you ever had something decidedly unpleasant happen to you?
Have you passed a particularly horrendous accident?
Have you seen someone suffer a fate worse than death or a death worse than fate?
If you have a morbid tale to tell, then shout it out loud here and now!
Because it's no fun to keep these things to yourself...
your Brush With Morbidity to The Comtesse
If it's sufficiently captivating, I'll feature it on the MFDJ mailing list and it will reside here for the rest of its days!
I in no way vouch for the authenticity of any of these stories. If people's
lives are so dull that they want to lie about these things, I can't
really stop them... but feel free to call them on it.
Near-Drowning Experience" by Brooke
"Before he left he told us, for future reference, to always go into the ocean with some kind of board or other flotation device and never to let go of it, especially in an emergency, because it can easily be the difference between life and death. He also said there was a very strong undertow that day and the days before, and that it and the very strong waves were due to the storm they had received a few days prior, a consequence of Hurricane Cristobal. (Apparently, two people drowned on the East Coast, where my incident occured, as a result of riptides caused by this hurricane.) He told us the week before the ocean had been flat as glass (so I guess I picked a prime week to nearly drown).
Brush With Morbidity" by Jackie
"The first event happened right across the street. Workmen were unearthing a giant gasoline container from below the gas station on the corner. Someone, thought that the best way to cut the top off would be with a blow torch, thinking that if the tank was empty, it wouldn't be a problem. When the remaining fumes ignited, the explosion blew the end that was being cut off into a near perfect jagged metal flying saucer. The projectile flew through the air, making contact with a nearby pedestrian (even a friend of my family), decapitating him in front of his wife.
"The second event had a little less fanfare, but not something a 1 year old should see regardless. For years, there had been a bus stop directly across the busy street, in front of two churches. One afternoon, as I sat with my mother,watching the big yellow bus drop off the elementary school kids, one of the little girls on the bus came bounding across the street on her own, undoubtedly eager to get home. The moment she stepped out from in front of the bus she was hit and killed by a driver failing to yield to the bus.
"Growing up at this house, I have seen/heard a number of horrendous car accidents, (ie a Honda Accord pancaked by an ice cream truck), domestic disputes, gunfire, and car explosions (just don't buy a Honda Accord, trust me). but the absolute worst I just had to be too young to remember on my own. I just moved back for a couple of months, and I will keep my eyes peeled, and my head down."
Brush With Morbidity" by David
One spring morning I arrived early to feed the horse and wait for my friends and discovered a backhoe was parked next to road near the entrance to the cemetery. I quickly scanned the graves and found an open grave had been dug and prepped for a funeral. This sounds highly unlikely to anybody who understands liability and the dangers of leaving a six foot hole in the ground, but this was a rural, sparsely populated area, and the fellow from the septic company who owned the backhoe would return later in time for the funeral to wrap up. It had always been this way.
Shortly, my friends arrived and we all became entranced by the deep hole in the ground and pondered, in the ways children can anyway, our own mortalities. As we stood there my friends dog, Max, began sniffing too closely to the edge which gave away enough for him to fall to the bottom. Being young and constantly disciplined for our juvenile antics, we were keen to get Max out of the hole, and on our way home without anybody knowing. One of us ran home to get a step ladder. Meanwhile, Max was becoming increasingly irritated at being stuck in a hole in the ground and was trying to claw his way up the sides of the grave.
This is how the adjacent casket was knocked loose. Max, attempting to dig his way up the side of the grave collapsed the rotted side of the casket of "loving husband" who had been in the ground nearby hidden by only a couple inches of clay. He had been in the ground long enough to cause three young boys and a german shepherd-yellow lab mix sudden heart attacks. I remember seeing his grey suit, a waxy yellow head shaped object with no hair, a mud covered pillow, and one arm was wearing a silver wrist watch. The upper half of him drifted on it's back on a mess of filthy water and slurched into the dirt of the open hole. The bottom half of his body must have been caught on something as he only fell part way into the grave. At this point one of us grabbed the ankles of the youngest boy who grabbed Max by his collar and nearly strangled him pulling him out. Soon we were running thru the woods toward the brook gagging at the smell that had seemed to saturate everything.
We spent the next three days in a terror that we were going to get caught. Not that we had done anything wrong, exactly. But nothing ever came of it other than Austin's father wondering "what road kill Max had gotten into this time". The boy who had run for the ladder was convinced we were spooking him, but the stink on the dog was proof enough and prevented him from going back. I can only guess that the fellow with the backhoe had decided it was an accident on his part and had "taken care of it" somehow before the funeral. Nothing was ever mentioned in the local paper, sewing circles, or other rumor mills. The three of us who had seen the body only mentioned it to each other in hushed tones in the privacy of late night campfires or sleepovers. Mustering the courage to visit a few years later I noticed that the date of the grave was from the late 1960s, which was odd considering there was no concrete vault for the casket and that it smelled so foul 20 years later in the age of embalming.
that I'm a forensic expert, by any stretch...
