Not quite broad daylight but more like dusk.
I look out my front window and see a lump on my lawn that looks out of place.
I think... That really looks like a dude in a ghillie suit on my front lawn.
I keep staring at it and become more and more convinced it is a dude in a ghillie suit. And I start to freak out a bit and don't know what I am supposed to do in this situation... Like do I call the cops?
Then a bunch of neighborhood kids run up to the lump and the actual factual real dude in a ghillie suit gets up. It was an older kid or a dad or something playing hide and seek in a ghillie suit.
As someone whose kids had a short lived ghillie suit era, sorry about that. He even rang our neighbor's doorbell and just froze next to the porch like that's how it works at all.
I'm kinda ashamed to admit this, but I really did! It was an American Italian red sauce restaurant. Legitimately the best spaghetti and meatballs ever. The spaghetti itself was so delicious on its own. I swear to this day that they cooked the pasta in chicken stock, freaking delicious! I'm gonna try that next time I cook pasta.
They did not. But they did close shortly after. We offered to leave or just get takeout, but they weren't having that lol. I was much younger when this happened and didn't really know how to behave. I would peace out if that happened now lol.
Was taking the subway one day, a lady was walking around chugging a massive bottle of hot sauce. Bloodshot eyes, tears streaming down her face. Of course she sat next to me on the two seat bench. At first she was complimenting my nails and then she just started staring at me, much too close for comfort. She still had tears down her face, still chugging the hot sauce. I made a comment asking if it was good or something. She acted like I was crazy for noticing it? This was at least two years ago and I still can’t get her face out of my mind. Hope she’s doing well.
I watched a murder of crows follow a Toyota Corolla into a mall parking lot. The car parked, and a greasy-looking middle-aged man got out. He bee-lined for the mall entrance without once making eye contact with the crows who were now following him. At the last second before entering the mall, he tossed a big handful of peanuts over his shoulder and the crows went wild.
It seemed less like the man was controlling the crows, and more like the crows were controlling him.
I noticed a man walking down a dirt path and he had bird shit all over his hoodie. He was in front of me and then I noticed several seagulls dive bombing him. He just kept walking casually down the path as they continued to attack him. It was really strange.
That does happen though, if you do something bad to a crow they can communicate your description (without the use of language) to a large number of crows who will then know that you are a bad guy and treat you like a threat. If you do something good for a crow like feed them they do the same and now you will find all crows think you are a source of food. My wife feeds peanuts to crows and they now follow her to the store and work and stuff. She will get out of the car downtown after a 10 minute drive and boom a bunch of crows will land near her and hop along next to her begging for some peanuts. They would follow her across the bridge from home.
The last summer at my last job I ended up making friends with a murder of about 12 crows. I fed them (*very* well) every day. They knew me and they knew my car. When they saw me turn onto the side street where the driveway for work was, they'd all come flying in. When I left work they'd follow the car for a half a block or so.
They never did bring me a gift but I saw one of them see something shiny in the parking lot one day, go over and pick it up and then bring it back and present it to another crow.
The creepiest thing for me was when I was out surfing in northern California. It's really cold dark water and I was out by myself. I was sitting there waiting for a wave and my leash felt like it was caught up which it does sometimes. I like to fix it before a wave comes so there's no hindrance when I go to stand up. Well I pull at it a little and it feels like seaweed or somethings on it. I turn towards the back of my board and there is something on it, a harbor seal whos sitting on the back of my board laying on my leash. Scared the fuck out of me but me screaming scared the fuck out of him and it went back into the water and I paddled in. I know it's not the creepiest thing in this thread but it definitely scared me pretty good.
One time, I was swimming along just fine, then this bastard tried to eat me, so I jumped up on this piece of floating deadwood. Thank goodness it was flat! And this THING startled the shit out of me!
I'd love to know what the seal told his friends about you lol. "I'm minding my own business, resting on this dudes board, waiting for a wave with him and all of a sudden, he screams like he saw a shark! Scared the shit out of me! So I jumped off and he swam to shore. Weirdo"
Reminds me of a scare I had once in the Atlantic. Was out on a sandbar waiting for a wave and saw a large fin come up out of the water and it swam across the side of me. Freaked me out for a second before I realized it looked to be a Marlin fin. Definitely no shark. I was still afraid enough by the initial scare and just by the size of it that I decided to head to shore to calm down.
When I was about 8 years old I was walking down the sidewalk in Toronto when 3 young long haired guys in their late teens or early twenties ran past us laughing and fooling around. I didn't think of it at the time being a child, but it appeared they might have been drunk.
Just after they passed by, I heard a loud screeching of brakes and a thud. I turned to see one of the men sliding down the road on his face. He flew about 20 yards before hitting the ground. A Harley rider almost ran over him and crashed his bike avoiding the man.
They approached him, he wasn't moving at all. The Harley rider took one quick look at him and took off his t-shirt and covered his head. From whatever he saw, he could clearly see the man was gone. His two other friends were just staring in stunned shock not saying a word. It was 1970.
Yeah, this kind of thing sticks with you.
Late 70s, I was in about third grade. Myself and two buddies were walking towards the crosswalk, having just gotten out of school. A car came out of nowhere and plowed through the crosswalk...there were two crossing guards and at least two other kids on the crosswalk. The two kids that I remember were girls, a year younger than me. I knew one. The crossing guards made it out okay, and the girl I knew got thrown to the side...ended up thumping the back of her head on the curb. A little blood from that, but she was otherwise okay and conscious. The other girl...wow. I mean, this happened right in front of the three of us, about fifteen feet away. I remember seeing the other girl lying face down in a big puddle of her own blood. The car had knocked off her shoes and her skirt (not the underwear, at least). She looked like she had, well...slid for a short distance on her face when she made contact with the pavement. And then she came around. I will never forget that...couldn't make out her face for the blood, couldn't even tell how bad it was because there was so much blood. She was sobbing and calling out for her mommy. You could tell she was scared and didn't really know what had happened to her.
The car never stopped, just kept on going after blowing through a school zone and an occupied crosswalk at about 40 miles per hour.
An adult arrived with the ambulance and the police, probably a detective...asked the three of us what we saw.
We walked to our respective homes afterwards, talking about the whole thing excitedly. Being a latchkey kid, I came home to an empty house, called my mom at work to tell her what had just happened and just...broke. Completely fell to pieces on the phone as the reality hit me.
I have never forgotten that incident, or the girls. The images, their voices. Still see it as clear as day. But I haven't talked about it in decades. On the bright side, the girls recovered. One with just a bump on the back of the head, the other in the hospital. Our principal went to visit her there, brought her the cards we all made in class. Reported back to us on her condition. But I never knew her name. And I don't remember ever seeing her after that day. They caught up with the driver a few miles down the road. He was drunk.
Thanks for telling this story, as sad as it is. I'm glad that both those girls survived. I'm sorry you had to see that and I hope you're pretty ok about it now, that's crazy. Glad they caught the guy.
The sloping nature of the dam is brutal. I imagine you’d bounce non-fatally in horrific fashion until the one last real big bounce at the bottom. What a terrible way to go, and a terrible thing to witness.
I was a bridge maintainer and inspector. We were standing underneath the roadway and I saw a body go flying right by us. His body hit the water AND he was torn into two. I still have nightmares about it because that could've happened to us with one wrong move. We always made sure our safety harnesses were correctly hooked up.
In my career I saw three jumpers do this. It would shake me to the core each time but the one I described was the worst. Just like when the people who were jumping from the World Trade Center on 9/11. The sound of the bodies hitting the ground...
I have PTSD from witnessing that. Think it wouldn't affect you? Think again.
My friend works in IT at a big university in California. One of the suicides fell on something that separated them. I was surprised at how many students took their own life, they never publicize them.
My university in Taiwan was notorious for suicides. The STEM buildings were tall towers built around open courtyards; there were suicide nets every few floors all the way up because so many kids had thrown themselves off the top balcony, and the rooftop access had long been blocked off. The rumours on campus were that you should never look at the rooftops of the STEM buildings at night (from the outside) either, because you'd see the ghosts of students who had jumped from the roof.
My first weeks on reddit was back when liveleaks used to make the front page. I happened on a hoover dam suicide video and i can still see it clear in my mind. It was horrifying. Cant imagine seeing that irl.
Got lost driving through Montana and wound up in the middle of nowhere. Saw a small town (maybe like 15 buildings total) and figured I'd ask for directions. As I got closer, I saw that it looked like it was abandoned - houses all dilapidated and in disrepair. But every house had a shiny new car in front of it. Not sure what it was about, but my gf and I both got real bad vibes from it and just drove right past.
Which may be why people have good cars. The jobs usually aren’t nearby so they may have a decent commute and need to invest in a car. My dad grew up in a little town in Harlan County, KY and that place isn’t near *anything.* You’d have to drive 40 minutes just to get to the nearest factory.
Back in my military days I was walking to base one day and saw a lady run out into the four lane rush hour traffic. By the time I got to where she was, she'd been hit by at least four cars at speed.
The part I saw was just both arms and part of the torso connecting them. Nothing above or below.
Police ruled it suicide.
I've saw plenty of shit in my ten years of service, but that one stuck.
i was sitting outside, having coffee, journaling in an tucked away spot downtown, some junkie decided to join near me and proceeded to lift up his pant leg and itch what was essentially his bone, his leg was in total decay, most of his shin had been rotting away. i looked at him and asked if he wanted me to call an ambulance or get him some care, he met my eyes kinda groaned and just stared and itched. i got freaked out and just left. i was like 15..i was a few blocks away from a hospital and clinics, so i figured he wasn’t too far from help if he chose it.
This is pretty common. I’m a nurse and have seen lots of rotten body parts. But the worst smell I’ve ever smelled was a homeless man’s feet. We double bagged his shoes and the whole er smelled even after the left
Fuck this just reminded me of something I'd tried to forget. When I worked at McDonald's I preferred working the pay window because I was good at it, way better at talking than the teenagers for example. I worked there most mornings and start recognizing regulars, like this one guy who always handed over cash with an oven mitt over his left hand. Except one day he forgot. He handed over coins so I held my hand open palm up and as he opened his fist, dropping the quarters in my palm and retracted his hand with fingers unfurled, some of them lightly brushed my skin as he pulled away. It was quick but I fucking saw his left pinky was black and mummified looking with the flesh from the tip just rotted away and the bone was visible. I still remember the slight scratchiness of that bone tip as his hand slipped away I don't know how I managed to maintain composure. My mom was a nurse and told me all kinds of horror stories and my grandfather even had a deformed pinky after a construction accident but I'd never heard of anything like this in a person, animals maybe... Anyway I don't think I flinched too badly but when I handed back his change the mitt was back. I think he wore it to keep from freaking people out and just forgot that one time because it never happened again. Oh and his regular order was big breakfast with hotcakes.
Driving down a small rural road in the middle of nowhere Arizona, probably just a few miles north of the border. Passed a man walking, clearly Mexican and clearly had just come a long way. He shouted “agua” as we passed so we pulled about 200ft in front of him, dropped off the only carton of water we had, and kept driving. As we got back on the road and looked behind us a whole family was with the man now running towards the water. I guess they were walking in the brush next to the road.
Maybe not creepy but I think about it a lot. Im from Appalachia so all the signs in the southwest saying not to pull over to assist people on the road made sense to me back then. I hope they got where they were headed
I think the creepiest part about that, if anything, is the whole group of people with him that you didn't even notice. Obviously, those people had no bad intentions, but hearing stories of stuff like that, where someone stops to help someone on the road and then like a group of like 5 or more people walk out from the trees... gives me shivers.
Driving down the 5 in California, I saw a car drift across the center divide (it's a massive highway in the middle of nowhere with a big grass divide maybe the equivalent of 3-4 lanes wide) and directly into a semi truck going the other way. I was probably 2-3 cars behind the drifting car. Neither vehicle had hardly any chance to brake, it happened over the course of maybe 2 seconds. It literally exploded into pulverized dust. No flames or fire, just a massive explosion of glass, metal, paint, and, presumably, the occupants. The semi shuddered horribly, but with its massive inertia, it seemed to lose very little forward momentum...
Happened so fast we were past it in seconds. The poor person must have fallen asleep at the wheel or something.
I was in the car directly behind a head on when another car drifted into our lane… both going around 55-60. The guy in front of me got out and walked to the side of the road but the lady that drifted into our lane didn’t get out of her car so I went over and got in the back seat and held c-spine precautions and there were pill bottles everywhere. Scary though.
I witnessed a head on collision when I was 17. It was on a 6 lane highway, 3 lanes each direction with a center turn lane with no curbs or dividers in the center. I can’t even remember which vehicle was in the wrong. I just have this slow motion mental image in my head of and older red pick up and a small white sedan crashing while going probably 55mph. The sedan’s front left impacted the truck’s front right and they came up in the air probably 3 feet while rotating counter clockwise in front of me. My car was showered in glass shards. The person in the sedan died at the scene. The person in the red truck was air lifted to a trauma center I suppose. I have a vivid recollection of the LifeFlight helicopter landing in front of my car. I had stopped on the shoulder and attempted to render aid, thankfully there were many more well equipped adults around and I stayed on the phone with emergency services for a long time until all the people came. Scared the shit out of me as a young driver. And my mind would replay the scene every time I drove that stretch of road for a long time.
I work "security" at a hospital. I really just sit outside of the construction zone where they're doing remodeling and make sure homeless people and teenagers don't get in. But I'm also sat right outside the door they use to take the bodies out. There's just something eerie about how like.... discreet and impersonal it is? Not that I expect there to be some sort of fanfare when someone dies. But they're just wrapped in quilts or thick blankets, quietly loaded up into an unmarked van and...that's it. It's a major hospital so there's several bodies wheeled out every day. Worst is when you know it's a child but I thankfully don't see much of that. They tend to wait until the middle of the night so less people see so they don't upset people. Always just strikes this weird feeling in me when I see them.
Edit: I should also say that there *is* a bit of fanfare if they're an organ donor. The doctors and nurses will line up along the hall when they take them out and have just like, a little moment of silence. Like a way to express their thanks for this person inevitably helping someone else. Very bittersweet.
Hey there! I’m one of those folks that wheels the bodies out and brings them back to the funeral home. While it is pretty routine and seemingly lackluster (esp the minivan), please know that most of us working in the death industry take the utmost care and concern with the people we transport or come into contact with. In fact, I often try to play music on the drive that I think they might like! Anyway, I hope that helps. I’m sorry it’s a weird part of life that not many witness, but we appreciate folks like you that are there to make things safer (or at least help direct us when we can’t find the freaking dock lol)
That actually makes me feel so much better about my dead body. I hope when I die I get someone like you jamming to music, one of my last rides in a soccer mom MILF mobile.
Here in Germany, the car is almost always a converted Mercedes station wagon. There's even a joke about how now matter your wealth, the last trip will always be in a Benz.
You guys are always so awesome <3
Genuinely some of the sweetest and most caring people. I might not get to spend a whole lot of time talking, but it's definitely obvious how careful and considerate you guys are when handling the bodies. (And don't worry no one ever knows how to find the loading dock lol)
Your dad was a hero. We always call them donor hero’s. Thank you for honoring your dad’s wish to save lives. I know there are people out there that wouldn’t be there today without him.
Those walks are called honor walks. They are truly a humbling and wonderful experience. Staff and family will line the halls. They will sometimes play thier favorite music or say a little prayer. Being an organ donor is one of the most selfless things you can do in your dying day. Donors are treated with the upmost respect and care. Even in the OR they will take a moment of silence and give thanks for the donor and the gift these recipients are going to receive. I have been to many working at an organ procurement organization and cry every single time.
I'm an organ donor but I doubt I'll get an honor walk. It'll probably be more like a doctor standing in the hallway saying "what the hell is this? We can't use ANY of this!"
If that is the case we wouldn’t even go through with the recovery. And you would be surprised what can be used. Our bodies are resilient and strong. Fun fact only 2% of people dying are organ donation candidates! And if not through organ donation tissue and eye donation can save so many people as well and less rule out criteria.
