Revenge is a dish best served cold…as the saying goes.

And these folks behind these stories certainly know that to be true…because they got revenge on people who messed with them in major ways.

Check out these twisted tales from people on AskReddit.

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1. Let’s start with a long story.

“When I was 15 years old, my parents divorced. We lived on a farm and I bucked bails and pulled fence year-around to pay for motorcycle gas. I was also about 6’4″, 300lbs at the time and in varsity football.

I wasn’t taking the divorce so well, so I moved in with my mom, who had just got her own place. I was in my bedroom one day and heard a commotion, so I went to the kitchen to look. Right as I turned the corner, I saw her new boyfriend (we’ll call him jim, because that was his name) backhand my mom, knocking her to the floor. She scurried to her feet in disbelief, grabbed her keys and ran out of the house. Moments later, I heard her lay rubber in the driveway..

Seeing my mother flee from this man with such panic and fear in her eyes filled me with rage. I’ve been mad before, but not like this. I wasn’t mad, I was full of pure hatred and rage. My life sucked already. My parents were going though a very very messy divorce, I was a misfit in school, my younger brother and sister were both suffering as well, so all-in-all, I was already furious about everything up until this very second.

I confronted jim, who stood 5’5” and maybe 150lbs max, about hitting my mother, trying to the best of my ability to hold back the rage. He made the worst mistake possible. Jim got physical with me. He raised his hand up like he was going to backhand me and that’s when I snapped.

I don’t remember how his swing landed. I’m not sure if he was able to land a blow or not, everything was just a blur. The next thing I could really remember was sitting on his chest punching his face so hard, the back of his head was bouncing off the linoleum. I hit him until he was unconscious and bleeding from both every hole in his face.

I stood up and went to the bathroom to clean myself. When I got back to the kitchen, he was still unconscious on the kitchen floor. The pool of blood around his head was still growing. At this point, I thought I had killed him. I dragged him out of the house by his feet to the back of his hilariously jacked-up ford pickup. I dropped the tail-gate and threw him into the bed of his truck. I threw his coat, keys and anything else I could find of his in the house in the bed with him and went back into the house.

About an hour and a half later, I heard his truck start-up and drive off. When my mom came home, she did not even ask about my hands or the half-cleaned bloody drag marks on the front patio, concrete walkway and the grass. I’m sure she knew exactly what had happened. I’m half convinced that she anticipated my reaction and that may be why she left me at the house with jim after he hit her.. I don’t know..

I saw jim in a gas station several years later and his face still showed obvious signs of trauma. Bags under his eyes, twisted nose, missing teeth up front, etc. And yes, I feel terrible, still. 🙁 “

2. Wow!

“My then-high-school-girlfriend was a total bitch, and wanted me to abandon all of my friends, would always try to bring me down, etc.

When I got fed up, I broke up with her on picture day. She took them, but her mascara was everywhere. Two days later, I told her that I was sorry, blahblah, and I wanted to get back together. She liked having someone to walk on, so of course she said yes. I then broke up with her again on retake day.”

3. That’s what friends are for.

“I had a friend in high school who became an as$hole during our senior year. There were a bunch of little things that added up to our friendship falling apart, but at the worst of it I p*oped on his car one night.

Real simple, I just crawled up on the hood of his car and took a sh^t on his windshield. I just knew that he’d walk outside the next day and think, “what the f*ck is this?””

4. Cheated on.

“In 2009 I deployed for a 6 month tour to the Helmend Province in Afghanistan. Running at least weekly missions from Leatherneck to Now Zad. We were the only unit that would run that route in the entire AO, it was that bad.

A month into the deployment, I was just getting 6 months into my first “real” relationship. It was long distance, as I was stationed in NC and she lived back home in NY. We were planning on getting married, but my Staff Sergeant gave me a little speech and I decided that it was best to wait until after the deployment.

She was already cheating on me 4 months into the relationship. I took it hard. And that’s all I thought about for 6 months while I waited to get back home. I had a bunch of her stuff, and she had some of mine. I never got any of my stuff back, but she had given me this tiny little dancer trinket to wear on my dog tags. Her mother had given it to her before she ran off, so it had some sentimental value to her. ‘

Oh, and 5 months into my deployment, her new Level 3 sex-offender boyfriend who she left me for goes back to prison for probation violation. I get a message over Facebook that she “Just found out she’s six months pregnant, and it’s mine.” There’s no way you “just find out you’re 6 months pregnant” when you weigh 110 pounds soaking wet. It was a sham to get me back, there was no pregnancy.

6 months later, I arrive back home. I go into the Subway where she works, and lo-and-behold she’s working. I walk in, and she goes “Welcome to Su…” and cuts off mid-sentence as she sees me, with a look of absolute horror on her face. I walk in, walk up to the counter, look her dead in the eyes, set the dancer trinket on the counter, shake my head, and turn around and walk out. I could hear her start crying before I got to the door.

I’m much more successful out of the military. I have a great job, an amazing girlfriend, and a sweet townhome. I’m about to get a dog here soon. I’ve never blocked her on Facebook, I just don’t see her updates in my news feed. She’ll poke me every once and a while, but I never poke back. It’s nice to know that she can watch me be successful without her, and I know her life is in shambles. About once a year she tries to message me and ask me how I’m doing, but it usually ends with her going on some depressing rant about how she f*cked up and wishes she never cheated on me and left me.”

5. No regrets.

“I had a loud ass apartment neighbor that was always causing problems. My wife got fed up one night when him and his drunk friends were wrestling in the parking lot while making a ton of noise and called the cops.

This was an angry drunk Mexican that decided to retaliate for the cops getting called by breaking my antenna off my car as soon as the cops leave.

