Sketchiest moments

[fredgallSOTY]

i was walking to my homies house after school and then he got shot right next to me and died. i dont remember much of it because i blocked most of those memories out but thats what happened!

i miss you kid

[Urtripping]

Not super sketchy, I've lived a very tame/safe life, b this sticks out to me. At the peak of my binge drinking in college, I went to a party with my roommate in a part of town I had never been to. After getting fucking wasted on whatever concoction they had brewed in one of those big Gatorade barrels, I decided I wanted to go home and just left without telling anyone or grabbing my winter coat. This was in Michigan in the dead of winter, so I'm blacked out trudging through snow for God knows how long before I kinda come to and realize I am way the fuck off course and freezing cold.

I remember running around trying to find street signs or anything that looked familiar, still drunk off my ass, until I came across the train tracks that I recognized, and as soon as I get up to them the lights flash on and a long fucker starts rolling by, blaring its horn.

I remember standing and staring at that train and having a real moment of clarity as I watched the cars go by. Eventually I found my way back to my apartment and realized I didn't have my keys... I plopped my ass down in the snow and rapped on the window a few times, not knowing if my friend was back at my place or not. Luckily he was, heard me and let me in. Walking back to the house the next morning to retrieve my jacket and keys was the biggest walk of shame in my entire life.

[xandeo]

Went to Paris to spend a couple of days with a Parisian friend of mine. He introduced me to his friend that was nice.

At some point my buddy had to spend a couple of hours at work and me and the new guy decided to go skate. My buddy said: this guy skates all the cool spots, enjoy!

So, we adventure a bit outside of the usual Parisian spots and at some point we move from one curb spot to another spot and I start noticing that the surroundings get slightly more grimy and dodgy... it's a normal weekday and early afternoon, so I was not getting too nervous yet. At some point we see a bunch of 13-16 year ghetto kids playing basketball on a court, we walk by and they start screaming some stuff, we just ignore them of course until they start throwing glass bottles and stones at us. The basketball court was elevated above the street, so they had the upper stand. My friend then asked me: do you carry anything valuable? I said "my video camera is in the backpack", to which he responds "bad choice". The kids then come out of the fenced bb court and we start running. We ran away fine, but felt a bit odd.

[lemonchicken91]

One time I was driving on the beach and someone had buried a log

Nailed it but all was good besides everyone hitting their heads on the roof

Afterwards Got on highway on a bridge over water and my tire burst going 75-80. Was riding on rim and steering w all my might not to hit the wall or go off the right side onto the rocks in the water.

Another time I saw a fight on the beach and was standing in bed of friends truck getting a good view. These two dudes were fighting and one went into the surf, other guy then walked out and was beating his ass in the water before they moved on the sand. Guy who was losing started scrambling to his car where his friend or brother pulled out a shotgun and pointed it at the aggressor (and about 20 people in the crowd) saw directly down the barrel . I wasn't that close but close enough to not feel comfortable.


Besides that various car wrecks and bad drunk driving stories. Nothing bombing or shooting related

[lemonchicken91]

Was surfing and a guy on the pier hooked me with a treble hook in my thigh about an inch from my nuts. He was pulling thinking he caught a fish. Everyone was yelling and I couldn't pull it out because the tension and it might rehook my juevos. It was big surf too so I was floating around getting thrashed

Older guy came and bit the line

[el chino]

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Having to run through alleyways while a cop would grab you and throw you out the other side immediately after the Boston Marathon bombing was pretty sketchy. Tried to cut through a greenway getting home and had a tactical team grab my buddies and I because they were doing a sweep for more explosives

[close]

this isn't necessarily the sketchiest moment in my life but in relation to what you wrote,

that was a wild thing, man. Right, so I was at Mass General after taking my then sorta girlfriend to see her dad who had had open-heart surgery the day prior. we were planning to go get from drinks from my sister who was working an event at the finish line. So, we're heading down the elevator at MGH and my sister calls me screaming "don't fucking come here. a bomb went off. you need to get the fuck away" and her phone shuts off. I'm like oh shit, so I take the girl I'm with and don't say anything other than "we've gotta get the fuck out of here now," grab her arm and start pulling her into the garage. I hadn't said anything to keep her calm as can be, no one at MGH knew what had happened yet, people were just going about their business at this point. in the immediate moments after the explosion, really, it was like no one knew what was happening unless they were there at the finish line. So homegirl is pissy but I know she's an exceptionally anxious person and telling her what was happening would have been worse than coming off as an aggressive jerk, so finally we get to the car and I say that we need to get through the tunnels and out of the city because a bomb went off. and you know, it was kind of wild because no one knew if this was a one off or if the city was under attack or what. I was trying to call my sister but cell service had absolutely been shut down in the city by that point. fortunately we were fast enough to not get stuck in any traffic because there was most definitely a drag net soon after. We were so freaked out that we drove straight to Providence and started drinking at the Trinity Brewhouse or whatever it's called. Eventually we got in touch with my sister and it turns out that she had showed up to the event (she was a liquor sales rep and was supposed to be on a restaurant patio at the finish line) 5 minutes late and was in the basement of the joint when the bomb went off. According to her schedule, she was supposed to be right smack dab where it went down. Adding a further level of lunacy to this, my current partner of 6 years, at the time of the bombing lived 3 houses away from where the kid who did it was hiding in the boat on Franklin Street in Watertown.

