August 21, 2025 • 8 mins
#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truehorrors #systemicfailure #homelesshorror #ignoredbyjustice #realtrauma In this harrowing true-horror account, a brutal attack sets off a chain of events that reveals the dark, indifferent underbelly of the justice system. After seeking help from the very institutions meant to protect them, the victim finds only silence, disbelief, and abandonment. With nowhere to turn, homelessness and trauma become daily reality. This is a chilling tale of systemic failure, societal neglect, and the nightmare of being unseen in a world that claims to care. horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, policefailure, realhorror, homelessstory, trauma, brutality, justicebroken, ignoredvictim, survivalhorror, darkreality, emotionalpain, horrorinreallife, socialhorror, personaltestimony, institutionalfailure
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Some backstory. My wife and I female twenty nine slash
female twenty nine slash couple lived in these apartments for
going on two years, and the entire time we lived there,
we were harassed by a neighboring family. They constantly tossed
their garbage on our front and back porch area, blared
their subs in front of our windows for hours on end,
while throwing giant parties all night long without fail, and
(00:22):
having a five year old child home the entire time.
Needless to say, they aren't the most good hearted type
of people. You could say. Their car alarm was blaring
for over thirty five minutes in our window the same
week I had a cancerous organ removed from my body
and my wife was working nights and overtime to pay
for insurance and medical costs. So we went to their
(00:42):
door to ask if they would turn off their alarm
and was met with by asterisk, gastrous, gastrisk, I'll beat
your ass before I even had the word car alarm
out of my mouth. So we retreated to our apartment
completely shocked. And this should have been our sign to
run far and fast away from from these horrific people,
but she brought her mom to our door, and they
(01:03):
were screaming d y astoris, gastrous, gasterisk, hateful, a asterisk, gasterisk,
b a astis gastrous, gastus, gastrous, gastrous, gasterisk, over and
over and trying to get in my wife's face. I'm
calling nine one one and letting them listen to what's
going on, and they send an officer. We tell them
our story once they arrive, and then they go and
speak with the mother. She somehow convinced them that we
(01:25):
were the aggressors and came to attack her daughter. Did
they believe her, well, of course, why would they believe
two alternative looking lesbians instead of a middle aged mom.
So the police left, and they continue the harassment by
screaming slurs and foul names at us out their windows
or any time we walk by. I told the police
(01:46):
we still feared for our lives and we really wanted
some help. We spoke with the apartment complex multiples of
times about our fears of this family and our treatment,
and that we would like to be moved at the
very least. Fast forward to three months ago, I'm out
side and one of the family members walks up to
us and goes gotcha now, white bit asteris gastrous, gastrous
gasterisk and snaps pictures of us. So I take my
(02:11):
phone out and record her driving away screaming slurs at us,
thinking I finally got some proof so they can leave
us alone, and I walk to the office to tell
them what's going on and that we need something to change.
They look at me like I'm crazy and exchange glances
like I'm going overboard or something. So I leave, extremely frustrated,
and I'm starting at the ground. I suddenly hear loud
(02:32):
voices and I look up to the whole family, including
the mother, daughter, son, and niece. The only person under
eighteen was the niece. She looked to be about twelve
fourteen years old. The man was huge and he got
in my wife's face. So I stood my five feet
four inches one hundred and twenty pound body between their
six feet zero inches and above bodies to try and
(02:54):
create some distance, and the daughter starts yelling for me
too get out of her ni asterisk gas asteris gastrous,
gastrisk face, and they were all going, oh, what you're
gonna do? Copp callers, and the daughter pushes me so
incredibly hard. I go flying off my feet and onto
my ass. Everything after that is a blur. I only
remember things in three sets of images due to the
(03:16):
extreme head trauma from the assault. I was trying to
find my wife. I was looking for her, but all
three females were on top of me, kicking me in
the head, face, and neck as hard as they could.
According to my wife, the man was shoving her to
the ground and yelling things like no by astis gasterisk,
get down by astis gastrous, gastrous, gastrisk, over and over
(03:37):
while preventing her from getting to me in any way.
