10. Back in the early 90s, a friend worked as a waiter in the city but lived in Forest Hills, Queens. My buddy was in his early twenties and had long brown hair. From behind in the dark, you could easily mistake him for a woman.
He was walking home from the subway one night, and a man rushed passed him and he felt a searing pain in his neck. As the man turned back to face him, the man’s look went from an almost sexual gratification to utter fear. The man bolts and in a rush of adrenaline, my friend starts running after this man, but he couldn’t catch him.
Reaches up to his neck, realizes his throat has been cut open. So, he holds the wound, and walks home (deeply in shock). Gets home, standing in the bathroom, Dad walks in. Friend’s white dress shirt is now a red dress shirt. Father grabs him and they go to the emergency room. 37 stitches, just missed the artery.
Turns out this was a serial killer preying on young brunette women in the city, and my friend is the only person to survive an attack and who can identify him. Based on his description, they finally catch the killer. My friend goes to court and testifies and the guy gets multiple life sentences.
11. I was 17, in the front yard with a few friends. Heard alot of gunshots go off. Not unusual in the south. Noticed 2 guys quickly get in a car on my road parked about 50 yards from my house, and driving our way. Thought I’d step to the side of the road and ask them what they were doing. The driver slows to a stop, points the gun at my chest, and pulls trigger 3 times click, click, click. No bullets. Then speeds off.
Immediately I knew something was wrong. There is a mom and pop store around the corner, so me and my friend ran over there. First thing we see is a guy shot dead in parking lot, while wife and kid was screaming. I was in shock. Walked in the store to find the store owner in the back, shot dead.