"It was the last day of school and I had just got my report card. I was all excited to be going on to Grade 6 and I couldn't wait to get home and start my summer. Living in a building right beside the school, it was usually busy in the lobby but today it seemed to be extra busy. Whatever, it was the last day of school, so there were probably graduation parties and family stuff going on, no big deal. This kid I knew from around the building was walking his dog with his mother. He was maybe 7 or 8. They entered the packed elevator and right as the door was closing the dog ran out. It was a very small, perky little lapdog. Well the kid was still holding onto the leash and the elevator doors closed. The elevator started rising, and with it... so did the leash.
The leash and the dog could only go so far, so I watched the dog hang there in the corner of the elevator frame for what seemed like forever. I was frozen and couldn't move, but I was also too short to reach up and try to free the dog. I can't remember why no one else stepped in to try. It was a pretty disturbing sight. Anyway, a few minutes later the elevator came back to the first floor, the door opened, and the dog dropped. It lay still for a few minutes but it ended up coming to and surviving the whole ordeal.
Still, not how I'd wanted to start my summer."
"As a kid, I went on an activities holiday with a bunch of kids from my church. We were in a minibus driving down the motorway when I spotted a 4x4 pulling one of those horse transporter things. For some seemingly moronic reason, this one had a massive gap at the top of the door where you load the horse. As we get closer to the vehicle, the horse appeared. It was trying to jump out, at 70 miles per hour, on a high-speed motorway. It was too big to fit out easily, so it was just sorta hanging halfway out, going absolutely crazy. I was terrified. I was never very religious, but in that moment, I prayed for that horse. I prayed so hard. The driver just kept saying the horse would be okay and sped past it. He didn't even signal to the driver of the 4x4 or anything. I didn't get to see what happened to the poor horse, which is probably a good thing."
"I saw a woman jump from a second-story apartment balcony to the ground. She broke her leg. Shortly after, a man came running from the apartment yelling and started beating her with a hammer. While this was happening, a car happened to be driving by and it stopped. Three guys got out and started attacking the hammer-wielding man. They beat him severely. I was already on the phone with the cops by that time, and they showed up pretty quickly. After the cops broke up the brawl, I found out what happened.
The woman was trying to break up with her boyfriend, who then chased her around the apartment with a hammer. She jumped from the balcony to escape. The guys in the car were total strangers. They saw her jump and get attacked by the man with the hammer, so they intervened. When the paramedics carted the guy with the hammer off, he looked like he was in really bad shape."
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"Back when I was in the tenth grade, I was on the school bus along with a couple of friends. We were at a huge intersection and while making a left, we saw out the window that some guy on a motorcycle was coming up at a pretty fast speed. We all started panicking because it didn't look like the motorcyclist was gonna stop. Before you know it, he hit the back of our bus. He ended up getting caught under it and the driver unknowingly ran over his whole body, along with his helmet. It completely destroyed the motorcyclist's head. It was traumatizing."
"About ten years ago on a nice summer day, we were having a party (basically just a bunch of us drinking) in a local park. A lot of people were there. We were watching a group of other people when some totally wasted guy decided to do a headfirst dive into a pond to show off or something. Little did he know, the pond was only knee-deep, and he snapped his neck. The good news is that one of his friends reacted fast and pulled him out of the water, so he actually made it to the hospital. I heard that he was a quadriplegic a few months later, but these days I don't know if he's even still alive.
I will never forget that. Today I am absolutely terrified of suffering a cervical spine injury myself, and every time I see a video of someone hurt their neck or land in an unfortunate face-plant position, I shiver and immediately have to feel to make sure my neck is okay."
"I went on a vacation to El Salvador. Usually we would cruise around the street markets in San Salvador.
But on this one particular day, we noticed this guy that was a little off. I felt it. My brother felt it. We all felt it. He looked wasted and, again, just off. Like something was about to happen to him.
