ITT: Stuff that traumatized you as a child part duex

ITT: Stuff that traumatized you as a child part duex

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Saw a couple bikers kick the shit outta the pedo who grabbed me

Will greentext if wanted

Do it fag

Deux*

Saw part of a movie when I was a little kid that showed a guy in a wheelchair being dropped down a giant industrial smokestack from a helicopter. I thought it was sad that a disabled person was treated like that.

Years later I found out it was James Bond For Your Eyes Only and when I saw it I laughed because it's funny.

Its not as a child but its what is the most prominant right now

>date girl
>break up
>dont speak for a few years
>the guy she is with gets her addicted to heroin
>they break up
>i get out of a shitty relationship as well
>"hey, how have things been"
>fast forward
>know she still does heroin
>dont really care tbh, just dont do it at my apt
>we go out to the movies
>she snorts the shit in the car
>get through previews and about 2 minutes into the movie
>she starts twitching and making all kinds of noise
>bitch od's in the theatre
>carry her lifeless body up the ramp and lay her down and im [literally shaking]
>clear out the movie theatre
>someone calls amberlampse
>middle finger a guy who was being a cunt during the previews
>kekd at that
>narcan
>hospital
>"user, i didnt even know i was dying. if thats how i wouldve died, my last memory being, going out with you and sitting down to a movie is probably the best way i could think to die"
>some other gushy shit
>she got off heroin
>no longer together
>still have the movie ticket and it makes me want to die

pls do

Fuck. i knew it looked weird. oh well

>6 year old me
>my cousins visited us once a year, I really liked them and wanted them to stay more
>See in a movie I can enter the trunk of a car to travel silently to their house
>Enter the trunk of my uncle's car while everybody is upstairs
>End up locked inside the trunk for 8 hours until they arrived in their home in another state to find me there, stuffed alongside their bags
>They discuss for an hour what to do with me before deciding to call my parents
>Grounded for a really long time
I know that sounds really fucking retarded but it still traumatized me

>at bufu party with neighbors and relatives
>some neighbor asks if me if I wanna see his pool.
>nah
>he then adds that we can play Gameboy in the pool
>turn around a bit suspect of him, asking how the game boys don't break
>"I have the new water proof Gameboy, you can keep it to"
>hope into his rape van with a big ass smile. 10 minutes later we arrive and it's at a warehouse with no pool.
>start to panic as this nigger attempts to take my pants off before we get inside
>start screaming for help
>suddenly 6 of the burly-est, unshaven bikers show up from around the block.
>see what's happening and just proceed to beat this guy with pipes and chains
>I'm pretty sure he's dead.
>they ask me what happened. I just keep crying
>they take me to their club house and I hang out there for 6 hours til they sober up off the meth and figure out they can just drop me at a police station.

I will provide the story of what I did in the clubhouse if you want. It's not traumatizin g so I didn't include it. It was a fun time tbh

There were a series of dreams I had when I was 5. I usually fell in a hole and heard loud noises of ,what I assumed, pigs. Not just cute "oink oink", I'm talking about "Man with pig head screaming 'rrreeeeaaaaaaaaaa' at the top of his fucking lungs while raping/eating a dead corpse". Every time someone mentioned a food from pigs, I get a Vietnam flashback of that pig noise and say "No, thanks". It must've been my little ADHD mind at the time, but dreams are fucking weird.

bikers are based. end of story.

I CRACKED MY HEAD OPEN ONCE I WAS COVERED IN MY OWN BLOOD HEAD TO TOE

definitely want to hear what happened after

I've been lurking the other thread for about 20 minutes and can only think of one thing. Did anyone ever see that movie The Good Son? Macaulay Culkin and Elijah Wood...where Culkin is a legit fucking sociopathic kid, kills a dog, kills his sister, etc etc..Movie freaked me out terribly, but whats worse is that my stepdad's nephew reminded me of Culkin's character. Loved to play with knives, liked to stab toads and frogs when he could catch them, shit like that. when I was 6 or 7 he shot a few, relatively blunt but fucking still, arrows at me as I ran across a field like Rickon chasing a ball. Luckily they lived far away and I only had to see that bastard a couple times a year. Once, when I was about 16, I saw him making a little noose and putting it on his dog. That was the first time I ever really threw a punch at someone. Got my licks in, he got his, uncle broke us apart. Told his mom what fight was about and she gave me the puppy. Had that dog until it died last year, 14 years later. To this day I won't watch that fucking movie. Especially now that i have kids of my own. But I do think it fostered a sick love with emotionally draining books/movies. Like, McCarthy's The Road or Pet Sematary.

