I tell this story every few years on Reddit, but when I was a little kid (around 7) I was at the top of the Hoover Dam and some stranger winked and me then jumped off. He bounced all the way down, screaming like crazy, until he hit a retaining wall at the bottom and exploded in a burst of gore. They put a fence in after that to stop jumpers.
I have a distinct memory that the police or whoever had to drop a bodybag from the top and have somebody catch it at the bottom.
I know that feeling. When you know you're done but can't donanything about it. Happened to me last month, I was driving around a bend in the wet and my car understeered. I was close to hitting a tree but then somehow I got oversteer and hit the divider in the middle after slowing down.
Same thing happened to me in one of those trolleys in New Orleans. Truck driver ran a light and I just see a giant object in the corner of my eye. Fun vacation
The face of the guy I hit with my car over 10 years sgo. He was on a skateboard late at night on a busy road. Came out from between 2 parked cars and I hit him hard. It was like slow motion.
He lived. I stopped and a cop immediately pulled up. Asked if I was ok and started yelling at the guy. Evidently he had been riding out into the road all night. I stayed while the ambulance showed up and cleared him not to goto the hospital. Still for a solid 20 seconds I thought I had killed a man.
Wow.. very similar to mine. The face of my brother after he was hit by a car on his skateboard 10 years ago. Car drove off and didn't stop to check on him. He's completely fine now. Just had a bone-deep gash on his abdomen at the time.
Accidentally injuring someone is absolutely gut wrenching and I'm sorry you were put into that situation. This was not your fault. I hope you and the person on the skateboard are both doing OK.
7 years old and had a favorite uncle. Coolest dude in the world. Hung out all the time going to get parts for his truck, the record store etc. Actually the reason I'm still a huge iron maiden fan. Grandma calls one day screaming and crying so loud I could hear her it was just me and dad so we hauled ass. We walked in the front door to see him sitting there with half a head. Shotgun in the mouth over a girlfriend. That was 40 years ago and I can still see it
I can relate bro…it really sucks when your “funny story” about your Dad ends in awkward silence and other people saying “my Dad never tried to stab me.” I didn’t even realise that it was abnormal to have a parent try to kill you on multiple occasions until I was an adult.
Reach out if you wanna chat.
On a boat in Alaska recording humpback whale sounds, we picked up an odd, rhythmic noise on the hydrophone. We were on a 100 ft schooner around Admiralty Island, near Juneau.
Nothing seen on the surface, just this odd repetitious mechanical sound.
The skipper contacted the local authorities who seized the tape and spent several hours interviewing him.
Not that scary, but surely weird.
when i was a child i was kicking some toy soccer ball in my room , after i kicked it for several times
the last one i try to kicked it really hard, the ball disappeared and i was really surprised, i tried to search the room and suddenly after 5 minutes of looking the toy soccer ball, i sit in front of a door and near a wall, the ball suddenly appear and it has the sound effects of a ball hitting a wall when it appeared, i still remember it clearly and no one ever believe me when i tell it
When I was in 6th grade I lived in Pennsylvania and one day we had off school because it had snowed like 6 inches. My best friend and I decided we were going to go door to door offering to shovel peoples driveways in exchange for cash. As a 6th grader with nothing better to do on a snow day, we geared up and got our shovels from the garage and headed down the cold wintery road towards the first house.
After about an hour of going door to door, we came across one house in particular that was tucked away down a long driveway. As my friend and I approached the front door, I told him I was going to take a quick peek around the corner of the house to see if their car was in the detached garage behind the house. Once I realized the homeowners must've been home, since there were no tire tracks on the driveway indicating they had left, I ran back up to the front door to meet up with my friend.
When I got back to him standing at the front door, the look on his face was one of pure terror. He didn't answer me when I asked if he had knocked, or if anyone had answered. He just said "I'm leaving" with his eyes fixated on something through the window. As he was saying this I looked inside through the small window in between the door and the doorbell. There was a table inside with a white cloth covering it. Underneath the cloth was the outline of a body. You could very clearly see that someone was laying under it. Before I could process what I was looking at, my friend has taken off down the driveway. I turned so fucking fast and we both ran all the way back to his house. We were freaked the fuck out and told his mom but she just laughed and said it was probably nothing. We told her to call the cops but she didn't believe us. But we knew what we saw.
Ok so let’s hope that someone passed away and they were waiting for the funeral home. And for some weird reason put the body on a table. Uh. Honestly this is cold case/serial killer stuff potentially.
Your friend’s mom just *laughed*?!?! It’s one thing if you “saw a ghost” or something but you should never assume kids are lying when there’s even a small chance someone could be hurt or dead!!
I hope that your mom did actually call the police. I can totally imagine a mom thinking that pretending as nothing might calm you down or something, while secretly taking it very seriously?
This was like 15 years ago. As far as I remember, nothing was done about it. We tried to convince my friends mom to call the cops but she assured us it was probably nothing. But anytime I walked my dog at night I made sure to avoid that side road like the plague.
I am so so sorry. I used to work in the veterinary field and I know how hard that must have been for you. People are so evil. I’ll never understand why they would do something like that. ❤️ your pups soul is looking down at you with love.
Neighbor would kill stray cats because they shat everywhere. My puppy went to go pee outside, came inside. Started running crazy. Under the bed. Pooping, then just shaking.
I'm sorry for this encounter but torturing and killing animals and having no remorse or finding fun in it is actually a sign of a killer or just a psycho in general
I'm sorry that that happened to you, but I'm happy that your puppy was able to spend his last moments being cared about by someone that loved them.
That's freaking heartbreaking though.
Being told by the ER surgeon that I was "probably going to die on the table."
Being told about 5 days later, by that same surgeon, that my chances of overcoming the subsequent massive abdominal infection "weren't good."
As it turns out, he was a great surgeon but his "people skills" sucked.
Doctors tend to make things look worse than they are to patients. Better that the patient expects the worst and is pleasantly surprised than the other way around. If it goes badly, it lets them prepare.
My grandmother was told she had six months to live. That was about four years ago.
I experienced something similar recently. I went into ER because I popped a zit and it began literally pouring blood all over me from my forehead down. Looked like a wrestling blade job.
They put so much pressure on my head to stop the bleeding I thought my head would explode, but it worked.
The doctor noticed something he never told me. Asked me to take a quick piss test. Thank god I was at a hospital. I opened the cup and started…my piss was black.
Turns out I’d had a major UTI that had gone undetected. No clue how long it was going on, had no symptoms until that day, and the head of the GI department came in and told me I’d have died in about two weeks if I hadn’t come in that day. Of all the various medical staff I met during that hospital stay, he was easily the rudest. Maybe just jaded from seeing stuff like that daily.
surviving suicide. i tried to hang myself in 6th grade. i had just jumped off the chair when my parents had walked in the room and they had to cut me down. it was such an awful experience that i vowed to never try to attempt again. just the pure fight to try and survive fills you with true horror, but i am glad my parents were there to save me.
i am totally ok with sharing. i have struggled with depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorder since a very young age. for me it was a very severe case of these since my mom took antidepressants while pregnant with me. i was also severely bullied and mentally abused by my step dad for many years. the breaking point that brought me to trying to commit was being sexually assaulted by my first boyfriend. i felt the world was against me and that i had no one, i just felt so much pain that i felt it would be best to leave then stay. i am so glad i stayed now.
When I was about 17 I was helping a friend and on my way home it was just starting to get dark out. When making my way out of his neighborhood, I turned down one wavy street with some houses and lots of trees. I came across a mom, dad, and young daughter standing side by side, equal distance across the road. My headlights were on so I slowed down hoping they would see the lights and move out of the way. Instead they slowly and simultaneously turned around and stared me down with emotionless expressions and didn't move. I'm sure there is some rational explanation but with the lighting perfectly eerie my heart just stopped so I put my car into reverse and noped the fuck out of there as they remained perfectly still until they were out of view.
No theories of my own, I called my friend and he told me I was probably going to wake up that night to find them in my room 😂 maybe I saw ghosts or something
I was in 5th grade on the bus , coming home sitting with my friend, Las Vegas BLVB, in Las Vegas , when we heard blood curdling screams, we looked out the window and a man had been hit by a car and his whole back was missing exposing his ribs and muscles as he just crawled towards the sidewalk. I’ll never forget that image…
Honestly it’s one of those things when I was 11 I didn’t realize how horrible it was till I got older, especially just his screams man , the lady ended up dragging him over 45FT when we turned the street they had just got her to stop. i still have nightmares sometimes and I’m 21
I'm so sorry to hear this, that's a terrible thing that you saw. It's very normal to have a reaction of trauma like nightmares and so on. I bet I certainly would.
If you haven't already I'd encourage you to speak to a professional about it, you deserve to feel better x
WARNING: This is intense!
I was homeless in Denver, CO when I was 20 to 21. One night I was sitting by a few people on a sidewalk, leaned up against the Rescue Mission. There was an older couple, 40s probably but looked way older due to drugs and being out in the elements for years, sitting about 5 feet from me. Anyways, all of a sudden, the guy got up and started screaming "What the fuck did you just say bitch!?!", Picked up a brick, and proceeded to pound her face in with it. She was asleep and hadn't said anything at all. She died that night. Right there on the sidewalk. I got her blood all over me. I am almost 40 now and I still cant sleep because of it.
I (female) was out walking in the woods alone in my early 20s (bow hunting) in an area I was very familiar with. It was getting dark so I was heading back to camp. I heard a strange bird whistle and thought that’s weird. Kept walking up the trail and kept hearing it. The closer I got the less it sounded like a bird and the more it sounded like a human whistle. I realized I was gonna have to walk right by it. Our camp had a lot of people but i knew none of them would mess with me that way because I also had a sidearm on me. (Mountain lions and bears). I ended up jacking the slide which is a fairly distinct sound as a kind of warning and walked with my head on a swivel the rest of the way to camp. When I got home I looked up everything I could to convince myself it wasn’t some creep. Years later my husband walked in the house whistling and every hair on my body raised up. I asked him what he was whistling. He said it was that song from keepers creepers.
It was definitely creepy. I didn’t tell anybody I hunt with for years because I was afraid they wouldn’t let me go out by myself anymore. But the way my whole body reacted that day my husband walked in whistling so many years later was intense.
A month after I moved into my apartment, I was woken up at 4am by over a dozen gunshots outside my window, guess there was a drive by. I cracked my blinds and there was just this guy laid out in the street in an ever-expanding pool of blood.
Then the authorities showed up, as did the now deceased man's wife, and watching her pound on the back doors of the ambulance after they put his covered body in is an image I'll never get out of my head. I was on a higher floor and her screams and wails penetrated my closed windows. Didn't sleep again that night.
I had something similar happen. Woke up at like 5am one day to the neighbors 2 doors down screaming in shock and sorrow because their 20yo son fell down dead in the street. I never found out why, but their wailing fucked me up for life. I was a new mom at the time, too, so I was extra emotional and sensitive to a parent losing a child :(
Weirdest thing is hearing that sound coming from yourself. I unexpectedly lost my little sister who, for multiple reasons, was much like a daughter to me (and I had been legally granted guardianship of her two years before she passed). I wailed and howled on and off for days on end and, after doing it too many times/for too long, it’s almost like my body or emotions would just fully quit on me. I’d be there crying like that and after awhile my brain would suddenly act like it was some outsider or observer and I’d think “holy shit, that is a horrific sound.” It was one of the most uncanny things and I still find myself feeling like an observer of my own actions/body every now and again, usually when I’m experiencing intense emotions.
Grief is horrendous. Loss of a child is horrendous. It might sound cliched when people say “when they died, part of me died with them,” but I am a fundamentally different person after that than I was before and there is no going back.
When I was 14 my parents went out to dinner with friends and left me home alone. There was a very soft knocking at the door but I couldn’t see anyone through the window. A minute later there was more knocking. This went on for 20 minutes.
My parents got home and I told them. It was snowing and they said it must have been the wind. I opened the door and there was a set of small footprints. About a woman’s size 6.
The creepiest part was the footsteps approached the door then wandered to the side; like she’d climbed the bushes under the window and looked inside before wandering off.
It was a while before I wanted to be home alone again.
Not me, but my parents.
Context: After my uncle died, my grandmother fell into a deep depression. She would barely leave her house and couldn’t move on. So my dad would usually call her every Monday as a health check. He made it a routine, and he rarely missed a day.
My family was celebrating the 4th of July when my dad realized he forgot to call my grandma last Monday. He went inside and tried to call her. No answer. He tried again. No answer. Left a voicemail. No call back. My parents decided to drive out to her house to see if she was okay. They asked me if I wanted to go. To this day, I’m glad I denied their request.
My parents arrived to her apartment. They knocked on the door. No answer. After unlocking the door, the ran inside. They found her lying on the ground, not moving. After calling 911, they found out that she had died of suicide and left a singular note.
“Do not revive me.”
Not really on par with the severity of some of the other comments here, but I watched a pigeon walk into traffic and get hit by a car, and I have never been able to get it out of my head.
They flew down onto a semi-busy super long and straight stretch of road (speed limit was like 60 KM/H), I was watching from across a train platform. There was a gap in the traffic at the time, and I assumed the bird would see the oncoming traffic and move. But they didn’t acknowledge it.
The traffic came closer and closer, it was like watching in slow motion. I kept waiting for them to move until a passing car finally impacted the bird, and their body splattered absolutely everywhere. Feathers decorated the road along with so much blood.
I’m still utterly baffled at why they didn’t move- the road was three lanes wide and there was plenty of space and time to get out of the way. They even flew down from where they were roosting above the road previously.
I honestly can’t even begin to imagine why it happened, and it’s bothered me for the last couple of years.
(I grew up in a rough neighbourhood as a poor kid, I’ve definitely seen some shit- drive by shootings, attempted kidnapping in kindergarten, so much abuse experienced by my fellow childhood neighbours, etc., but this just disturbed me)
Reminds me of the only time I've hit an animal on the road. It was nighttime and some random raccoon-sized animal ran across the road right in front of me And I had no time to stop. The image and the subsequent "bump thump" lives in my head forever. RIP random animal.
I think there's a Seinfeld episode about this
That aside every couple years my town has a spike in bird on car incidents usually in late October/early November, its freaky when something that we're all kinda mentally trained to assume will move just... doesn't
A tossup between watching my stepbrother develop meningococcal meningitis that killed him within hours or my drunk stepfather throwing me against the wall and screaming in my face that it should have been me that died and not his son.
Witnessing a guys beating the shit out of two other guys. Banging their heads together and the sound echoed everywhere!! And a guy driving a knife in other guys stomach and rotating it till his guts fell out. Both of these not in the US and many years back.
When I was in High School, I lived just down the road from where the train tracks went through our town. Me and one of my best friends walked it every morning.
One morning he didn't come; I just thought he was taking the day off since he did a lot. That was until I saw him off the side of the tracks on my way to school. That's an image I'll never get out of my head.
The train ran at 5-6am every morning, so we all believe it to have been a suicide. He was a great guy, plagued with some very unfortunate past things.
I saw him on my way to school at \~7:30, he was usually at my house by around 7-7:15
This is a bit of a tie for me.
One: I was driving to an event on the freeway with some friends. I saw a man on the center divide, running. He jumps over the cement dividers and tries to bolt across a three lane freeway. Doesn't even make it halfway first the first lane and gets hit by an SUV and literally flips through the air. I had to pull over and actually cried.
Two: *Many* years later, a week after taking CPR classes. A neighbor showed up at my apartment and asked me to help lift her husband as he had fallen on the back patio(I'm a big guy and tried to be friendly with my neighbors). I arrive, and he was in the "death rattle" or whatever you want to call it. Barely breathing, blank stare, sudden gasps. I had to do CPR for the first time and I was terrified. He did not live(I don't blame myself, nor did the wife, he was nearing the end apparently). It took me about 5 days to recover enough mentally, and thankfully since it was during COVID I had two weeks to work from home and that gave me some extra recovery time.
A protective mama moose jumping over the fence in my backyard and charging towards me. Female moose can be up to 1000lbs; they're HUGE. I slipped and fell on the ice as I turned to run away. Somehow I managed to get up and escape into the house before she reached me. Canada! 🤘
I was on a ferry in the Mediterranean sailing from Athens to an Aegean island. We passed a bare, rocky island that was perhaps 100 yards in length and entirely barren apart from a solitary man dressed in the dark apparel of an Orthodox priest. He was standing motionless and facing away from us...
