Most disturbing thing you've ever seen in real life?

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I was in the earthwuake in japan in 2011. So, seeing a huge convention center shudder in a large earthquake, and then having the concrete around you start spurting water and liquefying was the most disturbing thing.
Luckily I did not experience the tsunami.

Bertylicious:

Screamarie:
Well...let's see...when I was 15 my mother, brother, and I celebrated my 16th birthday about 2,3 weeks early because my brother was going to move back to California. Later that day my mother told my step-dad about how she and I planned to go stay with my brother for a couple of days in California. I'm not really sure what went through his head after that, but he got upset about it and decided he HAD to have his handgun. He got the gun and started tearing up his and my mother's bedroom trying to find the safety key, which small miracles, he didn't find. Even though he couldn't find it though he took it with him into the living room and sat in his recliner with the gun on the arm of his chair. The night ended with calling the police and my brother had to take me to stay with him and a friend of his.

Yeah...that wasn't...fun times...

Far out. Did he have a history of strange behaviour or was it totally out of the blue?

Well he's always been controlling and very "my way or the highway", easily angered, and verbally and emotionally abusive. But neither me or my mother saw anything like that coming. We knew he'd be angry that we were going to California, but not like that. I think he might have gotten it into his head that my brother was going to kill him (even though my brother wasn't there at the time) and my mother and I were going to run off to California with my brother....he's always been paranoid.

But just off the wall behavior like that, that was out of the blue and...yeah I haven't forgiven him for it.

Erja_Perttu:
A video of myself passing out. I reckon that qualifies as real life because I lived it first and that was pretty disturbing in it's own right.

It seems weak compared to some of the other stuff on here, but watching yourself go pale, start choking and go limp as a boned fish all of a sudden is freaky as all hell.

I didn't see it, as nobody filmed it but that happened to me during a bout of alcohol poisoning.

Probably the most disturbing was watching blood spurting out of my leg when I was stabbed. Or the bone of my finger during a knife accident.

Other than that, when I was 16, I was walking home from school, going along the bridge and two guys from my year were throwing stones at the ducks. One gets a fairly large rock and lets it fall. It cracked one right on the head. It was just sat in the water, twitching with its head on a freaky angle. I went apeshit on the guy.

Probably many years back when I was younger, I came off my bike while riding down a very steep hill at high speed. Smashed up my face, but the worst part was my broken wrist. A bone in my wrist was actually sticking up out of the flesh. Obviously I wasn't feeling any pain at all at the time, and so being my idiotic self, I actually touched it a little. Pretty sick shit now I think about it.

Hospital memories... during my time in the ER I have seen some wicked shit.

But I think the most disturbing thing was a man, suffering from really bad dementia who had his leg ROTTEN to the bone. I could see his tendon.
The smell of it...

We couldn't even tell if he was feeling any of this.

The worst thing I've seen personally was a ferret crossing the road towards us. It stopped when it realised we were there and stayed in the road long enough to get run over by a car.

The audible crack as its bones were crushed instantly was possibly the worst sound I've ever heard.

I was going to make a joke and post something really trivial but looking at some of the other posts I think I'll leave it.

Similar to the OP's, I once saw a couple of very intoxicated and possibly drugged up men 'fighting' at night in the city. Basically one of them was so far gone that he attacked the other in a wild frenzy of punches, while the other guy who seemed a lot more conscious merely shrugged him off and threw his attacker's face into the pavement. The guy just laid there face down for what seemed like forever until he eventually got up, leaving a nice bloodstain where his face had rested.

I guess I'm pretty lucky that this is pretty much the worst thing I've ever experienced in my life, never had any violence directed at me.

I was attacked by a violent mob once. Well, not just me, a group of peaceful protesters I was part of.

Venezuela, 2004, the president recall referendum had finished and some of us were unhappy. We suspected fraud. A group of about 20 people were protesting peacefully in a town square. I can vouch, there were no weapons and we were not violent. Then a group of Hugo Chavez supporters showed up. They were very well organised with trucks, motorcycles and even an helicopter to coordinate. These are covert, government supported shock groups to keep the population shut.

They surrounded us, and shortly after glass bottles were flying in our direction. Then comes the image I will never forget. Three of them got off their motorcycles and walked towards us with the attitude of "I'm going to kill you and there's nothing you can do about it". They were yelling "WE OWN THIS COUNTRY NOW". I can't really put words to the image, other than what I saw in their eyes was not human.