I really don't think about this event very often and when I do, I rationalize that it happens in places all over the world on a regular basis. In writing it out though, I'm seeing that it was really fucking intense.

THE WHO?  Kid didnt do shit, i knew the name of who was going to be blamed about 20 minutes before shit went down.





Anyway, not the sketchiest but a couple of weeks ago the whole crew kicked it at my pad after skating, about a dozen dudes and a bunch of female friends were hanging out and one of us left, made it to the corner and yelled for help cause there was a dude high as shit on meth and pills trying to rob him, so we all went and tried to beat the shit out of him, NO DICE. We were all kicking him, pubching the fuck out of him, one of my friends was smashing the dudes head with both feet and the motherfucker would not let go of the machete, he just kept flinging it around and got another friend near the wrist, bunch of cars went by and started yelling shit so we went back to my place(dude never k.od) about a minute later i see the dude walking towards my house and all the girls panicked and locked the fence, outside of the fence it was only me, stabbed homie and the homie who was going to take him to the hospital so i got into my car and drove to the drug dealers house for a bit of hood help, cause i aint got a gun. We drove back in a fucking rush and the dude was like 2 houses from mine, BEAR(Our hoods drug dealer) and i parked our cars right in front of my house, and bear pulled out his gun and started confronting the machete guy, cause he was fucking up his place of work by coming to our hood and trying to rob locals, and was about to go off on the motherfucker when we see a cop car flying towards us like 2 blocks away, so bear just looked at the mother fucker in the eyes, said " cops are right there so i gotta bounce, you want him green lit?" And of coure i said fuck yes, so he just stared at the machete guy and reassured him " its on, step in to this hood and youre fucking dead, ill spread the word" and drove off,  cops came and started making questions and shit, found my weed and and one of them got all idiot on me cause the other guy was all fu ked up, even tho i explained the whole situation while i was getting searched, and they took the machete guy, returned my belongings and said that if theres ever any alteecations of this kind, the protocol is to not use excesive force, tie the robber and then call the police.
Fucking mexico, yall gotta try it someday 😂

[TheBoognish]

Went to Paris to spend a couple of days with a Parisian friend of mine. He introduced me to his friend that was nice.

At some point my buddy had to spend a couple of hours at work and me and the new guy decided to go skate. My buddy said: this guy skates all the cool spots, enjoy!

So, we adventure a bit outside of the usual Parisian spots and at some point we move from one curb spot to another spot and I start noticing that the surroundings get slightly more grimy and dodgy... it's a normal weekday and early afternoon, so I was not getting too nervous yet. At some point we see a bunch of 13-16 year ghetto kids playing basketball on a court, we walk by and they start screaming some stuff, we just ignore them of course until they start throwing glass bottles and stones at us. The basketball court was elevated above the street, so they had the upper stand. My friend then asked me: do you carry anything valuable? I said "my video camera is in the backpack", to which he responds "bad choice". The kids then come out of the fenced bb court and we start running. We ran away fine, but felt a bit odd.

Man Paris has some sketchy-ass spots, those ghettos are no joke. Marseille is even worse.

[Hinna]

cant count or remember all the close calls. almost getting knocked out under a boat and being stuck. almost head on collisions where time feels weird for that split second. crackhead moms with a baby right there. being like 10 in my shitty area and chiling by our school spot during summer and seeing dudes steal mac computers through the windows lmao. someone across my friends house getting hauled off to jail for killing some other teenager with a golf club. other sketchy shit etc

[givecigstosurfgroms]

In the UK it takes a bit to get used to traffic.  So I started onto the crosswalk riding my bike when an SUV was flying around the corner.  It was super weird how i caved his door in - got thrown from my bike- landed on my feet, and I may have even been still holding my skateboard too.   I felt so happy to be alive and not even sore anywhere!