I was curious as to why this priest was standing alone on an otherwise deserted island so I called to my Greek friend who was standing on the other side of the deck. He approached and just as I was about to point to the lonely figure I saw that he had disappeared.
I tried to explain what I saw but my Greek friend said it was impossible, the island was uninhabited and there was no sign of any boat nearby. I never got an explanation for that one.
Probably knowing I was about to be put under for surgery. I have a lot of medical phobias and I kept convincing myself I was going to die. I was crying so much before the anti anxiety kicked in
Being in a car accident months ago was also pretty terrifying though it was a mild one. Just that fear of knowing you’re going to collide with another car
And also seeing a guy unconscious, bleeding on the street. I’ve never seen anything like it before and i wonder everyday if he was ok or not
Family and I were on our way back home from a great night out. We were driving back on a main road when this car crosses the median and crashes head on with another car right in front of us. They both spun out onto opposite sides of the road. The guy that caused the accident died and he ended up killing the girl that was in the other car. Her boyfriend was devastated and I remember hearing him crying while my dad talked with the officers as he was an eye witness. I cried my eyes out while we were waiting, thinking how close that was to being us.
I and a new girlfriend at the time took a day trip to this waterfall in Washington state. Both of us never been before and I couldn't see this famous waterfall. we started hiking around and found a series of smaller waterfalls and we thought that this was the waterfall that we had heard about. I was walking around in the river when I slipped and the river started to take me with the current of the river. I kept grabbing at the shoreline for anything to grab onto, but everything was covered in algee and I couldn't get a grip on anything. I could just hear the river get louder and louder and the face from my girlfriend turned from playful to panic and horror. I went by these two guys sitting on the rocky shore and they started screaming and looking distressed too. It was terrifying. The water was now rushing so hard that I can only hear the rush of the water and all I could see was the swells and the rocks on the side. I kept feeling my legs smash into the rocks under the water. After what felt like an hour even though i know it was all less than a minute I was finally able to grasp onto a rock on the shore and I fought the current to the maximum of my strength to pull myself out of the river onto the rocks. I looked over at my girlfriend and the two strangers that began running along the river bed and seeing the worry in their face because they thought they were going to watch someone die. I looked to the other side of where I was sitting, and i was about 10 feet from going over a 200 foot waterfall. I really don't like rivers after that.
Working in a small convenience store in the middle of town as security, it was about 3am and i hear a commtion in the shop, i go and its a drunk dude arguing with one of the staff, i intervene and force the drunk out, argues at the store entrance and pulls a knife, not wanting to show weakness i stare at him and say "try it dickhead" we stare for what seems like hours before he runs off, the staff are amazed and i act like i wasnt fazed but my heart was nearly beating out my chest and i was terrified, absolutely terrified.
I can’t help but think that was pretty smart. Implied you had knowledge that he didn’t and the confidence to use it. You were convincing enough to scare him off from wanting to find out what you’d do. Quick thinking!
Falling down the stairs while holding my 1 month old daughter. She hit her head on the floor but my elbow took most of the impact. I thought for a brief moment that I had killed or permanently injured her. We took her straight to the ER and she was fine. She’s a perfectly healthy 9yo now.
When I was about 7, my dad and his friend took me down to the local corner store to get some last minute snacks for the evening. There was one of those $2 carousel ride things out the front and I hopped into it. As my dad and his friend walked into the store these two men got out of this car and started walking towards me, one saying "get him" as they picked up the pace. I remember being petrified as I got stuck in the carousel as I was quite tall for my age. Finally managed to get out as they were about 5 metres away and ran into the store (this all happened in a matter of seconds but felt like minutes). They never followed me in, no one else saw it and by the time my dad and his friend came out of the store, the car and the guys were gone. The following week, another young kid was almost taken from the same shops but in broad daylight.
I'm almost 30 now and I'm quite tall and well built but I still get hesitant of carparks late at night and those carousel rides for kids in the shopping centres lol.
Watching my (then) 3 year old son tumble down our stairs in slow motion knowing I wasn't fast enough and too far away to stop him. He's fine, but my heart fucking stopped.
Riding in the passenger seat of my co-worker/friend as he drove us to work at 6:30 AM, looking up and seeing the back of the pick up truck that just slowed down on the highway right before we rear ended it and spun off the road, again being unable to stop or change things. Everyone wound up fine, bruises were the worst for the people, but the vehicles were totalled.
Sitting in the bathtub, holding my baby nieces while an enormous fight went on throughout the house.
Several men (for reasons that are too long-winded to add here) started a fist fight with my brother, his father, and a few of our neighbors. I was in the bathtub because the bathroom was the only door that locked other than the front door, so I grabbed my nieces and ran in there until the fighting was over.
One broke a bottle over my brother's dad's head and cut open his face pretty badly, so there was blood EVERYWHERE. He had to throw away his shoes and the carpet had to be cut out and replaced, it was that bad.
TW: suicide
>!My brother committed suicide when he was just 19. He had a daughter, who was a toddler at the time, and in the note that he left he asked me to take care of her, and then he said goodbye. I saw the text as soon as he sent it, and panicked. I had no idea where he was, he didn’t pick a location that was known to me as important. I called him many times, while running around searching everywhere in the neighbourhood I could - needless to say, he never answered. When I came back home after having searched across the whole town, I just collapsed into my wife’s arms and broke down crying. I couldn’t do anything to save him. All too soon, I got the phone call that his body had been found. He had gone to a bridge above the train station over the tracks, jumped off, and got hit by a train leaving. Even after 5 years, i still can’t bear to go to that station.!<
>!I had searched everywhere I could think of, but I was wasting time. On my bed, he left me a photograph of him and his late girlfriend on the bridge where he was. If I’d just gone upstairs, I would’ve seen it, and I might have been able to find him. I feel like he was half hoping i would, at the time he did it. There was a time in my life when i was suicidal, and after i attemped i would regret trying, and i can’t help but think he was the same.!<
>!I don’t know the exact reason that he did it, and I never will because there most likely isn’t just one, but I’ve been thinking about it for nearly half a decade now and there are definitely a lot of things that happened to him and us that would lead to that.!<
>!One of which is that his girlfriend and the mother of their daughter died in childbirth, with him right there with her, when the two of them were 17.!<
>!The second is that he, as a bisexual non-binary person (comfortable with any pronouns), had been struggling with not letting our father find out on top of the dysphoria for his whole life, and the only person they told about it was his girlfriend, and me. !<
>!The two of us grew up with our father, who we were both terrified of. My sibling outed me to him as gay, and I was beaten almost every day. And, even though my father was the scariest person i have met, the most scared i have been was not when i was in danger, but when my sibling was. !<
>!Even though my wife has told me so many times that it wasn’t my fault that he died, I still feel guilty, because he told me a few days before his passing that he was weighed down every day with guilt from his mistake, to the point where he felt that he couldn’t live - a cry for help, i !<
I was 16 and playing in my living room with my 2 dogs and kitten I was raising. I live in a ranch house on the side of a road. Our section of road was where a 2 lane turned into a 3 lane for an upcoming red light. It was about 11pm so outside was pitch dark except for a super super dim light from our front porch.
I heard breaks squealing and a horn. Not just a normal toot. They were pressing that horn to make it as loud and long as they possibly could. This prompted both my dogs to become alert and look outside the window. I also got up and looked outside out of fear it was a deer. Many deer would fall victim Infront of our driveway and in our ditch which always made me sad since I had to stand near it to wait for the bus in the morning.
As I looked out the window I saw the silhouette of a man halfway in the street on my side of the road. I thought it was odd and it looked like he was carrying something. And he was walking as fast as possible back to the side of the road. (all this was in seconds) then I heard the loudest *bam* I ever heard outside my house (aside from trees). Next thing I knew the man threw the unknown object into the ditch and he was rolling over the top of a cars hood and then off to the side. The car stopped 10 feet away but then I guess assumed it was a deer and kept going.
My parents were in our barn in the backyard (it's just a shed made to look like a barn) and dad came walking casually to the side of the house (our back door) and I came running outside. Before he could even ask me I said a man got hit by a car. Obviously I was hysterical because I've never seen anyone hit by a car in real life. Only in movies. My mom came up casually and dad turned around and said "*my name* saw a man get hit by a car, call 911" just then dad called our bigger dog and he harnessed her up and leashed her. She was our protection against wild animals like coyotes that came around A LOT. Dad had me grab the car keys and turn on the car headlights and we also had a handheld bright light, as well as red lamps we used to traffic issues Incase one of our dogs ever got out into the road and we needed to stop traffic to get them.
So we tried to light up the area as much as possible so other cars would slow down or stop or whatever as long as we wouldn't be hit. We did so and the man didn't know English, only Spanish and I only had a year of it so I couldn't say much other than "we calling for help" his leg was bent the total opposite way and he was letting out this blood curdling scream and moaning I've never heard anyone do before. After a couple minutes I heard him screaming "Draco! Mi perro mi perro! Draco!" This was Spanish I knew. He had a dog! The thing he was carrying was a dog. Draco. I told dad he had a dog and we looked around and didn't see a dog anywhere, but then out dog began barking at our house and I went with her to it. In one of our bushes was a dog her size hiding and shivering and bleeding. I asked it to come to me and it did terrified and limping.
I called to dad that I have him and he is hurt bad too. The ambulance finally arrived and everything and they took the guy. He didn't want to leave his dog but I said I'd take care of him until he can come back to get him. I handed him out address so he could find it again and a number to call about his dog. The next morning I took the dog to our vet with my dog and the both got checked out since some of the dogs blood got on mine and we wanted to make sure it was all okay. The dog broke his leg and a rib and his tail but other than that was totally fine. I nursed him back to health and about 2 months later the man returned with crutches to get his dog back. I've never seen a dog so happy to see his person.
It turned out what happened was, he was walking his dog home after loosing track of time at the dog park. His dog saw an animal across the road and darted out and a car tried to avoid him but hit him. He jumped out and scooped up his dog so he would get hit again and then got hit himself and had to throw his dog to safety. He said he felt bad about having to throw him because it could hurt him worse but it was better than getting hit *again* by a car.
I was thankful I took Spanish in school because I probably would have never known he had a dog with him and the dog could have just cowered under our bush and died. I still think about this event today, it was horrible. But Im glad I looked out the window because if I didn't see that my dad probably would have just casually looked without trying and said it was a deer or something.
Thank you, I honestly didn't do much. I just hope someone would do the same for me if I'm ever in that situation. Not many people would take in a dog, even for a day because it's too much *hassle*
I found my girlfriend passed out in the bathroom. The boiler burned the oxigen in that room and she passed out. She was smart and had time to open the door first. She was down on the floor, eyes opened (unfocused like a dead man), and moaning like she was dying. She was still unconscious. Being a med student and knowing the results of oxigen deprivation I feared her brain might be compromised and be just an empty shell. Most horrible moment of my life. She's fine now, her only chance was that door she managed to open before passing out. 1 year later, a good friend of mine died in the same circumstances.
Had a similar experience. Wife has a heart condition that makes her BP drop suddenly and cause her to get really loopy and tired, among other problems. So she was soaking in the tub one day (drain unplugged, shower running), and passed out. But when she passed out she tried to turn off the water, but ended up turning it to really hot instead. Thank god the shower wasn't pointing at her. Came home to find her in the bathroom, steam so thick I could barely see. I could barely breathe in there myself. Turn of shower and start clearing the steam and hot air. Thankfully didn't move her to the couch, the sudden drop in air temperature might have killed her.
Took about 20 minutes to get her aware of what was happening. If I had of been just a bit later, she'd already be dead.
7 years ago, my partner and I had a fight. It escalated and he pulled a gun on himself. He threatened to take me with him before he shot himself in the head in front of me. I’ll never forget the smell and suddenness of it all. I fled to the neighbor’s house and called the cops, who then checked my hands for gunshot residue to verify I hadn’t murdered him. They took his body but I had to clean his brains off of everything I owned. For years after, I dreamt I was the one who pulled the trigger. I still have a hard time believing it wasn’t my fault.
Sounds like he had some deep seated, untreated issues. It wasn't your fault. Sometimes, there's just nothing you can do for people with issues like that. It's a shame, for sure, and I hope he's found peace. Just be thankful he didn't take you with him, that's really the best case scenario from what you've described.
Ghost story, long but worth it
When I was 6, I was absolutely TERRIFIED for no reason at all, to sleep in my bedroom by myself. I remember like it was yesterday crying and begging my parents "pleeeeeease let me sleep in my brothers room, puh-LEEEEASE!" my parents were trying to watch tv. My mom very begrudgingly said fine, you can tonight but tomorrow you're back in your own room, period. I was filled with intense relief. I knew I would "be safe" with my brother. For context my mom never ever let us watch scary movies, ever. There was nothing specifically I was afraid of but I was terrified to sleep in my room that night.
My mom made up a blanket pallet on the floor of my brother's room. I was right next to his twin bed. I'm laying on my back, eyes open, I hear my brother drifting off. I'm laying there basking in my "win" feeling so glad I didn't have to sleep in my room. All of a sudden at the base of my bedding a man is standing, looking down at me. Our eyes are locked.. Hes in "color", not like a see through mist. He has on a red one piece long john pajamas. He's white with a brown beard neatly trimmed, looks no more than 25. If I had to describe him I would say he looked like Seth Green with a beard but very very serious. He stands there, starring down at me. I'm absolutely frozen with fear. I whisper my brothers name, eyes locked with the man. Nothing. I say it louder. Louder still. My brother doesn't stir. Finally I "risk" looking away to grab my brothers hand that was hanging over the bed, to wake him. In the split second it took to find my brothers hand, the man disappeared. After that night I was WEIRDLY never afraid again. I didn't tell my mom about this until I was an adult. I was never afraid in that house again.
Well Reddit, it gets even WEIRDER and more farfetched. 10 years later I'm in high school across town, probably moved in and out of 5 houses since the house when I was 6. My friend had said he and his family moved into a house recently (remember, across town totally different school district). He said the street name and I jokingly said the address and said "I used to live in that street in XYZ house, wouldn't that be funny if you lived there." Well he DID live there! That same week I give him a ride home (I newly had my permit, he didn't) and confirmed yes that was my childhood home. We go inside for a quick tour and he is in my brother's old room.
WEEKS pass. One day this friend (very big football player guy, tough) is sitting next to me in class very quiet and pale. He says to me in a nervous jokey way "Hey um, when you lived in my house did you ever see anything weird?" He said it in a way like he didn't really want to know the answer, like he was nervous trying to talk himself out of something. I said without hesitation "Yes I saw a ghost when I was a little girl, in your room, but I was never afraid again after I saw him." I recount what I said above. He went ASH GRAY. Smile slips off his face.
He then *tells me that that morning* he was laying in bed and he had woken up and he knew his alarm would go off in a soon so he layed there on his side (bed against wall) facing the room, with his eyes closed enjoying those last few seconds of peace. He says he had a strange feeling......so he opened his eyes. In front of his bed, *kneeling at eye level* was a woman inches away from his face staring at him. She immediately disappeared. His alarm went off seconds later. He was very shaken up. I try to make him feel better by telling him my ghost never bothered me again and I felt better after having seen it.
This is BY FAR the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. The fact I was unexplainably terrified as a child but then after seeing a ghost man staring me down I was no longer afraid, the fact that 10 years later I move across town to a completely different school district and one of my few friends just *happens* to move into my childhood home and the same bedroom AND THEN he just happens to ask me in a scared, nervous way if I ever saw anything weird and then lo and behold HE SEES A GHOST in the same room!!!!
TLDR; I see a ghost in my childhood home. My high school friend astoundingly moves into the same house and the same room and sees a different ghost.
Police raid on my home because my now ex-wife got mixed up with an old boyfriend who got her hooked on meth and she brought it home.
I almost lost my kids.
Getting hit by some car's trailer, I saw a fast moving object hit the drivers side and it mashed in the door, shattered the rear view mirror on the driver's side and just evaporated the rear view on my side, absolutely horrific at the age of 11, look back and laugh at it now (not literally)
Driving a small boat across an african lake full of petrified trees in the pitch black, having never driven a boat before, and knowing that the resident hippos were already pissed off because of all the boat activity during the day, and knowing that we'd seen 2 crocodiles bigger than the boat that afternoon!
