Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Scary Shit Kids Say

My daughter saw me getting dry skin off my shoulder after a bad sunburn and asked if she could keep my skin flakes and put them in a jar so when I die she can make a mommy mask and remember me always.

I was tucking in my two year old. He said “Good bye dad.” I said, “No, we say good night.” He said, “I know. But this time it’s good bye.”

I was on a bus recently and we were stopped outside a walk-in-clinic. A little girl in the seat in front of me turned to her dad and said, “Death is the poor man’s doctor.” And that was that.

We had a cat that had still born kittens. My son asked me if we could make crosses for them, which we did. As we were making them, he asked:
Son: “Aren’t those too small?”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Son: “Aren’t we going to nail them to them?”
Me: (After several moments of silence) “We’re not going to do that.”
Son: “Oh.”

We had just moved into a new house and two kids showed up at the door. When I asked if I could help them, one of them said, “our mom wants us to tell you, the old people who used to live here are buried at the end of the road.” They ran off and I have never seen those kids again to this day.

When my daughter was 3 she woke up one morning looking rough. I asked if she slept okay and she said, “No! Popaw Mike kept me up all night pinching my toes!” My dad, her Popaw Mike, passed away 8 years before she was born and that’s how he used to wake my brother and I up when we were little.

My 3-year-old daughter stood next to her new born brother and looked at him for a while, then turned and looked at me and said, “Daddy it’s a monster… we should bury it.”

My son telling me in the sweetest of voices in a consoling tone… “Don’t worry mommy, I’ll never murder you.”

From my neighbor’s three year old: “When’s the baby going to come out of your tummy?!” I didn’t even know that I was pregnant yet.

One night I let my then 3 year old sleep with me because my husband was gone. It was dead quiet in the house and she whispers “Ive got ya where I want ya and now I’m gonna eat ya”.

When my son was three, he came and climbed into bed with us, crying. I asked what was wrong, he said that the big fat man with a bloody hole in his head kept trying to open his window.

My best friend Lisa died when I was pregnant with my daughter. When my daughter was 3 I heard her laughing. I said ” what are you laughing at?” She said ” auntie Lisa is making silly faces at me and playing with me.”

My five year old has stuck to this SAME story since he was 3: "I remember my last mom and dad died and you found me, remember, I was on the side of the road when you found me as a baby. I had a little sister before but she’s dead too."

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Better Safe Than Sorry

 When you are a kid you are always taught to avoid strangers, and informed about dangerous situations and how to handle them. I always took these lessons to heart, I was a pretty paranoid child. I think every community has it's own lore about vans and bad people, which brings me to my story.

     When I was 7 my grandma lived a few houses down from me, so it was commonplace for me to walk down and visit her. It was kind of a ritual, walk down, eat candy she always had available and watch Rescue 911. It was nearly an everyday occurrence.

     One day I was walking down and I heard. A vehicle approaching, which, of course, wasn't unusual. However, it started to slow down and I saw the shadow if a van come over me, then it stopped. I freaked!! I immediately started running as fast as I could. Then I hear a familiar voice yell MaryAnn! I stopped and was my dad ( who wasn't living with us at the time) in his new van. We had a good laugh about it. He told me I did the right thing by running. Better safe than sorry lol.

Friday, February 13, 2015

Bank Robbery

(Alone at Night note: This story comes from an Alone at Nighter, Sara, who also shared her story Handcuff Basement, which is one of our very favorite stories on Alone at Night. After you get done reading this one, check out Handcuff Basement )

This time of year always brings back bad memories and anxiety for me because it was around this time 8 years ago that I was working at a bank during a robbery. I still remember it so vividly that it terrifies me. And when I recount the story to someone, and they ask me if I'm making it up, I wish I could say yes. But this was my real life.

It was around 11am and I had just set my station up for my shift. My first customer had come to me and was disgruntled about something to the point that I had to call my manager over. I was kind of standing behind my manager at my window as he was talking to the customer. I didn't see it, but I heard it; the loudest crash of the glass door being swung open against the wall at full force. And before I saw them, I heard them yelling and ordering everyone to "get on the fucking floor. Get on the fucking floor now"! I saw both of them with their stocking caps pulled down over their faces, and their guns waving all over the place. But somehow, they didn't see me (how I know this will be disclosed just a little later).

I dropped to the floor on my stomach. The teller next to me was also lying on the floor and we were facing each other. We kind of raised our heads to whisper to one another. She was terrified because she was pregnant. I just kept telling her the baby will be ok. And then I kept thinking in my head "please let her baby be ok", "did I tell my husband I loved him this morning", "was I going to die"? A million thoughts raced through my head.