Guns came out, shots were fired, not warning shots. We all ran, I hid behind a column listening to the gunfire as people ran in terror around me. I saw another protester go by with a blood soaked flag.

Two were wounded that day, one was killed; could have been me. A few days later Chavez publicly praised the gunners on TV.

Yeah, that's the kind of country Venezuela became under Chavez. I left the place within a year, never to return.

Somewhat graphic images of the incident here:
http://twittervenezuela.co/forum/topics/en-memoria-de-maritza-ron-de

There used to be a gallery of photographs where you could see me, running for my life. It's down now.

I saw someone get stabbed to death when I was 12. Then when I was 14 I interrupted a very brutal rape.
They both haunt me and I'm not sure which one disturbed me the most.

axlryder:
A man getting crushed. It happened at my job. An old lady seemed not realize she was pressing on the accelerator in the parking lot. She ended up ramming into the doors, where a guy was walking out. She must have floored it, because you could hear her car accelerating very quickly and see the burned rubber in the parking lot. She took out a few bricks on the side of the building and then pinned him against the sliding door's frame. He died. I'm actually, in a way, the one responsible for his death, because I wasn't sure where his cigarettes were that he was asking for since it was my second day on the job. If I'd found them faster, he would have left sooner.

Anyway, nothing else comes close that I'm willing to share.

See kids, smoking kills.

I have to share two of them, as I can't pick one as "worse" than the other. WARNING: May be graphic. I can't put a birthday stamp on this, but it was asked for in the OP.

One was when I was about...10, and my dad had one of his old buddies living in the garage until he got back on his feet (a very recurring theme my entire life, even with strangers). The guy met a girl at the bar, and brought her home into the garage. At about midnight, dude comes out screaming saying we need to do something. My room was closest and I went in there first. She had OD'd, and was totally blue. He woke up and noticed she was like that. I was on the phone with 911, and he was desperately trying to give her CPR. As I was watching him do this, she...I guess vomits this green fluid into his mouth during the CPR and it makes him faint. I still see that sometimes just from closing my eyes. I also wonder why my parents didn't pull me out of the room...

The other one was when I was 14. There was a family that we were friends with my whole life, and I basically grew up with the son. One day the dad bought a new boat down in Florida and they were trying it out and partying a bit off-shore. The dad got a bit too drunk, and was being reckless on his way back and trying to jump his own wakes. When he hit one of them, his son was launched out of the boat and smashed his face into a pylon that was holding up a bridge. The disturbing part was the funeral. I'm sure they did the best they could, but his face was practically unrecognizable. I wasn't struck until I saw the dad practically climb into the casket and start weeping at maximum human volume.

There's others...but I think that's more than enough for today.

Damn guys, you've seen some real shit during your lifetime.

As for me, the most disturbing thing I saw is my worst psychosis I've had (I'm schizophrenic)

I was in my living room, reading a history book when suddenly I heard ravens chirping increasingly louder, to a point it was almost as loud as an washing machine. Then the sky became darker for some reason, I look at the windows and I see a plethora of ravens screaming to my windows.
I screamed and in a flash, everything disappeared. Mind this happened really fast, maybe seven seconds max. When I realized what just happened I was so freakin' scarred I went to the hospital the next day. Been medicated since HAHAHA

putowtin:

I saw a pigeon get run over by a wagon
... I never ate pigeon pie again

How does a pigeon get run over by a wagon? Did it silently creep up on it at 0.5 miles an hour?

In my final year of high school a girl in my year had a panic attack. She had trouble breathing with shallow breaths and wheezing. I was closest so I was the one to end up helping her. I felt like I was too slow to help her as I hoped it would just go away. She was taken to hospital. I didn't feel right until a few days later I bumped into her at the shops and she filled me in on what happened that she only needed air and was fine.

Fast forward a few years. My father had stage 4 lung cancer. We only found out about 1 month before at this time. My brother and I were staying with him as much as we could. My parents were divorced so my mother wasn't around and we lived with her. Late one night it's like 3am. I wake up to the same shallow breaths and wheezing. I freeze with my mind jumping back to that high school incident. All I remember thinking was this is the day my father dies. I jump up to check on him wake up my brother and got him to the hospital. He didn't die that day. Probably the most disturbing but also redeeming point in my life. I felt like I took the high school incident to heart to never let that happen again.