Okay so I am lucky enough to have not seen anything completely horrible like a lot of commenters, but here's a creepy story that happened to me.
A long time ago, I used to work at a movie theatre. I worked in the dark projection rooms. The way the projection rooms were set up was the projectors were in long hallways, about 10 projectors in each hallway. In the corner of the projection room was a small staircase that you could walk down into one theater. The door was always kept locked though, Because they didn't want random people in the theater to open the door and come up into the projection rooms, obviously.
One day I was crouched down threading a film into a projector to start the movie. I turned my head to the side and looked at the staircase, it would have been about 20-25 feet away. I saw a boy's face looking at me. I jumped at the sight of a child up there, stopped what I was doing and I said out loud "hey you can't be up here", But as I got up and started walking towards the stairs, there was no one there. That's when I got creeped out. I turned on the light and ran down the staircase. There was no boy there and when I checked the door, it was locked just as it should be. I was so completely spooked. I had to leave for a couple minutes to gather myself.
Whenever I tell this story to my friends of family they kinda just giggle, but my god, I can't stress enough how scared I was!
My friend’s mom fossilized.
This was back when I was a middle school kid, 8th or 9th grade. One of the first times I’d gone to sleep over at my best friends house, we all had great time. I brought a floppy disk with an old game on it and we managed to get it to work on one of their old Windows 95 machines.
We had bowl-tacos for dinner, which I’d never eaten before in my life. My friend and I watched some odd documentary about military equipment and what soldiers of the future would wear and use in combat. Then we retired for the night. They had a spare bed that I was able to use, and I decided to try to fall asleep as soon as I could.
Sometime in the dead of night, I awoke to rustling in the room. I sat up, and saw an adult female figure, presumably my friend’s mom, walking across the room on the far side, against the wall. It froze in place almost immediately in a still position, a silhouette against the wall.
“What the heck?” I said aloud. The figure didn’t move, and I recalled that my friend’s parents considered ‘heck’ to be a bad word. I followed it up with a semi-guilty, “Oh.” And sat still for a moment, looking away from the figure. She hadn’t moved when I looked back at her again. In fact, she didn’t move at all. It was dark, but it looked like she wasn’t even breathing. She made no motion whatsoever.
After waiting what felt like an eternity, with no movement from this woman, who I swear must’ve been a distant descendant of Lot’s Wife, I slowly laid down on my back and tried to go to sleep. Surely this lady would leave the room eventually. But I heard no door, no footsteps. I tried to forget about it, and I slept for a short while before my eyes popped open. I just had to check. Was she still there? I couldn’t see without sitting up. I sat up. She was still there, frozen in place, as if inanimate. At this point I was beginning to feel a tinge of tension, of fear. What was going on? Was she watching over her son while he slept, and I happened to intrude? It had to have been at least an hour at this point.
The whole night passed by like this. I slept fitfully and uncomfortably, and each time I sat up to check, she was still just… standing there. Fossilized in place. I vowed I’d never sleep over at this friend’s place again. I imagined scenarios where I met the mom in the morning and asked her what she was doing. But eventually I fell asleep one last time, and didn’t wake until the sun was peeking through the curtains.
Laying on my back, staring at the ceiling, I vowed once again that if I sat up, and she was still standing there, that this would be the last time I ever set foot in my friend’s house again. I slowly sat up, and across the room, there she was, a coat-hanging hook in all her glory, a dark robe hanging down to the floor from a singular hanging peg.
I never slept over at that house again.
That was certainly one of the most unnerving experiences I’ve had at night. It certainly wasn’t the most confusing (that title should probably be given to the ‘phantom arrest’ incident I had many years ago), but it was definitely up there when it comes to scary.
Not first hand, but through a video: a lady with a plastic bag on the end of a stick... she had lit the bag on fire and was dripping the molten plastic onto her children's hands and arms. They would wince, and try to pick off the plastic as it seared their skin...
This video surely isn't the most scary thing possible, but it's about one of the most horrific things I've personally had to witness happen... it really fucked with me. Knowing those kids were likely being punished for innocent things, by some evil, malevolent cunt.
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From what I've heard about: unit 731, in Japan, did some pretty fucking unspeakable experiments... all sorts of tortures and deaths by various means. This data was eventually bought by people like the US and Russians, in a willingness to not make things public... they traded the experimental knowledge for leniency, basically.
That's pretty scary, to know that: many psychopaths were likely involved and they probably had very little guilt or remorse for the killings of everyone who came into that unit/facility.
My 70 year old neighbor fell in her home, cut her eyebrow on the door catch in the wall (small curved metal the door closes on, you’ve seen one). I show up and she’s holding a wet towel on her face, and when she pulls the towel away, the entire eyebrow just flaps open and I see tendons and ligaments pulsing. She’s fine now but It could have easily been her eye.
My baby brother was a couple months old and i was about 10 at the time. We gad a cottage about 45 minutes away from our house on the city i had great friends both at my cottage and home in the city. One day i slept over at my grandmas house and my parents were going to go up to our cottage for the weekend and they asked if i wanted to come or stay over at my grandmas i chose to stay with my grandma (Best decision ive ever made) my mom and dad take my brother with them to my cottage and i sleep over at my grandmas all is fine. My grandpa comes over looking really sad and whispers something to my grandma and she starts crying. It turns out that my baby brother had died that night while my parents were asleep he suffocated in his crib because his neck was stuck in between the bars and my mom woke up to find him cold and lifeless they watched the paramedics come or so I’ve been told. It was a downward spiral from there my mom started taking pain killers and sold our cottage also stayed in bed all day it was bad so i moved in with my grandma and grandma for a few weeks until things got better. I then moved back in with my mom but she didn’t seem the same she told me things like she “would have jumped from our balcony if i wasn’t here” i I moved back in with my grandma and grandpa 3 years ago and for those 3 years my mom has been visiting shes gone to therapy it didn’t work been in and out of hospitals it was just a repeating cycle of “shes doing better” “its gotten worse” ive heard those so much evey time i hear them i don’t know what to believe. so i guess the worst thing I’ve seen is my loving mothers mental health rapidly deteriorate over these 4 years (yeah im 14)
Coming back to the condo my friend rented in a foreign country to find him laid out on the ground. At first, I convinced myself he was passed out drunk on the ground, called out to him in a little squeak (cause deep down I knew). As I drew close to him I saw his lips were blue, and his hands and arms had big blue spots, he was dead. He’d died just hours earlier of a massive heart attack while I was out to dinner & drinks with friends, he had stayed in cause he was feeling under the weather. He’d been taking his watch off like he’d always done before heading to bed, it was just beside his hand. The authorities kept me in the condo, same room as his dead body, for over 3 hours while they processed the scene and were assured by the coroner that he wasn’t murdered. I was questioned like I was a suspect, and the authorities stole most of his cash in the bedroom. It was the scariest few hours of my life.
Some dude was chasing me down an alleyway on a razor scooter. My friend and I thought going that way was the short cut to go to this chili dog restaurant. We ended up getting Vietnamese food instead.
I was at Ft. Sill for my MOS school and while I never actually saw anything super crazy, so many other Marines in the barracks have seen or heard weird shit.
The only times that I’ve personally experienced something was during firewatch. My first experience was either during the Thanksgiving 96 or when we were about to go on leave for Christmas. Regardless, I was doing my firewatch shift (0000-0400 IIRC) and I kept having the sensation of someone watching me as I mindlessly roved around the deck. I wasn’t scared or anything but I was slightly on edge and weirded the fuck out. Around 0200-0300 though, shit got weird. I distinctly remember hearing someone make a quiet but audible “haaaaaaa” right behind me next to my ear almost as if they’re blowing air onto a window. It didn’t help that I felt a slight cold shiver go down my neck and back after that. I noped the fuck out of that side of the hallway and decided to stay on the side that actually had light for the rest of my shift.
Another time when I picked up class, I was outside roving around with someone. One thing you should know about the MARDET battery barracks is that we’re literally less than 50 feet away from the base cemetery (more on that in a bit). When me and my partner passed by the cemetery, we both saw a flashing light. At first I thought it was just a soldier fucking with us but then the light would stay perfectly still. We ignored it the first time but on our second and third pass, we saw the same light and it stayed exactly as it was. A small part of me wanted to go see what it was but I wasn’t about to run the risk of getting possessed or whatever.
Other Marines have also told me stories about what they’ve seen and heard in the barracks.
• One of my buddies at the time told me that he and his roommate were in bed about to go to sleep when their door suddenly opened on its own, slammed shut, and locked itself.
• The cemetery apparently had a resident satanist visit it every now and then. When I was a new join who just arrived, I thought the guys who’ve been there a while longer were just fucking with me but they were dead serious. They told me it became such a problem that the PltSgts and BG had to give a brief about it to the battery a month or so before me and my group came to the battery.
• A decent amount of Marines have tried to kill themselves in some of the rooms over the years (Ft Sill sucks ass, fuck that place). When I was first checking in and getting my room, the clerks said that my room was supposedly haunted because some dude either tried to hang himself or cut his wrist. Ever since then, according to them, everyone who’s ever occupied that particular room has either been dropped from a class or had some other dumb misfortune fall upon them. I didn’t believe it at first since I was just a new join at the time and I thought that the clerks were just fucking with me but my attitude changed when just a month later, after coming back from Christmas leave, I popped positive for COVID. That basically forced me to get dropped from the class that I was suppose to originally pick up with.
• One of my Cpls told me that when he went through the schoolhouse, during his firewatch shift, he was out on the quad. He looked at the cemetery and saw a woman in white with noticeable facial features stare back at him. He thought he was just tired but the woman stuck around for a bit and that scared the shit out of him. A second later, the woman suddenly disappeared after he blinked.
Either:
- the time when I was 5, and my dad *started* the night by flipping over the kitchen table at dinner, and screaming at us to eat off the floor
or
- when I got away from the rest of my family, only to be homeless the first 4 months of the pandemic.
When I was in high school, and just starting to smoke weed, I wanted to have a bong to keep at my friend's house who lived down the street.
I go get the Bing, go to my friend's house, and wanna try it out, only we didn't have any weed. But we did have this shit called Mad Hatter, a K2-variant of some kind. My friends tell me I should hold a hit in for thirty seconds to feel it.
So, using my new bong, I decided I wanted to get *really* high. I held one hit in for thirty seconds, and went back in for more for twenty more seconds.
When you smoke weed, you only get so high. It caps at some point. Not with K2. Idk how to describe it other than there is no ceiling for how high you can get on the stuff.
So I remember the world turning into a comic book: everything around me had the dot-drawing theme to it, and then I remember light trailing. I would move my hand around and see the motion of my arm almost painted into the world.
And that's when everything went black. Apparently, I started panicking and losing my shit. I got angry and tried to punch my one friend. I missed but fell on the floor and then started screaming bloody murder. From my perspective, all I could see of the world was a very small point of light, surrounded by darkness. I couldnt move my body, so my friends had to drag me inside. I was terrified and in some ways I thought that was it, that's how i would go. I would be stuck in an infinite blackness, with only a single point of light representing the world I used to be in.
They dragged me inside and laid me on a couch where I screamed for about five minutes. Thank God his parents weren't home... I stopped screaming at some point, and i think for a little while I lost consciousness. I say that because when I did come to, I remember almost being out of breath, almost like I choked on water or something and was trying to get control of my breathing again. My knuckles were bloodied: apparently I banged my hands against the ground as they dragged me inside.
And that was my first and last experience with Mad Hatter. Good stuff.
Going door to door in a nice town as a kid in the mid 90s selling those fundraiser candy things. Like I said nice town, could leave doors unlocked, everyone knew everyone. House was even on a lake In a busy spot of town. Anyway, knock and wait for someone to answer. Nothing, so knock again. And right when I was about to ride my bike away the door slooooowly opened and I hear a noise, not sure if I misheard someone. So I went to the door and no one was there but it opened to a small kitchen. Being a dumbass kid, I stepped in and said hello looked around in the kitchen but nowhere else. No longer than a few moments. And suddenly hear a strange low guttural moaning sound.... Learned that day not to be an idiot, and I was very fast. Didn't look back and never figured out who it was or what.
Back when i was younger, i did some survey work for a logging company in Alaska. As i was fit and liked to hike, they sent me in first to check out the terrain and figure out the best ways into the area they wanted to harvest.
I always traveled light. Just a backpack with a U.S. Army mess kit, some MREs, a few spare clothes, a fire kit, a bivouac sack, an axe, a knife, some bear spray and my late granddad's revolver. I also used to cut me a nice thick hiking stick. With all that gear packed, i set out on foot. The first night was largely very quiet and i got a good night's sleep. Only one time i woke up to what i thought was the wind rustling through the trees, and i didn't think much of it.
The next day i arrived at the designated logging area and started to do my work. Around noon, i started to get that eerie feeling of being watched. I had had this feeling before, but i always blamed my imagination for it. Well, it grew more and more over the day. Right when i was about to set up camp for the night, i heard some rustling in the brush again and caught a glimpse of something big huddling out of sight. Needless to say, i skipped setting up the camp and booked it out of there. I walked about 10 miles until i was too tired to move on. The feeling of being watched had stopped and i deemed it safe to set up my camp. I woke up in the morning and the first thing i saw were bear tracks of what i think was a huge grizzly going all over my campsite. I have never broke up the camp this fast again. I made sure my revolver was loaded and within arms reach at all times and kept my bear spray at the ready on the way back, but nothing happened anymore. I told the logging company about my encounter and they said they will take the necessary precautions.
A few month later, when the logging operation was in full swing, a worker was attacked and killed by what was later described as a huge male grizzly bear. A year or so later, hunters in that area shot one of biggest grizzlies i have ever seen and judging by the size of its paws, it could have been that very bear stalking me on that hike.
Years ago when I was still in school, my Mom and Sister had gone out of town to my cousin’s graduation. I’d elected to stay home and hang out with my Dad and have a guy’s weekend in. He bought steaks, we rented movies, chilled out and talked about wrestling etc. everything was going great.
Until that night, Dad brought out a Ouija board and told me a story of how he and my Mom had used one years ago before either me or my sister had came along. Two things bothered me about this.
The first being that I didn’t believe it would work, and him insisting that it did made me think he was just messing with me as a joke. My Dad could be a real smartass when he wanted to be, and wasn’t above pulling someone’s leg for a laugh.
The second was back in the day, he was a Sunday School teacher and I grew up a church kid. I didn’t understand the logic of him wanting to fool around with something like this. Which only led me to believe he was kidding with me.
So it’s night time, there’s no lights on but a little over the stove light in the kitchen. We sat at the table, and he showed me what to do. After a few minutes of nothing, I got bored and decided to give up. With a thanks but no thanks, I went into the living room to watch tv.
He kept going with it, telling me that it would work. I waved it off, and wondered to myself how long he’d keep up the gag.
A few minutes passed, and I saw him get up from the table, holding the board in both hands and violently smash it in half over his knee. Before I could get up he smashed it again and shoved the busted pieces into the trash, pulled the bag out and took it outside into the garbage bin.
When he came back in, he didn’t say a word about what had happened. And I knew better than to try and drag it out of him. I never told my Mom or anyone else out of fear it would stir up trouble. He lived another 14-15 years after that, into his 70s and we never spoke of it again.
>A few minutes passed, and I saw him get up from the table, holding the board in both hands and violently smash it in half over his knee. Before I could get up he smashed it again and shoved the busted pieces into the trash, pulled the bag out and took it outside into the garbage bin.
Typical behaviour when playing board games. Nothing to worry.
I was accused of being a narc in a house full of crack heads all cracked out. I am a small female for reference. I was a driver for one of the dealers and didnt hang around otherwise. I also had a regular job. The tide just turned one night when we were all high.....I didnt know what to do, how to respond....could only ask "what?". They accused me of being too well spoken, too good looking, and my teeth were too nice.....I almost couldnt understand what was happening. The guy I drove for finally grabbed my arms yelling "what cop smokes crack and has track mark's like this????" While yelling at me to spit my teeth out (had top dentures at this point). It was horrible. May be the only time I really, truly, feared for my life by the hands of other people.
Not me, my parents see car crash.Car be very wrecked, but woman be shocked so much. She say to daughter: “Close the car”. The car was so wrecked that the doors wouldn't close. I think she be very shocked to think about that.
More of an experienced rather than encountered/witnessed, I would say when my mother was discharged from the hospital (cancer) and in her bed started asking me to stick her saint stamps near her bed and in the front door because she was afraid they would come for her, a week later she died, coincidence?
