This video presents multiple real-life stories illustrating that individuals who appear normal and friendly can be dangerous, emphasizing the importance of recognizing warning signs such as possessive behavior, inconsistent stories, physical violence, and manipulative patterns, while also highlighting that mental health conditions like postpartum psychosis can cause dangerous behavior without obvious external indicators.
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Serious, when was the time you interacted with a seemingly normal person but later found out that they were not? I have a group of friends who get together and we all play board games every week. We will all try to add more people to the group since some of the regulars can't make it some nights and we want to make sure we have enough people to play whatever every session.
Anyways, one of the guys grabs a dude he met at his church and the guy seemed nice for the most part. A bit quiet, but nothing wrong with that. He's new to the group so understandably shy. One of the slightly more outgoing guys in our group strikes up a conversation with him and it turns out they both enjoy similar things so they start to hang out outside the group working on cars and playing retro arcade games he had in his garage.
Next thing you know the new guy starts sending the regular really possessive texts like, "Why didn't you invite me to hang out last night?" Or, "Why did you hang out with so-and-so and not me this weekend?" Our regular member had a really bad past with a stalker ex-girlfriend so this became a real problem for the guy. So, needless to say, for the safety of our regular we told the new guy he needs to back off and not come back to the game nights. He gets upset, starts texting some of the others some crazy stuff, starts driving by the house we frequent for the game nights and even stalking the one guy he had been harassing around town. Turns out some friends of friends went to school with him and mentioned how he has some serious psychological disorders.
He's somewhat schizophrenic, obsessive-compulsive and paranoia.
Anyways, not to act like people should be looked down on for their disabilities or mental health, but there's also the fact that we needed to keep our other friends safe and this guy was very unpredictable. In the end, you still make choices about whether to harm others or not. Lately, we haven't had any issues. The guy has left the group and the one friend alone. We still keep an eye out since we know he still lives in the same city as us though. Sucks that we can't all just be chill and play games, but safety always comes first.
In April it will be 7 years since my daughter was stillborn. A few weeks after it happened I was, of course, a mess. My mom thought I needed to get out of the house and do something relaxing.
So she booked me a massage. It was really the first time I had put on clothes or left the house since getting home from the hospital and it was overwhelming. I started crying in the waiting room and had to excuse myself.
While I was out, my mom told the massage therapist what had happened and why I was crying. When I got back, the massage therapist gave me a hug and told me that a 4-year-old son had passed away 2 months prior. During the massage we cried together and I told her about my baby and she told me about her son. 3 months later she was arrested and confessed to murdering him. She had been abusing him for years. She would bite him on his head so that his hair would hide the injuries. The morning he died she beat him up and then threw him across the room. He died from blunt force trauma. I'm truly sorry for your loss and for the manipulative way you were treated by that woman.
I moved into a new apartment and one of our neighbors was a nice Christian lady with three kids. A couple months later I was at home and an ambulance pulled up.
They were in her apartment for a while and later came rushing out with the 10-month-old wrapped in a white blanket with only her little feet poking out.
Turns out the nice lady had cut off her baby's arms because she was giving her back to God or something crazy like that. People are scary. Case of postpartum psychosis is actually a real thing. Very under diagnosed because it's easier to just think, "What a psycho?"
and move on with your life and scary as crap.
When I was 19 I worked with a veteran who had just gotten out of Afghanistan.
He was a really cool and nice guy, but he never wanted to talk about what he did in the military. He would just tell everyone he's retired Navy and wouldn't go into detail. One day after work, he was jumped in the parking lot by two guys. Within 2 minutes, he had stabbed one of the guys in the chest and in the throat and had bashed the other guy's head repeatedly against a light pole until he was out cold. Then he held them at gunpoint until the police arrived. It turns out he was a Navy SEAL and he probably could have easily fricked them up worse. What amazed me is he didn't even need his gun to frick them up. He pulled it on them after they had been mangled. You could never tell just by looking at him that he was that much of a badass and could probably tear your head off. I knew a guy who was a Marine scout sniper. It was so weird talking to him because he seemed so normal and kind, but when you got him talking, it became obvious that he had killed so many people it was normalized for him.
Definitely not the kind of person I would want to try and jump. He would have zero hesitation in ending anyone coming at him.
Live on a farm. I lived in the farmhouse as a lodger and worked as a chef. Every night in the summer when the farm had immigrant workers, I went to their party. About 20-30 young Lithuanians.
Great parties, although very drunken.
