Growing up, we had nothing but time on our hands. For the most part, that time was spent hanging out with friends, playing games, or sleeping, but that's not always the case. Whenever someone would mess with us, hurt us, or just annoy us, we sometimes took extreme lengths to get back at them and make them pay for what they did.

A Reddit thread recently asked people to share the best petty revenge they got as a child, and these kids were certifiable psychopaths growing up. I mean, the stuff these kids did to get back at someone is beyond shocking. Take a look at some of the most ridiculous stories from the bunch and let us know if you think they top any of your own stories. All posts have edited for clarity.

She Still Feels Guilty, All These Years Later
She Still Feels Guilty, All These Years Later

"When I was about 8 or 9, I lived in a very wealthy town. My family was not wealthy. We lived in an apartment, the majority of other kids lived in houses. We weren't poor, but I used to get made fun of for being poor (I guess that's poor in a kid's mind).

There was one girl who was pretty relentless. She was adopted and lived in a fairly nice house, not a mansion by any means, but a house and certainly bigger than my apartment. She used to say pretty awful things to me which would send me home in tears. One day, my dad told me to just stand up to her.

The next afternoon on the way home from school she was really laying in to me. Right before her bus stop she came out with the line, 'Your parents don't even love you enough to have a real house for you to live in.'

Knowing full well she was adopted, I looked her right in the eye and said, 'Maybe not, but at least they loved me enough to keep me.'

I've never seen someone burst into tears that fast in all my life. She ran off the bus crying.

It's been 25 years and I still feel guilty for saying it. But she never, ever said anything mean to me again."

Snitches Get $200?
Snitches Get $200?

"An uncle of mine was a serious addict and an all around terrible person. When I was a kid it was pretty common for him to steal from my grandparents, including a lot of things they intended to give me when I was older (a coin collection, things like that). There's a long list of things he did over the course of my life to tick me off, but I'll skip to the petty revenge.

I was browsing the local county website and noticed there was a section for active warrants. I wondered if any familiar names were listed so I browsed it and to my complete lack of surprise, I saw my uncle's name listed for something minor. Then I saw the Crime Stoppers number at the top of the page. I knew where he was living at the time and it was anonymous, so why not? I called, described him and told them where he was. They gave me a reference number and told me to call back in two weeks.

For the sake of being thorough, I called a relative from the other side of the family who, funny enough, was not only a cop but also in charge of following up on these things. I told him the situation and he said he'd prioritize it.

Two weeks later, I called Crime Stoppers for an update and they said the tip did indeed lead to an arrest and asked which post office I preferred. I was confused but I named one. They gave me an alias, told me to give that name to the clerk and there would be a general delivery envelope with $200 cash inside. That part was unexpected but a sweet bonus for sure.

Easiest $200 I ever made."

After Dealing With A Neighbor Breaking His Toys, This Kid Came Up With A Plan
After Dealing With A Neighbor Breaking His Toys, This Kid Came Up With A Plan

"I had a neighbor who was homeschooled. He was a huge brat and would come into my yard everyday, play with my toys while I was off at school, and usually break them on purpose. When I'd get home to play with my toys, he'd actually stare at me out his kitchen window laughing and yell, 'HAVE FUN PLAYIN' WITH THOSE!'

Creepy stuff, huh?

Anyway, I told my parents and they said that I needed to handle things on my own. I was only in the fourth or fifth grade, so I was totally lost. I was running out to the school bus the next day and I slipped on a pile of dog crap on my front lawn that my dog had laid out the night prior, and the idea came to me.

That night before bed, I took the garbage outside to the garage for my parents and went around scooping up my dog's crap with a shovel and smearing it all over my swings, slide, bicycle seat, football, and basketball. The next day when my neighbor went to play with my stuff (half of which he had already damaged in some way), he was covered in feces. I still remember coming home and hearing him yell at me from his kitchen window about sliding down the slide on my swing-set and getting covered in dog dung. It was the highlight of my year.

