2003 ARCHIVE

Disclaimer: 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.
In other words, please don't lie... or you'll probably be exposed in the end and won't you feel stupid then???


"My Niece's Brush With Morbidity" by Paulette

"This story really belongs to my niece, but it is worth telling. A few years ago, she dropped her husband off at his brother's home (trailer) on her way to work. When she arrived at work, she was greeted with an urgent message from her husband to return to his brother's home. When she arrived and entered, a sickly, heavy odor accosted her as she entered the front door. She moved through the hall, looking for her husband, and found him, along with his brother, in the master bedroom. Her husband was in shock, her brother-in-law, dead from a self inflicted gunshot to the head. His body lay on the bedside rug, face down, though at first glance, it appeared as though he lay with his face turned to the side. This was, however, not the case. The shot from the rifle had split his face in two--each half laying in such a manner to give the impression of his laying with his face turned to either side. He had lay in this condition, unfound, for three days before her husband had discovered his body. Blood and gore coated the bed and walls, and the sickly smell, was, of course, the odor of his decomposing body. After his funeral, family members came to "clean" the trailer and prepare it for resale. The death smell could not be eradicated, and to my niece's horror, she discovered that much of the gore--blood and flecks of brain matter--were left on the walls, and only painted over. Even in this condition, the trailer resold. Even today my niece shudders when she drives by....it has affected her deeply, and is something she will never forget--neither the sights and smells, nor the knowledge of what still lays hidden on those walls..."

"What Lies Beneath," indeed! Now I think I might take a closer look at the stray paint splattering my apartment...

Posted 09.21.03


"My Niece's Brush With Morbidity" by Paulette

"This story really belongs to my niece, but it is worth telling. A few years ago, she dropped her husband off at his brother's home (trailer) on her way to work. When she arrived at work, she was greeted with an urgent message from her husband to return to his brother's home. When she arrived and entered, a sickly, heavy odor accosted her as she entered the front door. She moved through the hall, looking for her husband, and found him, along with his brother, in the master bedroom. Her husband was in shock, her brother-in-law, dead from a self inflicted gunshot to the head. His body lay on the bedside rug, face down, though at first glance, it appeared as though he lay with his face turned to the side. This was, however, not the case. The shot from the rifle had split his face in two--each half laying in such a manner to give the impression of his laying with his face turned to either side. He had lay in this condition, unfound, for three days before her husband had discovered his body. Blood and gore coated the bed and walls, and the sickly smell, was, of course, the odor of his decomposing body. After his funeral, family members came to "clean" the trailer and prepare it for resale. The death smell could not be eradicated, and to my niece's horror, she discovered that much of the gore--blood and flecks of brain matter--were left on the walls, and only painted over. Even in this condition, the trailer resold. Even today my niece shudders when she drives by....it has affected her deeply, and is something she will never forget--neither the sights and smells, nor the knowledge of what still lays hidden on those walls..."

"What Lies Beneath," indeed! Now I think I might take a closer look at the stray paint splattering my apartment...

Posted 09.21.03


"My Dad's Brush With Morbidity" by RUCCA

"My dad grew up in Painsville, Ohio in the 50's so it was still very rural. When he was about 14 years old, he and some of his buddies were wandering through a huge overgrown field. From a distance, one of the guys seen something hanging from a large tree. As they got closer they seen that a bum had hung himself from a rope in the tree. Being there for a good while, his body had begun to decompose and had separated from the waist so the bottom half of his body was laying under him while the top half was still hanging on the rope!"

If only I had seen something like that as a child, I'd be twice the Comtesse I am today... Alas...

