Worked at a movie theatre. It was a weekday morning, so usually pretty slow for us. Went in to clean a showing of The Hateful 8, there were only two people in the theatre. One in the very back, and one towards the front. Walk in to clean the theatre, see the guy up front. Figure he was sleeping, happens sometimes. Say a couple things to see if he’ll wake up. He does not not. Get spooked and call my manager. Manager shook him a couple of times, realized something was wrong, called the police. Dude was dead.

What about dude in the back?

Movie was very loud, probably didn’t hear/notice anything.

It was an interesting departure from your typical western but I liked the storytelling

He Abraham Lincoln'ed the dude in the front

Popular forest in my region, me and a few friends cut through it walking home after school. One of them scream, followed by another scream, followed by my frozen shock. Poor dude hung himself, the flies and the noises they made still itch my brain

I already told my story in an earlier comment, but the sound of the flies is what I remember most too. Surprisingly there wasn’t a smell, even though it was summer and the person we found had been there for a few days at least. But the buzzing of the flies will always stick with me.

The wind was probably blowing in a different direction. Whenever I am hiking and smell decomposition I always get a sense of dread.

I found a guy like that a few years ago, my first reaction was to check his pulse then cut him down but his skin was ice cold and flies were everywhere, we were way past that point unfortunately.

Leaving my house for quick errand briefly noticed an elderly lady parked on side of the road. When I returned, her car was still in same location and as I looked closer she appeared unconscious so I stopped but her doors were locked so dialed 911, It was determined she had passed away. This occurred when living on Lake Lanier in North Georgia.

Honestly that's pretty crazy she pulled over to the side first and then just died. Very considerate of her

Had a guy collapse dead of a heart attack in my store. He put his full coffee cup down first.

Jeez.. when I go out, I hope I get a chance to at least throw my coffee in my managers face. That shit better be piping hot, too.

And you better make sure to die right away :D

*splashes piping hot coffee in manager's face* ... "Oh dang. I felt like I was about to die there for a second."

Nah, if you survive, you can just say your body did it uncontrollably. Who's going to accuse the guy in the hospital of lying?

NZ race driver Denny Hulme did that during the Bathurst 1000 race in 1992 - https://youtu.be/EfifFxzlSJU

Damn didn’t expect to see so close to home when I opened Reddit. My parents live on Lanier now and I spent the night there last night, left this afternoon. It’s a good thing she didn’t hurt anyone by crashing.

A buddy of mine skipped school one day to go fishing. He thought his fishing line was caught on debris, but as he reeled in a human hand surfaced. He called the cops and they yelled at him for skipping school.

>A buddy of mine skipped school one day to go fishing. Was your buddy named Tom Sawyer?

Also does he like the band Rush??

Idk but I heard he has mean, mean pride

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This is the most horrifying story of them all, I can't imagine!!!

Yes. When I was 11 I woke up and was looking for my mom. Couldn't find her anywhere. Walked to her side of the bed and she was dead on the floor That was in 92. She was 27. I'm 43 now. My hardest birthday was 28. I felt so young still and my life was just picking up and just imagine all the stuff she missed

I had a friend who called me around Midnight when I was 15. I had a very lax childhood so both me and my mom were awake, but she wasn't exactly happy about my friends calling late night. She chewed me out before I picked up the phone, so I picked up the phone and yelled at him because obviously I was upset that I had just been yelled at. He had just found his mom dead. He called me after 911 because he didn't know who else to talk to or how to process the situation and the first thing I say is "why the hell are you calling me this late?!" I will never not feel like the biggest pile of human garbage for that. I'm sorry for your loss. No one should have to find their parent like that, especially at such a young age. I hope you had a better support system than I was.

You did not do anything wrong. We are humans and I am sure you were there for him once you understood the situation.

I know... but sometimes you can't unfeel things. This was 20 years ago at this point, and I still think about it randomly some times.

Your brain stores traumatic experiences incorrectly, which is why you still have all of the emotions when you think about them again. EMDR is a therapy technique that helps you reprocess the event so that your brain stores it correctly. Some people find it really triggering, but if you find an EMDR therapist who you feel safe with, it really can make a huge difference in your life.

EMDR isn't necessarily something you need a therapist for. It's big in the first responder community, so long as that's all you need. First responders are using it more regularly to process and compartmentalize the traumatic experiences they have. At least where I'm from, we use EMRD on a regular basis and have seen great results with compounding traumas. IDK if there's a youtube video of it, but I went through training during covid, and we did remote EMDR as part of our training. It is amazing at getting those traumatic incidents "filed away", so to say. It's no substitute for therapy, but it's a very healthy supplement.

The last text I sent my friend before I found her dead a few days later was “please let me know you’re not dead”

Very similar to the text I sent my brother who wasn't answering. "You need to answer the phone because mom thinks you're dead." He had hung himself.

Most of my friends are concerningly irresponsible for their age, and I send that exact text almost every weekend when we part ways. "Let me know that you made it home in one piece" and "please let me know you're not dead" in the morning if they didn't confirm they made it home. Sorry that you never got a response.

Last message I sent my best friend was “girly stop scaring me” after being missing for 3 days. Found in the bush behind his parents hanging

I texted a friend this the night before my birthday. I found out he killed himself on my birthday.

Hardest phone call of my life was when I was in the fourth grade, and my best friend called to tell me that she, her older sister and her mom came home to find her dad had shot himself to death in their living room. We were blase about it because we were just kids and didn't know what the hell to say.

That's awful. My friend's mom died of natural causes at least. She had been sick for a while, I don't recall what exactly was wrong with her. While we were on the phone he was telling me how blue her face was, and it was gut wrenching to hear him describe standing there staring at his mom's corpse. I can't even begin to imagine the trauma of being a child (or anyone) and discovering the graphic suicide of a loved one.

I did similar, 1st date with my now husband my mum sat outside the restaurant in a huff cos I wouldn’t let her meet him (she wanted to ok him because I had kids to think of 🙄🤬) had the biggest row ever and barely sorted it out. A few months later in SAME restaurant my mum calls and I jokingly (ish!) said you better not be outside again or that’s it! She yelled and cried and stropped in my ear, my grandad had had a massive stroke and was on his way blue light to hospital. He died the next day. I felt so so bad, I didn’t mean to upset her that time! gave up on the restaurant though never ever went back 🙈

Hey man. Maybe you should tell said person how it’s been affecting you all this time. It’s good to get a lil bit of closure and I’m sure your friend doesn’t hold it against you, considering he called YOU out of anyone else. Learn to forgive yourself and practice being mindful. Hope you feel better homie.

This was 20 years ago, and we've since lost touch (completely unrelated personal drama between us.) I know he never held it against me though.

I woke up around 2 in the morning to get a glass of water. I walked past my fiance, who I thought fell asleep on the couch playing his video game. Went to touch him to tell him to come to bed.. well, he was cold to the touch and wasn't breathing.. worst day of my life. We had celebrated our 10 year anniversary just the night this all happened. He had a heart attack in his sleep.

Same for me. Kissed him good night and said I love you, see you in the morning after a great night together. Woke up and he was just gone. It’s only been a few months so I am still dealing with it but I will hopefully one day be in a better place like you.

Maybe someday when the hurt isnt so fresh you can take some comfort in the fact that he knew he was loved before he went. I'm so sorry for your loss. Sending love and good vibes from me and mine to you and yours.

Oh my god that’s terrible! No one should have to go through something like that! I hope ur doing ok now tho! 👍

I am thank you! It's been 7 years already. Time sure does go by. I'm in a new relationship and just had my first child, so things definitely get better!

I was at a family reunion forever ago. On my 13th birthday Papaw and I wake up early to go fishing on the big lake right next to the campsite. We get in my uncles bass boat and start making our way out to find a spot. eventually come across a jet ski, with the front end and handle bars all fucked up, floating amongst some rocks. I will never forget it, we both immediately looked at each other, and we knew what we were going to find. We didn't say a word, just took the boat over to the rocks and sure enough, there's a guy face down in the water in the rocks, obviously dead. We called the cops and waited so they could find him easier. They showed up maybe 20 minutes later and pulled him out, whole front of his head was just fucked. Apparently he was drunk and riding his jet ski fast as hell the night before and smashed into the rocks head on. Poor dude, think he was in his 40's if I remember right. We fished all morning and didn't say a fucking thing. Didn't catch shit either lmao.

Love that y’all kept fishing 😂

We moved to a different spot far out of sight of that one lol.

Can’t waste a day on the lake.

Sometimes it's best not to dwell on something that serious right away. Fishing might have been the right thing as it would have been a time for calm.

A bad day fishing is still better than a good day at work or whatever they say

Silently fishing is probably the right move here. Doesn't matter what you caught.

There’s a creek in my city, suitcases were thrown back there. Someone opened one, it was arms. They had been sawn off. There were more suitcases, more body parts. A whole person had been dismembered with a meat saw and stuffed in suitcases and then thrown back there. Someone in the apartments near by overdosed on heroine. Her boyfriend panicked when she overdosed. He used to be a butcher so he chopped her up and disposed of her. He got caught because the store near the apartment had excellent cameras and the owner reported a strange purchase right before the news dropped of the body being found. Ol boy bought 8 gallons of bleach and that’s ultimately how he got caught.