I fumed about the antenna for a week or so when the d%ck came back home drunk again at 6 AM again waking me up as he thundered up the stairs. It wasn’t till a couple hours later we noticed he left his keys in the door of his apartment. I snuck up the stairs and took his keys right out of the lock and chucked them in a ditch a block away.

The best part was hearing him storm around tearing his place up looking for them. You could hear the pr#ck moving furniture and sh^t. His truck had two separate alarms and after he lost his remotes he had to replace both of them. I regret nothing.”

6. You’re in trouble.

“My first high school bf was not very good with grades so he asked me to make him a F*ke report so he could show his parents and not get into trouble. He also cheated on me with my best friend and dumped me. He then promised to get back with me if I forged the report for him.

I agreed up until the day when we were meant to get our reports for school. I told him I didnt do it. He got bashed by his dad when he got home for the string of D’s and F’s.”

7. You’re gonna get sued.

“I went to school with someone who was a real d%ck. He bullied me a substantial amount and eventually I got fed up with it.

One day when we were in the library, I saw him log on. As he went to access his emails, I snuck a look at the keyboard and noticed his password . Lo and behold, the idiot used his name and a number and that was it.

Queue creeper time. When I went home I had a quick look through his emails. I noticed a rather interesting discussion between himself and a friend of his. To cut a long story short, his mother had convinced centrelink (unemployment benefits in Australia, maybe elsewhere, I don’t know) that he had a learning disability in order to claim more money.

I forward this email archive along with his password to Centrelink. They probably couldn’t directly access his email account due to redtape, however, I think someone must have done it off the books. A few weeks later at school I hear that ‘Bob’s’ family was getting taken to court and being forced to pay back all the excess money that was claimed under false circumstances.

I don’t know how it ended up as I graduated before the case was settled but I know they had to pay back several thousand dollars at the least.”

8. Win in the end.

“About 4 years ago, I found out my husband of ten years was f*cking around with a girl he went to high school with. (It should be noted that they never dated because, according to him, she was too much of a wh^re not to f*ck more than one dude at a time) At this time, I was a full time student and he was financially supporting us and our toddler. When I found out, I flipped sh^t, understandably.

He called me a psycho and decided he wanted to leave me for her. So I quit school for a year, worked two jobs, paid for the divorce and supported our child by myself. I ended up supporting myself thru school, graduating with honors, landing my dream job and generally kicking ass on my own. He, on the other hand, has been cheated on several times, lives in a sh^tty trailer park with his wh^re girlfriend and generally is a loser. Technically not f*cked up revenge, just very very sweet.”

9. Hahahaha.

“I live in a very small town so locking your car doors is not very common. One day my friend played a prank by putting dog sh^t under my car seat on a hot summer day so my car smelled terrible for a week.

At this time I was dating his sister and she would send me nude pics, one day I showed him a pic of just her bo*bs and he got excited and asked me to send it to him. I figured he was going to wack off to it so I sent it to him and then told him a few weeks later who it was…6years later I’m engaged to his sister and we still have never talked about it.”

10. Break a leg.

“When I was seven, the Monica Lewinsky scandal happened, and my name happens to be Monica. You can imagine what a bunch of immature kids liked to call me. One girl who was several years older than me, whom I never talked to before, kept picking on me and calling me Monica Lewinsky. I asked her to stop, and she didn’t. Keep in mind that this girl was pretty big compared to me.

One day, she was playing on this jungle gym in the shape of a fire engine and was trying to balance, so I took advantage of her vulnerability and started tickling her. When I noticed she didn’t like being tickled and was losing her balance, I continued to tickle, which was probably my innocent way of being violent. The girl eventually lost her balance, fell down, and broke her leg. When I saw her later on in a cast with crutches, she looked at me with this apologetic expression and never called me Monica Lewinsky again. She was afraid of me, a little seven-year-old girl.”

11. Bad parents.

“I have one I’m about to do in a couple days. See my parents suck, I’ve been taking care of them for a while, while also going to school and what not, and still they are trying to cheat me, pawn my things, etc. But I’ve become fed up with them. I’m out of town at the moment, but when I get back, the next time they ask me to walk two miles to get them a pack of cigarettes, I will walk outside, around the house, have a friend with a van come.

Bring my pre packed sh^t out of the basement entrance, leave and stay at my friends house for a few days until the day my train ticket is planned for, then move 2000 miles across the country and live with another friend who just got me a job. Rendering them worthless pillheads waiting for a pack of pal mal menthol 100’s for the rest of their sad lives.”

12. Oh, Vanessa…

“My sister used to beat me up, steal my birthday money, call me a fag in front of friends and girls i liked. when mom went shopping for Xmas my sister would tell her to buy me these horrible clothes to make me look the part. Pretty much was just a total bit*h to me. So everytime i had to pee in the shower id pee in her shampoo and body wash all over her razor, body sponge thing , everything. f*ck you Vanessa.”

13. Life blew up.

“I too dated a cheating girl. But I’ll start by saying I’m stupid and took her back after the first time. The first time she cheated it was with her “ex”boyfriend. I knew it was happening so I got her phone and got his number and I called him. He, naturally, didn’t know anything about it and I 100% believe him because she is a scum liar. So we set it up for her to meet him in a park to which I’d be there too. Unfortunately, the ex couldn’t follow through with it and and the plans foiled but her double life still blew up in her face.

But the better one was I knew she was cheating on me with this dude named Tim. So one afternoon I had her come over to my house. She said she had dinner plans and wouldn’t be around that night. So I wanted to f*ck her one last time so I had her bent over my bed and was f*cking her doggy style. I took a sharpie marker that I had laying on my night stand and, while f*cking her, wrote “Hi Tim” on her ass. Again, he knew nothing about me and, again, her life blew up in her face.”

Yikes! Those were some stone cold revenge stories, right? People can be brutal AF sometimes…

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