26 Average People Reveal The Blood-Curdling Memories They Wish They Could Forget

12. I watched my dog get hit by a car

“Watching my big dog get hit by a car and go flying through the air WHILE my neighbor’s bigger dog got ran over and tumbled again and again by the same car at the same time. Bumpers were ripped off and pieces of the exhaust were all over the road. I was 10 years old, home alone and had to run into my neighbor’s house to tell them their dog was unconscious and lying in a pool of blood. P.s. both dogs lived, but it was a long recovery for both. I was standing in front of the oncoming car, on the side of the road. It’s burned in my memory.” — PMyouMooningME

13. An escaped criminal walked into our house

“I was around 8/9 and my and my sisters rooms were upstairs in our house and my parents room was downstairs. This particular night I was sick and my parents let me sleep on the couch in the living room. Somewhere around 3/4a.m. I remember waking up because I heard someone come in the front door (which opens directly into the living room). I remember opening my eyes to see someone walking through the living room and into the kitchen. And I seemingly fell back asleep for a few minutes, the next thing I knew I was woken up to red & blue lights flashing through the house. Then I hear my dad & moms hushed whispers and dad arguing with what sounded like another man. Again young me, just fell back asleep. Come to find out the next morning. Apparently a man who was fleeing the cops had pulled into our driveway, and walked into our house (!!!!) and was trying to convince my dad to tell the cops he was his dad and this was his house. Uh yah dad def did NOT do that and guy ended up in jail.” — karmar13

14. I pointed a loaded gun at myself

“When I was a kid, I was rummaging around in the basement and found a gun. I, like a moron, pointed it at myself and almost pulled the trigger not thinking. I was young, maybe I thought it was a toy, I cant be sure. I stopped cause I heard something upstairs, stashed the gun back where I found it. A few years later I went and looked at the gun, it hadnt moved from where I put it, and it was in fact loaded.

There was also a time when I was 13, I was swimming in the lake and pushed off of the bottom to come back up for air. My foot slipped between tree roots and I couldnt reach the surface. The most chilling part for me was my fingertips were barely skimming the surface tension of the water. I was terrified, and after a few seconds of kicking and panic, I swam downwards and pried the roots off my foot.

Im still afraid of drowning.” — Canadian_Toast

15. A ghost haunted our house

“When I was young enough to still be in a crib, my room and my parents’ room were mirror images separated by a wall. When i got older, I moved upstairs and the wall was knocked down to make a true master bedroom. My dress clothes were stored in the closet in what had been my room. For some reason, every time I used to go in there looking for something, my heart would start racing and I would get really scared for no real reason and run out of there as quickly as i could. When I tried to think and figure out what made me feel this way, I would get this image in my head of being in the dark staring at the closet and fire dancing around the room. One time, my mom noticed how anxious I was coming out of her room and asked me what was wrong. When I told her, the color ran from her face and she asked me, “You remember?” I didn’t know what she was talking about so she explained. While I was still in the crib, I used to wake my parents crying just about every night, telling them that there was a man in the closet and he wanted us to leave. After this had been going on for weeks and weeks, she started asking me questions about him. When she asked me who the man was, I told her “Bill.” That freaked her the fuck out. Before we moved in, the house had belonged to her great-uncle Bill. When he was elderly, he had a live-in assistant who it turns out was actually a burglar who was robbing the houses in the neighborhood. I guess Bill started to figure it out because eventually the guy tied him to the bed, robbed the house and set the house on fire before running out. He eventually got caught but Bill burned to death. After learning the name, my mom said she basically said out loud “Uncle Bill, this is (my mom), we live here now, this is my son duke0fvandal5 and you’re scaring him. We’re going to take good care of your house so please leave us be.” After that I slept through the night with no problem and that was the last we heard of the man in the closet.” — duke0fvandal5

Holly is the author of Severe(d): A Creepy Poetry Collection.

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