4 More True Scary Middle of the Night Stories

[Music] back when I was in high school a friend of my mom's asked if I wanted to babysit their kid for a few hours they offered a generous rate of pay then after I proved myself capable they asked if I'd be interested in babysitting for a friend of theirs I said sure they gave me a number to call then once we' made arrangements for me to babysit for them they gave me their address they lived out in East Hampton about 45 minutes drive from my home in Medford as soon as my mom found out she

said something like East Hampton huh that's a real fancy place so I kind of knew what to expect before I got there but when I actually saw the house for myself I was blown away their house was basically three of my mom's houses put together with a gigantic backyard a huge pole and even a giant chessboard with pieces half my size the inside looked like the sitting room set from the fresh prints with a cream color scheme and a wood paneling giving the place a very distinct air of class the kids mom and dad were

very warm and welcoming and when they introduced me to their 9-year-old daughter all my my reservations instantly evaporated instead of some bratty rid kid Angie was just as delightful as her parents and I knew from the moment that I met her that we'd get along very well she wasn't too demanding and was content to just watch a movie or two until she got too tired to keep her eyes open we'd order pizza watch some tapes eat a ton of ice cream then I'd either chill out or work on some homework until Angie's parents came back

from wherever they'd spent the evening sometimes it felt almost criminal just taking that money you know they paid my gas money paid for the pizza they even made sure the fridge and Pantry were all stocked in case I got hungry after Angie's dinner time then with the family home being as incredible as it was it fast became my favorite sitting job now cut to Friday October 16th of 1992 and the family in East Hampton had arranged for me to come over for what would be my fifth time sitting for them I drove over after school

arrived at around 4:30 then Angie's parents left for dinner at around 5:00 we ordered pizza did each other's hair while we watched TV then broke out the crumb cake at around 7 we were still finishing our slices when the phone rang and upon hearing it Angie spins around and asks me if she can be the one to answer it her parents sometimes call just to check in on us and I figured that there was no harm letting her pick up the phone and so I said sure why not Angie ran off to pick up the

phone and I stayed put eating my cake the phone was mounted to the wall dividing the sitting room in the kitchen so I could still see and hear Angie as she ran over towards it she reached up on her tiptoes grabbed the handset and in a way that was so adorable it almost hurt she says hello you've reached the residence how may I take your call and I watched her with this big proud smile on my face but following her grand introd uction a confused look came across Angie's face before she asked hello for a

second time there was another pause and then she turned raised the phone up and told me there's no one there I put down my cake and then got up and walked over to her she needed help returning the handset to its cradle anyways so I took the phone from her put it to my ear then heard the sound of a dead line I told her it was probably just a wrong number or something and then we went back to finish off our cake but not 10 minutes later the phone rang a second time that time

I got up to answer it and when I did I'm guessing I heard the same thing Angie did I picked up the handset and asked hello and then got nothing in reply I asked hello again then after another pause I heard the distinct sound of someone hanging up a phone like that old plastic rattling before the line goes dead I remember that exact moment that feeling of confusion shifting to one of creeping dread and that made it two silent calls in just over 10 minutes and I'd seen enough cheap Thrillers to know that that wasn't

a sign that anything good was about to happen I just didn't think that it had anything to do with the family I was babysitting for I thought that it was all about me and yes I phrase that in a deliberately egotistical fashion but only to reflect on how stupid and self-centered I felt afterwards because due to the very severe limitations of my 17-year-old mind I became transfixed on the idea that it was a guy from high school that had been bugging me around that time he'd slid notes into my locker at school asked my friends

to pass on please to call him or my least favorite wait for me outside the girl's bathroom before basically cornering me on the way out he'd also somehow managed to get a hold of my home phone number at one point and he'd called my house one time asked my dad if he could speak to me and then said nothing for like the first 10 seconds once I'd been handed the phone but the worst thing was my mom and dad thought that it was cute it didn't seem to bother them much that his attention was completely

unsolicited the solution was ask him to leave you alone and then when I told them that I'd already tried that it was well ask him again and that's why when I realized that there were silent calls my first suspicion was that my unwanted Romeo had somehow gotten a hold of the family's home phone number and I was too busy trying to figure out how that could happen to consider any other more frightening possibilities Angie asked who was calling so I lied for a second time and told her that it must have been a wrong number