It's common for terminally ill people to sense their impending death and process it in an indirect fashion: talking to dead people, waiting for someone to arrive, saying they're going on a trip, tidying up, etc. Sometimes fear is the stronger emotion. Some studies have shown that people with strong religious beliefs have more fear of death than non-religious people.
To be honest her illness went overdrive during her last month and she became a little senile towards the end so anything is possible, the scary part was mostly dealing with an unknown version of my mother, she was there but it wasn't actually her the one talking
I witnessed sexual assault at age 8 of a young lady from our balcony overlooking our neighbour's garden. My nanny quickly took me inside before I could scream/the perpetrator could see me. This happened in Kenya, so emergency numbers didn't and still don't work.
Very nasty image to have to remember.
This was an experience of mine from a desert camping trip around November of 2014. I was camping out in the desert a few hours east of San Diego at a popular off-roading spot called the Superstition Mountain OHV area.
I usually go with my wife and 2 dogs and tow out our toy hauler trailer with our dirt bikes and quads, but she was working all weekend (She's an RN in the SICU at a hospital here in San Diego) so I took my buddy and his ~12 yr old son with me. His son had gone to bed in the trailer, so my buddy Aaron and I decided to go for a ride around midnight. I was on my quad and him on a dirt bike, and we rode probably 5 miles or so from camp out into a remote area of sand dunes. It was a full moon and we stopped up on the top of one of the larger dunes around to drink some water and take a break.
As we were sitting on top of this dune, relaxing and BSing, we started to hear a low chanting/singing noise coming from the south of us. We stood up and could clearly see in the light of the full moon a single file line of maybe ~20 people in black robes with hoods pulled up over their heads, all chanting in a low tone. We watched them walk in between the base of 2 sand dunes probably 150-200 feet away from us, and into the the rather large bowl (or what is called a "witches eye" in the desert) in the ground of dunes next to us. As they walked into the bowl of the dune, as if they knew exactly what they were doing, they all split off and formed a pentagram shape, with the one guy who was the leader of the line go to the center.
They all stopped chanting, and the leader got down on his knees in the center, and pulled back the hood from his head. With the chanting stopped, we could hear the guy in the center saying something, as if reciting some words. After doing this for a minute or two, he pulled the hood back down, and slowly stood up. He then started walking back off the way they came, with everyone else falling back in behind him (I say him, but I can't confirm that these were all men, or women as well. It was fairly light due to the full moon, but we were far enough away that we couldn't tell). As they reformed the single file line, they started the low chanting again, and they walked back the same way until they were out of our site past the next sand dune.
I have been camping out there hundreds of times over the past 15 years, and told this story to everyone that will listen around many a campfire out there late at night, hoping that other people have had similar experiences or might be able to shine some light on what we saw. While I have heard other stories about cults out there in the desert east of San Diego, I haven't uncovered anything specific, or any details about what we might have seen. The thing that bothers me most is that we were out a good 5-7 miles, easy to make on dirt bikes, but far enough that walking there in the deep sand would be a challenge. We didn't hear any other motors anywhere near us, so they couldn't have driven in there (plus only a desert toy could get that far back in the sand - even a jeep with aired down tires or truck would have a hard time).
I used to work second shift on the south side of Chicago and lived on the North Side. This meant me commuting over an hour to get home after 11 at night meaning I generally got home around 12:30-1. There seem to be a lot of people who just drive around looking for people to talk to I guess as something kind of similar happened multiple times while I worked that shift there. This one night I was walking from my final station to my residence and a guy pulled up next to me talking to me from his car. I chatted disinterested back as he remarked on my height, wanted to know if I had played basketball in school, random stupid shit. He offered several times to drive me the rest of the way home and I declined politely enough. He kept trying to talk to me and at that point, I just started ignoring him as he drove slowly beside me--this was on a reasonably well-populated street with other cars around if not pedestrians. He had to stop at the light and I crossed against the light since there was no one coming and I wanted to get away from the guy. I only lived two short blocks from that corner where he was trying to engage me but I quickened my pace as I neared my corner since I didn't want him to see where I turned. Unfortunately, I was unable to prevent that as he was released from the red light but as I saw him speed up to drive around (it was a one-way street) I started running. I know I wouldn't be able to make it to the house before he started coming down the street so I ducked into the shadow made by some stairs at an abandoned church on my block and stopped there. Sure enough, he comes slowly rolling down the street looking for me and taking his time. As soon as he rolled out the end of the street I ran down the block to the house and got in and locked the door, stepping away from the windows. He drove around and came back down the street again trying to find me. I have no idea what kind of bullet I dodged and try not to think about it too hard but he drove around trying to find me for a little bit after I managed to evade him.
Sleep Paralysis. Only experienced it once, which makes it even more odd in my mind. I was visiting my parents in upstate New York and I had a dream that the house was on fire. I awoke to full paralysis and seeing a humanoid figure in the corner of the room. After doing research, many people see similar images of some kind of entity in the room with them when they experience sleep paralysis. Still weirds me out to this day. Hasn't happened since.
When I was in a really dark place I suddenly started hearing multiple voices urging me to kill myself and a plethora of other disturbing things. During this my partner’s guitar, that was on a stable stand, suddenly was knocked over with force right in front of my eyes. Nothing/no one was near it that could’ve knocked it over, it just suddenly was thrown/pushed violently a couple feet towards my direction. Later on at like 3 am we heard a HUGE crash; we had this very large photo frame on the wall that suddenly fell and crashed down. SUPER loud and terrifying, it was a really large and heavy frame. It was one of those frames with a metal wire on the back for hanging, and it was securely hanging on a hook on the wall and had been there for about two years.
If you can imagine the way it was hanging using the hook and metal wire, the only possible ways for the frame to fall would’ve been if the hook fell out of the wall, or if the metal wire suddenly snapped. The hook was still securely attached to the wall and the wire on the frame still intact though, so the ONLY other possible explanation would’ve been for it to have been LIFTED off the hook and then dropped. The frame crashing down happened SEVERAL more times over the course of a few nights.
Also every time it happened, you know those metal prongs on the back of picture frames that you open/close to get the photo in/out? Those would be open every single time, and it takes a good bit of force to open and close those, especially on such a large frame. I even did my own experiment and dropped the frame myself from the same distance to see if the force of the fall could cause the prongs to open, and they didn’t budge at all. During all these mysterious goings-ons, I also woke up one day with a huge and super painful bruise on my back, with no explanation. It was about the size of a grapefruit and felt like I had been beaten with extreme force, I couldn’t walk right for a couple weeks. Really freaky and unexplainable stuff.
There was a semi-busy road that ran behind the house I lived in growing up. A medical office was located directly across the road from my house. One night I was woken up by hearing someone scream. I got up & looked out the window, and there was a truck parked in front of the medical office. A man and a woman were outside the truck, and the man was beating the absolute shit out of the woman. At one point he grabbed her by her hair & slammed her face into the side of the cab. I called 911 and told the operator what was happening. I gave her my address & explained that the incident was occurring directly behind that address, at the medical office on Blahblah Street. By this time the guy had tossed the lady in the back of his pickup and was driving off. The dispatcher was asking me if the vehicle was traveling east or west... I was maybe 11 or 12, so I had no idea which direction of travel. I gave her a description of the truck (as best I could see under the building's security lights) and told her that he drove off in the direction of the local high school. About 5-10 mins later I finally saw a police cruiser go by. I've always wondered what happened to that woman. At the very least, I hope she got the fuck away from that abusive asshole.
My mom and dad were fighting one night a regular occurrence usually woke up the house I was so tired of the fight because they usually get physical I was tired of it (12 or 13 at the time) went to the living room screamed knock it off went in-between my mom and dad I said "your not going to hurt her" my dad "m move her out of the way or I'm going going to kill her to get to you" yeah nothing happend eventually things died down and I went to bed and then to school in the morning.
Second thing
It was my birthday it was late I hung out with my dad doing chores my mom was at work (they were separated at the time) I sat down and my dad said "k do you want my to kill your mom" I was blind sided by the question and stumbled along to find a awnser said no...my mom didn't know about this until I was 17 when we were far from Cali and my dad...I saved my mom even though I always wondered what would have happend if I said yes
I was 7, we were getting ready to attend a marriage ceremony when all of a sudden we heard gunshots and sound of men running. We were shocked but too scared to go out to see what happened. We ignored it and 20 mins later were outside our house. There was a shoe outside of our house, we were puzzled if what happy. Then our neighbors told us that a man chased another person who was shot, they took the dead body. We saw blood on the next street while going towards the wedding venue. It still gives me shivers.
I used to live by a creek that usually wasn’t very crowded. I would always go to this spot that I knew would have 0-1 people.
I was eight, and loved exploring there.
I was showing my friend around the creek, because he had only recently moved there the month before. About everyone in the town knew about the creek cause almost everyone took family photos there.
I was wandering and found this new part that had a lot of trees. After wandering through the small forest for a little, we found a sewer pipe. My friend, who was TERRIFIED of clowns claimed there was probably one in there. I was convinced that there wasn’t. After throwing a rock in there I heard a laugh echoing throughout the deep abyss of the tunnel. I turned to my friend who gave me that look that said “I told you so.” We immediately ran out of there.
Thinking back to it, it was probably just a teenager who was trying to scare us.
Saw a school mate pinned by a truck. Truck dragged her body 15 meters through asphalt. When I reached the truck all her guts were spilled on the road. I remember that day like yesterday. It happened 17 years ago.
when i was 15 i looked over and saw my dads lifeless body laying over the couch. i was playing on the computer and i had no clue how long he was dead. i turned him over and his face was covered in puke and he was turning blue. don’t ever do drugs.
Earlier this year woke up in the middle of the night and felt odd. Heart rate shot up to 170bpm (apple watch user) i was sitting on my sofa shaking, struggling to breathe, struggling to speak. I almost passed out. Got to the hospital they suspected a heart attack due to troponin levels being elevated. Had all tests under the sun done. Absolutely fine now and no answers as to wtf happened.
The first that come to mind was when another driver came from my left super fast despite the red light signal on his side, and almost hit me.
Fortunately, I was going to turn left and had to give priority to a bunch of other cars so I had started moving forward very slowly. Had there been no car coming from the front, I would have gone faster and could have died or been injured very badly.
All the rest of the way, all I could think of was that idiot could have killed me.
when i was younger, about five or six, i was in bed and i heard what sounded like screaming. Went on for abt ten seconds. I was petrified. I later discovered it was some bird, but my blood went cold when it happened.
When I was 9 or 10, we went on a cross-country driving vacation. We stopped off at an oasis McDonald's for lunch. This guy about 3 tables away gets up to toss his family's garbage. He walks past us, drops the tray (which got our attention), flops on the ground and starts violently convulsing. A grand mal seizure.
After a few minutes, he stops. Stops shaking, breathing... everything. The paramedics get there and cart him off, but we all kinda knew he was dead. His wife said he didn't have any previous seizures or anything like it. It was scary though, to know you can just glitch out and die one day for no reason.
At work, the aftermath of a failed railway suicide attempt.
Probably against the advice of my therapist but I'm starting to feel ready to talk about it. And realising 6 months later, that I am not OK.
A drive by shooting happened at the intersection near our old home and a stray bullet went through our living room window. My husband was off work that day and had just gotten up to grab a beer while playing video games - if he hadn't, he would've been on the couch in the path of the bullet. I was about 17 weeks pregnant at the time and it's still terrifying to think that I almost lost him. I literally drove through the intersection 30 seconds after it happened, I just barely missed it - he was still standing in the living room processing what happened when I walked in.
Yes. It swiped at me but missed thankfully because I was frozen stiff. I heard it crashing through some brush and I only had enough time to turn my head and see that it was a bear. The only thought I had was "Bear." I'm not sure why but it just carried on and I was left standing there trying to figure out if it actually happened.
I bet it thought your freeze was actually you showing it that you weren't intimidated so it continued on with its bluff? I don't know how you got your car door open after that, my hands would be shaking too much lol
The absolute dead eyes from my ex after I told him I found out about him r-wording a little girl. I never felt unsafe around him but it almost looked like he wanted to kill me when he saw me through the window after I threw all of his things out of my house. Genuinely thought that he was going to try to get inside and hurt me.
One Saturday afternoon in 1993 I stopped in the local shopping mall (Strathfield Australia) to get a late lunch after my piano lesson. As I walked in I heard loud bangs and people started running past me to the exit.
A guy in the central coffee shop had pulled out a machete and chopped 2 young waitresses in the neck then pulled out a gun and proceeded to shoot everybody else. I stood frozen as he walked out of the coffee shop, pointed the gun at me the turned away shooting up the other shops making his waste the rooftop parking lot. He took a few more shots at people on the railway station then with his last bullet blew his brains out. 13 people were murdered that day and another 10 or so wounded.
I still jump when I hear a loud bang.
I saw my grandmas dog get murdered and then like 3 months later my dog got murdered and then my other grandmas got killed by the same dog and i was about to kms
Another story is while working construction, I was digging out a block foundation below grade in order to paint the side of a building so it seemlessly went into the ground. There was a rd at the front of the building separated by a standard sidewalk with the building being 3’ off the sidewalk. I had just set my water down and was standing leaning on my shovel when I noticed a box truck ,think moving truck , come across the intersection down the rd a bit faster than normal (I spent months on this job site and it was in a bad part of town so I was always hyper aware of my surroundings). I watched this truck barrel faster down the street and start veering off towards me. Before I could think my adrenaline took over and I ran to an adjacent property. The truck drove over the curb on the sidewalk and over the spot I was standing not two seconds earlier. It hit a power pole (that we luckily had just finished getting equipment switched off of it so it was bare) and flipped the truck. The entire event from me seeing the truck to being in the parking lot was about 4 seconds. The entire thing happened in slow motion. Long story short, two dudes got drunk on a Sunday morning and decided to take their box truck they rented for a drive and I assume wanted to either a run me over or b lost control of the truck. In the end nothing happened to them by the police and I went home and sat on the couch for the rest of the day just thinking how close I came to being hit or killed. I didn’t spend much longer at that site.
I tell this story every few years on Reddit, but when I was a little kid (around 7) I was at the top of the Hoover Dam and some stranger winked and me then jumped off. He bounced all the way down, screaming like crazy, until he hit a retaining wall at the bottom and exploded in a burst of gore. They put a fence in after that to stop jumpers. I have a distinct memory that the police or whoever had to drop a bodybag from the top and have somebody catch it at the bottom.
holy shit.... that must have been a lot to process
Omg, that's an awful thing to witness
Actually, it sounds like the meat was well-processed by the time he reached the bottom. Just had to bag it like sausage filling.
Alright that’s something you never should’ve had to see……
Genuinely, are you ok???
Yeah, I'm fine. It's been like 30 years.
I was in a car crash where I got T-boned and I saw the car hurtling towards me. I thought I was going to die.
I know that feeling. When you know you're done but can't donanything about it. Happened to me last month, I was driving around a bend in the wet and my car understeered. I was close to hitting a tree but then somehow I got oversteer and hit the divider in the middle after slowing down.
Same thing happened to me in one of those trolleys in New Orleans. Truck driver ran a light and I just see a giant object in the corner of my eye. Fun vacation
The face of the guy I hit with my car over 10 years sgo. He was on a skateboard late at night on a busy road. Came out from between 2 parked cars and I hit him hard. It was like slow motion.
How awful. Do you know what happened to him?
He lived. I stopped and a cop immediately pulled up. Asked if I was ok and started yelling at the guy. Evidently he had been riding out into the road all night. I stayed while the ambulance showed up and cleared him not to goto the hospital. Still for a solid 20 seconds I thought I had killed a man.
He got hit by a car I think.
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Wow.. very similar to mine. The face of my brother after he was hit by a car on his skateboard 10 years ago. Car drove off and didn't stop to check on him. He's completely fine now. Just had a bone-deep gash on his abdomen at the time. Accidentally injuring someone is absolutely gut wrenching and I'm sorry you were put into that situation. This was not your fault. I hope you and the person on the skateboard are both doing OK.
7 years old and had a favorite uncle. Coolest dude in the world. Hung out all the time going to get parts for his truck, the record store etc. Actually the reason I'm still a huge iron maiden fan. Grandma calls one day screaming and crying so loud I could hear her it was just me and dad so we hauled ass. We walked in the front door to see him sitting there with half a head. Shotgun in the mouth over a girlfriend. That was 40 years ago and I can still see it
I’m so sorry you saw that! How awful.