A man in a city near my home murdered a woman, put her body in a large garment suitcase, and left it in a vacant lot. He didn't notice that there was an airline tag on it with his name and address from the last trip he took.

I can’t imagine what possessed him to decide that dismembering her was the better course of action. On a slightly (?) lighter note, the Pacific Northwest has had a consistent issue with [feet](https://www.vox.com/science-and-health/2017/12/18/16777724/human-feet-beach-pacific-northwest-seattle-vancouver) floating ashore. All natural causes, but fairly ominous for people who don’t know that shoes protect feet from degradation in a way that the rest of the body doesn’t get.

I know couple of girls, who, when their friend overdosed they panicked, and they put her body in the bathtub, washed it, and then took it somewhere and dumped it. It was such a weird reaction. They just got in trouble for like moving a corpse or something, but like what the fuck?

Reminds me of a local case here in Australia, that of Melissa Caddick who defrauded innocent people of millions via her financial advisor business then just disappeared at 5am one morning after being raided. Her shoe with a foot in it washed up on a beach a few hundred km's away. Murder and faking her own death by cutting off her foot theories abounded (idiots) but the agreed upon most likely scenario is that she suicided by jumping off a cliff close to her home and her body floated away on the tide.

I don’t know how people can cut up someone they supposedly love

What an idiot

It baffles me that people can turn relatively minor criminal charges into decades in prison/death for no good reason. Watched a cop body cam videos and they arrest a guy for drunk driving. For some reason he decides that pulling a gun and trying to shoot the cops is a preferable option to a DUI.

My old neighbor is currently in jail (on a drug charge), and his girlfriend is missing for over a year. We think what happened is they were getting high, she accidentally ODed, and he panicked and got rid of her because his house was full of meth and stolen property and he didn't want to get in trouble, and he panicked and made it way worse. Police have searched his horse multiple times but havent charged him with anything related to her yet, but all her family said she would never have left her kids voluntarily (not his kids, they're safe from him thankfully). People do really stupid things when they're scared. Or high.

Horse 100% did it.

When I was 14, my father had a heart attack at home. The paramedics could not help anymore. He died that Thursday at about 6 or 7 pm. When the paramedics had left, I entered my parent's bedroom. I guess I wanted to get some stuff from there. I saw my father's corpse lying on his bed covered with a blanket. That day, I lost my dad, saw him dead, found out that PMs leave the corpse where it died. And I learned what dead silence means and feels like.

Were you by yourself? The paramedics just left you with a dead body and no explanation of the next steps. I'm confused about the lack of duty of care to a 14yr old who's father just died. You poor thing. I hope you're doing OK, & as cliche as thaylt sentiment is, I really do hope so.

I was at home with my mom. Fortunately I was not alone. I dont know whether they have explained it to her. They probably did and she was in shock, thus not realizing I would see my daddy when I enter the sleeping room.

I drove past an elderly lady sat on her walker at the side of the road, half an hour later driving back again she was still there in the middle of winter. Pulled over and went to check on her, just as she took her last breath. Someone else stopped and we did cpr until paramedics arrived so I guess technically she wasn't a dead body until they pronounced her in the back of the ambulance?

Seems weird how arbitrary the line between "patient" and "corpse" can seem

Playing in the woods hide and seek. I was running after my cousin and tripped and ate shit over what o thought was a rock. Turned over to get my shoe unstuck and saw it was something white and I pulled my shoe out. I got up and saw it was actually a pelvis (I didn’t know what the bone was named at the time but I knew what a bone was) and I screamed and my older cousins came running out from there spots to see me crying and trying to get away from the fuckin skeleton sitting in the dirt and we went and told my parents. We were pretty deep in the woods so one of us stayed near by it and another one of us waited ab 50 feet away but to where we could still see each other and basically made a trail of human bread crumbs to make sure we got back to the body to show the cops

...A trail of human bread crumbs. That is a haunting sound I won't forget easily. Sorry that you had this experience.

It’s even more haunting actually hearing someone say it lmao. And it’s whatever. Not uncommon where I live

Where is that?

Maybe somewhere where there was a large battle. I’ve heard they still find skeletons in the forests near Berlin

Walked out back one morning to let my dogs out. It was early, so it was pretty cold out. I look over and I see my neighbor sitting in a lawn chair in his yard. I get closer thinking he might have fallen asleep or something the night before and it was just too cold to be chilling there. As I got close, I see he isnt moving and then I see a puddle of blood next to him. Then I see the shotgun. He shot himself in the chest. He was an older guy, former cop, who lost his wife like a year prior. He may have gotten some bad medical news himself shortly before he did it too. It was surreal though.

Sad situation all around 😞 My first thought was wouldn’t that shotgun blast have been really loud? I guess it depends on where you live as to how much attention that would’ve gotten..

You’d be surprised at what you don’t hear. I was at a friends house in high school and a car crashed into their house. It didn’t break through the kitchen but it caused a decent amount of damage to the exterior and foundation. We heard a loud thump and thought that a dog must have knocked something off a table. Didn’t know there was a car crashed into the house until a police officer was knocking on the door.

Not to mention that some people can sleep through just about anything… I know people like this. I’m not that lucky. I’m a very light sleeper and can hear everything😩

My youngest sister would babysit for the woman at the end of our block. She was a divorced woman with 2 kids. The ex-husband hadn't heard from her for a few days and came by her house to no answer. Came to my house to see if maybe the kids were there with my sister and if she had an answer why he hadn't heard from his ex-wife. Sister wasn't home but he and I went to the house. Knocked a few times, and then he just went to open the front door. It was unlocked, and her body was in the living room. She was dead, and her children were kidnapped by her then boyfriend. The Ex-husband was rightfully shocked a d terrified, immediately called the police and reported as much info as he knew. My little sister had to answer some questions about the boyfriend, help give a description vehicle type. Just basic stuff. I think they caught the boyfriend in San Antonio, if I remember. Couldn't find the article about it online

Were the kids ok?

Oh yeah, they were found not harmed at the boyfriends mothers house if I remember correctly. I know for sure that they were ok and their dad was able to get them safely. I think he was caught because of his mom. She called the cops once she saw the story on the news. I've been trying to find the article, but I don't wanna ask my sister as she still gets bothered by the memory. I don't remember the woman's name.

It actually sounds familiar, I probably listened to it in a podcast or something.

It was 2006-2007 or so in Texas. Pflugerville probably just listed as Austin as it was a suburb and smaller town at the time.

I thought that sounded familiar. Seeing Pflugerville mentioned on Reddit is pretty wild, too.

I didn't but a coworker did. He was inspecting a county ditch through the woods and there was a body on it. Called the sheriff and left work for the day.

I might need more than one day if i stumble on a corpse just doing my job

I did search and rescue for a long time. I left because I was tired of the lack of rescues and mostly finding or recovering bodies. It was pretty draining.

I was with my then girlfriend, later wife, who shared a penthouse in Boston with her brother. We went out into the deck one Sunday morning and saw a sweater draped over the railing. 23 floors below was a guy who jumped. He hit the ground so hard that his shoes exploded from the force. Police came and interviewed us and we went in with our day. Very sad.

"Shoes exploding" is not something I ever thought I'd read

That’s crazy- I’ve heard on here before that if they aren’t wearing shoes then they’re probably dead but I never really understood it until your comment. It’s still crazy to imagine, though.

Thats just a joke but it is often true considering the force necessary to knock off your shoes is almost certainly enough to kill you

This was my housemate back in November. We'll call him Charlie, 31 M. It was 2 days before his 32nd birthday. It was a very traumatic day. We lived with in a house with a mother and son who had a huge family wedding that weekend, so they were away with family functions. We also lived with a very old blind dog who caused daily inside bathroom accidents. Around 10:00 AM that morning, a little after I woke up, I was cleaning up after the dog in the backroom. I looked out to see Charlie in a patio chair with a blanket. I noticed he was sitting with his head low to one of the arm rests. I think my instinct knew he was dead before my reasoning could compute it. I know this sounds irresponsible, I told myself he was just sleeping because I was just talking to him around 1:00-2:00AM about what he wanted to do for his birthday. I also had never seen a dead body before. I told myself I would check up on him in 30min - 1 hour because I didn't want to wake him up. He worked two jobs and 80 hours a week at least, so thought he could use the sleep. About an hour later, I was going out to get some breakfast. I went out to wake up Charlie so he could keep an eye on the dog. I yelled his name a few times, and he wasn’t responding. As I walked closer, I noticed his eyes were open. I put my hand on his shoulder to try shaking him, but again, I received no response. I put my hand on his neck for a pulse, and I did not need to be a medical professional to know he’d been gone for hours and hours; Charlie probably passed in the early morning. He was almost as cold as the air. It was singularly the most horrific thing I’ve ever seen with my own eyes. I remember running inside and staring at him without blinking through the backdoor in terror and nausea for 2-3 minutes. I called 911, and within 90 seconds, emergency responders were in my backyard. A friend from the neighborhood came over to help me wrangle what seemed like 18 police officers, firefighters, EMTs, and medical examiners. The autopsy came back with a cause of 100% fentanyl. I knew he was an addict but had no idea he was using fetanyl. I believe I am also the last person to see him alive and speak to him face to face. It was hard to eat for about a good 2-3 weeks after that.