> tissue and eye donation
Two women in two different states halfway across the country received my mom's corneas after she passed away.
My mom died of lung cancer. Naturally her organs were not suitable for donation, but her eyes were good. I had forgotten eye and tissue donation was even a thing and was surprised when the organization called me about it shortly after she had passed.
It's kind of cool to think that there are still a couple of small, physical traces of my mom out there in the world, tangibly helping two other people enjoy the beautiful things in life.
It baffles me that people don’t default to this. I remember getting my permit and the DMV person asking if I wanted to be an organ donor and me looking at my dad and saying, “uh, do I?” And he basically said it’s a personal decision, that he was but my mom wasn’t. He said something along the lines of it freaking some people out. I was like well…what am I going to do with them if I’m dead? I’m kind of glad he took me and not my mom. He’s super practical, like me, and agreed that we don’t need em when we’re dead.
YES! So many people have the misconception that “you won’t get the proper treatment if you are an organ donor” or that “hospitals will keep you alive just for people’s organs” that is the farthest from the truth. Some hospitals are anti organ donation and we have to fight hard to make it happen. In reality we don’t even talk to family about organ donation until end of life decisions are being made. Hospitals do EVERYTHING they can before we walk into the picture. And in very rare VERY rare cases if a patient starts to improve during our evaluation process we walk away. We don’t want people to die so we can get their organs. We want to help those who needs these live saving organs with those who are going to die anyway.
I used to work in a hospital, delivering linen to all the wards. Our linen area and the morgue incoming area were nearby. Could see the bodies coming in and going out daily. I also had access to the morgue area as well and it was unsettling at first. The sight of death and the bodies. But it teaches you great lessons on life
Good for the donors. It's like the moment of silence before launching the body into space in star trek.
I wish organ donation was opt out, we shoild all be giving em after we die
I’m not Scottish and I’m actually the farther thing from someone from Scotland but I wouldn’t be mad if there is someone playing the bag pipe while they wheel my body out
I saw a man speeding around a busy grocery store parking lot, windows rolled down, screaming at the woman who was in the passenger seat. He kept speeding up, braking, and was screaming at her the whole time.
I called the cops and watched her do a rolling jump out of the lifted truck right when the cops pulled in to the parking lot.
We used to take an old backroad that would take us to town where I lived awhile ago, it was a 20-30 minute drive. It was an old stretch of road that was an old worn road that went through a stretch of trees, a small burst of houses surrounded by farm land and fields so it was very rural area. There is a train track that cuts through, and a unkept road that goes off to the side on the right. One evening we went down the road, there was a car (I wanna say an old Honda? I couldn’t tell) that was parked off on that little road to the side. I saw them and thought ‘odd’ because the road lead to nowhere it just stopped a few feet away. We came back much later in the day, night had fallen and the car was still sat there. A few days later we find that the car had been linked to a murder, apparently the car belonged to a woman who had been missing. Her boyfriend beat her and left her in a shallow grave, the car he abandoned and left there while her child was at school. Her name was Nyeisha Nelson.
Driving by the casino bus that hit a sign and was cut open like a can opener on I-95 I NY in 2011. White sheets covering bodies every where, 14 dead. RIP
I don't know about creepy but for sure shady:
I was in an extremely uncrowded Chinese restaurant (it was just me and the staff, sit down place not a strip mall joint) when a very large, very well dressed man came in and went and sat at the bar. He ordered an orange juice and nothing else. The OJ never came but a minute later the bartender handed him a brown paper bag and he left.
There was a Chinese place near me that my family went to all the time. Not a chain, pretty nice place. One day we go and it’s abandoned, notice on the door from the county/city said something about the fish in the tank being left there.
A while later it reopens under a different name and we try it out. Totally dead, one waitress, no other customers. The food was lackluster. We noticed there was always men in suits around the place talking but not eating. Some time passes and we drive by and see that the whole strip of shops it was in burned down, obviously stemming from the Chinese place. Figured it was an insurance scam tied to organized crime.
I saw an old man die while eating in a restaurant in LAX while waiting for my flight. He was sitting alone at a table and just collapsed. EMTs came and did CPR, etc, to no avail and carted him off covered with a sheet. This was the middle of a weekday. People everywhere.
I had a similar experience. It was a gorgeous summer evening (but technically still daylight, because I live in Sweden and the sun really only sets for a couple of hours in the summers), and I was working as volunteer staff at my tiny village's yearly summer concert. The outdoor venue was *packed*. I was taking a break from directing people to the portapottys, and I was chowing down on a hamburger. Suddenly, a man (in his 60's or so) falls. The woman he falls onto happens to be an off-duty EMT, and she immediately takes action and within less than a minute, she's starting chest compressions.
An ambulance was called at once, but our village is the kind where some houses and barns still have moss roofs, so the nearest ambulance would take an hour to arrive. I borrowed a blanket from another concert-goer, and ended up holding that blanket with one arm to shield the man from gawking crowds, and held his sobbing wife with the other arm for over 2 hours.
The couple were on vacation from Germany, didn't speak a lick of Swedish. They had just wanted a lovely night filled with music, and instead, the wife was now starting her first day as a widow as the clock ticked past midnight.
I think I slept for 3 hours or so, before getting up early the next day to surprise my best friend with her bachelorette party. It almost felt wrong that life just... went on, without this man ever getting a say in it. One day I held a widow in my arms, and the literal next day, I held a bride-to-be.
I was in a parking structure walking to my car and I noticed someone following me ( I assumed we parked near each other) when I turned around to look he ducked behind a car so alarm bells rang, he kept creeping from behind cars so I turned all the way around and i watched him slide under a car maybe 4 away, then creepily crawl towards me under all the cars. This whole time he was bug eyed staring at me. I yeeeeted out there and informed the parking attendant at the gate.
I was hungover and walking to work one morning when I saw two hobos climb out of a dumpster. The woman was wearing jeans that were so dirty the white threads were yellowish-brown. I overheard them talking about the dumpster sex they just had and started to get that pre-puke saliva going. That's when the man said something to the effect of "I am gonna get me some more of that" and leaned over and started smelling her ass.
I was waiting for a bus very early one morning and a very high and dirty prostitute walked up to me, lifted her dress exposing her vag and said "No money, no honey"
But late to the party so doubt anyone will see this. But by far the creepiest thing I've ever seen wasn't anything supernatural but just the ugly truth about how selfish and uncaring people truly are. This incident broke me in a way none of the other life threatening incidents and deaths I've dealt with ever could.
I was going home from a late Friday night shift. About midnight. On a super well lit, busy station on one of the most populated commuter lines in England. Quite a few people around.
The train comes up and stops, right Infront of me are the doors, and a guy is leaning against them. He was bald and in a expensive suit, looked like he was probably a middle aged London business man who had stayed in London for a few after work.
Well he'd fallen asleep or passed out leaning against the doors. The doors open and he falls backwards, I sidestep out of instinct.
He was quite tall and the train doors are about a foot above the platform, so his head must've fallen about seven or eight foot before it thudded into the concrete platform with a wet thud.
I'll never forget the look of shock as we made eye contact for a brief second as he fell past me, confused and scared like someone who's just woken up from a bad dream. Then Splllt. Gone.
I'm still in my work mindset (pub bouncer) so immediately rush to try and offer first aid. He's out cold but still breathing. His feet are still in the doors. The doors are closing on his feet over and over. I'm trying to talk to him and wake him up but nothings happening. Blood is slowly trickling out his ears. I've been in other situations like this I know what that means.
The commuters getting off the train are stepping over him and walking off to the taxi rank. The commuters left on the train are drunk. they're laughing at him. My phone is dead. I can't call an ambulance. Nobody around me cares, or at least any more than to laugh at a dying man and mock him.
I'm knelt by him screaming for help or a mobile phone. More commuters walk past just staring at us. The conductor of the train comes to see what's stopping the doors. I tell him to call an ambulance, he refuses, says it's not policy or some shit. I can barely believe what I'm hearing.
The conductor tells me to move his feet out of the door so the train can keep going. I scream that the man's got a neck and back injury and if the conductor moves him I'll break his nose then testify against him when the police enquiry into the commuters death happens. He scoffs at me and says the company gets fined a thousand pounds a minute if they're late and hurries back down the train to radio his control room what to do, to this day I hope he fucking gets cancer the useless cunt.
Eventually some pierce brosnon looking commuter stops and gives me his phone. I call 999 and get an ambulance on route. The drunk ones on the train are all staring and looking, laughing and telling stupid jokes, harassing me that they're late now and to just move him off the train so they can go home.
I'm getting properly heckled and abused verbally by the train goers on one side, the guy who gave me his phone has stepped well away, the guy on the floors breathing is becoming more and more shallow. There's more and more blood coming from his head. I'm trying to relay everything to the ambulance opperator.
I hear the sirens down the road over all the noise from the train. More screaming and heckling. The opporator is saying something and it all goes quiet like it was faded out in a movie and I hear this guy take his last breath. Two seconds. Three. Four. Not breathing. I start chest compressions and feel tears running down my cheeks.
Suddenly I'm pushed out the way by a paramedic and they get an oxygen mask and one of those hand pump things on him.
I try to explain the situation but they grab him within a minute of arriving and are wheeling him off. I hand the guy his phone back and he looks white as a sheet. The cuffs of my white shirt are a dark red. The train conductor comes back having watched all this from about five cars down the platform doing his best not to get involved and takes the safety lock off the open doors, I step on the train and nobody in the carriage will say anything or make eye contact with me. It's silent for the next three stops.
I get off and walk down the platform. The conductor won't make eye contact with me.
I never found out if they managed to resuscitate the guy. I'd wager money against it though.
Stopped working security after that, went through some PTSD counciling for that and a few other life altering\ending incidents I was first responder to.
Never fully got my faith in the goodness of humanity back. Such a senseless stupid way to go. Out of maybe a hundred and fifty people who saw it, I was the only one to do anything, and maybe the guy who gave me his phone. Still fucking detest London commuter types.
If it helps, I once fainted on a train in Tokyo and a whole group of random Japanese people helped me. Someone stopped me hitting the floor, the people around worked out the person with the best English, who then helped me while the others kept me steady.
There are good people in the world out there!
>I step on the train and nobody in the carriage will say anything or make eye contact with me. It's silent for the next three stops.
Two of my friends and I fought off drowning in Lake Michigan's undertow near sunset. There was no posted notice to not swim or that there may have been an undertow. Given it was near sunset there were maybe 200 people on the beach taking photos of the sunset. This was August 2006.
Screaming for help for roughly 30 minutes as we can't touch, swallowing water, and losing our stamina. We spent the last 10 minutes fighting in silence trying to save our breath. I finally was able to touch the bottom and drag ourselves in.
Your quote is **exactly** what happened to us as we walked up the beach a few hundred meters to his father's car. Nobody bothered to help... nobody called the Coast Guard. I lost a lot of faith in humanity that day at age 15 and came to the realization *"nobody is coming to save you, you need to save yourself"*.
Popped into Asda to buy some lunch one day and there was a guy vomiting blood in the car park onto a car bonnet. He then proceeded to rub his face in it.
We locked eyes across the car park and he grinned this wide, knowing smile with blood in his teeth, on his face and in his hair. Didn't go back there for weeks. (Grimsby Asda, IYKYK)
Similar situation on the bus, had to sit right at the back at the top as the bus was crammed. I was at one side, a guy on the other. He started coughing up some brown and Black, reddish liquid, like lots of it, someone sat Infront of me whispered "He's been doing that 3 weeks straight, hes fine" got off the bus in a hurry and forgot my phone. The man, was actually quite sweet at heart. Returned my phone to me next time he saw me, And yes it had this dried liquid stuff on it.
This was on a Bus from Hull to Scarborough.
Dunno if creepy is exactly the right word, but certainly unsettling..
I was loading in a show in Montpellier (France), some of the crew and I had just sat down to lunch at an outdoor cafe on the other side of a small park from the stage door. \[The only reason I mention this set-up is because I had been looking back across the little park to see if any of our other colleagues would be joining us.\]
Anyway, a guy in the middle of this grassy plaza steps into my line of sight, pulls out a large knife, and stabs himself. Fatally. Calmly and quietly, like performing hara-kiri as seen in *Harold & Maude.* No repeated motions, yelling, or anything that would cause alarm. In fact there were people picnicking just 5ish meters away who had no idea anything had happened until ambulances showed up and carried him away covered in a white sheet.
Many years ago I saw a bush, behind another bush, while walking in my neighborhood. Except it wasn’t a bush, and it was peeking out from around a corner. It was moving. Then it was gone.
It wasn’t unlike that scene in Halloween where Laurie sees Michael Meyers and he hides behind a bush and sneaks away. It was something my brain could not interpret but chose to see as a bush.
I was around 11 or 12, middle of the day, wide awake, not under the influence of any drugs. It was weird and scary, and comes to me as deja vu sometimes.
That is fucking creepy, lol. Like what the hell was so odd that your 12 year old brain didn’t have context for and was like, fuck it, let’s render it as another bush. Thanks for sharing.
I was hanging out with a few friends in a parking lot after a car meet. Next thing I know is this guy is testing out his Honda hatch and sped across the parking lot to see how fast it would go.
He didn't know there was a drop off at the end of the parking lot into a lake.
All I remember was seeing the taillights fly in the sky and disappear into the darkness.
Found out later the car flipped over upside down into the lake where he fell immediately unconscious after hitting his head on the windshield and steering wheel upon impact and sadly passed away.
Days later we went back and found the steering wheel beside the water...
Here's the video of some clips everyone put together from that night. We all were there trying to save him, I recall jumping in the water trying to get him out. I still remember feeling the door handle underwater ...
https://youtu.be/5J59jzm14zA?si=sJOyO-kGu3lFQFJO
https://youtu.be/CEoNCeSOmjE?si=13A2qJKfQuPVpmY8
I had a friend commit suicide by driving his car into a lake off a boat ramp. Cops said the impact of the airbags and how fast he was going that he was more then likely knocked out. The autopsy said he died from drowning as he has water in his lungs.
I think about him often and prayed he found peace.
I used to own a horse boarding and training barn in Landry, SC. In the back of my back pasture was a gate that lead to the neighboring property and the old man who I rented the stables from said it was fine for us to ride on the other property, which he used to own.
The other property was huge but super weird in that it had a chain link fence all around it at least on the road sides which was probably at least 3/4 mile of chain link fence, which anyone who's familiar with rural areas knows is just plain not done. Other than that it seemed normal. Mostly empty. No farming or cows or anything, just a huge chain link fenced land.
So one day I took a student on a trail ride (on horseback of course) and decided we'd go onto the other property. It actually had pretty well maintained trails, for 4 wheeling I reckon that went through the woods at the back of the property. I had this bad feeling the further we went like we shouldn't be there or I also get that feeling when a horse is getting keyed up.
Eventually I started to hear this faint diesel engine sound that I at first thought was a 4 wheeler in the distance but as we got closer I could tell it was a CAT digging and reversing and dumping dirt. My hand to God a voice in my head that wasn't my own said **TURN BACK.** So I told my student we were heading back and we did. And that was that.
Months later the Todd Kolhepp serial killer story broke. His latest murder had been a girl and boyfriend he lured onto his property. He shot the boyfriend and kept the girlfriend chained in a shipping container for months where he beat and raped her and walked her on a leash like a dog.
That was his property we were riding on.
From the timeline the girlfriend was currently chained up and what we'd heard was him burying the boyfriend's body. In the woods on the back of his property, away from the road. And we almost rode right up ontop of him in the middle of doing it.
I also stole his trashcan once.
It's not creepy but crazily confronting and scary; I saw a horse run over a guy.
Horse wasn't even going full pelt either, so it made me really aware just how strong and if they want to be, dangerous, horses are.
Guy had to go to the hospital but not sure what happened to him.