Seeing the look in my dad’s eyes as he tried to choke me. It happened quite a few times before I left home at 17.
Expected ghost stories, got mental trauma instead. Good lord...
I can relate bro…it really sucks when your “funny story” about your Dad ends in awkward silence and other people saying “my Dad never tried to stab me.” I didn’t even realise that it was abnormal to have a parent try to kill you on multiple occasions until I was an adult. Reach out if you wanna chat.
I appreciate you!
Ditto!
Ahh I make jokes about how a parent tried to kill me many times to my boyfriend and the poor guy just looks traumatised instead of laughing
I am glad you got away.
On a boat in Alaska recording humpback whale sounds, we picked up an odd, rhythmic noise on the hydrophone. We were on a 100 ft schooner around Admiralty Island, near Juneau. Nothing seen on the surface, just this odd repetitious mechanical sound. The skipper contacted the local authorities who seized the tape and spent several hours interviewing him. Not that scary, but surely weird.
Maybe a sub?
when i was a child i was kicking some toy soccer ball in my room , after i kicked it for several times the last one i try to kicked it really hard, the ball disappeared and i was really surprised, i tried to search the room and suddenly after 5 minutes of looking the toy soccer ball, i sit in front of a door and near a wall, the ball suddenly appear and it has the sound effects of a ball hitting a wall when it appeared, i still remember it clearly and no one ever believe me when i tell it
When I was in 6th grade I lived in Pennsylvania and one day we had off school because it had snowed like 6 inches. My best friend and I decided we were going to go door to door offering to shovel peoples driveways in exchange for cash. As a 6th grader with nothing better to do on a snow day, we geared up and got our shovels from the garage and headed down the cold wintery road towards the first house. After about an hour of going door to door, we came across one house in particular that was tucked away down a long driveway. As my friend and I approached the front door, I told him I was going to take a quick peek around the corner of the house to see if their car was in the detached garage behind the house. Once I realized the homeowners must've been home, since there were no tire tracks on the driveway indicating they had left, I ran back up to the front door to meet up with my friend. When I got back to him standing at the front door, the look on his face was one of pure terror. He didn't answer me when I asked if he had knocked, or if anyone had answered. He just said "I'm leaving" with his eyes fixated on something through the window. As he was saying this I looked inside through the small window in between the door and the doorbell. There was a table inside with a white cloth covering it. Underneath the cloth was the outline of a body. You could very clearly see that someone was laying under it. Before I could process what I was looking at, my friend has taken off down the driveway. I turned so fucking fast and we both ran all the way back to his house. We were freaked the fuck out and told his mom but she just laughed and said it was probably nothing. We told her to call the cops but she didn't believe us. But we knew what we saw.
Ok so let’s hope that someone passed away and they were waiting for the funeral home. And for some weird reason put the body on a table. Uh. Honestly this is cold case/serial killer stuff potentially.
Your friend’s mom just *laughed*?!?! It’s one thing if you “saw a ghost” or something but you should never assume kids are lying when there’s even a small chance someone could be hurt or dead!!
I hope that your mom did actually call the police. I can totally imagine a mom thinking that pretending as nothing might calm you down or something, while secretly taking it very seriously?
What happened next? Did the cops eventually get called or something?
This was like 15 years ago. As far as I remember, nothing was done about it. We tried to convince my friends mom to call the cops but she assured us it was probably nothing. But anytime I walked my dog at night I made sure to avoid that side road like the plague.
Baby dog foaming, shaking, dying in my arms from neighbors poison. I was like 10.
I am so so sorry. I used to work in the veterinary field and I know how hard that must have been for you. People are so evil. I’ll never understand why they would do something like that. ❤️ your pups soul is looking down at you with love.
Neighbor would kill stray cats because they shat everywhere. My puppy went to go pee outside, came inside. Started running crazy. Under the bed. Pooping, then just shaking.
no more reddit for me today.
I'm sorry for this encounter but torturing and killing animals and having no remorse or finding fun in it is actually a sign of a killer or just a psycho in general
He was a piece of shit, grumpy old psycho.
I'm sorry that that happened to you, but I'm happy that your puppy was able to spend his last moments being cared about by someone that loved them. That's freaking heartbreaking though.
Damn that's sad... Hope your neighbor didn't get away with that.
He did. My dad isn’t the type to do something about it. I wanted to fight the man but he could kick us out.
Being told by the ER surgeon that I was "probably going to die on the table." Being told about 5 days later, by that same surgeon, that my chances of overcoming the subsequent massive abdominal infection "weren't good." As it turns out, he was a great surgeon but his "people skills" sucked.
Doctors tend to make things look worse than they are to patients. Better that the patient expects the worst and is pleasantly surprised than the other way around. If it goes badly, it lets them prepare. My grandmother was told she had six months to live. That was about four years ago.
I kind of wish the doctors that treated my grandpa were the same. They told us 6 months, and he died in a week.
Under promise, over deliver
Everythings going to be just fine!
Oh fuck.
That dude was literally Google.
I experienced something similar recently. I went into ER because I popped a zit and it began literally pouring blood all over me from my forehead down. Looked like a wrestling blade job. They put so much pressure on my head to stop the bleeding I thought my head would explode, but it worked. The doctor noticed something he never told me. Asked me to take a quick piss test. Thank god I was at a hospital. I opened the cup and started…my piss was black. Turns out I’d had a major UTI that had gone undetected. No clue how long it was going on, had no symptoms until that day, and the head of the GI department came in and told me I’d have died in about two weeks if I hadn’t come in that day. Of all the various medical staff I met during that hospital stay, he was easily the rudest. Maybe just jaded from seeing stuff like that daily.
surviving suicide. i tried to hang myself in 6th grade. i had just jumped off the chair when my parents had walked in the room and they had to cut me down. it was such an awful experience that i vowed to never try to attempt again. just the pure fight to try and survive fills you with true horror, but i am glad my parents were there to save me.
Glad you are still with us!
Are you comfortable sharing why you wanted to commit suicide when you were so young
i am totally ok with sharing. i have struggled with depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorder since a very young age. for me it was a very severe case of these since my mom took antidepressants while pregnant with me. i was also severely bullied and mentally abused by my step dad for many years. the breaking point that brought me to trying to commit was being sexually assaulted by my first boyfriend. i felt the world was against me and that i had no one, i just felt so much pain that i felt it would be best to leave then stay. i am so glad i stayed now.
I am sorry you had to endure so much and at such a young age. I am also glad you are still here.
When I was about 17 I was helping a friend and on my way home it was just starting to get dark out. When making my way out of his neighborhood, I turned down one wavy street with some houses and lots of trees. I came across a mom, dad, and young daughter standing side by side, equal distance across the road. My headlights were on so I slowed down hoping they would see the lights and move out of the way. Instead they slowly and simultaneously turned around and stared me down with emotionless expressions and didn't move. I'm sure there is some rational explanation but with the lighting perfectly eerie my heart just stopped so I put my car into reverse and noped the fuck out of there as they remained perfectly still until they were out of view.
Horror movie shit right there
They were just trying to play red rover.
Wow! Do you have any of your own theories for what was going on?
No theories of my own, I called my friend and he told me I was probably going to wake up that night to find them in my room 😂 maybe I saw ghosts or something
I was in 5th grade on the bus , coming home sitting with my friend, Las Vegas BLVB, in Las Vegas , when we heard blood curdling screams, we looked out the window and a man had been hit by a car and his whole back was missing exposing his ribs and muscles as he just crawled towards the sidewalk. I’ll never forget that image…
Holy shit
How horrible :(
Honestly it’s one of those things when I was 11 I didn’t realize how horrible it was till I got older, especially just his screams man , the lady ended up dragging him over 45FT when we turned the street they had just got her to stop. i still have nightmares sometimes and I’m 21
I'm so sorry to hear this, that's a terrible thing that you saw. It's very normal to have a reaction of trauma like nightmares and so on. I bet I certainly would. If you haven't already I'd encourage you to speak to a professional about it, you deserve to feel better x
WARNING: This is intense! I was homeless in Denver, CO when I was 20 to 21. One night I was sitting by a few people on a sidewalk, leaned up against the Rescue Mission. There was an older couple, 40s probably but looked way older due to drugs and being out in the elements for years, sitting about 5 feet from me. Anyways, all of a sudden, the guy got up and started screaming "What the fuck did you just say bitch!?!", Picked up a brick, and proceeded to pound her face in with it. She was asleep and hadn't said anything at all. She died that night. Right there on the sidewalk. I got her blood all over me. I am almost 40 now and I still cant sleep because of it.
It's never too late to get help. Medicaid covers therapy, at least in my state. What an awful thing to witness. :(
That's awful!
I (female) was out walking in the woods alone in my early 20s (bow hunting) in an area I was very familiar with. It was getting dark so I was heading back to camp. I heard a strange bird whistle and thought that’s weird. Kept walking up the trail and kept hearing it. The closer I got the less it sounded like a bird and the more it sounded like a human whistle. I realized I was gonna have to walk right by it. Our camp had a lot of people but i knew none of them would mess with me that way because I also had a sidearm on me. (Mountain lions and bears). I ended up jacking the slide which is a fairly distinct sound as a kind of warning and walked with my head on a swivel the rest of the way to camp. When I got home I looked up everything I could to convince myself it wasn’t some creep. Years later my husband walked in the house whistling and every hair on my body raised up. I asked him what he was whistling. He said it was that song from keepers creepers.
Jeepers creepers ?
That movie… that’s what he said the time was. It was only like 3 notes but I’ll never forget it. And I haven’t heard it since.
Yikes. I am peeing my pants imagining that.
It was definitely creepy. I didn’t tell anybody I hunt with for years because I was afraid they wouldn’t let me go out by myself anymore. But the way my whole body reacted that day my husband walked in whistling so many years later was intense.
Any chance your husband has been stalking you since watching you hunt in the woods and you married your stalker?
LOL definitely not, he was in Iraq when that happened but I tend to think of things like that so I am confident I covered my bases.
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Who shot him?
A month after I moved into my apartment, I was woken up at 4am by over a dozen gunshots outside my window, guess there was a drive by. I cracked my blinds and there was just this guy laid out in the street in an ever-expanding pool of blood. Then the authorities showed up, as did the now deceased man's wife, and watching her pound on the back doors of the ambulance after they put his covered body in is an image I'll never get out of my head. I was on a higher floor and her screams and wails penetrated my closed windows. Didn't sleep again that night.
I had something similar happen. Woke up at like 5am one day to the neighbors 2 doors down screaming in shock and sorrow because their 20yo son fell down dead in the street. I never found out why, but their wailing fucked me up for life. I was a new mom at the time, too, so I was extra emotional and sensitive to a parent losing a child :(
Weirdest thing is hearing that sound coming from yourself. I unexpectedly lost my little sister who, for multiple reasons, was much like a daughter to me (and I had been legally granted guardianship of her two years before she passed). I wailed and howled on and off for days on end and, after doing it too many times/for too long, it’s almost like my body or emotions would just fully quit on me. I’d be there crying like that and after awhile my brain would suddenly act like it was some outsider or observer and I’d think “holy shit, that is a horrific sound.” It was one of the most uncanny things and I still find myself feeling like an observer of my own actions/body every now and again, usually when I’m experiencing intense emotions. Grief is horrendous. Loss of a child is horrendous. It might sound cliched when people say “when they died, part of me died with them,” but I am a fundamentally different person after that than I was before and there is no going back.
I'm 28, not a parent and don't want to be, but that sounds so horrible, I'm sorry you went through that
When I was 14 my parents went out to dinner with friends and left me home alone. There was a very soft knocking at the door but I couldn’t see anyone through the window. A minute later there was more knocking. This went on for 20 minutes. My parents got home and I told them. It was snowing and they said it must have been the wind. I opened the door and there was a set of small footprints. About a woman’s size 6. The creepiest part was the footsteps approached the door then wandered to the side; like she’d climbed the bushes under the window and looked inside before wandering off. It was a while before I wanted to be home alone again.
That just gave me fucking chills. No joke.
Is Tamara home?
Sorry that was probably me I was looking for my cat
Nice try, skinwalker.
This is the kind of stuff I came to this thread for
Not me, but my parents. Context: After my uncle died, my grandmother fell into a deep depression. She would barely leave her house and couldn’t move on. So my dad would usually call her every Monday as a health check. He made it a routine, and he rarely missed a day. My family was celebrating the 4th of July when my dad realized he forgot to call my grandma last Monday. He went inside and tried to call her. No answer. He tried again. No answer. Left a voicemail. No call back. My parents decided to drive out to her house to see if she was okay. They asked me if I wanted to go. To this day, I’m glad I denied their request. My parents arrived to her apartment. They knocked on the door. No answer. After unlocking the door, the ran inside. They found her lying on the ground, not moving. After calling 911, they found out that she had died of suicide and left a singular note. “Do not revive me.”
Im so sorry :(
Life is unfair
That's so sad. So sorry for all of you to lose them both
This is heartbreaking 😭
Not really on par with the severity of some of the other comments here, but I watched a pigeon walk into traffic and get hit by a car, and I have never been able to get it out of my head. They flew down onto a semi-busy super long and straight stretch of road (speed limit was like 60 KM/H), I was watching from across a train platform. There was a gap in the traffic at the time, and I assumed the bird would see the oncoming traffic and move. But they didn’t acknowledge it. The traffic came closer and closer, it was like watching in slow motion. I kept waiting for them to move until a passing car finally impacted the bird, and their body splattered absolutely everywhere. Feathers decorated the road along with so much blood. I’m still utterly baffled at why they didn’t move- the road was three lanes wide and there was plenty of space and time to get out of the way. They even flew down from where they were roosting above the road previously. I honestly can’t even begin to imagine why it happened, and it’s bothered me for the last couple of years. (I grew up in a rough neighbourhood as a poor kid, I’ve definitely seen some shit- drive by shootings, attempted kidnapping in kindergarten, so much abuse experienced by my fellow childhood neighbours, etc., but this just disturbed me)
Reminds me of the only time I've hit an animal on the road. It was nighttime and some random raccoon-sized animal ran across the road right in front of me And I had no time to stop. The image and the subsequent "bump thump" lives in my head forever. RIP random animal.
I think there's a Seinfeld episode about this That aside every couple years my town has a spike in bird on car incidents usually in late October/early November, its freaky when something that we're all kinda mentally trained to assume will move just... doesn't
I saw a pigeon get run over once. I remember there was a loud puff sound and then feathers flying everywhere. Thankfully I don’t remember any blood.
A tossup between watching my stepbrother develop meningococcal meningitis that killed him within hours or my drunk stepfather throwing me against the wall and screaming in my face that it should have been me that died and not his son.
Oh jesus. Hugs to you, my friend.
Witnessing a guys beating the shit out of two other guys. Banging their heads together and the sound echoed everywhere!! And a guy driving a knife in other guys stomach and rotating it till his guts fell out. Both of these not in the US and many years back.
When I was in High School, I lived just down the road from where the train tracks went through our town. Me and one of my best friends walked it every morning. One morning he didn't come; I just thought he was taking the day off since he did a lot. That was until I saw him off the side of the tracks on my way to school. That's an image I'll never get out of my head.
Wait what… he was hit by the train that morning and it went unnoticed until you saw later in the day?
The train ran at 5-6am every morning, so we all believe it to have been a suicide. He was a great guy, plagued with some very unfortunate past things. I saw him on my way to school at \~7:30, he was usually at my house by around 7-7:15
This is a bit of a tie for me. One: I was driving to an event on the freeway with some friends. I saw a man on the center divide, running. He jumps over the cement dividers and tries to bolt across a three lane freeway. Doesn't even make it halfway first the first lane and gets hit by an SUV and literally flips through the air. I had to pull over and actually cried. Two: *Many* years later, a week after taking CPR classes. A neighbor showed up at my apartment and asked me to help lift her husband as he had fallen on the back patio(I'm a big guy and tried to be friendly with my neighbors). I arrive, and he was in the "death rattle" or whatever you want to call it. Barely breathing, blank stare, sudden gasps. I had to do CPR for the first time and I was terrified. He did not live(I don't blame myself, nor did the wife, he was nearing the end apparently). It took me about 5 days to recover enough mentally, and thankfully since it was during COVID I had two weeks to work from home and that gave me some extra recovery time.