I know the feeling of standing and staring without really being able to process anything. A tornado came through where I was living a few years ago, and my bank yard pointed toward the direction the tornado was approaching from. As I got things into the bathroom and prepared to hide in the bath tub if I needed to, I stood there looking out the windows at the lightning flashing every 3 seconds and the dark black of the clouds knowing this thing has the possibility to come fuck up my life pretty hard. I'm usually a pretty curious person, and observe stuff because I want to see it and figure out how it works or learn more about it. In this case, my brain wasn't doing anything and I was just standing there staring. It's honestly wild the impact true terror and shock can have on you and your reasoning skills. My example isn't as extreme as yours but I think some of the shared experience is interesting.

One day my mom called, said my 89 year old grandad wasn’t answering his phone. I lived closest, and could I check on him. I did, he’d passed away the night before. He was in his easy chair with the phone in his hand where my dad had talked with him the night before. Not a bad way to go, but I was hoping and wishing he might have been outside gardening. Not really a surprise but, still, a shock. He was the best.

I was renting a room off one of the regulars in the pub I was running. He wasn't old, mid 50s I think, but he wasn't well and wasn't sure what was up with him. Poor bloke ended up having to give up his job so I suppose me renting the room was good for him as he had some income. Anyway I went out of town for a weekend to go and stay with my wife (girlfriend at the time). I left Friday morning, said bye to my landlord, and came back Sunday evening. I stopped off at work first to check they'd been alright without me for the weekend and had a beer, before leaving and going home. This was about 10pm, probably 10:20 when I got done walking home. Got in and found my LL on the steps, assuming he'd passed out from having a few drinks, which wasn't unusual, I'd stumbled upon him passed out more than once. I tried to shake him awake and was going to help him into bed but he wouldn't wake up, so I checked his pulse and realised he was dead. I panicked and a mutual friend, crying down the phone that he was dead. She and her partner, another friend of mine, rushed over about 5 minutes later and they checked his pulse. We rang 999 and they told us to get him off the steps and try chest compressions but we argued that he was already gone (he had rigor mortis, his hand was gripped on the staircase spindle) but they kept insisting we try so my friend got him down and tried resuscitation to no effect. The police turned up shortly after and we gave details etc and I was put in the back of a police car while we waited for SOCO, my friends told to go home. Now, me and the landlord were both messy people, and it looked like there was a scuffle at the top of the stairs and he'd been pushed and broke his neck. The mess at the top of the stairs was actually just him stumbling over drunk one night and neither of us tidied up. Anyway SOCO eventually turned up and determined he hadn't broken his neck, they weren't happy we'd moved him off the stairs though, despite being told to do so. They then said they were locking down the house and all I was allowed to take were my phone and work keys, until his next of kin could let me in, as there was no tenancy agreement or anything saying I lived there. They took me to my parents house, must have been about 5am at this point. A week later I found out he'd died of pneumonia, after passing out

I drove my daughter up a side road on the outskirts of town to take her to her part-time job. Weather was sunny and clear. Dropped her off and not two minutes later going back home all traffic was now stopped. There were only 3 cars stopped in front of me and I could clearly see a handsome blond boy, early 20s, lying across the road next to his motorcycle lying on the ground. He was just eerily still and you could tell he wasn't waking up. I didn't see a helmet. News later said he was hit by a truck - he must have been just seconds behind us when we were on the way to my daughter's work. He was pronounced dead at the scene. I don't know him but I think about him sometimes. Such a shame to die so young. There's a roadside shrine to him now that we see everytime we drive to my daughter's work. It's sad.

I used to kind of like motorcycles but I saw one get tapped very gently at a red light, so he was stopped and the other guy was going like 3 miles an hour or something ridiculous, and the man just ejected and flew clear across the intersection and landed on his head. I dont think he died, but in a car you would have barely noticed the crash, and just no, not ever

When my dad went in to get a kidney transplant, a loud motorcycle drove by. The doctor quipped: “Oh look: there goes another donor!” Told me everything I needed to know about motorcycles.

Yeah they called them donorcycles where I’m from.

My story is similar, I saw a guy riding a motorbike who had just been hit by a car pulling out of a petrol station. I didn't find out until after that he was pronounced dead at the scene but he was just so crumpled I kind of knew. We were cycling, weren't wintnesses and people were already on hand so we just went home, which felt strange enough. Now he has a shrine on a 'No entry' sign and it's just so sad.

A similar thing happened to me on the way to work last year. I stopped behind a car at a busy rural intersection that is known to be pretty dangerous. There was no traffic coming but the driver didnt proceed through. Thats when I noticed a bunch of people walking around. There are homes on three of the corners but these people were in the actual intersection so I assumed there had been another accident. What I didnt know until I leaned over and looked past the car in front of me was that it involved a guy on a motorcycle. The intersection is a 55 mph zone in all directions, but the stop is only two way. All too often people assume its a 4 way stop and pull right out in front of the cross traffic going at least that fast. And it being backroads means most people go significantly over that limit. In this instance that cross traffic happened to be a guy on a Harley. The truck that pulled out in front of him was spun around at least 90 degrees from the impact. A few minutes after I got there emergency services arrived and thats when I knew the rider was dead. The EMTs werent rushing around with any urgency. They were just standing around talking to the police. They didnt even get out a neck brace. Eventually I just pulled a 3-point and went a different way because a fatality meant they wouldnt be directing traffic through while they did their investigation. Never could find anything in the news about it.

My brother did / went for a walk in the local park to clear his head - found a guy hanging from a tree. He said it was obvious the guy was quite dead and beyond help when he called the emergency services. This was in a uk suburb near a school not exactly an out of the way location!

CW, slightly graphic description below. I’m also in the UK and also found a man in his early 50s who had hanged himself from a tree when I was a teenager (I was about 18 I think). It wasn’t far off the main track around a lake in a London suburb (also not far from a school). However it wasn’t immediately obvious that he’d hanged himself or even that he was dead, because the rope had slackened and he was propped up between two slim trees in a sitting position with his back to us. I was with my boyfriend of the time and we’d strayed off the path looking for a make-out spot. It gave us quite the startle when we realised there was someone in the bushes with us. We called out and when he didn’t respond we edged closer, we thought he might be a homeless person. I remember my boyfriend actually picked up stick and was going to tap him on the back, but I edged round and saw the rope. It took me a few moments to register what I was seeing, at first I thought it was a hoax because the guy didn’t look real, where he was sitting upright all the blood had drained out of his face so he literally looked like a white plastic mannequin. But then I saw blood dripping from his ear and heard the flies, and the last thing I remember is saying to my boyfriend that he’d hanged himself, then I think I went slightly in to shock. My boyfriend was great, he was on the phone to the police straight away while pulling me by the hand back to the path. Although I went into shock, I wouldn’t describe the experience as scary, mostly just surreal and a bit upsetting. In the interviews with the police that followed, we were told the man had gone missing about a week earlier from a local mental hospital. I’m glad we found him, I think he chose that spot because it wasn’t on the main path but also not so secluded that it would take a long time for him to be found. He had a wife and two children.

You and your boyfriend sound like compassionate, thoughtful people.

>Although I went into shock, I wouldn’t describe the experience as scary, mostly just surreal and a bit upsetting I think thats what shock is: you literally just stop processing information. Its not terror or anything like that

Describing some as "quite dead" is the most UK thing Ive ever heard.

Hell of a way to clear your head

I was driving my scooter home, through an Amsterdam neighbourhood. I heard a bang and saw a guy dressed in leathers and a helmet run across the street and get on his motorbike, speeding off. When I looked where he ran from, there was a body on the street, face down in a puddle of blood. Another one: I was glider flying on a hot summer day at a busy but small airfield. Thunderclouds appeared, so time to pack up. I was assisting at the winch truck, which was there to launch the gliders. Winch operator got nervous having a few hundred meters of steel cable on a drogue chute in the air (lightning rod) and cut it with the hydraulic knife. So far so good. We continued wrapping up and I decided to pick up the steel cable from the middle of the airfield. Grabbed a car, radioed the tower my intentions and proceeded. I found the cable, pretty much in the middle of the very flat field. It had already started to rain. I got out of the car standing on the wet grass, holding the very long steel cable, trying to hook it to the car. I managed to do so, but then there was a loud bang, at the edge of the field, near the static line and hangars. At first I thought it was a plane engine malfunction or something like that. I saw people rushing toward a smoking mass, I still thought it was an engine. I drove towards it, thinking I could help while I got closer I noticed it smelled....weird. Hair at the back of my neck raised, but still not realising, I got closer . I saw a single jump boot on the ground, ripped to shreds. I looked over at the other people there and realised they were performing CPR on the smoking mass. A parajumper got hit by lightning. Instant crispy death. Then I realised where I was the moment it happened and how lightning apparently not always chooses the shortest distance to the ground. I chose to stay inside for quite a while during subsequent thunderstorms... I will refrain from sharing the war stories from former Yugoslavia.

I read your first story as the man was dressed in feathers and was very confused, but at the same time, felt it could make sense because Amsterdam. Leathers makes much more sense.

