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Two sentence stories. It’s still short, so readers get through the submissions really fast, yet it’s vague enough to give the writers space to work with. It turns out, quite a few Internet users have dark thoughts and the ability to express them. That or Stephen King made a lot of Reddit accounts. My poison of choice was not poker machines, but online gambling. Racing, the thoroughbreds, the trots, the dogs — I wasn’t fussy, so long as I could get a bet on and fuel that addiction. Sadly, real life does not always gift you the luxury of having a fairy tale wedding that goes off without a hitch, and these horror stories from Reddit just go to prove it. A warning to all brides. To submit your own story, please send your own personal horror story or stories to the email CorpseHStories@gmail.com with the subject of the email being w. By Leigh for Earshot
Updated September 04, 2017 16:45:46
I’m a gambling addict. Three years ago, I was convicted of white collar fraud, after I stole over $130,000 from my employer to fuel an insatiable addiction.
My poison of choice was not poker machines, but online gambling.
Racing, the thoroughbreds, the trots, the dogs — I wasn’t fussy, so long as I could get a bet on and fuel that addiction.
The bets would range anywhere between $5,000 and $20,000 a day. I would bet until 3:00am, try to sleep for three hours and bet again for another three hours on online racing in the United States.
I always thought the stereotypical gambling addict was a working-class middle-aged man or woman, sitting at their local club, feeding their favourite pokies machine four or five nights a week.
But I rarely ventured into the local TAB.Betting while the kids were in the bath
At the zenith of my addiction, I was married with two beautiful young children and working as a finance manager at a local council.
When I was with my family, I was physically there — but mentally, I was miles away, thinking about gambling: when I could next bet, where would the money come from, whether I could back a winner.
I thought about gambling 24/7. I placed bets at home, at work, the shops — basically everywhere and anywhere I could get reception on my phone.
I would be walking with the kids and our dog, yet I’d still be trying to place bets. I would even bet and watch the races on the phone while the kids were in the bath.A knock at the door
I had been thinking about stealing to solve some of my debt problems for months, but I couldn’t do it because I knew the consequences would be dire.
Then one evening, I had a visit from two large men with a baseball bat, strongly suggesting it would be in my best interests to repay a sizable debt that was due that week.
They punched me and threatened to use the baseball bat ’next time’.
I was left bruised and battered from their warning. It was a seriously scary moment; I still occasionally have flashbacks and it sends chills through my body.
That night, I made the decision to steal from work. I felt physically sick and fidgety; my mind wouldn’t stop racing. I knew it was wrong, but I did it — knowing I could one day get caught.
The first time is without a doubt the hardest — but once you’ve done it, stealing becomes easier.Listen to the programEarshot meets Leigh, an online gambling addict.
I had nothing to lose. That’s how I ’reasoned’ it.
However, stealing became another problem to add to my list.
I was constantly worried about being caught. When someone knocked on my office door, when I got a phone call, when my boss called me to a meeting, I was never quite sure.
The fear was slowly killing me, but I couldn’t confess, couldn’t turn back. I was on a knife-edge with no solution, no way out.
It was a Monday morning when I was finally caught. I was called into the CEO’s office and they presented me with the overwhelming evidence.
I was caught red-handed, but I still denied it. I knew my career was over and that jail was not far away.
But at that stage, I had a small sense of relief. No more looking over my back. The lying and deceitfulness could stop.On the inside
When I was caught and sentenced to jail, the gambling addicts I met in the prison system had similar stories to mine. They were middle-aged, smart, well-educated men from good upbringings, all addicts to racing and not the pokies — certainly not the stereotypical gambling addicts I had imagined.
My addiction cost me everything. I lost my job, all my material possessions including house, car, everything I owned.
But that pales into insignificance to the lost relationships.Need help or support?If gambling is affecting your health and you are feeling anxious or depressed, or if gambling is negatively impacting on your relationships, help and support are available.
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My marriage disintegrated, I lost access to my children, I don’t talk to my family and I’m no longer on speaking terms with most of my friends. I don’t blame them.
During my year in jail, I had enough time to reflect on all the damage it had caused and when I was to be released I knew I couldn’t go back to that lifestyle.
You get far too much time to reflect in jail. I was constantly thinking about the kids, but I didn’t decide to quit gambling because of them. The constant stress and 24/7 of thinking about gambling had destroyed me: physically, emotionally, and financially.