she might have been one of the sweetest girls I'd ever babysat but Angie was not gullible and was vocally confused as to why someone would call the wrong number twice I made it on the spot joke about them having pudgy fingers or something which served as just enough of a distraction to get Angie's thoughts off of the silent calls I didn't think my stalker and I use that term very Loosely had the stones to actually show up to the house he seemed to be more about opportunity than anything else but it was still a lingering

concern for me and one I didn't want to pass on the little old Angie another hour or so went by and we were fast approaching Angie's EX extended bedtime of 10: p.m. our little secret I asked if she wanted one last soda diet of course with no caffeine and no Zoomies and then walked into the kitchen to get us some drinks the layout of the house was such that the kitchen led to a dining room via a set of double doors with the dining room windows allowing a view of the driveway outside when I walk

past the doors the first time empty-handed everything seemed perfectly normal but when walking past it a second time with a can of soda in each hand I saw the headlights of a car shining down the driveway the family had sort of an intercom at their automatic gate and if you didn't have the little key card or the code or whatever it might be you had to be buzzed in to even get access to the driveway the car was stationary its front bumper pointed at the gate but the intercom in the house wasn't buzzing my first

thought was maybe I just caught the car turning around but nope it stayed put like it was waiting for the gate to open then I figured it was Angie's parents arriving home early and that I don't know maybe they lost their key card or something I walked into the dining room to get a closer look out of the window studying the headlights as the car idled by the gate and then suddenly silhouetted by the car's headlights I saw three or four men climb over the gate before they began walking down the driveway at a very

brisk pace I remember the feeling this Rising Panic as I put down the sodas on the ledge near the window and then walked toward the phone as quickly as I could I remember grabbing the handset and trying not to sound too panicked as I loudly asked Angie to head upstairs this was like a whole hour before her promised bedtime so she was very naturally dismayed at the sudden change of plans and began asking me why I told her to be a good girl and do as I asked before putting the phone's handset to my ear

I thought that I might hear the 911 person's Voice or at worst the last few dials before one answered my call but instead I heard nothing I remember pushing the little switch to reset the phone expecting the Drone of an open line to return but I did it once twice and then three times before I realized that the line was dead I didn't know it at the time I thought that I'd simply experienced an astronomical amount of bad luck in having the phone die on me when I needed it most but it hadn't died there

had been no kind of malfunction someone had cut the Home's phone line to ensure that no emergency calls could be made I knew the family had a second phone in the master bedroom so after taking Angie's hand I quickly walked us up the stairs and toward the bedroom door and by then Angie had begun to sense how frightened I was and she kept asking what was going on her ter intensifying each time I let the question go unanswered we walked into the bedroom and when I heard no sound at all coming from the handset of

the second phone that's when I realized something much worse was happening I know having a bunch of guys climbing a gate and rushing the house was bad enough but the phone line being dead suggested a very chilling degree of organization from these guys those guys were not your average home Invaders if there is such a thing and realizing that that brought a level of Terror that I can only barely describe and by then there was no hiding my fear anymore Angie was demanding to know what was going on and I couldn't think of a lie

quick enough so I just told her the truth I told her that there was some bad men outside and that they most likely wanted to break into the house and then we needed to find some place to hide from them and I'll never forget how completely petrified Angie looked and the seconds after those words left my lips and I still still beat myself up about it all these years later but in the moment there was nothing else I could think of I was 17 scared out of my mind and Angie knew her home better than

I ever could I was reliant on her to be able to find the best hiding place possible and that transfer responsibility terrified us both right then on Q we each heard a loud dll hammering sound coming from downstairs as the men outside started to try and break in Angie screamed and I remember grabbing each of her arms before shushing her I tried to be gentle trying to keep her as calm as possible then I asked her where the best hiding place in the house was there was like a voice in my head in the moments

after I asked her one that screamed at me how the hell is she supposed to know she's just a little girl an innocent little girl that you are failing to protect I still feel almost at least in principle that that voice was right in the milliseconds that had popped into my mind a girl Angie's age probably thought the back of her closet was another dimension or that the space under her bed would be sufficient to hide us both from violent criminals but in reality Angie knew the perfect place to hide and it was nowhere I

could have ever taken her after I asked her about the best place to hide Angie thought for a moment and then took me by the hand and started leading me towards the home's third Flor floor when we got to the top of the stairs there were three doors in front of us two of which clearly led to larger rooms and one smaller door that turned out to be a closet Angie took us to the closet when she opened the door I saw shelves on either side filled with boxes of old junk along with a bookcase