Unfortunately, I had to wait for a rainstorm to wash away all the crap before I could use the swing set again."

He's Lucky He Didn't Kill His Brother
He's Lucky He Didn't Kill His Brother

"I can't remember why I did it, but my brother was ticking me off for some reason earlier in the day. A few hours went by and he forgot about it. But did I forget? No. I pretended to have forgotten about his general jerkiness as a kid, but I hadn't forgotten. I was waiting for the perfect time to release my vengeance.

Later that day, he and I were playing astronaut which is a game where we would take turns zipping each other into a suitcase and pretend it was our spaceship. We would only be in there for about 30 seconds and then we would ask to be let out and the outside person would unzip us. But when his turn rolled around, I zipped him in and waited for him to ask to be let out. When he asked, not only did I not let him out of a suitcase, but I brought the suitcase to my closet and shove it inside and closed the door.

I sat on my bed staring at the closed closet door and laughing as I heard my brother screaming for help. I did nothing to help him. This is what he deserved for being a jerk to me earlier in the day. Well it turns out my parents heard his screaming and came running up and found him and let him out within a couple minutes. And thank God, because if they hadn't, he probably would have died because of me.

I was a pretty twisted child."

This Bully Finally Found His Match
This Bully Finally Found His Match

"In the third grade, I was waiting in line for the busses to arrive after school. I was standing behind the biggest jerk in our class; I mean, this kid bullied kindergarteners. We went to the same school, the same church, and the same cub scout troop. I was VERY familiar with his modus operandi.

This day in particular, his victim was the first grader in front of him. Eventually, I got fed up with his taunting and physically intimidating someone so small, so I grabbed his shoulder and yanked him around, yelling 'Stop it!'

He sneered at me. He knew I never broke the rules. I was a goody-two-shoes. With that knowing, snide sneer, he said, 'Yeah, well what are you going to do about it?'

All of a sudden, something snapped. I realized not a single person here was paying the slightest attention to him or me. That was how HE got away with this type of stuff.

I smiled, and drove my knee straight into his balls. He lifted off the ground for a moment, and then dropped like a sack of potatoes. He lied there, writhing in agony, surrounded by people, but no one paying the slightest attention to his pain but me and his victim.

Eventually, when he could stand, he made a beeline for the nearest teacher - our old first grade teacher, who was familiar with both his antics and my impeccable record. I put on my best bambi eyes and when questioned, denied everything. without witnesses or a confession, I was untouchable. no-one believes the chronically lying sociopath over the straight-A student.

I don't think i'll ever forget that look of burning hatred as he got back in line, having been sufficiently scolded by the teacher to 'stop lying.' Sweet, sweet revenge."

These Guys Never Saw It Coming
These Guys Never Saw It Coming

"We were kids staying at the seaside on vacation with our family. My little sister would always make a pretty sandcastle, and the next day it would have been kicked down and she'd cry.

We wanted to find out who was doing it, so one day we stayed behind to spy. We watched as a bunch of jerk older boys came by and kicked her castle down, laughing smugly.

So the next night, we covered a big beach rock in sand and decorated it. Like clockwork, the jerk kids came with their smug faces and this time kicked a solid rock with all of their might. The yowl and the look on their faces was the best revenge ever."

Things Might Have Started In High School, But They Didn't End There
Things Might Have Started In High School, But They Didn't End There

"A mean girl at high school spread rumors and made other girls afraid to ask me out after I rejected her in front of everyone. For more context, I had never even flirted with her or even hung out with her friends. They were the gossipy, drama, pregnant by senior year girls. However, they were really popular.

I was a poor kid who lost his house and my mom couldn't even afford to feed us everyday. It was out there - lots of people knew how my family lost our stuff. However, apparently I was really cute and there was a bunch of girls who would give me food or candy in hopes that I would be their boyfriend. Sometimes, those gifts would be the only food I ate all day. That all ended the day she asked me out and I said no. None of the other girls dared to talk to me because that group of mean girls would ruin their lives. I was constantly tormented by petty rumors, trashed stuff, and insults.