I knew if I didn’t stop gambling it would kill me.Get help before it’s too late
I write this not because I find it a cathartic experience, but because I hope that it helps others to seek help before it’s too late. Or for family and friends of addicts to intervene and offer support.
For people ’on the edge’ or thinking about committing fraud, the solution is simple: get help.
Seek support before you hit rock bottom. The help that suited me the most was from my psychologist, one-on-one extended chats — but for others it may be Gamblers Anonymous.
For the family and friends of addicts: please don’t give up on them, it’s a horrendous disease and they need all the support you can give.
Life in 2017 is certainly not perfect, but it’s a damn sight better than it has been.
I’ve got regular access to my children, I’m rebuilding lost relationships, I’ve found some temporary work — and I haven’t had a bet since 2014.
Topics:gambling, internet-culture, family-and-children, fraud-and-corporate-crime, law-crime-and-justice, australia
First posted September 04, 2017 12:14:41 I guess I’ll jump on the Vegas hooker story bandwagon along with Grrouchie, Rob, and Lightning. I’ll start with the first story that I already shared in the comments section of Rob’s first Vegas hooker story.Poker Horror Stories Reddit Movies
I had been to Vegas probably half a dozen times and had seen a few ladies I thought might have been ’working girls,’ but I’d never been approached directly by one until my visit in July of 2008. On that trip I got approached three different times. I wasn’t sure if I just looked more desperate for female attention or if the failing Vegas economy had forced them to get more aggressive. The truth was probably a little of both.
It was a Wednesday night and I had had a pretty successful day at the poker tables by my low-roller standards pocketing just shy of $700 for the day. It was about 3:00 in the morning as I decided to head back to my room at the Flamingo from Planet Hollywood. I decided to drop $100 in a dollar Wheel of Fortune slot to see if I could get lucky. (The Wheel of Fortune slots are my one weakness when it comes to the arcade games in Sin City.) I also wanted to rack up a few points just to see if I could get any room offers from the P-Ho for my next trip to Vegas.
I had slowly leaked away about half of my $100 when a fairly attractive blonde wandered past and casually asked if I was having any luck. I didn’t really know how to answer since I had won earlier at poker, but was losing at the slot machine so I just shrugged and said I was doing okay. I didn’t realize she was setting up a business proposition until her follow up question, ’Do you want any company tonight?’ Ohhhhhhhh...I see what’s happening here.
Maybe I’m just naive, but I really didn’t get what was happening when she first stopped to chat. I mean, any of you that have been to Vegas know that it’s really not unusual for a complete stranger to high five you or raise their glass and shout ’PARTY!’ as you pass them. I just thought it was another friendly tourist. I suppose the time of the morning probably should have clued me in.
I responded to her with a very polite, and probably a little timid, ’No, thank you.’ She just patted/rubbed me on my shoulder and repeated back to me, ’No, thank you,’ in a sort of ’Aww wasn’t that sweet’ kind of way and moved along.
My second ever hooker encounter happened right after that on the walk back to the Flamingo. A nice looking young black girl in a really nice white Lexus was sitting at a red light waiting to pull out of the Paris driveway onto Las Vegas Boulevard. As I neared her car to walk in front of her she rolled her window down and pretty much shouted at me, ’Hey, baby, you looking for some company tonight?’ I completely ignored her and kept walking. She proceeded to roll her passenger side window down and continued trying to capture my attention. I never broke stride. By now her light had turned green and the cars behind her were honking their horns. She yelled out the window at them, ’SHUT THE F*&# UP!!!’
She then pulled onto LVB and then turned right into the Bally’s driveway right in front of me and continued her tirade. At this point she was clearly pissed that I was ignoring her and started yelling things like, ’Hey! I’m talking to you! Hey! Don’t ignore me!’ I was honestly a little shaken by the whole thing, but just kept right on walking. Then to add to my anxiousness there was a group of about four very scary looking dudes standing on the walkway over Flamingo Rd. All I could think as I approached them was that I had almost $1,500 in my pocket! I strode past them and was super relieved to see a Bill’s security guard and LVPD officer standing and chatting at the bottom of the stairs on the Bill’s side of the street.Poker Horror Stories Reddit Games
Poker Horror Stories Reddit SitesPoker Horror Stories Reddit StoriesThe third encounter wasn’t a good story. She offered. I declined. That was it.