Posted 09.15.03


"My Brush With Morbidity" by Cori

"In 1986 I was 15 years old and my mother and aunt owned a car detailing company. After school I would walk to their shop and help out if I was needed. One day close to summer I walked up to the shop to find my Mother, Aunt, sister and two men I didn't know, all standing around a pickup truck in front of the shop. My mom asked me,"Are ya up to helping today?" I said yes, why? I knew something was up. She told me that a police friend of theirs had recommended them to clean a vehicle that they had gotten in the night before. The police could find no other company in the area to do the job. A man had gone to his estranged wife's church and found her leaving from services with their young son and her new boyfriend. He shot the boyfriend and fled. Thinking he had killed the guy he parked in front of a house near his wife's home and was later approached by an officer who had recieved a call for a suspicious vehicle. As the officer approached the truck the man shot himself in the head with a shotgun. We had the unpleasant task of cleaning up. When they opened the door it became apparent that the police only removed the body and nothing else. Even the murder weapon itself was absent-mindedly left in the truck along with two other shotguns behind the seat. During the cleaning process we found the deceased man's ballcap in the floorboard with skull plate still in it along with hair and skin. We found his EAR in the sun visor! We had to remove the bench seat to spray out the interior with a hose. When we were finished and had replaced the carpeting, headliner, upholstery and door panels you never would have known it had been the scene of such a morbid act (except for the smell). That's something that not even time can take away. Oddly enough I didn't get grossed out by any of this and even showed off my blood spattered shoes the next day at school."

Bravo, Cori! You make me proud. :-)

Posted 08.07.03


"My Brush With Morbidity" by Chris

"I was walking home one night, and I heard a man screaming in the woods. So I went to see what I could find. I got into the middle of the woods where I finally heard some growling. I got closer and saw a werewolf fighting with a vampire who was being killed by a biker. I tell ya, that was a shock to see, and I nearly shit my pants. But what really got me is that a naked woman was dancing as they fought, and she was singing "Cocky" by Kid Rock. I was amazed to see this all. I thought maybe it was the LSD I was using. But sure enough, the werewolf saw me and started running towards me. Thank God I happened to have a gun with silver bullets in it. I shot him dead and the vampire was fighting the biker now. So I came up behind the vampire, and I happened to have a stake on me which I drove through the vampire's heart. Now the biker was having sex with the woman who happen to be a minor. I left after that. I forgot to get milk and I did finally get some. Boy what a night that was."

Cheeky Bastard!

Posted 08.04.03


"My Brush With Morbidity" by Rachel S.

"It was the night before my 4th birthday. My mother, brother, and I were staying with my grandparents while my mother and father were divorcing. Since I was not used to being at my grandparents' house, and was a baby, I couldn't sleep alone. My mother was working a 3rd shift job for the first time so I went to bed with my grandmother. As she was tucking me in, she said, 'Happy birthday, Rachel, just in case I'm not around tomorrow.' Of course I thought she was just kidding. My grandmother has a heart condition. I am not sure what exactly, but she had to take a pill for it every 6 hours or she would die. That day, she decided not to take the pills. That day, she wrote out a letter explaining to my grandfather how she didn't want her life to depend on a pill and she would never take another pill, even if it killed her. That night, I rolled over next to my grandmother and she was ice cold. I scooted closer to her to try and warm her up. Of course that didn't work, but I slowly drifted off to sleep. The next morning, around 3:00 am, mother arrived and came into my grandmother's room and lifted me out of bed. She told me I was ice cold and that if I didn't feel better in the morning, I would have to go to the doctor. She went to kiss my grandmother goodnight, or maybe I should say good-bye and she was dead. Her heart just stopped while I was in the bed with her. I remember every last detail of the last hour before we went to bed, every thing that went through my mind that night when she was so cold, and every thing that morning. I can see it if I think hard enough."

Posted 07.26.03


"My Brush(es) With Morbidity" by Greg

"I have been a police officer in Maumee, Ohio (http://www.maumee.org/residential/police.htm) for about 4 years. There are 3 cases I've worked on that just really seemed to grab me. The first was a trucker had been struck by a drunk driver. This was my first fatal I had to handle. He was off the side of the road after his truck was worked on. He was just squaring up the bill with the workman who had just fueled up his disabled truck when as the workman stated 'The cab filled up with light, the guy looked over his shoulder and said "Oh, Shit!"'. The victim who was about 27 years old was struck with such force the car ripped the lug nuts off of the workman's truck. He was dragged over 150 feet. I responded with a Sgt to the scene. What was weird was as I rode up code 3 I see this medic walking back to his ambulance with a leg that was severed from the thigh down and all I though was 'This can't be promising'. The guy was still alive when I got there but I was hoping he could't feel anything. His other leg was just a flap of skin. I helped load him up and reached over and nonchalantly put the shredded leg on the cart. They man died just a few minutes later after getting to the hospital. We caught the guy that did it and he is serving 8 years in Ohio. (search here : http://www.drc.state.oh.us/search2.htm for KARL EICKMANN)