One guy just kind of hooked onto me. I can't explain it any other way except where I went he followed. I bought cigarettes off him sometimes when it was late. Shared drinks. I thought he was just another guy, unnatural socially, but we're all that way sometimes. He always wore the same t-shirt, which couldn't have got washed much. Read smile if you aren't wearing any panties.
I don't mean he mostly wore that shirt.
He always wore that shirt. He always had this big grin that was unnerving. Wide eyes and they would just focus on you and he wouldn't move. In retrospect, I see now most people gave him a wide berth, but I never saw that at the time.
A Lithuanian body will do that. Anyway, summer became autumn, I stopped going every day for parties and so stopped bumping into him. Last I heard was that he had been throwing rocks up at my window shouting for me. Had said some very weird crap to the girls on the site and the owner had fired him and called police to have him arrested and taken away.
I used to buy weed off a friend of a friend. Dude was a 6 and 1/2 ft tall Jamaican. He'd come to my house pretty regular. He always seemed pretty cool and laid-back. I guess some other dudes crossed him in some deal gone bad, so he took them out in the woods and made them dig their own graves and shot them in the head.
When I met my now ex-husband, he seemed completely normal. He was kind, patient, treated me well. We dated for almost 2 years and got married in 2017.
After the wedding, however, it was like a switch flipped. He had a bunch of deeply rooted issues that he was really good at hiding from people. I knew that he had had anger issues as a child, but he told me that he had gotten help for it. Total lie. He would get into these terrifying rages and nothing would work to calm him down or help him see reason.
He was manipulative, controlling, and didn't trust anyone, not even me. He would guilt trip me all the time to try and get his way. Not to mention that he also developed a drinking problem and would snap at me when I would try to tell him he'd had enough. He was paranoid about our finances and wouldn't let me spend money except for gas and food, but it was okay for him to make all kinds of frivolous purchases. I haven't even gotten to the kicker. Of all the things he was paranoid about, he was particularly scared of me getting pregnant. Full disclosure, I was on very good birth control and he wore condoms.
It got to the point where I made him go with me to my gynecologist appointment and had my doctor explain how he had nothing to worry about, and even that didn't help. His response to things like that was you can never be too sure. Oh, I also found out that he was sleeping with a knife under his pillow. He was abusing me emotionally, mentally, and sexually. After 7 months, I was done. I told him I wanted to separate and he accused me of hating him. When I told him I had a lawyer and he would be sent divorce papers, he said that he wasn't going to sign them and would do everything he could to stop it. He has no clue how the legal system works.
After the final court hearing, I blocked his number and I haven't seen or heard from him since.
I'll go first. I was a part of student council in high school and volunteered to work at a Halloween fair hosted by an elementary school. As we were preparing, another volunteer who I thought was part of the school staff approached me, shook my hand, and started conversation about the equipment because we had fun Halloween stations such as bobbing for apples and bounce houses. As I was talking with this man, I thought he was kind of weird, but I didn't think anything of it because I'm not one to judge a book by its cover. Anyways, my student council leader was apparently watching me from a distance and decided to intervene by offering a food voucher to both of us, not knowing at the time that she was trying to separate us. He left quietly and we later found out that he was a registered sex offender.
I worked with this guy for a year. I was established in my job and he was a new hire, but he picked the job up faster than anyone I'd ever seen besides myself. I ended up training him to be a shift supervisor and then to replace me as I was preparing to transition to a new company. He had been in the Marines for 16 years before he got out and this didn't sit well with me. His backstory was a bit strange, too. Things just didn't add up. Turns out, right before I quit, somebody figured out his deal. He had pled guilty to counts of child pornography while in the Marines, spent 3 years in prison before a dishonorable discharge. It took weeks after I reported it for him to be let go, and I know it wasn't even approved by HR and legal. Also, his plea deal included dropping all the charges of sexual assault of an extreme minor among other things, and it was his daughter. WTF. I need to stop reading these. They are so upsetting.
When I was in college, there had been some girls who lived on campus saying that their doors had been unlocked in the morning when they locked them the night before. Nothing was missing, but something was off. This went on for a few weeks until one night, a touching her feet.
She screamed, roommate screamed, lots of screaming. Turns out, a guy had been breaking into girls' rooms as they slept and was watching and escalated to touching their feet as they slept. That guy was employed with me at the dining hall I worked at prior to that information coming out. He was pretty normal, a little quiet but no red flags.