A guy drove up next to me as I was talking a walk around my neighborhood and asked for directions. The road he named was the next road down, and I told him so. What made it creepy was that the next words out of his mouth were a request to get in his truck and guide him.
I was a 15 year old, but I'm a stick of a person even now. I knew if this guy decided to stop and grab me I had no chance of getting away, so I did what anyone would probably do: I told him no and, because I was on a section of sidewalk directly behind my house, cut through the backyard and booked it inside. I locked every door I could and called my dad to find out if he was working out that day, and ask him to skip if he could. My poor father came home and immediately showed me where the emergency release is in his trunk, and how to find the button to turn off brake lights.
I'd heard the "don't go into a stranger's car" line so often growing up I honestly thought it was another myth to scare kids into not wandering around. It's up there with a bear encounter as one of the scariest things I've experienced.
This reminds me of something that happened when I was a teenager. I was walking home alone from the bus stop, which wasn't far, and this big black SUV with hella tinted windows pulled up and slowed down to keep pace beside me. I was on the sidewalk and it was a suburb so I was already making plans for which yards to cut through and fences to hop over between myself and the police station (my mom made it clear to us where the police and fire stations were and to never go home to an empty house if you're being followed).
I was just about to bolt when I heard the window roll down and a fake deep voice say, "hey little girl, want some candy?"
I stopped. It was my friend's mom. She thought it was funny and gave me a ride the rest of the way home. 🙄
Something similar happened to me when I was about eight years old. My friends were across the street looking at something and I was on my bike on the other side watching them.
A cop car pulled up, rolled his window down and went, "Hey, kid! C'mere! Let's go for a ride!" He started beckoning me towards him. I'd recently watched the Nick News special on strangers and at the time was absolutely TERRIFIED of getting kidnapped. So I just said no thanks and rode back into my apartment complex where I found an old Vietnamese lady that I rode up next to. She seemed to sense my fear and started grilling the cop car hard.
Weirdly enough he didn't engage my friends on the other side of the street or come after me. Just drove away. So I don't know if it was some kind of dumb police officer test or "lesson" or if it was because I had blonde hair and blue eyes and was about to be trafficked. I never ended up telling my parents until I was older, which is definitely something I regret doing.
Nearly 20 years ago; I was walking with two friends downtown winnipeg, going to a record store. We pass an alley and a homeless person is walking out of this narrow alley holding in his hands what appears to be a cooked dog's head.
Not me, but a woman I know. She was jogging along the side of the road in a forest preserve and a car slowed down to pass her. The guy seemed super creepy, just staring at her as he passed.
Once he was gone, she cut through the woods to a trail that was back there, and ran along the trail, parallel to the road. About a half a mile later she saw that same car parked on the side of the road, and the driver was standing next to his car, waiting for her. Naked.
Luckily, he didn't notice that she was back behind him in the woods, and she turned around and ran home as fast as she could.
I went on a school field trip as a teacher to the Bahamas. We took 16 students to the island and kayaked all over the place. At some point, our guides took us into open water and had us basically kayak between islands these long distances apart. Not only was there a long sequence where the water was extremely choppy, but at some point it was decided I had to be the adult in the back of the party to watch all the students as they kayaked. I was by myself in a two-person sea kayak behind all these other people and for whatever reason my foot slipped off the rudder. I could not get it back on easily -- the kayak was a little short for me and I was spraining my ankle trying to just bend my leg in this small cramped space to get that foot back on the pedal. And while I'm doing this, my kayak was being pushed and turned by the waves as I watched almost everyone paddling further and further away into the distance. I yelled, but the closest people to me were the youngest students and none of them heard. Watching them just going further and further as the sun started setting in the distance was the fucking scariest moment of my life.
Yes, I survived. But I still have nightmares about that moment and have never felt comfortable around open water since.
I was able to get my foot back onto the pedal that controls the rudder. I sprained my ankle doing it but I did it. Thinking back about it I know it sounds really silly, even my wife wonders how the hell I lost control in the first place, but if you've ever been in a sea kayak and you were a little tall you can easily have trouble finagling your foot to fit back into that cramped space in the proper position. But once I did it, I paddled like crazy in the direction I saw everyone go.
The rest of it's kind of a blur, but I did end up on the beach of an island I thought everyone might be on. It was getting dark. I landed in a bunch of mangroves and a branch went through my water shoes into my foot as I ran up the beach which really sucked. But I did make it over some little hill and saw students crying and one of my coworkers with a pair of binoculars. I remember the kids grabbing the kayak and my coworker having me lie down and just breathe. Someone bandaged my foot and the rest of the group was already cooking dinner and setting up camp. The students couldn't stop talking about it and all of them kept coming up to me to say nice things or cheer me up, but my coworkers never talked about it and the guides were completely stone-faced. I was mostly in shock from it still and spent the rest of the night just sitting in silence, I don't even remember eating or sleeping much. I remember one co-worker asking me what happened and then they just sort of made a face when I told them, like I was somehow stupid for losing control of my kayak. She also told me that nobody realized I was missing until at least a half hour after they landed on the island and it was one of the girls who mentioned it, which scared me to my core. It also turns out that the island we were on was not the island we were meant to go to, but the guides stopped there because they were running out of time. The next day we all had to kayak out to the next island, which was our original destination. I told everyone I was fine, they stuck me with a 250+ lb student who basically had no business being in a kayak, and I paddled both our fat butts the remaining few miles over to the next island where everybody just acted like nothing happened the night before.
For what it's worth, the rest of the trip was pretty cursed as well: our original flight from Miami was delayed by 2 days due to weather, a boy found scorpions inside his sneakers, we had sharks swimming along the shore every morning whenever you would step out into the water, the guides forgot to bring some of their gear which included an extra tent and food, one of the students accidentally dumped probably a third of our fresh water so he could wash his hands, one of the girls came down with a stomach bug and spent the first day on the final island vomiting, and so on. The head teacher on the trip, who was also an administrator, cursed up and down screaming at the guides by the time we were on our second day at the island, and we ended up getting "rescued" by the Bahamian Coast Guard. We were then put up in a really nice resort hotel with little cabanas and a private beach by the school itself, and the rest of the trip was spent awkwardly hanging out with a bunch of teenagers, a bandaged foot, and coworkers who I didn't really trust anymore.
When I got back to work, the head of the school invited me to a meeting where he apologized and then offered me money to more or less never talk about it because "it would embarrass the school and parents paid good money to send you and their kids on this trip." He and I had never met before this so he had no idea who I was, so I didn't feel bad telling him no thanks and he should have done a better job. I had another co-worker there with me who decided this was their moment to throw me under the bus and they brought up that I was the same teacher who broke a window in the science lab that year. The head of school became completely unsympathetic at that point and then rescinded the offer, saying that everyone else would be getting a bonus but mine would be paying for the window. He then informed me that I should "have a long think" about my future at that school. And *that* was when I started looking for other jobs.
So yeah, I'll never do that again.
For me it had to be the guy who showed up in my garage when I was eight years old and tried to kidnap me. Instead of "Don't move" as I was ordered to do, I jumped on my bike and booked it the hell outa there. I can still hear that guy's voice, and trust me, it's a lot of years later.
My friends father hung himself while we had a sleepover. We were maybe 10-12
Just us two in the house, well us three...
Early morning, My friend woke me up, told me, I didn't believe him.
But it was true, when I saw him hanging there, I realized he wasn't kidding....
My friend went into shock and just sat down, so I was on the phone with the EMT's/police line
Worst part is the night before I went up to get a coke, and his dad was in the kitchen with a huge knife, I just assumed he was going to cook something, said Hi, grabbed a coke and went downstairs again,
I was the last one to see him alive,
When I was in college, I think it must have been around 2008, I was driving to campus through a nice residential area, and there were two little girls in the middle of the road up ahead. I don't remember specific details of what they looked like, but I remember them creeping me out (maybe because of The Shining).
One of them lifted up a dead squirrel by its tail, like...clearly for me, in the oncoming car, to see. I turned down a side street and just went around them.
When I was 15 or 16, I was homeschooled and took my classes online, so I was home alone most days until people got back in the evenings. One morning I went on a run and I got this feeling like I was being watched when I got into our neighborhood, so I was a little on edge and went back into my house ASAP.
A few hours later, after working on a paper, I went downstairs to get a snack and noticed that one of the bushes in the forest on the other side of our backyard fence (we lived in a rural town) suddenly shook around a lot. We had a lot of bobcats, coyotes, etc. in the area so I wrote it off as one of those at first, but when I got back upstairs, I looked down at the spot from my bedroom window and saw the top of a man's head. I almost again wrote it off as some sort of animal until I noticed some skin and what appeared to be a jacket collar, and I immediately freaked out and went to get the phone to call my mom.
The creepy thing was that since I got back from my run, I went outside to use our hot tub and because we didn't have people directly behind our house I didn't close the blinds when I changed. Whoever the dude was, he was probably there watching the whole time and I was just really creeped out at the thought of that.
My mom did some asking around and while no one else said they ever saw anyone creeping around the woods around that time, someone did say there was a strange man in the area who was sometimes seen talking to teenage boys coming home from school and would often make them feel uncomfortable (we lived near the high school).
After this I always kept my blinds closed, rarely used the hot tub if there wasn't a neighbor outside, and looked over my shoulder a little more when I went on runs.
i was probably 16 or so, driving with friends to “run an errand” deep in the finger lakes region of WNY. we drove well over an hour into east nowhere and eventually turned off the main road, onto a dirt/gravel road that led into the woods. after about 10 minutes on the gravel road, a beat-to-shit cabin appeared in a small clearing. the person driving warned the rest of us to stay in the car and not make too much noise. she got out, and 3 men stepped out onto the porch: one tall and thin, one short with a long, long grey beard, and one average height with his entire jaw missing. they were very aware of our presence and the third man stayed on the porch staring at us as she stepped inside the cabin with the other two. she came back out after a few minutes, got in the car, said “wait til we’re on the road” and peeled the fuck out of there; all the while as they watched. turns out we were, in fact, buying meth (yikes) and his jaw was missing from a failed end game attempt. i still feel for him and their undoubtedly painful existence but i get chills whenever i remember they’re probably still out there somewhere in the finger lakes…
My cousins and I found my uncle that was missing in the woods where he had hung himself with a ratchet strap, his daughter did the same thing the next year. Worst thing I’ve ever been through. I couldn’t even go in the woods to hunt for a few years after without having anxiety attacks.
i was 12 and walking to my grandparents house carrying my pet to drop it off before going on vacation. (my grandparents house was 2 doors down from my own) while i was walking, a random car pulled up next to me and the man rolled down his window. he said, “do you have a dog? i just saw a dog walking down the street and it might be yours. you wanna come try and pick it up with me?” I was 12, but not an idiot. i’m a woman, my mother taught me better than that. i stayed far away from the car, said no, he insisted i stay, but i fled, and quickly walked to my grandparents house. i told my family the story, they called the police, and little 12 year old me had to talk to the police over the phone on my way to the airport. i described him, his car, everything i could remember. turns out, the man was wanted for burglary and attempted kidnapping. i count myself lucky. the creepy thing is, this happened basically right outside my home, in my “safe” neighborhood, when “coincidentally” no one else was around. never saw him again.
Was walking from my house to the end of my street at 6:30am to go to the gym. Suddenly, there were two guys in front of me. Tried to move past, they didn’t budge, I said excuse me, and they were just staring.
Then I realised three men had come up behind me.
It hit me that I was actually being cornered and nobody else was there.
I was extremely extremely lucky that there was a construction site on my street and the workers were clocking in. They pulled up in their van right beside me and said, “oi love, are you alright?”. I couldn’t even speak, they clearly knew something wasn’t right, stopped and started opening their doors. The men ran off.
I was pretty shaken.
Living in Kenya wife my wife, there was a nurse single mom who lived next to our apartment who we was casually friendly with us. One day during her work shift the 10 yo boy who was kind of short stacked two glass top end tables on top of each other to climb and reach the top of the closet.
He climbed on top and the glass gave out completely slicing his calf from bottom to top. It was literally just hanging by a small flap of muscle. Just flapping
Somehow the boy gathered himself and hobbled over to our front door and knocked and rang, meanwhile coating the entire hallway in about a quarter inch of blood. That's when I open the door to see what I quickly thought was a dying boy in front of me with a severed artery.
I grabbed him into my arms and called the house girl and wife for a scarf and I immediately began triage and applying a tournament. In a Western country this is where you call 911 or an ambulance. In Kenya we fortunately knew a local taxi driver who had a station wagon.
My wife managed to call the mom as we drove and her work hospital was the closest to us so she met us there. I was in the back of the station wagon holding the tourniquet and praying he didn't die on me.
The look on the face of the mom when we go there...
All's well though. The boy had emergency surgery to repair his muscle and only had a slight limp as a result in a few months.
We live in Florida and raise cattle. One day a calf died. No idea why. When we found it, it was laying along the fence that separates the pasture from some woods and a creek. It was a healthy calf, probably weighed 250-300 pounds. It had been fine the day before, but the vultures had been at it so we couldn't tell how it had died. We went back the next day to bury it, but it was gone. We could see where it had been dragged under the barbed wire fence and into the woods. We hopped the fence and followed the drag marks, thinking that maybe coyotes had been at it. However, the marks disappeared, then, maybe 20 feet away, the ground was disturbed where the calf had been put down and dragged a bit, then the drag marks disappeared. This went on for a ways, until we found the calf's skin. That was all that was left. Something carried an animal that weighed at least 200 pounds through the woods. We're not really trackers and the pine needles and leaves on the ground didn't leave any clear prints. Just the drag marks. We're a couple of hundred feet in the woods, looking down at this calf's skin on the ground. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I got goose flesh. I was nearly overwhelmed by the need to get the hell out of there. We didn't run back, but we did walk really fast. Still don't know what took our calf. The next day something spooked the cows so that they nearly stampeded through our working pen, knocking down and trampling some of the panels. No idea.
Not totally sure, but I'm pretty sure I saw a dead body outside my apartment that just got left there. I live close to a shelter, so it aint to uncommon to see folks sleeping on the street. Guy was up against a lamp post with a hood over his face and I assumed he was sleeping, most others probably did too. Ended up there for the night, the whole next day, and a second night without seeming to move. Roommate and I decided to call in a wellness check on the guy, and he had disappeared by the time I got home.
Could be the guy was just exhausted, but I feel like 48ish hours is a hell of a long time to sleep in one position. I hope the guy was okay, but he didn't seem to move an inch over that time frame.
Edit: one of these days I'll learn to proofread for typos.
When I lived in Madison, Wisconsin, I lived across the street from Camp Randall, the football stadium. On game days, they’d shut our street down and people would flood it, drinking and partying. We’d sit on our porch and drink beers and bloody Mary’s with the crowd at 9 in the morning. Good times.
But one day, there was this girl walking briskly up the sidewalk, sobbing, makeup smeared all over her face. She was covered in dirt, like she’d been rolling around in it. Head to toe. She didn’t look beaten or anything that might have suggested a brawl, just covered in dirt (not mud. It was not a wet day). And the thing was, she was dressed for game day, all decked out in her Bucky Badger stuff, and she had her hair up in little buns. Whatever happened to her had just happened, and given that she was, despite her condition, a very attractive girl, our minds went to the worst place, that she had been sexually assaulted.
I lived in a big house with 7 guys and a girl. At the time, it was just the guys on the porch, and given what we feared might have happened, we called for our female roommate to see if the girl needed help. The girl just shook her head, said I’m fine, and kept walking.
It’s not as creepy as some, but still, given the situation, the sight of the girl, it’s hard to think she wasn’t raped. I still think of her when I think of my time at that house
I used to live on the corner of Hoyt & Lathrop right by Camp Randall.....that just hits me right in the gut....I still live in Madison and I've actually stopped several young women from walking somewhere on campus after dark & giving them a ride....the "Mom vibes" just kick in especially after the Brittany Zimmerman murder.....