against the rear wall I remember telling Angie that we needed somewhere bigger someplace the bad men wouldn't see us if they came and opened the door I spoke but it was like Angie didn't hear me she ran over to the bookcase and reached to the back of one of the lowest shelves like she was about to retrieve a book I was halfway telling her that this wasn't the time for reading when I heard a loud click coming from behind the bookcase I knew in an instant what Angie just did but that didn't stop my jaw

from hitting the floor when she used all of her strength to pull the bookcase away from the rear wall the only reason that she could do so with the strength of a 99-year-old was that the the bookcase was actually mounted on a huge set of hinges and behind it was a short downward leading staircase it was weird feeling almost amazed but at the same time I didn't feel surprised at all of course they had a safe room and of course they told their 9-year-old daughter how to access it in case of emergencies but what really

did surprise me was just how well this safe room was decked out and how Angie's demeanor shifted completely once the door was closed behind us I remember how she reached up and flicked on a light switch that illuminated the stairs in front of us and then after taking a few steps downward she turned and told me to close the door I followed her downstairs after doing so and was greeted with the first of two rooms that one was basically a small sitting area complete with book shelves a TV and VHS combo with some snacks and

bottles of water stacked in one corner the Next Room however was essentially some kind of Command Center there was a wall of TV monitors all linked up to security cameras in each room with an attached panel of switches that meant that you could both see and hear what was going on in the house but the most important and possibly the most impressive thing was that this Command Center had a working phone I don't know if it was hooked up to a satellite or a hidden alternate phone line but when I picked it up and heard

a working dial tone I almost burst into tears from the sheer relief that I felt and I called the cops I told them everything but it didn't make Angie feel any safer she felt safe the second the door closed behind us and after announcing that the bad men couldn't find us in there she went about deciding what VHS tape that she wanted to watch until the bad men had gone away it got to the point where I couldn't decide if she was the bravest little girl I'd ever met or this was something that had happened

before once I was done talking to the authorities and then telling Angie that the cops were on their way I asked if this was something that had happened prior and she said no but that her mom and dad had shown her what to do in case any bad men came to the house she then put on a VHS tape and sort of settled herself down in the couch opposite the TV and asked me do I still got to go to bed at 10:00 p.m. and the question alone almost knocked me off my feet but once

I'd regained what little composure I had I told her no that she didn't have to go to bed at 10:00 and that she was probably about to have her latest night ever it was incredible really seeing a little girl acting calmer and more collected than myself in the middle of a crisis but like Angie said she knew the drill and I guess that knowledge dispelled any fear of the chaos unfolding downstairs but not only was it chaotic what I heard over the monitors scared the living hell out of me I remember walking back into the

little control room or Command Center as I referred to it before and taking a moment to study the little switch panel it wasn't hard to work out how to switch the monitors on and it wasn't hard to switch audio feeds either but listening to what those men were saying down there made for some extremely difficult listening I expected to see them looting the first floor grabbing all the various Electronics before running back down the driveway to load up their vehicle but that's not what I saw when I switched on those monitors they weren't looking for

expensive Goods to steal they were looking for what I can only assume to be Angie I realized before I heard anyone talking because none of the four masked men seemed in the least bit interested in the huge TV and lavish stereo system that was in the living room they were going from room to room opening up closets and looking under beds and then moments later I managed to catch two of them talking to one another in the same bedroom that we'd been in just minutes before one of them asked something like where the hell is

she before the other told him I heard her voice and I was frozen thinking about what might have been happening to us at that moment if Angie hadn't taken us to this safe room and I carried on watching the men downstairs waiting for the cops to show up until there was suddenly a whole bunch of commotion from them presumably after they had heard the sirens coming from the street outside and after that that's when those men ran and finally when I could see only uniformed officers walking calmly into the rooms downstairs I opened up that

safe room door and then told Angie to stay on the couch while I went to talk to the cops and that was the one time she opened disobeyed me and I can't say that I was mad in the moment she just wanted to say hi to the people who had come to rescue us it made very a very cute ending to what had been the most terrifying experience of my whole short life at that point and to be honest nothing has ever really topped it in the terms of sheer Terror that I felt not to

mention that skin crawling feeling of knowing those men were after this girl that I was watching and not just money or jewelry the officers were then able to contact Angie's parents because they'd left the address of where they'd be that evening and they were back home and hugging their daughter within a half hour of the cops first arriving the police managed to catch the driver of that car but he claimed to be just some getaway driver and had no idea what the others were planning the others though were never caught but the security cameras recorded

what they' said about looking for the girl and by the girl they almost certainly meant Angie and Angie's parents thanked me for saving their daughter and I had to actually sit them down and explain that I didn't do anything it was actually Angie the little girl that had saved the both of us I'd done nothing but tell her about the guys breaking in they said that they'd understand if I didn't want a babysit for Angie anymore but all it took was the thank you letter that she sent to convince me that I had to stay

