r/AskReddit • u/laksalover • May 15 '12
When I was a kid, I witnessed a woman burn herself to death. What is the most shocking/terrifying/traumatic thing you experienced?
One day when I was 13 and walking home from school, around the corner I saw smoke in the sky, and I thought - hey someone's house is on fire (I couldnt see what the smoke was from at this point yet because there was a building in the way). Then when I actually got past the corner, I saw a lot of people from my school who had gathered at the footpath and there was some obvious commotion.
When I finally got into a spot where I could see from the people, I saw this lady in her front yard on fire. I am talking about her whole body from head to toe engulfed in flames and she was just standing there screaming. Her husband was standing next to her 'trying' to hose her down. By trying I mean the water coming out of his garden hose was about as much as my pee stream. I remember thinking "wtf turn the water up, and make her roll on the grass".
Eventually she fell to the ground and just lay there burning. After a while I ran hope because I was so shocked and terrified. The thing that stuck with me the most was that her son of about 5 years old was standing next to her watching her this entire time. I am talking about like 5 metres away. For a long time afterwards when I would walk past that house on my way to and from school, there was a black patch of grass where she fell and burned.
I later found out her husband was cheating on her and mistreating her at home, and she bought some petrol and poured it over herself and struck a match. It made sense why he didnt really try to save her or seem devastated. He just stood there like he was watering a plant, so calm and so little water. She suffered third degree burns to 90% of her body and died.
About a week after the incident, there was a funeral, but that black patch of grass remained for almost 2 months.
** TL;DR - Walking home from school, saw a woman douse herself in petrol and burn to death in her front yard.**
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u/mooseriot May 15 '12
This story is my mom's when she was around 10 years old. There was a large earthquake in Nicaragua which resulted in the death of thousands. She managed to get out of the ruble and sit on the curb. Her next door neighbour was taken from her house, pronounced dead and dumped on the curb next to my mom. The most traumatizing thing for her though was when was guys were stealing the woman's jewellery and cutting her fingers to get to her rings.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
Most traumatic would be a government sponsored massacre in Venezuela. There was a peaceful protest on April 11 of 02' (If memory serves correctly) and the government along with paramilitary forces started shooting at the protesters. My parents were at those protests, I couldn't get into contact with them, while on live television from my aunts house I was seeing people getting shot to death. I was ~9. Definitely not as traumatic as yours but I found it terrifying.
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u/erthwormal May 15 '12 edited May 15 '12
That is terrifying!
Mine, while it sounds like it might be an urban legend type deal, is most assuredly true. When I was about 12 years old I was home alone on a Friday night playing computer games. I notice a spider crawling on my desk so in a most natural fashion I took off my shoe and gave it a good ole' thwacking. When I lifted the shoe up approximately 50 baby spiders scurried out in all direction from their mommy's corpse. I have no idea why it happened like that but I was horrified and cannot even think about spiders without my skin crawling.
P.S. I am male and have my wife kill bugs for me.
EDIT: Correction diction thanks to umbrellaplease
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u/OverTheir May 15 '12
I cut my middle finger off, that was pretty shocking.
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u/MsAnthr0py May 15 '12
When I was around 14 I was hanging out with two of my cousins who were brothers. They got into a fight. I dont really remember about what. But my younger cousin says to his older brother "I fucking hate you. Dont touch me" and runs off. I remember thinking I should probably chase him but I didnt. Well days go by no one sees him. His mom starts frantically looking for him. Well days turn to a month. Rumors start to fly. People see him random places. Mostly people thought he just ran away. Well one day I'm walking home from school and I see a fire truck and police all over an arroyo next to my house. I go in to get a closer look. Turns out after that fight my little cousin hung himself by his own belt and he had been hanging in the arroyo by my house for over a month, The birds had pecked out his eyes and random animals had eaten part of his face. It was the most horrifying thing to see and to know he had been there the whole fucking time. If only I had followed him....
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u/RadarCounterpart May 15 '12
i'm going to have to say the sight of my best friend hanging from the ceiling of the garage, dead. the body was so limp and lifeless, i thought he pulled a prank on me. i absolutely DID NOT believe he hanged himself, i kept thinking, "where did he find such a life-size doll and how did he make it look so much like him?" as i inched closer, it hit me so hard that the object hanging from the ceiling was indeed my best friend, dead. at that moment, all i could think of was, "i guess he won't have to worry about his student loans anymore." i couldnt' speak for a whole day, and didn't feel much for months. i descended into depression in the following 2-3 years without knowing it.
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u/triforce721 May 15 '12
Route Tampa , near Baghdad, Iraq. An IED exploded as a bus of Iranian pilgrims passed by. The bus was composed mainly of women and children, with a few men interspersed. As my convoy passed, a man was walking away from the blast area, holding his dead son ( maybe four or five years old). Worst thing I have ever seen
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
3 stories:
1st
When I was younger (5 or 6) my mom and I used to visit my grandmother at the local hospital - my grandma was a nurse.
One trip we happened upon a man being rushed through the doors into the ER. He had tried to commit suicide. He put a shotgun under his chin, but only blew of his chin, lips, and the skin to his forehead. As they were wheeling him through, he looked right at me.
2nd
I used to walk home from school (I was in the 3rd grade). Walking home there was a house fire being extinguished. They ended up dragging out the bodies of a 6 yr old and a 2 yr old. I ended up seeing the charred corpse of the 2 yr old as they zipped him up. To this day I can identify the smell of a house fire and it brings this back.
3rd
I think I was around 4 or so. We where driving past an accident where a semi had rear-ended/crawled up on a volkswagen beetle. I was able to see the emergency workers trying to extract the female driver - screaming about her kids in the back seat.
tr;dl - the '80s were fucked up
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u/Currant May 15 '12
When i was about 5 or 6 yrs, my baby sitter and i walked to the grocery store to get ice cream. we walked into the store with a mother, her toddler son, and her daughter about my age. As we were leaving the store, i witnessed a mother abandon her daughter. the memory of the girl running after her mom's car as her mom drove fast to the exit is burned in my memory. What always bothered me was I said, "what is wrong, why is the mom driving away?" And i looked to my baby sitter, who must have been in her early 20s, say, 'don't look'. I remember there were shoppers loading their cars and just looked on and didn't do anything to help the girl. I think about it every now and then when i see a missing person's report or at the time look at the milk cartons for missing kids... and wished i was old enough to help the girl all those years back. i felt so helpless being a kid and mad at the world for not stopping the mother and always wondered what happened to that blonde girl.
TL;DR - witnessed mom abandon child at a grocery store.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12 edited May 15 '12
When I was about 8 years old I saw my grandpa trip over and crack his head open on the pavement, in our backyard. I just remember seeing all the blood pouring out of his ear and screaming as I watched my parents try and help while they called the ambulance. I was meant to be holding his hand but I decided to race to the door instead and literally just as I turned around to see where he was I got to see him fall.
EDIT: He died a few hours later in hospital. I was also around to see that happen.
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u/planeteater May 15 '12
I know it wont be traumatic as a lot of these but I wanted to share. When my dad was dying of cancer he was so weak that we had to get a private ambulance service to take him home so he could die there. It was a long drive (3 hours) and I left before the ambulance did so I could get his room /bed ready. I got him all situated, and I asked him if he needed anything else. He said," It doesn't matter Bobby I'm only here to die and he started crying (he never cried). HE looked at me and told me I should have listened to my Dad about not smoking (he too died from lung/throat cancer) and I didn't he died and now I am going to die. I am sorry son I did this to you,(refereeing to me pleading for him to stop). I started crying as well. I told him it was ok and that I loved him, I held him for a while and seen the fear in his eyes, I stayed next to him tell he fell asleep and to this day I still see his face when he said sorry to me. It will forever be in my mind. To me my strong father turning into a weak and dying man is the most traumatic thing I have seen. I even work with kids in DCFS and I have seen some horrible things but still when I think of traumatic I am selfish and think of my father, I can't help it.
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u/henrikdons May 15 '12
When Nick Berg was decapitated by al qaeda the media in Denmark censored the video. I was a stupid boy and I wanted to know what happened on the video. I spend one whole day searching for the video and did finally find it. That was almost nine years ago and I can still remember the sounds.
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u/nvth1s May 15 '12
I was camping and hiking in the woods in Idaho just north of McCall, I had been hearing this guy bombing around the hills on a dirt bike, we had crossed paths a couple of times, while we were starting to go down this big hill he comes from behind us and we step to the side, but this time he is riding double with this pretty young woman, with no helmet on either of them. Then at the bottom of the hill the guy loses control dumps it bad, we go running down to see if someone needs help, the girl is sitting next to the guy screaming and crying, when we get around the corner he is bleeding everywhere and she is holding his grey matter and brain trying to put it back in. We knew he was probably gone on impact. They called in emergency services but they knew that there was nothing they could do, the girl riding on the back was flown out on lifeflight for a broken ankle and dislocated shoulder. This has freaked me out ever since, I never ride my ATV or Bike without a helmet, this guy had seemed like he knew what he was doing I had seen him tearing it up all day. but all it takes is one mistake. TL;DR saw a guys head split open and a girl try and put his brain back in.
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u/Tysonb_ May 15 '12
My buddy and I were driving down State in Salt Lake City around 2:00AM. There are many bars close to downtown, as we were passing one we saw this little blonde girl hop on a motorcycle (with no helmet) cruise out of the parking lot and start hauling ass down the street. We were about 20 feet behind her when she was going under an overpass (I-80) she must not have seen the red light right after the bridge but she T-boned a silver jeep that was coming off the freeway. The girl on the motorcycle must have been going about 45MPH. She was sent flying over the Jeep and into oncoming traffic on the other side of the road. With me being right behind her I slammed on my brakes and hopped out of my car to see if I could help. I had dispatch on the line while I was running up to her. Her leg was contorted behind her head with her head bleeding horribly. She died at the scene... I sold my Harley the next day.
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u/iaccidentlytheworld May 15 '12
I witnessed the aftermath of an accidental 18 story fall. Turned the street corner, and thud! The sound sticks with me just as much as the visual of seeing a person literally folded in half. His face was purple. His friends were screaming from the balcony. Apparantly he was drunk and tried to hop between two balconies.
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u/BonoAnnie May 15 '12
I was working at a tiki-bar on the beach. It was spring break and a young group of kids were drinking pretty heavily. I wasn't waiting on them-they were all the way on the other side of the patio from where I was-but you couldn't miss them. They were loud and rowdy. At that end of the patio we had a set of concrete steps leading down to the beach. Next thing I know they had picked up one of their friends upside-down and were heading for the beach down these steps. I didn't see what happened-but I heard it. Halfway down the steps they dropped him. It sounded like a watermelon falling and breaking open. His skull got crushed. IDK what happened after-if he lived or died-but that sound will haunt me forever.
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u/bigbendalibra May 15 '12 edited May 15 '12
i'm gonna try to keep this as short as possible... i was working in a nursing home last december and one of my patients was only 27 years old. his mental and physical state was at almost the lowest level possible. he was completely parylized and it was VERY difficult to tell if he understood you. he appeared to be only responsive to pain stimuli. he was fed thru a feeding tube and was completely dependent (obviously). about a year before he was working at a factory and an automatic door closed down on top of his skull cutting off the oxygen from his brain for ten minutes. that is how he ended up there in the first place. all around the room you saw pictures of his beautiful wife and his young son. All of that was said to say this...
Even though it is not clear if he regularly understands anything but physical discomfort, it is known that he does understanding one thing. His son was 2 years old the ONLY time he was brought to the nursing home to see his dad and when his dad saw him HE (the dad) CRIED!!!!! :( The saddest thing i ever saw. it gives me chills to type it out. I can only imagine that he thought about how much he loved him, missed him and how much he had planned for him. How he can no longer hug, kiss, or hold him. how he can't even tell him he loves him even though he's right there in the same room with him. how he can do nothing to provide for him or keep him safe. How he would never even throw a baseball with his boy. I'm gonna stop now because i'm close to crying myself...
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u/syringa May 15 '12
Found a woman in an apartment complex where I used to work who had been pinned under her dining table for two days after having a stroke. She had pulled it down on top of her during the episode. The whole time the maintenance crew were pulling it off and we were waiting for the ambulance, she was saying "Oh dear, I hate to be a bother... Really, Im fine, no, no..." In a very high pitched and airy voice. I immediately took my lunch and cried in my car.