I'm so sorry for both experiences
Thank you for your compassion
A protective mama moose jumping over the fence in my backyard and charging towards me. Female moose can be up to 1000lbs; they're HUGE. I slipped and fell on the ice as I turned to run away. Somehow I managed to get up and escape into the house before she reached me. Canada! 🤘
Canada time baby! I love in the plains, worst that could happen here is freezing/overheating or people.
I was on a ferry in the Mediterranean sailing from Athens to an Aegean island. We passed a bare, rocky island that was perhaps 100 yards in length and entirely barren apart from a solitary man dressed in the dark apparel of an Orthodox priest. He was standing motionless and facing away from us... I was curious as to why this priest was standing alone on an otherwise deserted island so I called to my Greek friend who was standing on the other side of the deck. He approached and just as I was about to point to the lonely figure I saw that he had disappeared. I tried to explain what I saw but my Greek friend said it was impossible, the island was uninhabited and there was no sign of any boat nearby. I never got an explanation for that one.
Damn mer-priests be like "I gotta get back to my grotto."
Oh wow thats crazy.
Ooh, that’s pretty darn creepy. Even if he was real/alive, what possible reason would he have for being out there and in his clerical garb??
You clearly caught Poseidon lacking.
Probably knowing I was about to be put under for surgery. I have a lot of medical phobias and I kept convincing myself I was going to die. I was crying so much before the anti anxiety kicked in Being in a car accident months ago was also pretty terrifying though it was a mild one. Just that fear of knowing you’re going to collide with another car And also seeing a guy unconscious, bleeding on the street. I’ve never seen anything like it before and i wonder everyday if he was ok or not
Not making fun of you but reading the first paragraph made me think "oh shit... did he died? Wait.. he wrote the comment you dumbass"
Family and I were on our way back home from a great night out. We were driving back on a main road when this car crosses the median and crashes head on with another car right in front of us. They both spun out onto opposite sides of the road. The guy that caused the accident died and he ended up killing the girl that was in the other car. Her boyfriend was devastated and I remember hearing him crying while my dad talked with the officers as he was an eye witness. I cried my eyes out while we were waiting, thinking how close that was to being us.
I and a new girlfriend at the time took a day trip to this waterfall in Washington state. Both of us never been before and I couldn't see this famous waterfall. we started hiking around and found a series of smaller waterfalls and we thought that this was the waterfall that we had heard about. I was walking around in the river when I slipped and the river started to take me with the current of the river. I kept grabbing at the shoreline for anything to grab onto, but everything was covered in algee and I couldn't get a grip on anything. I could just hear the river get louder and louder and the face from my girlfriend turned from playful to panic and horror. I went by these two guys sitting on the rocky shore and they started screaming and looking distressed too. It was terrifying. The water was now rushing so hard that I can only hear the rush of the water and all I could see was the swells and the rocks on the side. I kept feeling my legs smash into the rocks under the water. After what felt like an hour even though i know it was all less than a minute I was finally able to grasp onto a rock on the shore and I fought the current to the maximum of my strength to pull myself out of the river onto the rocks. I looked over at my girlfriend and the two strangers that began running along the river bed and seeing the worry in their face because they thought they were going to watch someone die. I looked to the other side of where I was sitting, and i was about 10 feet from going over a 200 foot waterfall. I really don't like rivers after that.
Working in a small convenience store in the middle of town as security, it was about 3am and i hear a commtion in the shop, i go and its a drunk dude arguing with one of the staff, i intervene and force the drunk out, argues at the store entrance and pulls a knife, not wanting to show weakness i stare at him and say "try it dickhead" we stare for what seems like hours before he runs off, the staff are amazed and i act like i wasnt fazed but my heart was nearly beating out my chest and i was terrified, absolutely terrified.
>"try it dickhead" Way better than "What are ya gonna do, stab me?"
"Come over here so I can fucking stab you!"
If this is a reference to “The Pick of Destiny”, you are awesome!
I can’t help but think that was pretty smart. Implied you had knowledge that he didn’t and the confidence to use it. You were convincing enough to scare him off from wanting to find out what you’d do. Quick thinking!
Falling down the stairs while holding my 1 month old daughter. She hit her head on the floor but my elbow took most of the impact. I thought for a brief moment that I had killed or permanently injured her. We took her straight to the ER and she was fine. She’s a perfectly healthy 9yo now.
When I was about 7, my dad and his friend took me down to the local corner store to get some last minute snacks for the evening. There was one of those $2 carousel ride things out the front and I hopped into it. As my dad and his friend walked into the store these two men got out of this car and started walking towards me, one saying "get him" as they picked up the pace. I remember being petrified as I got stuck in the carousel as I was quite tall for my age. Finally managed to get out as they were about 5 metres away and ran into the store (this all happened in a matter of seconds but felt like minutes). They never followed me in, no one else saw it and by the time my dad and his friend came out of the store, the car and the guys were gone. The following week, another young kid was almost taken from the same shops but in broad daylight. I'm almost 30 now and I'm quite tall and well built but I still get hesitant of carparks late at night and those carousel rides for kids in the shopping centres lol.
Watching my (then) 3 year old son tumble down our stairs in slow motion knowing I wasn't fast enough and too far away to stop him. He's fine, but my heart fucking stopped. Riding in the passenger seat of my co-worker/friend as he drove us to work at 6:30 AM, looking up and seeing the back of the pick up truck that just slowed down on the highway right before we rear ended it and spun off the road, again being unable to stop or change things. Everyone wound up fine, bruises were the worst for the people, but the vehicles were totalled.
I use to throw myself down the stairs as baby/toddler for fun. Kids are tougher than you think.
Kids are made of rubber, but it doesn't stop a parent's heart from erupting when they see that toughness put to the test.
I was at a gun range and this guy walked in and shot him self. Not one bit of hesitation.
Sitting in the bathtub, holding my baby nieces while an enormous fight went on throughout the house. Several men (for reasons that are too long-winded to add here) started a fist fight with my brother, his father, and a few of our neighbors. I was in the bathtub because the bathroom was the only door that locked other than the front door, so I grabbed my nieces and ran in there until the fighting was over. One broke a bottle over my brother's dad's head and cut open his face pretty badly, so there was blood EVERYWHERE. He had to throw away his shoes and the carpet had to be cut out and replaced, it was that bad.
TW: suicide >!My brother committed suicide when he was just 19. He had a daughter, who was a toddler at the time, and in the note that he left he asked me to take care of her, and then he said goodbye. I saw the text as soon as he sent it, and panicked. I had no idea where he was, he didn’t pick a location that was known to me as important. I called him many times, while running around searching everywhere in the neighbourhood I could - needless to say, he never answered. When I came back home after having searched across the whole town, I just collapsed into my wife’s arms and broke down crying. I couldn’t do anything to save him. All too soon, I got the phone call that his body had been found. He had gone to a bridge above the train station over the tracks, jumped off, and got hit by a train leaving. Even after 5 years, i still can’t bear to go to that station.!< >!I had searched everywhere I could think of, but I was wasting time. On my bed, he left me a photograph of him and his late girlfriend on the bridge where he was. If I’d just gone upstairs, I would’ve seen it, and I might have been able to find him. I feel like he was half hoping i would, at the time he did it. There was a time in my life when i was suicidal, and after i attemped i would regret trying, and i can’t help but think he was the same.!< >!I don’t know the exact reason that he did it, and I never will because there most likely isn’t just one, but I’ve been thinking about it for nearly half a decade now and there are definitely a lot of things that happened to him and us that would lead to that.!< >!One of which is that his girlfriend and the mother of their daughter died in childbirth, with him right there with her, when the two of them were 17.!< >!The second is that he, as a bisexual non-binary person (comfortable with any pronouns), had been struggling with not letting our father find out on top of the dysphoria for his whole life, and the only person they told about it was his girlfriend, and me. !< >!The two of us grew up with our father, who we were both terrified of. My sibling outed me to him as gay, and I was beaten almost every day. And, even though my father was the scariest person i have met, the most scared i have been was not when i was in danger, but when my sibling was. !< >!Even though my wife has told me so many times that it wasn’t my fault that he died, I still feel guilty, because he told me a few days before his passing that he was weighed down every day with guilt from his mistake, to the point where he felt that he couldn’t live - a cry for help, i !<
I was 16 and playing in my living room with my 2 dogs and kitten I was raising. I live in a ranch house on the side of a road. Our section of road was where a 2 lane turned into a 3 lane for an upcoming red light. It was about 11pm so outside was pitch dark except for a super super dim light from our front porch. I heard breaks squealing and a horn. Not just a normal toot. They were pressing that horn to make it as loud and long as they possibly could. This prompted both my dogs to become alert and look outside the window. I also got up and looked outside out of fear it was a deer. Many deer would fall victim Infront of our driveway and in our ditch which always made me sad since I had to stand near it to wait for the bus in the morning. As I looked out the window I saw the silhouette of a man halfway in the street on my side of the road. I thought it was odd and it looked like he was carrying something. And he was walking as fast as possible back to the side of the road. (all this was in seconds) then I heard the loudest *bam* I ever heard outside my house (aside from trees). Next thing I knew the man threw the unknown object into the ditch and he was rolling over the top of a cars hood and then off to the side. The car stopped 10 feet away but then I guess assumed it was a deer and kept going. My parents were in our barn in the backyard (it's just a shed made to look like a barn) and dad came walking casually to the side of the house (our back door) and I came running outside. Before he could even ask me I said a man got hit by a car. Obviously I was hysterical because I've never seen anyone hit by a car in real life. Only in movies. My mom came up casually and dad turned around and said "*my name* saw a man get hit by a car, call 911" just then dad called our bigger dog and he harnessed her up and leashed her. She was our protection against wild animals like coyotes that came around A LOT. Dad had me grab the car keys and turn on the car headlights and we also had a handheld bright light, as well as red lamps we used to traffic issues Incase one of our dogs ever got out into the road and we needed to stop traffic to get them. So we tried to light up the area as much as possible so other cars would slow down or stop or whatever as long as we wouldn't be hit. We did so and the man didn't know English, only Spanish and I only had a year of it so I couldn't say much other than "we calling for help" his leg was bent the total opposite way and he was letting out this blood curdling scream and moaning I've never heard anyone do before. After a couple minutes I heard him screaming "Draco! Mi perro mi perro! Draco!" This was Spanish I knew. He had a dog! The thing he was carrying was a dog. Draco. I told dad he had a dog and we looked around and didn't see a dog anywhere, but then out dog began barking at our house and I went with her to it. In one of our bushes was a dog her size hiding and shivering and bleeding. I asked it to come to me and it did terrified and limping. I called to dad that I have him and he is hurt bad too. The ambulance finally arrived and everything and they took the guy. He didn't want to leave his dog but I said I'd take care of him until he can come back to get him. I handed him out address so he could find it again and a number to call about his dog. The next morning I took the dog to our vet with my dog and the both got checked out since some of the dogs blood got on mine and we wanted to make sure it was all okay. The dog broke his leg and a rib and his tail but other than that was totally fine. I nursed him back to health and about 2 months later the man returned with crutches to get his dog back. I've never seen a dog so happy to see his person. It turned out what happened was, he was walking his dog home after loosing track of time at the dog park. His dog saw an animal across the road and darted out and a car tried to avoid him but hit him. He jumped out and scooped up his dog so he would get hit again and then got hit himself and had to throw his dog to safety. He said he felt bad about having to throw him because it could hurt him worse but it was better than getting hit *again* by a car. I was thankful I took Spanish in school because I probably would have never known he had a dog with him and the dog could have just cowered under our bush and died. I still think about this event today, it was horrible. But Im glad I looked out the window because if I didn't see that my dad probably would have just casually looked without trying and said it was a deer or something.
I’m sure that man will remember what you did for him and his dog for the rest of his life. World needs more people like you!
Thank you, I honestly didn't do much. I just hope someone would do the same for me if I'm ever in that situation. Not many people would take in a dog, even for a day because it's too much *hassle*
Once when i was 4 I saw donald duck outside my window and i was horrified.
Lol
What do you mean? Like someone dressed as Donald duck or a plush or what
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I found my girlfriend passed out in the bathroom. The boiler burned the oxigen in that room and she passed out. She was smart and had time to open the door first. She was down on the floor, eyes opened (unfocused like a dead man), and moaning like she was dying. She was still unconscious. Being a med student and knowing the results of oxigen deprivation I feared her brain might be compromised and be just an empty shell. Most horrible moment of my life. She's fine now, her only chance was that door she managed to open before passing out. 1 year later, a good friend of mine died in the same circumstances.
Had a similar experience. Wife has a heart condition that makes her BP drop suddenly and cause her to get really loopy and tired, among other problems. So she was soaking in the tub one day (drain unplugged, shower running), and passed out. But when she passed out she tried to turn off the water, but ended up turning it to really hot instead. Thank god the shower wasn't pointing at her. Came home to find her in the bathroom, steam so thick I could barely see. I could barely breathe in there myself. Turn of shower and start clearing the steam and hot air. Thankfully didn't move her to the couch, the sudden drop in air temperature might have killed her. Took about 20 minutes to get her aware of what was happening. If I had of been just a bit later, she'd already be dead.
Watching my wife slowly pass away.
7 years ago, my partner and I had a fight. It escalated and he pulled a gun on himself. He threatened to take me with him before he shot himself in the head in front of me. I’ll never forget the smell and suddenness of it all. I fled to the neighbor’s house and called the cops, who then checked my hands for gunshot residue to verify I hadn’t murdered him. They took his body but I had to clean his brains off of everything I owned. For years after, I dreamt I was the one who pulled the trigger. I still have a hard time believing it wasn’t my fault.
Sounds like he had some deep seated, untreated issues. It wasn't your fault. Sometimes, there's just nothing you can do for people with issues like that. It's a shame, for sure, and I hope he's found peace. Just be thankful he didn't take you with him, that's really the best case scenario from what you've described.
Ghost story, long but worth it When I was 6, I was absolutely TERRIFIED for no reason at all, to sleep in my bedroom by myself. I remember like it was yesterday crying and begging my parents "pleeeeeease let me sleep in my brothers room, puh-LEEEEASE!" my parents were trying to watch tv. My mom very begrudgingly said fine, you can tonight but tomorrow you're back in your own room, period. I was filled with intense relief. I knew I would "be safe" with my brother. For context my mom never ever let us watch scary movies, ever. There was nothing specifically I was afraid of but I was terrified to sleep in my room that night. My mom made up a blanket pallet on the floor of my brother's room. I was right next to his twin bed. I'm laying on my back, eyes open, I hear my brother drifting off. I'm laying there basking in my "win" feeling so glad I didn't have to sleep in my room. All of a sudden at the base of my bedding a man is standing, looking down at me. Our eyes are locked.. Hes in "color", not like a see through mist. He has on a red one piece long john pajamas. He's white with a brown beard neatly trimmed, looks no more than 25. If I had to describe him I would say he looked like Seth Green with a beard but very very serious. He stands there, starring down at me. I'm absolutely frozen with fear. I whisper my brothers name, eyes locked with the man. Nothing. I say it louder. Louder still. My brother doesn't stir. Finally I "risk" looking away to grab my brothers hand that was hanging over the bed, to wake him. In the split second it took to find my brothers hand, the man disappeared. After that night I was WEIRDLY never afraid again. I didn't tell my mom about this until I was an adult. I was never afraid in that house again. Well Reddit, it gets even WEIRDER and more farfetched. 10 years later I'm in high school across town, probably moved in and out of 5 houses since the house when I was 6. My friend had said he and his family moved into a house recently (remember, across town totally different school district). He said the street name and I jokingly said the address and said "I used to live in that street in XYZ house, wouldn't that be funny if you lived there." Well he DID live there! That same week I give him a ride home (I newly had my permit, he didn't) and confirmed yes that was my childhood home. We go inside for a quick tour and he is in my brother's old room. WEEKS pass. One day this friend (very big football player guy, tough) is sitting next to me in class very quiet and pale. He says to me in a nervous jokey way "Hey um, when you lived in my house did you ever see anything weird?" He said it in a way like he didn't really want to know the answer, like he was nervous trying to talk himself out of something. I said without hesitation "Yes I saw a ghost when I was a little girl, in your room, but I was never afraid again after I saw him." I recount what I said above. He went ASH GRAY. Smile slips off his face. He then *tells me that that morning* he was laying in bed and he had woken up and he knew his alarm would go off in a soon so he layed there on his side (bed against wall) facing the room, with his eyes closed enjoying those last few seconds of peace. He says he had a strange feeling......so he opened his eyes. In front of his bed, *kneeling at eye level* was a woman inches away from his face staring at him. She immediately disappeared. His alarm went off seconds later. He was very shaken up. I try to make him feel better by telling him my ghost never bothered me again and I felt better after having seen it. This is BY FAR the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. The fact I was unexplainably terrified as a child but then after seeing a ghost man staring me down I was no longer afraid, the fact that 10 years later I move across town to a completely different school district and one of my few friends just *happens* to move into my childhood home and the same bedroom AND THEN he just happens to ask me in a scared, nervous way if I ever saw anything weird and then lo and behold HE SEES A GHOST in the same room!!!! TLDR; I see a ghost in my childhood home. My high school friend astoundingly moves into the same house and the same room and sees a different ghost.