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Two sentence stories. It’s still short, so readers get through the submissions really fast, yet it’s vague enough to give the writers space to work with. It turns out, quite a few Internet users have dark thoughts and the ability to express them. That or Stephen King made a lot of Reddit accounts. My poison of choice was not poker machines, but online gambling. Racing, the thoroughbreds, the trots, the dogs — I wasn’t fussy, so long as I could get a bet on and fuel that addiction. Sadly, real life does not always gift you the luxury of having a fairy tale wedding that goes off without a hitch, and these horror stories from Reddit just go to prove it. A warning to all brides. To submit your own story, please send your own personal horror story or stories to the email CorpseHStories@gmail.com with the subject of the email being w. By Leigh for Earshot
Updated September 04, 2017 16:45:46
I’m a gambling addict. Three years ago, I was convicted of white collar fraud, after I stole over $130,000 from my employer to fuel an insatiable addiction.
My poison of choice was not poker machines, but online gambling.
Racing, the thoroughbreds, the trots, the dogs — I wasn’t fussy, so long as I could get a bet on and fuel that addiction.
The bets would range anywhere between $5,000 and $20,000 a day. I would bet until 3:00am, try to sleep for three hours and bet again for another three hours on online racing in the United States.
I always thought the stereotypical gambling addict was a working-class middle-aged man or woman, sitting at their local club, feeding their favourite pokies machine four or five nights a week.
But I rarely ventured into the local TAB.Betting while the kids were in the bath
At the zenith of my addiction, I was married with two beautiful young children and working as a finance manager at a local council.
When I was with my family, I was physically there — but mentally, I was miles away, thinking about gambling: when I could next bet, where would the money come from, whether I could back a winner.
I thought about gambling 24/7. I placed bets at home, at work, the shops — basically everywhere and anywhere I could get reception on my phone.
I would be walking with the kids and our dog, yet I’d still be trying to place bets. I would even bet and watch the races on the phone while the kids were in the bath.A knock at the door
I had been thinking about stealing to solve some of my debt problems for months, but I couldn’t do it because I knew the consequences would be dire.
Then one evening, I had a visit from two large men with a baseball bat, strongly suggesting it would be in my best interests to repay a sizable debt that was due that week.
They punched me and threatened to use the baseball bat ’next time’.
I was left bruised and battered from their warning. It was a seriously scary moment; I still occasionally have flashbacks and it sends chills through my body.
That night, I made the decision to steal from work. I felt physically sick and fidgety; my mind wouldn’t stop racing. I knew it was wrong, but I did it — knowing I could one day get caught.
The first time is without a doubt the hardest — but once you’ve done it, stealing becomes easier.Listen to the programEarshot meets Leigh, an online gambling addict.
I had nothing to lose. That’s how I ’reasoned’ it.
However, stealing became another problem to add to my list.
I was constantly worried about being caught. When someone knocked on my office door, when I got a phone call, when my boss called me to a meeting, I was never quite sure.
The fear was slowly killing me, but I couldn’t confess, couldn’t turn back. I was on a knife-edge with no solution, no way out.
It was a Monday morning when I was finally caught. I was called into the CEO’s office and they presented me with the overwhelming evidence.
I was caught red-handed, but I still denied it. I knew my career was over and that jail was not far away.
But at that stage, I had a small sense of relief. No more looking over my back. The lying and deceitfulness could stop.On the inside
When I was caught and sentenced to jail, the gambling addicts I met in the prison system had similar stories to mine. They were middle-aged, smart, well-educated men from good upbringings, all addicts to racing and not the pokies — certainly not the stereotypical gambling addicts I had imagined.
My addiction cost me everything. I lost my job, all my material possessions including house, car, everything I owned.
But that pales into insignificance to the lost relationships.Need help or support?If gambling is affecting your health and you are feeling anxious or depressed, or if gambling is negatively impacting on your relationships, help and support are available.
*Call Lifeline on 13 11 14
My marriage disintegrated, I lost access to my children, I don’t talk to my family and I’m no longer on speaking terms with most of my friends. I don’t blame them.
During my year in jail, I had enough time to reflect on all the damage it had caused and when I was to be released I knew I couldn’t go back to that lifestyle.
You get far too much time to reflect in jail. I was constantly thinking about the kids, but I didn’t decide to quit gambling because of them. The constant stress and 24/7 of thinking about gambling had destroyed me: physically, emotionally, and financially.