I mean it definitely sweetened the deal that they promised to hire armed security in the future would basically meant that Angie had a second much more intimidating babysitter but there was no way that I could just turn my back on her I guess that makes me sound a little crazy but that's honestly how I felt my love for that girl and her family overrode any fear of a repeat home invasion and besides if it did happen again I knew exactly what to do to keep her safe from The Maniacs who wanted to kidnap her [Music]

I grew up in a place called Alice Springs an Australia's Northern Territory it's got a reputation for being pretty rough and deservedly so it's got one of the highest crime rates in all of Australian things got so bad last year that the government banned alcohol sales and started introducing nighttime curfews I moved away years back so I couldn't tell you if it's actually as bad as it sounds but here's a little story story from back when I was a lad that'll give you an idea of what it was like back then just after I turned

20 I got a job working as an overnight security guard at a local Youth Center they needed people to watch the place overnight as the place had all kinds of Television stereos and video games that the local scumbags were itching to get their hands on I did five nights a week usually with a veteran named Simon and some nights he'd order some demies from the Chinese place around the Corner then send me over to pick them up I'd grab them then sometimes a few bottles from the bottle shop next door nothing too strong but perks

of working overnight you know anyway one night he sends me around to grab the demies and it's a proper stinker of a night so I'm dying for a bottle of Coke or something so I nibbed into the bottle shop at around 10:00 like I normally would I walked in and there's no one at the counter but it's as quiet as a mouse in church as well so I don't see see or hear anything a Miss but then as I walked down one of the Shop's aisles and then come out the bottom near the fridges I

suddenly see someone who' been previously hidden from view I remember him having long copper red hair but worn in like a bun on the top of his head he was shirtless and had khaki shorts and slides on too but his chest and stomach were covered in the milk that he was swigging like he was dying of thirst he's got this massive carton of it in one hand and he's just chug chug chugging it all nonstop but then in his other hand he held a hammer and that hand was glistening with someone's blood it sounds a

bit daff to say it but it was such an unexpected sight that I couldn't help blurred out F me as I turned back around to walk out of the shop but the next thing I heard was what you saying you effing dog it was right near the door when I turned my head to look behind me and all I saw was the shirtless bloke with the hammer coming at me with his chest and beard still soaked with milk the door was one of those heavy ones that you got to pull on the way out but

that meant that I couldn't just fluidly slip out of the door you know I had to stop and pull it back on myself as the bloke was coming at me and I realized in a split second that if I tried to slip around it he'd have a perfect shot on me with that hammer and so instead of doing that I pushed myself back away from the door as quick as I could to throw him off thankfully that worked and he sent that hammer smashing through the glass panel of the door with this really loud crash

but it also left me with no obvious route of Escape I did the only thing I could think of at the time which was to launch myself over the Shop's counter and thank F that they didn't have all the plexiglass Shields like they do now or I'd have been royally screwed but I managed to make it over to the other side just in time to hear this great bloody smash behind me I'm guessing the bloke threw the hammer at me once I'd made it over the counter and that smashed some of the bottles of Grog

behind me not that I stopped to look and make sure I just kept on running into the back of the shop and hoping that I could find a way out whoever was in the shop when the hammer bloke walked in must have just scarpered out the back doors because they were still wide open as I came running through and out into the back alley and as I ran out I saw this little Indian bloke on the phone with the cops but he saw me and thought that I was the bloke because the second he saw

me he raises this massive kitchen knife into the air which has me screaming hold your bloody horses made I'm on your side and luckily for me he very quickly realized I wasn't the Hammerman and starts apologizing for almost shanking me but I'm still like no time for chat cobber he's still chasing me and we ran like clappers down the alleyway till we got to the main road and by then it was clear that the hammer bloke had no intention of chasing us down that Alleyway thankfully it turns out Hammerman had walked into the shop shirtless

