Childhood Horror Stories

[Mumbling Jumba]

We all have them, those things that happened when you were small that you look back on now and the hair stands up on the back of your neck. This is one of four and as I get time I will add the others.

My earliest memory comes from when I was 3 years old. My brother who was 5 years my elder got a set of Man from Uncle toy guns. One of them shot those sticky darts and the other shot this huge cap missile. He thought because he had a hard time pulling the trigger on the cap missile gun that I could not pull it at all. He handed the cap missile gun to me and walked across the room turned around and said draw. I did, and I was able to pull the trigger. The metal cap missile hit my brother on the bridge of the nose right between the eyes. My mother still has pictures of him with a round bruise on the bridge of his nose and two black eyes. We look back now and realize how close we came to putting out an eye.

What are your horror stories from childhood?

 

[agnes!]

MJ -

Are you sure you want to know? This is one...

I almost severed the main tendon in my big toe with a pick when I was about 8 (my brother & I had been digging out the little pond our horses drank from).

agnes!
PS - I know what Spaceship Earth is, but have always wondered....what is SpaceHip Earth ?

 

[PaulaSB12]

Both incidents took place before I was six, but cant remember what age I was (it was in the old house in Oadby and I moved from there when I was 7)

1 I knocked myself out by hopping downstairs in a pair of my dad's shoes, why I don't know must have seemed like a good idea!
2 For some unknown reason I jumped into a glass cold frame cutting both my legs in the procedure and again no idea why but was obviously a good idea at the time.

What my parents had to put up with!!!!!!!

 

[lalijack]

When I was around 13, I was sitting on the living room sofa, sipping water from an old-fashioned Coke glass. DB (4 years my junior) decided to whack me in the face, and the Coke glass shattered over the bridge of my nose. How either of my eyes did not get sliced open with shards of glass, I don't know. I still have a tiny red discoloration on the bridge of my nose as a souvenir.

And DB still wonders why I used to lock him in his room.......

 

[HSMndLKfan92]

I got dehydrated when I was 16 months old. I was hospitalized for four days. (I don't remember that.)

I sprained my ankle in Kindergarten, and limped for the rest of the day, until my father noticed. Off to the hospital we went.

I sprained my finger on the day after my birthday, while trying to catch a football. My finger still snaps when I bend it.

 

[kdibattista]

When I was about 5 I wanted to be a gymnast. I would put two tall wood dining room chair back to back arms width apart and would get myself up and proceed to swing back and forth (like the pommel horse). One day I fell flat on my chest and couldn't breathe. I freaked out and it took a good few minutes for me to be able to catch my breath... very scary.

 

[Mumbling Jumba]

OK, here is number two:

I was about 4 years old and playing on the bunk bed me and my brother used to share. I somehow fell out and landed on the floor. Unfortunately, I was playing with lead toy soldiers. One of the little swords went right through the cartilage in my ear. My mother told me I had to go to the hospital, but I was adamant about not going. She then sat down while I Held a cloth on my ear and showed me how she was going to cut butterfly stitches out of a band-aid and close up my ear. Being the chicken I am I closed my eyes until it was done.

Years later we are sitting around reminiscing and mom asks if I remember when she stitched up my ear. Imagine my horror, It turns out she took a needle and thread out of her sewing kit and stitched the ear closed.

I still have a large notch in the ear to this day.

 

[oxfordcircus]

My dad liked sharp shovels. He sharpened them with a grinder. Then he apparently left one accesible for 4-year-old-me to play with. My brother nearly lost his ear. He still has the scar.

When I was 2 I picked up a bowling ball and dropped on my brother's toe (same brother). Crushed his big toe and the nail just ain't right even to this day.

Brother paid me back by breaking my arm in a football game when I was six.

 

[apirateslifeforme]

Does being stalked by a stranger count? When I was around 10, my mother, grandparents, and I often went out for dinner on Friday nights. One night at one particular restaurant, I noticed this man sitting alone and he kept watching me. I had to walk by him for something and he gave me this big smile. Every once in a while, we'd go to that restaurant and he'd be there, and he'd stare at me every time. A few months later, I was at the mall with my mother and grandmother, and I noticed him there. Again, watching me. I got bored with whatever Mum and Gram were looking at, so I told my mother that I was going down to Record Town. Big mistake. The guy followed me. He positioned himself at the bins across from me and made it look like he was going through them, but he was again staring at me. I paid for my record...he followed me back to my mother and grandmother. That summer, I noticed a strange car parked outside our house almost daily. One day when I went outside to get the laundry off the line, he was standing outside the car. Same guy. A few days later, the phone rang. I answered it and the person asked, "Is this Elizabeth?" Of course I said yes. He said, "How old are you, Elizabeth?" I asked him if he wanted to speak to my grandfather (who was home that day, but he was still in bed). He said, "You're about ten, aren't you, Elizabeth?" I said, "Here, my grandfather wants to speak to you," and he hung up. I swear it was that guy.