Some kids have all the luck!
Brush With Morbidity" by Sleeper
I was very young I went to a school event where all the people who showed
up for the activities crammed into the school's cafeteria for some shitty
pizza. We were sitting at the cafeteria table, the typical humming of
a hundred or so people talking and eating filling the air.
Brush With Morbidity" by DL Phillips
My tale actually consists of 3 brushes with morbidity, only one in which I was directly involved. But all 3 involved people I knew and all occurred in the same building.
1: My parents bought a pre-civil war era building to house a gift shop
downstairs and our living quarters on the second floor. During renovation,
we had our contractor install a central heating and air-conditioning
unit. This required knocking out a section of an old interior wall.
When they did, some bones were found within the wall. I can honestly
tell you that they were the bones of a person, not an animal. The guy
in charge asked my mom what she wanted him to do, and I guess she was
thinking about the delay a police investigation would cause in getting
the store open, so she said, Get rid of it. Once we started
living upstairs, all kind of weird things happened you could
say the place was haunted. But since Im not writing ghost stories
here, onto the next Brush with Morbidity
3: The fire mostly damaged the interior of the second floor and the
building was repaired. Another exit was added to the upstairs, leading
to an external steel staircase. At this time, Leila (the youngest sister
of my best friend) was dating this guy (lets call him Dave) who
was trying to find out how his kid brother died. (Im not going
into that story!) Anyway, one day Leila was with Dave and he was asking
around, trying to locate this particular man for some mundane reason.
(It was so mundane, I cant remember what it was.) Well, it turns
out this guy Daves looking for happened to be involved in his
brothers death. So he got a call warning him that Dave was coming
to his place, which was you guessed it on the second floor
of the building my parents once owned. Leila later told us that she
and Dave went up the outside stairs and Dave knocked on the door. It
opened, Daves head exploded and the next thing Leila knew, she
was covered in blood and cowering in a side entryway of a church across
the street. She didnt come out until the police arrived. The man
had used a shotgun on Daves head at point blank range
he got away with murder. Seems he was related to someone high up in
the county sheriffs dept. Defending his home was the
They just "got rid of" human bones? Doesn't that seem kinda... wrong?
Brush With Morbidity" by Narkitten
time 2000: we seemed to have a flu bug that bounced from child to parent
to child in my house. I had a bout earlier in the month, but my two
boys and husband didn't get their turn until the week before Christmas.
I did home-delivered meals for senior shut-ins and each year tried to
take a helper "elf" around this time.
What an unbearable Christmas.
Brush With Morbidity" by Erika
fiance' and I, prior to moving back in with my beloved mother, lived
in a local apartment complex near wear I work in beautiful Poway, CA;
the so called 'City in the Country'. We had been living here for quite
some time when it came to my attention that our quiet patch of heaven
was not so quiet indeed. We lived in an upstairs apartment directly
above an elderly woman who was caring for her mentally ill son and allowing
her grandson to stay there as well. Occasionally I would run into the
grandson in our public laundryroom. He was always very quiet and never
said more than a word or so to me. He seemed well and 'normal' as some
might say, albeit a bit shy.
This story powerfully epitomises the unbearable anguish of the suicide survivor.
Brush With Morbidity" by Kim
family (Mom, me, two younger sisters and an older brother) often spent
weekends at my Aunt's house in Raiford, Florida. The roads in Raiford
and the tiny towns nearby are dark, narrow, winding, no streetlights,
deserted with an almost non-existent amount of traffic. When I was seven
years old late one pitch black night we were driving back from a high
school basketball game. As we rounded a bend we suddenly stopped as
we came upon a horrible and deadly car wreck. A white male in his early
20s was in the middle of the road screaming, begging, 'Please! Somebody
tell me what happened! What happened?' A huge unscathed dark car with
an older black couple was parked on the opposite side of the road pointed
in the right direction, faces contorted with shock and horror. Off the
road to the right of us sat a white Corvair in freshly churned dirt.
The front was crushed into the dashboard. The roof was partially caved
in and the only glass left was a small piece of the rear windshield.
That's where I noticed the contorted and mangled body. It was smashed
between what was left of the front seats and what little was left of
the back windshield. I watched it for what seemed like a long time.
It did not move. It was covered in so much blood that it was almost
hard to tell that it was a white male. I stood mesmerized and captivated
by its sight. I could not make myself look away. That is when I walked
over and lightly stroked its skin oblivious to the blood on it. It was
like it beckoned to me to come over to it, to touch it and stroke it;
like I was giving it the last bit of gentleness and comfort that it
would ever have. I wasn't scared at all. It was something that I had
to do. Like it wanted me to touch it and it felt so natural to do so."
Okay, I don't know about you guys, but I really don't think my Mom would have let me touch a mangled body when I was 7.
Brush With Morbidity" by Alex
love your site. I wander around the internet for hours looking for just
the most random, off-the-wall, useless, and morbid stories and information.
