Long-haul flights can be uncomfortable without the added factor of confrontation. Unfortunately, one father-daughter duo had to deal with a cramped plane and a child whose parents neglected to control him on top of the discomfort of travel.
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A few years ago, during a long night flight back from India, a family found themselves embroiled in a conflict with the family sitting behind them. The father and his then-14-year-old daughter were seated in front of a trio: a couple and their son, who was approximately 9 or 10 years old.
The plane ascended into the night sky, but the tranquility of the journey was soon disrupted by the the little boy behind them repetitively kicking the daughter’s chair. Initially, the father addressed the issue with a polite request for the boy to cease his kicking. The boy stopped, but only for a short time before he started again.
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In a strategic move, the father reclined his seat fully, disturbing the boy’s mother seated behind him. When the mom and her husband protested, seeking the intervention of a flight attendant, she asked if the man wanted to keep his seat reclined. The father responded in the affirmative and the flight attendant confirmed he could do as he pleased.
The couple then exchanged a few whispers, which led to their little boy no longer kicking the young girl’s seat. However, her father kept his seat reclined for an hour so that he could be sure the couple had learned their lesson.
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Many people were entertained by the story. One person suggested that the father should have waited until the couple had received drinks and then reclined his seat fully, causing the drinks to spill on them.
Another person shared that many people wouldn’t understand how something was impacting others until they were directly impacted by something themselves. The commenter shared that since the couple couldn’t feel their son’s kicks in the chair, they couldn’t care less about how it was affecting someone else. However, when their comfort was compromised, they knew they had to do something.
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Some people even shared similar stories to the one this poster shared. One woman shared that she had been on a flight on her way back from Egypt when a man was seated behind her. He was indignant that a woman should be sitting in front of him, which led to him aggressively kicking her seat each time she moved.
At one point, the woman leaned back slightly, prompting the man to call a flight attendant over. The man screamed that a woman shouldn’t be allowed into his space. He pushed her seat as hard as possible in an effort to straighten the seat and no longer have it near him.
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The flight attendant told the man that the woman was allowed to lean her seat back if she wanted to. The woman’s husband offered to switch seats with her, but she remained steadfast in her resolve to stay in her seat for the seven-hour flight.
Another Reddit user shared that they were 18 when they traveled from the US to the UK. They sat in front of a child who was kicking their chair and causing general discomfort. The traveler politely turned to the child’s mom and asked if she could tell her child to stop kicking the seat.
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The child’s mother shrugged and said her child could do what he wanted to do. The commenter replied that they could also do what they wanted and that unless the mother wanted things to get ugly, she should reign her child in. The person said they would embarrass the woman if she did not control her child.
The mother seemed nonplussed, so the traveler stood up and shouted to the plane that they were having an issue with the child. They then asked if anyone else was experiencing the same issue or if the child’s mother just didn’t know how to parent. The woman became enraged, but the person did not care.
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When the flight was over, the traveler walked into the airport and was greeted by their friends. The mother and her son walked past the group with their heads down, not saying anything.
While these parents didn’t know how to control their children on the plane, one mother was not even allowed to get on the plane with her child. Read the full story here.
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Animal Bones Started Appearing on My Doorstep — I Set Up a Security Camera to Find Out What It Meant
When animal bones started appearing on my doorstep, my husband dismissed it as a prank. But as they kept coming, fear crept in. I set up a hidden camera to catch the culprit, and what it revealed was far more chilling than I ever imagined.
At 34, what more could I ask for? I had a loving husband who still looked at me like I was his whole world and two beautiful children who filled our days with laughter and sticky kisses. Life was perfect until we moved into that house. George said it was a steal, but from day one, something felt wrong.
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The first week in the new house felt like wearing someone else’s shoes. Everything was just slightly off.
Our neighbors kept their distance, barely managing a nod when we waved. Even the kids seemed to hurry past our yard.
The streets felt eerily quiet like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to happen.