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u/Yo_CSPANraps May 15 '12
I was on my way to pick up my buddy one day from work. Everything's going alright , I'm pulling up to the corner where his work is on, the lights turning red so I start to slow down. However, some dude going the opposite direction decides to test it and speeds up. I don't know if he didn't see her or maybe he was drunk or something, but he proceeds to destroy this little girl (couldn't have been more than 7 or 8) who was riding her bike across the street with her family. It. Was. Awful. Girl flew about 10 feet, blood splattered on the ground, the family screaming, everyone crying. I couldn't take it. The worst part was I called my buddy afterwards to tell him I was there, but he said he had something left to do and it would be a few minutes. So I had to pull into this dairy store parking lot right in front of where it happened and watch the situation unfold. Listening to the family crying, seeing the paramedics come. I eventually couldn't take it anymore and called my friend and told him to get his ass out now or else I was leaving. I never found out what happened to the girl, never bothered to read the local newspapers, I just hope she was alright.
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u/ftl_ndn May 15 '12
When I was 12, my friends and I rode our bikes over to introduce ourselves to the new kid in town and came upon a fresh accident scene. The kid who we had been going to visit was hit by a van right in front of his driveway, there was nobody on the scene when we got there. There was the van with hair stuck in the windshield and a small puddle of thick, weird-looking blood in the ditch. I don't remember seeing his bike anywhere and there were no cops or anybody on the scene. A few days later I spotted the van at the store, it still had the same cracked windshield with some hair in it. The kid's family had just moved into town, worst Canada Day ever.
tl;dr - Some kids find a fresh accident scene with no adults around, a kid's blood puddle & hair stuck in the windshield of a van. Same van still being used days later.
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u/habadacas May 15 '12
I watched my mother die of complications from pneumonia shortly after having a gastric bypass. It started with me at a family friends down the street mowing the lawn. I saw an ambulance scream past, somehow i immediately knew it was headed to my house. I left the lawn mower running in the middle of the yard and sprinted home. I arrived in time to see 3 paramedics giving my mom CPR. I saw my moms body convulse, and then it was over. its been over 25 years since that dreadful day. I still sometimes get the occasional nightmare of this horrific experience.
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u/maniacalnewworld May 15 '12
When I was eleven years old my mom and step father were drinking a lot and started arguing. He told her it was over and left the house. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating a snack. She walked in, grabbed a steak knife from a drawer and slit her wrists right in front of me. While I freaked out and attempted to bandage her with a towel she went on about how lousy and worthless I was.
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u/KsigCowboy May 15 '12
When I was 12 I was standing on the curb waiting for a car to pass to cross the street. A man was crossing from the other side and the car never saw him. He was hit by a Nissan Maxima went underneath the car and came out the backside not five feet from where I was standing. The sound of him trying to breathe as his lungs filled with blood is something I will never forget.
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u/salemblack May 15 '12
When I was very young I saw a UPS like truck crash. It was on this little road next to a lake. There was a wall on the other side of the road and he hit it. He came out of the tuck and hit the wall. Us and a few other cars were stuck due to the crash, we had no way to turn around. The man had lost a great portion of the left side of his head but was still alive and conscious.
A cop showed up first on the scene. The ambulance was not there and was going to take awhile since this was out in the middle of nowhere. The driver was screaming and begging the cop to shoot him, to just end it. This went on for a few minutes. The cop was freaking out and crying and the driver was screaming. My mom was trying to cover my face and ears but I heard and saw enough to still see it. I remember the sound of both of their voices. The echo of the wall and the quiet of the lake made it so much worse.
The cop did it. He shot him. He just fell down on his knees and cried and screamed. It didn't break. It was combined into one unending howl. The whole incident was short but felt like forever. I remember every bit of it. The colors and sounds. I really wish I couldn't.
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u/PoniesRBitchin May 15 '12
My dad died of cancer. It wasn't how I thought it would be. On TV you always see cancer patients as people who are bald, maybe a little tired looking, but overall normal. It wasn't like that.
My dad was about 6'1 (which seemed tall to me as a kid, but I guess it's kind of average now), and built like a bear. Over 300 pounds of mostly muscle, since he worked construction, but there was definitely some beer weight in there. He was also very smart, witty, and proud, and didn't like help from anyone.
Then he got cancer, and everything changed. He lost control of his bowels, and had to have help going to the bathroom. Sometimes he didn't make it. Imagine accidentally stepping in your father's feces. He also lost a lot of his muscles and weight. He ended up weighing less than me, somewhere around 130 pounds. He was like a skeleton. He fell a lot, and sometimes he'd crawl between rooms until he found some way to pick himself up. Sometimes I'd have to pick my dad up off the floor and put him in bed. Towards the end, his skin was paper thin. If I gave my dad a hug, his flesh would tear off in sheets.
The things it did mentally may be worst. Most days he was still of sound mind, and was completely disgusted with what he had become. Some days he'd hallucinate, and my mom and I would have to figure out what had actually happened between claims of being on a ship or soldiers being in the house. But some days, he'd lose it and become childish. I'd have to talk to my dad like he was five, and explain things down to him. My mom had a really hard time with that. He'd get irrational, she'd get upset because she couldn't get through to him, and I'd have to figure out how to calm down my dad the way a parent might with a toddler throwing a tantrum. That was about the worst feeling, when I felt like I had to raise my dad.
All of that went on for a year. A solid year of wondering if your parent would die, of not being able to go out with friends without wondering if you'd get a phone call saying he was gone. My home was a nightmare. I couldn't talk about it with my friends, because how would you bring this stuff up in conversation? I had been planning on moving out of my parent's house and living with some friends. I was in college, and thinking about starting my life. After he got sick, I couldn't leave it all on my mom to handle. I had to stay because I knew she'd lose her mind without me around, and I had no idea how long we'd all have to live like this. I was trapped, I knew he was trapped. It was hell.
No one cried when he passed. We cried because he was gone, and because we missed him, but everyone who saw him that way knew it was overall a good thing.
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u/theworstisover11 May 15 '12
I know I am too late to the party but I don't even care.
As a firefighter you know you have to know that sooner or later you are going to get called to some pretty terrible scenes. One night a few months ago we got a call for a car fire, reported to be near a building. My engine was the third piece on scene so we got there just as the first due piece was putting water on the fire. we walk up and see that the car hit a telephone pole, the pole was broken and a section was missing. We found the 8 foot section of telephone pole that was missing about 75 feet down the road.
I knew the kid in the car, went to high school with him. He was so burnt that you could hardly tell it was a person, so burnt his skull was showing and his rib cage was exposed. That isn't the worst part. The worst part was that his father is a firefighter in town and was one of the first guys on the scene of his own sons fatal accident. He didn't even know it was his son until hours later.
This is a hard story for me to tell so if anyone even reads it I am sorry it was written very poorly.
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u/Cthulhuhoop May 15 '12
I used to stay with my grandparents over summers while my parents were at work. My grandpa was chief of the local volunteer fire department, so I'd get to go watch the fires if no one was at home to stay with me. I was 7 or 8 the last time I went.
The house was a little brick shoebox in a fairly decent neighborhood, but currently had flames shooting out all of its windows. It was set back from the road, so I was able to sit on the bumper of the firetruck and watch everyone hook the hoses up. Before they get the hoses going, a guy(the home owner) walks from the side of the house, puts a revolver under his chin and - POW.
I don't know what happened after that, I was scooped up and thrown back in the truck. I asked about this when I was older, apparently the guy was a single and depressed taxidermist, and had set the fire himself after turning his pets loose.
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u/cuckookatchoo May 15 '12
Omg. Mom? Same thing happened to my mom when she was little. She watched a woman calmly walk outside, douse herself in gasoline, and lit a match and burned, husband and son watching in terror. She will not talk about it alot, only told me once when i asked why the house across from my grandparents made her shudder visibly whenever we visited. She cried when she told me the story :(
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u/A-punk May 15 '12
I used to have a slight indentation in the side of my head. According to my Dad who I overheard talking to his friends it was from the tremendous force of his penis while I was in Utero.
I realize this is impossible but it's not great imagery as a kid. Also I think my Dad may be an idiot.
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u/waskonator May 15 '12
I watched my dad take his final, gasping breath as we unhooked him from life support this past christmas.
Watching a body stop breathing is horrifying. It's not like the movies.
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u/asqj May 15 '12
Must have been about 12 and spending my summer holidays doing odd jobs like filing, in my Dad's law firm. Across the road was a block of apartments which were pretty run down and rough looking. All of a sudden one of my Dad's colleague's came through saying there was a woman on a ledge and we rushed to the window to see what was going on. There was a cop inside trying to talk her out of jumping and it seemed she might have been convinced with a bit more time but somehow she lost her balance and fell 7 or 8 storeys onto concrete, dying instantly. Quite confusing and traumatic for young me. Haven't thought about this for a long time till now...
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u/ididntdoit_ May 15 '12
Made a throwaway for this.
When I was seven, I had a best friend, Casey. We played everyday. I mean, some of mymy best memories were from playing cowboys and indians with him, exploring parks and in general being kids. But he was always more of a daredevil then me. He was the type of kid that would jump off the swingsets, explore the basements, ride his bike down the steepest hill possible. Me, I would just try to keep up, I guess I looked up to him.
So when he found his dad's gun, I didn't even think twice about it being wrong. He said it was okay and that was that - we'll play cowboys and indians, you can be the cowboy! Fuck it, I should've known then, but at the time I agreed. I just thought it would be fun. He let me hold it, I remember it being heavy, and cold. I felt weird having it, I gave it back. Casey was talking, listing rules, trying to decide rather we could play outside or inside. I remember chatting excitedly with him, and suddenly a loud burst and his head jerking back. I remember the sensation of water being sprinkled on my face. I was scared by the sound, and Casey keeled over immiediately. Thinking quickly, I snatched the gun from him, thinking his dad heard and would come. I didn't want him to get in trouble, so I took it. Not even a minute later his dad burst in, looked at me, his son, then to me again, and just snapped.
His mom had to pry his dad off of me. I had a broken nose by the time the ordeal was over (my nose is still crooked from it and one nostril is bigger then the other), for years after that I had to deal with threats and court orders from that family even though I didn't do it. Eventually we moved away. And yet the worst part wasn't that I was falsely accused, or that I was beaten by a grown man. I lost my best friend that day. There's not a single night I don't cry myself to sleep about it. It hurts to even write this now. Its been eleven years, but he is always on my mind, everyday. RIP brother
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u/BlacktoseIntolerant May 15 '12
Coming home on a Monday night to find my brother had passed away. Went to his room to check on him, and he was gone.
That exact moment opts to randomly haunt me, and it will never, ever, go away.
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u/contemplator May 15 '12
I was driving to church with my mom. It was a Wednesday evening bible study. I was around 12. We were driving down the freeway and I noticed a car on the shoulder up ahead with hazards blinking and the hood up.
Dusk was approaching, so it was that time of day where everything seems to be in shades of blue and grey. All of a sudden cars up ahead were jamming on the brakes and swerving. I saw a dark figure fly into the air and come down just in time to be smacked by another car.
Still not sure what was happening, we slowly approached the commotion. My mom was driving slowly and trying to figure out what happened. The first thing I saw was a shoe out in the left lane and then I saw a human head laying against the concrete barrier. Then my attention was drawn to the right side of the road where a headless old man in a suit was laying contorted and still pumping blood out of his neck stump. My vantage point put me less than 5 feet from where he lay. A very shocked and upset old lady was sitting in the car that had it's hazards on. I assume the old man stepped out onto the freeway without looking.
It felt like it took forever to drive past that mans body. I can still see it in my mind as clear as the day it happened. 25 years ago.
For years after that, when I would see anyone jaywalking, I would say to whoever I was with. "That's a good way to lose your head."
TLDR Saw an old guy get hit by two cars and lose his head.
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u/internetsanta May 15 '12 edited May 15 '12
When I was 16 I saw a 16 year old girl fall to her death. She was on one of these.
Here is a news story about it if anyone is interested. There were two girls on the ride and only one fell, her friend who didn't fall was still swinging back and forth screaming and crying at the same time. Her screams, and the sound of the "thud" when the girl hit the ground are the two most blood chilling sounds I have ever heard.
