The biggest, craziest lies always have the best stories behind them -- even if they don't always end well.
She Faked A Baby…And Then Faked Its Death
“So, this woman has always been known to be a compulsive liar but never this extreme. A few months ago she started telling people she was pregnant, (she faked this because she just wanted the money/gifts you get when having a child). She had a fake bump. When the baby was ‘due’ she got the boat over to England to have it on her own, for no reason, and started telling people the baby is having heart problems. When she realized that if this fake child was going to ‘die’ there would have to be some kind of funeral, so that was out of the question as there was no baby! She posted a picture on Facebook, that wasn’t very clear, saying this was her child, after a bit of search on the internet it was clear she had simply used the picture of one of them life like dolls you can get now. So roll on 9 days or so, and reports are on the news that a woman and baby have fallen overboard on the ferry and the mother has been found but the 9-day old baby is lost in the sea.
Police, coastguards, volunteers are all out trying to find this baby. The search was called off after people found out it was her, and she has now been arrested for wasting police time. I am completely shocked that someone would cause so much distress, for the attention of others and also money.”
A Relationship With Someone Who Didn’t Exist
“There was a group of us who were friends with a guy about 6 years older than us throughout high school. Looking back, it is clear that this was initially a symbiotic relationship. He would buy us beer, which we paid for, and take us driving around before we got our licenses at 17. In return, he got people to hang around with. His age group had moved on into adulthood but he never had. As everyone got older we all got girlfriends and hung around with him less and less. One day he announced that he had a girlfriend too. He went on and on about her for months as we began turning the heat up to meet her. Several dinners were scheduled but she always canceled at the last minute. There came a point where he could no longer really keep the meeting from happening so another dinner was scheduled,
Unfortunately, she ‘died’ a day or so before that final dinner.
Our friend had invented a fake girlfriend and carried on a 6-7 month pretend relationship just so he would not feel left out.”
Finals Are Not Worth Fake Cancer!
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“A chick in my Paramedic class, who I stupidly made friends with, faked uterine cancer to get out of most 4th quarter classes and clinicals. Well, I had gone with her for the biopsy, and while she was out the dr came to give me the report (w/her permission) and it was endometriosis. She played this up for months, sitting home, while the rest of us were busting our butts. Two weeks before finals and National Registry, I had a powow with our awesome lead Instructor and told him all. He promptly threw her out.
She would have killed someone eventually, I once heard her tell a post-bypass patient that he could take Tylenol or Asprin daily, they were the same thing. Except they are not.”
She Faked A Role in ‘Harry Potter’ For Her Boyfriend
“One of my best friends had always wanted to be an actor (we’re from LA) so eventually he got some head shots done and started going to auditions and what not. We were about 19 at the time and he was dating a girl in high school (lol I know) who was involved with the drama program that he was in when we were in high school. Anyway, he shows up at my house one day a bit excited with a bag of smokes. Didn’t think much of it because he’s always in an up beat mood and has the smokes on him. We get high and I notice his excitement is growing and he pulls out a big envelope and tells me to open it. Inside is 5 pages stapled together with the Warner Brothers heading, addressed to him and a crap ton of fine print. He tells me to turn to page 3 and there I see it that it says he has been cast as an extra in one of the Harry Potter flicks as a student in the great hall. Even said he was to be fitted for Gryffindor colors. One of the girls in the drama departments dad was a producer on the film. He’s beyond excited, as is everyone else for him. Few weeks go by and he tells me that he has to dress up, pay $20 or something for a limo and go get fingerprinted and have his ID copied for the role. Didn’t think much of it as I don’t know much about ‘the industry’ and its workings. So he does all that, gets dressed up they all get picked up by a limo and drive over to WB studios and are turned down at the gate because they are not on the list, and they were late. What he didn’t tell me was that the initial girl who got everyone into this was the one talking to security. So we hang out a couple days later and he is super bummed out. A year goes by and we both score jobs at Warner Brothers and he brings up the whole Harry Potter story to our boss. She tells us that NONE of Harry Potter was filmed at the studios, it was all filmed overseas or something. He does a bit of investigating and it turns out that this high school chick made it all up. The story, the limo, her dad being a producer, even wrote up those 5-page contracts herself. Teacher gets in contact with the parents and the last I heard she was being admitted to a psychiatric hospital for having an emotional breakdown after all her lies starting coming out.”
