Unbelievable Karma Strikes Back: 80 Shocking Stories Where Justice Hits Hard and Fast
The stunned look on my friend and cousin’s face was pure “karma is [real]”. I’m laughing at them. I’m sure they planned a whole afternoon of setting them off.
I work in an ER and once a girl got brought in by ambulance after being [attacked]. She was walking down the street when some guy tackled her to the ground and tried to drag her down an alley. A Good Samaritan managed to chase him off and call the cops.
Like 20 minutes later they brought in a guy in full cardiac arrest. Turns out the police found the attacker and chased him several blocks when he collapsed and his heart gave out. The victim IDed him right in the ER.
Had a moron driver in a Porsche convertible tailgating me on a 6 lane highway. I wasn’t in the far right lane, but I was in the middle so he still could have passed if he wanted to. He finally passes me and blows his horn at me as he blows past. We get on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and it immediately starts torrentially pouring. There was nowhere for him to stop so he had to drive a several mile long bridge with his top down the whole way.
With glee, I ran over a bee on my tricycle once. Aimed for it on purpose and then SPLAT. Minutes later I got called into the house and I stepped on that same bee, stuck with stinger up, in my bare feet. It hurt so badly. I told my mom everything and she told me I got exactly what I deserved. I agreed.
Exwife cheated on me while I was deployed, drained our bank accounts, and sold all my tools ( 2 snap on rollaways filled with tools). After we divorced she lost her job, totalled her car, the guy she cheated with left her, her mom [passed away] and she lost her apartment.
This happened to me. When I was younger (high school) my city had automatic sprinklers in most of the parks and areas with grass – they would turn on automatically at like 3 or 4 am. So being a young dumb kid me and my friends figured out if you kicked them hard enough the top would break off and the sprinkler would full force shoot a huge stream into the air from then on. We thought it was hilarious and were never caught. We kept on with this until one day they started replacing them with new super strong steel ones. I kicked one and broke my big toe and while in agony rolled my ankle so bad it was bruised up for a week and has never been the same.
A cyclist flew through a red light at an intersection and I almost clobbered him. I’m used to these guys so I just harumphed and slowed down. This guy cuts me off AGAIN and flicks me off in the same motion.
I used to be a smoker and a litterer back then so in my frustration I flicked my but out my window and put both hands on the wheel. The [jerk] caught the wind and flicked back into the cyclists face causing him to crash into the median.
I’m not too happy about how satisfying it is still thinking about it.
When i was in middle school i was sitting at lunch with my normal lunch group. There wasnt enoungh room for this one guy at the table so he sat at the table next to us by himself. One of our friends felt bad so he left our table and sat next to him. The kid who was originally sitting by himself moved to our table, took the other guys old spot and leaving the other guy completely alone. We all moved to the other table and left him alone again.
Late to the party… some little toddler punk grabbed at the just poured hot coffee meant for me. The barrista tried to stop the kid but this kid was not having it. He took a huge sip, I think mistaking it for the pumpkin spice latte his momma ordered for him while in line before me, and promptly made a face, spit it out, and dropped the hot coffee all over himself. Cries ensue. Mom berates the employee for letting this happen. Waving her own large frapp wildly in the air. Little hellion is still throwing full tantrum on the floor, pulls at his mom’s pants and then the frapp falls on him too.
I giggled.
Walking back from a job training, I see two young boys, maybe 11 years old, playfully throwing rocks at each other from the top stories of two adjacent construction sites. Boy one sees me approaching, breaks the gaze of his friend and starts shouting “ferengi ferengi China China MONEEEEE!” at me. Boy two takes this as the perfect opportunity to wind up and throw a rock directly into his friends testicles. Boy one crumples to the ground, while boy two and I share a laugh over this incredible moment.
My sons mom. She left me and my son when he was 2 months old. She decided all she wanted to do was be out at the clubs and [sleep with] random guys instead of being a mom. My son is ten now. We don’t talk to her, but judging from her Facebook her life is a mess. Now has 4 kids with different dads and has been in jail n and out. Child protective services have a scope on her. She doesn’t have anything at all to do with my son. But….. she posted on her Facebook that the reason her life is a mess is because her first born child’s father (me) put witch craft on her. Hahahah nope not me. That is called karma! Meanwhile me and my son have lives a wonderful life :-).
When I was about 14, my friend was in a different school than me. He saw his English teacher out walking and mentioned it and said his name. I ran and hid and shouted, “Mr Jones, I love you.” The teacher turned around and saw his student standing by himself.
Over the summer, the teacher transferred to become vice principal at my school. I moved house shortly after and ended up living about 4 houses away from my new vice principal. My prank got returned many, many times.
A bunch of fools in their car flying down the highway, flashing their lights and giving everybody the finger as they drive-by. Three minutes later down the road, there was a speed trap and you see them pulled over by the cops. Sweet sweet justice.
Not gonna lie, I felt pretty good when I found out my school bully had been arrested for shoplifting.
Be Better, a tiktok star. They kept posting criticism videos of celebrities titled “The Downfall of X.” And it was always a celebrity with a big following, but the “downfall” was always a bunch of exaggerated sweet nothings that never quite added up to a real criticism.
Finally karma caught up to them when they posted one about Kamala Harris that was so stupid that people finally had enough, prompting a wave of criticism, which of course people called “The Downfall of Be Better”.
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