck.

hitlerallyliteral

17/20

It’s not a secret, just something not well known, but we have one of the most fucked up “big houses” around.

It was owned by a wealthy white family (surprise surprise)… who were midgets. They built this “big house” to fit the standards of little people, so even though it’s three stories tall it looks closer to two and a half. They owned quite a few normal-sized servants though, so they still had to make it so the servants could move around. On top of that, they were apparently fucking ruthless to their servants and horribly mistreated them (because they were of normal size, and they despised that).

Oh, and then one day the head of the house came home and murdered his whole family with a shotgun before turning it on himself.

That’s right, we have a midget-servant-owning-murder-suicide-big-little-house.

It’s cleverly called the Midget Mansion.

Legaladvice420

18/20

Ok, I got two, both of them concerning me.

I am a black Asian. An African-Asian, if you will. Literally. I am half Zambian and half Malay.

I was born in Zambia in the late eighties, in a village/town that doesn’t exist anymore. My parents left that village/town for reasons that are, to this day, not quite clear to me. It’s heavily implied that it was because of my mixed heritage – racial or religious. See, not only are my parents of different races, but also different religions. I get the impression (from what little I know of that time) that they were driven out because of their union and, subsequently, myself.

I grew up in a tiny, backwater fishing village in Malaysia. I grew up without electricity or running water. Schooling was a nightmare. Given Malaysia’s turbulent approach to race relations, my existence was largely kept a secret. I was my village’s dark secret. Literally. Get it, cause I’m half black? Anyhow, I was essentially kept hidden from the authorities for a good chunk of my childhood. For a long time, I didn’t officially exist.

Eventually, my family got the opportunity to move to Singapore. Well, to me, Singapore is heaven. Truly, to me, it is a wonderful place. I was no longer a dark secret… well, I am still dark, but no longer a secret. I discovered unnatural comforts of civilisation, such as running drinkable tap water, electricity, computers, and the internet. I got to go to some great schools. Eventually, I did my IBDP, then did my SATs and went to do my undergrad in the US. Now I’m doing my PhD.

MetallicOrangeBalls

19/20

We have a large cult of brethren that worship a race of amphibian human type creatures called ‘The Deep Ones’. Don’t come to visit though we’re not big on strangers.

Secretly-a-potato

20/20

If you don’t get out by a maximum age of 19, you will never get out. It’s a black hole that will otherwise keep you here and hold you here until death. Those who do manage to leave don’t ever come back, except just to visit. It sounds like hyperbole but it’s true. Every single person I know that has moved away, hundreds of people, not one of them has moved back. Meanwhile, all of the other ones that have stayed here have continued to and will never move away. Everyone I know jokes about it but it’s not a joke, it’s a legitimate thing. Like some sort of supernatural occurrence. If you move away by the time you’re 19 you’re fine and you won’t be back. Otherwise, you’re here for the long haul.

DaveDavidsen


Source: What’s your towns dark secret?