Horror Stories

[ThrowAwayy]

Mine goes back to the beginning of my own young journey. You see, I'm a young little shite and haven't had a vast experience like most of you goons. When I first started discovering and exploring this hobby, I was an ingnoramous with respect to safety and following the proper protocol.

I discovered this gem: http://detroit.backpage.com/FemaleEs...e-now/24751941.

Or So I Thought It Was A Gem!!

In my excitement, after learning that she was "independent" (as they mostly all say), I somehow like a complete and total retard agreed to $400 for 3 hrs!! Lmao!! As if I could last that long. And as if I'd want to stay with one of these tricks for that long! Now I know that. Nonetheless, I went on my way to the bank, withdrew my cash, and drove up i75 (at that time she was at the Baldwin exit). I was soooo paranoid, which is a good thing, and I saw a black guy looking down as I was talking to the land whale on the phone. I straight up accusingly said: "I thought you were independent?" As soon as I finish saying that, he looks up at me and drives out of there!! So then I do too because I got nervous. She starts yelling at me on the phone and I don't know what I'm doing or what's going on but I was made to feel guilty.

Somehow! Someway! I turned the f around and returned. Oh my gosh!! What a complete toolbag I was! I pulled up and walked in with the $400 in my pocket, and boy was I in shock. She looked nothing like the pics. She was gigantic. Really fat, like huge. And really tall. So this gargoyle is hunchin over me intimidating me. I was nervously crapping myself and said, "Something doesn't feel right. " Afraid, I proclaimed I would leave, although I sounded so scared. She was mother f'ing livid. This Godzilla creature of the deeps was letting out her roar and told me to leave the money behind. I didn't know if I would fight her or what (or get beat by her lmao), but I went for the door. She yelled that she's calling the cops and that I robbed her. Again, being ignorant I didn't know what would happen! I drove off and this behemoth texts me my liscense plate. Oh. Snap. I probably got a canker sore that day from the stress and fear she put me through. I remember going back to the bank that day and the teller stopped talking to me (drive through), froze for a moment when she was handling my (re) -deposit, looked at me funny through the window, pressed mute on the drive-through, started talking on the phone for a long time while looking at me, then after a while she turned it back on, deposited me money, and let me go. To this day I don't know what that was about and nothing like that has happened before or since at the bank, but I truly almost crapped myself.

That's my story of this gargantuan beast which throws her nasty physique at others threatening them as well. May she rot in hell!

[ThrowAwayy]

This thread is for mongers to let out and share their worst horror stories while hobbying.