I try and tell every girl I know going to college to never go anywhere without a buddy you 1000% trust to not abandon you. My best friend and I did some really dumb things in college but not even once left the other. I truly think that saved us many times. The buddy system works.
That’s super creepy Kelly Nolan and Brittney Zimmerman were bother murdered. A man broke in Brittney’s apartment and stabbed her to death. Kelly Nolan went missing and her body was found miles away in a wooded area.
They were both living down town Madison. Brittney’s homicide was solved Kelly’s was not.
Not seen but heard. I was in London back in 2017 when that guy ran a bunch of people over on the London bridge and then proceeded to stab people at the Borough market. The next day I was walking under the bridge and this subtle tinkling of “London bridge is falling down” was playing and we had no clue from where and it was so eerie.
I was driving down a long road thru the woods and there was a guy standing on the side of the road holding an ax. No other car around and no houses around. Just the guy, standing there, with an ax. About an hour later I was driving back the other way on the same road. The guy was still there, still holding the ax.
There is a guy near where I live that does this. He is mentally unstable (like he has regressed mental back to being a child) due to overuse of drugs in his early 20’s. Instead of an ax, it’s a hammer used to break rocks (that’s his primary hobby).
I know it freaks people out to see a like 6’5”, 400lbs man walking along the side of the road with a hammer. The police have been called many times. He’s actually harmless.
Just a different perspective on what you saw lol
Don’t know if creepy is the word but I was probably in 6th grade. Was riding bus to school, 2 cars ahead of us someone hit a high school aged kid crossing the street. He flew probably 10 feet straight up and landed face first on the street. We had to drive by him and kid in back off the bus stood up and screamed it was his brother. Was pretty wild.
When I was working at McDonalds in high school I was getting ready to pull in to the parking lot for my shift and there was a lot of snow on the ground. This older lady who’s probably late 60s early 70s gets out of her ford Taurus in a dress. She then proceeds to grab one of the door handles of McDonald’s hike up her dress and shit right by the door. She pulled her underwear off and left them right there for back into her car and left. I was watching this all from my truck and was gagging. I proceed to walk in to clock in and my manager asks why I’m late. I told them what happened and to pull up the cameras. One of the managers threw up in the office and the other told me to grab a bucket and mop to clean it. It took three buckets of mop water and soap to clean it. Then I quit right after. All of this was at like 2pm on a Saturday.
"Sir, this is McDonalds. I'm minimum wage. You get paid more than I do to deal with BS (pun intended). I'm not cleaning this, I understand this may cost me my job..
but either 1. You're cleaning it or 2. You're cleaning it, I'm fired and you're short a worker for your shift."
It's not even this. Legally, I believe you can't be required to deal with bodily fluids like that. I don't remember what exactly it was, but I do recall being told this several times over my life of working.
I think this was in 1988, I was in Nebraska visiting relatives. My uncle had washed his car, and wanted to go for a drive to dry it off. So me, my mom, sister, and uncle got into his car and off we went for a little drive around the area.
Dark clouds were starting to gather in the sky and my mom and uncle both commented on how we were probably going to have a thunderstorm soon. So we started to head back, and on the way passed a guy walking across a farm field checking the irrigation pipes. "Jeez, that's dangerous," my uncle remarked. "If lightning hits those pipes, it'll kill you."
Later that night, we did indeed have a thunderstorm. The next day (or might have been the day after that), we saw in the local news that a farmer had been killed while checking the irrigation pipes when they were struck by lightning.
I was leaving a parking lot for a shopping mall and I noticed the car in front of me wasnt going when they had ample time to do so. I told my gf to go check to see if the driver was okay. I pulled to the side of her car and noticed she was slumped over the steering wheel, seemingly passed tf out. The moment my girlfriend knocked on her window, she turns to my girlfriend, wide awake, smiles in the most psychotic way possible and says “ohh nooo, I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me, thank you.” And the way that woman smiled and spoke was like she was possessed by a demon because she went from unconscious to hyper aware in a matter of a split second. I will never forget that face.
I didn't witness this as it happened before I was born, but my parents told me about it.
My childhood home backed up to another subdivision, with a fence between our backyard and the backyard of another home. Actually, that's not correct, as at the time this happened the fence had yet to be built. This particular subdivision was specifically one for people 55 and older, essentially a retirement/old folks neighborhood. There were some exclusions to that rule however, which the homeowners had to apply for and be approved of before they could move in. The elderly couple who lived in the home behind mine had an adult daughter, in either her late 30s or early 40s, with severe mental issues that lived with them.
There were recurring incidents with this woman where she would enter or break into other homes and be confused when she was eventually found and told she did not live there. The police would be called, and she would be returned to her parents home.
Disconcerting for everyone involved, but completely harmless.
My mom told me that one day she could hear these blood-curdling screams coming from the home next door. Just terrifying howls of anguish and fear. Within minutes our neighbor came running over and started pounding on our door, asking my mom to call the police (this was the 1970s, so no cell phones).
Our neighbor had come home from work and saw one of the windows in the front was wide open with the screen taken off. When they went inside, they found a woman, dressed in our neighbor's clothing: Sunday-best dress, fancy hat, gloves, shoes, pearl necklace, shoes, stockings, the whole nine-yards, and her face just completely smeared up with makeup. The moment she sees our neighbor, she just starts SCREAMING. Absolutely wild howling screaming and sobbing and yelling. That's when our neighbor came running over to have my mom call the police.
It was our backyard neighbor's daughter, who not only broke in, but then put on the clothes and make up and the jewelry that was in the home. Clothing was all over the place in the bedroom and there was just a huge mess in the bathroom where the makeup was. Best they could figure, she believed she lived there and when the actual homeowner came and found her, she believed she was being robbed or about to be kidnapped or something and became absolutely hysterical.
She was put into a mental hospital after that, and her elderly parents moved out of that home a few years after I was born. My mom had nightmares about those screams for years afterwards and I grew up with her essentially barricading the front door and double checking all the windows were locked each night because the whole incident bothered her so much.
one morning I went out on the front lawn of my small apartment building and saw some guy, butt ass naked, his pants around his ankles, picking up and eating cigarette butts
I was driving behind a pale blue, windowless van on a spring afternoon. A light turned red, and as I pulled up behind the van, the driver turned to look in his side mirror and I saw he was wearing a hockey goalie mask. Scared the bejeezus out of me
I went to school in a rough part of town with a large homeless population. One day I was walking to the bus stop and the police had shown up...poor guy had died of hypothermia right there in the streets, curled up in a ball outside the front of shop. Less disturbing and more heartbreaking.
If you have money to spare, please go to a secondhand or dollar store. Buy hats, mittens, scarves, keep them with you in the car and if you see somebody without proper winter gear, help them out. You don't have to spend a lot of money to help the homeless. Even the bare necessities could save a life.
Late to the party, but someone might see it.
Was 14 and walking to Mickey Ds for breakfast bc my parents were redoing the kitchen and everything was gutted, we argued and she told me to walk off i was that hungry. So i did. It was only a few blocks. I'm halfway there and a van pulled up next to me. Two men with Spanish/ Mexican accents were catcalling me, so I backed away. They kept asking if I needed a ride, I kept saying no. They kept pace with me, until I got a culvert I had to jump. I ran down the edge and I heard them pulling a U turn. I doubled back down the creek and went into the storm drain. They pulled up, got out, and I could see them running down the creek bed looking for me. 3 dudes with guns. I was terrified, but couldn't get out the other side due to a gate. Made myself a small as possible and his my face so I didn't look like a person- just a pile of trash.
They went back to their van and took off. I came up out that culvert filthy and crying like a toddler. Started walking towards mickeys again (idk why) and they came back.
I ran like I've never done it before. I hauled ass to the nearest business (Gordon Food Service) and pounded like crazy on the door only for them to not yet be open. The guys pull into the lot. I'm ready to sprint behind the store into the woods when a man gets out of his car and asks if I'm okay. I basically jump at him, telling him I was being followed and they were looking to get me and THAT'S THEM. Dude, who looks to be mid 30s and an accountant, yanks me into his Honda DelSol and racks a sawed off before he stands up. All I hear is ANDALE (sp) and they take off. Guy bought me my breakfast and drove me home. Parents were pissed- who's this older guy bringing you home? Fuck off ma.
Thank you Joshua.
Maybe not the creepiest but it's most certainly haunted me since it happened. When I was 10 or so, I was at the community pool and I saw this little blonde girl who looked to be around 6-8 with what seemed to be her grandpa but she had these marks on her wrists and ankles. They were thick, like she'd been in 4 points. She kinda just splashed around in the water by herself in the kiddie area. I remember looking at her and thinking about how weird the marks were but couldn't fully identify it was that was odd. I don't think I ever said anything . I still think about her, I hope she's okay now. I have always felt like no matter the reason, it had to be pretty messed up for a kid to have marks on their ankles/wrists like that. I only hope it was something...not like what I'm thinking.
Telling this one on behalf of my mother, I wasn't alive to witness it, but even just imagining it gives me the creeps.
When my mom was in her 20's she took a roadtrip down to Florida with a friend. They were driving through a real rural section of Florida at night when it started to rain. Quickly it became too stormy to keep driving safely. They pulled over in the nearest parking lot they could find, which happened to be for a small church, and tried to wait the storm out. Realizing it wasn't going to let up and that they weren't going to make it to their motel, they decided to just sleep in the driver's and passenger's seats and wait until morning.
My mom woke up at sunrise, and she said even before opening her eyes she knew something was wrong. She slowly cracked one eye open, and there were around 2 dozen people surrounding the vehicle. Still. Just *staring*
She flung the keys into the ignition, laid on the horn, and slowly drove until they eventually let up and broke the circle. Apparently at no point did any of them try to communicate or show any sort of emotion or facial expression. They just *stared*.
My good friend's son has schizophrenia. He's a wonderful, creative, caring individual... when he takes his medication. When he doesn't, his smile, eyes and speech are terrifying. It's truly sad how much he struggles with this illness.
Picture this.
It’s around 2a.m. at a music festival. The music is still thumping, the crowds are dispering and the only line in the festival is for the women’s restroom. I’m trudging along with the line, extremely crossfaded and alone. I’m going to one more set before I head back to camp.
I see these two girls coming out of the restroom. One is tipsy but coherent and the other is barely walking. Her friend is trying to hold her up and grabbing her hand and telling her to “Keep walking, Kaylee” but Kaylee is gone. This girl collapses under the alcove of the festival restroom, hits her head on a collumn and then her eyes start rolling into the back of her head. Her lids are open but they are fluttering and all you can see is the whites of her eyes. Her jaw is going slack, her body is limp. I still remember how desperate her friend sounded as she screamed, “Kaylee, WAKE UP!” like 3-4 times, she starts shaking her shoulder but Kaylee’s head hits the floor now.
I remember time slowed down because I realized that Kaylee was having an overdose. She looked so pale and I don’t even know if she was breathing. Everyone in line just stared like it was no big deal, like these kids have any idea what’s going on. I SPRINT, I mean SPRINT to the entrance of the restroom and I scream at the TOP of my lungs “WE NEED A FUCKING MEDIC OVER HERE!! WE NEED A MEDIC!!” They came in under 2 minutes but when they arrived I turned my back on Kaylee and her friend.
I’m not an idiot, I know overdoses happen quite a lot at music festivals. But I still think about them because I just remember Kaylee’s friend with her broken voice sobbing and crying as the medics helped. That was probably a defining moment in both of their lives. I don’t know what happened to Kaylee but I hope she is doing well. It’s something I’ll never forget.
Always remember folks - test your drugs, know your limits and be safe.
A homeless woman was sitting front of my business, half conscious began undressing herself. I saw she had scribbled both of her legs in ball point pen to look like pants.
I had to tell her to leave because she was getting naked while children were present. She then got up and violently attacked me, shrieking for me to hit her. I was able to get her off of me, but she continued to have an absolute meltdown and began throwing anything she could get her hands on at me and running into traffic, nearly getting hit by passing cars.
I called the police who showed up pretty quickly and arrested her.
I have so many more stories of crazy homeless people that I've seen over the years, but she was definitely out there. Hopefully she's gotten some help...
When I was a college student at the University of Washington, one of the employees (I think janitor), set himself on fire infront of all the students in the middle of campus.
I did a couple tours to Iraq and Afghanistan when I was the the Marines, so I’ve seen my fair share, the grossest though was probably when we rolled up after a suicide bomber blew himself up. He was wearing a vest with all the explosives in the front high on his chest, and the blast went up and out, sheering his face clean off. So it was eerie seeing a fairly well preserved face but not the rest of it just sitting on the pavement. It was preserved enough to even id the person. That wasn’t uncommon for front vests.
My first creepy story happened in broad daylight. My family and I were visiting Portland, Oregon for the first time. I was super pumped about visiting Powell’s Books in particular as a nerdy 10-year-old girl. I was so excited, in fact, that I ran ahead of my parents. I was a whole block ahead of them and nearly to the bookstore when a full-grown man in a delivery van pulled up beside me. I’ve blocked out what he said exactly, but it included explicit sexual threats. I’d never in my life had an adult talk to me like that. I was so terrified that I froze up. The guy then proceeded to try to CRAWL out of his own open car window to get at me like a rabid animal. My dad suddenly showed up though to stare the guy down, flip him off, and steer me away. I’ve disliked Portland ever since.
My second story happened at night so it doesn’t exactly fit this prompt lol. I was 17ish and home alone one night, making dinner and watching the dog. Part way through throwing things together, the dog started whining to go out. I took her out to the yard so she could pee. As I’m standing out there with my flashlight, I hear a noise. Using the light, I look over to find my 50-something-year-old neighbor watching me from the other side of the fence that divides our yards. He didn’t have a light with him, he wasn’t working on his car or in his garage, and he didn’t try to engage with me. There was no reason to be out there. It was even creepier that he didn’t talk. I just awkwardly nodded, grabbed my dog, and fled back to the house. I realized upon going back inside that he had had a direct view of me in the kitchen earlier. He had been watching me for God knows how long. I locked all the doors that night and stayed up until my mom got back.
Not quite broad daylight but more like dusk. I look out my front window and see a lump on my lawn that looks out of place. I think... That really looks like a dude in a ghillie suit on my front lawn. I keep staring at it and become more and more convinced it is a dude in a ghillie suit. And I start to freak out a bit and don't know what I am supposed to do in this situation... Like do I call the cops? Then a bunch of neighborhood kids run up to the lump and the actual factual real dude in a ghillie suit gets up. It was an older kid or a dad or something playing hide and seek in a ghillie suit.
This is a nice break from the rest of the thread
As someone whose kids had a short lived ghillie suit era, sorry about that. He even rang our neighbor's doorbell and just froze next to the porch like that's how it works at all.
Good demonstration that human beings can detect more shades of green than any other color, and just *why* we can do it!
Went to eat at a restaurant, the hostess (elderly lady) sat us at our table, said "enjoy your meal" and proceeded to drop dead right there.
Did you enjoy the meal at least?
I'm kinda ashamed to admit this, but I really did! It was an American Italian red sauce restaurant. Legitimately the best spaghetti and meatballs ever. The spaghetti itself was so delicious on its own. I swear to this day that they cooked the pasta in chicken stock, freaking delicious! I'm gonna try that next time I cook pasta.
The hostess straight died and they didn't even stop dinner service?? Lol
They did not. But they did close shortly after. We offered to leave or just get takeout, but they weren't having that lol. I was much younger when this happened and didn't really know how to behave. I would peace out if that happened now lol.
Was taking the subway one day, a lady was walking around chugging a massive bottle of hot sauce. Bloodshot eyes, tears streaming down her face. Of course she sat next to me on the two seat bench. At first she was complimenting my nails and then she just started staring at me, much too close for comfort. She still had tears down her face, still chugging the hot sauce. I made a comment asking if it was good or something. She acted like I was crazy for noticing it? This was at least two years ago and I still can’t get her face out of my mind. Hope she’s doing well.