I said nothing. I made their own noise. The only
thing I did was cry out when she ripped my
knuckles off my right hand while stealing my phone from me.
I was recording when the entire assault was happening, so
my phone screen was unlocked. The last thing I saw
(03:59):
of the event was my unconscious, what I thought to
be dead wife, sprawled on the concrete parking lot. The
mother had fallen over my leg when I tried to
pull her off of my wife, and I thought it
had snapped. It hurt so bad, and she's much larger
than me. Regardless, I stumbled over to my wife the
man was reaching all the way back with his leg
to kick her face, and I landed on my knees,
(04:19):
absolutely screaming with grief and fear. Stop kicking my baby, Help, help, help.
We sr being jumped by four people, and he leaned
down and said keep screaming by asterisk, gastrous gasterisk. Nobody
is coming for you, and no body came. Nobody helped us.
I stumbled up the stairs to my neighbor's apartment and
(04:41):
banged on the door, screaming for help, and upon seeing
our faces and recognizing it was us, she let us
in and helped us call nine one one. The police
arrived almost four hours later. We went to the leasing
office to receive help and have more potential witnesses. Meanwhile,
they got in their car and drove to the front
of the leasing office screaming they were going to beat
(05:02):
our asses, circling around looking for us and waiting for
us to come out, blocking the emergency vehicles out from
helping us. I need to mention that my wife had
a bad feeling before this all started and put her
phone in her pocket and recorded the entire assault. They
ended up wiping my phone completely. Now this is the
part that angers and hurts me the most. They fled
(05:25):
that night and weren't arrested because they couldn't find them.
But now it's been three months and nothing has happened.
The detective said, since the mom said it was a
mutual fight, that that's probably what happened and he needs
to investigate. Fine, but then called me two days ago
to say that we are exactly where we were three
months ago. They keep saying they can't find them, but
(05:48):
I'm friends with all their neighbors and they've been there.
Due to the apartments not helping whatsoever and the police
not helping at all, we had to flee the apartments
for our safety. We have been homeless for months looking
for an a new place, while they've had Thanksgiving and
Christmas in their place, and we've been sleeping in our
car with our service dog. We have used all the
resources we possibly could, but there are only so many
(06:10):
available now. The FBI got involved, and we had so
much hope be sure they were going to prosecute on
the highest court of law. But upon receiving a phone
call from the detective s to the FBI, he told
me that all in all the ways the laws are written,
it isn't a hate crime because it is technically freedom
of speech. The police said there's higher profile cases coming in,
(06:32):
so there isn't time for yours, and the audio won't
prove anything, and they didn't break anything, so really, this
is only going to be able to be considered a
robbery at the worst case scenario. I've lost all my
faith in the police, the FBI, and the justice system
in general. Nobody is going to help. Nobody cares enough
about our lives to help us. The police sat us
(06:54):
down and took our account of the event and can't
find or get a hold of the other parties to
interview them, so we can't do our due diligence. So
doesn't the fact that they aren't responding to you say something.
Doesn't the fact that we called nine one one and
they ran tell you anything. We are so hurt and
so confused, so lost, and so depressed. I've never felt
(07:17):
this hopeless in my life. Last month, I slept for
two weeks straight and tried to overdose on pills. I
don't know where to turn. So this is my question
to you, what would you do when everything has failed
you that you were taught was supposed to help your
entire life. What would you do if your nightmare became
your ongoing reality. You can't run, you can't hide, and
(07:41):
it hurts so badly, and it's beyond hurtful and angering.
I can't let them get away with this, But in
reality they are How the f asterisk gasterus gasterisk? Is
this happening to us? How did we get here? How
is this real? Not what you think you should do?
What would you really do? Edit to add I normally
(08:03):
always have mace on me. It was right inside the door.
We were smoking a cigarette quickly before I went in
to pack my wife's lunch, so she didn't even have
shoes on, and I had a onese on for comfort
while I healed from cancer removal surgery. We were completely unprovoked.