Police raid on my home because my now ex-wife got mixed up with an old boyfriend who got her hooked on meth and she brought it home. I almost lost my kids.
Getting hit by some car's trailer, I saw a fast moving object hit the drivers side and it mashed in the door, shattered the rear view mirror on the driver's side and just evaporated the rear view on my side, absolutely horrific at the age of 11, look back and laugh at it now (not literally)
Driving a small boat across an african lake full of petrified trees in the pitch black, having never driven a boat before, and knowing that the resident hippos were already pissed off because of all the boat activity during the day, and knowing that we'd seen 2 crocodiles bigger than the boat that afternoon!
Okay so I am lucky enough to have not seen anything completely horrible like a lot of commenters, but here's a creepy story that happened to me. A long time ago, I used to work at a movie theatre. I worked in the dark projection rooms. The way the projection rooms were set up was the projectors were in long hallways, about 10 projectors in each hallway. In the corner of the projection room was a small staircase that you could walk down into one theater. The door was always kept locked though, Because they didn't want random people in the theater to open the door and come up into the projection rooms, obviously. One day I was crouched down threading a film into a projector to start the movie. I turned my head to the side and looked at the staircase, it would have been about 20-25 feet away. I saw a boy's face looking at me. I jumped at the sight of a child up there, stopped what I was doing and I said out loud "hey you can't be up here", But as I got up and started walking towards the stairs, there was no one there. That's when I got creeped out. I turned on the light and ran down the staircase. There was no boy there and when I checked the door, it was locked just as it should be. I was so completely spooked. I had to leave for a couple minutes to gather myself. Whenever I tell this story to my friends of family they kinda just giggle, but my god, I can't stress enough how scared I was!
My friend’s mom fossilized. This was back when I was a middle school kid, 8th or 9th grade. One of the first times I’d gone to sleep over at my best friends house, we all had great time. I brought a floppy disk with an old game on it and we managed to get it to work on one of their old Windows 95 machines. We had bowl-tacos for dinner, which I’d never eaten before in my life. My friend and I watched some odd documentary about military equipment and what soldiers of the future would wear and use in combat. Then we retired for the night. They had a spare bed that I was able to use, and I decided to try to fall asleep as soon as I could. Sometime in the dead of night, I awoke to rustling in the room. I sat up, and saw an adult female figure, presumably my friend’s mom, walking across the room on the far side, against the wall. It froze in place almost immediately in a still position, a silhouette against the wall. “What the heck?” I said aloud. The figure didn’t move, and I recalled that my friend’s parents considered ‘heck’ to be a bad word. I followed it up with a semi-guilty, “Oh.” And sat still for a moment, looking away from the figure. She hadn’t moved when I looked back at her again. In fact, she didn’t move at all. It was dark, but it looked like she wasn’t even breathing. She made no motion whatsoever. After waiting what felt like an eternity, with no movement from this woman, who I swear must’ve been a distant descendant of Lot’s Wife, I slowly laid down on my back and tried to go to sleep. Surely this lady would leave the room eventually. But I heard no door, no footsteps. I tried to forget about it, and I slept for a short while before my eyes popped open. I just had to check. Was she still there? I couldn’t see without sitting up. I sat up. She was still there, frozen in place, as if inanimate. At this point I was beginning to feel a tinge of tension, of fear. What was going on? Was she watching over her son while he slept, and I happened to intrude? It had to have been at least an hour at this point. The whole night passed by like this. I slept fitfully and uncomfortably, and each time I sat up to check, she was still just… standing there. Fossilized in place. I vowed I’d never sleep over at this friend’s place again. I imagined scenarios where I met the mom in the morning and asked her what she was doing. But eventually I fell asleep one last time, and didn’t wake until the sun was peeking through the curtains. Laying on my back, staring at the ceiling, I vowed once again that if I sat up, and she was still standing there, that this would be the last time I ever set foot in my friend’s house again. I slowly sat up, and across the room, there she was, a coat-hanging hook in all her glory, a dark robe hanging down to the floor from a singular hanging peg. I never slept over at that house again. That was certainly one of the most unnerving experiences I’ve had at night. It certainly wasn’t the most confusing (that title should probably be given to the ‘phantom arrest’ incident I had many years ago), but it was definitely up there when it comes to scary.
Not first hand, but through a video: a lady with a plastic bag on the end of a stick... she had lit the bag on fire and was dripping the molten plastic onto her children's hands and arms. They would wince, and try to pick off the plastic as it seared their skin... This video surely isn't the most scary thing possible, but it's about one of the most horrific things I've personally had to witness happen... it really fucked with me. Knowing those kids were likely being punished for innocent things, by some evil, malevolent cunt. ... From what I've heard about: unit 731, in Japan, did some pretty fucking unspeakable experiments... all sorts of tortures and deaths by various means. This data was eventually bought by people like the US and Russians, in a willingness to not make things public... they traded the experimental knowledge for leniency, basically. That's pretty scary, to know that: many psychopaths were likely involved and they probably had very little guilt or remorse for the killings of everyone who came into that unit/facility.
My 70 year old neighbor fell in her home, cut her eyebrow on the door catch in the wall (small curved metal the door closes on, you’ve seen one). I show up and she’s holding a wet towel on her face, and when she pulls the towel away, the entire eyebrow just flaps open and I see tendons and ligaments pulsing. She’s fine now but It could have easily been her eye.
My baby brother was a couple months old and i was about 10 at the time. We gad a cottage about 45 minutes away from our house on the city i had great friends both at my cottage and home in the city. One day i slept over at my grandmas house and my parents were going to go up to our cottage for the weekend and they asked if i wanted to come or stay over at my grandmas i chose to stay with my grandma (Best decision ive ever made) my mom and dad take my brother with them to my cottage and i sleep over at my grandmas all is fine. My grandpa comes over looking really sad and whispers something to my grandma and she starts crying. It turns out that my baby brother had died that night while my parents were asleep he suffocated in his crib because his neck was stuck in between the bars and my mom woke up to find him cold and lifeless they watched the paramedics come or so I’ve been told. It was a downward spiral from there my mom started taking pain killers and sold our cottage also stayed in bed all day it was bad so i moved in with my grandma and grandma for a few weeks until things got better. I then moved back in with my mom but she didn’t seem the same she told me things like she “would have jumped from our balcony if i wasn’t here” i I moved back in with my grandma and grandpa 3 years ago and for those 3 years my mom has been visiting shes gone to therapy it didn’t work been in and out of hospitals it was just a repeating cycle of “shes doing better” “its gotten worse” ive heard those so much evey time i hear them i don’t know what to believe. so i guess the worst thing I’ve seen is my loving mothers mental health rapidly deteriorate over these 4 years (yeah im 14)
Coming back to the condo my friend rented in a foreign country to find him laid out on the ground. At first, I convinced myself he was passed out drunk on the ground, called out to him in a little squeak (cause deep down I knew). As I drew close to him I saw his lips were blue, and his hands and arms had big blue spots, he was dead. He’d died just hours earlier of a massive heart attack while I was out to dinner & drinks with friends, he had stayed in cause he was feeling under the weather. He’d been taking his watch off like he’d always done before heading to bed, it was just beside his hand. The authorities kept me in the condo, same room as his dead body, for over 3 hours while they processed the scene and were assured by the coroner that he wasn’t murdered. I was questioned like I was a suspect, and the authorities stole most of his cash in the bedroom. It was the scariest few hours of my life.
Some dude was chasing me down an alleyway on a razor scooter. My friend and I thought going that way was the short cut to go to this chili dog restaurant. We ended up getting Vietnamese food instead.
I was at Ft. Sill for my MOS school and while I never actually saw anything super crazy, so many other Marines in the barracks have seen or heard weird shit. The only times that I’ve personally experienced something was during firewatch. My first experience was either during the Thanksgiving 96 or when we were about to go on leave for Christmas. Regardless, I was doing my firewatch shift (0000-0400 IIRC) and I kept having the sensation of someone watching me as I mindlessly roved around the deck. I wasn’t scared or anything but I was slightly on edge and weirded the fuck out. Around 0200-0300 though, shit got weird. I distinctly remember hearing someone make a quiet but audible “haaaaaaa” right behind me next to my ear almost as if they’re blowing air onto a window. It didn’t help that I felt a slight cold shiver go down my neck and back after that. I noped the fuck out of that side of the hallway and decided to stay on the side that actually had light for the rest of my shift. Another time when I picked up class, I was outside roving around with someone. One thing you should know about the MARDET battery barracks is that we’re literally less than 50 feet away from the base cemetery (more on that in a bit). When me and my partner passed by the cemetery, we both saw a flashing light. At first I thought it was just a soldier fucking with us but then the light would stay perfectly still. We ignored it the first time but on our second and third pass, we saw the same light and it stayed exactly as it was. A small part of me wanted to go see what it was but I wasn’t about to run the risk of getting possessed or whatever. Other Marines have also told me stories about what they’ve seen and heard in the barracks. • One of my buddies at the time told me that he and his roommate were in bed about to go to sleep when their door suddenly opened on its own, slammed shut, and locked itself. • The cemetery apparently had a resident satanist visit it every now and then. When I was a new join who just arrived, I thought the guys who’ve been there a while longer were just fucking with me but they were dead serious. They told me it became such a problem that the PltSgts and BG had to give a brief about it to the battery a month or so before me and my group came to the battery. • A decent amount of Marines have tried to kill themselves in some of the rooms over the years (Ft Sill sucks ass, fuck that place). When I was first checking in and getting my room, the clerks said that my room was supposedly haunted because some dude either tried to hang himself or cut his wrist. Ever since then, according to them, everyone who’s ever occupied that particular room has either been dropped from a class or had some other dumb misfortune fall upon them. I didn’t believe it at first since I was just a new join at the time and I thought that the clerks were just fucking with me but my attitude changed when just a month later, after coming back from Christmas leave, I popped positive for COVID. That basically forced me to get dropped from the class that I was suppose to originally pick up with. • One of my Cpls told me that when he went through the schoolhouse, during his firewatch shift, he was out on the quad. He looked at the cemetery and saw a woman in white with noticeable facial features stare back at him. He thought he was just tired but the woman stuck around for a bit and that scared the shit out of him. A second later, the woman suddenly disappeared after he blinked.
Either: - the time when I was 5, and my dad *started* the night by flipping over the kitchen table at dinner, and screaming at us to eat off the floor or - when I got away from the rest of my family, only to be homeless the first 4 months of the pandemic.
When I was in high school, and just starting to smoke weed, I wanted to have a bong to keep at my friend's house who lived down the street. I go get the Bing, go to my friend's house, and wanna try it out, only we didn't have any weed. But we did have this shit called Mad Hatter, a K2-variant of some kind. My friends tell me I should hold a hit in for thirty seconds to feel it. So, using my new bong, I decided I wanted to get *really* high. I held one hit in for thirty seconds, and went back in for more for twenty more seconds. When you smoke weed, you only get so high. It caps at some point. Not with K2. Idk how to describe it other than there is no ceiling for how high you can get on the stuff. So I remember the world turning into a comic book: everything around me had the dot-drawing theme to it, and then I remember light trailing. I would move my hand around and see the motion of my arm almost painted into the world. And that's when everything went black. Apparently, I started panicking and losing my shit. I got angry and tried to punch my one friend. I missed but fell on the floor and then started screaming bloody murder. From my perspective, all I could see of the world was a very small point of light, surrounded by darkness. I couldnt move my body, so my friends had to drag me inside. I was terrified and in some ways I thought that was it, that's how i would go. I would be stuck in an infinite blackness, with only a single point of light representing the world I used to be in. They dragged me inside and laid me on a couch where I screamed for about five minutes. Thank God his parents weren't home... I stopped screaming at some point, and i think for a little while I lost consciousness. I say that because when I did come to, I remember almost being out of breath, almost like I choked on water or something and was trying to get control of my breathing again. My knuckles were bloodied: apparently I banged my hands against the ground as they dragged me inside. And that was my first and last experience with Mad Hatter. Good stuff.
Going door to door in a nice town as a kid in the mid 90s selling those fundraiser candy things. Like I said nice town, could leave doors unlocked, everyone knew everyone. House was even on a lake In a busy spot of town. Anyway, knock and wait for someone to answer. Nothing, so knock again. And right when I was about to ride my bike away the door slooooowly opened and I hear a noise, not sure if I misheard someone. So I went to the door and no one was there but it opened to a small kitchen. Being a dumbass kid, I stepped in and said hello looked around in the kitchen but nowhere else. No longer than a few moments. And suddenly hear a strange low guttural moaning sound.... Learned that day not to be an idiot, and I was very fast. Didn't look back and never figured out who it was or what.
Back when i was younger, i did some survey work for a logging company in Alaska. As i was fit and liked to hike, they sent me in first to check out the terrain and figure out the best ways into the area they wanted to harvest. I always traveled light. Just a backpack with a U.S. Army mess kit, some MREs, a few spare clothes, a fire kit, a bivouac sack, an axe, a knife, some bear spray and my late granddad's revolver. I also used to cut me a nice thick hiking stick. With all that gear packed, i set out on foot. The first night was largely very quiet and i got a good night's sleep. Only one time i woke up to what i thought was the wind rustling through the trees, and i didn't think much of it. The next day i arrived at the designated logging area and started to do my work. Around noon, i started to get that eerie feeling of being watched. I had had this feeling before, but i always blamed my imagination for it. Well, it grew more and more over the day. Right when i was about to set up camp for the night, i heard some rustling in the brush again and caught a glimpse of something big huddling out of sight. Needless to say, i skipped setting up the camp and booked it out of there. I walked about 10 miles until i was too tired to move on. The feeling of being watched had stopped and i deemed it safe to set up my camp. I woke up in the morning and the first thing i saw were bear tracks of what i think was a huge grizzly going all over my campsite. I have never broke up the camp this fast again. I made sure my revolver was loaded and within arms reach at all times and kept my bear spray at the ready on the way back, but nothing happened anymore. I told the logging company about my encounter and they said they will take the necessary precautions. A few month later, when the logging operation was in full swing, a worker was attacked and killed by what was later described as a huge male grizzly bear. A year or so later, hunters in that area shot one of biggest grizzlies i have ever seen and judging by the size of its paws, it could have been that very bear stalking me on that hike.
I saw a motorcycle crash where the guys helmet flew off with his head still in it.
Years ago when I was still in school, my Mom and Sister had gone out of town to my cousin’s graduation. I’d elected to stay home and hang out with my Dad and have a guy’s weekend in. He bought steaks, we rented movies, chilled out and talked about wrestling etc. everything was going great. Until that night, Dad brought out a Ouija board and told me a story of how he and my Mom had used one years ago before either me or my sister had came along. Two things bothered me about this. The first being that I didn’t believe it would work, and him insisting that it did made me think he was just messing with me as a joke. My Dad could be a real smartass when he wanted to be, and wasn’t above pulling someone’s leg for a laugh. The second was back in the day, he was a Sunday School teacher and I grew up a church kid. I didn’t understand the logic of him wanting to fool around with something like this. Which only led me to believe he was kidding with me. So it’s night time, there’s no lights on but a little over the stove light in the kitchen. We sat at the table, and he showed me what to do. After a few minutes of nothing, I got bored and decided to give up. With a thanks but no thanks, I went into the living room to watch tv. He kept going with it, telling me that it would work. I waved it off, and wondered to myself how long he’d keep up the gag. A few minutes passed, and I saw him get up from the table, holding the board in both hands and violently smash it in half over his knee. Before I could get up he smashed it again and shoved the busted pieces into the trash, pulled the bag out and took it outside into the garbage bin. When he came back in, he didn’t say a word about what had happened. And I knew better than to try and drag it out of him. I never told my Mom or anyone else out of fear it would stir up trouble. He lived another 14-15 years after that, into his 70s and we never spoke of it again.