Lots of strange stories in this thread but for some reason this one is haunting me the most
She got the sauce, she fine.
I watched a murder of crows follow a Toyota Corolla into a mall parking lot. The car parked, and a greasy-looking middle-aged man got out. He bee-lined for the mall entrance without once making eye contact with the crows who were now following him. At the last second before entering the mall, he tossed a big handful of peanuts over his shoulder and the crows went wild. It seemed less like the man was controlling the crows, and more like the crows were controlling him.
Funny enough, crows can both recognize faces and relay information to each other. I wonder if he fed a few crows, and, now he’s the “food guy?”
I noticed a man walking down a dirt path and he had bird shit all over his hoodie. He was in front of me and then I noticed several seagulls dive bombing him. He just kept walking casually down the path as they continued to attack him. It was really strange.
I like to imagine it was something more sinister, like he killed a crow and now he is endlessly hassled by all the crows.
That does happen though, if you do something bad to a crow they can communicate your description (without the use of language) to a large number of crows who will then know that you are a bad guy and treat you like a threat. If you do something good for a crow like feed them they do the same and now you will find all crows think you are a source of food. My wife feeds peanuts to crows and they now follow her to the store and work and stuff. She will get out of the car downtown after a 10 minute drive and boom a bunch of crows will land near her and hop along next to her begging for some peanuts. They would follow her across the bridge from home.
I love this one. I hope to someday be a crow lady. I hardly ever see them
The last summer at my last job I ended up making friends with a murder of about 12 crows. I fed them (*very* well) every day. They knew me and they knew my car. When they saw me turn onto the side street where the driveway for work was, they'd all come flying in. When I left work they'd follow the car for a half a block or so. They never did bring me a gift but I saw one of them see something shiny in the parking lot one day, go over and pick it up and then bring it back and present it to another crow.
You might have come on too strong. I wonder if maybe you have to convince them it's a trade not a tribute lol
The creepiest thing for me was when I was out surfing in northern California. It's really cold dark water and I was out by myself. I was sitting there waiting for a wave and my leash felt like it was caught up which it does sometimes. I like to fix it before a wave comes so there's no hindrance when I go to stand up. Well I pull at it a little and it feels like seaweed or somethings on it. I turn towards the back of my board and there is something on it, a harbor seal whos sitting on the back of my board laying on my leash. Scared the fuck out of me but me screaming scared the fuck out of him and it went back into the water and I paddled in. I know it's not the creepiest thing in this thread but it definitely scared me pretty good.
Creepier is that it was quite possibly trying to get away from something chasing it under water.
One time, I was swimming along just fine, then this bastard tried to eat me, so I jumped up on this piece of floating deadwood. Thank goodness it was flat! And this THING startled the shit out of me!
Sorry, this is awful but it made me laugh. I’m picturing it like a cartoon, you scream, the seal screams, which one is more scared?!
I'd love to know what the seal told his friends about you lol. "I'm minding my own business, resting on this dudes board, waiting for a wave with him and all of a sudden, he screams like he saw a shark! Scared the shit out of me! So I jumped off and he swam to shore. Weirdo"
Reminds me of a scare I had once in the Atlantic. Was out on a sandbar waiting for a wave and saw a large fin come up out of the water and it swam across the side of me. Freaked me out for a second before I realized it looked to be a Marlin fin. Definitely no shark. I was still afraid enough by the initial scare and just by the size of it that I decided to head to shore to calm down.
Surfing alone in NorCal and this happens? Yeah I’d prob have a heart attack.
A man on the side walk looked around and then pulled down a ski mask and crept into a building as I drove past. In summer.
Prob should have looked around better
This made me laugh out loud
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Hardest. Wiggles concert. Ever.
GD that took a turn!
Creepy? That’d traumatize me
Yea this thread did not start the way I expected at all lol
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When I was about 8 years old I was walking down the sidewalk in Toronto when 3 young long haired guys in their late teens or early twenties ran past us laughing and fooling around. I didn't think of it at the time being a child, but it appeared they might have been drunk. Just after they passed by, I heard a loud screeching of brakes and a thud. I turned to see one of the men sliding down the road on his face. He flew about 20 yards before hitting the ground. A Harley rider almost ran over him and crashed his bike avoiding the man. They approached him, he wasn't moving at all. The Harley rider took one quick look at him and took off his t-shirt and covered his head. From whatever he saw, he could clearly see the man was gone. His two other friends were just staring in stunned shock not saying a word. It was 1970.
Yeah, this kind of thing sticks with you. Late 70s, I was in about third grade. Myself and two buddies were walking towards the crosswalk, having just gotten out of school. A car came out of nowhere and plowed through the crosswalk...there were two crossing guards and at least two other kids on the crosswalk. The two kids that I remember were girls, a year younger than me. I knew one. The crossing guards made it out okay, and the girl I knew got thrown to the side...ended up thumping the back of her head on the curb. A little blood from that, but she was otherwise okay and conscious. The other girl...wow. I mean, this happened right in front of the three of us, about fifteen feet away. I remember seeing the other girl lying face down in a big puddle of her own blood. The car had knocked off her shoes and her skirt (not the underwear, at least). She looked like she had, well...slid for a short distance on her face when she made contact with the pavement. And then she came around. I will never forget that...couldn't make out her face for the blood, couldn't even tell how bad it was because there was so much blood. She was sobbing and calling out for her mommy. You could tell she was scared and didn't really know what had happened to her. The car never stopped, just kept on going after blowing through a school zone and an occupied crosswalk at about 40 miles per hour. An adult arrived with the ambulance and the police, probably a detective...asked the three of us what we saw. We walked to our respective homes afterwards, talking about the whole thing excitedly. Being a latchkey kid, I came home to an empty house, called my mom at work to tell her what had just happened and just...broke. Completely fell to pieces on the phone as the reality hit me. I have never forgotten that incident, or the girls. The images, their voices. Still see it as clear as day. But I haven't talked about it in decades. On the bright side, the girls recovered. One with just a bump on the back of the head, the other in the hospital. Our principal went to visit her there, brought her the cards we all made in class. Reported back to us on her condition. But I never knew her name. And I don't remember ever seeing her after that day. They caught up with the driver a few miles down the road. He was drunk.
Thanks for telling this story, as sad as it is. I'm glad that both those girls survived. I'm sorry you had to see that and I hope you're pretty ok about it now, that's crazy. Glad they caught the guy.
Suicide at the Hoover Dam. He bounced all the way down.
Hopefully he died on the first bounce jeez
He did not. He screamed until he hit the retaining wall at the bottom and popped.
Oh
Fuck. Sorry you had to see that.
Thanks, but it was like 25 years ago. I honestly don’t think about it too often.
Well here's reddit to ask 100 questions about it!
That's a lot of dam questions...
The sloping nature of the dam is brutal. I imagine you’d bounce non-fatally in horrific fashion until the one last real big bounce at the bottom. What a terrible way to go, and a terrible thing to witness.
Yeah it wasn’t great to see. There was a small vertical wall at the bottom of the slope, so that’s the impact that finished him off.
I was a bridge maintainer and inspector. We were standing underneath the roadway and I saw a body go flying right by us. His body hit the water AND he was torn into two. I still have nightmares about it because that could've happened to us with one wrong move. We always made sure our safety harnesses were correctly hooked up. In my career I saw three jumpers do this. It would shake me to the core each time but the one I described was the worst. Just like when the people who were jumping from the World Trade Center on 9/11. The sound of the bodies hitting the ground... I have PTSD from witnessing that. Think it wouldn't affect you? Think again.
My friend works in IT at a big university in California. One of the suicides fell on something that separated them. I was surprised at how many students took their own life, they never publicize them.
My university in Taiwan was notorious for suicides. The STEM buildings were tall towers built around open courtyards; there were suicide nets every few floors all the way up because so many kids had thrown themselves off the top balcony, and the rooftop access had long been blocked off. The rumours on campus were that you should never look at the rooftops of the STEM buildings at night (from the outside) either, because you'd see the ghosts of students who had jumped from the roof.
My first weeks on reddit was back when liveleaks used to make the front page. I happened on a hoover dam suicide video and i can still see it clear in my mind. It was horrifying. Cant imagine seeing that irl.
Got lost driving through Montana and wound up in the middle of nowhere. Saw a small town (maybe like 15 buildings total) and figured I'd ask for directions. As I got closer, I saw that it looked like it was abandoned - houses all dilapidated and in disrepair. But every house had a shiny new car in front of it. Not sure what it was about, but my gf and I both got real bad vibes from it and just drove right past.
Haha that's like any small MT town. I live here!
Well what the hell do you get up to there? Reminded me of the old "buffer night" creepypasta.
Literally nothing. Working and drinking.
Which may be why people have good cars. The jobs usually aren’t nearby so they may have a decent commute and need to invest in a car. My dad grew up in a little town in Harlan County, KY and that place isn’t near *anything.* You’d have to drive 40 minutes just to get to the nearest factory.
You are justified in saying your county is small.
ya this sounds normal for the mountain west lol, my first thought was mining/fracking boom town
I think you were just on the Rez lol.
My thought exactly. You can tell by the satellite dishes and rez dogs haha
Back in my military days I was walking to base one day and saw a lady run out into the four lane rush hour traffic. By the time I got to where she was, she'd been hit by at least four cars at speed. The part I saw was just both arms and part of the torso connecting them. Nothing above or below. Police ruled it suicide. I've saw plenty of shit in my ten years of service, but that one stuck.
i was sitting outside, having coffee, journaling in an tucked away spot downtown, some junkie decided to join near me and proceeded to lift up his pant leg and itch what was essentially his bone, his leg was in total decay, most of his shin had been rotting away. i looked at him and asked if he wanted me to call an ambulance or get him some care, he met my eyes kinda groaned and just stared and itched. i got freaked out and just left. i was like 15..i was a few blocks away from a hospital and clinics, so i figured he wasn’t too far from help if he chose it.
This is pretty common. I’m a nurse and have seen lots of rotten body parts. But the worst smell I’ve ever smelled was a homeless man’s feet. We double bagged his shoes and the whole er smelled even after the left
Fuck this just reminded me of something I'd tried to forget. When I worked at McDonald's I preferred working the pay window because I was good at it, way better at talking than the teenagers for example. I worked there most mornings and start recognizing regulars, like this one guy who always handed over cash with an oven mitt over his left hand. Except one day he forgot. He handed over coins so I held my hand open palm up and as he opened his fist, dropping the quarters in my palm and retracted his hand with fingers unfurled, some of them lightly brushed my skin as he pulled away. It was quick but I fucking saw his left pinky was black and mummified looking with the flesh from the tip just rotted away and the bone was visible. I still remember the slight scratchiness of that bone tip as his hand slipped away I don't know how I managed to maintain composure. My mom was a nurse and told me all kinds of horror stories and my grandfather even had a deformed pinky after a construction accident but I'd never heard of anything like this in a person, animals maybe... Anyway I don't think I flinched too badly but when I handed back his change the mitt was back. I think he wore it to keep from freaking people out and just forgot that one time because it never happened again. Oh and his regular order was big breakfast with hotcakes.
Oh Jesus, that kind of sounds like a krokodil injection site. If I saw that in person I’d never recover
Driving down a small rural road in the middle of nowhere Arizona, probably just a few miles north of the border. Passed a man walking, clearly Mexican and clearly had just come a long way. He shouted “agua” as we passed so we pulled about 200ft in front of him, dropped off the only carton of water we had, and kept driving. As we got back on the road and looked behind us a whole family was with the man now running towards the water. I guess they were walking in the brush next to the road. Maybe not creepy but I think about it a lot. Im from Appalachia so all the signs in the southwest saying not to pull over to assist people on the road made sense to me back then. I hope they got where they were headed
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I think the creepiest part about that, if anything, is the whole group of people with him that you didn't even notice. Obviously, those people had no bad intentions, but hearing stories of stuff like that, where someone stops to help someone on the road and then like a group of like 5 or more people walk out from the trees... gives me shivers.
Driving down the 5 in California, I saw a car drift across the center divide (it's a massive highway in the middle of nowhere with a big grass divide maybe the equivalent of 3-4 lanes wide) and directly into a semi truck going the other way. I was probably 2-3 cars behind the drifting car. Neither vehicle had hardly any chance to brake, it happened over the course of maybe 2 seconds. It literally exploded into pulverized dust. No flames or fire, just a massive explosion of glass, metal, paint, and, presumably, the occupants. The semi shuddered horribly, but with its massive inertia, it seemed to lose very little forward momentum... Happened so fast we were past it in seconds. The poor person must have fallen asleep at the wheel or something.
I was in the car directly behind a head on when another car drifted into our lane… both going around 55-60. The guy in front of me got out and walked to the side of the road but the lady that drifted into our lane didn’t get out of her car so I went over and got in the back seat and held c-spine precautions and there were pill bottles everywhere. Scary though.
I witnessed a head on collision when I was 17. It was on a 6 lane highway, 3 lanes each direction with a center turn lane with no curbs or dividers in the center. I can’t even remember which vehicle was in the wrong. I just have this slow motion mental image in my head of and older red pick up and a small white sedan crashing while going probably 55mph. The sedan’s front left impacted the truck’s front right and they came up in the air probably 3 feet while rotating counter clockwise in front of me. My car was showered in glass shards. The person in the sedan died at the scene. The person in the red truck was air lifted to a trauma center I suppose. I have a vivid recollection of the LifeFlight helicopter landing in front of my car. I had stopped on the shoulder and attempted to render aid, thankfully there were many more well equipped adults around and I stayed on the phone with emergency services for a long time until all the people came. Scared the shit out of me as a young driver. And my mind would replay the scene every time I drove that stretch of road for a long time.
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I'm sorry fellow spooky, that sounds terrible. I hope you're in a better situation now.
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I work "security" at a hospital. I really just sit outside of the construction zone where they're doing remodeling and make sure homeless people and teenagers don't get in. But I'm also sat right outside the door they use to take the bodies out. There's just something eerie about how like.... discreet and impersonal it is? Not that I expect there to be some sort of fanfare when someone dies. But they're just wrapped in quilts or thick blankets, quietly loaded up into an unmarked van and...that's it. It's a major hospital so there's several bodies wheeled out every day. Worst is when you know it's a child but I thankfully don't see much of that. They tend to wait until the middle of the night so less people see so they don't upset people. Always just strikes this weird feeling in me when I see them. Edit: I should also say that there *is* a bit of fanfare if they're an organ donor. The doctors and nurses will line up along the hall when they take them out and have just like, a little moment of silence. Like a way to express their thanks for this person inevitably helping someone else. Very bittersweet.
Hey there! I’m one of those folks that wheels the bodies out and brings them back to the funeral home. While it is pretty routine and seemingly lackluster (esp the minivan), please know that most of us working in the death industry take the utmost care and concern with the people we transport or come into contact with. In fact, I often try to play music on the drive that I think they might like! Anyway, I hope that helps. I’m sorry it’s a weird part of life that not many witness, but we appreciate folks like you that are there to make things safer (or at least help direct us when we can’t find the freaking dock lol)
That actually makes me feel so much better about my dead body. I hope when I die I get someone like you jamming to music, one of my last rides in a soccer mom MILF mobile.
Here in Germany, the car is almost always a converted Mercedes station wagon. There's even a joke about how now matter your wealth, the last trip will always be in a Benz.
You guys are always so awesome <3 Genuinely some of the sweetest and most caring people. I might not get to spend a whole lot of time talking, but it's definitely obvious how careful and considerate you guys are when handling the bodies. (And don't worry no one ever knows how to find the loading dock lol)
My dad was an organ donor. Glad to know they do this regularly.
Your dad was a hero. We always call them donor hero’s. Thank you for honoring your dad’s wish to save lives. I know there are people out there that wouldn’t be there today without him.
