PEOPLE SHARE THEIR BRUTAL REVENGE STORIES

[ReedeFox]

I love a good old revenge story. It really gives me the warm and fuzzies. This lot on Reddit had some absolute winners. Moral of the story; don't be a cunt!

At an all male military boarding school during high school, there was this HUGE douche on my hall. We took his Febreze bottle and filled it with piss. Then took said bottle and sprayed his pillow, wall locker and opposite corner. So he gets back, smells urine and immediately grabs his Febreze and douses EVERYTHING. Eat a dick, Donovan. Eat. A. Dick.

A school bully repeatedly knocked a binder from my best friend's hands every single day while we walked down the hall. Now we were in high school back in the pre-Columbine era, so people didn't freak out as often when kids did fucked up shit.

I convinced my friend to stick tacks through an entire side of his binder, turning it into an extremely dangerous spiked weapon and just hold on extra tight while waiting for the bully to come do his thing. The kid lacerated his hand pretty badly. After he slammed his hand down into it my friend held on and yanked back.
Jackass didn't try that shit again.

I moved around a lot as a kid. Dad in the Army. Parents divorced. Not staying in one place made long-term friendships impossible. But my situation attracted bullies like flies.

I moved to a new school. A bully picked up my scent instantly. Tripping and shoving. Making fun of my clothes. Nothing too terrible, but I was already unhappy, so I felt miserable anyway.
One school day, I asked to use the restroom. I passed by said bully on the way into the bathroom. He actually didn't do anything to me this time.
When I entered the the restroom, someone was in the only stall, crapping on the floor. I walked out of the bathroom, disgusted, ready to tell on them (I was seven at the time).
I was ready to reenter my classroom when an incredible, yet devious idea came to me. I went straight to my bullies classroom and walked inside.
Everyone looked at me, which normally would have given me enough hesitation to turn me 180 and back to class. But that day, I didn't so much as pause. I walked up to the teachers desk, pointed at my tormentor and boldly proclaimed that he had shit on the bathroom floor.
The teachers reaction was better than I could have ever expected (for me). She made him follow her into the restroom while he cried and slobbered out 'I didn't do it! he's lying!' over and over again. She then grabbed a wad of paper towel, handed it to him and we watched as he picked in up and put it into the commode. She thanked me for telling her and told me to go back to my classroom.
This happened about twenty years ago. I still look back at this moment as a turning point in my life. Like I became me that day.

Back in high school i dated a girl for 6 months before she decided it wasn't working out anymore and she cheated on me with about 6 guys and stole my iPhone and wallet to buy drugs. I wanted to report her to the police like my parents encouraged me to and to prevent me from doing such her brother jumped me while I was walking home with his friends and busted open my lip pretty badly and threatened to kill me if i reported him or his sister (this is South Florida, so i believed he would do it).


My dad got a new job and we moved to a new city but i was still pissed about this whole situation so i did the next best thing. I created two fake Facebook account of a random hot girl and guy, spent some time making it look legit with friends and such and added her brother on Facebook with the girl and my ex with the guy.
It wasn't too long before he started flirting "me" up and tried his best to get in this girls pants. on the other hand, having already courted my now ex i knew exactly what to say to charm her to the point that she was in love with me. This is where it all begins to get fun.
I started a sexting relationship between the brother and sister with me as the intermediate thanks to google voice. Both of them had fairly typical south Florida bodies so nothing really gave anything away and i did a fair amount of photoshopping to remove identifiers in the room that may give away anything.
This went on for about a month and a half totaling about 200 or so nudes between the two of them when i decided to reveal the curtain and send a group of unedited pictures that included key identifiers (face and rooms).
Oh holy Jesus how shit went down. I only wish I had some way to see how they reacted. Friends who still lived there told me her brother moved in with his dad that week and that they no longer spoke.

I used to live in a very small town, like 250-300 people. We had no stores, gas stations etc.

One day a local guy decided to open up a little store that sold the basics like groceries and rented movies. He hired a few of us highschool kids to work the store, and promised us $50 a week for the summer to be paid at the end of the summer.
We agreed, and started working. We gave up a summer stocking shelves, cleaning the bathroom, lawn care and whatever else.
Well the end of the summer comes around. It's our last day of work, and he comes by with our pay checks. $50. For each of us. For the whole summer.
Needless to say, we weren't too happy, but his words were "what the fuck are you gonna do about it? Drop the key off at my house since you won't need it anymore".
We came up with a plan to pay this douche bag back. Before locking up the store for the last time, we left a window unlocked. We dropped the key off at the house. Around midnight, we were back at the store. Grabbed as much as we could, cigarettes, money from the register, candy. Probably about $1000 worth of shit, locked the window, then left through the emergency exit that had no alarm. There were also no cameras of any kind.
Next day there were cops there. He accused all of us of doing it, but had no proof. He ended up having to shut down the store a few months later because the town heard how he didn't pay us and stopped doing business there.
I don't feel bad. Fucker deserved it

When my brother and I were kids, we used to play in our front yard all the time. Once, we were playing baseball and our ball rolled down the hill into our neighbor's backyard. Anyway, my brother and I went inside to find another ball to play with. In those 5 minutes, he walked up the hill and pounded on our front door. My mom answered and he flew into a rage at her screaming about the "god damn kids ruining his lawn." My mom tried to calm him down, but he put back his fist as if he was going to punch her. When my mom flinched, he started to laugh and spit on our doorstep. My brother and I saw everything and declared covert war.

We were smart. We waited until he wouldn't be too suspicious. To this day, we haven't been caught... because everything "could" have just happened naturally. We didn't do everything at once, but rather over the course of many years. Here is a rough list of all the things I remember doing:
*poured female deer lure into his car's and house's A/C intake vents to perfume his air with an unholy stench. *saved up all shards of sharp glass, nails, etc and would scatter them on the ends of his driveway. *bought high strength / concentrated weed killer and would apply it liberally to his prized shrubs / flowers. *found his car in public parking lots and threw balogna on it to ruin the paint job. No clue if this one actually worked though. *collected road kill and assorted dead critters we found (we had cats) and would throw them under the tarp that covered his pool.
*Waited until they went on vacation and put sugar all over their doors and window sills in hope that bugs would get into the house and nest.
I still don't feel guilty. The guy was a huge prick. Still is a huge prick, actually

I worked at a place during college that served sandwiches and coffe. It was a cool place, a lot of people hung out there and I liked everyone i worked with, but my boss was the biggest asshole in the world. One week on pay day he got all the employees together and told us that we wouldn't be getting paid that week and we would have to wait until next week. We were fine with that but when the next pay day rolled around he didn't have the money. This went on for about a month. We were all working under the table and he told us that if we quit we would never get any of the money he owed us (we later found out he never planned on paying us). We found out he was blowing his cash on coke and gambling. He stopped showing up to work for like 3 weeks so it was just the employees running the store. In those three weeks we gave away pretty much everything in the store for free. Literally emptied it out. Anyone who came in and ordered something got it for free. We even had a party there one night, open mic and everything. So he finally shows up and he looks like he has been awake for a week straight. He comes in freaking the fuck out, threatens to beat the shit out of us, starts throwing things around. I was in the back and saw that he was double parked outside, so i call the campus towing company that was literally a block away. While he is freaking out at us one of the employees says, "hey, your truck is getting towed." he runs outside and watches his Escalade get towed away, we all bounced out the back door and never looked back.