So, I decided to graduate school early and joined the military. Then I went to college, got an engineering degree and a good job. One week I went back home to visit and went out to eat only to run into one of her friends pretending that what they did was just friendly teasing. I politely walked away when I saw her - that girl who made high school a living nightmare.

She flagged me down like we were old buddies and told me that she's holding various raffles and sports 'numbers' for the playoffs. Then she invited me out to her house. I wanted to curse her out then and there but I see she has her kids with her. So I took the flier and drop by to scope out the place. Then I called the state attorneys about illegal gambling activities. Then I called child protective services about her allowing underage drinking at her football parties. Then I called various other agencies about other violations.

Her mugshot appeared in the newspaper a few weeks later."

A Modern Day David And Goliath
A Modern Day David And Goliath

"In the second grade, there was this kid that would always compete with me in math as we had the top two scores in the class. We were both popular but he wanted to be the king. So his plan was to get the class against me. It started out with him not letting me play four square with my classmates; they wouldn't say anything to him because he was a alpha-porker around three times their size. It happened every day for about a month. I started losing friends because of Bryan and no one talked to me for a few months. Every chance in gym class we would go at it playing soccer, running laps, whatever it was we made sure to trip each other by 'mistake,' people noticed but nothing was said because it was David vs Goliath; they wanted to see this play out. It didn't last long as my family took me to India that month to visit some relatives. When I returned, it was March, a few months after 9/11, and Bryan told the class my dad 'did' it. I lost my mind. Besides later realizing it was incredibly racist, at the time I knew my Dad wasn't capable of piloting a plane, he couldn't even use a television remote. This was the final straw.

I knew this ogre would be behind the school playing four square at lunch. He was three times my size and would dismantle me. So, I grabbed my pencil case, which was pretty heavy and had zippers and a small metal pencil sharpener. After about 10 minutes of waiting, I walked out there about three feet away from him and before he said a word, I threw that thing harder than anything Mike Tyson could ever dream of hitting. He cried but that didn't stop my crusade. I smashed him three times with the metal sharpener in the nose, there was blood everywhere. Everyone was in awe. He was out cold for a few minutes before the teachers came and called his parents who took him to the hospital. I got a stern talking to from the principal and teachers, but that was it.

I found out I had broken his nose and messed his eye up. The last I heard, he changed schools and I didn't think much of him as I was having the most fun of my life with my classmates.

In June before school ended every school would go to the pool as a fun way to end the year. A note about this pool: it has a water slide for children under 4, a lot of people could fit into it if you were skinny enough so I decided to get into line. As got I got closer, I saw him. That silverback gorilla Bryan was at the end of the line. I didn't care so I got behind him. As we got to the top he still didn't notice me, how could he? You could hear him breathing heavy from Atlantis. Right before he got on the slide, the instructor stopped him and told him about the weight and size limit. He looked absolutely crushed. I had my second chance, I tapped him on the shoulder he turned around and I gave him the smuggest grin. Clint Eastwood would be proud of it.

I walked off as I watched him crying by his towel."

A Snotty Girl Gets Quite The Surprise
A Snotty Girl Gets Quite The Surprise

"In the fourth grade, a snotty girl began and continued to harass my cousin and I. She would make fun of our clothing, comment on my cousin's weight - he was very skinny - and just be a little witch for reasons we didn't know. She wouldn't stop. Teachers did nothing, and we couldn't punch a girl. It wouldn't end. We had done nothing to provoke her, either. Maybe she didn't like that she had to ride the same bus as us. One day on the route home, she had to sit with the two of us. We suddenly had assigned seating, alphabetically, and her surname was right next to ours. Some genius adult's idea. Well, the torment worsened as it then formed the bookends of our school days. That was it. The final straw. Something had to be done.