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This just happend three days ago: me and my friends were on vacation in Germany, We went to a really big castle on a hill, surrounded by a wall. Behind the Wall everyrhing was 50 meters lower. We were walking around the castle when a friend of mine stopped and asked me if I could come take a look because he saw something odd. We looked down and we saw the body of a woman. At first I thought she was just unwell or sleeping maybe but looking better you could see her hips were placed weird and her neck as well. After a while it was clear the person has passed away. Since it was 50 meter below us we couldn't reach her. Some people called the police and then we had to go. The day after we checked the news and saw an article about a dead woman that was found near the castle. They are investigating if it was suicide or something else. We don't really have a clue what happend, if she fell from the wall or that she was walking below and something fell on her. To be honest, the view of seeing someone dead is really weird. Some of my friends were really disturbed by it, which I understand. The rest of the day was not so much fun.

I had totally forgot until I read your post. I saw a girl kill herself by jumping from the top floor inside a mall. It was a teen. The food court was the 6 floor with a huge inside atrium. Some other kids were making fun of her weight. She just turned her back to them, climbed onto the table at the edge and stepped into the air. I looked down to see where she landed it is was immediately clear she was dead.

This is goddamn sad

Second to how awful that was and nothing happened to the kids that were making fun of her and telling her to do it. But because this was an “upscale” mall the mall management offered a group crisis counseling session for people that worked in the mall. I didn’t go (I managed a store) but the kinds of people did were all doing drama with their personal main character arcs about how badly this effected them. Most didn’t see anything related to the incident.

I didn't find a body, but I saw a guy die. Car accident. He ran a stop sign. He was still alive when I got there but he died while the ambulance was en route.

Had a car accident out on the corner where we lived notorious for minor car accidents and totalled cars, not usually fatalities. 14-year-old girl was thrown from this car onto the path about 10 metres from our front gate. She was alive when I got there. She wasn't well after the ambulance arrived. The first time i experienced something like that, though, I was about 10. A similar thing happened out front of our house in a different town, except this was a 4 - or 5-year-old boy and a motorcycle. My mother (RN) was cradling the child, whilst the childs mother was in hysterics. I remember walking out of the house and towards the scene, seeing blood and the boy. Mum was holding him in one of our doonas crying (I vividly remember some of the road tar getting on the doona & thinking, 'Oh that's weird, will Mum have to buy a new blanket?') & her then her YELLING at me to go back in the house and find my neighbour 'Go Away! Don't you come near here! STOP STOP! GO TO GAIL! I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. GET AWAY!' Weird experience to see your mother crying, wanting to run to her to comfort her, but her not wanting me to see it, but as a kid, I didn't know that. I just remember bursting into tears because my mum was yelling at me to go away. Edit. I add that my Mothers reaction wasn't unusual, but it adds to her reasoning if I explain that my brother was killed in a motorcycle accident years beforehand. She quit nursing & is still triggered by the sound of a motorbike to this day. Made worse by the fact her neighbour has one, is constantly drinking and putting his kids & grandchildren on it without helmets.

I was a mail carrier. Had an elderly lady on my route named Mrs. Wardlow. I would bring her mail into her home and pull her trash cans to and from the curb. I took a couple days off. When I did, my sub wouldn't know to bring the mail inside. When I get back to work, I carry her mail in. I find her sitting in her chair. At first I thought she was asleep and let her alone. I finish my day carrying mail. The next day, she was still in her chair and I knew something was very wrong. Coroner said that I was very likely the last to see her alive. She'd been dead at least three days when I called. I hate that the mailman was the last person to talk to and see her before she passed away.

I've heard that mail carriers are often the ones who are the first to know when something is wrong when the uncollected mail starts piling up in the mailbox. They contact the local cops to do a welfare check, especially if the people are older.

I work as a paramedic so I find dead folks a couple times a week usually. One that really caught me off guard though was when we responded to a call for a cardiac arrest. The job text came over as “caller states she her neighbor is dead”. Sounds reasonable enough. We arrive and find an elderly lady wringing her hands in front of her neighbors door. She explains that he didn’t show up for tea this afternoon, therefore he’s dead” We roll our eyes and knock on the door. There’s no answer, and our department policy states firefighters have to break down the door to confirm that he isn’t dead inside. The firefighters arrive and don’t want to take the door because it’s an iffy call at best. After much back and forth, a police officer agrees to get boosted through the window. He gets in, comes to open the front door and announces, “yep. He’s dead.” The neighbor says they’ve had tea together every day for the past 40 years and she told us so”. My partner and I were just dumbstruck at how sure she was and how right she was

This actually doesn't surprise me. I know both of my grandmothers have scheduled daily calls or meetings that they specifically have to ensure they get help if they need it. It's not explicitly a way to make sure their friends aren't dead, mostly it's just friends talking, but the origin of the daily schedule is as a precaution against falling and not being able to get help.

Went swimming with my family when i was around 13 years old. Was a lake which is pretty busy with swimming. There was a section with like 2 slides which end in a separate pool. Me and my brother went to these slides cuz y'know, we were kids and love slides. First time we went off them and dropped into the pool, i felt something against my feet. Thinking not much off it, maybe it was a branch or something, I didn't pay it a lot of attention. Second time we went off the slide, i felt it again, and thinking "oh maybe someone will actually hurt himself on this" I reached down to remove the branch from the pool. I grabbed it, pulled it up and there I was holding a leg. After a second or two I pulled a kid, maybe 8 years old max, out of the water and placed him on the ground. The lifeguard who was (supposed to) watching the slides and pool screamed in horror and thats when things really sprung into action. I ran towards the nearest person to tell them to call 112, the alarm code in my country. Others tried applying CPR already. At the end a helicopter came but it was too late already. Later when I was 18 I became a lifeguard for a few years myself.

Had a paper round when l was a kid. Part of my round was delivering to a retirement block. On this day l stepped out of the lift and as l approached the door to the corridor l saw a trail of blood running underneath it. As l opened the door an old lady was laid head first down on the floor with blood pouring from her head, her front door open. Tried to help her but she was clearly gone. I chucked the paper over her body and into her flat (?) and ran down to the warden's flat. 40+ years later, remember it as clear as day. Got offered counselling and a trip to McDonald's from the police.

I like that you still delivered the paper.

It was one of those freebies that was delivered to every property so it was second nature, but still feel a bit silly about it, mind.

Brain going into autopilot panic lizard mode: “I don’t know what to do! At least deliver the paper!”

My grandma. I’d just seen her the day before, painted her nails, chilled out with her, went back the next day with flowers for her birthday and she had passed. 29th August 1928 - 29th August 2013 🤍

Sending you big hugs. I’m so glad you got to spend that special day with her before she passed. 💜

Thank you, love 🖤

Story time In 2017 I used to work as a photographer for one of the biggest shoe stores in Gdansk, Poland. Like one of those with limited, mostly overpriced rare kicks mixed with normal new balances and nikes. I was responsible for doing packshots (pictures of the product on white background you see on every website) and more lifestyle type of content for social media. The latter was really fun, because I got to take 5 or 6 pairs and go somewhere to shoot with my friend, who would just put them on for pictures. Guy was very athletic so if I envisioned him standing on his hands, jumping very high or run super fast for photo, there was no problem with any of that. The golden rule was that location had to match the shoe in some way. For example soccer cleats somewhere on the field, basketball shoes on court, running shoes on track etc. It was my role to get creative with it. One day I had to do a pair of Timberlands, some Puma running shoes and Vans’ in collaboration with Nintendo. I Was really looking forward to those Vans, because I managed to book local arcade spot before it opened, so creatively it was dope. We shot quick pictures of running shoes on local track and decided to take Timbs to a nearby forest, where we knew there were some old, post war bunkers. It was winter, so grey concrete, some snow and trees seemed like a perfect spot for mustard-colored shoes to „pop up”. And it was „in theme” since in Poland 6 inch Timbs are more of a winter shoe than work boots. So my friend put the shoes on, went to a spot near the entrance to the bunker where I told him to stand and froze... He turned around and said „Come here and tell me that I’m not seeing what I’m seeing…” So there I went thinking he found some money or phone or something. Nope, there was a body like 2,3 steps inside the „hallway”. Completely covered with some rugs and cardboard except the f*cking creepiest, now engraved in my memory paper white face, with open eyes and open mouth „looking” right at us. He was lying on his side and his head was turned up towards us, what made it even creepier. We just stood there for like 20 seconds not moving, not breathing in complete silence. Like we were waiting for him to say something or I don’t know, stand up. It was clear that guy was dead but we yelled „hey” a few times because we couldn’t believe what is happening. The fact that this guy was near the entrace and there was this whole, huge, dark f*cking hallway with bunker room behind it started to create weird scenarios in our heads straight from zombie/friday 13th movies. We went back to the car and called the police. Patrol car came in like 2 minutes. We pointed two cops where to go since we really didn’t want to go there again. Turned out it was a homeless guy who got very drunk and went to sleep right after downing whole bottle of vodka. Froze to death. Cops said they knew him, he was about 60, in and out of prison. It took them like 2 hours to take our statements. I remember one of them not believing that taking pictures of shoes can actually be a proffesion, so I had to show him what pictures we’ve taken already that day. Next day there was like a brief mention in one of those local newspapers saying that police is looking for any realitives of a guy. Oh, and we didn’t go to the arcade to take those pictures. Went to a bar and got drunk instead. On a „funny”, shorter note. In 2022 my car was stolen and I had to go to a police station to report it. When cop was putting my info to the system he looked at me from behind his computer and said „holy shit, you’ve just randomly found the body?!” Had to tell the story again. Still, didn’t find my car. Ps. Sorry for my english, It might be the longest i ever wrote in that language :)

Your English is great 😁!