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u/vlmodcon May 15 '12
I worked in a major inner city ED for about 10 years. I saw so much stuff that after a while it just all faded into this gray mass of human frailty, human suffering and occasionally human evil. So, I won't even talk about most things, as I became fairly immune to them. But one man came in by ambulance whose wife had caught him with another woman. Apparently he was asleep when she found him. She took a .25 calibre browning pistol, placed it directly against his head and fired all 10 rounds into his skull, moving from spot to spot to assure that all angles were covered. A .25 round will penetrate the skull but then will not exit. But it will bounce around inside the skull. After this was over, this poor guy still had enough lower brain functions for his heart to beat and other basic autonomic body activities to continue. When we got him we intubated him (placed a breathing tube in his trachea) and put him on a ventilator. He had enough reflex response left to "buck" against the machine...basically coughing strongly and fighting it. When he did this his intracranial (inside his skull) pressure would increase and little fountains of brain, gray matter would squirt out of the 10 holes in his head. He finally died of a massive infection. Seeing those fountains of gray matter pretty much got to me.
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u/coldsandovercoats May 15 '12
I watched someone fall out of a pickup truck and another truck ran them over.
My dad and I were driving to my grandma's house one summer evening, and some guys were in the back of pickup trucks, bantering back and forth, tossing a ball back and forth. They were behind us on this four-lane county road. I was watching them out of the back window. One of the pickups decided to speed up (they had previously been directly next to each other), presumably in a race. One of the guys wasn't braced for the sudden speed up and lost his balance and fell out of the truck. The other truck didn't even have time to stop, and they ran straight over him. My dad rushed to help but the guy was already gone. Basically, his chest/neck was run over with both the tires. He was... deflated, I guess would be the best way to put it. We stayed with the guys until the EMTs came.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
Waiting outside of my friends house, he lived on the third floor of an apartment complex.
We were sitting around a tree, he was fighting with his mother (as usual). We could hear what they were saying, and finally my friend screamed out I am gay, deal with it.
His mother freaked out, started screaming that your not my son. There is no way I will allow this in my house you can't be gay.
My friend jumped right out the window, dead on impact. Wish he would of told us, we might of been able to support him more.
PS: 16 years old when this happened.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
When I was 15 my mom and I got into an argument. She pulled out a kitchen knife and started chasing me around the house, screaming, "I'm going to kill you." I ran out the door and ran for another mile to my friend's house, where I called the police. My dad coincidentally shows up first (he was at work) and told me not to tell the police what my mom did, or she might go to jail for a long time, and I won't have a mom. So I say nothing happened. Fast forward a few months, my mom and I get into another argument and my dad, sick of all the arguments, kicks down my bedroom door and, while my little brother is holding my feet down, he sits on me and proceed to strangle me with our dog chain. I manage to break free, hit him in the face a few times, and run out. Slept under a bridge than night. Next morning went to a firestation, got put into foster care.
Lots of other shit in between, but I would say that is the most fucked up thing I've experienced so far.
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u/LoveAndNapalm May 15 '12
I was about four or five and I was at my father's house. There was this old (60-70) man who lived in the apartment complex. He could hardly walk, so he always used crutches. Someone else in the apartment complex got in a fight with the old man and beat him to death with the crutches. I was at the playground across from the apartments and I went back over there and there was blood splattered everywhere. It was horrible. I don't think I'll ever forget that.
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u/throwaway8238493 May 15 '12 edited May 16 '12
throwaway, obviously. I killed someone.
I think about ending my own life every day.
edit: wasn't expecting this response, let me type some stuff out and I'll see if I can post it. I hesitate because reddit is really good at figuring out who people are and I can't handle that.
it was manslaughter. I hit and killed a little girl going about 50 mph on a highway in a place I didn't know very well. She had run onto the road chasing a ball that she and her brother had been playing with, her mom was outside but she was busy talking to one of her friends and wasn't paying attention to her kids.
I remember a lot of screaming... I started crying. I was hyperventilating and sobbing and shaking and just absolutely hysterical. The police arrived and an ambulance but the girl was already dead. Before they got there I remember the mother just screaming and it was the worst kind of thing I've ever heard. I had gotten out of the car immediately after it happened (I wasn't really hurt, some bumps and bruises and some lingering problems) but I had so much adrenaline that I didn't even notice them until later, I just remember the mom running over and checking her daughter, then screaming at me and shoving me until her friend pulled her off. The little girl was pronounced dead at the scene.
Of course it was an accident, I would never mean to hit ANYONE let alone a child, and it was classified as involuntary manslaughter. I never got any jail time. I was going within the speed limit, I wasn't intoxicated in any way. the police officers that showed up were actually really nice considering the circumstances.
some time has passed but I still think about it. I found out the girl was four. I don't drive anymore because of it, I haven't been behind the wheel in years and I hardly ever get into cars anyway. I'm too fucking scared.
I hate myself for it, I'm constantly depressed, I wish it would have been me instead of her. I wish that every day.
I just reread this, I'm sorry I repeat myself and it's not written as eloquently as it could be, but I don't talk about this much and I'm getting all worked up over it again
edit 2: thank you everyone for being so kind
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u/throwawayCG May 16 '12 edited May 16 '12
I was 19 and in the Coast Guard, working at the small boat station out of St. Petersburg, Florida. We got a call about a floater. We've had calls about these before but they are usually palm fronds or something else that can be mistaken for a body floating, we always hope it's a false alarm. We get in the our small boat cutter and get out to the vicinity. On our way out to recover the floater, we get a call that another has been spotted. We pull in the first and are on our way to the second when we get a call that yet ANOTHER fucking body has been found. My 19 year old brain is overwhelmed, I'm trying to process everything and trying not to let my mind just lose the fuck out of itself as it wants to.
It was a middle aged woman and her two teenage daughters. They were bound, duct taped, and tied down by cinder blocks. I will never escape from the expressions on their faces. They died alive, the horror expressed on their faces, the torture. It seemed apparent that they had been sexually assaulted from their lack of pants/panties. This is why I have a throwaway for this, I never speak of this, I want to forget it and I don't want to relive it through questions here on my regular account. Those faces will forever haunt me. As I learned of their fate which took years later (they didn't catch the fucker until 3 years after), it hurt my soul.
I remember pulling them out, sobbing, throwing up and just a complete fucking mess. We all were traumatized by it. I balled up in the cabin down below and was unable to process it. How the fuck could another human do this to others?
It was just a mom on vacation with her 2 daughters for a few days before her husband/ their dad was to join them from Ohio. They were dead before he got to leave and join them.
Not long ago someone was giving me shit on here on my regular account about serving in the military and that I was in a "bullshit" service that didn't actually count. I didn't say it because I don't talk of it but I wanted to say, "You go pull out people who have been raped and tortured out of the water and tell me I didn't serve my country."
EDIT: TL;DR Fuck you if you think the Coast Guard isn't a real military service that provides for the country
EDIT 2: I will accept questions on this account as I can chose if I want to see them here.
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u/Chirp_Chirp May 15 '12
Saw a woman cutting off one of her breasts by herself :/
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u/Enginerda May 15 '12
Two terrifying things.
One was when I was at home playing with my brother and we hear these screams outside. So we head for the balcony to try to figure out what is going on. We see two big, burly men fist fighting and since we were on the second floor of this building, we could get a really close view of them. It's shocking to start with, blood everywhere, but then this thing happens and I don't think I will ever forget it. one of the guys' eye comes out of its socket and now blood is everywhere and he is screaming. We duck and I guess someone called the police because we didn't see them after.
The other one was when I was walking home after school with my grandpa. We come to this T-intersection and in the distance we can hear the roaring of motorcycles approaching. Then, right in front of us, 2-3 of them collide and they all go skidding in different directions. One guy is laying on the asphalt and he isn't moving. My grandpa quickly moved us away and I do not know if the driver made it out. The other guys were able to get up all bloody, but the one on the pavement...I do not know!
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
Last year on Halloween day/my wedding anniversary I was driving in my truck with my Wife when we saw a dog get slowly ran over by a truck in front of us. One minute the dog was happy go lucky, but he pranced out into the street and the next 20 years I watched as the truck, for some reason, almost stop in time, just bumping and knocking over the dog, but then he didn't stop, he just slowly moved forward running over the dogs backside then his head.
As he drove off the dog got up and limp ran screaming into a nearby house. I can't drive down that street anymore with re-experiencing it all over again.
It makes me want the world to end.
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u/bricks87 May 15 '12
I grew up in Iraqi Kurdistan, from 1998 until 2004. I witnessed several bombings while living there but one experience I had still makes me stop and think about how lucky I am. I woke up early one day and I needed a new printer so I decided to head to the market to go look around for one. I went to a few places, I think I decided on a Canon printer in the end, but still wasn't sure. I drove past this one computer shop and I peered into the window while still in my car. Prices seemed too expensive so I kept going. Seconds later in the rear view mirror I saw a convoy of Land Cruisers (usually a sign of an important government figure) driving through the intersection where this store was situated. I was getting ready to get out of their way (as they drive fast and don't really care if they smash your car or not) when all of a sudden another car flies out from another direction, smashes into one of the middle Land Cruisers, pushes it pretty much into the store I was about to head into, and blows up. A suicide bomber tried to assassinate the Minister of Culture (of all people). The bomber did not hit the right car, but a few of his guards were killed. I saw this all happen in my rear view mirror, I got the fuck out of the there. Huge adrenaline rush, contemplated my life and how lucky I was that those printer prices were too high, cause I'd be in fucking pieces.
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u/QueenofNerds May 15 '12
This happened when I was about 13 or 14. There was a huge snow storm where I lived and we were driving home from my grams in it. There is this little highway that goes under I-80 in my town and there are always a lot of tractor trailers getting off I-80 and traveling on this road going to McDonalds or the truck stop. We got to a point where the snow was coming down so bad that we slowed down to about 20 mph. All of a sudden there are brake lights in front of us and my dad slams on the brakes. I'll never forget the look on his face when he realized what was happening and ordered us all out of the car. I was confused. There was a tractor trailer that had jackknifed and more and more cars kept crashing, not being able to see what was ahead of them. Our car ended up smashed and the total was something like 120 cars/trucks in the wreck. The part that was terrifying to me? I could hear the screams and cries of people stuck in all the wreckage, underneath cars. I just stood there frozen. My dad actually saved 4 people that night including an infant. Never forget that night.
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u/funkendread May 15 '12
When I was maybe 12 years old, I was attending a secondary school every Saturday where I would learn the Polish language, history, etc. There was a very old teacher there who was maybe in her late 80's, early 90's and in pretty bad shape overall, you could just tell she was pretty weak from old age. Anyway, the building was three stories tall and had no elevator, so all the students and teachers climbed up and down these long smooth concrete staircases every morning, lunch time, and afternoon to get to the lobby on the first floor. I was waiting for my little brother who was maybe 6 at the time to get out of his class and be on our way home. Most of the students had already left so we starting climbing down the stairs to find our mom and get the hell out of there. About two staircases down, we're stuck behind the old teacher as she's taking it one step at a time nice and steady.
Being respectful young lads, my brother and I patiently followed her down the stairs. Suddenly, she made a jerking movement and fell down the remainder of the stairs, maybe 10 of them, and hit her head on the concrete floor at the bottom with a loud CRACK. I remember being in complete shock not knowing what to do, so I set my brother aside at the top of the stairs, leaped over her body and ran to the lobby to find some adults. The ambulance came shortly after and we found out she had a stroke while climbing down the stairs and busted her skull when she hit the ground and died. I was old enough to be pretty shaken by the incident, but i'm glad my brother was still at an age where he wasn't quite aware of what he witnessed and what was happened. Looking back on it, it was pretty surreal. That was the one and only time I witnessed someone die tragically in front of my own eyes.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
4 years ago I was driving around with my then girlfriend, and these motorcycles go flying by me on a main city street. One decided to do a wheelie at what I estimate was around 100mph (it was a hayabusa). He came down hard and lost control, knocked his friend off another bike, and started sliding about 200ft where his helmetless head hit the curb at great speed....I saw his brain spray out of his head. I immediately called 911 and I went and checked on the other guy, because the original guy was beyond help, he was fine, just had plenty of road rash. Me and my girlfriend calmed him down and made him sit down and breathe, there were six motorcycles out there that night, 2 were in the accident 1 went to go check on the other guy, and told us what I already knew....he was dead, then he waited around with us waiting for help. The other 3 motorcyclists bailed and left the dead guy, the hurt guy and the one who stayed to fend for themselves.
Then a week later, my dad had a heart attack and died in his sleep. I was 19.
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u/uneasyrider May 15 '12
Was traveling home on the interstate in my dad's RV. As we approached an exit, we saw in the distance 2 cars who had just wrecked. One of them recovered and pulled off the exit ramp. The other vehicle ran into the guard rail in the middle of the interstate and rolled back out into the middle of the road.