when he got there and went straight for the milk fridge to help himself the shopkeeper said another customer had said something to him about not just helping himself and then whack the Hammerman had bloody well smashed him one right in that face and the the shopkeep then started shouting about calling the police but the Hammerman didn't take that too kindly and charge that guy causing him to run out the back which is where I found him the little Indian guy was asking if the Hammerman had hit me at all and I was telling him like

no I'm all right when we saw the cops coming down the road quite fast and the Indian bloke and I then walked around the corner to watch the street theater unfold and we turned onto the street in question just as the cops are approaching the shop one with a gun out and the other with a stun gun we obviously stayed back and the shop Runner guy says something like oh God he's going to smash my shop because we could hear the Hammerman inside going bloody mental but when we actually got a good look inside like

through the glass windows we saw that the situation inside had taken a dramatic turn for the worse the Hammerman was standing just inside the doorway brandishing that hammer shouting something like I'll smash him I'll smash him at the cops as they shouted back put the hammer down now but at his feet there was another bloke bald head all bloody totally unconscious looking and it's him that the Hammerman is threatening to smash I'm assuming someone else must have walked into that shop after me and I just remember saying to that guy I'd look away if I

were you mate and I did the same because someone was about to either get shot or bashed in the head and the indiano just kept looking looking through and right as the shouting got a bit louder behind us bang bang bang and down with the Hammerman I felt awful for the bloke and I still do he'd come all the way to Australia to open himself a little shop and then ended up having some mad bastard come in to steal his milk and smash his customers that'd be bad enough for anyone but to have the bloke

shot and killed in his shop that's something he'll have to revisit again and again every time he steps on the spot where it happened but that should also give you an idea of how crazy Alice Springs was and is and why these days you can't legally purchase alcohol if you're from what they call a Town Camp which is basically the government subsidized housing so after hearing all of that you can understand why I laugh when people ask me why I moved away [Music] many years ago a lifetime ago it really seems I used to work

as a bouncer on doors at pubs and clubs in Newcastle City Center it had quite a rough upbringing and the school playground could be a violent place and so for a lot of young Lads like me who weren't particularly big or strong you had to learn to fight if you wanted people to leave you alone and the place to learn to to fight was the local boxing gym I started training twice after school on weekdays then every Saturday morning for a full four hours and I loved every second of it I made good friends learned

how to defend myself and instilled two very valuable traits in me discipline and respect both of which have served me very well over the years by the time I was 18 I was lined up for a few actual organized fights but with me still being an amateur I wasn't making any money off of it and that's where Graham stepped in Graham was a mate of the boxing Gym's owner and seeing as he did a lot of boxing in his youth he'd pop down to the gym every so often to see some of the lad's train

but he wasn't just there to watch them train he was head hunting for Lads to come and work for his door firm and one Saturday morning I managed to catch his attention he told me to show up to a club in the city center at midnight for a trial shift and if I could handle myself then I could expect to be working every weekend from then on it was a little bit of a I'm not asking I'm telling kind of deal but the money was so good that no one ever turned him down I'm pretty

sure no wasn't a word Graham was used to hearing very often we'll put it that way and so that's how I started working the doors around Newcastle from age 18 onward and by the time I was 25 I had graduated from the early doors pubs and clubs to the late night G gaffs that got proper lery after about 1: or 2 in the morning and these places were on another level when it first started there'd be two of you working a Saturday night in a single floor Pub but by the time I was trusted to

work the bigger jobs you were looking at two three sometimes four floor nightclubs that could fit hundreds and hundreds of hunters but with the bigger jobs came bigger money and if you managed to get the one particular job that I got that will go unnamed for legal reasons then you made absolute mega bucks and that's because on top of your normal taxable pay you got your XIs or extras which is what you were paid to look the other way for the Dealer's gram allowed into the club this was at the time when ecstasy tablets had

first hit the Northeast and when it did it hit big times were hard for people growing up back then as most of the shipping jobs were gone so having happiness and tablet forms sweep through town it was like everybody wanted a bit and since everybody wanted a bit the money people were making was off the scale dealers were getting into clubs with a few hundred tablets then walking out with 1,500 lb then they go to the next club and do it all over again and again and again and again there was money going around like