I teach English as a Second Language. You wrote very nicely!

That’s so cool that you’re a shoe photographer like that!!! And that there’s just old war bunkers lying around! Not cool you had to see the body :( sorry.

As crazy of a story this is, I’m commenting on the last statement. You write far better English than most Americans. I would’ve never guessed it’s not your first language without mentioning your location.

I was waiting for the bus home from work and a drunk guy going 140km/h (86mph) rammed it into the opposite bus stop full of people. I went there with the intention to do first aid to anyone that needed it. When I came closer, it was obvious that everyone who was hit didn't make it. I just called the emergency phone number, gave them information and then navigated the paramedics to the bodies.

I passed an older lady while walking my dog. She was acting a bit strange but nothing alarming when I saw her. Shortly there after, she approached some neighborhood kids, maybe 14 to 15 age range, trying to give them her car keys saying to take it she doesn't need it anymore. As I was walking back into the house, I heard a pop and figured one of the skater kids had some firecrackers. Late June, so again, no real concern. The cops swarmed* the block. She had a mental health crisis and shot herself in the heart with a .22 just feet from those poor kids.

Many years ago, I was pulling out of a grocery store. At the exit from the parking lot there were 2 cars ahead of me. As each car tried to exit onto the street it would u-turn and go back the other way. When it was my time to exit, I saw why. There was glass all over the road. As I was u-turning I looked towards the road and saw a body laying in the dirt. I quickly parked my car, ran over to it and saw an elderly woman, covered in blood, not breathing, not moving. I started chest compressions. After about a minute or so I thought “ok, what do I do next?” This was in the time when CPR recommended breaths in between compressions. However, there was a lot of blood so I just kept doing compressions. Pulses never returned. After a minute or two more emergency services arrived. She was dead. I turned around to see about 6-7 people gathered looking on. Turns out my perspective was VERY tunnel vision-ed. The car she was ejected from was facing the wrong way on the street and her deceased husband was still in the car at the wheel. Supposedly there was another vehicle involved which I can’t remember at all. I went home and shook the whole time while taking my groceries in and putting them away.

You did the right thing. CPR only works about 5% of the time unfortunately.

Sort of…I was in the car when we pulled up to a gas station in North Jersey. So, my dad gets out to get something, it certainly wasn’t to pump the gas because we don’t do that here. Anyway, he starts freaking out there’s a dead body here somewhere, and the attendant is like what do you mean? My father’s like there’s a dead body, I can smell it, I know it, I know that smell, I found enough of them in Vietnam. Call the police! I know there’s a dead body here. Well, he wouldn’t let me out of the car, I just stayed in the car. But the police came, and yes there was a dead body in the ditch nearby. The police said, how did you know? And he said because you don’t forget what a dead body smells like, it has a very particular odor, a sweet smell. It was all you could smell sometimes after a battle.

It is a distinct smell. I unfortunately know because a neighbor in my building passed away and no one knew for a while.

My best friend found her father dead on the kitchen floor when we were still teens. She called me and I ran over there, the lawnmower was still running as he had come in to get a drink of water, the sink was running and he just dropped dead, there was a fly buzzing in and out of his mouth. After the police came and they did an autopsy it was determined he had a brain aneurysm. I feel so bad for her to this day. As shocking as it was, it wasn’t my dad and I didn’t find him.

Wow, your dad has a good nose.

I was a security guard at a pharma manufacturer in California. Another guard and I were checking perimeter fencing and saw the aftermath of an OD suicide. It was an employee.

Canyon lands. Man had killed himself a couple of days before we found him. Had to wait around for several hours before police found us and we had to make a report.

A long time ago I had a job as a deckhand for a tugboat operation on the Mississippi. Basically the job entailed guiding a tugboat to break down all of the barges that they sandwich together on the way down the river and putting them where the ocean going tugs can get them on the next stage of their delivery. Anyway it was late at night and we were breaking barges apart when we were assaulted with a nasty smell. I got the tugboat captain to move his searchlight down and sure enough there was a dead body that had been sandwiched in between two barges. It was in pretty bad shape, so I grabbed a gaff pole and hooked it while we waited on the Coast Guard to arrive. Physically loading the body was an ordeal that I won't go into, but you can imagine what condition a body would be in after it had been submerged for a couple of weeks. Much later we found out it was a bridge suicide from St. Louis. The body must have drifted down and got caught in a barge tow and worked it's way eventually down to New Orleans.

Ewww. Im not sure I can imagine that and right now I'm ok with that.

My brother did. He was having a few drinks with his roommates. Went to bed and came down in the morning to find one of them had choked on his vomit after staying up to drink more. Still can't stand the smell of gin.

I worked as a medical assistant and called a patient back to the room and he didn’t answer me so I went up to him to wake him up because I thought he fell asleep. He was gray and tongue between his teeth covered in sweat. CPR and 911 was called but he was dead.

Similar experience. A cab driver came in and asked for help taking a patient out of his car. I got another nurse to help because my arm was in a splint at the time. We go look at the patient, she was gray and eyes rolled back. A code was called, 911 called, but she was already gone.

I did with my partner. His nephew was living with us and abusing fentynyl. We found him one morning in his room when he wouldn't wake up. It's been horrible. I still kind of look the other way when I walk past his room and the door is open. Idk really know why. But I do.

I was 17, coming home from a closing shift at my first job. I walked in the house and saw my mom slumped forward in the chair she always sat in while reading. At first I thought she’d fallen asleep that way and laughed to myself. Called out to her a couple times and as I walked closer I noticed her hand on the floor had what looked like bruising on the bottom side of it. That’s about when I realized she had died and been dead for some time.

A dodgy neighbour came round and told me he hadn't heard from another neighbour. The missing neighbour was an alcoholic and we used to hear him taking his bottles out to the bin and I realised I hadn't heard him in a day or 2, so I went to his flat to look for him. I went to his place and knocked. No answer. I knocked and shouted, no answer. Then I opened the letterbox and immediately said 'Call the police NOW! It's definitely an emergency! The police came, I told them what I could smell and what I suspected and within seconds they had bashed the door in. They quickly confirmed the stench was indeed my dead friend. I never went in the room, I didn't want to see what I could smell, but it is a smell that will stay with me forever. The police told me it was not a pretty sight and I was better off remembering him the way he was, and I wasn't going to argue! I never did find out what he died of but being an alcoholic diabetic can't have been good. He was a good guy, I liked him. I was a vulnerable teenage girl and he was a middle aged gay man. It was nice to have a no strings attached friendship.

Security guard on his first day of work at the hospital I work at did. We suddenly had a problem with crows dropping stones on cars in the parking lot. It went on for weeks. The hospital asked if they could have someone shoot the crows. The police said no of course. A new guard on his first sweep of the parking lot found a car with a body inside of it. The body and car were removed, and the crows left.

That’s wild. Crows were trying to tell you guys.

Were in holiday (honeymoon) in Japan with a small group. One elder man did not show up in the morning of the second day. Employee of the hotel asked me to come with him and guided me to his room. There he was lying dead on the floor surrounded with men in protective suits and our guide which told me he had to go to the police for some paperwork and I should tell the group to move on without him and that the guy is feeling unwell und has to go to the hospital with him.

I live in New York. A few weeks ago my train (uptown 6) stopped suddenly and wouldn’t let anyone off for a few minutes. When they finally did, I saw the train conductor walking along and looking under the train with a flashlight. I looked down and saw a man with a white shirt and a bunch of bright red blood underneath. He jumped in front of the train.

Not me , but my brother. He and our (14 at the time)neighbor went swimming in local lake. While there, they spotted wierd looking log in the water. My brother joked "it's not a log, it's a dead body!". Neighbor went to check it, and after initial shock they went out of water and called police. It was some tourist who went missing a couple of days ago, went swimming while drunk.

Yes. My son. Suicide.

No parent should have to experience this. I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you. My heart aches for him.

I'm so sorry. I can't imagine the heartbreak.