"The next one was a 14 year old who stole a car in Toledo. I was on the force about 2 years and was going home at 11 pm after my shift. As I was about to cross the bridge, this car comes racing by and this young kid is in the driver's seat and I swear to God he was smiling and laughing! An then two TPD crews come following. He ends up striking a van and then hits a pole snapping his neck like a twig. I head back to help at the scene. And ask the Sgt. "Can I go look?" He gives me a strange look and goes "Go ahead" So I look in and see this little kid. It looks like he's sleeping except his neck is all wrong and he had cerebral fluid coming out his ears.

"The last one just happened. This 28 yr old who was having marrage, work and personal problem got in trouble at work. She bought 2 knives and some rope. She goes missing and they found a suicide note in her locker at work and one on the shore that says 'The funny thing is I really don't want to die'. They then find some bloody rope, the knives and 3 pill bottles. She was on all kinds of anti-depressants (didn't work too well, huh). They have 4 officers, 4 detectives, 4 background investigators, the brass, Maumee Fire and Rescue with boats, Perryburg PD (who we share the river with) and Toledo's AIR One helecopter all looking for her. No luck. The next day they have a remains dog (cadaver dog) that had did time at the Twin Towers in NYC out looking and no luck. So then finally a Maumee Detective goes and sits on the bridge with some binos and finds her! What happened was the tide kept covering her up and it was just shallow enough to keep the boats out of that area. So the coroner get there and his guys and we examine her. We guessed she took about 70 pills before getting started. She then cuts both wrists, ties a rope around herslef and a rock and walked out into the water and just lays down. She had a whole lot of skin slippage from being in the water but looked very peaceful. Just a weird day."

Hmmmm... A weird day for me is one where I don't get any phone calls. Sigh... my life is so dull...

Oh, incidentally, "Oh Shit!" is also the most commonly heard last words on black boxes as well. They do sum the situation up perfectly, with minimal syllables, for when you're feeling high on stress but low on time. (I should be an advertising exec, I know...)

Posted 06.23.03

"My Brush With Morbidity" by Gypsy

"It was a very strange night to begin with...

"My fiancé who was currently residing at Folsom Prison was hospitalized after a particularly brutal racial stabbing earlier in the week that took out most of one lung. On my way to the hospital in Sacramento, we found ourselves about 4 car lengths behind a drunk driver. He was all over the road. We dropped back a few more car lengths, and watched the drunk spin out of control and hit a car coming the opposite direction. We stopped and I first went to the car that was hit by the drunk, while my friend ran to the other car. There were three what appeared to be teenagers in the car... there was no-one left alive to help. I managed to wrench the backseat car door open, and a head rolled across the seat at me. When I looked through the broken windshield, there was absolutely no way the people were alive. The male driver had come through the windshield and was sliced to the bone through the skull with a gaping neck wound. The girl in the front seat appeared to have her neck broken. She didn't move and her eyes were staring blindly into nothing. Her head was almost completely turned around to the back seat. It was a pretty evil crash, all in all.

"I next went to the drunk driver who was thrown through his windshield to the side of the road where his car had spun to after the accident. The drunk was the only one alive out of the 4 casualties of the accident. He was laying on his stomach and moaning. I tried to talk to him, but he was struggling to get up. He was pretty broken up. The drunk got to his knees but started screaming like a banshee in pain. The only thing I knew to do was to fall back on my days as a lifesaver at Redondo Beach. I crouched down and threw one arm under his chest and kept him in a cross carry position so that he wouldn't do any more damage in case of spinal injury. It was 20 minutes before the ambulance arrived to take him off my hands. I was covered from head to foot in blood from the 3 people that I had checked, and from this drunk. They then placed him on a back board, and the ambulance people said that it looked like his back was broken. I never knew what became of the drunk or the whole mess that night. I know that it took me a long time to get the blood off of me and my clothing. And that was one of a few brushes with Morbidity. But then, I lived in California at the time and that's morbid enough for anybody."