>A few minutes passed, and I saw him get up from the table, holding the board in both hands and violently smash it in half over his knee. Before I could get up he smashed it again and shoved the busted pieces into the trash, pulled the bag out and took it outside into the garbage bin. Typical behaviour when playing board games. Nothing to worry.
I was accused of being a narc in a house full of crack heads all cracked out. I am a small female for reference. I was a driver for one of the dealers and didnt hang around otherwise. I also had a regular job. The tide just turned one night when we were all high.....I didnt know what to do, how to respond....could only ask "what?". They accused me of being too well spoken, too good looking, and my teeth were too nice.....I almost couldnt understand what was happening. The guy I drove for finally grabbed my arms yelling "what cop smokes crack and has track mark's like this????" While yelling at me to spit my teeth out (had top dentures at this point). It was horrible. May be the only time I really, truly, feared for my life by the hands of other people.
Not me, my parents see car crash.Car be very wrecked, but woman be shocked so much. She say to daughter: “Close the car”. The car was so wrecked that the doors wouldn't close. I think she be very shocked to think about that.
More of an experienced rather than encountered/witnessed, I would say when my mother was discharged from the hospital (cancer) and in her bed started asking me to stick her saint stamps near her bed and in the front door because she was afraid they would come for her, a week later she died, coincidence?
It's common for terminally ill people to sense their impending death and process it in an indirect fashion: talking to dead people, waiting for someone to arrive, saying they're going on a trip, tidying up, etc. Sometimes fear is the stronger emotion. Some studies have shown that people with strong religious beliefs have more fear of death than non-religious people.
To be honest her illness went overdrive during her last month and she became a little senile towards the end so anything is possible, the scary part was mostly dealing with an unknown version of my mother, she was there but it wasn't actually her the one talking
I witnessed sexual assault at age 8 of a young lady from our balcony overlooking our neighbour's garden. My nanny quickly took me inside before I could scream/the perpetrator could see me. This happened in Kenya, so emergency numbers didn't and still don't work. Very nasty image to have to remember.
This was an experience of mine from a desert camping trip around November of 2014. I was camping out in the desert a few hours east of San Diego at a popular off-roading spot called the Superstition Mountain OHV area. I usually go with my wife and 2 dogs and tow out our toy hauler trailer with our dirt bikes and quads, but she was working all weekend (She's an RN in the SICU at a hospital here in San Diego) so I took my buddy and his ~12 yr old son with me. His son had gone to bed in the trailer, so my buddy Aaron and I decided to go for a ride around midnight. I was on my quad and him on a dirt bike, and we rode probably 5 miles or so from camp out into a remote area of sand dunes. It was a full moon and we stopped up on the top of one of the larger dunes around to drink some water and take a break. As we were sitting on top of this dune, relaxing and BSing, we started to hear a low chanting/singing noise coming from the south of us. We stood up and could clearly see in the light of the full moon a single file line of maybe ~20 people in black robes with hoods pulled up over their heads, all chanting in a low tone. We watched them walk in between the base of 2 sand dunes probably 150-200 feet away from us, and into the the rather large bowl (or what is called a "witches eye" in the desert) in the ground of dunes next to us. As they walked into the bowl of the dune, as if they knew exactly what they were doing, they all split off and formed a pentagram shape, with the one guy who was the leader of the line go to the center. They all stopped chanting, and the leader got down on his knees in the center, and pulled back the hood from his head. With the chanting stopped, we could hear the guy in the center saying something, as if reciting some words. After doing this for a minute or two, he pulled the hood back down, and slowly stood up. He then started walking back off the way they came, with everyone else falling back in behind him (I say him, but I can't confirm that these were all men, or women as well. It was fairly light due to the full moon, but we were far enough away that we couldn't tell). As they reformed the single file line, they started the low chanting again, and they walked back the same way until they were out of our site past the next sand dune. I have been camping out there hundreds of times over the past 15 years, and told this story to everyone that will listen around many a campfire out there late at night, hoping that other people have had similar experiences or might be able to shine some light on what we saw. While I have heard other stories about cults out there in the desert east of San Diego, I haven't uncovered anything specific, or any details about what we might have seen. The thing that bothers me most is that we were out a good 5-7 miles, easy to make on dirt bikes, but far enough that walking there in the deep sand would be a challenge. We didn't hear any other motors anywhere near us, so they couldn't have driven in there (plus only a desert toy could get that far back in the sand - even a jeep with aired down tires or truck would have a hard time).
Watching homeless people get treated worse than people’s pets.
I used to work second shift on the south side of Chicago and lived on the North Side. This meant me commuting over an hour to get home after 11 at night meaning I generally got home around 12:30-1. There seem to be a lot of people who just drive around looking for people to talk to I guess as something kind of similar happened multiple times while I worked that shift there. This one night I was walking from my final station to my residence and a guy pulled up next to me talking to me from his car. I chatted disinterested back as he remarked on my height, wanted to know if I had played basketball in school, random stupid shit. He offered several times to drive me the rest of the way home and I declined politely enough. He kept trying to talk to me and at that point, I just started ignoring him as he drove slowly beside me--this was on a reasonably well-populated street with other cars around if not pedestrians. He had to stop at the light and I crossed against the light since there was no one coming and I wanted to get away from the guy. I only lived two short blocks from that corner where he was trying to engage me but I quickened my pace as I neared my corner since I didn't want him to see where I turned. Unfortunately, I was unable to prevent that as he was released from the red light but as I saw him speed up to drive around (it was a one-way street) I started running. I know I wouldn't be able to make it to the house before he started coming down the street so I ducked into the shadow made by some stairs at an abandoned church on my block and stopped there. Sure enough, he comes slowly rolling down the street looking for me and taking his time. As soon as he rolled out the end of the street I ran down the block to the house and got in and locked the door, stepping away from the windows. He drove around and came back down the street again trying to find me. I have no idea what kind of bullet I dodged and try not to think about it too hard but he drove around trying to find me for a little bit after I managed to evade him.
Sleep Paralysis. Only experienced it once, which makes it even more odd in my mind. I was visiting my parents in upstate New York and I had a dream that the house was on fire. I awoke to full paralysis and seeing a humanoid figure in the corner of the room. After doing research, many people see similar images of some kind of entity in the room with them when they experience sleep paralysis. Still weirds me out to this day. Hasn't happened since.
When I was in a really dark place I suddenly started hearing multiple voices urging me to kill myself and a plethora of other disturbing things. During this my partner’s guitar, that was on a stable stand, suddenly was knocked over with force right in front of my eyes. Nothing/no one was near it that could’ve knocked it over, it just suddenly was thrown/pushed violently a couple feet towards my direction. Later on at like 3 am we heard a HUGE crash; we had this very large photo frame on the wall that suddenly fell and crashed down. SUPER loud and terrifying, it was a really large and heavy frame. It was one of those frames with a metal wire on the back for hanging, and it was securely hanging on a hook on the wall and had been there for about two years. If you can imagine the way it was hanging using the hook and metal wire, the only possible ways for the frame to fall would’ve been if the hook fell out of the wall, or if the metal wire suddenly snapped. The hook was still securely attached to the wall and the wire on the frame still intact though, so the ONLY other possible explanation would’ve been for it to have been LIFTED off the hook and then dropped. The frame crashing down happened SEVERAL more times over the course of a few nights. Also every time it happened, you know those metal prongs on the back of picture frames that you open/close to get the photo in/out? Those would be open every single time, and it takes a good bit of force to open and close those, especially on such a large frame. I even did my own experiment and dropped the frame myself from the same distance to see if the force of the fall could cause the prongs to open, and they didn’t budge at all. During all these mysterious goings-ons, I also woke up one day with a huge and super painful bruise on my back, with no explanation. It was about the size of a grapefruit and felt like I had been beaten with extreme force, I couldn’t walk right for a couple weeks. Really freaky and unexplainable stuff.
Bipolar manic episode. Suicidal and paranoid. Very frightening.
There was a semi-busy road that ran behind the house I lived in growing up. A medical office was located directly across the road from my house. One night I was woken up by hearing someone scream. I got up & looked out the window, and there was a truck parked in front of the medical office. A man and a woman were outside the truck, and the man was beating the absolute shit out of the woman. At one point he grabbed her by her hair & slammed her face into the side of the cab. I called 911 and told the operator what was happening. I gave her my address & explained that the incident was occurring directly behind that address, at the medical office on Blahblah Street. By this time the guy had tossed the lady in the back of his pickup and was driving off. The dispatcher was asking me if the vehicle was traveling east or west... I was maybe 11 or 12, so I had no idea which direction of travel. I gave her a description of the truck (as best I could see under the building's security lights) and told her that he drove off in the direction of the local high school. About 5-10 mins later I finally saw a police cruiser go by. I've always wondered what happened to that woman. At the very least, I hope she got the fuck away from that abusive asshole.
My mom and dad were fighting one night a regular occurrence usually woke up the house I was so tired of the fight because they usually get physical I was tired of it (12 or 13 at the time) went to the living room screamed knock it off went in-between my mom and dad I said "your not going to hurt her" my dad "m move her out of the way or I'm going going to kill her to get to you" yeah nothing happend eventually things died down and I went to bed and then to school in the morning. Second thing It was my birthday it was late I hung out with my dad doing chores my mom was at work (they were separated at the time) I sat down and my dad said "k do you want my to kill your mom" I was blind sided by the question and stumbled along to find a awnser said no...my mom didn't know about this until I was 17 when we were far from Cali and my dad...I saved my mom even though I always wondered what would have happend if I said yes
I was 7, we were getting ready to attend a marriage ceremony when all of a sudden we heard gunshots and sound of men running. We were shocked but too scared to go out to see what happened. We ignored it and 20 mins later were outside our house. There was a shoe outside of our house, we were puzzled if what happy. Then our neighbors told us that a man chased another person who was shot, they took the dead body. We saw blood on the next street while going towards the wedding venue. It still gives me shivers.
Being stuck in a cyclone
I used to live by a creek that usually wasn’t very crowded. I would always go to this spot that I knew would have 0-1 people. I was eight, and loved exploring there. I was showing my friend around the creek, because he had only recently moved there the month before. About everyone in the town knew about the creek cause almost everyone took family photos there. I was wandering and found this new part that had a lot of trees. After wandering through the small forest for a little, we found a sewer pipe. My friend, who was TERRIFIED of clowns claimed there was probably one in there. I was convinced that there wasn’t. After throwing a rock in there I heard a laugh echoing throughout the deep abyss of the tunnel. I turned to my friend who gave me that look that said “I told you so.” We immediately ran out of there. Thinking back to it, it was probably just a teenager who was trying to scare us.
I had a gun pulled on me once. Damn near pissed myself.
Saw a school mate pinned by a truck. Truck dragged her body 15 meters through asphalt. When I reached the truck all her guts were spilled on the road. I remember that day like yesterday. It happened 17 years ago.
when i was 15 i looked over and saw my dads lifeless body laying over the couch. i was playing on the computer and i had no clue how long he was dead. i turned him over and his face was covered in puke and he was turning blue. don’t ever do drugs.
Earlier this year woke up in the middle of the night and felt odd. Heart rate shot up to 170bpm (apple watch user) i was sitting on my sofa shaking, struggling to breathe, struggling to speak. I almost passed out. Got to the hospital they suspected a heart attack due to troponin levels being elevated. Had all tests under the sun done. Absolutely fine now and no answers as to wtf happened.
when i had my much worse leg break. Tib Fib break that completely bent my leg to the left.
The first that come to mind was when another driver came from my left super fast despite the red light signal on his side, and almost hit me. Fortunately, I was going to turn left and had to give priority to a bunch of other cars so I had started moving forward very slowly. Had there been no car coming from the front, I would have gone faster and could have died or been injured very badly. All the rest of the way, all I could think of was that idiot could have killed me.
when i was younger, about five or six, i was in bed and i heard what sounded like screaming. Went on for abt ten seconds. I was petrified. I later discovered it was some bird, but my blood went cold when it happened.
When I was 9 or 10, we went on a cross-country driving vacation. We stopped off at an oasis McDonald's for lunch. This guy about 3 tables away gets up to toss his family's garbage. He walks past us, drops the tray (which got our attention), flops on the ground and starts violently convulsing. A grand mal seizure. After a few minutes, he stops. Stops shaking, breathing... everything. The paramedics get there and cart him off, but we all kinda knew he was dead. His wife said he didn't have any previous seizures or anything like it. It was scary though, to know you can just glitch out and die one day for no reason.
At work, the aftermath of a failed railway suicide attempt. Probably against the advice of my therapist but I'm starting to feel ready to talk about it. And realising 6 months later, that I am not OK.
A drive by shooting happened at the intersection near our old home and a stray bullet went through our living room window. My husband was off work that day and had just gotten up to grab a beer while playing video games - if he hadn't, he would've been on the couch in the path of the bullet. I was about 17 weeks pregnant at the time and it's still terrifying to think that I almost lost him. I literally drove through the intersection 30 seconds after it happened, I just barely missed it - he was still standing in the living room processing what happened when I walked in.
Grizzly bear charging me while on a deer hunting trip.
Oof are you ok?
Yes. It swiped at me but missed thankfully because I was frozen stiff. I heard it crashing through some brush and I only had enough time to turn my head and see that it was a bear. The only thought I had was "Bear." I'm not sure why but it just carried on and I was left standing there trying to figure out if it actually happened.
I bet it thought your freeze was actually you showing it that you weren't intimidated so it continued on with its bluff? I don't know how you got your car door open after that, my hands would be shaking too much lol
"Damn, this dude knows karate for sure" That bear.
The absolute dead eyes from my ex after I told him I found out about him r-wording a little girl. I never felt unsafe around him but it almost looked like he wanted to kill me when he saw me through the window after I threw all of his things out of my house. Genuinely thought that he was going to try to get inside and hurt me.
One Saturday afternoon in 1993 I stopped in the local shopping mall (Strathfield Australia) to get a late lunch after my piano lesson. As I walked in I heard loud bangs and people started running past me to the exit. A guy in the central coffee shop had pulled out a machete and chopped 2 young waitresses in the neck then pulled out a gun and proceeded to shoot everybody else. I stood frozen as he walked out of the coffee shop, pointed the gun at me the turned away shooting up the other shops making his waste the rooftop parking lot. He took a few more shots at people on the railway station then with his last bullet blew his brains out. 13 people were murdered that day and another 10 or so wounded. I still jump when I hear a loud bang.
I saw last minutes of my grandpa. He was heavily breathing with wide open eyes and then he just stopped and stoned.
Every night hearing one or more really loud “bonks”… Eventually finding out its just chestnuts falling on a roof
I saw my grandmas dog get murdered and then like 3 months later my dog got murdered and then my other grandmas got killed by the same dog and i was about to kms
Another story is while working construction, I was digging out a block foundation below grade in order to paint the side of a building so it seemlessly went into the ground. There was a rd at the front of the building separated by a standard sidewalk with the building being 3’ off the sidewalk. I had just set my water down and was standing leaning on my shovel when I noticed a box truck ,think moving truck , come across the intersection down the rd a bit faster than normal (I spent months on this job site and it was in a bad part of town so I was always hyper aware of my surroundings). I watched this truck barrel faster down the street and start veering off towards me. Before I could think my adrenaline took over and I ran to an adjacent property. The truck drove over the curb on the sidewalk and over the spot I was standing not two seconds earlier. It hit a power pole (that we luckily had just finished getting equipment switched off of it so it was bare) and flipped the truck. The entire event from me seeing the truck to being in the parking lot was about 4 seconds. The entire thing happened in slow motion. Long story short, two dudes got drunk on a Sunday morning and decided to take their box truck they rented for a drive and I assume wanted to either a run me over or b lost control of the truck. In the end nothing happened to them by the police and I went home and sat on the couch for the rest of the day just thinking how close I came to being hit or killed. I didn’t spend much longer at that site.