I saw him every once in a while up until I was 13, but I haven't seen him since.

 

[lalijack]

OK, here is number two:

I was about 4 years old and playing on the bunk bed me and my brother used to share. I somehow fell out and landed on the floor. Unfortunately, I was playing with lead toy soldiers. One of the little swords went right through the cartilage in my ear. My mother told me I had to go to the hospital, but I was adamant about not going. She then sat down while I Held a cloth on my ear and showed me how she was going to cut butterfly stitches out of a band-aid and close up my ear. Being the chicken I am I closed my eyes until it was done.

Years later we are sitting around reminiscing and mom asks if I remember when she stitched up my ear. Imagine my horror, It turns out she took a needle and thread out of her sewing kit and stitched the ear closed.

I still have a large notch in the ear to this day.

Okay, Jumba, YOU WIN! That was the worst one so far! Made me queasy when I thought about it!

 

[txSleepingBeauty]

when I was 3 I decided I wanted to play with my older brothers and their friends in the back yard. I was on the back porch at the time. one of the jerk friends said"if you want to play, you have to jump down here." I did. off what was the equivalent of a 2 story porch. thankfully I landed in a huge bush, which broke my fall. my brother came running in to house yelling "we killed the baby!!" not quite, but I did break my collarbone, 2 nd time for that actually.

 

[Miss Jessr!ca]

when my brother was 8 (i think) he was playing with a suction cup garfeild thing. like pulling it off, and putting it back on and so on and so on.
well he went to put it back on, and did it to hard, and broke the window, fell through it on hte the cement drive way 5 feet under. it was horrible. he had to get like 24 stitches in each arm.

 

[blue_river]

Does being stalked by a stranger count? When I was around 10, my mother, grandparents, and I often went out for dinner on Friday nights. One night at one particular restaurant, I noticed this man sitting alone and he kept watching me. I had to walk by him for something and he gave me this big smile. Every once in a while, we'd go to that restaurant and he'd be there, and he'd stare at me every time. A few months later, I was at the mall with my mother and grandmother, and I noticed him there. Again, watching me. I got bored with whatever Mum and Gram were looking at, so I told my mother that I was going down to Record Town. Big mistake. The guy followed me. He positioned himself at the bins across from me and made it look like he was going through them, but he was again staring at me. I paid for my record...he followed me back to my mother and grandmother. That summer, I noticed a strange car parked outside our house almost daily. One day when I went outside to get the laundry off the line, he was standing outside the car. Same guy. A few days later, the phone rang. I answered it and the person asked, "Is this Elizabeth?" Of course I said yes. He said, "How old are you, Elizabeth?" I asked him if he wanted to speak to my grandfather (who was home that day, but he was still in bed). He said, "You're about ten, aren't you, Elizabeth?" I said, "Here, my grandfather wants to speak to you," and he hung up. I swear it was that guy.

I saw him every once in a while up until I was 13, but I haven't seen him since.

That just gave me chills! Why didn't you tell your family? That is terribly frightening.

 

[MushyMushy]

I never really had any close calls, but my dad put me in some dangerous situations. He taught me from a very early age how to start a car (one of them even had a choke!) and I knew how to put one in gear, even with a stick shift. He used to leave me alone in the car ALL the time. Once when I was 4 or 5, I started up this big antique pickup truck of his and ran it into a wall, knocking the wall down. He never did learn his lesson from that.

 

[AuntieM03]

The two main things I can think of I can't actually remember. I stuck a bobby pin in an electric socket. I was less than 2 at the time. I have no recall but my brother does. I didn't even know he remembered until my niece and nephew told me that my brother had told them about my flying across the room and my hair standing straight up. Not long after that I fell on my aunts step and cut my head open, I still have the scar on my forehead.

 

[shoes99]

My mom was in the hospital for surgery, my Dad worked two jobs, so after supper I told the younger kids I would make popcorn. 40+ years ago there was no microwave and most of the time we just used jiffypop over the stove. This time I used an open fry pan, hot oil, and before I could put the kernels in it caught on fire. I took the pan over to the sink (didn't cover the flames) and the kitchen curtain over the sink caught on fire. No other damage but it scared the heck out of me and my brother and two sisters. Stuck with jiffypop covered after that.