Yeah, tell the rest of the story.

They were cool as hell. I had a great time fucking about in the clubhouse.

Hell I'll green text that story too
>fat Steve (biker who let me ride bitch on his bike) carries me inside and asks if I want anything to eat
>I stopped crying a bit and said yes please
>fat Steve calls over "shithead" to get "little man some grub"(remember these words vividly even though it's been 27 years)
>shithead disappears and comes back with a plate of wings and generic BBQ.
>immediately down the food to the delight of fatty and generic SLUT
>start choking and coughing as fatty tastes the wings and realized they were super spicy. Throws a bottle at shit head and he runs off
>told me to drink this
>gave me a fill beer which I downed.
>was super impressed and called the other bikers to watch me down another beer

Will continue in part 2

god am does that put a tear in my eye, truly beautiful

Don't mean to be a fag and split the story but I need to bump thread too

>bikers watch me down the second beer to tons of cheering and clapping
>old biker (told me his name was oddball) told me he would give me a dollar to do it one more time
>down the next beer (at this point I'm borderline Gunna puke on taste alone) and sudden oddball picks me up and shakes me hard
>points me at shithead and I spew
>fucking eruption in laughter. Hands me a fiver and tells fat Steve to get me "some fucking soda or whatever the fuck a kids drink"
>gave me a two liter of jolt cola

Will continue

its all good m8. at least youre not doing
>cont?
and waiting like 34 replies before posting anything

I'm with this guy, the cont cunts needs to go.

>so I'm eating and talking to Sarah who is "the club presidents old lady"
>color me fucking impressed.
>so you are the wife of a president?
>she laughs and says sorta
>"what do you do then?" I ask as I drink several more glasses of jolt cola
>well I mainly hold his meth and suck his cock when he's bores
>at this point a different girl chimes in and says "Sarah you can't fucking say that, he'll grow up to be a rapist or some shit"
>Sarah calls her a stupid cunt and looks at me and says "this little dude can't be a rapist cause all the girls would wanna fuck him"
>years later I got an uncontrolled lust for Katy Segal on sons of anarchy and I know why now

Will continue

>be watching round the twist
>spooky episode about scarecrow
>scarecrow jumps through circular window
>piss pants, turn off tv, cry for hours and have nightmares for weeks.
still scares me to this day

heres the episode btw
youtube.com/watch?v=n386Dheu7l0

Have you ever, ever felt like this. When strange things happen, when you're going around the twist.
Dang it's been like 18 years or something since I saw that and the lyrics just came up when mentioned it.

>Sarah basically make me up like a biker and shows me off to the club
>everyone is clapping and shit
>random guy tells fat Steve "let little man ride your bike, seeing as its made for a child anyway"
>Fat Steve proceeds to beat the shit outta that guy as oddball sits me on his bike with him
>Sarah calls it adorable and grabs a disposable camera
>proceeds to take several pictures of me and oddball on his bike, me in a cut and then later, shades and a cig
>oddball then has to "take care if some business" so he hands me to Jimmy
>Jimmy is just a mechanic it seems, judging by his coveralls.
>tells me I'm a cool little dude and he has something for me
>gave me a switchblade
>told me "this way you can stab the next guy who grabs me"
>Sarah pops in and takes my fucking blade away and kicks Jimmy in the stomach. Berates him for a few minutes before demanding he get the camera developed at the hour picture place
>takes me inside, where I meet Tom and susy

Will continue

Christ man how old were you?

neat. i hope glass eye user comes back.

do you know if it was some kind of birth defect or an accident?

Below 10, believe I was 7. I'm 34 now.