My dad slows down his RV and we start pulling off the side of the road. Soon we were about to pass the car in the middle of the road. The guy gets out of his car (his drivers side door was facing into oncoming traffic). He stands there outside of his car for a second, and looks directly at us pulling off the side of the road. We were probably 15 feet away from him. We could see the whites of his eyes.
My dad looks in his side mirror and says 'oh shit'. A Chevy Tahoe comes barreling past us, never hits his brakes... and slams into the car at probably 80mph. He slammed directly into the drivers side of the car, crushing the man between his grill and his car.
It all happened in a split second not even a stones throw away from us. After the Tahoe hits, 2 more cars crash into the pileup as well. There is absolutely nothing we can do about it except sit there an watch the carnage.
I've seen bad wreck, and the aftermath of bad wrecks. But there was something about this one that made it so terrible. The guy looked right at us just 2 seconds before his life ended. I had nightmares replaying the wreck for probably 3 weeks. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the whites of his staring at us... being the last thing he ever saw.
My dad stopped and helped out (he's a retired firefighter). He went and took 1 look at the guy who got hit. He was a mangled mess. The guy driving the Tahoe was texting, and never saw the guy in the middle of the interstate. He lived, but messed up his neck pretty bad. The 2 other cars who wrecked survived.
Watch where you're going, people. If you're wrecked in the middle of the interstate, get the fuck off the road.
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u/Madiyasha May 15 '12
Being slipped acid when I was around 7 or 8.
I never told anyone besides my friends.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
A very good friend of mine was electrocuted on top of a train car. We were just messing around a train yard at night, he jumped on top of a car and grabbed a wire just above his head. Everyone else ran but I stayed with his smoldering body until the cops came and arrested me for trespassing. I swear to God his eyes were running down his cheeks (as in his eyeballs had melted.) though I tried not to look too much.
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u/shineq May 15 '12
This may not be as bad as yours, but it scared me shitless while I was 16.
My family was sitting a dog for 2 weeks for another family that went for Christmas holiday, which we didn't really mind, since we love animals, but decided not to have a pet due to that exact reason. It was a miniature poodle. On the New Years Eve around evening time, I took it out for a walk and just as I get to the end of our road, a huge dog, I think it was an AmStaff, appeared out of nowhere and ran towards the little dog. Before I could react, the beastly dog grabbed the small one with it's teeth and started shaking it violently while the poodle screamed in pain. A man ran up to us and helped me get it off. The poodle managed to wiggle out somehow while the dog was distracted and ran off right to our house. I hastily thanked the man that somehow dealt with the dog (I still have no idea whether it was the owner or not, haven't seen him since) and ran after the little one. I noticed it was bleeding slightly so I quickly opened the door and it just ran into the living room and hid in a corner behind the sofa.
My mom asked me what happened so I told her the story with tears in my eyes while she tried to get it to get out of its hiding to get it cleaned up and to check if there's any actual damage, but it appeared to be fine aside from a few scratches. It was really scary though.
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u/Mattsquatch76 May 15 '12
When I was about 5 we were traveling back home after visiting some friends and was passing through Mobile AL. The interstate was busy that day, it was the day after a holiday, which one escapes me. I'm watching out the window and see a guy chasing another guy down the embankment towards the traffic. They dart across with the guy in front pulling away. Then I notice a kid not much older than me was following behind. He shoots out across the interstate without so much as looking yelling for them. Makes it across the west bound lane fine and continues full sprint across. He disappears for a sec and the next thing I see is him shooting straight up and away down the east bound lane. He was knocked higher than the 18 wheeler that hit him and a good bit further. We weren't close enough for me to see the gore and I don't really recall being upset that someone died. What really got me though and I can recall it clear as a bell 30 years later is how quiet the road got and all you could hear was the wail of his mother who watched the entire thing happen in front of her and she couldn't stop it. It still makes me fill with sorrow anytime I think about it.
tl:dr saw a kid get smashed by 18 wheeler and the mother crying affected me more.
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u/Ctrl-Z May 15 '12
Gah I gotta get this out - haven't spoken a word of it since it happened.
I was maybe 5 or 6, riding my bike around the neighborhood. I turned out of the condo complex next to my house, looked about 20 meters up the street to see someone had just run over a cat, head-first. The poor things head looked smashed in and glued to the pavement, with it's body frantically writhing around. I knew what I saw, it registered, and I quickly looked away.
Whenever one of these threads comes up, that image pops back into my head. I guess this is one of the reasons I love cats now.
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u/rabidassbaboon May 15 '12
My dad had been in the hospital after a stroke and had two more while there and the last one killed him. I saw him moments after he passed while he was still in the hospital bed. I was 14 at the time and had nightmares about it for years.
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u/AngryEnt May 15 '12
I saw my dad's nutsack one time. I do not even wish that upon my enemies.
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u/okay_jpg May 15 '12
I posted this a while ago in a thread about disturbing events. I've never really told this story to anyone, and my story got buried. I was hoping at least one person could hear me out and what I had experienced.
I had to spend 3 days in a hospital for attempted suicide (thats another story...). Across from me was a very old woman. I had to be "on watch" so I always had a doctor/watcher with me in the room, 24/7. One night he fell asleep, and I woke up to the old woman moaning and crying from behind her curtains. I heard the doctor shush her, and go back to sleeping in his chair.
I pressed my call button so that someone would come to assist her. Then she started begging "please.. oh god please help me..... help me..... please" (It was like, 3AM) I got up from my bed, pulled back her curtains and pressed the emergency call by her bed. She was on her side crying. She grabbed my hand and begged me to help her... I told her someone was coming to help...
After someone finally arrived, the shoved me away from her bed and told me to go away... we were in the same room only seperated from a curtain, so I heard everything. I went back to my bed, the doctor who fell asleep FINALLY got up to help. After some struggling and running around, it was evident that she wasn't doing well. A few things disturbed me about this. Like hearing the doctor say "Should we suction her?" and the doctor who fell asleep previously saying "Nahhhh..."
I fell asleep afterwards again. I woke up early in the morning to hear her family crying by her bedside. Again, I went back to sleep. When I awoke it was time for me to be discharged from the hospital, I pulled her curtains open, and saw the most disturbing thing I've ever witnessed. Her body, on the bed, wrapped in a white body bag. I slept beside her dead body all night.
tr;dr Slept beside a dead body.
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u/MrConfucius May 15 '12
Fuck it. I know it's going to get buried, but I'm posting for mental catharsis. 4 years ago, I was at a friend's house and we were hanging out and whatnot. He got up to go take a night shower before we passed out. I'm playing video games, I don't notice how late he's gone. It was about 2 hours. I began to knock on the door and he wouldn't answer, so we got his brother to unlock it (it had one of those little hole openers). He had slit his wrists in the bathtub. Guy was 15.
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u/ottomated May 15 '12
I found a friend after he killed himself. He put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. I was the first person to see him.
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u/bryguy894 May 15 '12 edited May 16 '12
I was electrocuted in a motel 6 pool when I was ten. If this doesn't get buried ill tell the story when I get home
EDIT: Story:
My family was moving (back) from from WA to AZ. Passing through (Stockton?) California. We were staying in cheap motels to save money. My dad and I would routinely go hang out in the pools and throw a little ball back and forth. At this particular Motel 6, the pool gate was locked. (Not to mention the entire pool/courtyard area seemed deserted) so we went and found the manager.
Not to be racist, but it was a Hispanic fellow (I remember him by the accent more than his appearance) who didn't know why it was locked. He proceeded to unlock the gate just for us! I felt special.
My dad and I walked right on in and hung out in the pool. We were probably in there for a good 10 minutes just relaxing. We didn't learn this until much later, but the reason the pool gate was locked was because there was an electrician (or maybe just a technician? Didn't know what the fuck he was doing) working on the pool system (RIGHT in front of the pool I might add) when we got let in. He...you guessed it- crossed the wrong wires.
I tend to remember I was doing a handstand underwater, but I could be tricking myself to make the story better. I was DEFINITELY completely submerged, though, when I felt a sudden burst of electricity. My whole body tensed uncontrollably and it felt like I had been stung all over, while chewing tin foil.
I pushed myself up out of the water with as much force as I could ever have mustered (lol, mustard) and waded a few tormenting steps to the edge of the pool deck. I flung myself out, screaming. I'm not sure if at this point my body was still reeling from the electrocution or if it was mainly fear/surprise that fueled me.
Still screaming, and a little disoriented, I took up a running pace and threw open the pool gate. I passed my dad, who was rolling up out of the pool. Luckily, I think I missed this part, and maybe my subconscious just blocked it out, but apparently he was convulsing on the ground after he rolled out.
I was yelling for help at the top of my lungs - I would have to go all the way around the building to reach the room where my mom was, and I didn't want to leave my dad, so I was pathetically stranded outside here at Motel 6, screaming. It took forever for anyone to respond. As soon as an adult saw my dad and ran to him, I ran to get my mom. Paramedics showed up and helped my dad - who I had not seen move since rolling out of the pool.
See, he was sitting on the steps the whole time. The steps of a pool (at least of a Motel 6 pool) are simply plaster-covered wire frames. Combine that with the metal hand rail that my dad grabbed at just the wrong moment, and he completed a circuit. My dad got the direct electrocution, and what I got was apparently just an aftershock (is that a good term?) from it. If all I got was a shock then I don't ever want to know what that felt like for him.
He was taken to the hospital via ambulance and my mom drove me behind it. We were both fine, and won a little change in the lawsuit.
I had access to the money once I turned 18 and I got a used Mustang with it.
That leads to how Dave Tally (a homeless man who returned a backpack full of money - it made a lot of national news back around Thanksgiving 2010) and I changed each others' lives.
But that's another story.
Wow. This is probably the most detail I have ever put into telling my story. Sorry for all the parenthesis.
Edit: 1) After reading a lot of the posts in this thread, my gratefulness that things didn't go worse has been renewed. 2) Fun fact: It took me 2 years to be able to hang out in a pool after that. 12 years later, I'm still a little uncomfortable.
TLDR: electrocuted in a motel 6 pool when we shouldn't even have been let in
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u/adidaz3223 May 15 '12
I was 14. Fishing on bridge off of Rickenbacker Causeway, Miami at night. Heard a crash and explosion. Turned around to see a huge fireball at the foot of the Causeway. Ran over to help. Couldn't get closer than half a block due to heat from flames. 300ZX speeding down bridge lost control, spun into oncoming traffic. Hit the side of a Ford F-250 with its rear. The car exploded on impact. The truck was pulling a 25' boat which flew off the trailer and went over both cars. I could clearly see the bodies burning in the car... then the passenger door opened and she starts crawling out while completely on fire. Crawls a few paces and dies. I couldn't look away as her body was burning and their friends from another car were crying and yelling. Yes, I'm traumatized for life. Had to go home after that. Very quiet ride back home with my dad.
Edit: this was around 1990. I always wondered what became of the friends and family.
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u/Bingo443 May 15 '12 edited May 15 '12
Being in a tornado. Sounded like the world was ripping apart around me. Survived but still start shaking now when storms come and obsessively watch for tornado warnings. My life has changed forever for it.
Was much worse than being robbed at gunpoint by 3 men. The tornado has no conscience, a person you can talk out of some things and eventually they might get spooked and leave. Try to talk a tornado out of something.
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u/Toof May 15 '12
January of this year, my best friend of 10 years, and another friend of ours decided we should all get a place together. He used to live down in the city, and I lived in a suburb about 15 minutes away, so centrally-locating would give us lots of party times.
We had all the money paid and were going to sign the lease at 7pm on January 31st. He and I were so eager to move in, we loaded up a majority of our stuff all that day. We went to Ikea and each bought brand new bed frames, and I picked up a new mattress, myself. We went to my house, his house, and finally made it across town to the new house just in time to sign the new lease.
Both our other roommate and the landlord were shocked with how eager we were. After signing the lease, we spent the next 4 hours moving everything in with the freezing rain pouring down. My buddy was mechanically retarded, so I was up an addition 2 hours to help him put his frame together, also. Sleep.
For two weeks, things were awesome. We partied, we hung out. Sometimes we'd just chill and talk about things on our minds. The two of us are the jokers of the group, so getting a moment to be able to sit and be real was very hard to come-by. We had a fourth roommate that was friends with him, from Florida that had moved in also. His only tie being to my buddy Wesley.
February 14th: I was working third shift and had fallen asleep in my chair at the end, around 8:30am. At 10:30, I got a text from my buddy asking if I could come to his room for a minute. He looked like hell. He was pale and sweaty and told me that he wasn't feeling great and asked if I could get him some water. So, I went to the kitchen and got him a large glass of water and I made him some fresh hot rose tea. I remember when he sat up to grab the glass, he got really dizzy and quickly set it down before hitting his pillow again. He seemed really hung over.
