Anonymous wrote:In an article about leaving people who have forgotten to drop their babies off at daycare on a hot day and coming to the car at the end of the day and finding the baby dead. One of the stories was about a dad who's car alarm went off multiple times during the day and he looked out the window, saw it was nothing and used his remote to turn the alarm off. At the end of the day when he realized what happened and the police came he tried to take their gun to kill himself.

Yep. I've never forgotten that either.

Anonymous wrote:This is not something I witnessed, but something I read about about that is absolutely horrifying. I can't forget it. Sometimes it just pops it my head (I don't know why) and I shudder and my eyes tear up. Fair warning, it is beyond horrifying.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marion_Parker

I will be honest with you, while this crime was horrible it was not specially horrible to me. I don't know how to explain without sounding a callus bitch, but I read it and probably will forget it.

However, I came across a story of a guy who used to sodomize, kill and eat his victims and I still think about that. I think Silence of the Lambs (sp?) was based on this true story. What particularly haunts me about this story is that one of his victims, a 12 y old boy, managed to scape while drugged and was found wandering naked on the streets by two women. The killer came and said the victim was his son or brother or something like that.... the ladies didn't believe him and insisted on calling the police. Two patrolling officers came but were convinced by this guy and just let him take the naked, drugged boy with him. He later killed the boy and ate parts of him.

My father kicked my dog for barking once when I was growing up (and I saw it). I never forgave him for that.

Next door neighbor, who was the mom of my best friend at the time (I was like 7 and she was 6), taking a thick leather belt and whipping their dog. Horrible. Horrible. Cannot forget it. What a horrible person.

In an article about leaving people who have forgotten to drop their babies off at daycare on a hot day and coming to the car at the end of the day and finding the baby dead. One of the stories was about a dad who's car alarm went off multiple times during the day and he looked out the window, saw it was nothing and used his remote to turn the alarm off. At the end of the day when he realized what happened and the police came he tried to take their gun to kill himself.

Driving long distance once with my cat, when we smelled something and realized cat had pooped. As we were starting to pull over, cat threw up. When we finally were able to stop and get him out of his crate, realized he had also peed. The bottom of that crate almost made me throw up and still makes me want to gag to this day.

Not something that I witnessed or had any connection to, but I am haunted by the murder of the Harvey family:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvey_family_murder

I just can't imagine what they went through, and although I'm not practicing any religion, this makes me hope that there is a heaven and that this family is there and are able to do all that they did not get a chance to do here on earth.

And the scumbags that did this are nothing more than trash, and it scares me that there are people like that.

Anonymous wrote:After my Dad died my mom made me look at him in the casket. I was 10 and scared. I started screaming and hitting the casket trying to wake him up. Then she made me watch the casket (and my dad) being cremated. It was absolutely traumatising and that's the only memory that I can think of when I think about my Dad. As an adult I went to a psychiatrist and was diagnosed with PTSD. Thanks Mom.

This is horrible, I'm sorry you had to go through that. I can somehow understand haveing one last look in the coffin, but to force you to watch the cremation as well This is horrible, my thoughts are with you

After my Dad died my mom made me look at him in the casket. I was 10 and scared. I started screaming and hitting the casket trying to wake him up. Then she made me watch the casket (and my dad) being cremated. It was absolutely traumatising and that's the only memory that I can think of when I think about my Dad. As an adult I went to a psychiatrist and was diagnosed with PTSD. Thanks Mom.

I was in Paris recently and saw a woman begging who was holding a child of 2. The child sat on her lap so listlessly and sadly that I wanted to grab her and just run. I can't imagine what her life has been like thus far.

This is not something I witnessed, but something I read about about that is absolutely horrifying. I can't forget it. Sometimes it just pops it my head (I don't know why) and I shudder and my eyes tear up. Fair warning, it is beyond horrifying.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marion_Parker

I worked as a victim witness counselor in DV criminal courts a while back, 15 years or so, and this one still gets me. This woman showed up to get a protection order and her hand was in this huge contraption. When I asked what it was, she told me her husband had bitten her pinky finger completely off. And then spit it out at her. They reattached it and the story plus the contraption holding it on just got to me good.

On my way to school one morning in the car with my dad. We passed an awful accident. The car was barely recognizable as a car at all. I could see two sheets on the ground, covering bodies. I learned an hour later that was a good friend of mine, her little sister and their mother. Killed on impact by someone who ran a red light.

Not something I've seen, but a story I heard on the radio about a man viciously attacking a tied-up, helpless puppy with an ax. I can barely even acknowledge that I remember it but I can't forget it no matter how hard I have tried. It is unspeakable.

I was about 5 years old walking with my cousin by the barracks in SE. There's an overpass with the highway. A lady was standing at the bus stop. A car pulled up and 3 men dragged her in the car and took off. I told my cousin, I think she saw it too, but she pulled my hand and said keep walking home.