A moment later, he literally STABBED himself in the throat. Blood just started GUSHING out everywhere. It was disgusting.
His facial expression was so carefree as well, like he wasn't in pain at all. Blood was just spurting all over the place and he was like, holding out his hands to collect it like water. It was just pouring down.
We drove away pretty quickly, but it was weird as heck. I'll never forget it. There was just blood EVERYWHERE."
"When I was around 9 years old, I was playing in the backyard when I heard a ground-shaking BOOM. I looked up and the house across a smallish field had legitimately exploded. I hopped on my bike and rode over. I stayed and watched in awe while a crowd gathered. Firemen had come and sectioned it off, so I stayed behind the small barricade until the fire was eventually put out. Once everything calmed down, I was able to see the metal skeleton of a man's truck, and the man's charred body in what used to be the garage. Apparently, he was working on his truck when the propane tanks in the garage ignited."
"Once I saw a dude get eaten by a crocodile. I was in Darwin, the most Northern city in Australia. When people tell you about all the deadly stuff in Oz, Darwin's where it all comes out to play; dingoes, kangaroos (if you think they aren't dangerous, just know there's been plenty of people straight up disemboweled by a kangaroo kick), sharks in the port, all kinds of snakes, spiders as big as plates, and all can be seen on the streets around Darwin. Crocodiles are the worst of the worst and it's not uncommon for them to wander into suburbia. My family and I were at a restaurant for a birthday thing with about 50 or so people. The restaurant sat on the bank of an estuary that goes inland from Port Darwin, outside of the city proper. So a couple of inebriated fellas were muckin' about by the bank, when one of them decided to go for a swim. People were shouting at him to get out of the water because anyone from the area knows not to mess about in that area. But the guy doesn't care, and he's having a laugh when he starts screaming. He goes under, grabbing at something, and almost immediately I could tell what was happening. You could see the thing from the lights along the deck but not very well. It started tossing and turning in the water, with the dude's upper thigh in its jaws. All anyone could do was watch as the monster threw the guy under, over and over again. Each time he came back up he'd be screaming louder and have more blood surrounding him. Then the screaming would stop and start again as he came up and went back down. His mates were just staring from the bank as he screamed for help. There was nothing they could really do. Eventually the screaming stopped, an ambulance was called, but the dude was long gone and half-eaten by the time they arrived. Most of the people who were there that I've seen since say they still have nightmares about it. Stay out of the water in Darwin. Better yet, don't ever go to Darwin, Australia."
"I was doing the Chesapeake Bay Bridge walk somewhere around 1999. During the walk, the worldwide regatta sailboat race was underway, passing under the bridge, so there were hundreds of sailboats that had gone around the world and were near their final leg. There were thousands more boats all floating around, watching this leg of the race begin. We were about halfway over the bridge at its highest point. At noon, the Concorde flew over to mark its retirement. Soon after, as the boats were sailing under the highest point, we looked over to the northern bridge where the traffic had stopped. A van had pulled over, blocking one of the two lanes. I watched as a girl got out, stood on the side rail and jumped down from one of the highest points, aiming for the cement footing of one of the bridge's supports. She missed it by about five feet and hit the water instead. Thanks to having TONS of boats around watching the race, she was quickly picked up and survived. I couldn't find the article but apparently, she was 19. I heard that she had just broken up with her boyfriend and was fine, and doing better psychologically. Anyway, it was definitely one of the most shocking things I'd ever witnessed."
"I saw a lady get dragged across the beach by a parasail. She got dragged like a ragdoll, smashing into coolers, chairs, and bouncing off the ground before she was stopped by some volleyball poles. There was a bunch of pretty horrible people taking pictures of her with their phones. It was disgusting to witness. I honestly don't know what was more shocking: seeing someone die in such a violent way or seeing how heartless people could be."