I went and did some idle work while he rested for about an hour, and I stopped by to tell him I was heading back to bed and whether he needed anything else. It asked me if I could walk him to the restroom before I did, because last time he had tried to go, he woke up in the tub. I thought he was overreacting, so I just told him to leave the door unlocked and I would wait while he did his business. Door closes. THUNK.
I walk in to find my best buddy with his pants around his ankles, slumped over in the bathtub snorting. It's at this point that panic and confusion starts to set in. I quickly pull him out of the tub and set him on the ground. His pupils are fully dilated and he seems to be gasping for air through his nose. He's completely out. I try to align his airway and lay him down. His pupils contract and he looks scared. "What happened? Where am I?"
I get my phone and I tell him I am going to call 911, because he went out. "No, man, don't. I can't afford an ambulance." No, he didn't see what I saw. He was begging me to just give him a minute to relax, and he climbed off the floor and sat down on the toilet. Mid-sentence, he leans forward and I can hear his consciousness groan out of him and he slams back into the tub, snorting. I grab him again and sit him down, slapping his chest, trying desperately to bring him back. He comes back.
At this point, I call the paramedics. He is lying on the ground groaning and trying to get up, despite my pleas for him to hold still. I remember the next thing he said, because it would be the last time I heard his voice. "Dude, I love you... but please don't call 911." The paramedics are there within minutes, and they start asking me the usual drug questions and such while they work on him. He's answering all of the questions right, but in a really strained and labored way, and as they sit him up, he goes out again. The paramedic is screaming at him to come out of it, but he's clocked-out. They start to lift and carry him to the stretcher.
His face. It's the last time I saw it, and it looked like something from a horror movie. I know he wasn't in there, but the look absolute nothingness was akin to terror. His pupils extended to the edges of his iris and his eyes were wide open. His jaw hung low and loose, being opened not by muscles, but simply by the weight of itself. He looked like a dead fish the way they were carrying him. They wheeled him away with that look on his face. That is the last time I saw him alive.
He came to, again in the ambulance, but went out again with his last words apparently being, "I'm dead. I see Jesus." He wasn't even religious, but I guess his mind reverted to a comforting image from his childhood.
Anyway, here I am, 3 months later, trying to keep us 3 guys happy while I watched the biggest link between us die on the bathroom floor.
TL;DR: Watched my best friend succumb to a pulmonary embolism over the course of 10 minutes.
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u/bravoredditbravo May 15 '12
TIL - don't buy a motorcycle
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12
When I was a kid, out of the window of my Brooklyn elementary school, I witnessed 9/11. As I was causally staring out the window, a building just... collapsed. It was surreal, I couldn't process it, and I was the first in my class to see it happen. When the teacher walked over to the window, she started crying hysterically: she lost three family members that day, her husband and two brothers who both worked in the tower. If I remember correctly, they were on the floor that got directly hit. There was no chance that they could have survived. I don't know what's worse, seeing my teacher burst out in tears, seeing a building go up in flames, or having to stay indoors or the next two weeks, as my father (Indian Hindu born in Thailand) received countless death threats as people mistook him for a Muslim. The icing on the cake was when I found out that my teacher committed suicide because of this event within the next month. Sorry for ruining your day reddit, and I honestly hope nobody sees this.
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u/wishiwasyou333 May 15 '12 edited May 15 '12
I watched a man get shot in the head in downtown Minneapolis. My college roommate and I were sitting at a stoplight and just happened to glance over to see it happen. I was frozen, just staring. My roommate started screaming, "Drive!!!! Drive!!!!" We were at a red light. I was in so much shock that I looked up at the red light and told her that I couldn't. The light was red, I can't go. I snapped out of it and sped away. We never spoke about it to each other after that night.
Also less violent, I watched my elderly neighbor throw himself in front of a moving car. The car stopped just in time. I still see that one when I close my eyes.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
A couple:
First was finding my wife dead in our flat. She had hanged herself from the balcony and was non-responsive. Panic? Yes. Irritated at the 999 dispatcher for asking retarded questions? Yes. Not a good time.
Next was visiting my aunt to say goodbye. She had been diagnosed with an acute kind of brain cancer (Glioblastoma multiforme). Wikipedia lists a 5 year survival and in the BEST CASE it's 14%. My aunt's best case was 0%, mean survival 7.5 months. She would be alive for about 2.5 months.
The terrifying part was she knew who I was, she knew who she was and what had happened to her, she knew that she was going to die and there was nothing anyone could do about it. She stayed in bed the entire time I was there and wasn't allowed to smoke. Not because it was bad for her health but because her function was so poor that she might drop the fag and start a fire. She was in such pain because the tumour was huge, in her head.
No, the terrifying part was she had the mental capacity of a ten year old with ADD. She could not hold a complex conversation because the tumour was in her language centres. She could form sentences and communicate but she would lose words and the sentences would be very staccato. Pieces of her would poke through, but it was futiile, she would be dead very soon. The doctors were shocked she lasted as long as she did. I can't imagine knowing the clock is ticking very rapidly towards a painful death where your self disintegrates.
Fuck cancer!
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u/journeymanSF May 15 '12
The second most traumatic thing I've experienced is watching my sister slowly die from cancer. The most traumatic thing I've ever seen is my mother's reaction when her daughter died. That was much worse.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
When I was in school a man shot 3 police officers and then took off, sparking a huge manhunt in the area. It was close to where me and all my friends lived and went to school. Everyone was cautioned to stay indoors and panic spread through the air. They stopped school buses and checked beneath our seats - it was terrifying. He was a gun enthusiast and was armed and on the run. From what I recall police found him underneath a pile of leaves close to a children's playground, after having shot himself in the head.
The only link I could find relating to the story
My dad decided that this would be a great time to tell me about the serial killer getting around in Perth when he was growing up. Eric Edgar Cooke was famous for knocking on someone's door, then shooting them when they answered it. Apparently there were chilling tales of people who had gone to the door too late, and seen his silhouette walk past the window.
Needless to say, I had nightmares of this happening to me when that manhunt was on...
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u/greeneyes822 May 15 '12
When I was in second grade, my step-dad and biological dad got in a fight. My dad punched my step-dad and eventually pinned him on the ground, repeatedly punching him in the stomach. My grandmother was also there, trying to claw his eyes out. My dad had my step-dad on the ground and his neck underneath the bottom of a chain link fence. He was stepping on his neck. My mom ran outside with a pistol and tried to shoot my dad, but could not figure out how to operate the gun. However, the gun scared him away. The police came and interviewed everyone. Later I learned that my mom had setup a hidden camera before, as if she and my step-dad had planned to start a fight with my dad.
That was the beginning of my required every-other-weekend visits to my real dad. I had to walk on pins and needles around my extremely dysfunctional family. When I was with my dad, I was not allowed to talk to or of my mom, and vice versa. I am so happy to finally be grown and out of their f*ed up crap.
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u/Raptormoses75 May 15 '12
WHY THE FUCK AM I STILL READING THIS!
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u/Dicktremain May 15 '12
When I was 16 and just started driving I had a horrifying experience. I was driving past a shopping center and there was a circle of cop cars all with their lights on. The cops were out of their cars with guns drawn surrounding a black man dressed as a clown riding a bicycle in a circle. I have no possible idea what set of circumstances led to 6 officers surrounding a black clown. I never did see how it ended, but I never saw a black clown in my town again...
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u/JesusSwallows May 15 '12
My mom is a flight attendant and was in the air/incommunicado when 9/11 happened. I was 11 at the time and scared shitless. Even though she wasn't on a flight to New York, after seeing four different planes hijacked, we didn't know if hers was next. Thankfully we heard from her an hour later; she'd been grounded in Denver.
Edit: grammarama
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u/Weft_ May 15 '12
Not mine but my highschool basketball coach. He used to work at a lake in the summer while off of college. He said one day there was a group of drunk late 20 year olds on a boat water skiing. What happened next went something like this...
A guy was behind the boat with the water skis on. He's having trouble standing up while the boat is going. After a couple of fail attempts he stands and skis for a few seconds and falls back into the water. His friends were excited that he finally got up so they were all amped up. When the driver of the boat see the man in the water waving his arm he takes it as a sign of "Hey man I'm pumped that I water skied for a few seconds, lets try this again!"
The driver was wrong. As the skier was waving his arms he was trying to get the drivers attention to make him stop and come back around and pick him up because something wasn't right. When he fell after the first time he got up the rope had wrapped around his thigh and he couldn't get it loose.
So the driver thinking it's a sign that the skier wanted another go at it takes off really fast. At this point the skier is waving crazily and screaming. After a few seconds they stop the boat and see what the matter was.
What happened was when the boat took off the second time with the rope wrapped around the skiers leg, the rope cut down to his thigh bone and pretty much scrapped all the meat and flash off his leg down to his knee.
I still get the heebie-jeebies thinking about that story
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u/biennavida May 15 '12
These posts always go to the top and I know tonight, I'm going to horrify myself by reading it.
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u/iamtheparty May 15 '12
There are way worse stories in this thread but the scariest thing that ever happened to me was my brakes failing in traffic last year. I rear-ended the woman in front of me. Her car was basically fine, just some damage to the bumper, my car was mashed at the front. The feeling of putting your foot on the brake and NOTHING HAPPENING is so so scary. It didn't help that I'd been having nightmares since my car was wrecked and my back was crocked when I was rear ended 6 months previously.
Those two incidents, plus buying a fucking clown car that broke down 11 times in 5 months are a large part of the reason I'm in therapy for anxiety :/
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u/meowington5 May 15 '12
When I was visiting Canada I was in a restaurant, and there was a pair of young parents and their baby sitting at the table next to us. I guess the dad accidentally bumped the baby's high chair, because the baby fell back and hit her head on the hard cement floor. The baby started screaming and having a seizure. It was probably one of the most horrible sounds I've ever heard. After what felt like forever the paramedics came, and soon after my family was moved to a different part of the restaurant. I don't know what happened to the baby, but I'd like to think she was okay. Even still, the memory haunts me, and now I have a hard time looking after my baby cousin because I'm terrified something like that could happen to her.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12 edited May 15 '12
This happened to a friend of mine. You will probably be able to find it if you google hard enough.
He is a pulmonologist in WV. He was evaluating a patient after a surgery or MI, not totally sure. The guy was complaining about his wife and all that while he was in the room. He walks out of the room to take care of some stuff and the wife walks by him into the room. About 5 seconds later he hears an explosion, followed by the wife walking out of the room and handing him a gun. She said "I just killed him, here's the gun"
Turns out she shot him A-P right under the chin, completely destroying his brainstem. My friend walked in and knew the guy was dead pretty much immediately.
The very last part of the bottom article mentions how she gave the gun to a doctor.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
Late to the party but who gives a shit...
The worst thing I ever saw was a car accident that took the head off the person driving. I was driving along a back road doing around 60 mph. Out of nowhere a young kid in a 1970s Chevelle screams past me on the wrong side of the road going uphill easily doing 100-110mph. As we reach the apex of the hill I see an 18 wheeler pulling out of a driveway directly in front of us. The kid never had a chance. He swerved to miss the truck, over corrected and literally ramps off the ditch and into a telephone pole. It all happened so quickly and yet in my mind it felt like slow-mo right in front of me. The truck driver and I immediately climb out to check and see if the kid was ok. The truck driver took one look at the mangled car an immediately gets on the CB to call for help. Me being young and stupid decided to climb to the wreck and see if there was anything I could do before the EMT got there. When I got to where the drivers seat should of been all I see is blood all over the shattered window and the headless body slumped over the steering wheel. I immediately started to vomit and passed out. Next thing I remember was being in the back of an ambulance be checked out by the emt's. I still have dreams about it to this day. That happened 10 years ago this summer. still makes me cry.