I knew if I didn’t stop gambling it would kill me.Get help before it’s too late
I write this not because I find it a cathartic experience, but because I hope that it helps others to seek help before it’s too late. Or for family and friends of addicts to intervene and offer support.
For people ’on the edge’ or thinking about committing fraud, the solution is simple: get help.
Seek support before you hit rock bottom. The help that suited me the most was from my psychologist, one-on-one extended chats — but for others it may be Gamblers Anonymous.
For the family and friends of addicts: please don’t give up on them, it’s a horrendous disease and they need all the support you can give.
Life in 2017 is certainly not perfect, but it’s a damn sight better than it has been.
I’ve got regular access to my children, I’m rebuilding lost relationships, I’ve found some temporary work — and I haven’t had a bet since 2014.
Topics:gambling, internet-culture, family-and-children, fraud-and-corporate-crime, law-crime-and-justice, australia
First posted September 04, 2017 12:14:41 I guess I’ll jump on the Vegas hooker story bandwagon along with Grrouchie, Rob, and Lightning. I’ll start with the first story that I already shared in the comments section of Rob’s first Vegas hooker story.Poker Horror Stories Reddit Movies
I had been to Vegas probably half a dozen times and had seen a few ladies I thought might have been ’working girls,’ but I’d never been approached directly by one until my visit in July of 2008. On that trip I got approached three different times. I wasn’t sure if I just looked more desperate for female attention or if the failing Vegas economy had forced them to get more aggressive. The truth was probably a little of both.
It was a Wednesday night and I had had a pretty successful day at the poker tables by my low-roller standards pocketing just shy of $700 for the day. It was about 3:00 in the morning as I decided to head back to my room at the Flamingo from Planet Hollywood. I decided to drop $100 in a dollar Wheel of Fortune slot to see if I could get lucky. (The Wheel of Fortune slots are my one weakness when it comes to the arcade games in Sin City.) I also wanted to rack up a few points just to see if I could get any room offers from the P-Ho for my next trip to Vegas.
I had slowly leaked away about half of my $100 when a fairly attractive blonde wandered past and casually asked if I was having any luck. I didn’t really know how to answer since I had won earlier at poker, but was losing at the slot machine so I just shrugged and said I was doing okay. I didn’t realize she was setting up a business proposition until her follow up question, ’Do you want any company tonight?’ Ohhhhhhhh...I see what’s happening here.
Maybe I’m just naive, but I really didn’t get what was happening when she first stopped to chat. I mean, any of you that have been to Vegas know that it’s really not unusual for a complete stranger to high five you or raise their glass and shout ’PARTY!’ as you pass them. I just thought it was another friendly tourist. I suppose the time of the morning probably should have clued me in.
I responded to her with a very polite, and probably a little timid, ’No, thank you.’ She just patted/rubbed me on my shoulder and repeated back to me, ’No, thank you,’ in a sort of ’Aww wasn’t that sweet’ kind of way and moved along.
My second ever hooker encounter happened right after that on the walk back to the Flamingo. A nice looking young black girl in a really nice white Lexus was sitting at a red light waiting to pull out of the Paris driveway onto Las Vegas Boulevard. As I neared her car to walk in front of her she rolled her window down and pretty much shouted at me, ’Hey, baby, you looking for some company tonight?’ I completely ignored her and kept walking. She proceeded to roll her passenger side window down and continued trying to capture my attention. I never broke stride. By now her light had turned green and the cars behind her were honking their horns. She yelled out the window at them, ’SHUT THE F*&# UP!!!’
She then pulled onto LVB and then turned right into the Bally’s driveway right in front of me and continued her tirade. At this point she was clearly pissed that I was ignoring her and started yelling things like, ’Hey! I’m talking to you! Hey! Don’t ignore me!’ I was honestly a little shaken by the whole thing, but just kept right on walking. Then to add to my anxiousness there was a group of about four very scary looking dudes standing on the walkway over Flamingo Rd. All I could think as I approached them was that I had almost $1,500 in my pocket! I strode past them and was super relieved to see a Bill’s security guard and LVPD officer standing and chatting at the bottom of the stairs on the Bill’s side of the street.Poker Horror Stories Reddit Games
Poker Horror Stories Reddit SitesPoker Horror Stories Reddit StoriesThe third encounter wasn’t a good story. She offered. I declined. That was it.
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