My window was right next to a little wooden half gate that separated the teller line from the lobby. As I was lying on the ground, one of the robbers kicked the gate open so hard that it flew off its hinges, crashing into the wall behind the teller line. And then he came behind the teller line and stopped at my window where my manager still was. He pulled my manager off the floor and kept yelling at him to "open the drawer and empty the money". But my manger couldn't because he didn't have the key to my drawer. The robber kept yelling to open the G--Damn drawer now" or he would start shooting. I could hear the teller across from me telling me to tell the robber that it was my drawer. That's how I know he didn't see me. Because then (and I don't know what gave me the idea or the impulse to do this) I stood up. I don't even really remember the process of standing up. I was on the ground and then I wasn't. I was behind the robber telling him that it was my drawer, I had the key. He spun around startled that I was standing there, and I'm lucky his first instinct wasn't to shoot me. But I definitely saw the gun. He pushed my manager out of the way and told me to open the drawer, which I very nervously did. The whole time thinking "should I press the button"? "What if he sees me push the button"? "Should I say something to him"? But I didn't do anything except give him the money.

The other robber was kind of in the middle of the lobby keeping an eye on the two entrances and the customers. Then he ran up to the teller windows and told the other teller to "Get off the floor bitch". There was a lot of "get down, get up, stay down" etc. When they were satisfied with what they got, or out of time, (I don't know), they turned to leave out of the same door they came in. The robber who was at my window started to walk away, but then he turned around toward my manger and hit him on the side of the head with the handle of the gun. I guess just to prove a point. As fast and as fiercely as they entered, they exited. This all probably happened in under 10 minutes.

I didn't even cry until the next morning on my way to work. But made myself go back. Several people quit. A few months later, we found out that the robber (there were actually 5 involved) had been arrested. And unbelievably, they were the same guys who robbed that same branch just two months prior, right before I started working there.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Gun To Head

I don't think he was intending to kill me, but I had a kid hold a gun to my head at a party because his girlfriend was sitting on my lap. A lot of people were sitting outside around a fire, and I was sitting next to this girl. This other girl comes up and starts talking to her, and ends up plopping down on my leg. If I were a horse, you'd say she was sitting sidesaddle. I didn't think nothing of it, and pretty much ignored her.

Not much later, i was walking around the house to take a pee when her boyfriend was walking past, and stops me and says he needs to talk to me. He wasn't a friend, but we've crossed paths before. I didn't think anything of it. We kinda go around the side of the house, and he pulls a semi auto handgun out from behind his back, and holds it like a wanna be gangster. Hard to describe, but it was up at his head level, sideways, about a foot from his head. Aimed at my head.

I was pretty drunk, and told him to chill out. No need to be pulling guns out, we're having a party, we're all here to have fun, etc etc. He says he doesn't want me messing with his girl. I try to explain to him that she just sat on my leg and I wasn't even talking to her, but he wanted to make his point so I let him. He tucked the gun into his waistband and covered it with his jacket and walked away.
As I was walking back to the fire, one of his buddies gets in my way and starts talking smack about me messing with his friend's girl .. I don't think he finished his sentence before my friend's friend (who is a big, fearless kinda guy) punched him square in the mouth. And then he turned to gun kid who was a few feet away and said something like "if you pull that gun out I'm going to make you eat it".

A few other non-violent types started suggesting that gun kid and his buddy should probably leave, and they did. But not after making a big spectacle of themselves once they were a safe distance away .. talking smack and gun kid was pulling his jacket up so we could see the handle of his gun.

I found out the next day that gun kid ended up going to jail that night. He was in the parking lot of a 7/11, showing off by lifting his jacket and a cop saw it. I guess the cop drew his gun on the kid, and a bunch of squad cars showed up and it turned into a big spectacle.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Staff Note: Thanks to a Alone at Nighter who shared this story as a comment to a different story.

This honestly happened to me and my father when I was around 10 or so. My mom had went to spend the night at her moms house, who was ill, so she and her sisters traded nights taking care of her. My neighborhood was pretty good at the time, safe and friendly for the most part.

I had spent the day playing around outside by myself, riding my bike, baking mud pies in reeses wrappers, playing with my skip it in the road, etc. my dad had been inside working on our basement that we were remodeling pretty much all day.

It was just me and my dad at home that night. I was on the cumputer playing games when the phone rang.

I answered it and it was a man who said he was a police officer and that theyd had reports of break ins and things being stolen in the area and he wanted to make sure we were ok. He asked me if all our doors were locked and car doors and if the house was secure. I said yes, then said hang on and you can talk to my dad. The man quickly said no, and for me to pass the message on to my dad.

Being 10 and naive, I told my dad and said it sure was nice for the police to call and check on us and give people notice like that.

My dad didnt say much, but he got a flashlight and wandered outside for awhile, checking our out buildings and car doors, etc. he came back inside and we both went about our business.

I went to bed pretty late that night, probably around 1am. I woke up around 230'am (i remember because i had a digital glowing clock on the wall opposite my bed). Not sure what woke me up, but i remember thinking i heard pounding and a whirring noise outside my window (my room was in the back of the house, near the woods and our out buildings). It was one of those things where you dont know if you heard it or it was in a dream, so i went back to sleep.

Woke up later that morning to my dad and the police in our front yard. 

Turns out, someone had broke into the building where we kept our ATV and some tools. Which was right outside my room.

Turns out I really did hear noises, my dad was annoyed asking me why i didnt come tell him.

The police said they had no record of any staff contacting people in the neighborhood about break ins, nor any record of any crimes at all committed recently in the area.