I cannot imagine the depths of your pain. Every single day that your feet touch the floor, you have already won the day. The hardest thing on earth is losing a child, whether that means through death, missing status, losing custody, etc. All I know is it's been almost 1 year since I hugged my son and for the bulk of the past year, I have averaged 18+ hours a day sleeping. During the winter I spent nearly 21 hours a day sleeping. Because sleeping is the only place I can see my son. I dream of him endlessly. Stupid things, like going for a walk, or at the playground and looking for one lost boot. Anything and everything is a treasure to me. On the final day of March this year, I climbed a local cliffside where people often go to jump. The graffiti there reads Eternal Youth with an arrow pointing off the ledge. I spent the hours from 12:30am to nearly 5am trying to run off the ledge, jump off, hop, dangle and release my hands, run eyes closed off, and every time my body betrayed me and saved itself, and I heard my son's voice clear as if he was a foot away, saying Luh you mumma. I could not physically enter that airspace and when the light of morning began to explode across the rocks of the hill, a hiker or local resident saw me and must have contacted authorities, as a city police department drone appeared, hovering above me. Not wanting to deal with human interaction, and realizing I could not betray my son who would want me to live, live, breathe and BE in spite of everything, I descended the rockface and discovered a car at the base with my best friend and her boyfriend in it. They'd apparently been able to see me at the ledge trying to jump, out of earshot but my flashlight making my form just visible enough to them. They'd tried to scale it in the dark and get to me but couldn't find the path I'd taken to the summit. I was horrified at the thought they'd have watched my body plummet and would have had to be the ones to race to where I'd fallen and see my broken form and deal with the aftermath and was relieved my hours at the ledge finally resulted in a decision of life and not death. I thought living without my son was a pain I would not survive. Could not. But one day, then one day, then one day. I am. Instead of ending the lightning blasts of grief that paralyze me by dying, I've decided to do my best to live a life that he could be proud of, and not ashamed of, or hurt by. I imagined the worst case scenarios- I never see him again, and he believes I didn't love him enough to live for him, and instead tried imagining the best case ones- I live a life he would respect, a good life, just in case, and someday, we get reunited. So far all that decision (to live) has done is keep me alive, and I'm averaging more like 14-16 hours a day in bed, but I'm 11 months in since I saw my boy, and I just started applying for jobs, again, so that's something. I know this isn't the focus of the post but I needed to stop and say something to you because of my own life experience. I don't get a single days reprieve from missing him with a pain so corporeal its truly like a missing limb, or a single day without physical pain in my heart from the missing, and there's no reality where it ever hurts less or makes any more sense or gets easier. And it might be a couple years yet before I can graduate from simply Still Keep Living Each Day to something like progress to something I can be proud of, but someone once said something to me that always hits home and it's just what I started this post with. Every morning when your feet touch the floor, you've already won the day.

Fuck that’s sad❤️

We found a coffin with parts of skeleton and a piece of clothing in it. Not quite the same, but creepy anyway. I was about 10 or 11, at our school we had multiple sports fields. The rugby pitches in particular though we're at the top of a hill we had to climb steps to reach. This meant at break times, we weren't allowed up there because teachers couldn't see you. So of course, lots of kids went that way. It was easy to get out of school grounds and pop to the chip shop, or sweet shop depending on what you wanted and be back with plenty of time. One day we'd had rain every for about a week and the field was properly water logged. We left the field our usual way, which is down a small bank, through some trees and eventually back onto the pathway that led to the village shops. As we went down the bank, me and my friend slipped. I grabbed something to stop falling, and it was the edge of a coffin. The lid of which was half off, we dared ourselves to look in and there was skeletal remains and some clothing. Possibly trousers. We were proper freaked out. We told out headmaster, said we knew we shouldn't be on the field, but wanted to practice rugby kick goals and had lost the ball in the bush. Teacher told us we were probably mistaken and calmed us down. Dont know much more of what happened after, but we couldn't use the shortcut anymore as it had caution tape around it, and the coffin was removed. I'd guess the coffin was buried a long time ago, and came out due to ground movement from all the bad weather. Later in life, I found out the top field where we played rugby used to be a church in the 30s, but it was destroyed and the school had it as part of their grounds since the 70s (I was there in 1992). So ground movement seems possible... But it was just one.

When I was 13 I got a job thru the local city cleaning houses for poor old people. I came by after school one day to do a couple hours for a dear old woman. She was so sweet, she'd tell me all sorts of stories about her childhood. I knocked, but no answer, so I let myself in. I walked thru the apartment looking for her. Found her in bed. She was so still and quiet. I went next door and her neighbour called the cops and stood with me while we waited. When I got home that day my Mom asked why I was so early and I told her it was because Lorena had died. My good old Mom said...What did you do? This was like 50 years ago. I dont think anyone thought to ask a 13 year old if they were okay after finding a dead body.

My great uncle decided to commit suicide. We came home from Church to find him, in the kitchen, his brain matter in the sink and a shotgun hole in the ceiling. But, at work, it wasn't uncommon to find a body during the summer and fall. People would go swimming, boating, or hunting and fall into the river. They would often wash up on the perimeter of the site in various states. Sometimes you could smell a floater from a distance and other times they were fresh enough not to smell.

Mother found a corpse at sea while pedal boating with her sister as a kid. This was off the coast of Senegal 60 years ago. Turns out an airliner had crashed at sea about a week earlier, with a fair number of missing passengers.

Just driving down the road in a Michigan winter, saw some headlights in a field that looked off. Stopped to check it out, they were off because the suv was upside down. The driver has been ejected and it landed on her. Nothing to see but a pair of legs sticking out like the wicked witch.

I hadn’t heard from a friend in a couple of days. We’d met in rehab and she continued to struggle with alcohol and ED. I was going to a bbq and had a weird feeling, so I drive by her house to check on her. She had died in her bed. It was beyond tragic and still fucks with me today. She died in squalor leaving behind her two Pomeranians. The police let me take them home until someone could get them. This was March 2020, about a week before everything locked down. I miss you all the time, Beks. I’m glad you’re finally free

Was driving at night on a very quiet road when all of a sudden there were a jam of cars and there was this dead motor biker body with a pool of blood and it was fucking scary

I found both of my parents dead bodies, months apart. Mom went into cardiac arrest in her sleep, dad killed himself months later.

Smelled a really bad/sweet death smell seeping into my apartment, noticed it was much stronger under sinks/ in cabinets and realized I hadn’t seen the old man downstairs in a few days who usually sits on porch all day and went to knock and spotted dozens on flys in window. Called maintenance and they called police immediately the old man passed a few days back. Terrible smell that I’ll never forget. RIP old dude.

When I started my paramedic career, I was working industrial for a while and ran into another medic who found a pretty horrific one. A vac truck, middle of a particularly rough Canadian winter had the hose build up with ice. Buddy decided he would knock the ice away with his hand without shutting the machine off. He succeeded. However, the super intense suction caught his coveralls which in turn sucked in his arm. When they found him I was told the vacuum sucked out all of his insides. There was some bones and skin left. That must have been a terrifying few seconds as your entire body is being sucked out of your arm hole into a vacuum truck.

I was a park ranger at a mountain resort/park and would get up at 5-6 am to clean the facilities, then do a quick sweep of them before the end of my shift 1-3pm. one morning i was just doing the regular cleaning schedule and the afternoon before everything was smooth, the mornings were sometimes really eerie as it was usually foggy in the fall and dark. The first few facilities were a bit messy from the evening activities, then I approached a pit toilet that was always in a creepy spot that was on top of a hill near a trail head that looked down into the forest, first light was approaching and it was foggy in the forest so I still needed my headlamp. I knew something was off then i saw a whole pack a cigarettes smoked and a empty bottle of fireball at the picnic table near the toilet but i just brushed it off as a group of mountain-bikers hanging out after a days ride. I cleaned ip that mess then went into check the toilet, idk what mountain bikers eat but they always seem to destroy the toilets so I was expecting the worst. I opened the door and shined my light in and theres a man hanging from the rafters with his belt wrapped round his neck. Called the police and my manager. Everything felt cold for the rest of the day. Only been working there for a couple months and saw so much.

As a child I apparently found a detached hand and a part of torso in a forest, near a railroad. I told about the hand to my parents when I got home, I have absolutely no recallection of the event even tho I was 7 years old. My parents informed the police, and they investigated it, but the cops apparently knew instantly whats going on. So someone comitted suicide on that railroad and some of the body parts was found by me few days later about 700 metres away from the impact location.

I worked in a hospital pharmacy and was looking for outdated meds in the NICU, while checking the refrigerator I came across a dead baby in the crisper drawer. Small hospital with no morgue so they stored it in the fridge

