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KWSN · 05-09-2004, 06:16 PM

hm. I heard a man die in my house once. My dad shot a burglar who broke in. Never actually saw the body.

Another disturbing moment was one boring summer day a long time ago (I used to remember when but I've forgotten) when there was suddenly a frantic pounding on our door. My mom goes over to get it and there's a guy we've never met going "Quick! It's Keith, something horrible's happened! Come help!" and she just runs frantically out of the house. I had no idea what was going on for 5 minutes until I listened in on the 911 call she made from our house. All I can remember was "The wall is just... on top of him..." Anyway, Keith was my neighbor, who we didn't know too well, and he was renovating his house, on his own. He was an engineer so he knew what he was doing. He had built the new house all around the old one, basically doubled it in size, and was taking down the old house's walls. He was on the last interior wall (which had the chimney attatched) and it fell right over on him as he was taking it down. The thing was he was young, athletic, and in shape. I had no idea how he could have not gotten out of the way. The man knocking on his door was his cousin. They were going to go on a hiking trip. He had knocked on the door to Keith's house several times and when no one answered, he went in to see what was the matter and he found Keith there. The most disturbing part was when I asked my mom whether he'd be OK. The response, after a long pause was just "......he's dead." It just freaked the hell out of me because we'd seen him earlier that day and he looked fine. And now he was dead. It was just scary as hell.

Another just gross image I have in my mind was when I was really young, maybe 10 or 11, and I went out on a pedal boat with one of my friends on a creek down the street from my house. We dragged it up on the shore and it was really heavy so we lifted it up on its side to drain it. I'd say that in the position it was in, it was about 8 feet high. The water is supposed to drain out in that position through a hole in the front, but it wasn't getting any lighter. If you can picture it, it looked like this: a rectangular boat, 8 feet long, up on its front, 2 kids propping it up from the bottom. Anyway, I asked my friend to go to the front and see if it was actually draining. He goes around it and I can't see him from around the boat. All of a sudden I hear a *SHHHHHK* *CRASH* *AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!* I drop the boat back down and run to the front to see what happened. I had forgotten about the anchor. It was tied to a handle on the back of the boat and was resting in the back seat. It fell out when he ran to the front and landed RIGHT on the nail of his big toe. And this thing was SHARP. It stabbed him right through the toe and knocked the nail clean off. LOTS of blood and that metal thing went STRAIGHT through. That's after falling 8 feet, remember. So I untied the rope from the anchor and was afraid to do anything else, so I ran to the closest house and called an ambulance. They pulled him into it and he was fucking SCREAMING. I could just see that anchor hanging off his toe and I could feel the pain myself. I thought it was going to fall off and pull the whole damn toe off his foot. Ugh... it was disgusting. Whenever I think about it my own toe hurts like fuck.

05-09-2004, 06:16 PM	#236 (permalink)
KWSN green	hm. I heard a man die in my house once. My dad shot a burglar who broke in. Never actually saw the body. Another disturbing moment was one boring summer day a long time ago (I used to remember when but I've forgotten) when there was suddenly a frantic pounding on our door. My mom goes over to get it and there's a guy we've never met going "Quick! It's Keith, something horrible's happened! Come help!" and she just runs frantically out of the house. I had no idea what was going on for 5 minutes until I listened in on the 911 call she made from our house. All I can remember was "The wall is just... on top of him..." Anyway, Keith was my neighbor, who we didn't know too well, and he was renovating his house, on his own. He was an engineer so he knew what he was doing. He had built the new house all around the old one, basically doubled it in size, and was taking down the old house's walls. He was on the last interior wall (which had the chimney attatched) and it fell right over on him as he was taking it down. The thing was he was young, athletic, and in shape. I had no idea how he could have not gotten out of the way. The man knocking on his door was his cousin. They were going to go on a hiking trip. He had knocked on the door to Keith's house several times and when no one answered, he went in to see what was the matter and he found Keith there. The most disturbing part was when I asked my mom whether he'd be OK. The response, after a long pause was just "......he's dead." It just freaked the hell out of me because we'd seen him earlier that day and he looked fine. And now he was dead. It was just scary as hell. Another just gross image I have in my mind was when I was really young, maybe 10 or 11, and I went out on a pedal boat with one of my friends on a creek down the street from my house. We dragged it up on the shore and it was really heavy so we lifted it up on its side to drain it. I'd say that in the position it was in, it was about 8 feet high. The water is supposed to drain out in that position through a hole in the front, but it wasn't getting any lighter. If you can picture it, it looked like this: a rectangular boat, 8 feet long, up on its front, 2 kids propping it up from the bottom. Anyway, I asked my friend to go to the front and see if it was actually draining. He goes around it and I can't see him from around the boat. All of a sudden I hear a SHHHHHK CRASH AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! I drop the boat back down and run to the front to see what happened. I had forgotten about the anchor. It was tied to a handle on the back of the boat and was resting in the back seat. It fell out when he ran to the front and landed RIGHT on the nail of his big toe. And this thing was SHARP. It stabbed him right through the toe and knocked the nail clean off. LOTS of blood and that metal thing went STRAIGHT through. That's after falling 8 feet, remember. So I untied the rope from the anchor and was afraid to do anything else, so I ran to the closest house and called an ambulance. They pulled him into it and he was fucking SCREAMING. I could just see that anchor hanging off his toe and I could feel the pain myself. I thought it was going to fall off and pull the whole damn toe off his foot. Ugh... it was disgusting. Whenever I think about it my own toe hurts like fuck. __________________ Your arms are broken!