you wouldn't believe and the only thing standing between the dealers and all that cash Were Us doormen I suppose at some point it came down to a choice act like complete Saints refuse to partake in any of it and settle for your hard-earned wage or make 200 more pounds every single night just for looking the other way with one single solitary dealer times that by 2 or 3 and you're walking away with more money in exes than you did from your normal wage and were we declaring any of it to the tax man were we

bollocks things stayed sweet like that for a while and we had a really good go of it but the more money people generated the more people wanted in on the action we started having loads of young Lads all of them unauthorized trying to sneak bags of tablets past us to make a few hundred quid without us taxing them at first we just confiscated their gear gave them a slap and then sent them on their way but the problem wouldn't stop and that's when Graham passed down the order to make an example of someone and so

that's exactly what we did we took this one lad we'll call him spar who we dealt with a couple of times before and we kicked seven shades of shite out of him around the back of the club one night all on Gram's orders it was just to make an example out of him it wasn't anything personal but since he ended up in hospital Sparky took it personal about 2 weeks after a bloke I worked with called Ronnie walked out of his gym got into the dri seat of his car and was about to drive home

when someone tapped on his window Ronnie turned to his head to look and bang someone shot him in the face and by some stroke of miraculous good luck Ronnie survived his brush with death because the bullet went through his eye then out the side of his head totally missing his brain and spine and all of that and we were made up to hear that he'd be okay but the message was a clear one Ronnie had been one of the fellas to give Sparky a kicking and when we heard Sparky was nowhere to be found we

had a pretty good idea that it was him but with without knowing where he was we were all vulnerable he could walk up to any door in a crowd of people wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses or something and just boom that would be us rubbed out but as you can imagine this had this properly on our toes for the next 2 weeks or so and the worst thing was we couldn't even be certain that it was Sparky that we had to be on the lookout for Graham had been the go between from the police

to Ronnie's family and us but as much as he had been pestering the police for info they told him that they had no idea who the shooter might have been nor did they have any idea where Sparky was but Graham didn't believe them he thought that they were treating us like mushrooms feeding us shite and keeping us in the dark because God knows if we'd have figured out where Sparky was he'd have been a dead man for what he'd done to Ronnie but then that meant that we had no idea if or when he was

coming for us and I'd never seen so many big hard BLS acting so scared for their lives Graham told us all that he was trying to get hold of some bulletproof vests and that our door would be the first to get them when he did but till then we had to just sit tight hope Sparky showed up somewhere and keep our heads on the swivel when we were at work two weeks after Ronnie was shot we were all still proper on edge but the more time that went by we started to think maybe Sparky had

run off to the costa soul after shooting Ronnie and most definitely thinking he'd killed him and if that was the case then we had nothing to worry about and we might never see Sparky ever again but it was still that worry that he was just biing his time waiting until we'd let our guards down a bit to strike and that's why we could never properly relax and so that Saturday night a fortnight after Ronnie was rushed to hospital a group of five of us were working the doors of the unnamed nightclub and three of us

have been involved in Sparky's beating so we were proper on edge and watching the street for any signs of of him and his boys suddenly I hear one of the lads saying why hey man who's this here then and he's looking down the street at someone so I walk over to see who he's looking at and we both see this kid walking down the street towards us he looks to be about 14 or 15 5' 3 with a little teenage Tash above his lip and he walks right past us and towards the doors of the

club the boss Dorman was like where the bloody Hood where do you think you're going young man and the kid says inside and the boss asks him and how old are you then and when he replies 18 we all burst out laughing the boss tells the lad if you're 18 then I'm Bobby Charlton I'll buger off before I give you a slap and this we lad just walks off in a half but we thought that he was brilliant because he'd really lighten the mood and this was about half1 something like that and we were all

saying I wish something like that happened every night but then about an hour later it did we get the nod that there's a kid in the club and that he's trying to sell tablets to the punters and the boss sends two door staff down into the club and who do they drag out but the kid that we just given the knock back to not an hour earlier he's kicking and screaming and the two Lads are carrying him out with a hand under each arm so his little legs are actually flailing around as they're carrying him

and we laughed so hard that I thought I was about to blow a gasket and off the young lad went for a second time huffing and puffing but before he went the kid shouted back I'm going to back with a gun and I'm going to blow all your heads off and we were just about rolling around on the floor after he said that this pint-sized gangster threatening to slaugh us when he probably had school in the morning and so we just waved him away after telling him to come back next week for another laugh when

