I had been living on my own for a year and woke up to some man rifling thorough my stuff. He had a bag of my stuff so I grabbed a readers digest world atlas and beat him unconscious with it. The police told me I shouldn't have done it
Police came, took him awa, charged him, he got put in the jayl. Apparently it's not ok to break/dislocate someone's fingers whilst you're awaiting the police to arrive when they try and escape.
The sound of an air ambulance helicopter landing right outside my window. It landed about 20m (approx 65ft) away from my bedroom window. It was my day off and I was still asleep. Half awake I started wondering how on earth a helicopter can fly so low for so long. After a while I realized that a helicopter was actually landing outside my window. Got up, went to the balcony and saw a helicopter just outside.
Either the time i woke up int he middle of the night with the uneasey feeling of being watched and my eldest son who was about 4 at the time just standing at the foot of the bed staring and not saying anything. I was like "huny, go back to bed?" and he just left without saying anything as well. sleep walking kids are terrifying.
Or the time i was woken up at 4am with my neighbour screaming in a tone I can only describe as "Just witnessed something horrible in the trenches" and that was how I first called the police on my violent next door psychopath.
oh or the time when my eldest was about 2 months old, i was knackered beyond recognition and i woke up completely convinced he was dead because i'd fallen asleep with him next to me on the bed and he was missing. turns out my hubby had just moved him to the cot and let us both sleep.
A man weakly crying "help" outside. Not a single person had heard his car crash into the tree in our yard, or heard the tree fall on him (something else disturbing I learned later: if it had fallen in the other direction I could have died). I was pretty young at the time so at first I thought it was a crazy person yelling "hail" and I thought it couldn't possibly be hailing. Then I thought he was crying "hell" and was some satanist doing a crazy ritual. Finally I realized he was calling for help and I went and woke my parents.
My parents went out to investigated then called rescue services, which were out there for several hours. I wasn't allowed to go out and it was too dark really to see from my window. But my parents later told me the engine had been pushed back into the driver seat, crushing at least one of his legs. He was eventually freed and air lifted out. Never really found out what happened to him.
A life size cardboard cut out of Steve Irwin at the end of my bed, I was very close to shitting myself. After that it was placed in various places around the house in the night, at the ends of other peoples beds, in the shower with the curtain drawn, looming down on them if they fell asleep anywhere in the house. Good times. I miss Steve.
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A phone call telling me my mum was committing suicide. She was and did.
This is something I dread... suicide, accident or natural death. I am sorry it happened to you.
I'm so very sorry your mother experienced this and no one could help her. And I'm sorry you must live with the pain of loss.
Thank you both for your condolences. It has been a life-changing experience.
I had been living on my own for a year and woke up to some man rifling thorough my stuff. He had a bag of my stuff so I grabbed a readers digest world atlas and beat him unconscious with it. The police told me I shouldn't have done it
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The sound of an air ambulance helicopter landing right outside my window. It landed about 20m (approx 65ft) away from my bedroom window. It was my day off and I was still asleep. Half awake I started wondering how on earth a helicopter can fly so low for so long. After a while I realized that a helicopter was actually landing outside my window. Got up, went to the balcony and saw a helicopter just outside.
So far the only time I've seen a rescue helicopter landing in an urban area from so close: https://www.flickr.com/photos/rdvortex/8046376357/
Either the time i woke up int he middle of the night with the uneasey feeling of being watched and my eldest son who was about 4 at the time just standing at the foot of the bed staring and not saying anything. I was like "huny, go back to bed?" and he just left without saying anything as well. sleep walking kids are terrifying.
Or the time i was woken up at 4am with my neighbour screaming in a tone I can only describe as "Just witnessed something horrible in the trenches" and that was how I first called the police on my violent next door psychopath.
oh or the time when my eldest was about 2 months old, i was knackered beyond recognition and i woke up completely convinced he was dead because i'd fallen asleep with him next to me on the bed and he was missing. turns out my hubby had just moved him to the cot and let us both sleep.
Woke up to the horrific sound of the neighbours dog being mauled by a mountain lion.
A man weakly crying "help" outside. Not a single person had heard his car crash into the tree in our yard, or heard the tree fall on him (something else disturbing I learned later: if it had fallen in the other direction I could have died). I was pretty young at the time so at first I thought it was a crazy person yelling "hail" and I thought it couldn't possibly be hailing. Then I thought he was crying "hell" and was some satanist doing a crazy ritual. Finally I realized he was calling for help and I went and woke my parents.
My parents went out to investigated then called rescue services, which were out there for several hours. I wasn't allowed to go out and it was too dark really to see from my window. But my parents later told me the engine had been pushed back into the driver seat, crushing at least one of his legs. He was eventually freed and air lifted out. Never really found out what happened to him.
Years ago....I think her name was Gina, oh well got a little in and out accomplished, but dam!
You were drunk, it happens :D
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Hahah, redundant in my case, the username says it all :D
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Younger, dumber and drank way out of my control, haha, goodtimes!!!
The realization that I had woken up at 5am on a weekend. All the sleep wasted...
A life size cardboard cut out of Steve Irwin at the end of my bed, I was very close to shitting myself. After that it was placed in various places around the house in the night, at the ends of other peoples beds, in the shower with the curtain drawn, looming down on them if they fell asleep anywhere in the house. Good times. I miss Steve.
A friend shoving those little foam earplugs into my nose.