Then about a year ago my diabetic grandmother got very low blood sugar levels during a nap and couldn't move. I heard a moan from her room. I couldn't really hear it. I ask my brother if he heard anything he said no. I said I thought I heard something from grans room. He seemed undecided I say I'm checking on her. I find her unable to move or talk we get her to hospital and she is fine.

Whenever I hear wheezing or shallow breaths. I need to check on that person.

Easton Dark:

putowtin:

I saw a pigeon get run over by a wagon
... I never ate pigeon pie again

How does a pigeon get run over by a wagon? Did it silently creep up on it at 0.5 miles an hour?

Traffic lights were at red, pigeon lands infront of wagon and doesn't move when the lights went to green
What can I say, they're supposed to have a brain the size of a pea!

Erja_Perttu:
A video of myself passing out. I reckon that qualifies as real life because I lived it first and that was pretty disturbing in it's own right.

It seems weak compared to some of the other stuff on here, but watching yourself go pale, start choking and go limp as a boned fish all of a sudden is freaky as all hell.

I have passed out twice. On the same day, one year apart. Except I didn't go limp at first, but sort of span to the ground, at least in the first one. In the second I had just got up from a chair, so I sort of slumped.

imagremlin:
I was attacked by a violent mob once. Well, not just me, a group of peaceful protesters I was part of.

Venezuela, 2004, the president recall referendum had finished and some of us were unhappy. We suspected fraud. A group of about 20 people were protesting peacefully in a town square. I can vouch, there were no weapons and we were not violent. Then a group of Hugo Chavez supporters showed up. They were very well organised with trucks, motorcycles and even an helicopter to coordinate. These are covert, government supported shock groups to keep the population shut.

They surrounded us, and shortly after glass bottles were flying in our direction. Then comes the image I will never forget. Three of them got off their motorcycles and walked towards us with the attitude of "I'm going to kill you and there's nothing you can do about it". They were yelling "WE OWN THIS COUNTRY NOW". I can't really put words to the image, other than what I saw in their eyes was not human.

Guns came out, shots were fired, not warning shots. We all ran, I hid behind a column listening to the gunfire as people ran in terror around me. I saw another protester go by with a blood soaked flag.

Two were wounded that day, one was killed; could have been me. A few days later Chavez publicly praised the gunners on TV.

Yeah, that's the kind of country Venezuela became under Chavez. I left the place within a year, never to return.

Somewhat graphic images of the incident here:
http://twittervenezuela.co/forum/topics/en-memoria-de-maritza-ron-de

There used to be a gallery of photographs where you could see me, running for my life. It's down now.

Much respect to you, keep fighting the good fight

When I was a kid I saw two dogs pulling out of the corpse of a cat and they....split it in half.

Vertically....

Down the middle.

Was pretty fucking gross I must say.

The Vrolik Anatomy museum in the Netherlands where I had to go a few times for my study.

It's mostly filled with stillborns in bottles carrying..very bad conditions. Like anencephaly. Or "cyclops". Or all the "bad" versions of Siamese twins. To know that all these "examples" could have been humans is a saddening thought - to know that they have been in bottles for over a hundred years isn't much better.

I did anatomy on dead humans to but that was way less worse as they were NORMAL. After walking out of Vrolik I felt like I only wanted to see healthy people for a few days.

Closest thing after Vrolik were brain-anatomy sessions. Where an lab assistant opens a cool-box with a head -skin,eyes, everything - in it. Said head had it's skull cut in such a way that you could open it like those plastic models. And then the head was passed around. Wut.

I saw a man burn to death in a car accident and the other person was pretty banged up as well. I believe he lost his arm in the end.

I had a sweet government contract at the Bureau of Engraving and Printing. One day, my boss took me to a highly restricted area of the building to watch a guy toss a stack of old, worn out bills into a shredder/incinerator. And by stack, I mean something the size of a bale of hay.

When I was told the value of that stack, I was deeply disturbed. It affects me still.....

In a biology class once, we dissected some rats. One dead rodent per group of 3-4 people. The assignment was basically "Cut open the ribcage and look around to see how the organs are arranged."

That wasn't the disturbing part.

The disturbing part was when one of the guys in my group decided it was a brilliant idea to skin the rat entirely.

With his bare hands.

And that cutting the paws off made this easier.

