Paranormal or explainable.
Two days after breaking up, I found out that my ex had lied to me about everything about himself, and had gotten out of prison for beating his mother to death shortly before we met. I met him because he had been a canvasser with a friend of mine (also concerning, tbh), and he just fit right into her friend group, and nobody had any information about his life before that. Once we started comparing stories after we found out, it all clicked into place.
Even worse, he killed his mom after she tried to give him some tough love (it sounded like normal, healthy parenting from the reports) about drinking too much and I broke up with him for the same reason. I was certain he was going to kill me for a while there, but that’s no longer a worry because I live in another country and he can’t get a passport.
The realisation about the person you were with would be awful by itself let alone worrying about possibly being in immediate danger, holy shit. I’m glad you’re safe now
Went to wake up my daughter like every morning, bed is empty, covers thrown to the side. Check around the house, nothing.
Everybody else is asleep, house is silent. Check the back, the swings, the rear deck, nothing.
Check bedroom again.
She was rolled up tight in her blanket, against the wall, from head to toe, making it look like the bed was empty.
Weak Knees Moment
I remember doing similar as a kid on the regular, I’d wake up to the sound of my mom calling my name because she had go l checked on me in the middle of the night, only instead of in my own bed I’d be under my sister’s bed, behind the couch, on another sister’s dresser, etc. I had a lot of sleep issues as a kid.
Ballistic missile hit less than 50 meters from me.
I’ll venture a wild guess that you live in Ukraine?
Yep.
During Helene, I had a tree fall through my house while I was in bed, and it stopped about 6 inches from my face
That’s some Donnie Darko shit right there.
Holy shit. During Chido all we had were mild damages to doors and the like. But… it was already frightening as hell. I never thought wind could be so strong. People in the slums had it way worse. I only saw the aftermath. Some got chopped in half by their metal sheets carried by the wind, or their lost an arm or a hand…
Right after we bought our house, a storm brought a tree through the roof. At the time we were in the living room staying away from windows, but a branch punched through the roof right over my wife’s side of the bed. More than 6 inches away, but still spawned some unnerving "what if?"s.
Hydroplaning on a motorcycle
Just ever so slightly losing grip on wet tarmac while taking a bend a little bit too fast and in your head you’re chanting “Lean, don’t break! Lean, don’t break!” to yourself…
Please tell me you’re not still riding one of those death machines.
Not currently. I’d have one again under the right circumstances.
I’ve personally known two people that have died in motorcycle accidents. These were dudes that were pretty safely oriented. Like wore all the gear all the time, rain or shine.
One of them took a spill and his bike pushed his femur through his hip and partly into his torso. He surprisingly lived through that accident. After he recovered he went back to riding as if nothing happened. He was fine for 7 years until he got involved in another accident and didn’t get lucky a second time.
If you have people that even remotely depend on you please just think carefully if it’s worth the risk. You’re actually about 4000% more likely to die on a motorcycle per mile traveled compared to a regular car. I’m not making that number up.
https://www.nhtsa.gov/sites/nhtsa.gov/files/810887.pdf
There’s a very good reason ER docs call them “donorcycles”
I learned to ride and loved it. After 2 years of getting a different perspective on how people drive in cars, I’ll never do it again. It’s insane what people think they can do while also operating a 1 ton hunk of metal flying down the highway at 70 mph. Cars should really not be the default form of transportation for most people.
I’ll die on the hill that driving would be so much safer if everyone had to pass in a manual transmission. That would eliminate so many people who have no business driving from doing so. There are too many people on the road who have no business driving a car.
Sadly, not true. Most people in South Africa still drive manual cars because they’re cheaper. The drivers aren’t any better. Anyone can learn to drive a manual, it just takes a little longer.
Personally, I suspect that automatic cars are safer because there is less the driver can do wrong in an emergency.
Brexit
When a car ran over the person who walked right next to me.
For about three weeks I was having bad thoughts going round and round in my head all day long, and I was barely able to do my work.
Damn. Of course, you were traumatized. You doing better now ?
Thats crazy. I’ve seen auto accidens but just in passing and heard pedestrian ones are in particular quite scary.
When I woke up blind from surgery. Years ago I had FFS. Mine involved significant reshaping of the brow bone among other things. And like any surgery, beforehand the surgeon makes sure you’re aware of the potential risks and complications. The rate of complications is low, but the risk isn’t zero. If you’re doing substantial work on your face, that can result in nerve damage, loss of feeling, loss of facial motor control, etc. The vast majority of people turn out just fine, but the risks are not zero and are always on your mind. Oh, and I did this in Buenos Aires cause I was a broke-ass 24 year-old not so long out of college. So add that to the fear of potential complications. I wasn’t just getting major surgery. I was getting discount major surgery.
So I go in for surgery. Put the gown on, lay on the hospital cart, the whole nine yards. They give me the gas and I quickly go off to nowhere. Several hours later, I slowly regained consciousness, the surgery complete. And to my horror, I saw…nothing. Absolute darkness. Nothing at all. Pitch blackness. I command my eyes to open, but still nothing. Absolute inky blackness. I’m still hopped up on pain killers, but I’m quickly jolted to heightened awareness. I was aware of the risk of potential loss of feeling, but this? Blinded? Complete blindness in both eyes? I was in complete panic. Absolute terror.
Thankfully however this state did not last too long. A nurse realized what was wrong and helped me out. My eyes or ocular nerves hadn’t somehow been damaged. My eyes were swollen shut. They were able to rinse out my eyes and help me to open them a bit, and it was clear that I would see just fine.