And, I would love it if you featured an article written about me and
my family on your site:
Doctors delivered a healthy baby by Caesarean section early today within hours of the mother's arrival at a Mississippi burn center for treatment of critical injuries. At the adjoining Firefighters Memorial Burn Center the mother, Sheryl Craft (24), was listed in critical but stable condition. Craft, her daughter, Alexandria (2), and the child's grandfather, Curtis Beasley, were taken to the burn center following a Tuesday afternoon house explosion in Petal, a South Mississippi community. A spokeswoman at the burn center said Mrs. Craft apparently suffered no additional medical problems as a result of the delivery and was receiving treatment for her burns. Authorities in Petal said four members of the family were burned in an explosion, which was triggered by a propane gas leak, but despite the force of the blast, which completely destroyed the family's home, no one was killed. Earl Ross Craft Jr. (4), was treated and released from the Forrest County General Hospital in Hattiesburg following the blast with only minor injuries. Craft's daughter, Alexandria, received the worst injuries and remains in critical condition. The father recalls that 'they have to give her medicine that paralyzes her to keep her from hurting herself.' Her prognosis is undetermined but grim.
"I'm Alexandria. I'm 25 now. I was burned over 90% of my body, 50 percent of which is 2nd and 3rd degree, which are the kind that leave lasting scar tissue. I have internal injuries of the throat and have chronic respiratory conditions similar to asthma as most of my throat is covered in scar tissue. I've had over 65 major surgeries (including more than 100 separate procedures) with more planned in the future. I also had to have a procedure which involved scraping the burned skin off of my body with a razor blade (which occurred twice a day for two months following the fire. That was a blast and a half, I can tell you. Yay for selective amnesia!)
told my mother that I had sustained injuries that had killed fully grown
firefighters, so they weren't entirely sure how I managed to survive.
They also said that I would never speak, that I would have brain damage,
that my right hand would have to be amputated, and that I could very
well be blind. I'm happy to say that none of that is true."
A truly amazing story of survival and perseverance, Alex! Thanks for sharing it with us.
Brush With Morbidity" by Ty
"Well, my brush wasn't death affiliated, but it was awesome! Me, my girlfriend, cousin, and ex-friend (good reasons) were down at a place called 'The Point' - a stretch of road leading to a recreational park thing. We sat down there in my girlfriend's car until we got bored and started to screw around. She started pulling out of the parking lot (pretending to leave us there). Well, we all jumped on the car and she started driving. She must have been doing about 20 when my ex-friend deciding to jump off halfway to the end of the stretch and lost his footing. His head hit the pavement and bounced. It sounded like a watermelon being dropped on the ground. We turned around and witnessed him having one hell of a seizure. Foaming at the mouth, eyes rolled back, convulsing and blood, lots of blood! The only words he could manage were 'Oh f*ck.... oh... fuck!' It pretty much rocked! We live in a small town in PA, so it was in the newspaper. Oh, and unfortunately he's ok."
Ty is a real philanthropist. Can't you tell?
Brush With Morbidity" by Corella
"When I was 14 I was friends with this dumbass girl who I'll call 'Jane'. Anyways, she was seeing this older guy who thought he was cool. In reality, he was just an asshole redneck. Well, I needed a ride home and they were going out so I took a ride with him. I was sitting in the backseat like any normal teenager or moron would do, and Jane was in the passenger seat. We live in a really rural area, and there are dirt and gravel roads everywhere. We happened to be on a particularly bad one to go visit one of Jane's friends. [Jane's boyfriend] decided he was going to show off, and starting speeding to about 80 miles an hour on a dirt road. We told him to stop, or slow down, but he didn't listen. I don't remember exactly what happened but I know he lost control and we went flying 80 miles an hour off a 10 foot embankment to a bunch of shardy rocks. I don't remember anything until we were walking down the street. I was missing a shoe, and my face was numb. I felt my face and it was full of blood, and I felt my left cheek and noticed there was something hanging: it was a giant flap of skin with glass stuck in it. That's when I knew I was screwed. I even felt my own cheekbone - it was the most disgusting yet unusual sensation I had ever felt. I felt this sharp pain going up my neck when I touched it but that wasn't the worst part. When they got me in the ambulance they could barely fit the strap on my head because of massive swelling. I had a really bad concussion and they thought I had fluid on the brain. It was also a redneck hospital to so they lifelited me to another hospital.
"The way the police described it was that I hit my head on the dashboard and then bounced to my face going through the windshield...
"My wonderful stupidity paid off, and I live in permanent pain."
Awful ordeal, but I must say I am incredibly happy that you like your scar. I like my scars too. I think we should all love our scars - after all, they remind us what we've been through to be here!
Brush With Morbidity" by Laura
"I had a brush with morbidity last week... I watched my grandfather die at the age of 82. It was a very surreal experience.
was originally diagnosed with cancer in his lungs (of the bowel cancer
variety), which eventually spread into his brain and spinal cord. He
fought it for four years, but rapidly deteriorated in the ten days before
What an intense experience. He was lucky to have you all there with him.
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