[pugmaster]

Perhaps one of the sketchiest moments that I can remember was in my teenage years where my friend's older brother was the first person who obtained a driver’s license. In addition to the driver's license, he had a Jeep. We lived in very close proximity to an Indian Reservation which had a lot of features which lent themselves towards off-roading. I was riding passenger and my friend who had the driver’s license also had his brother along for the excursion. We were really far out on the reservation when we ended up getting stuck. There was no way that we were able to get out and this was in the early 2000s where none of us had a cell phone. The younger brother and I decided to walk back into civilization and obtain help by calling my dad. On the way back, we saw two guys digging a hole of some kind in the middle of nowhere. I thought for sure that was the end of it for us. But, we were pretty far away and just made an effort not to make it seem like we were looking at them.  We also saw an Indian dude getting blown in his truck on the way back.

[Hinna]

crooked swine which is basic life shit. a laughing coroner once. my best friend from childhood who started skating together being an addict and stealing a grand+ worth of dvds from my parents house when dvds were a thing. some persian dude at a cafe casually asking me if he wanted to join his group of friends in date rape sprees because he liked the way i carried myself etc. shouldve taken a photo of his face but i was so grossed out and shocked i just got my shit and left. getting jumped 4 on 1 and not losing a dime. my groceries were done though i was still finding bits of old food at the scene when spring came around lmao

[JANUS]

I know things you never see. Ever seen a man pick a fight with an oncoming train?

[backone]

anyone got any more sketchy stories? I'm bored at work and enjoyed the thread. Didn't think I really had any but just remembered this

When I was about 9 or 10 me and my mum lived in a rented old house in a tiny village out in the sticks. It was freezing in the winter because it had ancient stone floors, shit windows etc. The owner of the house was an old dude with long grey hair who travelled to Czechia every winter to teach kids apparently. In the summer he lived in our attic...

As soon as we moved in we started hearing stories about our landlord, basically that he's got a reputation for being creepy around kids. I wish I remembered the rumours more clearly.. But I do remember him asking me if I wanted to go for a walk with him, I declined.

The stairs to the attic lead to a sort of trap door that was locked with a small padlock. When he was away in Czechia one time me and a friend broke into his room. In there we found a lot of black and white photos of young boys in their underwear n shit. Unclear whether these were taken by him or what. There was nothing graphic but it was enough to confirm some definite creepiness (bare in mind we are 9 year olds who've never even seen porn). We trashed his room somewhat, burnt the photos and just left it all strewn across the floor. When the dude came back from abroad he had my mum ask me if I'd been in his room but nothing else came of it. I was glad to leave that place

[TurboVirgin]

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there has to be more; please.

[Mean salto]

There was a dif nearly died thread that has sketchy stories too^
(Soz these are prob real long and not that sketchy)
Not super sketch but since it's a skate forum: I don't skate hills anymore because chances are I'll eat shit. Tall heavy guy on skinny board with loose trucks and soft wheels usually means death wobbles. First time when about 14 riding this long mellow hill with two friends on moped bikes (not like a Vespa more like a really lightweight moto you pedal to get started) so I'm going as fast as I can to keep up then you take a corner and it's a kinda short but pretty steep hill. I'd done it a million times but usually zig zag down to wash off speed but my friends boxed me in between them and I'm yelling like move and they're just like lol no, not realising they're going to absolutely fuck me. I get to the bottom of the hill, which goes into a cul-de-sac hit and have to jump off. I just start flipping over and my legs and arms get tangled up in my friends bikes and I'm just doing army rolls and getting dragged underneath their bikes. Get up I got chunks taken out of my arms and legs and all my fingernails are ripped off and you can see bone on all my knuckles.

About two years later skating home from my friend's house with another friend and it's like 40C we had been swimming so I'm just wearing Umbro shorts and shoes and have my shirt on my head like a bandana. There's all these narrow parts of street where it goes to one lane for about 8 feet that are rough bricks and I'm trying to Ollie them but keep coming up just short my friends kinda making fun of me like you haven't made a single one yet then I'm like I'm definatly making the big one and push as hard as I can and Ollie. I come up so short that for half a second I actually thought I made it. I landed just behind my front wheels so I roll for boardwidth then catch my back wheels and just go flying I land on my front arm and head and do like the breakdance headslide for like ten feet. My shirt is completely fucked and my hairs falling out then I look at my arm and it's just a pool off blood with black shit in it and it's literally smoking. My friends freaking out like oh you're fucked you better come to mine and I'm like nah it's probably ok but his is close so I go. He gets his dad who is a grumpy bastard but rides motorbikes and has seen people come off etc and this grown mad sees my arm and starts panicking. Like he's trying to rise it out and is like oh you're fucked this is really bad. So he takes me to the emergency room but just drops me off and bails. Everyone in there is like what the fuck did you get run over by a truck and rush me thru and only when they start rinsing it all out do I see from my pinky finger to my wrist is completely burnt off and my forearm has like an inch wide inch deep section missing from my elbow half way up my arm. Fast forward a bit and my dad gets there and they bring in a surgeon like we have to do a skin graft but then it's like there's nothing to fucking graft there's just a massive hole. So they just inject me with a trim of shit and fill it with powder stuff and I had to keep going to the doctors every other day for like two weeks to make sure it wasn't going gangrene or anything otherwise I'd have to get my arm amputated. I had to wrap my arm like a mummy for like six months or something too which in Aus summer fucking sucked.