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“They’re just not used to new faces,” George said, wrapping his arms around me as we watched another neighbor hurry past without a glance. “Give it time, Mary.”
“I don’t know, George. Something feels different here. Did you see Mrs. Peterson literally run inside when I tried to say hello? And the way Mr. Johnson shields his kids whenever they walk past our house?”
“Honey, you’re overthinking it. We left a tight-knit community. This is just an adjustment period. Remember how long it took us to feel at home in our old place?”
I wanted to believe him, but there was something eerie in the air here that made my skin crawl.
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Our six-year-old daughter Emma refused to sleep in her new room, claiming she heard whispers in the walls. Our four-year-old son Tommy, who usually slept like a rock, kept waking up crying, begging to leave “the scary house.”
Then came that first morning. I stepped out to install our new mailbox, breathing in the crisp morning air, when I saw a neat pile of animal bones right on our doorstep.
They looked freshly cleaned, arranged in a deliberate circular pattern. My hands trembled as I dropped the mailbox with a clang.
A pile of animal bones arranged in a circular pattern on a doorstep | Source: Midjourney
“George!” I shrieked. “George, come here! Right now!”
He rushed out, still in his pajama pants, almost tripping over the doorframe. “What’s wrong, hon?” His face fell as he saw the bones. “Just neighborhood kids playing pranks. Has to be.”
“Kids? What kind of kids play with bones?” I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling suddenly cold despite the warm morning sun. “This isn’t normal, George. Nothing about this place is normal. First the neighbors, now this?”
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“Come on, let’s clean this up before Emma and Tommy see it,” he said, already reaching for the garden shovel. “We got a great deal on this house, Mary. Don’t let some stupid prank ruin it.”
“A great deal? Maybe there’s a reason for that.”
The next morning, more bones appeared. Larger ones this time, arranged in a perfect circle.
I stood at the door, coffee mug shaking in my hands, while George examined them. The morning dew made them glisten ominously in the early light.
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“This isn’t funny anymore,” I said, pacing our kitchen. “We need to do something. What if the kids see these? What if they’re from something dangerous? I found Emma collecting them yesterday… she thinks they’re from a dinosaur!”
George ran his fingers through his hair, a habit when he’s worried. “Okay, okay. Let’s talk to the neighbors. Someone must know something. This has to stop.”
“I told Tommy not to play in the front yard anymore. What kind of mother tells her child that about their own home? I can’t keep them prisoners inside forever, George.”
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“Hey, hey,” he pulled me close, his cologne failing to mask the worry in his voice. “We’ll figure this out. Together. Like we always do, okay?”
We spent the afternoon knocking on doors. Most people barely cracked them open, offering nothing but blank stares and quick head shakes.
One woman slammed the door in our faces when we mentioned our address. The sound echoed down the empty street like a gunshot.
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Then we met Hilton. He lived two houses down, in a weathered Victorian villa with overgrown bushes and peeling paint. Unlike the others, he opened his door wide and was almost eager to talk.
“Oh, you bought the Miller place?” His eyes grew wide, almost gleaming. “Shouldn’t have done that. That house… it’s not right.”
“What do you mean it’s not right?” I stepped closer, despite George’s warning hand on my arm.
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Hilton leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “There’s something in that house. Something dark. The previous owner… he knew. That’s why he—” He trailed off, shaking his head.
“You should leave. While you can. Before it claims you too.”
“Mary, let’s go,” George tugged at my arm. “This guy’s just trying to scare us.”
“The bones will keep coming,” Hilton called after us. “They always do. They’re a warning! Get out of there before it’s too late.”
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I couldn’t sleep that night. George held me close, whispering reassurances, but nothing helped.
Emma had crawled into our bed around midnight, claiming she heard scratching in the walls. Tommy joined us an hour later, sobbing about scary shadows in his closet.
The next morning, we found a pile of bones in our fireplace. They were scattered across the hearth, some still warm to the touch, as if they’d been dropped down recently.
