Given the limited number of links shared in this community, I propose a rule to discourage the inclusion of Twitter links and the use of Twitter screenshots.

While I understand the desire to integrate platforms like Reddit and Twitter, I believe it's important to maintain a focused and independent discourse within this community.

I have long desired to minimize the integration of external platforms like Reddit and Twitter within this community. However, I've noticed an increasing trend of their exclusion, prompting me to formally propose this guideline here too.

I would appreciate everyone's input on this proposed rule. I wouldn't add a rule unless the community is largely interested in it.

Now this isn't exactly a personal horror story which is what I made this sub for, but an evil around us and I wanted to let people know about this and this feels like a decent enough place to do so.

This post deals with sensitive topics so -content warning- folks.

In the city Gujarat close to my city is a shrine, a shrine where people since the 1800s have come to pray when they fail to have kids. But in what sounds like a German fairy tale, the cost is that you then give the shrine your first born. Now I wouldn't speculate what this meant in the past but that tradition under the wraps continues to this day.

If you are barren and you pray at the shrine, the Saint will grant you a child but it could look like a mouse, you have to donate that child to the shrine or all your future children will look like mice too. This is a claim made at the Gujarat shrine.

Pakistan has a million issues and what is a heart wrenching one for me are the beggar gangs. To briefly explain this, childr

Sorry I haven't been posting here. I have soooo many family stories I wanna post but I'm too lazy to make an effort post.

Well its been a few months now so I'm just gonna post this here. First of all you should know my family particularly mothers side is INSANE. And insane in Pakistan, not just generally insane. This is the story of my mums aunts family.

There were two siblings. An older brother in his late 30s and a younger sister also in her 30s (mid 30s I think). Now last year the older brother died after his bike got trampled over by a truck in a police chase but that's a story for another time. Today I wanna tell you about the sister.

So she got married and had 2 kids by now and surprisingly managed to get a divorce (it's Pakistan, it was an arranged marriage and divorce ain't easy for a woman to get). Now the father of the kids didn't give much of a fuck about them and didn't boher em much for 2 years after the divorce. But now (a lil over 2 years after divorce and a year pos

So the neighbouring villages head family's 11 yo son, lets call him, fanta, was an entitled ass. A cousin of mine who ran a small shop was a petty idiot, lets call him, coco. These two personalaties tend to collide. Now these are both families with a lot of pride and a long history of violence, especially against each other over long disputes.

This is a story from 2015 and there had been no violence since the death of an uncle of mine in 2009 who was essentially the hot head who'd pick fights. This man was arrested by his own brother (another uncle obviously) like thrice and eventually died in the most stupid shootout too.

Now for the story, Fanta went to Coco's shop to buy a soft drink. Now here you pay a different price if youre keeping the glass bottle vs if you return it. Fanta paid the price for returning the bottle and said he'd give it back on his way back from school. On his way back Coco demanded the bottle back, Fanta claimed he paid full price. There was an argument and

I was strolling down this sketchy alleyway, when out of nowhere, this raggedy guy shows up, asking for spare change. I figured, why not help out a bit? But as he got closer something about his stare gave me major goosebumps. He got really intense, mumbling about some secret he just had to reveal.

I hurriedly handed over a few bucks, tried to back off, and boom! He grabs my arm, with a bony grip. My adrenaline kicked in, and I rushed out of there. I could swear I sensed the man following me and sort of felt his presence around for several days.

Luckily never seen the man around since and hope never to. I do wonder what he might've said or done had I waited.

My boyfriend invited me over to his place to watch a movie, and I gladly accepted. When I arrived, he still hadn't returned, so I thought I'd surprise him by preparing some snacks for us and setting up a bath. As I headed to the bathroom, I noticed the door was strangely locked. I called out to him, but there was no reply.

Suddenly, the door to my room slammed shut, even though there was no reason for it given windows were all closed. Feeling uneasy, I tried to return to the kitchen, only to find the door that had slammed shut was now locked. Panic started to set in, and I frantically searched for my phone, which I realised I had left in the kitchen.

Strange noises began emanating from the bathroom, and I asked again if it was my boyfriend. As I approached the bathroom door, someone started pounding on it as if trying to break it down by hand. Terrified, I shouted and sprinted towards the door, but it was still locked. I then tried to hide under the bed, my heart racing.

That's whe

My grandmother's sister went into the wheat drying room after hearing noises, assuming one of the kids had gotten in. Once inside, she heard a noise coming from a closet. Upon opening it, she discovered a man pointing a gun at her. The man panicked and shot at her head. He then grabbed her phone and started running out. Just then, everyone came out of their rooms, causing a lot of panic. As he ran towards the door within the chaos, my uncle and I grabbed our guns to chase him. He noticed this and yanked my 7-year-old cousin by the wrist, then jumped over the wall with the kid and escaped into the fields. We couldn't find him.

A few hours later, a ransom call demanded 10 million and insisted not to involve the cops. The father of the kid told him it was impossible to gather 10 million in a hurry. Later, he called the cops. The next morning, the guy called again, agreeing to 4 million and arranging a spot for the exchange. He told the father to come alone.

The next night, they managed