Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Friends With Guns

I was hanging out with some friends downtown when I was about 16, when a familiar sight catched my eye. An old friend, back from elementary school, was sitting at the docks. I walked up to him and we started chit-chatting whilst smoking, until a group of pumped-up guys started approaching us (They apparently knew the elementary school friend)

I'm usually a passive person, so I was just being chill, offering one the guys a lighter because his fire wasn't working properly, which he happily accepted. It seemed to be fine, but one of my mates was sitting on a wall a few feet away from us, texting with his girl if I recall correctly. One of the steroid dudes starting slowly approaching him, my mate obviously not noticing him because he was soaked up in his phone. I noticed, didn't trust it so I called out my friend, but he responded a little late and the steroid fucker punched him in the face pretty hard. Now, I'm a big guy. All these steroid dudes were way smaller than me. I simply walked up to the fucker, looked him straight in the eye and questioned his motives.

The fucker pulled a knife on me. Followed by 2 of his mates. I was freaking out inside, as I wasn't used to being in fights (I usually managed to defuse them by sheer intimidation) and especially not ones involving weapons. I tried to back away slowly, but this fucker lunged at me, knife forward, aimed at my chest. Luckily, I managed to side-step him, and the idiot ran straight into a wall and almost knocked himself out. Both of his buddies were not amused and starting approaching me. I gave a desperate look to my (unhurt) friend, and he reacted in a way that made me avoid him after that incident: He pulled a fucking gun. (Note: I live in the Netherlands, guns are not exactly a common sight here. At the very least not in my city.)

In the end, I didn't even get touched by them but I'd probably be dead if not for the gun-pulling 'friend'. Thanks mate, but I don't want to be involved with the people you're involved with ever again.

Friday, December 26, 2014

With Friends Like This...

When I was about 12, I was at this kid's lake house one weekend in the summer. He lived next door to me in the suburbs so I saw him a lot. Back then, I was super friendly and attracted the friendship of a lot of strange, outcast types. This kid was like that.

He was also hyper-competitive.

We were playing ping-pong on the lake house porch and I let him beat me a couple times. He got cocky and started bragging, telling me I sucked, etc. I got really angry and didn't let him score a point for about 4 straight games, insulting him the entire time. I really lost my cool, really laid into him. He responded in kind, and then started threatening me. I told him to bring it on. He ran at me. I was a lot bigger than him so I just pushed him over backwards, hard, and laughed in his face. His mom rushed out to break it up, and took me down to the lake house basement. I was at the bottom of the staircase and she was about two steps up, interrogating me and trying to figure out what had happened.
And I'll never forget how time completely stopped and how cinematic it was, seeing first the long, thin barrel of a rifle, and then the rest of the gun, and then the kid, and then the look in the kid's eyes as he slowly descended down the stairs behind his mom
Turning, the mom saw this, screamed, snatched the gun out of the kid's hands and called for the kid's father. He came and took the gun away. They sent the kid to his room.

And then... it was like nothing had even happened. The kid stayed in his room. I stayed in the basement. A couple hours later, the kid came down and apologized, and we just kept right on with the weekend.

Thinking about it now, I completely de-realized and dissociated the event while it was happening. I completely denied its plausibility. And everyone else did too. The kid literally tried to shoot me with a hunting rifle and no one said a fucking thing. I haven't even thought about it 5 times since it happened, over 15 years ago.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Unedited Footage of a Bear

Party Crashers

Senior year of high school during spring break. At a house party around midnite after hours of drinking with a couple dozen kids from my school. All I remember before the incident is that we had an epic beeramid that went from the table to the ceiling and incorporated handles of vodka and tons of beer cans. Also, a friend was selling bags out of an ounce. ~$400 street value.

While standing around drinking and shooting the shit 4 guys come in through the back door. 3 in bandanas and 1 in a ski mask holding a gun. 1 of the guys in a bandana is immediately recognized as a junior at our school. They were all juniors at our school. Not too bright.

The guy with the gun immediately approaches my friend to the left of me, knocks the beer out of his hand, puts the gun to his head and tells him to get the fuck down. He turns to me and does the same thing. My friend to the left picks up his beer (he was a heavy alcoholic, even then, and has since died at age 27; RIP Chris). The guy turns back to Chris and knocks the beer out of his hand again and questions his hearing. Him picking up the beer still makes me smile at his persistence.

At this point I turn to my friend to the right, 'Mark' and quietly tell him I don't think it's a real gun. Another friend had a couple hundred dollars on him and tried to walk down the front hallway toward the front door.

