22. I saw the aftermath of my father’s tragic death

“Seeing the after math of blood and matter of my father’s tragic death. He was hit by a car while walking and killed instantly. Got to the scene as fast as I could, his body was already bagged but everything else remained, his clothing that literally scraped off of him as he was drug down the street, shoes, and miscellaneous things that were in his pockets. Fucked me up for a long time. It’s been 3 years and I’m doing alright now, I can finally talk about it… but I went into a very dark place those first 2 yrs.” — VanillaSkyy

23. I heard a woman screaming bloody murder

“I used to take care of a developmentally disabled man in a community protection program. He had to be kept away from people because of his sudden violent outbursts. His parents were rich and bought an old farm house on 10 acres or so about 4 miles out of town, so that he could be away from the public and not forced into a psych ward. For four years I worked there on a 56-Hour shift – come in on Sunday evening and leave Wednesday afternoon. There were two of us on these shifts and we were both supposed to be there the entire 56hrs, but because we were the most senior “trainers” on staff we’d take turns going home on one/two of the nights.

After three years of being in that house I had become comfortable with it, despite it being so isolated and overall kind of creepy. I would always stay up and watch TV until around midnight (my client was always locked in his room around 8pm). One night, about 12:15am I turned the TV off and pulled the covers over myself to try and get some sleep on the nastiest futon ever. There was one window in the “Staff Room” and it faced the back of the property, and was about 6 feet off the ground. I had just started drifting to sleep when I heard the most blood curdling woman’s scream from right outside the window. I popped up so fast that I nearly lost consciousness and had to steady myself in the doorway while the scream continued and then faded away. I grabbed a flashlight from the laundry room and threw open the back door illuminating the area outside the window and there was nothing. I ran along the perimeter of the house and saw NOTHING.

I watched the sun come up the next morning desperately glued to the TV trying to distract myself from what had happened. All of the people I worked with were much older than me, and there was no good reason to play a prank like that in the middle of January in Eastern Oregon. I’m sure there’s an explanation, but it bothers me to this day.” — michaelnpdx

24. My dog attacked a man that stepped on our property

“I was 8 and woke up to an explosion of dog barks and screams coming from our back yard then the screams trailing down the street. We get outside and my dog is chewing on a bloody shoe and a bit of gym shorts were hanging off the backyard fence. We call the cops they investigate. From the foot prints they could see the guy tried every window with my dog following, when he got to mine my dog went full attack mode. The guy was pick up that night on a unrelated charge but they put 2 and 2 together later and charged him. My dog allowed them to collect the gym shorts but that shoe was his. He was happy and let the cops pet him as much as they liked, animal control the next day when they drew a little blood for a rabies test, that shoe though was his.” — tdasnowman