She Faked Everything — The Chemo, The Cancer, And Even Her Child
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“When my mom was finally comfortable in AA, a woman in her mid-20s approached her and asked if she could sponsor her. My mom, being kind and motherly, quickly accepted. Fast forward a few weeks and the woman (her name is the same as mine) ‘gets up the courage’ to tell my mom that she has cancer. She never says what type, but she always had huge bags under her eyes and she’s skinnier than me. She always wore extremely baggy clothes to hide her frame. We thought it was bad cause she’d go to the bathroom and ‘throw up’ after ‘chemo’. We thought she was just embarrassed about being so tiny. She smoked cigarettes and showed us pictures of her boyfriend and told us that she had a 4-year old son. Many months into this, she calls in complete hysterics. She says her son has gone missing. She suspects his father has taken him and is now halfway across the country. She says he was jealous and that he’s been taken by this guy before. We are distraught, this kid was apparently the sweetest and most innocent boy but we still had never seen him. Anyways, she gets her son back and her boyfriend proposes to her. She doesn’t have a job and they find it hard to pay for the wedding. Thank god mom didn’t offer, we had money issues of our own.
Well, one day my mom gets suspicious. She doesn’t think this woman really has cancer, and we still have not seen this adorable kid. She barges open while the woman was ‘throwing up’. She is sticking her fingers down her throat. The thing you have to understand is that this woman would come over at like 11 at night, just to talk and eat our food. We liked her company enough, but she’d wake us up sometimes and be in tears, wanting to talk through the night. It was sad. So, we told her to go home and we were very mad. The next day we drove to her house and knocked on the door and her mother answered. We told her all about the throwing up and she says, ‘What? She doesn’t have cancer. What kid?’ We should have known.
Well, she wasn’t lying about the boyfriend or the proposal. But we all tried to reach him and he never got back to us. We told him of her lies, I only hope he got them and was saved from crazy.
OH I forgot. While we were at her mother’s house, she came home and her mom tried to confront her. The woman got back into her car and sped off as fast as a car can go, damaging other cars and mailboxes on the way out.
I gave her ‘son’ a stuffed toy that I used to love. And I called over and over and demanded to get my toy back. Finally, in the pouring rain, she came without me noticing and left my toy on the front step. I think she really was sorry, and that she was mentally ill and nobody knew cause her mom could see if she was lying. But she still put us through a lot of crap.”
This Black Cat Was Definitely Bad Luck
“One day my ex-girlfriend brought home a black cat. She told me that she and her mom found this cat in an abandoned house that her mom ‘Saw from the road and wanted to see if it was suitable for living.’ (Her mom is a realtor for low-income individuals). She told me that we had to take care of this cat for a couple weeks before we could figure out what to do with it. We already had three cats at the time, which is already stretching it a bit in apartment living–not to mention a violation of our lease. Now, I don’t know if she forgot or what, but right when we started dating she had to get some things from her ex-boyfriend’s apartment when he wasn’t home. I came along because she assured me he wasn’t home, and I figured what the hell. Her ex-boyfriend had a black cat. This was that cat, and I could instantly tell.
The lies/excuses began compounding when I did some research about what to do with the cat. I looked into reputable shelters and found some that would clearly be good choices. Her reply: ‘No, it’s my responsibility to figure out what to do with the cat because I found it.’ What? I then told her my brother offered to take the cat. Her reply: ‘I don’t really like your brother.’ I then told her my parents offered to take the cat. Her reply: ‘Driving two hours in the car will make the cat too scared.’
After about a week of this, I told her I knew the cat was her ex-boyfriend’s cat. I knew that he (a drug addict and general douche) must’ve lost his housing or something, and now we’re taking care of his cat because he had no one else to call. I told her I knew this instantly and wanted her to admit her lie to me instead of me forcing it out of her.
She then got super pissed and started screaming at me that I let her carry on lying to me for a week.”
Her Sister Name Her Twins…After Their Unborn Twins
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“My Sister was jealous of my wife and I having Twins. She Doctor Shopped around, until she could convince someone to prescribe her Fertility Drugs (Clomid in her case) Mind you, she was Fertile Myrtle… already had 3 kids.
On these drugs, She conceived Twins. My wife and I ended up losing our twins in a Miscarriage.
My Sister named her twins the names we told the whole family that we had planned to name ours.”
She Wanted To Have Her Baby ‘Vicariously’ Through Her Co-Worker
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“I worked with a girl who faked her pregnancy too. When I announced I was pregnant at work, I made a bet with my fiance that she would say she was pregnant too. I was right – she announced her ‘pregnancy’ about a week later. Nobody believed her because she was the typical problematic office drama queen. Constantly crying in the office over marriage problems, claimed her husband cheats on her, that sort of thing. She was 35 years old, overweight, homely, but she kept at her desk a framed glamour portrait of herself in High School when she had ‘modeled’ – to prove to all of us that she was once attractive I guess? she was always scheming people too, trying to get everybody fired or in trouble.Basically, she really needed attention at work. Anyways, nobody was surprised when she announced she ‘lost’ her baby a few weeks later. But after that, she turned creepy. She told everyone she was having her baby ‘Vicariously through me’ and began keeping track of all of my doctors appointments! She honestly knew the purpose of each appointment without me having to mention.