And that after removing the tail as well it would be a good idea to take that out to the hallway to show bystanders how pulling a sinew made the chopped-off tail wriggle about in a life-like manner.

I left just when he had beheaded it and was about to take a look at the brain using some scissors.

This may sound mild, and just a normal part of life...but the most disturbing thing I've seen was my deceased grandfather lying in a bed, an hour before being put in a coffin.

It's just the difference between my mind playing back images of this man talking, laughing, living....and my eyes seeing someone cold and immobile.
It's obvious that seeing a deceased member of the family will disturb someone, but the way I lived that moment, it was just soul crushing.

Cherry on top of the depression cake? I couldn't stay for the funeral, because the cocksuckers at the cemetery were on strike, so couldn't bury him until 48h later.

When I was a kid me and my parents came across a cat that got hit by a car. It had a broken leg, but worst of all, one of it's eyes somehow got dislodged from it's socket and was hanging out by it's optic nerve. I remember begging my parents to take her to the vet(not like they were unwilling). It ended pretty well actually. The cat got stitched up and was adopted by my dad's company. It basically keeps them company at work ^^

Binnsyboy:

Probably the most disturbing was watching blood spurting out of my leg when I was stabbed.

I've managed to mess my leg up once by kneeing a mirror. There was quite a significant amount of blood, but I didn't go to hospital over it.

well these are nothing compared to some of these, but there are a couple that come to mind, each disturbing in their own little way.

at my high school. There was graffitti under the table, and it included such gems as "I fucking hate Kikesville" (the schools name was pikesville) and "(swastika) was here". It was the first time I'd ever really come face to face with legit anti-semitism

At a friends house one time, we'd been playing around on the couch cushions and for whatever reason my friends parents came down and started what I can only describe as verbally abusing him. nothing says a nice afternoon with friends like hiding awkwardly in the corner while said friend is berated for no reason what so ever.

On a trip to Israel, while I was waiting in line, I watched a man collapse of heat exhaustion, a rather blunt reminder to take those warnings about sunscreen and water seriously.

Two years later, on a different israel trip, after a three-day long hike, while we were taking part in closing ceremonies beneath some eucalyptus trees, there was an enormous crack heard above us, and while most of us managed to get out of the way just in time, our guide, who I was standing pretty close to previously was laying face down underneath a tree branch the size of a tree.

and lastly there was a time when I saw my grandmother, who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimers. She was listening to old music and her fingers were twitching on the arm-rests and here eyes closed tight, giving me the impression, even at the time, that she was engaged in some terrible struggle with the outside world. And when she opened her eyes, they seemed empty and void. she was a shadow of her former self to say the least

Most disturbing thing I can think of seeing was el Museo de las Momias de Guanajuato

http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/museo-de-las-momias-de-guanajuato

^A mummy museum in Guanajuato, Mexico. (disturbing imagery)

In case you don't want to risk seeing those images, here's the copy/pasted description of the place on that page.

My parents took me and my brother to this profoundly horrific place when were very young. My brother was 12, and I think I was... 8 years old. lol

Sure, Mexicans have a close relationship with the subject of death, and is something portrayed in a rather light manner. But at 8 years old, I haven't really grasped that concept. All I saw were a lot of mummies, and all I heard were the conditions these people died in.

The most memorable story I remember clearly was the baby ('the world's smallest mummy') and it's mother. Yes, the baby's mother was also mummified and on display.

image

It was one of the first times I ever remember feeling a real fear of death, and began to think about things far too mature in concept for my little mind. That experience kinda... stuck with me.

Would I take my own kids to that place?......Maybe.

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Probably.

Just a thought: some of the more graphic descriptions of incidents might want to spoiler them.

tricky-crazy:
Damn guys, you've seen some real shit during your lifetime.

As for me, the most disturbing thing I saw is my worst psychosis I've had (I'm schizophrenic)

I was in my living room, reading a history book when suddenly I heard ravens chirping increasingly louder, to a point it was almost as loud as an washing machine. Then the sky became darker for some reason, I look at the windows and I see a plethora of ravens screaming to my windows.
I screamed and in a flash, everything disappeared. Mind this happened really fast, maybe seven seconds max. When I realized what just happened I was so freakin' scarred I went to the hospital the next day. Been medicated since HAHAHA

Holy hell that sounds like something out of a Stephen King novel DX

Hope the meds are helping out!