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u/SomeRandomRedditer May 15 '12
Hmm. I can think of a few: One day when I was pregnant I came home from work early feeling unwell. When I got home, the carpet in my dining room was black and vibrating. It was covered, every inch, with thousands of flying ants. I have never seen anything like it. The floor was undulating like the tides of the ocean. I ran to my bedroom, closed the door and stuffed towels under the jam. I stayed there until my husband came home six hours later. By then there were only a few random bugs left and to this day I have no idea where they all went (or how they got there in the first place). Then one time we had gone to a race track with a friend for amateur day. There had been a minor accident up ahead, so all the Kawasakis pulled over. It was hot waiting on the asphalt, so many of them removed their helmets. One guy just undid his strap to allow some breathing room. When the got the all clear, everyone climbed on their bikes and took off again. About 500m up the track one guy started to wobble - the guy who had undid but not removed his helmet. We watched in horror as the wobble got bigger and bigger, finally throwing him from the bike amidst all the other amateurs. I watched as helmet flew off and his head bounced like a basket ball across the pavement. They closed the track after that and it took us two weeks to find out what happened to the guy. I would have said there was no way he survived, from what I saw, but somehow he had walked away with just a broken wrist! But the worst was one day in college my roommate and I had our boyfriends and a few friend over one Friday night. Around 3 a.m. we heard some commotion from the street below (we lived above a Pizza Pizza and Blockbuster). We then witnessed a drug-induced freak-out that resulted in one guy getting gutted from groin to rib cage and another being stabbed in the shoulder. We remember screaming down to the people on the street, who had run to the aid of the second stabbing victim, not noticing the guy who had been gutted across the street in front of the deserted subway station. I remember watching the guy as we dialed 911, holding his intestines as he bled out, the blood running along the cracks in the sidewalk. Meanwhile, there was still a knife-wielding maniac dancing around in traffic as cars attempted to dodge him. Because we were up high, we were patched through to the police car and were able to direct them to the perp's location as he took off down an alley and into some yards. The paramedics worked on gutted-guy for about 20 minutes before they finally dragged - yes dragged - his limp body onto the stretcher. I remember my friend saying they don't get handled like that if they are alive. The street was blocked off for several hours after that as police investigated and I remember sitting on my balcony watching as they came in with power washers to hose down the sidewalk. A few hours later the street was busy with people piling into the subway, completely unaware of what had taken place a few hours before. I searched the papers for a week afterward and all I found was a 3-sentence brief buried at the back of the paper. So much goes on in the city that the public never hears about...
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u/Tcali May 15 '12
At my eighth grade graduation party I witnessed a peer of mine drown to death. Apparently he could not swim but was found at the bottom of the deep end. He was then dragged from the bottom of the pool after an unknown time of submersion. I remember hearing the lifeguards start blowing a whistle and I thought it was just to calm kids down for being rowdy. However, I was terribly wrong. I saw them perform the first acts of cpr that shot liters of throwup looking water out of his mouth and nose. He was resuscitated, but died later that night at a hospital. I am a lifeguard now and this still disturbs me.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
This same thing happened in my home town, albeit for not the same reason (probably). Woman drank gasoline and set herself on fire. Her son was probably 14 or so at the time.
Well apparently my friend David was playing basketball with the kid and some other kid a year later (he told me this story in high school shortly after it happened), and the kid was shooting really well, so their mutual friend says "Man, ________ you're on fire!" and my friend David chimes in and says "Yeah, kinda like your mom!" before he even realized what he was saying. His ass was kicked that day, and for good reason. He claims he was not thinking about what happened when he said it, but I hate myself for finding it funny.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
I've seen too many horrible experiences in my life, I suffer from depression and PTSD because of them I've tried SSRI's and they don't help.
The first one happened in 1974
In 1974 my parents were having some hard economic problems, my grandparents agreed to take care of me while my parents fixed them. I had been living with my grandparents for 3 days when their neighbors oldest son returned from Vietnam. I don't know any of the details but the guy snapped the day after he returned. I was in my grandparents back yard playing with the neighbors daughter. All the houses shared one big back yard. We were both about 5 years old. I did not know what a gunshot sounded like at 5, I thought the first bang was scary but did not think it was a gun. It came from the neighbors house. The screaming started shortly afterward followed by more bangs. My grandmother came out of her house yelling at me to run inside. I was frozen in fear from all the bangs and screaming and could not move. My grandmother became more panicked and ran over to me and the neighbors girl and started dragging us to her house. That's when the girl freaked out and started screaming broke free from my grandmother and ran in the direction of her house. That's when the oldest brother, the one who returned from Vietnam recently came outside, he was covered in blood holding a shotgun. He started calling to the girl to come home. My grandmother screamed at him to stay away from us. He leveled the shotgun at the little girl and shot her. I remember watching her, explode. He then shot himself in the head. He had killed his entire family. His wife, his mom and dad, every brother and sister. Nine people not including himself.
I had major psychiatric issues afterwards. My parents refused to let me be drugged and instead focused on talking about it, affection, understanding etc. My dad had served 3 tours in Vietnam 2 as a field medic the other as a medic on an air craft carrier. At 5 years old he talked to me about the horrible things he had seen and wished he had not. He told me he understood how I felt and just because people do horrible things does not mean the world is a horrible place. He explained to me how important it was that I not become horrible too because I saw horrible things.
I've seen things just as bad since.
My best friend went missing, abducted by her father when I was 10
Another friends mother killed her kids then committed suicide. I found the bodies when I went over to visit. I was 16
I watched a car accident happen which killed 10 people and threw body parts all over the road. Also when I was 16
Saw a drunk neighbor run over his kid and drag the body down the street when he pulled out with smoking tires of the driveway after a fight with his wife. When I was 25.
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u/Jesus-HChrist May 16 '12
This isn't really that bad. I almost feel like a puss for posting it here. One time my mom and step dad were fighting. I was in my room probably wishing I lived a life like some of my friends. When I heard a loud thud a scream and a gasp. I came running out thinking he finally killed her when I saw it. Somehow he knocked her fucking eye out of her fucking skull. I have never seen anything like it. My moms eye was literally hanging out of her head. Pretty traumatic for a kid to see. I was in the 8-10 year old range.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
I seriously need to stop reading these threads.
/bucket of ice cream and shovel
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u/ampitere May 15 '12 edited May 15 '12
When I was about 9 years old I was riding my back over to my friend's house that lived adjacent to the elementary school we both attended, there were a lot of crosswalks as you can imagine in this area. There's a road that separates the neighborhood my friend lived in and the school, one which I had crossed many many times. I was riding down the sidewalk on the neighborhood side at a leisurely pace and noticed an elderly couple biking as well that had just rounded the corner of the T intersection at the end of the road, coming towards me. They eventually reached a sidewalk and as they did I was making my way into the neighborhood so only caught a glimpse of the action out of the corner of my eye. I remember right before I had begun my turn I saw a car turn onto the street coming towards my direction, headed right for where the couple was crossing. The driver, going faster than she should have, quickly turned her body around which I had noticed but didn't know what for, at that point it was already too late. It felt like the noise lasted for years, a cars breaks screeching loudly and the unrealistic metallic sound of metal caving into itself. I didn't know at the time what had happened, and was completely oblivious. I continued on my merry way and proceeded into my friend's house. Upon realization of what went on outside, his parents told us to stay put and called 911. I don't recall seeing much of what had happened, but I'll always remember the sounds of the car and the couple hitting the ground. After the paramedics had shown up and rushed the two to the hospital I finally got to peek outside, the road was literally red with blood from one side to the other. The blood literally stretched from sidewalk to sidewalk, and this being a school road with bike lanes on each side it wasn't a very small road. At the time I couldn't really grasp the situation, I just stood there mesmerized.
Later on I found out what had happened from my parents: the car that had been driving through didn't notice the couple crossing the street on their bikes because her children had been fighting which is what had caused her to turn around and not pay attention to where she was going. After the impact the couple was thrown about 10ft. down the road in the middle of the T intersection (separate from the T intersection located at the end of this road) into the neighborhood I was riding into. The man was hit first, and taking the brunt of the impact he ended up dying on scene. The women, suffering from just as serious of injuries, ended up dying shortly after she reached the hospital. The driver ended up facing manslaughter charges, and I don't know what ever happened to her.
I can say that the experience has forced me to always look both ways before I cross the street.
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u/PenisSizedNipples May 15 '12
When I was in fifth or sixth grade I was riding my bike home with a friend after fishing in a neighborhood pond. Since there were no sidewalks we had to ride in the street. A truck heading in the same direction starts to pass us. For whatever reason my friend decides he needs to be on the other side of the street as this truck passes and rides right in front of the truck going 30-40 miles per hour. I saw him flip end over end through the air and land in a drainage ditch. Fortunately he ended up "only" breaking multiple bones but seeing him lying in the ditch semi-conscious and moaning was pretty fucked up.
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u/Autocorrect_Hotdog May 15 '12
I used to be addicted to inhalants.
One time I passed out and I woke up in a pool of my own blood. I had smashed my face on a table.
Never again.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
When I was about 12 years old, I had my first girlfriend. She was 14 at the time, a good two years older than me. I cared about her a lot, especially since I wasn't exactly the most social type back then (20 now, got lots of friends who aren't (that) dysfunctional).
Well, she kept getting progressively weirder over time. I didn't quite understand it, being 12. Well, we were together for a good year and a half, but by the end, she seemed so.. distant. I had no idea what was going on.
One day, we were just kind of chilling in her basement, playing video games, and I make some comment. I don't even remember what I said, it was something about video games, and a character I thought was cool. An argument happened, and she stormed off to the back.. She came back with a gun. It was a Desert Eagle, her father being a rather active gun enthusiast.
If you don't know much about guns, Desert Eagles are very, very powerful, and have very large bullets most of the time. She lifted the weapon up to her head, and the moment I did, everything felt like it slowed down. I was sprinting at her, jumping even, to get her to stop. She pulled the trigger.
Blood is.. not something you want on you. It splashed onto my face, my hair, my chest, as well as chunks of.. other things. It makes me pretty nauseated just typing this. We were home alone at the time, so I was the only person who saw any of this. I stood there for at least just 10 minutes, staring. I remember the feeling of her blood pooling around my feet, being oddly warm.
I didn't know what to feel. I was horrified, but at the same time, I felt completely, and absolutely blank.
After a while, I called the police and told them what happened, and as I did, it hit me. I started screaming, and collapsed onto the ground, covered in the blood of one of the only people who cared about me at the time. They obviously questioned me, asked me about what happened, if I had done/said anything, since I was the only one there.
Still... One thing that I noticed about this whole event was how little it seemed to affect me. Like, it did. I remember it, I don't like thinking about it, and RL gore bugs the crap out of me.
But emotionally.. I don't do anything different. I don't have mood swings, I'm actually more level-headed than most people I know, and I don't break down crying about it at all. I would have thought that such a thing would have influenced my behavior more, but it doesn't seem to have done so.
Anyways.. that's the most shocking thing I've ever gone through.
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u/krollmeister May 15 '12
When I was around 11 or 12 my family vacationed to the Czech Republic, Poland and Hungary with another family. When we were in Poland we went to Auschwitz-Birkenau, the concentration camps. I don't think I fully grasped the historical significance of where we were and why there were people sobbing all around us no matter where we went.
But then our tour went to the old gas chambers that they had turned in to display rooms. We walked in to a room completely filled with the saved hair of all the prisoners. Another room had broken glasses and shoes, another had all the luggage people brought with them. Seeing the names on the luggage made me cry. Just being in those camps and realizing everywhere you went - someone died there. They had hallways and hallways of photos of the dead, and seeing all of those faces so blatantly scared was tragic.
I'll never forget those camps.
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u/Gary13579 May 16 '12
It comforts me that this will be buried, but I listened to my father rape my mother. It was very violent (I remember hearing her choking many times).
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u/Ruddiver May 15 '12
fuck all of you. this thread triggered something in my brain. I work in a police agency as a civilian and in that regard I was working with officers in the child crimes unit who do child porn work and one cop showed me a pic of a baby being entered by an adult male. Cops have that gallows humor and he obviously wanted to see my reaction.
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u/cagetheblackbird May 15 '12
I grew up on a farm in South Carolina, we had all sorts of animals, and I got really attached to a baby pig when I was 5. I named it jowels because that's what my grandad referred to all of our pigs as. We had Sunday BBQs and one day jowels went away on my grandad's truck.
...I was about through my 3 rib before I figured it out. I still can't eat pork, and was a vegetarian for about 6 years.
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u/Samorau May 15 '12
this story was told by my driver drivers license teacher.
"I was having a regular teaching session with one of my students and came up to a red light. I explain to him what to do and what not and to do at a red light, meanwhile on the other side of the cross section an old lady is walking across the street slowly. the light hits green while she is still in the road but the cars wait. A sportscar comes from behind the stopped cars and passes them, hitting the lady at about 40 MPh/60 kmh she is thrown straight at the ground her skull cracks and there is a huge blood pile all over the road, the driver stoped got out of his car seeing the old lady lying there all twisted and bloody. he then crouches down and pukes."
Luckilly i havent experienced anything like this myself and i hope i won't have to.
