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13 Most Gruesome Stories From People Who Witnessed Someone's Violent Death

13 Most Gruesome Stories From People Who Witnessed Someone's Violent Death

by Ayoub Mask

Death is no joke, that’s why so many people don’t like to even mention it, we’re so in love with what life has to offer that we refuse to accept that someday we will drop dead just like all of the people who came before us. We all wish to die as peacefully and as painlessly as possible, no one desires to die a violent death, and witnessing one can have the worst impact on a person’s mental health, some of us just can’t handle gore and blood.

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1. I'll never be able to forget that incident 

“Saw a pedestrian get hit by a tractor trailer. It was bad, she was decapitated, and the smell was something I will never forget.”


2. It still haunts me till this very day.

“When I was in the Peace Corps in Ghana, I saw a man stoned to death.

He had stolen a taxi in a nearby city and brought it to the village I was staying in. Unfortunately for him, the man he stole the taxi from, was from the village he brought it to (I am not sure how he didn’t know this, as it seemed everyone knew everyone in the surrounding villages/cities). The villagers ganged up on him and stoned him in the street. Men, women and children all participated.

It was a very strange, surreal experience, and horrifying. None of the volunteers knew what to do.

All the peace corps volunteers in the village received counseling to process. It’s been over 10 years and I still think about that day often.”

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3. He gutted his own cousin for $50

“I was 15 and living in the center for drug trade in my city, so I saw at least ten murders living there, but the one that sticks out is when a guy gutted his cousin for 50$ for some crack, it was one quick swipe and his intestines just fell out everywhere like if you had a bag of spaghetti and cut the side open, it was disgusting, and I puked immediately, I don’t go near crack heads anymore.”


4. Little chunks of his brain flew at me

“Back in Russia a lot of violent crimes happened very often but I think one of most gruesome ones was when a man was hit by a truck going about 210 km/h and then the man fell head first right in front of another car and I saw his head splatter right open. I was right on the street that it happened and there were little chunks of brain flying at me.”


5. All of a sudden he was just gone in a cloud of dust

“Watched our ‘terp in Afghanistan jump directly on a dismount-aimed IED.

We were in the south, in the farming districts around Kandahar, and they grow tons of grapes there. They have little wood to make trellises, so they mount up clay to about 3-4 feet high. These make great bullet-stoppers, by the way.

Anyway, he was walking along the top of the grape walls to avoid potential IED’s in the rows, and got to the end and jokingly jumped off and landed right on one.

Straight down, then straight back up in a cloud of dust and goo.”


6. I couldn't look at it for more than a few seconds 

“I am a combat veteran and have witnessed plenty of violent deaths but one that I guess stands out happened in late 1969.

My unit (12th Cavalry) was conducting operations right along the Cambodian border, clearing the area of NVA (North Vietnamese Army) troops (this was in the Binh Long province).

Well, one day we were clearing this small village and me (this was my second tour) and two new recruits named Private McLaughlin (from Long Island) and Private Storm (from Wyoming) and another guy on his first tour (but had been in Vietnam for a few months) PFC Romano (from San Fran) had to clear this small hut.

Anyway, we break down the door, and Storm walks in first and gets shot immediately (in the stomach). McLaughlin just sprays the inside of the house, but when he runs out of ammo, he drops his gun and just runs inside the hut. (McLaughlin was a stupid hothead and was best friends with Storm so I think he went inside the hut to drag him out.)

Well, me and Romano were at the bottom of the staircase heading up to the hut (we had ducked when the first round of fire broke out). Well now were hauling ass up the stairs after McLaughlin because he just charged into a house without his goddamn weapon. Well, we hear screaming and when we enter the house we see McLaughlin in hand to hand fight with this NVA soldier. We can’t shoot because him and McLaughlin are constantly shifting positions and we don’t want to shoot McLaughlin.

I start screaming at McLaughlin to let go of him and get away so I can shoot him (Romano went to storm and dragged him out of the hut). But McLaughlin wasn’t listening and was just screaming all this shit like “Fuck you, you goddamn gook!” and all this other shit at the top of his lungs so he couldn’t hear me.

Well he ends up pulling out his bayonet to stab the guy, but then he grabs on to McLaughlin’s throat. Then McLaughlin tries to stab him in the throat but just gets him in the shoulder and they both collapse. I still can’t shoot because McLaughlin is blocking my view. I can see the NVA soldier’s hangs gouging at McLaughlin’s eyes though. McLaughlin just starts stabbing like with so much rage and venom and is screaming like a madman. The NVA soldier is screaming too. By this time another group of guys had come into the hut with all the commotion.

