While I can’t top these stories, I still have visions of something I saw when I was about 11 years old. My mom works for a division of the state (VA). Her office was next to the city morgue. One day, while I was at work with her, I begged her to go see dead people. She contacted her friend there, and then took me over for a tour.
The dude showed up to open the back door, with a white lab coat stained with blood, eating a PBJ sandwich. While it didn’t disgust me to see this, I questioned him on how he can do it so easily. After our discussion and a brief tour, we headed back to the exam room.
There was a naked body on the table, it was a man with three perfectly placed bullet holes in his head. He was shot once in the middle of the forehead, execution style. Then, while his dead body laid on the ground, the gunman fired another two…perfectly placed bullets on either side of the original shot.
It formed a three hole triangle. At 30 years old, I still have at least one dream a month (or so)where I see his face. Scary shit.
Another one. I worked for my dad starting when I was 11, at his gas station. I was always out at the pumps (before auto pumps). His station was located in a heavy drug area, but for the most part, a realitively safe area, since I knew EVERYBODY.
One day, I was talking to a customer and heard some arguing from across the street. Right at the time I glanced over, I watched a dude step away from a car and fire about 6 shots into a car occupied by one individual.
We called the cops, and they were there instantly, caught the shooter a couple of hours later. The kid (shooter) was only 12 years old (I was the same age believe).
The driver lived in the apartment complex, and was coming home to shower after being at the hospital with his wife, who had just had their baby. There were over a dozen witnesses that were watching the arguement transpire, and told police how it went down.
As the guy pulled into his parking spot, the kid walked up to his car…asked for a cigarette, and when the guy said he didn’t smoke, the kid told him “that’s too bad, this isn’t your lucky day” and fired on him, killing him.
At this same station, my dad was shot in the arm by a potential thief. He was trying to steal the money my dad was leaving with. When this escalated, my dad was able to get into his car, and he tried to run the guy over.
The guy jumped out of the way, and fired at my dad’s head, as he drove to the side of him. My dad, luckily, ducked with his left arm up in the air. The bullet entered the inside of his left bicep, and traveled to within 1.5" from his heart.
When my mom told me the next morning, I went out to the car, and sat in his dried blood for hours, crying uncontrollably (You know the cry, you can’t breathe, it hurts). He was fine. The best part was, the police caught the guy the next night, at a Be-Lo (like a food lion, or other chain grocery store).
He had tried to break in, by going through the top of the automatic front doors. He had unscrewed a panel, and got stuck while trying to get in. The cops came to find him half way in, half way out, hanging from his waist. he had been there for over 6 hours.
Hilarious!! Thought I’d share.