Ultimately, I didn’t have any nerve damage and made a complete recovery. But that moment remains one of the most terrifying I have ever experienced. Alone in foreign country, thousands of miles from home, and I woke blind.
Heartbeat stopping in the night. Luckily, the heart has mechanisms to restart itself, and the last one finally kicked in. According to the doc, this only took five to ten seconds, but it felt longer than the complete last class on a Friday afternoon.
Roughly how old were you and were you awake when it happened or did you wake up because of it?
Somewhere in my mid-twenties. I probably woke up before when my circulation went down. This had happened a few times before, with one occasion where I measured 26BPM with the blood pressure meter.
Luckily, they found that the medication I had to take back then was the issue, and switched me to another one, which I take for 30+ years now without issues.
Either when my first baby fell out of bed followed by a big clonk, or when I tried to get someone out of a car in flames.
My eldest is fine, that guy didn’t make it and I will never forget the smell.
What’s a clonk?
Also, kudos for at least trying to get the person out. Shame it ended the way it did, but you at least did what you could.
The sound of a baby or toddler’s head against a wooden surface that would make me shudder.
Honestly, I didn’t know what to do. We saw this car with big puffs of thick dark smoke coming out of it by the road, we stopped and I went for the extinguisher in my trunk, tried to operate it (I was clueless). But when I reached the other car, in seconds just burst into flames on the inside and saw the driver burning so I went to open the handle and it was like trying to lift a frying pan out of an open fire (got a nasty burn for a while).
I felt powerless, useless, I could see the scene by just closing my eyes for months, remembering the sound of it and definitely the worst part was the smell. I often wonder what I should have done differently that could have helped that person (breaking the glass with the extinguisher, carrying and using a window breaking tool, forgetting about the extinguisher at all and just bolting straight to the car to take him out of it…)
The scenario will repeat at nauseam in my head every time I drive and see a stopped car or look at an extinguisher or someone mentions a fire or an accident.
Note: this happened a long ago with an old car, maybe cars nowadays aren’t as flammable.
The cops had a shoot out with my neighbor in the apartment next to mine. I wasn’t positive it was gunfire, and I walked into my living room to get a better assessment. I was about a foot away from whizzing bullets, but I still wasn’t 100% sure lol. I decided to not risk it and take cover on the floor of my bathroom, until about 20 minutes later when the cops busted my door down and kicked me out of my apartment for 2 days. When I came back, I had 17 bullet holes in my wall (all from the cops) and my fridge and cabinets were all shot to hell. I definitely almost died that day
That’s insane! Did anyone pay for your damages?
Within a few days, someone had let themselves into the apartment and patched the holes and replaced the fridge.
It was a really strange situation. The cops kicked in our door, pointed guns at us, and screamed at us to get out of the apartment. My girlfriend had the foresight to grab her purse on the way out, but I didn’t have my wallet or shoes.
They escorted us out of the complex, and I realized they weren’t going to let us back in after a short while. I asked a cop for some info, and he told me we weren’t allowed back in, and he couldn’t give a timeline, but to watch the news if I wanted an update. I asked him where I should watch the news, and he told me to get out of his face lmao
We made arrangements to hang out at a friend’s place for a few hours, and when we checked back on the complex, they had blocked off the whole street. We couldn’t approach anyone without them getting super aggressive and telling us we couldn’t be there.
We stayed the night at a different friend’s place, and tried to go home again around noon the next day. Our door was wide open, our cat was missing, our shit was tossed around, and there were a couple of evidence markers strewn about. After a bit, someone told us that they were still collecting evidence and cleaning up, and that we had to leave for a few hours.
That was the only sort of official conversation we ended up having with anyone about the whole ordeal. We were never contacted by the cops or the apartment management about it directly, but a week later we found out everyone in the complex got 4 days taken off their rent for that month. Cool, I guess.
Holy crap what country do you live in? /s
Working up a radio tower that is on top of a hill where 2 quarries are slowly cutting their way into.
Everything was fine until I hear a large bang and rumbling noises. Then the entire tower starts vibrating with the shockwave of explosion.
I was about 20M up the tower that day.
Also we now know why our millimetre wave radios will sometimes have jitters in the signal strength.
On a trip to Iceland, was hiking with my mom. I see a spot I want a photo in so I hand her my phone and trek out there. It was a small outcropping at the same height of the trail, overlooking some gulleys. Others had been out there because there was a worn path.
I’m standing out there for my photo, and some wind blows through. It picked me up off my feet. Like, I was weightless and severed from the ground for a few seconds.
I knew in that moment I was going to die. The wind would carry me over the edge and down to the gully below. Luckily, it didn’t last long enough to do that, and dropped me back on my feet, but I was so close to death, I could feel it.
People, the Icelandic wind is no joke. There was no uptick to warn me, no dirt or grass or whatever whipping around. It wasn’t A windy day. It was just no wind, then sudden wind strong enough able to pick up a 190lb woman clear off the earth.
I kept to the main trail after that.
Iceland has many crazy areas, and even where there signs (particularly on the beaches), people still venture onto the deadly rocks
Oh yeah, you have to not be stupid. I think the danger is that even when you’re not stupid, it’ll still getcha.
And yup, there were 4 people who walked right down to the waters edge after we were just warned that sneaker waves were not uncommon.
Got launched off the side of a boat near Tokyo in January. Wasn’t very buoyant due to heavy winter clothing and the cold water was… something else. Felt like I was sinking down forever. When I did resurface, it took a long time for them to rig up a ladder for me to climb aboard the adjacent ship.
The time I was charged by a grizzly bear in western Alberta
TIL grizzly bears could be district attorneys.
Were you trying to take a selfie with it? We see a lot of that in AB.
No just wrong place wrong time