Well McLaughlin is just starts slashing the guys throat and face for a few seconds before the NVA soldier finally dies. McLaughlin keeps stabbing him though and hitting him and finally we guys have to pull him of this corpse that looks like a Jack the Ripper victim. His throat and face were practically cut open; his chest was just tomato juice. Even I couldn’t look at it for more than a few seconds.

I later slapped McLaughlin for being a fucking idiot and putting himself and other men in danger by charging into the house without a firearm. McLaughlin ended up being a total nutcase and I think that one killing really messed him up. He became way to violent and unpredictable and after 3 months he got a court martial for stabbing another soldier. Storm survived though he never came back to Vietnam. No idea what happened to either of them after Vietnam.”


7. He was clearly a monster

“I was doing security at a celebration for the Indianapolis Colts and was walking through an alley downtown when a guy who had jumped off of the pool deck of a hotel landed about five feet away from me. I stood in shock for a few seconds and then walked over to him. He had a compound fracture of his leg but it wasn’t gory at all, just a bit of bone sticking out of the skin. There was a small stream of blood going from his head towards the curb.

Maybe 30 seconds later, a few policemen and my supervisor came running around the corner and took over. It affected me pretty badly for about 24 hours, but then the news broke that he was a child molester who jumped when the cops were closing in on him. The moment I heard that, I was fine. It was like it never happened….Seeing it bothered me. It was weird how much less when I found out just who and what he was. I’ve often wondered what that says about me….I think it just dehumanized him for you, because he was clearly a monster.

Human, too, of course… but the mind likes to categorize.”



8. My dad's death affected my life forever 

“mom and dad were cooling off after an argument. My dad was giving me lunch in my highchair—I was almost 3 years old.

My mom was in another room of the house and was giving my dad the silent treatment.

My dad had a heart attack and died right in front of me while I sat strapped in that highchair. My mom has no idea how long he’d been dead for by the time she heard me screaming and crying….

I had a strange fascination with death after that. I would have panic attacks and have what I believe were psychogenic seizures. I’d just blackout when I thought about death too much.”


9. "Daddy, that plane just crashed"

“It was 9/11/16. I was going to the airport to pick up my wife. As we pass one of the parking lots the car in front of me slams on its brakes. I throw up my arms like, wtf. At that point, my eight-year-old daughter says to me, ‘Daddy, that plane just crashed.’

I look to my left and sure enough, a small plane was crashed in the parking lot 50 yards from us. I immediately pulled over and told my daughter to wait in the car. I bolted out and headed towards the crash. A handful of people were in the vicinity kind of in shock. I have some first responder training and felt like I had to help if I could.

I was the first one to approach the crash. The plane was upside down and there was airplane fuel everywhere. Cars were smashed all around it. I foolishly stood in fuel as I assessed the situation. I’m not proud of that.

The first person I saw must have been the pilot. His upper body was dangling down and his lower half was trapped in the mangled metal. I yelled out to him, ‘Can you hear me? Do you need help?’ No response.

I moved the other side of the plane where I saw the second person. A woman, handcuffed, dangling much in the same way as the pilot. She was also dead.

As a peeked my head around the crumpled metal I found the third and final person. He was in the worst shape of all.

That day changed my life. I had always wondered how I would respond to something like that. One part of me is relieved I didn’t shy away. I went right up to the front line to help. The other part of me wonders what would have happened had a spark lit that fuel…”


10. This is something I wil NEVER forget

“Circa 2014. Where I’m from we celebrate St. Patrick’s Day pretty heavy here, a huge parade tons of drinking early in the morning, the whole nine yards. Well some friends and I met up around 4 blocks from where the parade started at about 11am usually the parade starts around 2PM. After we finished up the pre-game at my friend’s house we decided to catch the metro rail to the parade. Well where I’m from St. Patty’s day is a huge drinking fest so the terminal was jam packed with drunk people waiting to get on, so we waited about a solid 15 minutes to catch a rather empty train. Skip forward about 20 minutes and we arrive at terminal B to arrive at the parade. We all get off the train and we see a group of about 10 EXTREMELY drunk people goofing around on the escalators. Running around goofing around when one of the kids says ‘I’m going to beat you guys to the bottom!’ and jumps off of the escalator. I am confident the gentleman did not know how high the escalator actually was. long story short, it was about 30-40 feet high. The man fell head first. It was to this day the worst and most disgusting sound I have ever had the displeasure of hearing. A pool of blood surrounded the guy’s head. There was one security guard in the terminal frantic as could be calling for police and the group of friends was absolutely devastated. Screaming frantically the group of friends tried to approach the guy lying in his own pool of blood, the security guard assured the group of friends they didn’t want to see the guy in the condition he was in. I’m 90% sure the man died that day. I walked by the lifeless body on the way out of the terminal and the side of the man’s face looked rather flat against the ground. It was the worst thing I’ve ever saw in my life. It ruined the rest of my friend groups day and we ended up heading home early all slightly buzzed instead of hammered as per usual. I have not attended the parade since….