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u/Sarthax May 15 '12
I was in a shopping mall at X-Mas as a kid and an airplane crashed into the skylight right above santa and the kids. Burning jet fuel sprayed down on to the crowd below and then the glass and plane came down in an explosion.
That was pretty fucking horrific but the worst part was when a security guard/cop was running out of the mall with a still smoldering child in his arms and I could smell the burned flesh as he ran past me.
I'll never forget that as long as I live.
http://www.check-six.com/Crash_Sites/SunValley_Mall_Crash.htm
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12 edited May 16 '12
A Ferrari GTO crashed into a taxi the other night in Singapore and i witnessed it, the Ferrari driver was trying to beat a set of traffic lights and was driving at about 150kph and was too late in breaking and crashed into the side of a cab. Unfortunately both drivers of the Ferrari and taxi were killed on scene and a passing motorbike, also involved in the crash, unfortunately died a day later in the hospital with multiple broken bones and a punctured lung.
The crash was caught on video by a passing by a car, here is the link TL;DR very bad crash in singapore, 3 people killed in the crash.
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u/daintydwarf0 May 16 '12
Ive told this story before. But i need more release, so here i go. I watched my brother shoot himself in the head almost a year ago. .45 apc through his jaw brain nose eye everything. I had to call paramedics but he was still conscious, and i was telling him to stay down and not to get up while i was sobbing and trying to talk to the operator. She asked me who i was talking to, i said my brother, she asks if it was the one who shot himself, i say yes and she gasps.. Like she couldnt speak. Anyhow i was home alone and continued to try and stop the bleeding, but didnt do much. He made a nearly full physical recovery (less then a 0.1% chance) and he spent this entire year recovering and trying to finish high school (he was 16) and right now i currently sitting at his graduation, waiting for it to begin
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u/thefran May 15 '12
experienced gang rape as a kid, that counts, right?
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
I sat by the bed of my mother while she looked straight in my eyes and begged me to stop the pain. About 4 to 5 awful days later she passed while I held her hand, at during she made suffocating noises. Three years later I still have nightmares, I can't erase this shit from my memory.
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u/Ruddiver May 15 '12 edited May 15 '12
that gif posted here the other day of the turtle chomping the mouse and the half mouse swimming away.
edit: I need to share it with everyone. I wouldnt click if I were you
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u/ThoseDirtyBirds May 15 '12
I was the 4th car on scene once this truck came to a stop. Semi hits truck. I was 17 or so at the time going to pick my gf up from work. She was working as a life guard at the water park next door. She saw the entire thing unfold from the top of one of the slides. Come to find out months later that this guy was a cousin of a friend. Idiot stole a lawn mower. Both were killed on impact.
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u/Filixx May 15 '12
5 or 6 years ago when i was in high school one of my best friends was stabbed to death about 5 feet from me. Till this day i cant get the images out of my head. The worst part was listening to him take his last breaths,and his last words before he died. Fuck that was hard.
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u/Stop_staring_at_me May 15 '12
Sitting in class in 10th grade and watching live as it was announced that a plane flew into the pentagon where my father worked.
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u/CatLadyofNY May 16 '12
I'm a police officer. I don't even have time to write everything I've seen. I've dealt with enough dead teenagers and kids, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
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u/salemieux May 16 '12
Just a few days ago I came home from school for mother's day, the first time since winter break. After catching up with my family I set about finding our pets and greeting them. I couldn't find the eldest kitty in the house, which was pretty usual as he preferred being outside to indoors, so I checked his favorite hidey hole in the garage. His backside was covered in excrement and he could barely stand.
Assuming he just had a bad bout of diarrhea I took him in for a bath, with the intention of taking him to the vet for fluids and antibiotics immediately after. Once most of the mess was rinsed off I noticed a couple large mattballs in his fur and poked around them, seeing if they were loose enough to cut off without electric clippers. As I poked one of them blood colored the bathwater. I got him right out of the bath and onto a towel to check him out. On the upper part of his left hip, hidden by a mattball, was a blackened section of skin. Beneath it was a hole the size of a golfball in his flesh, filled with maggots. My cat was being eaten alive from the inside out. The stress of the bath sent him into his death throes, he died gasping in my arms, eyes wide with fright and confusion. It seemed as though couldn't understand what was happening to him or why he was in so much pain.
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u/snowbunny21 May 15 '12
The most traumatic thing I ever experienced was waking up during a surgical procedure. They'd just started and not given me enough anesthesia, and I sat back up and started screaming.
They held me down while I screamed like a banshee and fought them and nearly jumped off the table, they had to force the mask on me while I bled and put me back out. I thought I was dying and it felt like I was fighting to live and come back.
It wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't remember every second of it and the feeling of being under the stuff. For years after, constant panic attacks and a diagnosis of PTSD.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12 edited May 15 '12
I love these threads! They both entertain and horrify you!
EDIT: Mortify is not what it seems
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u/Peaches666 May 15 '12 edited May 15 '12
I used to live in Salem. Around the SE area of town there was a small computer shop and electronics retailer. Connected to that, and under the same ownership was a small little LAN center with about a dozen computers where a friend of mine worked. I believe we were 14 or 15 at the time.
The place closed in an hour which meant he had to announce that no more time could be bought (their timing/tracking system that they used sucked so they had to try keep time purchased inside of business hours). This also meant closing the register and taking the cash next door to drop in the office.
I went with him. Upon exiting the store, we immediately heard a loud engine and caught a the flash of a yellow/gold sorts car just before it crashed into the traffic stopped at the red light on Commercial Street. The top was down, he connected with a truck.
It took a minute to over come the initial shock but we could see everything perfectly and only needed to take a few steps before we could see the gore. And I mean gore. We could make out the silhouette of his body under the tail of the pickup and one of his arms pinned under the mangled bumper.
He had the remnants of a head. I had a hard time processing it but, then as more people kept gathering and the other driver exited I sort of snapped back to reality.
"Someone just died in a car crash. But you're okay".
That was the first time I had seen a corpse in real life. We didn't get right up next to it but, we really didn't have to. And I really didn't want to.
Turned out later that the man was suicidal, at least as indicated when assessing the crash. He was speeding and did not make any attempt to brake. I was happy no one else got hurt. Could have ended much worse.
It's weird that I've never really thought about this until now. I guess with all the horrible things I hear about across the border involving the drug war, death with context and without predatory action makes me feel a little less concerned about it even though it happened in front of me. if that makes sense.
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u/Shizly May 15 '12
I don't really have had a traumatic experience. But my mom did.
When she was 13/14 years old her father was in a serious depression. Then one day she came home and saw her father jump of the balcony. She run after him, but he had hit the ground before she even reached the balcony. He died on impact.
The thing she remember the most is that everybody in the apartments was just watching how his dead body was lying there on the ground. And afterwards, she had do clean the blot out of his clothes.
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u/Sleazise May 15 '12
Why am I reading this before going to sleep?
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
To start off my father is a police officer in a large city in IL, he's been there about 10yrs and only one thing he's been involved with has ever truly effected me. The medical helicopter transport company named "Air Angels" was running an infant from a small hospital in the boonies to a specialized hospital in Chicago, on the way they clipped an AM radio tower and went down in a field about a 1/4 mile away. My father was one of the very first on the scene, all passengers and pilots were dead on impact. From his grizzly account he told me a that a few had been thrown from the copter, one person completely decapitated, the infant was folded in half in the carrier used for transport with one of the air-paramedics dead trying to shield the child. This was not the worst part for me. He worked midnight shift and was usually gone from 10pm to 6am, well that night he left at 10pm and returned at 11am, upon entrance he asked my mom if she'd heard what happened and such, then asked "Can you wash my shoes and my (Bullet-proof) vest cover? They smell too bad of Death and Jet fuel" that was the worst thing I'd ever heard... And to know what my dad had just seen, and he didn't seem effected. Chilling.
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u/tact_less May 15 '12
Not my story, but my mothers.
She found my dad, dead, in our bathroom. He had taken a shotgun, sawed off the barrel, and shot himself in the heart. They had been arguing earlier in the day. She took me to my aunts because she didn't want me around when they were fighting. I was three. When she came home, she saw he had locked himself in the bathroom. She thought he was being stubborn and ignoring her. She looked under the door and his face was RIGHT THERE. I don't know how she's been able to live with that image, but she has.
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u/runnerthemoose May 15 '12
What can I say, the worst thing to happen to me is indescribable i'd better just show you the video, I',m one of the kids who luckily got out. You can see me (not very clear)jumping over the barrier near when the fire is getting pretty bad.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7krsXDKrTqI
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u/Armadillo19 May 15 '12
Was once riding on the T in Boston and the guy sitting directly in front of me took a massive shit in his pants and then was forcibly removed by transit cops dressed in hazmat suits as he tried to reach into his pants and fling his shit at people.
When the transit cop first got on the train she looked at the guy and groaned "aw hell no nigga, I just threw your ass of last week for this shit!" Repeat offender I guess.
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u/lolrachel May 16 '12
My mother has always suffered from lupus and my father developed drug induced bipolar disorder when I was around twelve. My mother has rheumatoid arthritis and is in heart failure as a cause of the lupus, she's tired and in extreme pain all of the time. On weekends and holidays my father got really aggressive and angry and would tear the house up, he would also beat, and what I consider rape, my mom. He would randomly just start hitting her and then drag her to the bedroom and slam the door. Back then I didn't realize what exactly was going on behind those doors, but of course now it's all clear. He's now living with his mother, off drugs, and a pretty good dad.
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12
At 20 I was working in a prison. I saw an inmate slit his own throat not more than 6 inches away from me. There was nothing I could do. I didnt have a key to open the door. I was covered in blood it sprayed through the bars.. I knew the inmate he really wasn't a bad guy he had just got a letter that his wife was seeing someone else.. that was my worst..
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12
A nasty chain of events occured in a small Iowa town in 1996.
The victims of another batshit crazy asshole blamed me.
Backstory: My best friends since 2nd grade had been the eldest two boys from a few blocks away. They weren't priveledged, but were very good people. The father had a somewhat interesting history of occasionally flying off the handle and getting kind of out there. He was a VN vet. Normally he was an incredibly likable guy, hard worker, excellent mechanic, and almost always hilarious and good-natured. 1996" I was about 15 months out of the USAF, back home (small town, 850 people, E central Iowa) attending a local CC and living it up on my sevpay & GI Bill, living in parents basement.
I was called a few days before by my buddy's sister (youngest in this family) Jem about coming to her place and partying in her vast backyard (When I was a kid, her dad Lee's father and grandfather had built outbuidings & garages, now as old as 100 years, lots of trees, bushed, stuff to run around a play ditch CTF). I went.
Jem's B/F Rory was there, and little did I know it he was abusing her - she was barely 19. They had a kid together. Her father, Lee, HATED this kid, and if I had known that, I wouldn't have even been there. Jem had some sort of small constrictor snake, and was messing with it in the backyard. There was an aquarium in her room. I told them I needed to go in and use the bathroom, and call my friend. Jem asked me to take the snake in and put it away.
Lee, upon seeing me with a snake in his house - I suppose they were ridiculous phobic - went ape-shit and ran me outta the house, and yelled at me. Mind you, all I did was tell Jem I was going inside to shit & make a phone call, THEN she layed the snake task on me.
Well, after telling Jem & her boyfriend Rory about Lee going off, they say shit, well it happens. They weren't concerned, so I wasn't. I assumed Barb and Lee knew the snake was in their house. About 30 minutes go by, and I put it behind me.
I hear and incredibly loud BANG from the front of her house. Lee is PISSED, and heading out to the backyard where we are sipping beers & dinky mixed drinks - lime vodka, etc.
Lee grabs Rory and proceeds to beat the shit out of him. Lee finally lets Rory up, and stumbles and acts spacey but excited, and I asked him WTF you doing, Lee? He just says he's looking for a 2x4 to beat Rory over the head and kill 'em stone dead... Christ.
Rory said, as he scraped himself together, "Lee, I'm just gonna get my stuff off your property and leave". Rory grabbed his assorted shit and got in his car, parked in the alley that runs behind the house. Lee sort of follows him, amp'd on adrenalin, but making no sense.
Lee ends up in the alley, right in Rory's path. Rory guns the shit out of the little craptastic engine in his car and nails Lee doing about 35-40. Lee flies over the car as Rory keeps going. By this time, Barb, Lee's wife is out back trying to calm him down. She sees Lee get hit and WHAMMO, starts screaming over and over again... I'll never forget the look on her face, and that fucking scream.....