There was a gravel turnaround area on the country road leading to my house. Now, I love animals, and cats rank highly on that list for me. But, embedded within that gravel was a cat. A dead one, of course, as he or she was relatively two-dimensional. You could still tell that it was a cat. It had the ears, the tail, some of the fur. It looked like a cat, only flatter and wider. Any liquids associated with this cat were long gone, which made my job easier. I managed to pry waffle cat from the ground. I felt bad about it, but the cat was long dead and I wasn't the killer. At least I was about to give Waffley a purpose after death. I took my flat cat home. I found a brown lunch bag. Outside, I folded Waffley into a manageable short stack of cat. Waffley cracked several times. A couple parts fell off. But, I got the whole thing in the bag. The next morning on the bus, while Snot Girl visited one of her snotty friends a couple of rows ahead, I executed. I unzipped her backpack and opened my waffle cat bag. My cousin soon realized what I was doing. He began giggling like a maniac, so I just quickly turned the paper bag upside down and let it all fall into her nice, pink backpack. We barely held ourselves together on the way to school.

It was the craziest thing, though. I was waiting for a scream, or a teacher to come grab me at some point, or something. Nothing happened - it was a peaceful day. I was disappointed. I wanted a reaction out of this girl. We wanted revenge! In the end, though, I accomplished what was really wanted. She must have known we were the perpetrators, because she never spoke to us again. Ever.

From Line Leader To A Puddle
From Line Leader To A Puddle

"When I was a wee lass of about 7 or 8 (it was second grade) there was this rotten little girl, we'll call her Brenda. She used to make fun of me, calling me a boy because I used to actually play with boys unlike most girls that age. She'd also make fun of my last name. Well, I found out that during recess every day she would just hang out by the door and when recess was over, she would immediately be the line leader. Being line leader was so precious to her for whatever reason.

One day at recess, she was hanging out by the door as usual. This time, however, I decided to also hang around by the door, not close enough to her that she'd see me but close enough that I'd get the jump when the whistle blew. Well, the whistle blew to bring us back inside and I sprinted like a madwoman to the designated line-up spot. Brenda was making a casual stroll to the line, and when she was about to take her spot, I pushed her out of the way.

The night before, it rained, and several puddles had accumulated on the blacktop. So when I pushed her, she fell face first into the largest, ickiest puddle I'd seen to that day. By some stroke of luck, the lunch monitor lady had not seen this event occur, and when the lunch monitor saw Brenda, she merely broke into tears and didn't say a word about how I had pushed her, claiming that she just 'fell' into the puddle. While the lunch monitor helped take her to the nurse, Brenda looked at me. I flashed her the biggest grin I have flashed in my life.

Even to this day, I have never flashed a bigger grin. Brenda never gave me crap for the rest of school."

The Revenge Took A Dive
The Revenge Took A Dive

"When I was 11 or so, I would often swim and play at the community pool with my cousins during the summer.

We spent a lot of time and played with each other. It was the last day of summer, and I wanted to make the day special by playing at the adult (deep) pool and jumping off the high-dive. To do so, you had to be 13 years old, and neither me, nor my cousin were close to that age. We got there and passed the swimming tests, and they asked us what our ages were. He said 13, and right before I was about to say that I was 13, my cousin said that I was not old enough.

Shocked, I had to either play alone in the other pool, or watch my cousin enjoy something he had lied for that I should be enjoying. He played for hours in the adult pool, but had yet to jump off the high-dive, due to his fear of heights. But with encouragement from everyone in my family except me along with the fact that today was the last day of summer, he decided that he would like to jump off the high-dive. He made his way there, climbed up, but hesitated to jump. He thought about for a while, and finally decided that he wanted to step down. But just before he had stopped to go down, his fear got the better of him and he started to panic. Our moms both agreed that I should go up to help him come down. So, I climbed up and asked him, 'You want to come down?'

I then walked up to him and acted like we were about to go down, but in a Lion King-esque moment, I shoved him off the high-dive. He came out of the water, as everyone at the pool besides me was pretty shaken-up. We went home after that, and I do not regret a single thing."

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