They said more than likely it was just thieves who had scoped our house out somehow. They mentioned it was possible that the thieves had seen me outside playing and assumed no one was home (creepy) until they called and discovered my dad was there. Then for whatever reason they still decided to target us.

It had to have been someone we knew somehow, or someone who had been watching us in the past because they knew where the Atv and tools were kept.

We never found out who did it and never found the missing items.

This is a true story, things like this happen, so i wouldnt be too quick to dismiss this motel story

First time was years ago I was 7-8 years old I was playing in the park behind my house. Don't even remember what I was doing, just that I was winded and tired after. I sat on my fence trying to catch my breath and I woke up in the hospital 4 days later. I had no idea what had happened and after an explanation with the cops and my parents, I found out that the kid next door who was 14-15 years old at the time, had thrown a brick at me, hit me in the head, and it had fractured my skull. Then while I was laying on the ground, out like a light, he stomped on my face, neck and kicked me in my ribs a bunch a times and broke 6 of em. He was searching for the brick he had thrown earlier and was saying he was gonna bash my head in when my dad returned from work and saw what was going on. If my dad had not gotten home when he did, I'd probably be dead now. Although I had lived at the house my entire life, I had little to no interactions with the neighbor kid that did this to me and we had never argued or had bad blood. I never found out why he did this, but 10 years later he got sent away to prison for multiple murders.

The second time was when I was in the military. I had gone off base to a bar, had some drinks and ended up leaving with a girl that I had been flirting with on/off for the last few weeks. Because I was a senior NCO I had my own room, not the multiple bunks in a huge room, like many others, and we went there. She and I were partly undressed when I got a knock at my door. Being in the military and in the position I was, it was a normal thing to get knocks at weird hours. I expected it to be one of the privates or corporals so I answered in my underwear. Instead there was some guy there who I had never seen before, holding a carving knife. I was a bit freaked out and the dude tries to step into the room, and I moved back enough that he was in the doorway and not outside on the hall. he then starts waving the knife around and ranting and screaming for a good minute about how I was fucking his girlfriend and that he was gonna kill me. I told him that she said she didn't have a boyfriend, but he didn't seem to care, and tried to stab me in the stomach. I sidestepped to my right, his left and slammed the door at him. I am guessing the adrenaline that was pumping through me must have given me some sort of super strength, because that door hit him hard, enough that I heard the thump and heard him make the "oomph" sound people make when the wind is knocked out of them. I remember seeing some of my boys running down the hall at this time. He was half in the doorway now and half in the hall and I kicked the door at him again, and it hit him full on the chest/face area, and then I closed it just as 10-12 guys jumped him as he was trying to get up off the floor. I heard screaming and opened the door, one of my corporals was holding his hand, blood all over and I though he had gotten stabbed or cut but...ends up I actually closed the door on his hand and busted 3 of his fingers, bones sticking out etc. Ended up the dude was her ex from over a year earlier who had been stalking her. He got 2 years for attempted, I ended up getting laid, and then went broke, buying beers for my boys the night after.

Roomate's Friend

It was a normal friday night with me and my friends just drinking and smoking the night away. I lived in a dorm at the time with 3 roommates. The doorbell rings, my roommate tells me one of his friends is at the door and asks me to open it. I greet the guy and go about my business.

My little brother wanted to come over and I let him. Right away I noticed my roommates friend and my brother not getting along, I remove my brother and myself from the situation by going to my room and playing xbox. I let the door open because my roommates wanted to play with us (big mistake). While playing one of my roommates enters en sits down. Another 15 minutes pass and his friend comes in. I let him sit down because he didn't seem agressive. He and my brother keep going at it. I told my brother to shut up and let it be and told the guy to get out of my room. He declined my request to leave, I repeated myself and again no.

I stood up and told him to leave the fucking room. I stood next to him and told him to stand up because he was leaving. He stood up and walked to the door and frooze infront of it. He turned around at which point my brother stood up. The guy immediately took an attacking stance. I tried just guiding him to the door by pushing his shoulder towards the door. As my brother came closer he pulled out a knife and lashed at my brother. He only missed because as I saw the knife coming out I punched him to the floor. I told him to stop and he whilst still dazed pushed me to the wall where I hit my head and fell down. I saw him standing over me and trying to cut my face. He did. He also cut my leg because of me trying to kick him off me. My brother took a chair and pushed him off me with it. He ran to the kitchen to grab a bigger knife, while screaming he would kill my brother. As soon as he leaves I tell my brother to lock the door and call the police.

While still in complete shock of what happened to me I open my eyes and see a red/white glow out of my left eye, I thought he had blinded me. As I keep blinking my eyesight started returning and I quickly realized the red I saw was blood that had shot in my eye. He missed my eye and hit my eyebrow because he failed to take my glasses off in time. Police came with a swat team and 4 dogs to pick him up. I didn't get therapy because I've worked through it myself, but I still look over my shoulder when walking outside. Did I forget to mention he was 27 and my brother was 17 and I was 19? That he was twice my size and thrice my brothers. During the arguments he tried to get my brother to go outside and fight with him and I only now realized he probably was going to kill my brother.