Tag: Death

Facing my Mortality in Stygian Darkness

During the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of high school, I had the opportunity to participate in a really incredible summer programme. It was about a month long and would give us art, PE, and science credit in return for jaunting all over the American West to camp, bike, hike, spelunk, white-water raft, conduct field experiments in geology and biology, draw wildlife, make pottery out of raw clay we gathered ourselves — you get the picture. It was a blast, and I remember most of it with great fondness.

There were a couple of experiences, though, that still give me a chill when I think about them — and this one is the worst.

It was one bright morning in June when me and my group (three teachers and about 20 students) turned up at the lip of the short vertical well that marked the entrance to the Nutty Putty cave. Nutty Putty cave was discovered in the 1960’s, and is located just west and north of central Utah. It is a hydrothermal feature located in a very fossiliferous area (home to cherty limestone, dolomite, Deseret limestone, and all sorts of other exciting things). Despite this, the formations in the cave are not the calcite stalactites and stalagmites some people expect — instead it’s just sort of muddy and damp and brown, and the natural formations of Silicon Dioxide go mostly unnoticed by any but the real geology enthusiasts.

Getting into the cave itself was already a test of my nerves — first you had to clamber down the short vertical drop, and then crawl through what looks almost like a rabbit hole at the bottom. It quickly became clear that it was a little wider than it seems, but there was no way to move forward besides sliding in on your stomach across the rocky detritus of the cave floor for about 6-10 feet. Once you managed that, the cave opened up into something much more spacious.

Now — I have never been super excited about tight, enclosed spaces, but I don’t think that my discomfort at that time was any more than a lot of people have. As it was, I had to really give myself a pep-talk to get past that first crawl, but I managed to persuade myself to do it.  There are a few different routes which could be taken once inside, but my group pretty much all wanted to head down to the bottom reaches and the “Birth Canal” feature. This was a tight, absurdly small corkscrew tunnel of rock, and I still have no idea why they wanted to shove themselves through it like human toothpaste in a tube. I had no intentions of doing so, and there were a couple others who agreed with me.

The crowd who wanted to have their skeletons compressed stopped at the Birth Canal, and the handful remaining continued on towards the feature at the lowest reach of that arm of the cave. This was another loop of rock, but much wider and oriented vertically. You’d drop or climb down one side, move through the bottom “curve” of the loop, and then clamber up the other side. I was last in our line of intrepid spelunkers, and so I was the last into the loop. It wasn’t an impressively large feature, and the drop down into it was innocuous enough. The problem came, however, when I tried to get back up the other side.

I am not a tall dude. In fact, I’m really short — five feet tall, and despite being a pretty physically fit 14-year-old, arm strength wasn’t my strong suit.  I could brace myself with my feet on the rock and reach the handholds I would need to pull myself up, but I couldn’t get any leverage to push or jump with my legs thanks to a combination of the distance I had to span, and the angle.  The only option was to pull myself up by my arms, and it became dreadfully apparent to me right away that I wasn’t able to do this. If I had been fully rested and not suddenly suffused with joint-melting levels of mortal terror, I might have been able to manage it with a little luck, but I was already fatigued from the hour or so that we’d already been descending into the cave.  

For the first time in my young life, I became truly aware of my own mortality. As the moments passed and I literally could not pull myself up, I suddenly understood how people can just end up dead — and dead in the worst possible ways. I had never before really been in a situation where I had no way out, and I was utterly dependent upon the ability of another person to fish me out of the jaws of a really miserable death. I know this sounds dramatic and hyperbolic, but stay with me — I promise you it is not.

“Alex!” I said, my voice coming out as a dusty, terrified squeak. “Alex, I can’t get up!”

Luckily, my friend who had been next to last in line was still within earshot. He was about a foot taller than I was, and probably about 30% scrawnier. He came back to the edge of the drop and reached down for me — and luckily we managed between the two of us to scramble me up and out of the loop. I was pretty spooked, but I had to stick with my class, so we were in the cave for at least another hour or so. When we finally ascended the main gallery and emerged into the blazing desert sun — I tell you, I have never been more grateful to see the sky in my entire life.


Paramedic Horror Story

I was around 23 when i was working with the Chicago Fire Department, i was lead paramedic and the driver of the ambulance, we got called out to a call i will never forget.

it was around 6 am when we got this call, the dispatch said, “Adult Male Down For Unknown Causes” I immediately jumped in the Ambulance and sped out of the fire house, put the lights and sirens on and went full speed down the road, we managed to get there on time before we saw the man with a needle through his ribs, we asked how this happened, No reply, we asked multiple times before patching it up and carefully loading him up onto the stretcher, we looked over and saw an old lady staring plain at us while we do our job, i should “Can i help you?” No reply, then we set off to the hospital, but while doing so we saw a car following us, it was the old lady in a bright red buick, with the number plate LQODL213, i will never forget that number plate due to the fact of what happens next, We pull up at the bay to un load and do the paperwork when the old women pulls up right behind us barely near the doors, we hop out to unload the pacient and we had to put it on the hood of her car it was that close, she asked us “why did you do that” and we stated that she was parked behind and ambulance when it says on the back “stay 200 feet away” She says that my ex husband and i used to be a nurse, i said to her that she is no longer a nurse and that she had to move her car, she refused, We called the cops and they came in under 3 minutes but by the time they got here, she was gone, from this day on ward i still wonder, will i ever see this women again?


Séance Gone Wrong

Believe this or not, that’s entirely up to you. This story is real, although I wish with everything I have that it wasn’t. This is about when two friends of mine were stupid with a séance and what happened to all of us. This was very hard for me to write and I hope you can use it for your channel.

The names of everyone have been changed, the person this story is about actually has an article online about him, I changed his name just in the essence of protecting his family. Also my co workers as well.


The Daughter of Death

It was another boring and painful day at the hospital. As always, they brought me some food, which wasn’t very tasty, they checked if I was still alive and said some nice words, so I could feel a little bit better about this horrible situation.

I was suffering from lung cancer.


Helpful Childhood Spirits

I don’t really know where to begin but as a child, my mother always told my brother and I, that the worst thing we could possibly do, was to lie.

This would end up becoming a problem for me. Because I would often not be able to sleep until 4 o’clock in the morning. My parents often got angry with me, because I would be tired in the morning. I would often find myself crying for no apparent reason. Never for myself though. I never found that really necessary.