Made it that much creepier. Around the same time, the guy I bought weed from and lived in the same apartment complex was busted by state police and had over 800 Xanax pills, some pot and more than $170,000 in cash. He wasn't weird or anything, but his story got picked up by Vice.
Also, the guy my mom hired to fix the family computer after my brother bogged it down with P viruses, was a suspect and I think actually involved in the disappearance and presumed murder of Heidi Allen.
There was a girl at scout camp who seemed a bit off, but I mean, it's scout camp. Everyone's a bit off. She seemed like maybe a kid that didn't get enough hugs. The guys and girls had to sleep in separate bunks because we were frisky as heck and the leaders didn't want to deal with that. This girl went psycho around 11:00 the second night, corralled all the girls into one small room and kept threatening them with a knife. I think it was the girl from our group that managed to sneak out a window and alert the rest of us. Cops came and dealt with it and it was actually pretty low-key after her leader convinced her to drop the knife and let the girls out.
Used to work with a guy, seemed all right. He got promoted to a higher-up role and eventually moved on. Few years later, he's in the paper cuz he committed suicide the day before he went on trial for pedophilia.
I was friends with a girl for about 10 years when we were kids. We grew apart, but our families are still friends, so I see them quite often. Well, this girl had an older sister who I quite looked up to for the longest time. She ended up having mental health problems that she didn't take care of and got onto drugs, in and out of rehabs and jail multiple times. She finally seemed like she was getting better, though. Ran into her and her mother at a clothing store and talked to them for a good hour talking about how much healthier she looked and how well she was doing. Told her I was proud and that her future looked bright.
Two weeks later, she stabbed the owner of a hotel to death, walked off, and then came back and stabbed the lifeless body some more. She's now in prison for life. When I found out, I was so shocked I had to take the rest of the day off of work.
Rather long story. About 10 years ago, I was passing acquaintances with a guy in my high school. We're going to call him Dale Fricket. Yeah, Dale seemed like a cool dude. We'd hang out at lunch, see each other out of school, crap like that. After a year or so, we started actually hanging out, sharing stories and whatnot. He had a fairly difficult childhood like I did, so we kind of bonded because of that. Two years of friendship later, we're basically best friends. So, we are hanging out one day and he asks me if he can spend the night at my house because he and his mother had gotten into a massive fight. He didn't have a place to stay and just wanted to chill and be okay. I ask my mom, she clears it and we hang out. I find out that night that he may or may not be homeless. His mom owned the house. He didn't have a job at 18. She was within her rights, stuff of that nature. Please don't hit me up with laws. I educated myself shortly thereafter. So, he talks to my mother about possibly moving in for a little while, just until he can save up a little money. His stipulation was to be gone on the weekends because my stepfather at the time drove trucks all week and was home on the weekends. For the next month and a half, we found out why he was kicked out of his house.
First, he's remarkably destructive, both figuratively and literally. He doesn't care about his surroundings or his life.
Second, he didn't like to shower at all.
In that month, the only time he went into the bathroom was to expel waste and would then exit. After a week, the smell was so bad, the door to my room was to remain closed unless somebody was going in or coming out. He didn't follow the one rule that he was given. He was there on the weekends. Although he rarely left my room, I'd go shopping with my mom to help her with the groceries and crap and we'd buy about a month's worth of food.
It would be gone in a week. He had also gotten physical with me on more than one occasion, one of which almost caused my left testicle to pop like a freaking balloon. The next time he tried that, I ended up dropping him to the ground and kicking him, breaking two ribs. It took my stepfather physically throwing him and his crap out for him to leave. After that, I still kind of talked to him, but he ended up starting a fairly convincing rumor about me and I won't go near him or even look in his general direction.
That was a bad freaking experience.
When I was in high school, I made friends with a new guy at my church.
After we met a few times at church, he told me he lived right across the street and invited me over. So, I went. He told me to stand in his living room. He'd be right back. A few seconds later, he jumps out of the hallway screaming and swings a samurai sword at my neck.
Unfortunately, he had decent control and it only touched me lightly. Suffice it to say, we weren't best buds anymore. I got to know some more details about this.
Newer kid in high school. We weren't super tight, but we talked a lot in class and hung out once or twice. He was a little odd, but I was too, so we were chill. Well, he was having a party that apparently his grandma or something interrupted, and I guess he beat her to death.
Interacted is a big word. She was sitting in front of me in the bus and chatting with a friend. Cute girl in her 20s. She talked about her work as a ballet dancer, and then about her ex-boyfriend. And it was just mean of him to get that restraining order. Yes, I hit him with that bar, but he could have fought back. I mean, I wouldn't have minded if he hit me, but no. He had to go to the police. Dang boyfriend's going to the police instead of fighting back. Just can't trust anyone these days.
