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- Jun 17, 2019
When i was a wee lil prick, i used to help out at the farm picking up oranges and other stuff with the workers, after a particularly rough ass day, everyone gathered back home to have dinner together.
Everything was going on as it always had, we'd turn on the tv, put on the news, and just shoot the shit while we waited for grandma's cooking.
Around half an hour later, the table was set, and we all took our seats except one of the workers, who excused himself for a bathroom break. We couldn't start our meal without having everyone at the table, so we just waited for him to come back.
Almost half an hour had passed, and my guy hadn't left the restroom, it was pretty quiet, even. So i get up, being the adorable little kiddo who gets to run the small time errands, and head to the door to see what's up.
Knocked twice on the door, and nothing, no answers. Knocked one more time and called out my guy's name, expecting to get shat on for interrupting what seemed like a nice shit.
Instead, i could barely make out a sound similar to a moan, and the flags went up. After going to grandpa for help, we headed back to the door with a kitchen knife to unlock it, somehow, i wasn't even worried, let alone scared. All i could think about was how this was just an issue that'd be dealt with quick, and then we'd all go back to the table and eat dinner.
Grandpa finally unlocked the door, and opened it...
The worker was standing facing directly at us, he was horrifyingly pale, bloodshot eyes, and his body was shaking. He looked like he had been trying to move, but could not.
"I feel... Bad..." He kept repeating in this sobbing like way, kind of like a moan, but we could hear his voice breaking.
Everyone else rushed the man to the hospital, but grandma and i stayed home, just waiting. Eventually, it got way too late that i fell asleep.
The next day, i learned the guy unfortunately didn't make it... His blood pressure had shot up way too high, and when we found him, he was mid-stroking.
It's not like i was deeply traumatized by this or anything, but to this day, i still hesitate a bit before opening the restroom's door late hours into the night.
Everything was going on as it always had, we'd turn on the tv, put on the news, and just shoot the shit while we waited for grandma's cooking.
Around half an hour later, the table was set, and we all took our seats except one of the workers, who excused himself for a bathroom break. We couldn't start our meal without having everyone at the table, so we just waited for him to come back.
Almost half an hour had passed, and my guy hadn't left the restroom, it was pretty quiet, even. So i get up, being the adorable little kiddo who gets to run the small time errands, and head to the door to see what's up.
Knocked twice on the door, and nothing, no answers. Knocked one more time and called out my guy's name, expecting to get shat on for interrupting what seemed like a nice shit.
Instead, i could barely make out a sound similar to a moan, and the flags went up. After going to grandpa for help, we headed back to the door with a kitchen knife to unlock it, somehow, i wasn't even worried, let alone scared. All i could think about was how this was just an issue that'd be dealt with quick, and then we'd all go back to the table and eat dinner.
Grandpa finally unlocked the door, and opened it...
The worker was standing facing directly at us, he was horrifyingly pale, bloodshot eyes, and his body was shaking. He looked like he had been trying to move, but could not.
"I feel... Bad..." He kept repeating in this sobbing like way, kind of like a moan, but we could hear his voice breaking.
Everyone else rushed the man to the hospital, but grandma and i stayed home, just waiting. Eventually, it got way too late that i fell asleep.
The next day, i learned the guy unfortunately didn't make it... His blood pressure had shot up way too high, and when we found him, he was mid-stroking.
It's not like i was deeply traumatized by this or anything, but to this day, i still hesitate a bit before opening the restroom's door late hours into the night.