Wow, people on here have seen some pretty intense things...
For me it'd have to be a tie between;

When I was 16 I was looking for some frozen meat at the shelter I used to work at on weekends and ended up opening the wrong freezer because I was sort of on auto-pilot, the freezer they keep the bodies in temporarily, it was kitten season and a lot of people didn't want to pay their dog rego fees either that year so it was full. It gives you a bit of perspective on the reality of things, seeing all the black bags, some big for the big dogs people couldn't be bothered with, some tiny for the kittens that should of never existed.

When I was little, my mother used to work at a riding for the disabled, and one year they decided to get a pet goat ( I was about ten I think). Her name was Mavis and she was such a delight, she'd follow you around and was such a monkey, always getting into things. She and I were particularly attached. Then one morning we came to feed out the horses and she was at the front door of the main building, not down in her paddock. She'd been attacked by loose pigdogs during the night and had managed to break her chain and get away, and had obviously come up to look for help but not before the dogs had mauled her all over and ripped her face off. Fur, skin, some flesh... How she was even still alive by that point I don't know. Mum told my sister and I to go play around the front gate and out of sight, while the vet came and put her to sleep.

My grandmothers coffin last year, the first family death I had ever experienced. I was lucky as a child not to have anyone in the family die, but its a pretty big thing as a an adult to deal with for the first time you know? And not a month later we lost a grandfather on the other side too.

Finally, being the Christchurch earthquake. When your in an earthquake that shakes in every direction at once, roars so loudly that you hear it coming, that shatters giant fish tanks (not knocks over, shatters in place) and brings the lights down on your lunch, you certainly don't forget it in a hurry. Not to mention the aftermath, liquefied ground, burst sewage, destroyed buildings, death, destruction of a whole CBD, rendering a city you once knew into something out the end of the world...Ugh, not a fun time, plus with no power we had no idea what was going on, so we just left, drove five hours back home the next morning. Bloody hell, even the sound of trucks going past sounded like an earthquake coming for weeks afterwards.

I was on a trip to Moscow. Nice city, nice people.
I went out of a store and saw two guys on the other side of a street: one, who looked like what we call "Zhlob", meaning adidas sports suit, buzz-cut hair and a face of a, well, redneck drunkard, and other one, who looked quite classy, like a guy from upper midle-class.

The zhlob was acting violently and cocky, like a rooster that wants to fight. The classy one was standing. Standing and smiling a calm smile. Zhlob was already in kind-of boxing stance and screaming something like "C'mon! Bring it!".

The classy one, without losing his smile, takes a gun out of his pocket. He shoots the zhlob right in the face. Nothing happens. It was just a replica, or whatever you call a gun, that only makes noise, spits out some steam and shots no bullets.

It all happened on the street crowded with people. It was probably the first time in my life I felt really scared. And I don't know, don't remember, to be exact, what actually frightened me most: That it happened, that it could happen to me, if the classy one was a madman, or that no one seemed to care.

VMK:
It all happened on the street crowded with people. It was probably the first time in my life I felt really scared. And I don't know, don't remember, to be exact, what actually frightened me most: That it happened, that it could happen to me, if the classy one was a madman, or that no one seemed to care.

That nobody seemed to care would seem to be the most disturbing part to me. I don't see the 'classy' guy as a madman. What's scary? Don't go randomly picking fights and you should be fine. Hopefully the "Zhlob" realized what could have happened.

Scow2:

VMK:
It all happened on the street crowded with people. It was probably the first time in my life I felt really scared. And I don't know, don't remember, to be exact, what actually frightened me most: That it happened, that it could happen to me, if the classy one was a madman, or that no one seemed to care.

That nobody seemed to care would seem to be the most disturbing part to me. I don't see the 'classy' guy as a madman. What's scary? Don't go randomly picking fights and you should be fine. Hopefully the "Zhlob" realized what could have happened.

But I did not KNOW that the gun was fake untill after the shot. So it happened like this: shot->my fright and thoughts-> realization that the gun is fake.

Seeing a car crash on the motorway, going the other way, just as we passed it. Made an immense skidding sound before it crashed into the barrier. One of those moments where for a split second life seems to suddenly transcend reality. No idea what happened to the people inside. I've seen a child hit by a car too (silly kid just ran straight into its path) but it was going pretty slowly and so he just jumped up and ran off.

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