53 Terrifying Real-Life Encounters That Prove Truth Is Stranger—and Scarier—Than Fiction
Not me but my cousin is a nurse.
She saw a guy beat his wife because he blamed her for their baby dying of SIDS.
Took four people to pull him off of her.
Friend and I were riding our bikes down this back road and a car comes screeching around the corner. It passes us and slams on the brakes. We stop.
We see the driver viciously punching the passenger for 15 seconds and then exits the driver’s door.
He goes around the car to the passenger side and takes a limp females body out and throws it into the trunk.
He gets back in the car and drives away.
This was in the 90s so no cell phone or anything. My friend and I stood there in shock for a while.
Still think about it.
Saw a a guy who had been st*bbed in the side at a train station in Berlin, Germany. He was on the ground, unconscious with blood streaming down from the wound, and happened to be wedged in a doorway. The door was partially open and some people just walked through it, barely skirting by the guy on the ground. They seemed oblivious or totally unconcerned. Finally police and paramedics arrived and cordoned off the area around him.
A homeless man pull his pants down spread his a*s cheeks apart and sit in the street car track with his feet up in the air in the middle of the road downtown.
A man trying to take his child from her mother (domestic violence stuff) and the crowd watching as if it were entertainment instead of violence.
I worked in a hospital, and one time, a guy came sprinting in the front entrance (not emergency room), screaming for a bathroom before projectile s******g so hard it came flowing out of both pant legs. He just stood there, surrounded by people watching, with a green diarrhea puddle forming at his feet.
I was living in Queens, and just made it into the last car on the N line before the doors closed at Ditmars Blvd, en route to work (Cortland St, so yeah, a long while back.) I saw a homeless guy asleep on a seat (no big) and noticed the car was remarkably empty.
And then the smell hit.
The guy had s**t in his pants, and there was s**t piled on the floor, smeared on the floor, and it was the most vile smell I’ve ever experienced.
If gorgonzola had a baby with MRSA rot and giardia dog p**p, that would be this smell.
The connector door was locked, so I was stuck in the car for about 5 minutes as the train kept pausing on its way to Astoria Blvd (next stop) and I’m breathing through my sleeve and gagging. The moment the door opened, I shoved thought the people and sprinted to the next car.
Every stop thereafter, we’d see people get in the other car, and then try to shove themselves into our car at the next stop, which was NYC full by the third stop. I swear I could still catch whiffs on people in the car who escaped from that one car.
To make it worse, we had a catering demo lunch that day, when I was still queasy, but was expected to try the caterer’s foods to help decide if we’d use them. The appetizer: Crostini with broiled gorgonzola on proscuitto.
I haven’t eaten gorgonzola since.
Guy who’s foot looked like tree bark, and his nails were gnarled and yellow.
I have more disgusting things, but to keep it light on a Sunday – I’ll never forget the time visiting NYC and seeing a dozen or so huge rats having a field day in a trash bag they got into.
Back at my old job. A cook was visibly picking his b**t and grabbed raw meat to put it on the grill with the same hand. I threw it out when he wasn’t looking. Same guy was lactose intolerant. He’d chew food that had dairy in it and spit it out and left it on a plate next to customer’s plates that were going to be served. He still has his job but I lost mine.
I saw a lot lizard coming out of a truck… the she cleaned herself in a puddle that had formed next the truck….
Customer at work with gangrenous enlarged legs that would leak pus and blood on mobility carts. He seemingly had these oozing sores all over his body, but the only size and visual context on how engorged his legs were would be meat canyon’s prosthetic legs. His shirt would be wet and stained from the pus and blood, and he would come in every morning to use the handicap bathroom and wipe himself down and throw the paper towels on the floor, leaving a biohazard to other customers and employees.
The worst part though was the smell. I’ve never smelled a decomposing body, but if I had to venture a guess, he would be the closest I’ve ever smelled. You could smell him from 200 feet away, employees got used to making themselves scarce at that time and path he traveled daily because he would want to talk to them, ask them for help outside getting out of his car and into a cart, or just generally make a scene at self checkout over the price of something. How this man’s body didn’t go into shock when it looked to be bloated and rotting is beyond me, but eventually enough customers and employees complained that he was asked to not come back. I felt bad since he was very obviously living in his car, but the smell was so rancid that I began to carry peppermint oil to put under my nose.














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