I got more stories but I gotta take a wicked shit. So keep the thread bumped I'll be back

bumping for moar

damn. i wish i biker gave me a switchblade. if it wouldnt have gotten taken from me, that thing would have been in my pocket every day of my life

Bumping for fat steve

My dad sliced my finger with a knife while flailing it wildly, it seriously hurt and I became scared of being near other people near knives for the rest of my life. I have my own combat tactical knife but, if someone else is holding a knife get me the fuck away from them, I don't trust them... if you can't trust your own parents, who can you trust, ya know?

not even yourself
or yourself's self

bikeranon, you done shitting yet?

I'm still not sure if this actually happened or not but the jist from what i remember is:

>Be young about 6ish i think
>Big family vacation in mexico
>Its the middle of the night & were heading back to are rented apartments after a day out
>We're walking down this winding road on a hill in a sort of forested area
>being a fat fuck I get tired
>Decide to sit down on a bench at the side of the road
>Family is still walking past not caring/noticing
>They get past a point where they can't see me
>The moment they pass i feel a hand grab my shoulder & try's to pull me back
>jump forward scared shit less (advantage of being sweaty & fat little shit)
>Turn around and can make out a guy's face
>He's coming out of the bushes as i can only see his face emerge
>He's talking in Spanish
>Haul ass tripping over myself to reach fam
>get their & like the dumb ass i am don't say shit

last part makes me sort of doubt it even happening

>be 14, favorite cousin is 17
>he has license, we're always driving around the lake at grandmas cottage looking for hidden fishing holes
>get pretty drunk at weekend bonfire at cottage
>drive around like usual, we've done it dozens of times so I'm pretty relaxed
>don't realize he's drunker than usual, waited till after the fireworks to head out so this night
>driving around south side of lake, past one abandon boat launch thats a good spot
>he tries to take the turn way too late
>skid off road into a field drainage ditch
>doabarrelroll.gif
>his door flew open while rolling
>left leg exits vehicle before coming to a complete stop
>roll onto drivers side, all but sever his leg

I lost consciousness as soon we hit the ground sideways. Woke up in a hospital 2 days later. He lost his leg and I lost a lot of motor function in my right arm/shoulder.

Obedece a la Morsa

>8 y.o watching this shit
>never forget

Biker Sup Forumsro where r u

dam...
but that tranny is pretty chill thoe f@m

Pennywise the clown

He's the reason I still feel wary around clowns.

I went through 20 minutes of a tooth pulling before they realized I could feel it all.

I woke up outside one night, standing up and staring at the sky.

I think I was abducted by aliens.

Biker baby saga continues
>Sarah introduced me to Tom and susy
>they were the "clubs kids"
>Tom was a little shit head
>susy was a nice young lady
>Sarah says we should play nice and she'll check on us in a bit
>Tom immediate begins to kick the shit outta me for wearing "his clothes"
>we start rolling around and hitting each other
>damn you Sarah for taking my switchblade
>suddenly I hear odd ball say "the fuck you doing to spew (he meant me) Tom?"
>clocks Tom in the back of the head and he runs off
>susy watch spew and make sure he has fun
>he walks off and susy asks if I wanna see something cool
>nod and follow her behind the bat
>she grabbed the zippy fluid and some matches
>walks over to the sleeping biker and pours it all over his leg
>strikes a match and we run behind a table
>watch as his ass gets up drunk and tries to put out his pants fire
>all he keeps saying is "Fucking susy you bitch"
>she keeps giggling and oddball comes back for more booze
>sees the fire and immediately tells susy to go outside
>I sit and watch as sleepy biker peels the denim off his skin

Will conclude

I think you're a sleep walker.

this shit messed me up so bad, didnt watch AS for year because of it.

I wouldn't say this traumatized me but my family held me down as my uncle grabbed massive metal twisers to pull out my 1st splinters from the bottom of my foot, while i was crying like a scared bitch flaying around like a retard.

a one-time sleep walker?

> aliens

Fake and gay

That fucking wolf from The Neverending Story.

Just because you only woke up one time during sleep walking, doesn't mean that you haven't done it more times.