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“That’s it,” I said, my hands shaking as I made coffee. “We’re putting up cameras. I don’t care what it costs. Someone is doing this, and we’re going to catch them.”
“Already ordered them,” George replied, showing me his phone. “They’ll be here tomorrow. Best rated online, with night vision and motion sensors. Nothing will get past these.”
“What if it’s really something supernatural?” I whispered, glancing at the kids eating breakfast. “What if Hilton’s right? What if there’s something wrong with this house?”
“Then we’ll deal with it,” George said firmly. “But first, we need proof of what’s actually happening. No more speculation, no more fear. We get facts.”
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As we set up the hidden cameras behind the porch plants and on the tree in the backyard that night, George squeezed my hand. “Whatever this is, we’ll face it together. Like we always have.”
“Promise?” I asked, feeling like a scared child.
“Promise. Now let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll have answers.”
The next morning, I woke to more bones on the porch and immediately grabbed my phone. My hands trembled as I opened the security app.
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The footage was clear as day. Hilton, our concerned neighbor, was sneaking up our driveway at 3 a.m. and scattering bones from a cloth bag.
Another clip showed him on our roof, dropping more down the chimney. The timestamp showed 3:47 a.m., his face clearly visible in the infrared light.
“I’m calling the police,” George angrily said, grabbing his phone. “That sick moron’s been terrorizing our family. All his talk about the house being cursed… he was just trying to scare us away!”
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When the officers arrived and arrested Hilton, his wife broke down in tears.
“He’s obsessed,” she sobbed, seeing the footage on my phone. “The previous owner, Mr. Miller, told him about some treasure before he died. Hilton’s been having dreams about it. He thought if he scared you away—”
“A treasure?” I almost laughed. “He traumatized my family over a treasure? My kids haven’t slept well through the night in weeks!”
“He needs help,” his wife gasped. “He hasn’t been the same since Mr. Miller died. The talk of treasure consumed him.”
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After Hilton was arrested, we decided to check the basement ourselves. George led the way with a flashlight, while I followed close behind.
“Stay close to me,” he said, testing each step on the old stairs. “Some of these boards look pretty worn.”
The basement was exactly what you’d expect — dark, musty, and full of cobwebs.
To our surprise, we found a wooden chest under a loose floorboard, just where Hilton had suspected. Inside weren’t gold bars or precious gems, but old copper candlesticks and vintage jewelry, tarnished with age but still beautiful.
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“They’re family heirlooms,” the previous owner’s daughter explained when we called her. “Dad was always talking about them, but we thought he was confused in his final days. They belong in a museum. Thank you for finding them.”
That night, George and I sat on our porch swing, watching the stars. Emma and Tommy were finally sleeping peacefully in their rooms, the house quiet except for the gentle creaking of the swing.
“Can you believe all this?” I asked, leaning into his warmth. “A grown man playing ghost with animal bones, all for what? Some old candlesticks and antique jewelry?”
“People do crazy things for money, honey. But hey, at least we know our house isn’t haunted!”
A woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
I laughed, finally feeling at home. “No, just visited by a bone-scattering neighbor with treasure fever!”
“Who’s safely behind bars now,” George added, pulling me closer. “And our kids can play in the yard again. That’s what matters.”
As George and I were getting ready for bed, we heard that familiar scratching sound in the walls. But this time, instead of fear, I was curious. Following the noise, we found an orange tabby cat slipping through Emma’s open window, purring contentedly.
“Well, would you look at that!” George chuckled, watching the cat make himself at home on the table.
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I squeezed George’s hand, remembering all those sleepless nights. “So this is what was keeping our kids up? A neighbor’s cat?”
“Looks like we solved the last mystery of the house!” he said, wrapping an arm around me.
Sometimes I still check our doorstep first thing in the morning, just in case. Old habits die hard, I guess. But now when I look at our house, I don’t see a mistake or a source of fear. I see home, complete with our occasional feline visitor, who’s always more welcome than bone-scattering neighbors.
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