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

6. They found their missing friend’s bloody clothes

“When my friend’s dad was around 17 years old, he decided to go camping with about 8 or so of his friends. This took place in the Wisconsin forest. When they got to the site, they decided to split up to collect firewood in groups of two, and meet back at the site in around 20 minutes. One group wasn’t back right away, and since they were a couple, they just assumed they were fornicating in some bushes, and cracked a couple jokes about it. After around an hour they decided they should probably go look for them, and headed off to search in the area they had been collecting wood.

They saw behind a bush part of the girl’s bloody shirt, and the man’s shoes were lying scattered around the scene. They quickly rushed back to their car so they could drive to the park ranger’s office, which was about 5 miles away, and report the incident. However, they found that their gas had been syphoned, so they had no choice but to walk. On their walk back to the office, they saw a semi pass by with one driver and two faces pressed up against the window, which they believe were their friends begging for help.

The two friends were reported missing and have never been found to this day.” — Ya_Boi_Henry_Clay

7. We were being targeted for a robbery by bandits

“I was on a 15 hour bus trip from the Yucatan to Chiapas in Mexico with my family. It was late at night, and after several hours of driving we stopped at a gas station to go the bathroom, grab snacks, etc. It would have been like any other trip, however I noticed there was an unusual amount of police. When we got back on the bus, the driver informed us that the police had received a tip that our bus was being targeted for a robbery by Mexican bandits. They would escort us.

We drove and drove for hours up a nauseatingly winding road, on the side of a cliff. One police truck in front of us, and one behind us, armed to the 9’s. I was on high alert, but after a while I dozed off. That was, until the bus came to an abrupt stop. I remember peering out the front window, and seeing a series of large rocks placed strategically across the road. Everything was dark, save these rocks being illuminated by the bus lights.

If the police hadn’t been there, this is what would have went down:

Step 1: Bus driver disembarks, tries to remove rocks.

Step 2: Mexican bandits kill bus driver, or holds hostage.

Step 3: Bandits board bus.

Step 4: Rob, Rape, Kill.

I was 17 years old, white looking female, (I’m a halfie, and the rest of my family is Mexican, or looks full Mexican) and even then I knew what would have happened to me. Kidnapping for ransom would definitely not have been out of the question, and rape a high guarantee. We were in the middle of nowhere on a bloody fucking mountain. If the policia weren’t there, would I be here to tell this story? Probably not.” — _bananas

8. Someone broke into our house

“When I was 3, our home was broken into. The burglar stole money off of my parent’s dresser, and then went into my room and just stared over my sleeping body. I woke up and saw him. My father watched him from his bedroom while calling the police. When the burglar left and the police were there with the lights on, his footprints were in the shag carpet.

This is my earliest memory.” — airhornsman

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

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