I heard a scream at some point when I was a kid and I'm not sure if it was real, a bad nightmare or what. I can still hear it in my mid 20s when I space out

This gave me a bad chill too, saw it once when just starting to come down from an acid trip. Instant fucking soul draining dread. I felt like the eyes wept for my end that was coming soon.

See, i think it was because i was damn near raised on horror movies but that kind of shit never really got to me. Exept theres one scene in harry potter that creeped the fuck out of me. i cannot for the life of me remember which one though.

alright, someone i can level with.

I have an incredibly vivid memory (dream as the naysayers will say) of me being in bed at my grandmas. All of a sudden B R I G H T as fuck light. x amount of time later, im levitating like 3 inches away from the ceiling and start hovering back down to the foot of the bed. took like 6-7 seconds. crawl back into the blankets, cry. sleep.

kek

What's that?

Likely not fake and, duh yes the molester was obviously gay.

I don't know why but the first half of your post gave me some good keks. That dream is just hilarious to think about

and nobody has ever seen me do it??

you had a close encounter!

Woman's scream

I'm back with another story and conclusion

>so it's been 5 hours
>been drunk, in a fight, seen a fire, had a switchblade and tons of crazy cap
>fat Steve comes up and asks me "do you know where you live?"
>shake my head no as he and oddball try to figure out what to do.
>fat Steve says "why don't we just keep him"
>oddball says "well, we could."
>they sorta stand there for a minute and look at me before they have the right idea
>tell me that I need to tell everyone that after I ran from the pedo I wandered around for a long time and got lost and fell asleep. And that's all I remember
>They tell me that if I don't they can't be friends me with me anymore
>at this point I nearly cry cause I love these fucking animals
>they calm me down and give me a kids leather jacket with an outlaw patch on it
>told me "you can always come back and kick shit with us, spew"
>literally refused to let go of Sarah after and said I wanted to live here now
>oddball then proceeds to tell me if I can drink another beer I can stay
>fucking nope
>they call a cop and say I was wondering around and shit and that I need to get the fuck outta here cause this is an adult establishment
>he winks at me
> they take me away and for jokes give me a mugshot in my biker gear
>mom gets me and tons of other shit happens that is boring

Fucking bitch threw away my cut and we moved across the usa.

Dead beat dad never around much, off doing bath salts, in and out of prison. Attempted murder, aggrivated assult, dui, etc. One of the few memories of him i have growing up is when our cat scratched me and he proceeded to strangle the cat infront of me as i cried. Years later he crashed his truck while on drugs and got his leg cut off. Kekd a good while seeing him in a wheelchair

It happens at night while they sleep user.
Sure there is a small chance you were abducted, but there are more valid explanations out there.

>have 2 or 3 reoccuring/storydriven dreams
>literally getting goosebumbs as soon as i started to type this
>one is a dream where im in this house, always remember this house, always remember there are a set of stairs in a closet in "my room". every time i go up shit goes way wrong
>every time i go up the stairs theres screaming and everything turns a deep red.
>hooks grab into my wrists and keep pulling me
>the more times i have the dream the further i get up the stairs
>stop having the dreams once i get to the top of the stairs and see a dead body hanging on a noose

idk if theres interest, but im gonna post the other ones separately.

The legend of Spew

Bits of shit that don't fit story

>saw a girl sucking some bikers dick. Dude yelled for me to leave and the girl said he was just afraid I might whip out a bigger dick. She got beaten
>met a biker named lefty. Asked him why his name is lefty. Told me he got name cause he was "all right". Someone called him a fag.
>Shit head apologized for the wing incident and asked if I wanted to watch some porn. I declined
>I stood besides oddball as he sold a gun to some guy. The guy asked him if the kid should see this. Oddball asked him if he liked getting punched in the head.
>Tom threatened to kill me
>Sarah got the pictures back and kept telling me how good looking I was and how "I bet you can get your dick wet today if you tried"

To this day I hope there is lots of old pictures of me and some bikers hanging on a wall in a clubhouse somewhere

>stepbrother steals a beer from fridge while babysitting
>drinks a couple swallows of it, pretends to be drunk
>dryhumps me to what I can only assume to be completion, based on memory

You either made all of that up completely or are embellishing it way too much. Everyone in your story sounds like a caricature and there is no way a 7 year old downed three beers like that.