I knew this girl from orchestra and had met her parents a few times, but I wasn't super close with her. Other friends of mine were much closer to her.
They seemed like really normal people.
Well, her dad ended up murdering the girl and her mom and is now in prison for a long sentence. Her dad had been in the military and very successful. I found out since I went to school late that day and had to tell one of my friends who was super close to her. I figured she'd rather hear it from me than on the news later that day.
I worked with this girl who was very evasive about her background. Found out later she was the daughter of an Asian billionaire. That was really trippy.
Had lunch with one of my mom's friends and her daughter a long time ago. Mom seemed typical white mom. Daughter had some learning disabilities. Super big kid for her age, but otherwise fine.
Mom's friend talked about her daughter's favorite books, etc. Normal mom stuff.
Find out like a year later that the mom had a mental breakdown due to her daughter's episodes in which her daughter would beat her and her family black and blue. Mom tried to kill both herself and her daughter using charcoal in a car. Nobody died because mom left a voicemail, but she'll be in prison for a long, long time. There are usually never enough resources for families who have a child with disabilities and they are often hard to get because you have to jump through so many hoops. I feel so sorry for everyone involved here. Mom was in over her head and daughter probably had little control over her actions.
I hooked up with a friend from high school debate and ended up with a huge crush on him. Thought he was an amazing guy. A few years after high school, he slowly poisoned his wife with antifreeze. Turns out he was a complete psychopath on so many levels. They made a Dateline about the case. Apparently, he's now on the prison debate team and they got to compete against Harvard.
I worked as a housekeeper once a week for a woman who was recovering from brain surgery. Her husband and son lived there, too. They were kind of quirky and weird, but pretty normal seeming. A couple months in, she died and I didn't go back. Within a year, her husband shot her son. I was pretty shocked. The lady's daughter, who lived out of state, I can't even imagine her year of grief.
Met a girl who was so sweet and fun and I was like, "Yay, friendship." And then it turns out that she had a serious problem with the truth, including making up girlfriends, boyfriends, and ending with me discovering that she was pretending to be seriously handicapped on social media. I think she really was a sweet and fun person. She just clearly had a very serious problem that she needed help with. Would have loved to have helped, but she ghosted the moment she found out that I found out about the social media disability thing. A person so emotionally neglected she searches for the smallest positive confirmation with the lowest chance of rejection.
TL;DR Sweet boyfriend turned out to be an unemployed pill abuser. My ex. He was so sweet and charming at first. He told me he felt stronger to me after our first date than his ex of 7 years. Yeah, he came across as a little eager, but honestly at the time I was out for casual sex, too. I had got out of a really long bad relationship and was on the rebound. I also was super young. I was supposed to go on a girls trip with a friend, but she blew me off last minute and left me with a plane and hotel already paid for. We had only been for a week, but he came with me on the holiday so I wouldn't have to go by myself. Paid for his own plane ticket and everything. I couldn't believe it.
It seemed so romantic. He was in his 30s and still lived with his parents, but he made it sound like a temporary thing because he was just down on his luck because a job didn't work out and he just finished school and he would move out right away. It happens. Then later it became clear he'd never moved away ever. He had a college degree, but worked a dead end job only cuz his family owned the business. Any other job he never worked any job longer than a month. Even the dead end job was only on weekends so he spent the week bopping around doing nothing. He was a member of a professional roster that had weekly meetings. I kept telling him to go to their meetings. Maybe ask if he could join one of their firms, but he never did. He also was beyond exhausting to deal with. He wouldn't remember conversations the next day. His position on things would vastly change and we'd be rehashing the same stuff over and over again. It drove me crazy. It all made sense when I found out he was abusing prescription meds. It was like dealing with five different people, depending on what he was whacked out on.
Then the next day when it was out of his system, that's when he wouldn't remember it. He would improperly mix medications.
He'd overdose on Ativan. He told me himself the dose was way too high and he would lie there comatose and zoned out.
He also would pop antipsychotics for weight loss. To this day, I have no idea how he got his hands on them. It was terrifying. When I dumped him, he blew a gasket and harassed and stalked me and kept trying to pressure me into having sex with him. I really should have gone to the police, but I was starting a new career and moving away and that was the last thing I needed. I just wanted to get away. I know people say, "Oh, my ex is crazy." but this man was legit a crazy person.
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