[vicious cycle]

A sketchy day in my life:
Me and a group of friends decided to go to Munich for new year celebration.
We started the trip with a bong session and a lot of beer and cheap whiskey.
So, we all waiting for the train and out of boredom we decide to bomb the toilet with our firecracker. Shit flying everywhere and water comes out non stop so we basically flooded the train station.. police is coming and at the same time the train arrives so we made an escape and jumped on the train. We all thought we made it and in our young, stoned minds we felt like  heros or something.
So, why not do the same shit with the train toilets right ?
Yeah, after two big explosions in the train toilets the speaker goes on and the train guy says, " we will arrive Munich soon but because of some circumstances, the doors will be shut till the police arrives, I'm sorry for this and I hope for your understanding"
Oh yeah.. so in the meantime another trainguy comes around and asked us if we had seen anything.. sure he knew that we were the hooligans but he had no evidence. He asks me about my beer and my age, are you allowed to drink already. I say sure man, here's my passport. He fucking takes my passport and says, you can have it back after I give it to the police, they are already waiting for you..
I panic, my backpack is full of firecrackers, weed and a self-defence handgun which shoots blanks..
So I give it to a friend who is already an adult. The weed I flip out of the window. Damn man, weed was hard to come by in Germany back then..
So we arrive the train station in Munich. Only one door opens. The trainguy calls for the police.
Policeman in Munich are the worst in Germany..
They take me with them. Searching every fucking hole on my body but found nothing, no evidence on me. My friend with the backpack slips through so they find nothing. No cameras in the train or train station. I'm lucky and they have to let me go..
So by the time I loose my friend and yeah no mobile phones at this time. I search for almost an hour but then,
suddenly, I hear a scream and loud voices yelling stupid shit so I check and there you go, one of my friends tried to slide down the handrail on the stairs in the main hall of the station and bailed. He fall down maybe 8 stairs and landed on his face. His lips blew up and he was bleeding like shit..
Here comes the police again.. They call an ambulance and there he goes to the hospital. I stayed at the station looking for the other guys and after a few minutes I finally find them outside on a beer stand.
I tell them what happened.. so yeah we decide to move on.
It's already late, almost 12.
We go to a few bars, drinking Jaeger, smoking some more weed. Finally it's time. 3 2 1, hell breaks loose. Rockets fly over my head, explosions everywhere. People from the other side of the road shooting  rockets laying flat on the ground In our direction. I get hit by one on my back, it explodes. My jacket is burning so I jump on the ground to kill the fire. It works but my jacket is toast.. I'm so done , I need water, check my backpack, boom. The blank in my pistol goes of. I'm deaf.. my ears are ringing.
So I scream at my friends to just leave this place..
We hide in the subway, a super drunk idiot follows us, trows a firecracker into the subway. It fucking loud. A group of maybe 20 sketchy guys feel offended. They surround us, one has a knife. They say, YO give me yo Mooney.. I'm still dizzy but i start yelling "run" to all of my friends. We all run I different direction.
I arrive at a taxi stand but all my friends are gone.
I hide there for a while between some Trees. Smoke a cig.
After a while I take a Taxi back to the train station . In the taxi there is this nice, chilled mood. Classic opera music is playing and I feel like I'm in a safe haven.
Back at the station.
I'm looking for my friends.
All of a sudden, a Neonazi runs by, waving the third reich flag followed by some Turkish guys trying to beat his brains out..
I find a smoke area, a small room in the station you can smoke in. And tada.. all my friends are there, drinking wodka with this group of punkgirls they met after running away.
I settle down and fall asleep.
Finally the train arrives and I'm so fucking wasted, I just wanna go home.
Train starts buy 5 minutes later it stops again. Over the speaker someone says "sorry but on the tracks beside us, there's an incidence with a person" so we wait 30 minutes.
The train starts again, pretty slow. I look outside of the window. There is the cop again who searched my ass before. He is snow white. I say happy new year .
Than there is a different train on the other side. It's covered with stuff. I look closer and there lays a Torso. No head, no legs. The arms twisted arround the body. Totally fucked. Blood and guts everywhere.I throw up..
That's it.. one of my craziest days ever.