saw the laughter had died down we asked to the two lads who went in to get him how the kid had gotten into the club in the first place and they said the sneaky little bugger must have slipped into one of the back doors when one of the club staff took a bottle bin out to empty he had to admire it the gumption to do something like that but then the two Lads told us the kid actually did have a little bag of tablets on him and they weren't fakes either he was trying to flog

indigestion tablets as ecstasies they were legit and they all had the little smiley face or bat signal designs on them there was only about 10 in the bag but it got us thinking where's this weed lad got tablets from and there's no way anyone would be so daa as to send a child into an over 18's bar and you might as well just turn yourself into a police station so how's he got his hands on them but it's also not like we had time to wrestle with the question we had a job to do and

for the next few hours when things were at their most hectic we were occupied trying to keep order in the club by about 3:00 in the morning the busiest part of the night was over and although it was still bumping in the club downstairs the crowds were starting to thin out and people were starting to flag taxis down to make their way home I couldn't wait to get home and get a shower I'd had to Turf about five people out that night and I'd had drinks spilled all over me in the process my shirt stank

of beer and alopops and I'm just trying to run down the clock until I can call it a night but then about half an hour from closing who comes walking down the street but the Newcastle kid or at least that's what one of the lads christened him as as he come walking up the street towards us and we're all laughing saying things like oh here he comes he's about to pull out a shooter and stop blasting and then when he gets within about 10 to 15 ft of us he pulls out this big Cowboy looking

pistol from his pants and points it right at us it didn't look real it was dull looking and it looked like the handle was coming off like this we lad had pulled the orange cap off of a toy gun and brought it down to the club to brandish it at us we're just about falling all over the place singing themes from old westerns like it's a showdown at High Noon and all that we'd been that tense over the past two weeks that it was just this big release of tension I think I mean we were

dying laughing at the wead now for a bit of context there was a lot of gangsters using guns at the time like our old ma Sparky for example but that in turn had some unexpected consequences because everyone was hearing about all this gun crime everyone was terrified of one pointed at them so what robbers and other unsavory types started doing was bringing toy guns to robberies all they had to do was Flash their toy guns or sometimes just point to a lump in their jacket like that's a gun that it is now hand over the

cash and the terrified cashier would do just that it became a bit of a thing in Newcastle at the time so when we saw that kid pull that old falling apart cowboy gun out in that poorly lit Street and thought there's not a cat in Hell's chance that that's a real gun but then the kid pulled back the Hammer of the gun the clicky thing that they do in the movies you know the one and we knew toy guns did not do that there was this moment of silence after we heard it as everyone had

this Collective moment of thinking oh bollocks and then the moment we started to scatter that kid fired it was the loudest sound I've ever heard in my life literally deafening the street we were on at the time was quite narrow too so when the gun went bang it echoed off the narrow streets and made it sound like a bloody rocket exploded or something I had my back turned when he shot but I remember seeing the street almost light up as he fired I didn't know fear like that even existed and in the blink of an

eye I went from standing there in the street to cowering behind a van just waiting for the next shots to be fired and that silence seemed endless waiting for the next shot I mean people were running people were shouting but I was focused on the next shot terrified the lad would find me behind the van and make me his next Target but he didn't and no other shots were fired because as it turned out this we lad's gun misfired right after that first shot and since he didn't know how to fix it he just ran

off he only got one shot but one shot was all he needed a second of our firm had been shot in less than a month and this time the victim didn't get so lucky I won't name him for privacy reasons but even though we tried our best to stop the bleeding my guy had lost so much blood that he died on the way to hospital and it was devastating but the question everyone was asking was how could that have happened how could such a young lad have gotten his hands on drugs and guns we were

convinced that it was connected to Sparky somehow that he put the kid up to shooting one of us but that didn't explain why he tried to get into the club to sell tablets and that was the big hold in the theory for me the thing that made me think something else was going on and I was right there was no Rhyme or Reason to the shooting this young lad's older brother was a dealer and a crap house wanted that he kept his business on show and his little brother idolized him and so off he went

trying to sell tablets just like his older brother did and when we checked him he did exactly what his brother talked big about which was not letting anyone disrespect you and so this young lad went to where his brother hid his gun loaded mind you took it brought it into town and shot a young doorman Dead with it and he ended up going to a young offender's institution and I got out of the security game about 9 months afterwards when I met the girl who'd eventually become my first wife it was a dangerous time to