As the guy with the gun turns and yells at my friend trying to leave 'Mark' and I jump ski mask guy. Mark wrapped up his torso trying to take him down. I grab the hand with the gun and punch him in the face with my other hand. As I'm punching him and holding his gun hand, HE UNLOADS THE GUN luckily not hitting anyone. It sounded like a cap gun. I'd only heard a shotgun in person before and this was much quieter. After about 5 or 10 seconds we get him face down on the hardwood floor.
I'm sitting on his back as he struggles and slamming his head into the ground to subdue him. His mask is off and some girls recognize him. They grab a snow shovel and try to hit him in the head with it while screaming his name asking him how he could do this. We keep them away. After he stopped struggling we let him stand up and stumble out the back door. Only about 90 seconds had elapsed since we first noticed the robbers. We were in shock, I guess, and kinda didn't realize what the hell just happened.

I guess his 3 buddy's ran away immediately and someone at the party examined the gun. It was a .22, very real and the slide was cocked back indicating it was emptied. There were also several small bullet holes in the walls and ceiling.

I don't know who called the police, but they arrived within 5 or 10 minutes and a bunch of us had to go to the station to give statements until 6 AM.

He was arrested the next day and eventually was sentenced to 10 years (attempted robbery, armed criminal action) and his buddies got 5 years each as accessories. They were all 17 years old. None of them served their full sentences and AFAIK they are all out.

Guys tried to rob party with kids from their own school because they heard there was weed. Were immediately recognized, guy with the gun got his ass beat, and they all served time.
Don't be like drunk 18 year old me. Assume all guns are real and give them what they want because they will try to shoot you if you don't.
Link with mugshot

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Scuba Steve, Damn You

I was SCUBA diving with my then-(alcoholic) boyfriend in a murky lake when I was 18. We were down about 40 feet and the visibility was really low, so I couldn't see him. I had just checked my gauge and after being down there for 10-15 minutes, I had plenty of air left. Then I took a breath, and nothing. The diaphragm in the regulator clicked and there was no air. I started to try to look around for him and then I felt that I was stuck. At first I thought I was caught on something, but then I realized that he had turned off my air and was holding me down. He wouldn't let go and he wouldn't let me take his extra regulator. I knew that even if I could get away, I might not make it up to the surface safely (I was too deep and had been down too long), but that was my only alternative. The only problem was he wasn't letting go. I couldn't get at the air valve on my tank and I couldn't get at him. My mind kept switching between thinking "I'm going to die" and "stay as calm as possible to keep your respiratory rate down." He let me struggle for what seemed to be forever and then finally he decided to turn my air back on. I immediately surfaced and he followed. When I asked him why he did that, he said, "I wanted to see what would happen to you." It was one of the most terrifying things I have ever experienced.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Just Another Night in Harlem