This is something I will NEVER forget. Like I said it was the sound of his head smacking the ground over everything that is truly haunting. The sound of a sack of potatoes hitting the ground is probably the most accurate.”


11. The gun came up and was less than a foot from my face 

“Back at my first ever job at a dollar store in a not so good area of town, it was me and my night manager working the night shift and five minutes before closing, and locking the door; two of our regular customers walked in to buy snacks for a movie night after they left we were gonna lock up count the drawers go home. Simple run of the mill night. It was the slowest day we ever had, as the customers were checking out another man walked in with a sweater wrapped around his head. My first thought was ‘Wow he must be really hot in the 98 degree Texas night.’ And then he pushed his way to the front and the gun came up and was less than a foot from my face and he said ‘Open the drawer.’ I took a step back said I don’t know how to (I knew but I figured if I did it I outlived my usefulness and boom no more Tonito) my manager tells him ‘Don’t point it at him he doesn’t know how.’ She came round and opened hers with the guy following behind her. At this time one of the customers turned out to be a CHL holder drew on the robber and fired. If I didn’t duck 5 seconds before who knows what would’ve happened. A small gunfight ensued. 30 seconds later when I got my hearing back I asked my manager ‘What do we do now?’ I got no response. I figured she was deaf from the shots. I asked again while moving closer. I saw red on the floor and her eyes closed. I tapped her to ask if she’s okay and she collapsed. Bullet hit her heart, (come to find out it was the customer’s bullet that killed her) and that was that. Less than 5 minutes before all of this we were talking about her first-year wedding anniversary and the gifts she was going to get her husband. It’s been six years I still have nightmares about it. Only good thing about this is that I found the job I love which led me to the woman I love.”


12. He jumped up crying and ran off like a shot

“Walking home from school aged 12. Some of the rougher lads in my year were forever roughing up this one lad, pure bullying like. On that day, they chased after him. I was a pretty geeky introvert and walking with my equally geeky friend so we’re just walking hoping the rougher tougher lads didn’t take exception to us.

They chased him about a hundred yards ahead and sort of had him on the ground. Giving him a bad time like kicking and hitting. Not majorly beating his ass but must have been horrible for him. They got bored and let him go.

He jumped up crying and ran off like a shot. Thinking it was done the rough lads swaggered off, when all of a sudden the lad they had beaten up came running down the road and launched a house brick at the group of them. It hit this one last straight in the head, and he dropped like a sack of potatoes.

The lad who threw the brick ran off and everyone went into absolute panic trying to wake the unconscious lad up. Being 12 no fucker knew what to do…some staff from a nearby care home came out and tried CPR, but he was dead.”


13. I couldn't get the image of the bloody cigarette and taste out of my mind for a couple of days

“I was standing in a gated smoking area at the back of a bar one Saturday night. I was smoking and talking to a friend and random people when out of the corner of my eye I could see two guys walking up from a parking lot outside of the gated area. I didn’t think too much about it because I was tipsy and no fights or aggressive behavior was occurring that night. When the two guys got to the gate, which was waist height, they climbed over and just stood there. At that time, I thought they were sneaking in to avoid the cover, then calmly one of them walked up to some guy in the crowd and shot him in the back of the head behind the ear. The only thing I could compare it to was a streaming blood fountain from the nose, mouth, and bullet exit (maybe). They guy didn’t drop like the movies, it seemed like an eternity but was problem only a few seconds, he stood there with 80’s style special FX blood spraying the smoking area. EVERYONE ran, except for me. I was in complete shock and stood there eyes wide. I remembered going to put the cigarette in my mouth when I tasted something funny. I looked down and blood splatters were on my arm, shirt, and cigarette.

I scrubbed myself that night like you see in the movies where someone feels they can’t get clean. I couldn’t get the image of the bloody cigarette and taste out my mind for a couple days.”



No one wants to die in a brutal way. Heck, if I had the choice, I would want to just die of old age gracefully in my sleep! Others are not so lucky, though. There are a substantial amount of people (including children) that go missing on a daily basis. Take these creepy and disturbing missing person cases ever! They will have you stumped.