25 Gruesome Real-Life Stories About Encountering A Corpse

4. “Bugs had started eating away at him.”

I found my uncle a few years back. He was an alcoholic and smoked two packs of Marlboro Reds a day, so I guess it really wasn’t much of a surprise in hindsight. I went to visit him at his trailer and walked in after nobody answered the door. It was unlocked so I figured he was sleeping. He was nowhere to be found inside and this is when I began to worry. He had a detached shed where he would do his laundry. I didn’t notice when I pulled into the driveway but a laundry basket with clothes still in it was sitting outside the door of the shed. The door was slightly propped open but I couldn’t see inside. I stood in front of the door and called out to my uncle. Silence. I was hoping he had walked down to the store to get another handle of whiskey or some smokes but in the back of my mind I knew something wasn’t right. So I opened the door and there he was lying of the ground. … Bugs had started eating away at him, his body was as stiff as a rock, and the smell was unbearable. … It’s hard to come to grips that someday that will be me, just a glob of rotting flesh and ultimately bug food. I hope this post wasn’t too morbid but that’s most of my story. This is too long but if you have any questions or want more detail PM me.

5. “The image of the kid’s feet hanging in the air is forever etched in the memory lane.”

I was 16 years old and studying at a boarding school in India. It was Sunday afternoon and somebody shouted that a kid hanged himself in the showers. I was with the Hostel Supervisor at that time and was with him when he took the kid down. The Hostel supervisor quickly carried him away to the dispensary. He was pronounced dead an hour later on the way to the hospital.

The image of the kid’s feet hanging in the air is forever etched in the memory lane.

6. “I was 4.”

I heard a shot, went inside and found my mom lying next to her bed dead on the floor with a hole in her head.

I was 4. You can remember things that far back because I remember that, and I remember better memories of my mom.

7. “I’d apparently photographed a dead guy in that locked room.”

In the fall of 1998-99, I would spend time with my friends, breaking into abandoned/condemned houses (because we were idiot teens). One day, I was with a buddy of mine and we got into this old farmhouse that looked as if it would collapse in the next harsh rain. We sometimes took disposable cameras for fun and would get them developed later. I went up the stairs to explore and came across a locked door. The house already being a complete mess, I started kicking at it. A small hole a little larger than my foot was all I could manage. I couldn’t see inside, but I had my camera. So I aimed it through the hole, used the flash, and took a picture to develop it later. We left, used the rest of the film on random stuff and turned them in to be developed. A few days later, I came back for the film, and discovered something. I’d apparently photographed a dead guy in that locked room. Clear as day, a black guy looking scruffy, and likely homeless, rotting in my photograph, not 10ft from where I stood. I don’t know if the developer thought it was a Halloween decoration or what. But he was definitely dead. Couple weeks at least. Don’t think I broke in anywhere for a while. And always took a flashlight, ever since that day.

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