My aunt, uncle, and cousins live in Harlem, NY. They're pretty well off (two story, 3 bathroom, 3 bedroom apartment in the city is not an easy task) so it's on the outskirts, and I wouldn't say I was ever scared or nervous being there before. I remember my cousin saying something like, 'the neighborhood is safe until it's dark, then it's just Harlem. No matter how inoffensive you want to be, sometimes it's a shitty place with shitty people.'
One weekend about 3 years ago, I went up to stay with my aunt while my uncle & cousins were away. We both LOVED Harry Potter and the last movie had just come out in theaters. I decided to come up so we could see it together, then I'd stay over and go home the next day.
That night, I stayed in the living room so I could watch TV without waking my aunt. I was texting my boyfriend at the time, and we ended up getting into an argument. He called me, and during our stupid fight I decided I needed a cigarette. Her apartment was in a shared building, so you had to be buzzed in or have a key to get back in from the front. They had a back yard, so I went out there. What I didn't know was, the door locked automatically from the inside.
I finished my cigarette, and the argument, then turned to go back in. Locked. In denial, I tried again. Locked. Definitely locked. Okay, no problem, I'll just ring the- Oh right. I'm in the backyard. I knocked, but didn't want to make too much noise because it was about 1AM and she had neighbors. No response. Did I mention I also didn't have my aunts phone number?
I was standing on the top of the stairs that led down to the backyard. The street that ran through the back of their building was blocked off by tall gates you needed a key to unlock. However, the main streets on either side were completely visible, as was I, high up on the little porch. Also, they had a motion light right above the door that kept coming on because I was standing there. I was starting to get nervous, so I called my brother. He woke up my mom and they took turns calling my aunts cell phone (which we later found out was on silent, of course) and house phone, which I could hear ringing. No response from my snoozing aunt.
After about 30 minutes since I realized I was locked out, I heard voices. I looked over towards the main street and saw a group of men walking by. They stopped near the gate and it looked like they were checking something out on the ground. Suddenly, their voices increased to shouts and they started beating what I then realized was a man, presumably homeless or something of the sort, that had been sitting on the sidewalk. I heard barking and saw the man's dog jump up on one of the attackers, only to be shoved hard to the ground. I watched the dog bolt off down the street as they continued the beating.
Still on the phone with my mom and brother, I shrank down to sit on the steps, and my movement caused the motion light to turn back on. I had been quietly relaying what was going on to them, but didn't think I was in any trouble. That was when I heard "Hey! HEY! We see your light! You see me?"
I stopped breathing. The man yelled out again, "Hey girl! I see you! You saw us and now we see you." They all started laughing as the man who was shouting jumped up on the gate. I was crying at this point and my mom was screaming she was gonna call the police.
The man hung on the gate, rattling it and saying he could hop over no problem. He then got up on top, straddling the gate as if he was gonna jump down. I heard, "You wanna end up like our friend here?" He gestured to the homeless man, unconscious on the ground. "Lemme just come say hi." Now, I still hadn't moved, I still hadn't spoken, I was just silently crying while my mom and brother frantically called my aunt over and over.
Then, a window opened high up in one of the apartments across the street. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER OR I WILL BE CALLING THE COPS ON YOUR ASS!!!" Slam, as they shut the window.
The man laughed and yelled to me, "See? Look you're gettin me in trouble, girl!" And he jumped down. I knew he was about 50 steps and one more hop over a now crappier gate before I had no more protection in between him and myself. He threw his hands out like, what are you gonna do now? when one of the guys punched his arm through the gate and pointed to something down the street. They stood there for a minute looking before he yelled "Aw, SHIT!" and jumped back over. They then ran off down the street laughing.
I have no idea what he pointed out. I still had to wait about another 20 minutes before my aunt woke up and let me in, and I never saw anything/one pass by. I definitely heard more rowdy voices during that time, but I didn't see anyone. I kept thinking they were gonna come around to the other gate and try to jump that one, since it was far away from the apartment of the person who yelled at them, and whatever they saw down the street. Thankfully, they didn't.
We did call the cops and informed them of what happened so they could possibly help the poor man who was jumped. We saw them arrive there with an ambulance, but I never found out what happened to him.

Thug Life Low-Rider and the Great Escape

One time my brother, sister, and I were driving to get food from Mcdonalds and my brother, who was driving, decided to take a shortcut by a busy park.

The park was always filled with guys playing basketball and it was known for being pretty dangerous at night with drug and gang activity. We were about to drive by the entrance of the park and all of a sudden this low-rider truck with flames on the side speeds out of the park even though they had a stop sign.

So my brother slams on the brakes because the truck almost hit us and the truck stops too and I see that there are two guys who look pretty scary in the truck. We didn’t have time to react other than to wonder what the hell the guys were doing, when I see them start yelling out the window at us like we had done something wrong. Then they start driving up to our car really fast so my brother starts driving away and they follow us.

We were all pretty freaked out but it was broad daylight and we figured we could get back to the main road and be okay. Then the guys sped up behind us and were only a foot away from our car and we realized they were trying to hit us! So we all start yelling and freaking out and my brother speeds up to 70 in a residential neighborhood and still they are right on our tail.

We were really scared and confused because we have no idea what provoked them unless they really thought we had cut them off. My brother decides to slow down because this is getting super dangerous and then the truck comes up beside us and they are cussing at us and trying to hit us from the side. Then they speed in front of us and block the road.

At this point I decided to call the police and as I’m calling, I see the guys getting out of their car and one of them is carrying a baton! The 911 operator answers and I start screaming that some guys are following us and trying to hit our car and now they have blocked the road and have weapons. She just kept saying why are they doing that! I realized the cops were not going to help us (what else is new) and then my brother pulls an awesome maneuver and puts the car in reverse and makes a super fast U turn and speeds away. He said “good thing I’ve been playing so much Grand Theft Auto!”

We looked behind us and they weren’t following anymore. We got on the main road and drove home without incident.

Meanwhile, I’m still on the phone with stupid 911 and they are wanting to meet me at my house and were acting like we were criminals. I declined and told them to go find the truck.
We were all glad to be safe and still wonder what provoked these creeps to tail us and what would have happened if my brother had not been thinking so quickly and backed up. Creepy, violent, low riding thugs, Iet’s never meet again.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Someone made a comic of that classic micro horror story. Enjoy.

Waking To Find A Strange Baby in Bed With You

BATTLE CREEK, Mich. — A woman woke up to an infant in her bed and had no idea where the child came from or whose it was.

Read the rest here.