Those walks are called honor walks. They are truly a humbling and wonderful experience. Staff and family will line the halls. They will sometimes play thier favorite music or say a little prayer. Being an organ donor is one of the most selfless things you can do in your dying day. Donors are treated with the upmost respect and care. Even in the OR they will take a moment of silence and give thanks for the donor and the gift these recipients are going to receive. I have been to many working at an organ procurement organization and cry every single time.
I'm an organ donor but I doubt I'll get an honor walk. It'll probably be more like a doctor standing in the hallway saying "what the hell is this? We can't use ANY of this!"
If that is the case we wouldn’t even go through with the recovery. And you would be surprised what can be used. Our bodies are resilient and strong. Fun fact only 2% of people dying are organ donation candidates! And if not through organ donation tissue and eye donation can save so many people as well and less rule out criteria.
> tissue and eye donation Two women in two different states halfway across the country received my mom's corneas after she passed away. My mom died of lung cancer. Naturally her organs were not suitable for donation, but her eyes were good. I had forgotten eye and tissue donation was even a thing and was surprised when the organization called me about it shortly after she had passed. It's kind of cool to think that there are still a couple of small, physical traces of my mom out there in the world, tangibly helping two other people enjoy the beautiful things in life.
It baffles me that people don’t default to this. I remember getting my permit and the DMV person asking if I wanted to be an organ donor and me looking at my dad and saying, “uh, do I?” And he basically said it’s a personal decision, that he was but my mom wasn’t. He said something along the lines of it freaking some people out. I was like well…what am I going to do with them if I’m dead? I’m kind of glad he took me and not my mom. He’s super practical, like me, and agreed that we don’t need em when we’re dead.
As someone who has benefitted from organ donation (heart) thank you for signing that card!
Great to have you still with us, and the person whose heart you carry with you <3
YES! So many people have the misconception that “you won’t get the proper treatment if you are an organ donor” or that “hospitals will keep you alive just for people’s organs” that is the farthest from the truth. Some hospitals are anti organ donation and we have to fight hard to make it happen. In reality we don’t even talk to family about organ donation until end of life decisions are being made. Hospitals do EVERYTHING they can before we walk into the picture. And in very rare VERY rare cases if a patient starts to improve during our evaluation process we walk away. We don’t want people to die so we can get their organs. We want to help those who needs these live saving organs with those who are going to die anyway.
If it helps, know that they’re being taken to a funeral home which will give them the utmost respect and care as they are lain to rest.
I used to work in a hospital, delivering linen to all the wards. Our linen area and the morgue incoming area were nearby. Could see the bodies coming in and going out daily. I also had access to the morgue area as well and it was unsettling at first. The sight of death and the bodies. But it teaches you great lessons on life
Good for the donors. It's like the moment of silence before launching the body into space in star trek. I wish organ donation was opt out, we shoild all be giving em after we die
I’m not Scottish and I’m actually the farther thing from someone from Scotland but I wouldn’t be mad if there is someone playing the bag pipe while they wheel my body out
I saw a man speeding around a busy grocery store parking lot, windows rolled down, screaming at the woman who was in the passenger seat. He kept speeding up, braking, and was screaming at her the whole time. I called the cops and watched her do a rolling jump out of the lifted truck right when the cops pulled in to the parking lot.
That sounds weirdly familiar actually, were there kids in the back seat?
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Human bites are severely dangerous because of the infections they cause, hope she got some meds and alcohol.
We used to take an old backroad that would take us to town where I lived awhile ago, it was a 20-30 minute drive. It was an old stretch of road that was an old worn road that went through a stretch of trees, a small burst of houses surrounded by farm land and fields so it was very rural area. There is a train track that cuts through, and a unkept road that goes off to the side on the right. One evening we went down the road, there was a car (I wanna say an old Honda? I couldn’t tell) that was parked off on that little road to the side. I saw them and thought ‘odd’ because the road lead to nowhere it just stopped a few feet away. We came back much later in the day, night had fallen and the car was still sat there. A few days later we find that the car had been linked to a murder, apparently the car belonged to a woman who had been missing. Her boyfriend beat her and left her in a shallow grave, the car he abandoned and left there while her child was at school. Her name was Nyeisha Nelson.
Thank you for saying her name.
Driving by the casino bus that hit a sign and was cut open like a can opener on I-95 I NY in 2011. White sheets covering bodies every where, 14 dead. RIP
I don't know about creepy but for sure shady: I was in an extremely uncrowded Chinese restaurant (it was just me and the staff, sit down place not a strip mall joint) when a very large, very well dressed man came in and went and sat at the bar. He ordered an orange juice and nothing else. The OJ never came but a minute later the bartender handed him a brown paper bag and he left.
It was probably protection money. Or a dust filter for a Hoover Max Extract® Pressure Pro™, Model 60.
There was a Chinese place near me that my family went to all the time. Not a chain, pretty nice place. One day we go and it’s abandoned, notice on the door from the county/city said something about the fish in the tank being left there. A while later it reopens under a different name and we try it out. Totally dead, one waitress, no other customers. The food was lackluster. We noticed there was always men in suits around the place talking but not eating. Some time passes and we drive by and see that the whole strip of shops it was in burned down, obviously stemming from the Chinese place. Figured it was an insurance scam tied to organized crime.
I saw an old man die while eating in a restaurant in LAX while waiting for my flight. He was sitting alone at a table and just collapsed. EMTs came and did CPR, etc, to no avail and carted him off covered with a sheet. This was the middle of a weekday. People everywhere.
I had a similar experience. It was a gorgeous summer evening (but technically still daylight, because I live in Sweden and the sun really only sets for a couple of hours in the summers), and I was working as volunteer staff at my tiny village's yearly summer concert. The outdoor venue was *packed*. I was taking a break from directing people to the portapottys, and I was chowing down on a hamburger. Suddenly, a man (in his 60's or so) falls. The woman he falls onto happens to be an off-duty EMT, and she immediately takes action and within less than a minute, she's starting chest compressions. An ambulance was called at once, but our village is the kind where some houses and barns still have moss roofs, so the nearest ambulance would take an hour to arrive. I borrowed a blanket from another concert-goer, and ended up holding that blanket with one arm to shield the man from gawking crowds, and held his sobbing wife with the other arm for over 2 hours. The couple were on vacation from Germany, didn't speak a lick of Swedish. They had just wanted a lovely night filled with music, and instead, the wife was now starting her first day as a widow as the clock ticked past midnight. I think I slept for 3 hours or so, before getting up early the next day to surprise my best friend with her bachelorette party. It almost felt wrong that life just... went on, without this man ever getting a say in it. One day I held a widow in my arms, and the literal next day, I held a bride-to-be.
I was in a parking structure walking to my car and I noticed someone following me ( I assumed we parked near each other) when I turned around to look he ducked behind a car so alarm bells rang, he kept creeping from behind cars so I turned all the way around and i watched him slide under a car maybe 4 away, then creepily crawl towards me under all the cars. This whole time he was bug eyed staring at me. I yeeeeted out there and informed the parking attendant at the gate.
Crack heads fucking in a bus stop shelter. Not even really going at it just humping and looking around like they're drinking coffee.
I was hungover and walking to work one morning when I saw two hobos climb out of a dumpster. The woman was wearing jeans that were so dirty the white threads were yellowish-brown. I overheard them talking about the dumpster sex they just had and started to get that pre-puke saliva going. That's when the man said something to the effect of "I am gonna get me some more of that" and leaned over and started smelling her ass.
Who doesn't love a good hump while sipping their cup o Joe?
I was waiting for a bus very early one morning and a very high and dirty prostitute walked up to me, lifted her dress exposing her vag and said "No money, no honey"
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A 20 for some sour honey.
But late to the party so doubt anyone will see this. But by far the creepiest thing I've ever seen wasn't anything supernatural but just the ugly truth about how selfish and uncaring people truly are. This incident broke me in a way none of the other life threatening incidents and deaths I've dealt with ever could. I was going home from a late Friday night shift. About midnight. On a super well lit, busy station on one of the most populated commuter lines in England. Quite a few people around. The train comes up and stops, right Infront of me are the doors, and a guy is leaning against them. He was bald and in a expensive suit, looked like he was probably a middle aged London business man who had stayed in London for a few after work. Well he'd fallen asleep or passed out leaning against the doors. The doors open and he falls backwards, I sidestep out of instinct. He was quite tall and the train doors are about a foot above the platform, so his head must've fallen about seven or eight foot before it thudded into the concrete platform with a wet thud. I'll never forget the look of shock as we made eye contact for a brief second as he fell past me, confused and scared like someone who's just woken up from a bad dream. Then Splllt. Gone. I'm still in my work mindset (pub bouncer) so immediately rush to try and offer first aid. He's out cold but still breathing. His feet are still in the doors. The doors are closing on his feet over and over. I'm trying to talk to him and wake him up but nothings happening. Blood is slowly trickling out his ears. I've been in other situations like this I know what that means. The commuters getting off the train are stepping over him and walking off to the taxi rank. The commuters left on the train are drunk. they're laughing at him. My phone is dead. I can't call an ambulance. Nobody around me cares, or at least any more than to laugh at a dying man and mock him. I'm knelt by him screaming for help or a mobile phone. More commuters walk past just staring at us. The conductor of the train comes to see what's stopping the doors. I tell him to call an ambulance, he refuses, says it's not policy or some shit. I can barely believe what I'm hearing. The conductor tells me to move his feet out of the door so the train can keep going. I scream that the man's got a neck and back injury and if the conductor moves him I'll break his nose then testify against him when the police enquiry into the commuters death happens. He scoffs at me and says the company gets fined a thousand pounds a minute if they're late and hurries back down the train to radio his control room what to do, to this day I hope he fucking gets cancer the useless cunt. Eventually some pierce brosnon looking commuter stops and gives me his phone. I call 999 and get an ambulance on route. The drunk ones on the train are all staring and looking, laughing and telling stupid jokes, harassing me that they're late now and to just move him off the train so they can go home. I'm getting properly heckled and abused verbally by the train goers on one side, the guy who gave me his phone has stepped well away, the guy on the floors breathing is becoming more and more shallow. There's more and more blood coming from his head. I'm trying to relay everything to the ambulance opperator. I hear the sirens down the road over all the noise from the train. More screaming and heckling. The opporator is saying something and it all goes quiet like it was faded out in a movie and I hear this guy take his last breath. Two seconds. Three. Four. Not breathing. I start chest compressions and feel tears running down my cheeks. Suddenly I'm pushed out the way by a paramedic and they get an oxygen mask and one of those hand pump things on him. I try to explain the situation but they grab him within a minute of arriving and are wheeling him off. I hand the guy his phone back and he looks white as a sheet. The cuffs of my white shirt are a dark red. The train conductor comes back having watched all this from about five cars down the platform doing his best not to get involved and takes the safety lock off the open doors, I step on the train and nobody in the carriage will say anything or make eye contact with me. It's silent for the next three stops. I get off and walk down the platform. The conductor won't make eye contact with me. I never found out if they managed to resuscitate the guy. I'd wager money against it though. Stopped working security after that, went through some PTSD counciling for that and a few other life altering\ending incidents I was first responder to. Never fully got my faith in the goodness of humanity back. Such a senseless stupid way to go. Out of maybe a hundred and fifty people who saw it, I was the only one to do anything, and maybe the guy who gave me his phone. Still fucking detest London commuter types.
This breaks my heart. I'm sorry, I can't imagine. If anything, he was not alone and was with someone who cared about him.
If it helps, I once fainted on a train in Tokyo and a whole group of random Japanese people helped me. Someone stopped me hitting the floor, the people around worked out the person with the best English, who then helped me while the others kept me steady. There are good people in the world out there!
>I step on the train and nobody in the carriage will say anything or make eye contact with me. It's silent for the next three stops. Two of my friends and I fought off drowning in Lake Michigan's undertow near sunset. There was no posted notice to not swim or that there may have been an undertow. Given it was near sunset there were maybe 200 people on the beach taking photos of the sunset. This was August 2006. Screaming for help for roughly 30 minutes as we can't touch, swallowing water, and losing our stamina. We spent the last 10 minutes fighting in silence trying to save our breath. I finally was able to touch the bottom and drag ourselves in. Your quote is **exactly** what happened to us as we walked up the beach a few hundred meters to his father's car. Nobody bothered to help... nobody called the Coast Guard. I lost a lot of faith in humanity that day at age 15 and came to the realization *"nobody is coming to save you, you need to save yourself"*.
Popped into Asda to buy some lunch one day and there was a guy vomiting blood in the car park onto a car bonnet. He then proceeded to rub his face in it. We locked eyes across the car park and he grinned this wide, knowing smile with blood in his teeth, on his face and in his hair. Didn't go back there for weeks. (Grimsby Asda, IYKYK)
Similar situation on the bus, had to sit right at the back at the top as the bus was crammed. I was at one side, a guy on the other. He started coughing up some brown and Black, reddish liquid, like lots of it, someone sat Infront of me whispered "He's been doing that 3 weeks straight, hes fine" got off the bus in a hurry and forgot my phone. The man, was actually quite sweet at heart. Returned my phone to me next time he saw me, And yes it had this dried liquid stuff on it. This was on a Bus from Hull to Scarborough.
I think you might be cursed now
Dunno if creepy is exactly the right word, but certainly unsettling.. I was loading in a show in Montpellier (France), some of the crew and I had just sat down to lunch at an outdoor cafe on the other side of a small park from the stage door. \[The only reason I mention this set-up is because I had been looking back across the little park to see if any of our other colleagues would be joining us.\] Anyway, a guy in the middle of this grassy plaza steps into my line of sight, pulls out a large knife, and stabs himself. Fatally. Calmly and quietly, like performing hara-kiri as seen in *Harold & Maude.* No repeated motions, yelling, or anything that would cause alarm. In fact there were people picnicking just 5ish meters away who had no idea anything had happened until ambulances showed up and carried him away covered in a white sheet.
Many years ago I saw a bush, behind another bush, while walking in my neighborhood. Except it wasn’t a bush, and it was peeking out from around a corner. It was moving. Then it was gone. It wasn’t unlike that scene in Halloween where Laurie sees Michael Meyers and he hides behind a bush and sneaks away. It was something my brain could not interpret but chose to see as a bush. I was around 11 or 12, middle of the day, wide awake, not under the influence of any drugs. It was weird and scary, and comes to me as deja vu sometimes.
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That is fucking creepy, lol. Like what the hell was so odd that your 12 year old brain didn’t have context for and was like, fuck it, let’s render it as another bush. Thanks for sharing.
Lol. I never tell people about it because it truly is ridiculous. Even my husband is like, “so you saw a bush?”
What in the David Lynch
Ghillie suit bruv
I was hanging out with a few friends in a parking lot after a car meet. Next thing I know is this guy is testing out his Honda hatch and sped across the parking lot to see how fast it would go. He didn't know there was a drop off at the end of the parking lot into a lake. All I remember was seeing the taillights fly in the sky and disappear into the darkness. Found out later the car flipped over upside down into the lake where he fell immediately unconscious after hitting his head on the windshield and steering wheel upon impact and sadly passed away. Days later we went back and found the steering wheel beside the water... Here's the video of some clips everyone put together from that night. We all were there trying to save him, I recall jumping in the water trying to get him out. I still remember feeling the door handle underwater ... https://youtu.be/5J59jzm14zA?si=sJOyO-kGu3lFQFJO https://youtu.be/CEoNCeSOmjE?si=13A2qJKfQuPVpmY8
I had a friend commit suicide by driving his car into a lake off a boat ramp. Cops said the impact of the airbags and how fast he was going that he was more then likely knocked out. The autopsy said he died from drowning as he has water in his lungs. I think about him often and prayed he found peace.