Also want to add to please tell me how you
would miraculously defend yourself against four people, each one outweighing
(08:26):
you by at least fifty percent, holding you down and
kicking your face. And tell me how well you would
be able to protect yourself or remember exactly what to
do or what every one has told you your whole
life to do. And please tell me that if I'd
had a gun and had shot some one that I
wouldn't be sitting in jail right now, because you should
absolutely know that that's how these things go. I didn't
(08:46):
raise a hand, partially because I've learned that if you
do that a lot of times, it's hard for them
to see who is at fault. But I honestly and
truly could not even do anything due to the sheer
violence the end
Some backstory. My wife and I female twenty nine slash
female twenty nine slash couple lived in these apartments for
going on two years, and the entire time we lived there,
we were harassed by a neighboring family. They constantly tossed
their garbage on our front and back porch area, blared
their subs in front of our windows for hours on end,
while throwing giant parties all night long without fail, and
(00:22):
having a five year old child home the entire time.
Needless to say, they aren't the most good hearted type
of people. You could say. Their car alarm was blaring
for over thirty five minutes in our window the same
week I had a cancerous organ removed from my body
and my wife was working nights and overtime to pay
for insurance and medical costs. So we went to their
(00:42):
door to ask if they would turn off their alarm
and was met with by asterisk, gastrous, gastrisk, I'll beat
your ass before I even had the word car alarm
out of my mouth. So we retreated to our apartment
completely shocked. And this should have been our sign to
run far and fast away from from these horrific people,
but she brought her mom to our door, and they
(01:03):
were screaming d y astoris, gastrous, gasterisk, hateful, a asterisk, gasterisk,
b a astis gastrous, gastus, gastrous, gastrous, gasterisk, over and
over and trying to get in my wife's face. I'm
calling nine one one and letting them listen to what's
going on, and they send an officer. We tell them
our story once they arrive, and then they go and
speak with the mother. She somehow convinced them that we
(01:25):
were the aggressors and came to attack her daughter. Did
they believe her, well, of course, why would they believe
two alternative looking lesbians instead of a middle aged mom.
So the police left, and they continue the harassment by
screaming slurs and foul names at us out their windows
or any time we walk by. I told the police
(01:46):
we still feared for our lives and we really wanted
some help. We spoke with the apartment complex multiples of
times about our fears of this family and our treatment,
and that we would like to be moved at the
very least. Fast forward to three months ago, I'm out
side and one of the family members walks up to
us and goes gotcha now, white bit asteris gastrous, gastrous
gasterisk and snaps pictures of us. So I take my
(02:11):
phone out and record her driving away screaming slurs at us,
thinking I finally got some proof so they can leave
us alone, and I walk to the office to tell
them what's going on and that we need something to change.
They look at me like I'm crazy and exchange glances
like I'm going overboard or something. So I leave, extremely frustrated,
and I'm starting at the ground. I suddenly hear loud
(02:32):
voices and I look up to the whole family, including
the mother, daughter, son, and niece. The only person under
eighteen was the niece. She looked to be about twelve
fourteen years old. The man was huge and he got
in my wife's face. So I stood my five feet
four inches one hundred and twenty pound body between their
six feet zero inches and above bodies to try and
(02:54):
create some distance, and the daughter starts yelling for me
too get out of her ni asterisk gas asteris gastrous,
gastrisk face, and they were all going, oh, what you're
gonna do? Copp callers, and the daughter pushes me so
incredibly hard. I go flying off my feet and onto
my ass. Everything after that is a blur. I only
remember things in three sets of images due to the
(03:16):
extreme head trauma from the assault. I was trying to
find my wife. I was looking for her, but all
three females were on top of me, kicking me in
the head, face, and neck as hard as they could.
According to my wife, the man was shoving her to
the ground and yelling things like no by astis gasterisk,
get down by astis gastrous, gastrous, gastrisk, over and over
(03:37):
while preventing her from getting to me in any way.
I said nothing. I made their own noise. The only
thing I did was cry out when she ripped my
knuckles off my right hand while stealing my phone from me.
I was recording when the entire assault was happening, so
my phone screen was unlocked. The last thing I saw
(03:59):
of the event was my unconscious, what I thought to
be dead wife, sprawled on the concrete parking lot. The
mother had fallen over my leg when I tried to
pull her off of my wife, and I thought it
had snapped. It hurt so bad, and she's much larger
than me. Regardless, I stumbled over to my wife the
man was reaching all the way back with his leg
to kick her face, and I landed on my knees,
(04:19):
absolutely screaming with grief and fear. Stop kicking my baby, Help, help, help.