 

[Stepharoonie!]

When I was 6, my half sister was swinging me around by my arm at a car dealership while my parents looked at cars. I hit a cement pole. My body kept going while my arm stopped. I was in a cast for weeks.

I had some weird thing happen with my feet where I caught this disease where I couldn't walk on my feet for almost three months. I had nasty giant blisters that would ooze even if I didn't touch them, and even socks hurt like hell. I was scared to death that I wouldn't be able to walk again. I went back to school one day when we thought it was cured and when I looked down in my first class, my brand new white sneakers had turned a nasty shade of brown from the ooze coming out of the blisters...I was out for almost another month. I have some scars on my feet from that. To this day, we have no idea what caused it, and it even baffled the doctors.

My husband got hit in the ear with a sharp stick by his brother and completely tore the ear wide open. He went to the hospital and had it stitched up, and has a large knot in the cartledge as well. Very noticable white line on his ear.

I dated a guy who was drawing one day, and a gust of wind caught the paper he was working on, and it sliced his right eye from top to bottom. To this day, he sees every thing "split" with that eye.

 

[babytrees]

I was/am very accident prone or stupid, one of the two!!

These first ones I don't remember but I have the scars to prove they happened.

I was 3 1/2 or so and we were living on base...my mom would bathe my little sister and than as she got her out I knew it was my turn to get undressed and ready for bath. Wellllll...that day I decided to try and sing to my nekkid self in the mirror. So I get up on the toilet and fell right into the sink and cracked my eyelid open on the faucet. Never cried and was quiet the whole 30 minutes while we waited for my dad to get back from base with the only car.


I get the stitches out from that eyelid and promptly ran full force into a table cracking the other eye lid open.

When I was about 12 I was fascinated with candles and I accidently poured some hot wax on my bare leg....wait it gets better. Then a kleenex caught fire and I dropped it right on that wax!! There was also burn marks on a side table and a rug. My mom didn't know anything about it until almost 2 weeks later.

 

[KAHNNA]

During a family reunion, I remember my mom eating a piece of her special chocolate(that's what she called it) in my parents bedroom. I wanted some too, but to my disappointment she said no. Whenever I had a tummy ache I would only get 1 piece of this special chocolate so why not now I asked. She shooed me out of the room and closed the door.

Me being the baby, and being the sneaky mischievous child that I was, I made it my mission to get to those special chocolates without getting caught.

When I saw my opportunity, I did just that. After the snatch and grab I took off running with special chocolates in hand past my older teen siblings and older cousins sticking my tongue out at them while en route to my playhouse. where my girl cousins were waiting for me

Of course thinking I struck gold , I didn't give my cousins any. I thought I was on cloud nine being the only one with her special chocolates. After eating the whole box, well my stomach started feeling a tad bit funny. You know rumbling and making funny noises. I thought maybe if I passed a little poot that my stomach would feel better, but boy was I wrong.


My cousins flew out of the playhouse so fast you would have thought something was snapping at their azzes.
Not knowing what was wrong me, or better yet why in the world am I pooping uncontrollably I started screaming. I ran out of the playhouse, running around in circles screaming and you- know- whating with everyone looking like wth is going on!

My parents were freaking out not knowing why I- was you- know- whating on my self. Honestly I remember hearing my aunt saying, "Shouldn't she be potty trained by now?, Well duh you dumb broad I'm well past potty training yah know Anyway after checking out the playhouse my mom and daddy found the empty box of special ex lax chocolates which explained everything.


I can't go to a family reunion without someone saying, "Hey, remember when Vega ate the Ex lax thinking it was candy Um yeah I wish you would stop remembering.

 

[wdw4us2]

When I was in first grade, the boy down the street kept picking on me - throwing rocks when I was on my bike, taking my stuff if I left it out in our yard, etc. He was really annoying. I hit him when I caught him trying to take my bike when I was at my friend's house (I was a real tomboy). He then called me out for a fight the next day at school.

I went home and told my older brother (who was my hero). He told me we should fight in the woods behind our house and he would make sure no one got hurt. Well, after I hit the kid several times, he threw me down on the ground. My head hit the pointed edge of a log that was on the ground. My brother ran over, looked at my head and stopped the fight and told me not to cry - it wasn't that bad but he looked scared to death.

After we got into the house, my Dad asked what was wrong. I told him and reached around to show him where I hit my head. I touched the wound and when I saw my hand it was covered in blood and I proceeded to freak out.

Long story short - I ended up in the emergency room with 5 stitches. My brother (who is 7 years older) was in huge trouble with my parents. The kid who sent me to the emergency room became one of my best friends!