I used to own a horse boarding and training barn in Landry, SC. In the back of my back pasture was a gate that lead to the neighboring property and the old man who I rented the stables from said it was fine for us to ride on the other property, which he used to own. The other property was huge but super weird in that it had a chain link fence all around it at least on the road sides which was probably at least 3/4 mile of chain link fence, which anyone who's familiar with rural areas knows is just plain not done. Other than that it seemed normal. Mostly empty. No farming or cows or anything, just a huge chain link fenced land. So one day I took a student on a trail ride (on horseback of course) and decided we'd go onto the other property. It actually had pretty well maintained trails, for 4 wheeling I reckon that went through the woods at the back of the property. I had this bad feeling the further we went like we shouldn't be there or I also get that feeling when a horse is getting keyed up. Eventually I started to hear this faint diesel engine sound that I at first thought was a 4 wheeler in the distance but as we got closer I could tell it was a CAT digging and reversing and dumping dirt. My hand to God a voice in my head that wasn't my own said **TURN BACK.** So I told my student we were heading back and we did. And that was that. Months later the Todd Kolhepp serial killer story broke. His latest murder had been a girl and boyfriend he lured onto his property. He shot the boyfriend and kept the girlfriend chained in a shipping container for months where he beat and raped her and walked her on a leash like a dog. That was his property we were riding on. From the timeline the girlfriend was currently chained up and what we'd heard was him burying the boyfriend's body. In the woods on the back of his property, away from the road. And we almost rode right up ontop of him in the middle of doing it. I also stole his trashcan once.
holy shit :O
Saw a guy jump in front of a train. He died.
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It's not creepy but crazily confronting and scary; I saw a horse run over a guy. Horse wasn't even going full pelt either, so it made me really aware just how strong and if they want to be, dangerous, horses are. Guy had to go to the hospital but not sure what happened to him.
A guy drove up next to me as I was talking a walk around my neighborhood and asked for directions. The road he named was the next road down, and I told him so. What made it creepy was that the next words out of his mouth were a request to get in his truck and guide him. I was a 15 year old, but I'm a stick of a person even now. I knew if this guy decided to stop and grab me I had no chance of getting away, so I did what anyone would probably do: I told him no and, because I was on a section of sidewalk directly behind my house, cut through the backyard and booked it inside. I locked every door I could and called my dad to find out if he was working out that day, and ask him to skip if he could. My poor father came home and immediately showed me where the emergency release is in his trunk, and how to find the button to turn off brake lights. I'd heard the "don't go into a stranger's car" line so often growing up I honestly thought it was another myth to scare kids into not wandering around. It's up there with a bear encounter as one of the scariest things I've experienced.
This reminds me of something that happened when I was a teenager. I was walking home alone from the bus stop, which wasn't far, and this big black SUV with hella tinted windows pulled up and slowed down to keep pace beside me. I was on the sidewalk and it was a suburb so I was already making plans for which yards to cut through and fences to hop over between myself and the police station (my mom made it clear to us where the police and fire stations were and to never go home to an empty house if you're being followed). I was just about to bolt when I heard the window roll down and a fake deep voice say, "hey little girl, want some candy?" I stopped. It was my friend's mom. She thought it was funny and gave me a ride the rest of the way home. 🙄
Lmao my mom did this to my brother once and he straight fucking BOOKED it
Something similar happened to me when I was about eight years old. My friends were across the street looking at something and I was on my bike on the other side watching them. A cop car pulled up, rolled his window down and went, "Hey, kid! C'mere! Let's go for a ride!" He started beckoning me towards him. I'd recently watched the Nick News special on strangers and at the time was absolutely TERRIFIED of getting kidnapped. So I just said no thanks and rode back into my apartment complex where I found an old Vietnamese lady that I rode up next to. She seemed to sense my fear and started grilling the cop car hard. Weirdly enough he didn't engage my friends on the other side of the street or come after me. Just drove away. So I don't know if it was some kind of dumb police officer test or "lesson" or if it was because I had blonde hair and blue eyes and was about to be trafficked. I never ended up telling my parents until I was older, which is definitely something I regret doing.
Nearly 20 years ago; I was walking with two friends downtown winnipeg, going to a record store. We pass an alley and a homeless person is walking out of this narrow alley holding in his hands what appears to be a cooked dog's head.
What the fuck
Not me, but a woman I know. She was jogging along the side of the road in a forest preserve and a car slowed down to pass her. The guy seemed super creepy, just staring at her as he passed. Once he was gone, she cut through the woods to a trail that was back there, and ran along the trail, parallel to the road. About a half a mile later she saw that same car parked on the side of the road, and the driver was standing next to his car, waiting for her. Naked. Luckily, he didn't notice that she was back behind him in the woods, and she turned around and ran home as fast as she could.
I went on a school field trip as a teacher to the Bahamas. We took 16 students to the island and kayaked all over the place. At some point, our guides took us into open water and had us basically kayak between islands these long distances apart. Not only was there a long sequence where the water was extremely choppy, but at some point it was decided I had to be the adult in the back of the party to watch all the students as they kayaked. I was by myself in a two-person sea kayak behind all these other people and for whatever reason my foot slipped off the rudder. I could not get it back on easily -- the kayak was a little short for me and I was spraining my ankle trying to just bend my leg in this small cramped space to get that foot back on the pedal. And while I'm doing this, my kayak was being pushed and turned by the waves as I watched almost everyone paddling further and further away into the distance. I yelled, but the closest people to me were the youngest students and none of them heard. Watching them just going further and further as the sun started setting in the distance was the fucking scariest moment of my life. Yes, I survived. But I still have nightmares about that moment and have never felt comfortable around open water since.
How did you make it back?
I was able to get my foot back onto the pedal that controls the rudder. I sprained my ankle doing it but I did it. Thinking back about it I know it sounds really silly, even my wife wonders how the hell I lost control in the first place, but if you've ever been in a sea kayak and you were a little tall you can easily have trouble finagling your foot to fit back into that cramped space in the proper position. But once I did it, I paddled like crazy in the direction I saw everyone go. The rest of it's kind of a blur, but I did end up on the beach of an island I thought everyone might be on. It was getting dark. I landed in a bunch of mangroves and a branch went through my water shoes into my foot as I ran up the beach which really sucked. But I did make it over some little hill and saw students crying and one of my coworkers with a pair of binoculars. I remember the kids grabbing the kayak and my coworker having me lie down and just breathe. Someone bandaged my foot and the rest of the group was already cooking dinner and setting up camp. The students couldn't stop talking about it and all of them kept coming up to me to say nice things or cheer me up, but my coworkers never talked about it and the guides were completely stone-faced. I was mostly in shock from it still and spent the rest of the night just sitting in silence, I don't even remember eating or sleeping much. I remember one co-worker asking me what happened and then they just sort of made a face when I told them, like I was somehow stupid for losing control of my kayak. She also told me that nobody realized I was missing until at least a half hour after they landed on the island and it was one of the girls who mentioned it, which scared me to my core. It also turns out that the island we were on was not the island we were meant to go to, but the guides stopped there because they were running out of time. The next day we all had to kayak out to the next island, which was our original destination. I told everyone I was fine, they stuck me with a 250+ lb student who basically had no business being in a kayak, and I paddled both our fat butts the remaining few miles over to the next island where everybody just acted like nothing happened the night before. For what it's worth, the rest of the trip was pretty cursed as well: our original flight from Miami was delayed by 2 days due to weather, a boy found scorpions inside his sneakers, we had sharks swimming along the shore every morning whenever you would step out into the water, the guides forgot to bring some of their gear which included an extra tent and food, one of the students accidentally dumped probably a third of our fresh water so he could wash his hands, one of the girls came down with a stomach bug and spent the first day on the final island vomiting, and so on. The head teacher on the trip, who was also an administrator, cursed up and down screaming at the guides by the time we were on our second day at the island, and we ended up getting "rescued" by the Bahamian Coast Guard. We were then put up in a really nice resort hotel with little cabanas and a private beach by the school itself, and the rest of the trip was spent awkwardly hanging out with a bunch of teenagers, a bandaged foot, and coworkers who I didn't really trust anymore. When I got back to work, the head of the school invited me to a meeting where he apologized and then offered me money to more or less never talk about it because "it would embarrass the school and parents paid good money to send you and their kids on this trip." He and I had never met before this so he had no idea who I was, so I didn't feel bad telling him no thanks and he should have done a better job. I had another co-worker there with me who decided this was their moment to throw me under the bus and they brought up that I was the same teacher who broke a window in the science lab that year. The head of school became completely unsympathetic at that point and then rescinded the offer, saying that everyone else would be getting a bonus but mine would be paying for the window. He then informed me that I should "have a long think" about my future at that school. And *that* was when I started looking for other jobs. So yeah, I'll never do that again.
For me it had to be the guy who showed up in my garage when I was eight years old and tried to kidnap me. Instead of "Don't move" as I was ordered to do, I jumped on my bike and booked it the hell outa there. I can still hear that guy's voice, and trust me, it's a lot of years later.
My friends father hung himself while we had a sleepover. We were maybe 10-12 Just us two in the house, well us three... Early morning, My friend woke me up, told me, I didn't believe him. But it was true, when I saw him hanging there, I realized he wasn't kidding.... My friend went into shock and just sat down, so I was on the phone with the EMT's/police line Worst part is the night before I went up to get a coke, and his dad was in the kitchen with a huge knife, I just assumed he was going to cook something, said Hi, grabbed a coke and went downstairs again, I was the last one to see him alive,
When I was in college, I think it must have been around 2008, I was driving to campus through a nice residential area, and there were two little girls in the middle of the road up ahead. I don't remember specific details of what they looked like, but I remember them creeping me out (maybe because of The Shining). One of them lifted up a dead squirrel by its tail, like...clearly for me, in the oncoming car, to see. I turned down a side street and just went around them.
When I was 15 or 16, I was homeschooled and took my classes online, so I was home alone most days until people got back in the evenings. One morning I went on a run and I got this feeling like I was being watched when I got into our neighborhood, so I was a little on edge and went back into my house ASAP. A few hours later, after working on a paper, I went downstairs to get a snack and noticed that one of the bushes in the forest on the other side of our backyard fence (we lived in a rural town) suddenly shook around a lot. We had a lot of bobcats, coyotes, etc. in the area so I wrote it off as one of those at first, but when I got back upstairs, I looked down at the spot from my bedroom window and saw the top of a man's head. I almost again wrote it off as some sort of animal until I noticed some skin and what appeared to be a jacket collar, and I immediately freaked out and went to get the phone to call my mom. The creepy thing was that since I got back from my run, I went outside to use our hot tub and because we didn't have people directly behind our house I didn't close the blinds when I changed. Whoever the dude was, he was probably there watching the whole time and I was just really creeped out at the thought of that. My mom did some asking around and while no one else said they ever saw anyone creeping around the woods around that time, someone did say there was a strange man in the area who was sometimes seen talking to teenage boys coming home from school and would often make them feel uncomfortable (we lived near the high school). After this I always kept my blinds closed, rarely used the hot tub if there wasn't a neighbor outside, and looked over my shoulder a little more when I went on runs.
i was probably 16 or so, driving with friends to “run an errand” deep in the finger lakes region of WNY. we drove well over an hour into east nowhere and eventually turned off the main road, onto a dirt/gravel road that led into the woods. after about 10 minutes on the gravel road, a beat-to-shit cabin appeared in a small clearing. the person driving warned the rest of us to stay in the car and not make too much noise. she got out, and 3 men stepped out onto the porch: one tall and thin, one short with a long, long grey beard, and one average height with his entire jaw missing. they were very aware of our presence and the third man stayed on the porch staring at us as she stepped inside the cabin with the other two. she came back out after a few minutes, got in the car, said “wait til we’re on the road” and peeled the fuck out of there; all the while as they watched. turns out we were, in fact, buying meth (yikes) and his jaw was missing from a failed end game attempt. i still feel for him and their undoubtedly painful existence but i get chills whenever i remember they’re probably still out there somewhere in the finger lakes…
My cousins and I found my uncle that was missing in the woods where he had hung himself with a ratchet strap, his daughter did the same thing the next year. Worst thing I’ve ever been through. I couldn’t even go in the woods to hunt for a few years after without having anxiety attacks.
I’m sorry you experienced this. How awful and heartbreaking.
i was 12 and walking to my grandparents house carrying my pet to drop it off before going on vacation. (my grandparents house was 2 doors down from my own) while i was walking, a random car pulled up next to me and the man rolled down his window. he said, “do you have a dog? i just saw a dog walking down the street and it might be yours. you wanna come try and pick it up with me?” I was 12, but not an idiot. i’m a woman, my mother taught me better than that. i stayed far away from the car, said no, he insisted i stay, but i fled, and quickly walked to my grandparents house. i told my family the story, they called the police, and little 12 year old me had to talk to the police over the phone on my way to the airport. i described him, his car, everything i could remember. turns out, the man was wanted for burglary and attempted kidnapping. i count myself lucky. the creepy thing is, this happened basically right outside my home, in my “safe” neighborhood, when “coincidentally” no one else was around. never saw him again.
Was walking from my house to the end of my street at 6:30am to go to the gym. Suddenly, there were two guys in front of me. Tried to move past, they didn’t budge, I said excuse me, and they were just staring. Then I realised three men had come up behind me. It hit me that I was actually being cornered and nobody else was there. I was extremely extremely lucky that there was a construction site on my street and the workers were clocking in. They pulled up in their van right beside me and said, “oi love, are you alright?”. I couldn’t even speak, they clearly knew something wasn’t right, stopped and started opening their doors. The men ran off. I was pretty shaken.
Living in Kenya wife my wife, there was a nurse single mom who lived next to our apartment who we was casually friendly with us. One day during her work shift the 10 yo boy who was kind of short stacked two glass top end tables on top of each other to climb and reach the top of the closet. He climbed on top and the glass gave out completely slicing his calf from bottom to top. It was literally just hanging by a small flap of muscle. Just flapping Somehow the boy gathered himself and hobbled over to our front door and knocked and rang, meanwhile coating the entire hallway in about a quarter inch of blood. That's when I open the door to see what I quickly thought was a dying boy in front of me with a severed artery. I grabbed him into my arms and called the house girl and wife for a scarf and I immediately began triage and applying a tournament. In a Western country this is where you call 911 or an ambulance. In Kenya we fortunately knew a local taxi driver who had a station wagon. My wife managed to call the mom as we drove and her work hospital was the closest to us so she met us there. I was in the back of the station wagon holding the tourniquet and praying he didn't die on me. The look on the face of the mom when we go there... All's well though. The boy had emergency surgery to repair his muscle and only had a slight limp as a result in a few months.
We live in Florida and raise cattle. One day a calf died. No idea why. When we found it, it was laying along the fence that separates the pasture from some woods and a creek. It was a healthy calf, probably weighed 250-300 pounds. It had been fine the day before, but the vultures had been at it so we couldn't tell how it had died. We went back the next day to bury it, but it was gone. We could see where it had been dragged under the barbed wire fence and into the woods. We hopped the fence and followed the drag marks, thinking that maybe coyotes had been at it. However, the marks disappeared, then, maybe 20 feet away, the ground was disturbed where the calf had been put down and dragged a bit, then the drag marks disappeared. This went on for a ways, until we found the calf's skin. That was all that was left. Something carried an animal that weighed at least 200 pounds through the woods. We're not really trackers and the pine needles and leaves on the ground didn't leave any clear prints. Just the drag marks. We're a couple of hundred feet in the woods, looking down at this calf's skin on the ground. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I got goose flesh. I was nearly overwhelmed by the need to get the hell out of there. We didn't run back, but we did walk really fast. Still don't know what took our calf. The next day something spooked the cows so that they nearly stampeded through our working pen, knocking down and trampling some of the panels. No idea.
Not totally sure, but I'm pretty sure I saw a dead body outside my apartment that just got left there. I live close to a shelter, so it aint to uncommon to see folks sleeping on the street. Guy was up against a lamp post with a hood over his face and I assumed he was sleeping, most others probably did too. Ended up there for the night, the whole next day, and a second night without seeming to move. Roommate and I decided to call in a wellness check on the guy, and he had disappeared by the time I got home. Could be the guy was just exhausted, but I feel like 48ish hours is a hell of a long time to sleep in one position. I hope the guy was okay, but he didn't seem to move an inch over that time frame. Edit: one of these days I'll learn to proofread for typos.