We sr being jumped by four people, and he leaned
down and said keep screaming by asterisk, gastrous gasterisk. Nobody
is coming for you, and no body came. Nobody helped us.
I stumbled up the stairs to my neighbor's apartment and
(04:41):
banged on the door, screaming for help, and upon seeing
our faces and recognizing it was us, she let us
in and helped us call nine one one. The police
arrived almost four hours later. We went to the leasing
office to receive help and have more potential witnesses. Meanwhile,
they got in their car and drove to the front
of the leasing office screaming they were going to beat
(05:02):
our asses, circling around looking for us and waiting for
us to come out, blocking the emergency vehicles out from
helping us. I need to mention that my wife had
a bad feeling before this all started and put her
phone in her pocket and recorded the entire assault. They
ended up wiping my phone completely. Now this is the
part that angers and hurts me the most. They fled
(05:25):
that night and weren't arrested because they couldn't find them.
But now it's been three months and nothing has happened.
The detective said, since the mom said it was a
mutual fight, that that's probably what happened and he needs
to investigate. Fine, but then called me two days ago
to say that we are exactly where we were three
months ago. They keep saying they can't find them, but
(05:48):
I'm friends with all their neighbors and they've been there.
Due to the apartments not helping whatsoever and the police
not helping at all, we had to flee the apartments
for our safety. We have been homeless for months looking
for an a new place, while they've had Thanksgiving and
Christmas in their place, and we've been sleeping in our
car with our service dog. We have used all the
resources we possibly could, but there are only so many
(06:10):
available now. The FBI got involved, and we had so
much hope be sure they were going to prosecute on
the highest court of law. But upon receiving a phone
call from the detective s to the FBI, he told
me that all in all the ways the laws are written,
it isn't a hate crime because it is technically freedom
of speech. The police said there's higher profile cases coming in,
(06:32):
so there isn't time for yours, and the audio won't
prove anything, and they didn't break anything, so really, this
is only going to be able to be considered a
robbery at the worst case scenario. I've lost all my
faith in the police, the FBI, and the justice system
in general. Nobody is going to help. Nobody cares enough
about our lives to help us. The police sat us
(06:54):
down and took our account of the event and can't
find or get a hold of the other parties to
interview them, so we can't do our due diligence. So
doesn't the fact that they aren't responding to you say something.
Doesn't the fact that we called nine one one and
they ran tell you anything. We are so hurt and
so confused, so lost, and so depressed. I've never felt
(07:17):
this hopeless in my life. Last month, I slept for
two weeks straight and tried to overdose on pills. I
don't know where to turn. So this is my question
to you, what would you do when everything has failed
you that you were taught was supposed to help your
entire life. What would you do if your nightmare became
your ongoing reality. You can't run, you can't hide, and
(07:41):
it hurts so badly, and it's beyond hurtful and angering.
I can't let them get away with this, But in
reality they are How the f asterisk gasterus gasterisk? Is
this happening to us? How did we get here? How
is this real? Not what you think you should do?
What would you really do? Edit to add I normally
(08:03):
always have mace on me. It was right inside the door.
We were smoking a cigarette quickly before I went in
to pack my wife's lunch, so she didn't even have
shoes on, and I had a onese on for comfort
while I healed from cancer removal surgery. We were completely unprovoked.
Also want to add to please tell me how you
would miraculously defend yourself against four people, each one outweighing
(08:26):
you by at least fifty percent, holding you down and
kicking your face. And tell me how well you would
be able to protect yourself or remember exactly what to
do or what every one has told you your whole
life to do. And please tell me that if I'd
had a gun and had shot some one that I
wouldn't be sitting in jail right now, because you should
absolutely know that that's how these things go. I didn't
(08:46):
raise a hand, partially because I've learned that if you
do that a lot of times, it's hard for them
to see who is at fault. But I honestly and
truly could not even do anything due to the sheer
violence the end
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