“52 Bizarre Moments When Instincts Told Them to Flee—You’ll Never Believe What Happened Next!”
This was odd to me as she’d been sitting in my car for about 10 minutes at this point and hadn’t said a word about any kind of pain. She followed this up with ‘It hurts and I can’t move,’ put her had to her back, and pulled it out covered in blood.
What. The. F**k.
So the guy starts freaking out, thinking that something in my trunk had exploded, but it was empty. As he reached over to tend to her I noticed something white sticking out of the seat. This hadn’t been there at the beginning of the night, so I asked him what it was. He pulled on it; it was a piece of the filler fuzz from my seat. It came out of the hole that had been made in the seat.
Because she’d been shot.
As soon he grabbed that fuzz we both had the same realization. He slammed shut his door and I drove them straight to the hospital, which was only a couple of miles away. That realization, and the follow up realization of ‘oh, someone could still shoot you while you’re sitting here’ was one of the most terrifying things I’d ever experienced.
Once, while I was in High School, word got around about a party to be had at an old abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere. With little else to do, my best friend and I drove out there it see what was what. We got there, and the place is *crawling* with kids in various states of inebriation. Cars parked all over the place. We saw this was a bad scene, and noped out of there. On the way back to the city, we passed a bunch of cop cars hauling a*s in the other direction. We missed getting swept up in the raid by about three minutes. Was a minor scandal next Monday, as several student athletes were caught, and lost their eligibility.
Girls camp, my last year. Me and a small group of girls wanted to climb to the top of this big hill that has a beautiful lookout above the trees and clear view of the sky. It was a new moon and zero light pollution. We grabbed our flashlights and got on the trail. About 3/4 of the way up, the two girls leading us stopped dead in their tracks at the same time. One whispered to the other “Do you feel that?” I was right behind them and heard what they said. I looked up and around. I didn’t see anything but something in the air made the hair on my neck stand on end. It was just too… quiet. I started to feel very vulnerable and scared. One of the girls in front turned and said “We need to go back. Don’t run.” One girl asked why not run and they said so you don’t trip. Valid reason but I don’t believe it was the real reason she said it.
Went to friends house that I had slept over at a couple times already. He left the room and noticed something under his pillow. Lifted it to find a handgun ( we were 12). I stupidly even pick it up to see if it was plastic, confirming that it is metal and reasonably heavy. I grab my s**t and tell him I need to leave, but he stops and tells me it’s a BB gun he spray painted black. I stayed, but these days I question the truth of that situation.
There’s a few for me but a significant one…
I was ten years old and my aunt had a small 100 acre farm that was also used as a livery yard for horses.