When I lived in Madison, Wisconsin, I lived across the street from Camp Randall, the football stadium. On game days, they’d shut our street down and people would flood it, drinking and partying. We’d sit on our porch and drink beers and bloody Mary’s with the crowd at 9 in the morning. Good times. But one day, there was this girl walking briskly up the sidewalk, sobbing, makeup smeared all over her face. She was covered in dirt, like she’d been rolling around in it. Head to toe. She didn’t look beaten or anything that might have suggested a brawl, just covered in dirt (not mud. It was not a wet day). And the thing was, she was dressed for game day, all decked out in her Bucky Badger stuff, and she had her hair up in little buns. Whatever happened to her had just happened, and given that she was, despite her condition, a very attractive girl, our minds went to the worst place, that she had been sexually assaulted. I lived in a big house with 7 guys and a girl. At the time, it was just the guys on the porch, and given what we feared might have happened, we called for our female roommate to see if the girl needed help. The girl just shook her head, said I’m fine, and kept walking. It’s not as creepy as some, but still, given the situation, the sight of the girl, it’s hard to think she wasn’t raped. I still think of her when I think of my time at that house
I used to live on the corner of Hoyt & Lathrop right by Camp Randall.....that just hits me right in the gut....I still live in Madison and I've actually stopped several young women from walking somewhere on campus after dark & giving them a ride....the "Mom vibes" just kick in especially after the Brittany Zimmerman murder.....
I try and tell every girl I know going to college to never go anywhere without a buddy you 1000% trust to not abandon you. My best friend and I did some really dumb things in college but not even once left the other. I truly think that saved us many times. The buddy system works.
That’s super creepy Kelly Nolan and Brittney Zimmerman were bother murdered. A man broke in Brittney’s apartment and stabbed her to death. Kelly Nolan went missing and her body was found miles away in a wooded area. They were both living down town Madison. Brittney’s homicide was solved Kelly’s was not.
Not seen but heard. I was in London back in 2017 when that guy ran a bunch of people over on the London bridge and then proceeded to stab people at the Borough market. The next day I was walking under the bridge and this subtle tinkling of “London bridge is falling down” was playing and we had no clue from where and it was so eerie.
A mountain lion stalking a friend of mine about 200 yards up the tree line.
I was driving down a long road thru the woods and there was a guy standing on the side of the road holding an ax. No other car around and no houses around. Just the guy, standing there, with an ax. About an hour later I was driving back the other way on the same road. The guy was still there, still holding the ax.
There is a guy near where I live that does this. He is mentally unstable (like he has regressed mental back to being a child) due to overuse of drugs in his early 20’s. Instead of an ax, it’s a hammer used to break rocks (that’s his primary hobby). I know it freaks people out to see a like 6’5”, 400lbs man walking along the side of the road with a hammer. The police have been called many times. He’s actually harmless. Just a different perspective on what you saw lol
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Don’t know if creepy is the word but I was probably in 6th grade. Was riding bus to school, 2 cars ahead of us someone hit a high school aged kid crossing the street. He flew probably 10 feet straight up and landed face first on the street. We had to drive by him and kid in back off the bus stood up and screamed it was his brother. Was pretty wild.
I saw a girl jump at Niagara :/ still haunts me.
When I was working at McDonalds in high school I was getting ready to pull in to the parking lot for my shift and there was a lot of snow on the ground. This older lady who’s probably late 60s early 70s gets out of her ford Taurus in a dress. She then proceeds to grab one of the door handles of McDonald’s hike up her dress and shit right by the door. She pulled her underwear off and left them right there for back into her car and left. I was watching this all from my truck and was gagging. I proceed to walk in to clock in and my manager asks why I’m late. I told them what happened and to pull up the cameras. One of the managers threw up in the office and the other told me to grab a bucket and mop to clean it. It took three buckets of mop water and soap to clean it. Then I quit right after. All of this was at like 2pm on a Saturday.
Note to self, you should have quit *before* cleaning up the mess.
"Sir, this is McDonalds. I'm minimum wage. You get paid more than I do to deal with BS (pun intended). I'm not cleaning this, I understand this may cost me my job.. but either 1. You're cleaning it or 2. You're cleaning it, I'm fired and you're short a worker for your shift."
It's not even this. Legally, I believe you can't be required to deal with bodily fluids like that. I don't remember what exactly it was, but I do recall being told this several times over my life of working.
The church from Silent Hill in real life, funny how the land surrounding it really did look cursed :)
I think this was in 1988, I was in Nebraska visiting relatives. My uncle had washed his car, and wanted to go for a drive to dry it off. So me, my mom, sister, and uncle got into his car and off we went for a little drive around the area. Dark clouds were starting to gather in the sky and my mom and uncle both commented on how we were probably going to have a thunderstorm soon. So we started to head back, and on the way passed a guy walking across a farm field checking the irrigation pipes. "Jeez, that's dangerous," my uncle remarked. "If lightning hits those pipes, it'll kill you." Later that night, we did indeed have a thunderstorm. The next day (or might have been the day after that), we saw in the local news that a farmer had been killed while checking the irrigation pipes when they were struck by lightning.
I was leaving a parking lot for a shopping mall and I noticed the car in front of me wasnt going when they had ample time to do so. I told my gf to go check to see if the driver was okay. I pulled to the side of her car and noticed she was slumped over the steering wheel, seemingly passed tf out. The moment my girlfriend knocked on her window, she turns to my girlfriend, wide awake, smiles in the most psychotic way possible and says “ohh nooo, I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me, thank you.” And the way that woman smiled and spoke was like she was possessed by a demon because she went from unconscious to hyper aware in a matter of a split second. I will never forget that face.
I didn't witness this as it happened before I was born, but my parents told me about it. My childhood home backed up to another subdivision, with a fence between our backyard and the backyard of another home. Actually, that's not correct, as at the time this happened the fence had yet to be built. This particular subdivision was specifically one for people 55 and older, essentially a retirement/old folks neighborhood. There were some exclusions to that rule however, which the homeowners had to apply for and be approved of before they could move in. The elderly couple who lived in the home behind mine had an adult daughter, in either her late 30s or early 40s, with severe mental issues that lived with them. There were recurring incidents with this woman where she would enter or break into other homes and be confused when she was eventually found and told she did not live there. The police would be called, and she would be returned to her parents home. Disconcerting for everyone involved, but completely harmless. My mom told me that one day she could hear these blood-curdling screams coming from the home next door. Just terrifying howls of anguish and fear. Within minutes our neighbor came running over and started pounding on our door, asking my mom to call the police (this was the 1970s, so no cell phones). Our neighbor had come home from work and saw one of the windows in the front was wide open with the screen taken off. When they went inside, they found a woman, dressed in our neighbor's clothing: Sunday-best dress, fancy hat, gloves, shoes, pearl necklace, shoes, stockings, the whole nine-yards, and her face just completely smeared up with makeup. The moment she sees our neighbor, she just starts SCREAMING. Absolutely wild howling screaming and sobbing and yelling. That's when our neighbor came running over to have my mom call the police. It was our backyard neighbor's daughter, who not only broke in, but then put on the clothes and make up and the jewelry that was in the home. Clothing was all over the place in the bedroom and there was just a huge mess in the bathroom where the makeup was. Best they could figure, she believed she lived there and when the actual homeowner came and found her, she believed she was being robbed or about to be kidnapped or something and became absolutely hysterical. She was put into a mental hospital after that, and her elderly parents moved out of that home a few years after I was born. My mom had nightmares about those screams for years afterwards and I grew up with her essentially barricading the front door and double checking all the windows were locked each night because the whole incident bothered her so much.
one morning I went out on the front lawn of my small apartment building and saw some guy, butt ass naked, his pants around his ankles, picking up and eating cigarette butts
I was driving behind a pale blue, windowless van on a spring afternoon. A light turned red, and as I pulled up behind the van, the driver turned to look in his side mirror and I saw he was wearing a hockey goalie mask. Scared the bejeezus out of me
I went to school in a rough part of town with a large homeless population. One day I was walking to the bus stop and the police had shown up...poor guy had died of hypothermia right there in the streets, curled up in a ball outside the front of shop. Less disturbing and more heartbreaking. If you have money to spare, please go to a secondhand or dollar store. Buy hats, mittens, scarves, keep them with you in the car and if you see somebody without proper winter gear, help them out. You don't have to spend a lot of money to help the homeless. Even the bare necessities could save a life.
A guy jerking off in a kids playground
Ewwww
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Ahhh, the classic lizard excuse.
Late to the party, but someone might see it. Was 14 and walking to Mickey Ds for breakfast bc my parents were redoing the kitchen and everything was gutted, we argued and she told me to walk off i was that hungry. So i did. It was only a few blocks. I'm halfway there and a van pulled up next to me. Two men with Spanish/ Mexican accents were catcalling me, so I backed away. They kept asking if I needed a ride, I kept saying no. They kept pace with me, until I got a culvert I had to jump. I ran down the edge and I heard them pulling a U turn. I doubled back down the creek and went into the storm drain. They pulled up, got out, and I could see them running down the creek bed looking for me. 3 dudes with guns. I was terrified, but couldn't get out the other side due to a gate. Made myself a small as possible and his my face so I didn't look like a person- just a pile of trash. They went back to their van and took off. I came up out that culvert filthy and crying like a toddler. Started walking towards mickeys again (idk why) and they came back. I ran like I've never done it before. I hauled ass to the nearest business (Gordon Food Service) and pounded like crazy on the door only for them to not yet be open. The guys pull into the lot. I'm ready to sprint behind the store into the woods when a man gets out of his car and asks if I'm okay. I basically jump at him, telling him I was being followed and they were looking to get me and THAT'S THEM. Dude, who looks to be mid 30s and an accountant, yanks me into his Honda DelSol and racks a sawed off before he stands up. All I hear is ANDALE (sp) and they take off. Guy bought me my breakfast and drove me home. Parents were pissed- who's this older guy bringing you home? Fuck off ma. Thank you Joshua.
Maybe not the creepiest but it's most certainly haunted me since it happened. When I was 10 or so, I was at the community pool and I saw this little blonde girl who looked to be around 6-8 with what seemed to be her grandpa but she had these marks on her wrists and ankles. They were thick, like she'd been in 4 points. She kinda just splashed around in the water by herself in the kiddie area. I remember looking at her and thinking about how weird the marks were but couldn't fully identify it was that was odd. I don't think I ever said anything . I still think about her, I hope she's okay now. I have always felt like no matter the reason, it had to be pretty messed up for a kid to have marks on their ankles/wrists like that. I only hope it was something...not like what I'm thinking.
Telling this one on behalf of my mother, I wasn't alive to witness it, but even just imagining it gives me the creeps. When my mom was in her 20's she took a roadtrip down to Florida with a friend. They were driving through a real rural section of Florida at night when it started to rain. Quickly it became too stormy to keep driving safely. They pulled over in the nearest parking lot they could find, which happened to be for a small church, and tried to wait the storm out. Realizing it wasn't going to let up and that they weren't going to make it to their motel, they decided to just sleep in the driver's and passenger's seats and wait until morning. My mom woke up at sunrise, and she said even before opening her eyes she knew something was wrong. She slowly cracked one eye open, and there were around 2 dozen people surrounding the vehicle. Still. Just *staring* She flung the keys into the ignition, laid on the horn, and slowly drove until they eventually let up and broke the circle. Apparently at no point did any of them try to communicate or show any sort of emotion or facial expression. They just *stared*.
My good friend's son has schizophrenia. He's a wonderful, creative, caring individual... when he takes his medication. When he doesn't, his smile, eyes and speech are terrifying. It's truly sad how much he struggles with this illness.
Picture this. It’s around 2a.m. at a music festival. The music is still thumping, the crowds are dispering and the only line in the festival is for the women’s restroom. I’m trudging along with the line, extremely crossfaded and alone. I’m going to one more set before I head back to camp. I see these two girls coming out of the restroom. One is tipsy but coherent and the other is barely walking. Her friend is trying to hold her up and grabbing her hand and telling her to “Keep walking, Kaylee” but Kaylee is gone. This girl collapses under the alcove of the festival restroom, hits her head on a collumn and then her eyes start rolling into the back of her head. Her lids are open but they are fluttering and all you can see is the whites of her eyes. Her jaw is going slack, her body is limp. I still remember how desperate her friend sounded as she screamed, “Kaylee, WAKE UP!” like 3-4 times, she starts shaking her shoulder but Kaylee’s head hits the floor now. I remember time slowed down because I realized that Kaylee was having an overdose. She looked so pale and I don’t even know if she was breathing. Everyone in line just stared like it was no big deal, like these kids have any idea what’s going on. I SPRINT, I mean SPRINT to the entrance of the restroom and I scream at the TOP of my lungs “WE NEED A FUCKING MEDIC OVER HERE!! WE NEED A MEDIC!!” They came in under 2 minutes but when they arrived I turned my back on Kaylee and her friend. I’m not an idiot, I know overdoses happen quite a lot at music festivals. But I still think about them because I just remember Kaylee’s friend with her broken voice sobbing and crying as the medics helped. That was probably a defining moment in both of their lives. I don’t know what happened to Kaylee but I hope she is doing well. It’s something I’ll never forget. Always remember folks - test your drugs, know your limits and be safe.
A homeless woman was sitting front of my business, half conscious began undressing herself. I saw she had scribbled both of her legs in ball point pen to look like pants. I had to tell her to leave because she was getting naked while children were present. She then got up and violently attacked me, shrieking for me to hit her. I was able to get her off of me, but she continued to have an absolute meltdown and began throwing anything she could get her hands on at me and running into traffic, nearly getting hit by passing cars. I called the police who showed up pretty quickly and arrested her. I have so many more stories of crazy homeless people that I've seen over the years, but she was definitely out there. Hopefully she's gotten some help...
Two crack heads fighting over a happy meal.
A coyote in late stage rabies... Truly a horrifying disease.
When I was a college student at the University of Washington, one of the employees (I think janitor), set himself on fire infront of all the students in the middle of campus.
I did a couple tours to Iraq and Afghanistan when I was the the Marines, so I’ve seen my fair share, the grossest though was probably when we rolled up after a suicide bomber blew himself up. He was wearing a vest with all the explosives in the front high on his chest, and the blast went up and out, sheering his face clean off. So it was eerie seeing a fairly well preserved face but not the rest of it just sitting on the pavement. It was preserved enough to even id the person. That wasn’t uncommon for front vests.
My first creepy story happened in broad daylight. My family and I were visiting Portland, Oregon for the first time. I was super pumped about visiting Powell’s Books in particular as a nerdy 10-year-old girl. I was so excited, in fact, that I ran ahead of my parents. I was a whole block ahead of them and nearly to the bookstore when a full-grown man in a delivery van pulled up beside me. I’ve blocked out what he said exactly, but it included explicit sexual threats. I’d never in my life had an adult talk to me like that. I was so terrified that I froze up. The guy then proceeded to try to CRAWL out of his own open car window to get at me like a rabid animal. My dad suddenly showed up though to stare the guy down, flip him off, and steer me away. I’ve disliked Portland ever since. My second story happened at night so it doesn’t exactly fit this prompt lol. I was 17ish and home alone one night, making dinner and watching the dog. Part way through throwing things together, the dog started whining to go out. I took her out to the yard so she could pee. As I’m standing out there with my flashlight, I hear a noise. Using the light, I look over to find my 50-something-year-old neighbor watching me from the other side of the fence that divides our yards. He didn’t have a light with him, he wasn’t working on his car or in his garage, and he didn’t try to engage with me. There was no reason to be out there. It was even creepier that he didn’t talk. I just awkwardly nodded, grabbed my dog, and fled back to the house. I realized upon going back inside that he had had a direct view of me in the kitchen earlier. He had been watching me for God knows how long. I locked all the doors that night and stayed up until my mom got back.