work those kinds of Trades and it was those two shootings that made me decide that I had no future standing on Doors [Music] it's been almost 10 years since I was awoken in the middle of the night to the sound of screaming my wife and I live in typical Suburbia two-story houses as far as the eye can see small Lawns out front with house numbers and the quadruple digits it's a quiet place a peaceful place to live which is why hearing a scream outside our window woke me and my wife up with a pretty bad

startle our bedroom window looked out onto the street outside so we simply got up opened up the curtains and looked out to see a car running idle on the street the front and back passengers doors were opened and two men were standing outside the car arguing with two more men who were sitting inside it we couldn't make out what they were saying but they appeared to be engaged in a heated discussion and every so often one of the men outside the car would start furiously yelling my wife asked if we should call the cops and

I said to hang on they were certainly being very antisocial I guess but I didn't think it would escalate to anything I assumed that they'd have some kind of falling out and that the car would just speed off once the argument had concluded and coincidentally that's exactly what happened the two guys slammed the car doors closed and after some Screech of tires off they went we had ourselves a little bit of a relief moment grateful that it hadn't escalated in any way and my wife turned turned around and headed back to bed and that left

me just standing at the window watching the two guys in the middle of the street as they seem to continue their disagreement albeit at a much quieter volume our kids were still asleep in the back bedrooms and although the two guys seemed more interested in each other rather than anyone else my fatherly protectiveness told me to watch at the window just a little longer to make sure that they weren't going to be a problem so I'm standing there watching the guys and they're not budging from the middle of the street they're growling at each other

gesticulating wildly and although I still can't make out what they're saying they're clearly not happy with each other then suddenly as I'm watching them I hear the sound of a vehicle approaching and from the noises the engine was making it sounded like it was coming in fast I figured the guys in the car were back to continue their argument presumably at yelling volume again and I was right on the verge of asking my wife to call the police when the car came into view again I knew from the moment I saw it that it wasn't

about to slow down it was going way too fast it didn't even attempt to put on its brakes as he zoomed towards the two men stood in the street they tried to get out of the way but they were probably just as surprised as I was and by the time they reacted it was far too late for one of them one guy managed to jump out of the way just in time but his friend was not so lucky the car hit him doing 60 maybe 70 M an hour and it sent him flying up into

the air in a ragd doll somersault before we crashed back down into the asphalt the man who dodged the car began screaming and ran over to his friend who laid unconscious on the ground I told my wife not to come look that something terrible was happening and that she needed to call 911 for both the cops and an ambulance she kept asking what was happening so I told her and after a shaky oh my God she went ahead with talking to the 911 dispatcher I told her to tell the dispatcher how bad it was and

if that he didn't get someone here soon the man who got hit was probably going to die if he wasn't dead already my wife asked if she should go out and help him but honestly there was nothing I'd be able to do for him I know that sounds callous but I know I made the best decision cuz if I'd have ran out into the street I might have gotten caught up in what came next as I watched from the window feeling terrible for the man still screaming over over his friend's broken body I remember the

feeling of horror I felt when I once again heard a vehicle approaching because it was coming from the opposite way that time I could see it coming from much further off from from the speed it was traveling the total lack of lights or Sirens I knew it could only be one car and one driver the man kneeling by his friend saw the headlights and got up and ran back onto the sidewalk but he knew what was coming and so did I and he kept screaming but this time was clear he was screaming no no no

until his voice was drowned out by the car's engine it came in just as fast as before only instead of smashing into someone standing up the car ran over his body at what must have been 70 M an hour easily it flew over his body like there was nothing there at all but as it hit him the guy's body almost completely came apart there were pieces of him all over the black top which was shiny and if I thought his friend was loud before that was nothing compared to the noise coming out of him from

when he saw what remained of his friend it was without a doubt the worst thing I'd ever been unlucky enough to witness in all of my many years on this Earth and I know it's something I'll never forget my wife tried going back to sleep but by the time all the emergency crews were outside scraping the victim off the road we both knew that neither of us were getting any sleep we ended up sitting down at the kitchen table after putting the kids back to bed because the sound of our voices woke them up and

I drank until I felt tired enough to sleep and then headed down stairs at around 400 or 5 I can't quite remember it was easily one of the worst nights of my life second only to when one of my kids developed viral menitis and that was a night that I prayed to God for help with all of my heart but that night with a hit and run I knew there was no point praying for anything but that poor fellow's soul cuz Lord knows that he was dead the second he hit the ground after flying up

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