I began to get paranoid that she would steal my baby!! Basket case!”
Her Fake Group Of Model – Goth Friends
In high school I was friends with a chick with who invented a whole group of fake friends that had a house she would hang out at and they all regularly visited a local club down in Charlotte. Apparently, they all had crazy alcohol induced ‘fun times’ and listened to ‘obscure’ music like Tokio Hotel (her favorite band that no one else enjoyed). Stuff didn’t start to add up, especially when these friends of hers all had stupid names like ‘L-X’, were all goth and emo models, and their Facebook pages had no pictures. Stopped entertaining her when we learned this aforementioned club didn’t exist and all of the messages she sent using the fake FB pages had the same grammar and spelling errors.
Also their numbers in her phone would never connect when she asked us to call them on her phone, but oh they had no trouble calling her to say they couldn’t hang. She kept this thing going from eighth grade on and never admitted to them being fake.”
Getting To Meet A Supposedly Dead Mother
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“A former friend of mine was desperately jealous of me for being with my boyfriend at the time (said person’s best friend) and it drove him absolutely insane that my boyfriend was paying attention to me instead of him. They had apparently known each other for years, and this person had some serious social anxiety/dependence issues, also. Long story short, he faked his mother’s death to get attention, sympathy, and time alone with my boyfriend because ‘I just didn’t understand.’
He went the whole 9 yards. First, he told us that she had terminal cancer. Then he’d call begging my boyfriend to come over because ‘he just left the hospital’ and needed someone to talk to. Then, finally, the death. Refused to invite us to the funeral because it was ‘family only.’
I saw her driving last week, and she asked me how I was doing when I followed her into a convenience store. She remembered me from this guy introducing us way back when. All I said was ‘fine, thank you’ and left. I didn’t have the cajones to tell her that her son was going around telling people she was dead.
Oh, and we’re all male, and gay. Sometimes I think he was just jealous and wanted to distract him from me at any cost.”
2 Fake Cowboys For One Wannabe Cowgirl
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“An old HS friend of mine made two fake MySpaces (this was in ’07 or ’08). She had low self-esteem and desperately wanted everyone to view her as a tough cowgirl, the type who could get her hands dirty, so aside from her normal attention-seeking behavior she made these profiles for two muscular, attractive cowboys and would have conversations back and forth between the profiles. She even added a few of our mutual friends using the fake MySpaces, and would write messages to them (as the boys, obviously) talking about all of her attributes and how they’d love to date her one day. They were obvious fakes from the beginning, just one photo of them modeling and then a dozen or so pictures of horses that didn’t always match. Each profile had the name of a country singer (George Strait), both spelled Straight. They only had a few Myspace friends who all lived in different states.
One day we got bored and browsed Flickr for ‘hot cowboy’ and the horse breeds in the pictures, and we found nearly every image (she used Flickr all the time, which is why we tried that instead of google). And yes, we did ask her about the profiles and she denied it. I remained friends with her until graduation.”
The Little Homeless Boy Haunted Her, But Haunted Her Mother Even More
“Me and my mother grew up in a very poor town, and there was this boy that must have been about thirteen who was homeless — he sold some stuff he’d made or found most days in the street. We didn’t have much money at all, but I (being a very young girl) used to ask my mother about him all the time and ask whether we could bring him home to eat with us and stuff. She used to just shake her head and look really sad, and I didn’t know until much later that she could barely afford to feed us as it was. One time, when the boy was looking really ill and thin, I asked her and she got really mad at me and actually started to cry. I didn’t ask again for a long time.
After a few months, he disappeared. I, again being really young, asked whether he had been taken to someone’s home to live there, and my mother said that he had and that he was well and happy. Growing up, I used to think about the boy all the time, really glad that he had found a home and that he wouldn’t have to work in the street and be cold and hungry.
One night, when we were better off and had moved out of the town, I heard my mother talking to one of her new friends about the boy. She explained it all, and how sad she was not to be able to help him — she said it was her biggest regret because if she had been able to spare something, they might not have found him dead one morning.
She must have forgotten I was there.
It’s been many years since this happened, but I still think about the boy every day. It’s not my mother’s fault of course — she could barely afford to keep a roof above our heads — but in my childhood, I hated her for lying to me, and I hated her for not helping. Only when I was older did I understand that life just isn’t that simple.”