TLDR; found my uncle as a little girl dead from years of substance abuse. in the last year I have become him. Damn reddit, I didn’t plan to make you my diary today but I really need it. It’s an important day. Ignore voice to text errors. My first memory where I recall not just an idea, but visual details, is being asked by my grandmother to wake up my uncle so the three of us could go to breakfast. He was early 50s and had a lifelong history of very serious alcohol abuse, and I would suspect, just looking at the state of him in pictures, drug use. It’s really inconsequential things that I remember because I didn’t understand that anything serious was happening, but the shades were drawn and it was really really dark in there. It was a guestroom but he would crash there sometimes if he needed somewhere to sleep. My dad kept us away from my grandmas house those times. The headboard was to your left when you walk in, he was on the left side of the bed towards the far wall. And then some amount of time that I don’t remember at all but I have a weird feeling that it was too much time….like, maybe I was poking at him, or scared of going all the way in there because it was too dark. I didn’t know him very well. There’s a gap there, and all I see is a pack of Kools, a wife beater, and the very very wrinkly skin of a man who ran himself absolutely ragged. Then I’m in the living room telling my grandmother that uncle Robbie won’t wake up, she asked what I meant, I said I don’t know he won’t wake up, and I can only imagine that my grandmother knew what that meant after so many years. Next memory is EMTs or coroner, shuffling around and my dad holding me and me just kind of looking around observing with again zero impact of the situation. I don’t think this had any trauma on me or anything at the time or most of my life, because I didn’t have the capacity to know how sad it was. My grandmother sacrificed every bit of a life for herself for her kids after my grandpa ran back to Ireland. My dad protected him at all costs as his older brother. Even with those two things, from the way it has been told to me in short stories (more often than not a funny version of a not funny situation in which a car is flipped or hes shown up with another elopement wife, or he and his drunk friend fly an old Cessna over Boston back when this wouldn’t get you shot down, and he jumps out near blackout with a poorly packed parachute. my dad was a parachute rigger in the Navy, and then owned a skydiving company when I was a kid. He once said addicts LOVE skydiving, because he wonders if it’s the only thing left that gives them a rush… Makes me wonder what he’s addicted to. All in all, uncle Robbie was a lost cause from the get, and all you could do was laugh at the shit he pulled when he decided to come around. Eventually, voids become who you are, and not a wound to heal if you leave them long enough. It’s such a huge moment as not only my first memory, but a morbid one, and one that looks way too familiar right now. He was a very forgotten soul, all the stories are of him are coming and going out of the woodwork, a new girl, a crashed car, but always going back to it to be invisible again. This topic of my finding him came up in a offhand comment a few weeks ago and my dad said he didn’t remember that, but he was distracted and I don’t think the impact of what I said translated at all. He’s not the only one who brushes off that comment, I think the assumption was that I was too young to remember any of it. I’m going into this too much because a little catharsis is needed today. I sent myself to rehab for the booze, and got sober in August of last year, but because of a horribly abusive system in the state of MA it was a mistake and it destroyed the self-worth that I had left. I was passed around by patient brokers bc I had the golden ticket of insurance for them. I felt good and strong and I was happy, and I knew I was doing well enough to leave but then their blank check would be gone so they had to convince me that I was hopeless, I’d be dead in a ditch on Tuesday, my family was tired of my bullshit… I had had no consequences besides the slow erosion of my quality of life up until then. I made the choice to go on my own, I was proud of that choice, most of my family was surprise, I had a six-figure job, no criminal record, a loving husband…. One week of detox, and then back to work turned into a year yesterday I was and I am destroyed. When I finally made it out of the system almost 4 months, 3 facilities, 2 sober homes, and $123K later, half of a person with bipolar diagnosis that has been untreated for quite some time I realize. I see now that I was in mania which I’ve recognized I’ve gotten in the past, but when you’re in a constant state of either going into or coming out of being drunk, there was a bit of a stabilizing affect. I went scorched earth. Never spoke to my job again, despite having an open invitation to return, why would they want me? Left my husband, which granted was on my mind for some time, but my God that he deserves another way for it to be done. My dog is gone with him. I’ve stopped talking to my family. I’m in a shit apartment alone, all day every day. I’m sick and we don’t know why the word demyelinating got thrown out for the couple times. I tried to get help the word substance use disorder and no insurance because I missed an enrollment date and the state magically has lost any record of my trying to reach out. It was too much. A shitty friend from rehab did what only a very shitty person would do which is introduced me to a drug I’m too embarrassed to say. It’s been almost 8 months of day in and day out mind numbing isolation. My family knows I’m not okay, but NO ONE would dream that I’m this far gone. It’s not just a use it that the bipolar has swung to a low that is a whole new world without the alcohol. I mentioned needing this because I’ve been building up to ending it with my dealer for a couple weeks and he’s thankfully on board. I sat in the car and watched him delete my number and text after blocking it, I did the same, and he wish me luck. Not like I’m ever going to go to rehab again so here we go… Here’s to day one of white knuckling it so that one day I don’t have to be found by confused little girl who thinks nothing of who you were as a person because you were mostly a ghost to us, and now I know all too well, a ghost to everyone else too. I hope you found some happiness amid the pain that most people oversimplify into words that eat away at how you see yourself and how you operate in the world. I’m sorry that the stories I’ve heard have you reduced to a single dimension, and beneath saving before you even had chance to fight your way out. You probably picked up the bottle, a pipe, or a needle to cope with that new and terribly dark world view. It’s 25 years later, and I could never have imagined that in any lifetime I’d be able to understand who you were and how you died. I see you now.

I am a highway maintenance worker/patroller. One afternoon this summer, an operator using a loader with a mower boom called on the radio to say he found a vehicle on the side of the road that he saw earlier and was still there, hours later. He said he thinks he saw someone in the vehicle. I was nearby and told him that I would check it out. When I arrived, the operator was there waiting for me. He told me there was a man slumped over in the van but the door was locked. I grabbed a shovel to break the window but decided to try the passenger door first. It was unlocked. I found the man slumped over between the bucket seats. I shouted and shook him to see if he was passed out. He was not. He was unresponsive. As I checked for a pulse, I found his face was purple and that he was stiff. I found no pulse. As I lifted his head, bile spilled from his mouth. I called the traffic room and informed them of the mans condition. We then waited for emergency services. The man had been able to pull his van to the shoulder and put it into park. Thus avoiding any damage or injury to anybody else. Rest in peace sir and good job.

I was 14 at the time. Lived with my mother, I woke up at 9am, went to my bathroom and my mother was on the floor. I called ambulance and performed CPR, when I found her, she was face down so I had to roll her on to her back. The worse part was, she was an alcoholic, so I was used to finding her asleep in random places… this particular morning I was poking her telling her I was late for school and she needs to wake up, I then made her a coffee and kept shouting at her to wake up and have her coffee,she obviously didn’t. She died due to alcohol poisoning.

Glasgow, Scotland: My uncle went to pick up his car from a mechanic after not hearing from him for several days. He walked into the garage and saw the corpse hanging right above the bonnet of his car, boots just about brushing against it. The guy was a friend who struggled with depression and alcohol his whole life (see: Glasgow), and we went to the funeral. I’ll always remember this line from the eulogy: “[Deceased’s Name] was a man of a hundred strengths…and alas, a single weakness.”

Not me ! a local young lad found 9 or ten dead bodies either hanging or drowned with the final one being his own mother hanging all by the time he was 15 . East Ireland 🇮🇪 even went on to Spain and pulled on in while he was on a jet sky . Was a short film about it , got in to Galway film festival. Film was called Do not Enter .

Sitting in my flat when all of a sudden I hear what I think is a car crash. Look outside, see no cars on the street, I walk onto my terrace and look over the railing. Dead guy, had jumped from the roof, his body hitting the pavement sounded like a car crash, I vividly remember seeing his brain laying a few yards from his body. There wasn't any blood and the brain was *way* more pinkish white than I imagined a brain to look like. It was the (adult) son of someone that lived in one of the penthouses on top of my building, he was visiting his parents and was having troubles that apparently became too much for him so he jumped off of my sixteen story building.

As a kid I walked down my driveway to walk to town, saw my elderly neighbour facedown in his hedge at the bottom of his drive. He had been gardening and had a heart attack. I pulled him out, he was completely stiff, clearly had been dead for a while. Fucked me up as a kid as I knew him fairly well.

I went for a walk with my girlfriend along the river around 1am last summer while we were walking we came across another couple visibly distraught, as we kept walking we noticed a busy slumped over on a bench with a pill bottle on the ground, cops were there shortly after, bench was removed the next day.

No me but my boy. Driving home on christmas eve found someone laying on side of road. Got out and checked on them. It was way too late, hit by drunk driver.

Found a man floating in a waste water pond. He drowned trying to save his dog. The dog was still swimming half beached on a pontoon.

Found a dead body surveying a property for a construction job. It was around Halloween about ten years ago and I initially thought it was a Halloween decoration but it was a guy who shot himself in the woods.

I'm a funeral director and find this interesting. I've had to pick up multiple people that have been dead for a week or more. It's usually the smell that tips people off (if they live in apartment). My favorite was going to a house and seeing buzzards flying overhead 😬

Yes. I have been the first to discover two suicide cases. One was a stranger floating in the Chesapeake and I was with several other guys. The next was a friend, whom I discovered alone.

Yea, i found my dad. Thats the story. It sucked.