Hmmmm... I have to raise my eyes at that last remark, since nothing of morbid happenstance has occurred in MY Californian life. Guess I'm just not blessed... - DeSpair

Posted 06.13.03


"My Father's Brush With Morbidity" by sydney

"When my father came out of medical school, his first assignment was a coronor's assistant [someone who goes around gathering dead bodies - delishishly morbid on its own] and he was working for the "famous" Michael Baden. [I believe that is spelled wrong but he is the man who is on the ever interesting HBO show Autopsy] anyways, so the first day my father and his partner picked up a guy, no problem. The next time he was working, they had gotten a call to come to this apartment building to pick up someone. The police were already there and just summed up for my father was had happened. An older woman who had lived in the apartment building hadn't been heard from in a while and when a funny smell had started to seep from her room, they knew she had died. One police man was about to open the door when he asked my father is he was ready. My father, still in his early 20's, thinking he was a hot shot said to go ahead. When they opened the door, my father said the smell was so overpowering, he thought he was going to pass out and what he saw he will never forget. The woman had passed away on her bed, but she had been there for days and her now decomposing body was *covered* in cockroaches, rats, and flies. Now my father and his partner had to move the body and when he finally got to it and touched it, the skin sloughed off in a semi-liquified state. My father lost his lunch and said there was no way he could keep on doing this, so he quit. From that point on, he's had a very bad fear of being eaten alive along with dying alone."

That's how you weed out the morbid from the not-really-altogether-morbid. - DeSpair

Posted 04.19.03


"My Brush With Morbidity" by DJ Skola

"Eleven years ago, I was in first grade in public school in Pennsylvania. While eating lunch, I stared out the window, and saw on the reflections of the house next to the school, a small plane with a helicopter under it. The helicopter seemed to rise straight into the airplane. The next thing I knew, this entire thing was falling out of the sky. I was rooted to the spot. The only reason I even left was because some of the teachers rushed in to evacuate us. Rather that following the crowd, though, I was stupid enough to run the other way, into the smoke, and out the other exit. I think I had a thought of running home to tell my parents that something was wrong. Regardless, I stepped outside and saw something moving in the fire, making a lot of noise. Only years later did I realize that I was seeing one of my friends burn to death. To this day, I can still walk back there and point out the exact spot where she died."

Dave adds the following information:
"I was browsing the 'Brush With Morbidity' and read this piece. I was curious so I did a search and found that Theresa Heinz's first husband was killed in Pennsylvainia in 1991 when a helicopter collided with the plane he was a passenger in.
hmmm."

Posted 01.18.03


"My Brush With Morbidity" by M.H.

"I was working in one of the offices on the lower floors of the county jail when I received a telephone call. The officer calling just said that we might have a suicide. When I reached the cellblock with the "suicide", there was a body hanging in the shower. The shower was still running.

"It was hard to tell who the inmate was because his head was swollen, distorting his features. The blood had already begun to settle in his legs. We didn't cut him down immediately, instead we identified him by comparing him to the pictures of the inmates that were assigned to this cellblock. Well, actually we identified him by comparing the tattoos of the inmates that were assigned to the cellblock.

"Finally an officer cut the piece of sheet by which that inmate was attached to the shower curtain rod. Unfortunately, the two officers on either side of the body weren't expecting how heavy it would be and they dropped him. His forehead hit the shower stall floor. It sounded pretty gross. One of the officers later told me that they now understood the term 'dead weight'."

Let's see... in my job, I once got a really bad paper cut. It bled a lot.
Hmmmm... doesn't quite compare, does it?

Posted 01.01.03



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