"My boyfriend used to get home after 11 PM and I was terrible about eating dinner on time. So around 11:45 PM, we left my apartment to go to In-N-Out, and on the way there we heard these muffled screams. We turned the corner and saw a man, head-to-toe engulfed in flames, walking from behind a Greek restaurant into the middle of a parking lot. He fell to the ground and didn't move. We called 911, but they'd already been alerted to the situation. A bouncer from a venue on the same lot came and put the man out with a fire extinguisher. The man was still alive, moaning and rocking back and forth. An ambulance and a bunch of police officers arrive. Never heard anything about it on the news, and I still have no idea how it happened."
"I was in Osaka last year, eating an ice cream whilst waiting for a train. The ice cream had been in my bag for a while, so I wasn't surprised when some of it fell from the stick onto the platform. I admitted defeat and turned to throw the remaining chocolatey mess into the bin. I turned back around to see a middle-aged guy crouching down on the floor, with his back to me. I assumed that he had dropped something and was on his hands and knees trying to find whatever it was he'd lost. I stepped around him to see what he was looking for. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks - he was licking up the remnants of my melted ice cream from the floor like a dog! He saw me staring, then locked eyes with me for what felt like an awkward eternity. A second or so later, he resumed his position on a nearby bench and continued reading the Japanese Wall Street Journal.
I was with my girlfriend at the time so we made our way along the platform to get away from him, just in case we got stuck in an overcrowded train with him. The train wasn't packed and we saw him get off at the next stop. He was laughing and joking whilst on the phone with somebody. Weird."
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"I saw a guy kill himself in Manhattan by jumping off a building. I was working in the building across the street and saw him falling. I found out the next day he was a lawyer and his wife was leaving him. So he stayed at his office the whole night drinking. The next morning he decided to jump."
"Back when I was seventeen or so, I had a website that I interviewed bands for. I was at Warped Tour that year in St. Pete, at the press tents interviewing this band. All of a sudden, this guy comes over with blood dripping profusely out of his forehead and all down his face. One of the guys in the band asks him if he's alright and he just yells, 'Do I look like I'm alright?!' I should probably mention that the venue is on a beach and you can literally jump into the ocean from the venue. Well, it turned out someone had pushed the guy into the ocean and he ended up getting all cut and scraped on the rocks below. It looked pretty horrific."
"A couple of years ago, in a suburb of Seattle, my husband and I both woke up at like 4 AM on the morning of July 5th. We got up and just as we stepped out of the bedroom into the hall, we heard and felt a very, very, very loud concussive BOOM!
'Oh my God, that was a bomb,' I said. Dozens of car alarms were going off all around the area. My husband called 911 and I opened the sliding glass door of our third-floor apartment so I could figure out what was going on. I sure as heck wasn't going to go outside!
One by one, the car alarms shut off. I could hear voices talking excitedly, but I couldn't make out what was being said. Then I heard a guy scream, 'CALL 911!' My heart was going a mile a minute because I had no idea what was going on, and a small wetlands area blocked my view. Everyone was staying inside. Obviously, something serious was going down, but we didn't know what.
I went back to my office and found the local emergency scanner on Broadcastify. Slowly, pieces of information began to trickle out over the dispatch. Turns out, some unbelievable moron had made a sparkler bomb out of something like 50 sparklers and lit it in the middle of the street. He didn't make a long enough fuse, and it shredded one of his legs like tissue paper. Little bits of metal had impaled the trees lining the street, just like they'd shredded his leg. The guy lived, but just barely. I know he lost his leg and that the DA was planning on charging him for making the bomb, but I never got any additional information. The guy lived in my apartment complex and had gotten hammered on the 4th of July, and it was his buddy who'd screamed about calling 911 to his wife.
For about five minutes, I was so, so scared. In this post-911 world, you never know what could happen."