Can some kind user compile this into a screencap or something?

Too true. Too true. Happened to me.

What fucking gets me is that tons if horrid shit goes down daily that you'd be hard pressed to believe if you read about it. I tell a true story that isn't that farfetched and people don't believe me.

I mean fuck it, you don't have to believe me, but I'd believe my story over the fact that people literally gang raped a girl live on Facebook. And that's true

>16
>me, two other friends go to this girls house
>she's with her fat friend
>fast forward, everyone is drunk and high and my one friend is with the ugly girl
nice
>hot girl is chillin and its just me and my other friend
can't remember much but basically i was rubbing hand sanitizer on her arms and hand and we are having fun
>other friend comes up and starts doing it too and gives her a quick peck on the forehead.
>pissed because he just did that, confused because she didn't care.
>fast forward a bit to where i just woke up from a lil blackout nap type thing.
>i see my friend and the hot girl kissing and rubbing each other.
>i just sort of act like i'm still sleeping but have one eye open and just watch and sort of enjoy it.
got cucked i guess. i fell asleep so it was fair game for my friend to get with her. was my fault. anyway, the hot girl had a baby with some K2 addicted faggot a year or so later.

So fucking fake it hurts

> The stories and information posted here are artistic works of fiction and falsehood. Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.

...

>telling a story
>dosent embellished it

Sounds like you can't tell a good story. Let's look at his story for a minute

>7 years old
>nearly raped by pedophile
>bikers stop it
>suddenly kid has a few hero's

They are do no wrong types now

>kid drinks beer
>probably throws up after half of second beer
>small child with probable alcohol poisoning

Now he has brain problems. Won't affect memory I'm sure

And like he saidTruth is stranger than fiction. Look at the world today and ask yourself if a world where a man who sold steaks on TV is president, people riot over being white and talk of safe spaces, Muslims are blowing up concerts and all this other stuff, and you can't believe a 7 year old little shit befriended some bikers?

>Be me
>About 12 or 13
>Gone to the beach with mom, three younger brothers, two of mom's friends, and one of the friends' niece and nephew
>Water there is choppy as fuck
>As kids, we were like "that looks fun"
>Rural Canada, so there's no lifeguard
>Mom and her friend with the niece and nephew come in to watch us
>Youngest brother goes in because he's tired

I'm so, so glad for this, because he may not have survived what comes next.

>Suddenly, UNDERTOW!
>Suddenly what seems like hundreds of feet away from shore
>We can barely see the bottom, let alone touch it
>Mom's friend grabs hold of nephew, who's about 7
>Mom tells us to start swimming on our backs, into shore
>Bawling our eyes out, but we all manage to follow those orders

After this, I remember specifically the quietness under the waves, and the ragged sound of my breathing above them, as well as the sheer terror of the situation. I began having thoughts no 12-year-old should have to have:

>"What if my friends and family don't make it?"
>"What if I don't make it?"
>"Am I not going to make it?"
>"...I'm so tired..."
>"...I'm not going to make it..."
>"...I'm...going to die, aren't I?"

Just as I was about to give up hope, I touched sand with my toes.

>Start running to shore as fast as the water would allow
>Come back to shore quite a ways away from our blanket and towels
>Youngest brother and mom's other friend are there, confused by what's happening
>One brother and the niece are already there, with mom and the other close behind
>Sobbing our lungs out
>Worry about the friend with her nephew, but they luckily make it back in a few minutes

After that, we weren't so happy about being at the beach, but we stayed a little on the sand to dry off and calm down, and afterward, we all got popsicles, so it turned out better than expected. Still scared the shit outta me.

Eh well, that's you opinion. You can totally have that opinion and I can not give a Shit that you don't believe me

Do you also call fake whenever someone talks about having sex cause its impossible that people who have sex go on Sup Forums?

Nurse fingered and jacked me off when I was 12. To this day nothing feels better than a handjob with anal fingering even though it makes me feel creeped out. At least my girlfriends where good looking, that lady was fugly.