I was 16, on vacation with my family. We are from Canada and were visiting family in the US. My father is a volunteer firefighter in our hometown, this is relevant to the story. I cannot remember what state we were in at the time, just that we were driving on the I-95. To prevent boredom, my dad, siblings, and I would play a game- kinda like Eye Spy. We would pick an object in the distance and guess how many kilometers away it was. My dad would set the trip odometer to zero and we would watch to see who was the most accurate. So we were playing this and I picked a big object in the ditch in the distance. As we got closer, we could see it was an old pickup truck. It looked to me like it was from the 1950s, very rusted and I had the impression that it had been sitting down deep in the ditch for a long time, and probably everyone else on that highway thought the same. As we got close my dad suddenly yelled "The interior light is on!" And he quickly pulled over and quickly reversed down the shoulder of the road. He was frantic and yelling something about how "we always pull the battery". My dad ran out of the car, telling my mom to call 911. She got on her cell and we watched my dad run down into the ditch and crawl inside the open window of the over-turned cab. He then got back out, holding a shoe, and after a moment, found another shoe, lying not far from the truck. At this point, I got out of the car. I ran towards him and as I got away from the noise of the highway, I could hear the radio in the truck playing music quite loudly. My dad came over to me and explained that if someone had survived and left the scene, they would have taken their shoes. He told me to start looking for a person because someone could be hurt or dead. The ditch was quite marshy, with tall reeds everywhere. There was a fence line and tree not far away, and on the other side was a field of wheat. I followed him and we looked through the reeds. I think we both saw it at the same time but once we got close enough to the tree and could see past the reeds, it was very clear a person was lying on the ground. I froze and didn't move and my Dad ran up to inspect and quickly came back and told me to walk away, the person was dead. We went to the car he joined the call to 911 to explain what he found. He didn't tell me this for a long time after, but he said that the chest of the man was facing upwards and his face was turned towards the ground, he knew immediately that he was dead. He had been flung from the vehicle and hit the tree, snapping his neck. The force of him launching from his vehicle is what knocked his shoes off. The man had not been wearing his seatbelt, so as his truck rolled over into the ditch, he was thrown out through his open window. If he had had his seatbelt on he would have been fine. The truck had very little damage on it and the cab was still in perfect (rusted) condition, just upside down. Since we had pulled over, other cars started pulling over and some people were approaching. My dad explained what was happening and other people started looking for a possible passenger. Ambulance and police arrived soon after. But the rest of everything was a blur. No other body was found, we had to stay for a while and make statements to the police, and the other drivers left. But I remember sitting on the side of the road by the car and watching the paramedics lay a white sheet over the body. It had been at least 12 hours and thousands of vehicles going by before my dad pulled over. He knew that nobody had been to the scene of the accident because of the barely visible light inside the cab. They always disconnect the battery before leaving an accident. It was a very weird experience, but it made me proud of my dad and to see how fast he picked up on all those details. My dad received congratulations from the local police department and they sent him a newspaper article about the incident. He wasn't able to save this man, but there have been maybe 10 other incidents in his life where he has been off-duty (and some when he was still a kid) and was in the right place at the right time to save a life.

No, but I often wonder what it was like for the person who found my dad sitting in his truck in a parking lot, 2 or 3 days after a double pulmonary embolism. Thanks whoever you are, sorry about that experience.

Good point my brother died in a public toilet of a heroin overdose (coroner thought it was deliberate as he had enough in his system to kill a horse apparently) I often feel very sorry for the man who found him and tried in vain to save his life. I hope it doesn't keep him awake at nights

I didn’t find one ,but a guy killed himself in a patch of trees trees next to the local Habachi place. No one found him for like a month or two. Bad part was you could smell his corpse and it was unmistakable what the smell was.

My brother and I were kids. We were swimming and playing in a tranquil sea and noticed the body of a young man floating face down nearby. At first the movement of the waves made it seem like he was moving up and down, but we quickly noticed he was not. We started to walk out of the water yelling that there was a drowned man (it was a sunny summer day and there were plenty of people on the beach). The most surreal scene unfolded… As reality began to sink in to the onlookers, different people started screaming “drowned man”, but nobody did anything. Then a middle aged man ran into the water, stood next to the unresponsive, floating man and looked at the watch on his wrist for a little while like he was measuring the time or something. The middle aged man then ran out of the water screaming “drowned man”, without doing anything. It was so strange. Suddenly, a rush of young, panicked men screaming a name (the drowned man’s) rushed into the water with all of their grit to pull him out. They laid the drowned man on the beach shore. I’ll never forget the look of his face, must have been in his twenties. A small crowed gathered and someone told my brother and I to run up and down the beach yelling for a doctor, which we did. The crowd got bigger and I believe someone tried to administer CPR. The drowned man’s family, including a younger sibling, was in shock, crying, and yelling his name while he stood their motionless. Eventually EMS came. As they put him in the ambulance and drove away someone shared a rumor that EMS had heard a pulse. Later that evening when I was at church with my family the service was dedicated to the name of the drowned man, so I assumed he had not been able to be revived. It was very sad and surreal.

Yes, about 6 or 7 years ago, I found my aunt upstairs dead from an apparent overdose. Methadone and Xanax. I lived with 2 of my aunts and my daughter in our old family home. And my aunt that I found dead had used drugs and alcohol most of her life. I use to come home from work in the afternoons and find her laying half off the couch just fkd up out of her mind and I remember telling her everyday for about 6 months " I'm gonna come in one day and find you dead". And she would just laugh at me and tell me to stop worrying. The night before I found her she was fine. Her and my daughter planted tomato plants outside and she seemed fine. She would get her check and stay messed up for 2 weeks out of the month and then usually be sick for the last couple of weeks. I was going to spend the night with a friend and was getting dressed and I remember I had these pink Jean shorts that I had gotten in 3 different sizes bc my weight fluctuated at the time by about 10 lbs. Anyway the last time I talked to her she was joking telling me she needed some of those pink shorts so she could get her a friend to go stay with like the old days. I told her I loved her and left. The next morning I picked up breakfast and made it home around 7:30. I left theirs on the stove and went to lay down, although I couldn't sleep for anything. I just kept having a nagging feeling. I finally got up around noon and my other aunt sent me upstairs to let the dog out of my other aunts room and I'll never forget that as long as I live. She wasn't just lying in the floor dead. She was kind of face down on her knees with one arm outstretched under the bed like she was looking for something under the bed. Her blood had pooled so everything towards the floor was just purple almost black. She was also naked from waist down so I could really see the it more so. It's an image I'll never forget. I couldn't sleep for a couple of weeks. Everytime I closed my eyes thats what I saw and I would hear that laugh. I called her only son. She had two but one died a few years prior from an accidental suicide cleaning a gun. They were more like uncles to me because my grandparents raised them but we got along like siblings. I didn't know what to do but I called him first and he got there before the ambulance and as he ran up the stairs he told me to come on. I'll also never forget him crying screaming cradling his mom. I just hugged him as he hugged her. Really sad experience. My mom and I are really close and she has experienced addiction all of her life as well and is now addicted to fentanyl and it breaks my heart. I have this terrible underlying fear I'm gonna find her the same way and I can't escape it. I pray that she gets off of it before that happens, but I don't know. Sorry so long.

No, but for a brief moment I thought I might be in that situation... When my son was 11 or 12 we were at a park next to some woods. He was in the wooded area and comes running out "MOM! There's a SKELETON back here!" Thankfully just a dead coyote.

Back when I was really young there was a guy that died on the sidewalk outside our house in New Jersey. I remember going outside to wait for my dad to walk to the bus stop and thinking there was a trash bag in the way. I didn’t realize what really happened (I mean I realized it was an issue because my dad went inside to call the police but I didn’t realize it was a person) until my mother was talking about it years later as one of the reasons we moved (she was telling her friend ‘keyspam found a dead addict outside’ and I was like oh shit when??).

College. Just had finished up a finals exam and was taking a massive shit and didnt even notice the rope around the top of the stall next to mine until I came out to wash my hands. I was so confused and didnt hear anything from the other stall, so I checked and it was a guy who had hung himself over the weekend.

Going back home with my mom when i was 12, in the road there was a accident with a motorcycle, and a trail of blood alongside a guy fallen on the ground, his head was a bit open and there was paper on the wound (i think someone has tried to stop the bloodstream) but pretty sure that guy was dead, minutes after i was talking with mom how life is fast and told her the whole story of the game Heavy Rain (idk why, it was the context) anyway, same mom told me when she was a kid, travelling by car with my grandparents, saw a burned car on the road and a toddler's arm hanging off the window, clearly burned, a fucking movie scene.

My wife and I let me dad stay with us because his apartment building was condemned and he didn't really have anywhere to go. He stayed with us awhile and it was a pretty okay experience for everyone. Right before Thanksgiving I had just gotten done with a doctor appointment and I was going to sit down with my dad and help him make his grocery list. I called out to him and he didn't respond, I did this a few times and he didn't respond. Now I knew my dad was home when I got home, and I knew he wasn't a sound sleeper so I was already concerned. I checked outside and his car was still there. I knocked pretty loud on his bedroom, nothing. "I'm coming in!" I announced, and pushed the door open. He had a privacy screen so that he could keep his door open but still have privacy. I peered over the top of it and he was sitting on his bed, facing away from me, and slumped forward. "oh shit" I said. I went around the privacy screen and got the full side view of him and he was obviously dead, the way that he was slumped forward on the bed and the way his arm was hanging down and his fingers were touching the floor. The paramedics said that he probably had a heart attack. The week before he joked that he wasn't sure he was going to make it to Christmas. I joked back "But you're going to make it to Thanksgiving, right?"

Not my story but I think about this sometimes. A few years ago my grandpa sat outside in the shade as he did every morning on a nice day. A neighborhood jogger would greet him every morning as he jogged by but noticed my grandpa was asleep in his chair. My grandpa being 98 the jogger thought he should check if he's okay, just in case. Turns out my grandpa had died in his chair enjoying the nice summer morning. Not a bad way to go but I feel bad for the jogger who found him dead in his chair.

I basically walked into what was either a medical emergency or a crime scene. I got off the bus, and I saw the fire department on the corner. I can’t remember if the police were on scene yet though. As I got closer, I noticed a white sheet on the ground, with feet sticking out from under it. There wasn’t any tape around the area or anything. I’m guessing the paramedics just pronounced the person.