"When I was 13 years old, I was walking with my dad next to this avenue. It was already night and on the other side, I saw a man walking with two ladies at his side. The guy seemed to be really hammered as he was walking in this sloppy zig-zag pattern. He was also arguing with one of the girls he was with. Now on this particular avenue, cars tend to go really fast, like 70-miles-per-hour fast. So after a few seconds of arguing, the man decided to jump into a taxi that I believe was going at the aforementioned speed. So the inebriated man got hit on the legs, and the severity of the blow causes him to do two front flips in the air before crushing his head on the pavement. Then he manages to stand again and proceeds to walk toward us. He collapsed beside me and from his bashed head, a ton of blood started flowing. I never forgot those images."
"On my way into work at Starbucks, I got called by an employee to stop by a location one block away to pick up some needed product before I started my shift. It was a beautiful, sunny morning and I was looking forward to the 10 minute downtown errand. As I turned the corner and made my way toward my store's location with a bunch of cups and other products in hand, I saw several police cars parked outside a mental health transitional apartment situated across the street from my location. There was a small crowd of officers, health workers, and a few bystanders gathered and looking up towards the top floor. My eyes followed their sightlines to the man who was hanging out of the window, screaming down at the crowd below. He nudged himself ever so forward, silently dropping, like a first, lonely raindrop from a dark cloud on a sunny, downtown morning.
A powerful, electrical impulse ran through me. My body, unable to control its own limbs, dropped the products I'd just picked up as my hands covered my eyes. In that split second, my uncovered ears heard the unmistakable sounds of bones splitting apart, slivers from broken kindling being amplified over and over off of each tall building."
"I once saw a naked dude running around the subway doing flips, handstands, pushups, and attacking people that were running around. The police came in just a few minutes and tried to catch him, but then he dodged a taser with a complete backflip off a wall. So the cops tackled him and he got arrested."
"I've seen the aftermath of car accidents immediately after they happened, way more times than I care to think about.
The two that stand out the most in my mind both involved guys on motorcycles. The first time, I was driving down the road, and came to a bend about 40 seconds away from my driveway. A guy had apparently fallen off his motorcycle and gotten run over, though I didn't see any vehicles besides the cops and ambulance that showed up. His motorcycle was laying on the side of the road, in the grass, where there was a big blue tarp laid out. I slowed down because that side of the road was closed off from traffic (I was on the opposite side) and they were starting to move cones across the road to block off both sides of the road entirely. I got a disturbing, up-close view of EMTs picking up indiscernible chunks of body parts and human flesh and bringing it over to the side of the road. They were putting the pieces underneath a blue tarp. And the tarp itself looked lumpy, like there were already multiple chunks underneath it. It was pretty shocking to see, and one of those moments where you realize how quickly everything can come to an end.
The second time, I was driving on the highway and came upon an ambulance on the side of the road, up against the barrier in the fast lane. They were trying to block off traffic to attend to a man who was lying face-up in the middle of the highway with one leg and arm bent at a completely screwed up angle. He had some sort of internal organ sticking out from his stomach. I had to pass by no more than 10 feet from his body and it was horrible. Those moments gave me a deep respect for the work EMTs do. They all looked so calm in the midst of trying to resuscitate him and also block off traffic. Later I found out that what had happened was the man was on his motorcycle behind a truck, and an empty, industrial-sized plastic trash can flew off the back of the truck and landed on the road immediately in front of the motorcyclist. The front tire of his motorcycle went into the opening of the trash can and made him lose control. Someone in a car then hit him and kept going without stopping. Unfortunately, he didn't make it. He certainly did look completely lifeless when I had to pass by his body."
"When I was a young kid, my cat went missing for a few days. We looked for her around the neighborhood, put up reward signs, etc. She was found a couple of days later, by some kids investigating a smell in a storm drain a street over. I saw her. She had been sliced open from throat to tail and her throat had been slashed. My mom pulled me away but I overheard her tell my dad later that when animal control went to remove her from the drain, a litter of dead kittens fell out. The thing that was worse was the minute we saw her, we knew who killed her. There was a really evil, brutal kid who lived a few doors down."
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