Watch out fam, nigga Gunna call your quads and story fake.

Checkd

it was a bumper that cartoon network used to use to scare off kids on Adult Swim. It is called the Dawn is your enemy.

I have tried so hard to find where the fuck this is from

God damn! Kek must have blessed me, that's my 4th quad ever, and I don't think I've posted more than 100 times.

Story's true tho. Told two GFs about it and neither believed it even though they said they did. So I come and tell it here once in a while, people won't believe me either, but at least IDGAF on here.

...

I believe you and checkd again. Dubs

>2nd dream is while my grandpa had cancer (at the time i wasnt aware. parents never told me even though i was 13 or something)
>living in my grandpas house in the dreams
>first dream is about some sort of impending doom about to come. Go into my basement
>dark as shit
>ominous as fuck
>huge fucking doorway with chains/bolts/locks/splintered and ancient looking as fuck
>see it
>nope the fuck out
>start climbing stairs and a scream that ill never forget comes from behind the door
>/dream
>almost a year later to the day have same dream, know he has cancer
>this time grandpa stops me before i go down the stairs
>listen you little fagget. youre playing with shit you dont understand
>go down anyway when he wasnt around
>door is open
>hideous beast feasting on a goat and multiple dead goat bodies in the corner of the room
>picks me up and pulls off one of my arms
>this shit genuinely hurt. ive never had a dream before where ive felt pain in it
>grandpa comes down bc its howling and im screaming
>blows a fucking hole through the things skull
>/dream
>again, almost a year later to the day
>grandpa has died irl at this point
>same dream
>basement
>door is still open. decide to venture inside
>tight as fuck corridor
>barbed wire/splintered wood everywhere
>keep going back
>hear crying
>keep going back
>crying stops
>start to turn the fuck around and get about 20 ft from the door
>body is fucking paralyzed and vision is blurred beyond reason
>get drug back into the hole meanwhile all the barbed wire/wood is cutting the fuck out of me
>/dream

I used to have a lot of dreams that ended kind of like that. Where i would try to run or escape from something and my body would be completely unable to move. Anyone into dreams have any idea what it might mean?

Thanks, user. And Shadilay.

real or not, its still a good story. thanks for sharing

When I was a kid I used to have nightmares that seem like scenes straight out of a Lovecraft story, I got to a point where I didn't wanna go to sleep anymore

lmao jesus fucking christ suzy!

Oh shit. I must've been 11 or so when I first read Lovecraft. The Dunwich Horror. I could not sleep for 2 nights straight, and when I did I had nightmares about it. Those books should come with kiddy warnings, Jesus Christ.

>Oddball asked him if he liked getting punched in the head.
classic Oddball

>"I bet you can get your dick wet today if you tried"
jesus christ Sarah that's how this whole debacle began!

roll

Okay so... It might've been weak sauce but I have the recurring nightmare where I'm watching a claymation show on an old TV with my Grandma walking around being it with her shirt off and talking to herself.

Anyway it was this hellish show with Mark Twain and two little kids who traversed time and space until they ran into some extra dimensional being who changed shape and talked all scary and acted like he was the devil. The show might not have been that scary but the TV was shit-tier.

I think this might have actually happened as my grandma died of Alzheimer's.

Poor pathetic little weirdo. At least he has a fatty balloon to love.

That mark Twain show was fucked up. YouTube it, I also believed it didn't exist

moar

moral of the story is don't run. Either fight or hide.

>be approximately 10 or 11 years old
>dad making dinner, rented me a movie he said he thought I'd like to watch
>Watership Down
>if you don't know, its an animated movie with rabbit characters, so he thought it'd be a good movie for me to watch
>nope.avi
>based on a book, and is actually extremely violent/gory, showing rabbits being torn apart by dogs/other rabbits
>smell of broccoli cooking fills our small home
>good to bed freaked out by all the violence and gore I have just witnessed
>to this day if I smell broccoli I instantly think of that movie and how fucked it was

youtube.com/watch?v=aPBck3xcUJc

Well I told all I can remember fam.

Thanks for the interest though