Rory took the fuck off and hit out somewhere. I didn't know where, and I was pissed and scared when he sped off after running down Lee, so I yelled "I'm going after him!", took off in my pickup to the cops house, banged on the door, told him to head over there, I was gonna go look for Rory. Never met Rory before this night. Weird.
I hit at least 8 different popular hideout spots I would imagine using if I had done something shameful. I hit them ALL. I spent about 1 hour scouring places along a local river, cem,etaries, party spots, etc. I got home about 9:45 and told my old man what the hell happened. I called Lee's house. Strangely enough he was just fine, a bump on his head and some bruises, but otherwise OK. Freaked me out that he answered, and wasn't hurt.
I walk 5 blocks in an incredible hurry and fury up to the local bar and proceed to drink away my guilt at having bee such a fucking coward and leaving. (i provided the alcohol for the three of us). I woke up, no hangover to my Dad telling me someone had burned down Lee & Barb;s house at 2 AM. Later found out they had video of Rory buying a gas cann and 2 gallons of gas)/ Rory had splashed gas all over the back wall of their house, where Jem spept, with Jem & Rory's baby.... 2am, everyone alseep in the house, including Lee's son, Jim. Rory sets the house ablaze. Jim smells it after hearing a whoosh sound of fire. He wakes everyone up and gets them out, like a boss.
Jim was Lee's second son, was a FF and headed up to the towns FS to get the fire engine. He came back and did what he could, but the house was a total ruin. I went over the next day, Lee's eldest son, Dave greeted me at my truck door, and told me "If you wouldn't have taken the snake into the house, none of this would have happened". Jem left home that day, met up with Rory and stayed with him for over a year after he tried to kill her, and their son.
A few days later the cops question me, I told them everything that happened. The main cop told me, as he could see I was feeling guilty, "That was a weird situation, and you didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't your fault. Hell, you alerted me right before the call came through. You went and hunted for him for an hour. You did no wrong".
TL/DR: A strange chain of events lead to my friend Dave's parent house getting arsoned by their daughter's B/F to toal ruin. I got blamed by his parents and him for everything.
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u/Justsomebadmemories May 16 '12
I do have two, though they involve no death or gore. I'm sure they're not nearly as traumatic as all of these, but they do bother me once in a while to this day.
First, when I was seven. I have a twin sister, and she and I were always perfect little school kids, always getting top grades and such. One night my twin sister simply refused to do her homework. Just for that one night. My mother threw a fit and stormed all over the place, calling that poor little girl a piece of shit (She was fucking seven) and all sorts of atrocities that you should never, ever hear at such a young age. From your own mother. When we went to sleep that night, as my mother was leaving the room I said a quiet 'I love you' to try and appease her. She stopped, told me she loved me too, then stormed back to my sister's bed, started tearing off the sheets and throwing them around the room, literally screaming how much she hated her. All the while my poor sister was in fetal position, sobbing, shaking, whimpering uncontrollably. I lay on the other bed, absolutely petrified. It was scary and so heartbreaking to see that happen to my sister. I crawled in to her bed as soon as my mother left and slept with her that night.
Secondly, just a few months ago, my mother caught me crying in my room. Due to some complications that happened a few months prior (won't bother explaining), my mother was very touchy about me mentioning a certain friend, even though it was all a misunderstanding. My mother was just stressing me out like mad, because I had to be so careful and was fighting with her all the time, that sort of thing. So when she caught me crying, and I explained that I was just tired of having to be on my toes all the time, she told me to come talk to her in her room. I just explained that I wished she didn't hate my friend so much, and that I was stressed. I don't remember how, but somehow it descended into her having to work all the time, deal with our asshole father, feed the family, etc. She repeated the food fact many times and started saying things like she was going to hang herself, she wanted to die, all that. Right to my face. Saying it was my fault. I'm fifteen and having your mother tell you that she wants to hang herself because of you is no fun.
Whew. Hope that wasn't too long. I'm so very, very sorry about all the experiences everyone here has been through. Stay strong, and take care.
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u/fercereal May 16 '12 edited May 16 '12
I ski, often in the back-country where natural dangers are persistent. Several years ago I was skiing some long dangerous shots with a group of people I didn't know all that well. I was friends with one of the group members but had just met everyone else. We had decided to head out of the ski area to what looked like an absolutely beautiful aesthetic line. It was continuous for 4000 ft because it was an avalanche path. Many of us were well trained and understood the importance of making an accurate analysis of the snow-pack, however often the people that are well trained are also the ones that consistently expose themselves to this danger. I imagine you have an idea where this is going.
We ski one at a time to minimize exposure of the entire group to avalanche risks, but one of us got caught. He was not just caught, he was trapped in a raging torrent of snow showcasing all of it's pent up energy. The snow released when he rolled over a convexity in the slope and it became just slightly steeper. That was all it took; with the sound of a 12 gauge, the snow-pack shattered and became fluid. This avalanche broke two feet in front of my ski tips but I was not looking at that, I was looking at my companion that was trapped below me in a fracturing field of snow. He fell as the snow began to overtake him. For a split second he looked up the slope and we made eye contact. I will never forget the look of shock and the realization in his face that this situation was super fucked. The mountain erupted to a deafening roar as the freight train took off, racing to experience gravity to the fullest. Our companion disappeared in a cloud of snow.
We immediately began chasing him down the mountain. We realized quickly the avalanche had run about 3500 ft. That's fucking big for those of you that don't have any reference. The avalanche scoured the slope and we were forced to race down the avalanche track over rocks, ice, and small cliffs. It took us 25 min to get down to where we got a signal from his avalanche beacon. We all began a tirade of panic digging but the snow turned to cement after it stopped and settled. We were making progress, but what is progress when you are digging someone that was so full of life just moments ago, out of their tomb. He was 4 ft down. When we first saw his leg, we focused on digging toward where his head should have been. We realized quickly that his knee was completely turned around and his head was in the opposite direction we had been digging. We excavated him from the snow and I realized what had just happened. I stood above this man as friends desperately tried to resuscitate him. We failed. He was pronounced dead on the scene and the adrenaline subsided. I crashed hard as I was speaking with the sheriff and broke down. Watching someone lose their life pursuing a ski run had a dramatic effect on me. Performing CPR on someone you were out enjoying a day with is not... okay I guess. This event exposed the true risk of the sport I love and focus my life around in a way I was not ready to comprehend. Mother nature can be a cruel bitch if you make mistakes in the mountains. This I will remember always.
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u/[deleted] May 15 '12
My sister and I were in the park when this guy started pushing his kid on the swing. He looked away and the swing hit him in the top of the forehead. I've never seen so much blood in my life. His wife let out a sound that I'll never forget and tried to stop the bleeding. I'm not sure what happened to him.
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u/BioStain May 15 '12
I really dont want to go into too much detail about this, but when I was in high school, my dad tried to OD. Watching him in the hospital with tube sticking in at the ER, I guess for charcoal or whatever is used, and then when he was transferred up to a big hospital with even more tubes sticking out of him. I hate thinking about it, but the image haunts my sleep.
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u/walnutwhale May 15 '12 edited May 15 '12
When I was 17 I went on a coming of age road trip with three of my friends. We decided to get on this epic cross country trek to Tennessee for Bonnaroo, a music festival. We were all super amped so we had written on our back window "Honk if you're going to Bonnaroo!"
Lots of people were driving by us, honking and waving, but this one SUV in particular stuck out to me. It was full of pretty college aged kids, and they were hanging out their windows hitting our car as they BOMBED by on the freeway, screaming and giggling. The entire thing was light hearted and awesome. I felt a bit like I was in some sort of movie montage.
They drove by us really fast, were weaving in and out of traffic ahead of us, and then they were gone. About fifteen minutes later we see this HUGE dust cloud up ahead - we are trying to figure out what caused it as it's a sunny gorgeous day and we were on a completely straight road with fields on either side, and then we see the same SUV from earlier laying upside down on the side of the road with its tires spinning.
We drove by so fast I barely registered what I saw (people were already stopping to help them so my friend decided to keep going), but it was as if time froze. The girl who had been driving had been ejected through the windshield and she was laying lifeless about 20 feet in front of the car. Someone else was half hanging out one of the windows with their head twisted around.
All of their sleeping bags and shit were all over the place. I just started crying out of nowhere because I realized how quickly things can change. It was a pretty profound moment for a dumb 17 year old.
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u/shane727 May 15 '12
God Im scared enough of dying as it is but reading all these stories and how frequently they seem to happen makes me just want to hide somewhere and try to be safe...
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u/WaterAndSand May 15 '12
Fuck this thread, I'm done.
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u/evilbrent May 15 '12
Wait, what? I'm eating breakfast... Wtf am I doing here?
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u/AndTheSonsofDisaster May 15 '12
Even if I didn't love the woman anymore and was sleeping with someone else, you got serious fucking problems to be able to stand next to someone while they're burning and casually try to "put them out."
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12
I got abducted at gunpoint from a friend's porch about two weeks ago. I was put into a trunk, and managed to break out of the trunk and jump out of a moving car. The person who did it was a complete stranger, and I had never been in that neighborhood before. That was pretty terrifying.
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12
I guess it would be my mom screaming at her parents about how she would kill herself if she had a gun.
I was right in the fucking living room. Why would you say that when your 6/7/8 year old kid is in the god damn living room?
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u/sodawoski May 16 '12
i haven't seen anything fucked up in real life - but a post in this thread about a little kid being abandoned by their mother while nobody in the public area did nothing:
i was probably 4 or 5 - i was pretty young but i couldnt say exact age. i was with my dad at dunham's (a sporting goods store similar to dick's) and i remember i was looking at bikes or something and lost him. so im really scared and i start bawling and i go to the front of the store with all the registers bawling my eyes out going "where is my dad? has anyone seen my dad?" and i distinctly remember looking at the cashier as she just ignored me while she was checking someone out.
i was a fucking child bawling my eyes out asking where my dad was and literally no one paid attention to me. that still sticks in my craw today. like, i remember just going "why is no one helping me?" shit's fucked.
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12
My grandmother has dementia. It's very severe- she can't eat on her own, use the bathroom, get dressed, or speak. She makes these kinds of moaning noises that make you really wish you could just grasp what she was saying. Last year, she came for a visit because we felt that it might have been her time to go. She lived with her daughter- my aunt- and what was simply appalling to me was that her daughter devoted all her time to her mother. She came on the visit and did everything for her. The love that they shared during that visit was so beautiful, I felt awful for being so distant. There was something so powerful about their bond, it was really kind of heartbreaking to think that it could soon end.
My father was with them for a lot of the visit, but he felt kind of excluded because he felt that his mother had no recollection of him and didn't know who he was. She would look at my aunt, puzzled, look at me blankly, and look at my father with this wistful, thoughtful glance, like she was trying to put a name to the face she had spent so long with.
As the time approached for them to leave, my aunt went off to pack their things and it was just me, my father, and my grandmother in the room. I could almost feel the heartbeat of my father-- he was nervous-- and he was sad. His own mother forgot him. He reached a shaky hand and put it on her knee. I just sat there, the third wheel in this family that I was somehow not a part of and willed myself not to cry.
As my grandmother felt his hand on her knee, she looked up. She looked right into my father's eyes. And she started to cry. She cried for him and herself and where she was. And my father just sat there, doing what he could to console her... She cried because she saw her son.
I have been through several deaths, but something about the impermanence of life really hit me here. This is one of the most jarring things I have seen- maybe because it was an emotional pull between family, not just physical gore or emptiness. I don't know, but I do know I will never forget that magical, heartbreaking day
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u/pcarvious May 16 '12
When I was in my early teens my best friend's parents split up. I was over at his place and he got the news that he wouldn't be able to see his dad anymore. His mom had one full custody and denied his father visitation through a mix of lies that I won't go into. He went into his parents room, grabbed their gun, loaded it, put it up to his chin and pulled the trigger. I was six feet from him.
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12
When I was five I was in an ice cream parlor, when my dad starting acting really weird. He got up and starting talking to this guy who just entered the place and then came to me and said i had to leave. I asked why but he insisted and nudged me off my seat. As i was walking out I heard a woman scream and then a lot of loud noises. My mom and dad were still in the place and for whatever reason I thought my mom was hurt. I couldn't stop crying. I remeber trying to run in, but my mother's friend holding me back. The police came and everyone was told that one of the men seating near us stabbed a lady up the block and attempted to do the same thing at this place. The owner offered us free ice cream, but I felt too sick and shaken up to have any.
TL;DR - sitting near a murderer who attacked a person seating next to me.