This is a true story. okay so I lived in NYC for a while and in an apartment complex where multiple people lived in 1 floor, and the trash cans are collected on a schedule. Anyways, all of the trash of the residents have to be collected and put into the backyard of the building where the sanitation workers would come on Friday to pick it up from the back of the building.
Anyways, my mom assigned me to throw out the trash from our apartment and take it outside to the backyard of the building. All of a sudden, I hear two couples arguing and then it ends with a bang. Like a really loud noise. I didn't know what it was. Then after my mom and I are done being perplexed by the noise, she orders me to go outside to take out the trash. As soon as my neighbors hear my mom ordering me to take out the trash, I go outside of my apartment with keys in one hand and the trash bag with trash in the other hand. I put the trash bag over my shoulders, and I attempt to lock my door.
All of a sudden, I feel a hand gripping on my other shoulders - the free shoulders. I gasp and turn around. It was one of my neighbors. It was this creepy old weird looking guy with a lot of spots on his head and hands. The first and only time that I have ever seen him was when I first moved into the building. He was friendly then and offered to help my parents move the couch up from the stairs. However, we never saw him again as he had gone to prison for drug related crimes. (In NYC apparently that happened a lot). Anyways, I didn't know he was back from prison and he was still living in the building. I was so scared since I was like 14 at the time and this guy was a criminal that was in prison and back.
He was also very old and looked old now too. He maybe looked like he was 65. But he still had that gansta stare and mean look on his face (sorry don't mean to stereotype). But yea shit was scary. Anyways, he said that he developed arthritis and couldn't walk down the stairs anymore. So he asked if I could take out his trash for him for like the rest of the year.
I reluctantly said sure. I don't know why I said it so fast or why I wasn't thinking. Then this guy gives me a crispy and wrinkled $100. Then gives me a heavy trash bag. He said so sternly: don't open it or look at what's inside. It was so heavy, that I couldn't even carry it with both hands.
Then he went back inside his room and I was in the hallway. I was left to drag his trash bag to across the floor. I noticed there was a liquid movement bouncing against the walls of his trash bag. I also saw streaks of liquid being left over. I was horrified.
I didn't know what the fuck was going on or what I was doing. This guy was a criminal. This guy wanted me to take out his trash. Was he related to the loud noise I had early? What if he was fighting his friend and killed him or her, and then left the body in the trash bag and wanted me to take it out for him.
So fucking nervous and scared, I opened up the bag just to be sure that I wasn't going to jail for committing a crime of disposing evidence. And lo and behold! There was flesh and blood coming from this fucking trash bag. I was so scared and angry and shit. I threw up from the putrid smell. And I was about to cry because of how scary that situation was. And then all of a sudden, this lady comes out and she sees me heavy breathing and shit.
Then she's all like, "X come back here, look at this mess." The old criminal guy comes back and he's all like, oh the trash bag ripped, I'll give you another one. And then he helped me put it in another trash bag and I kinda did ask him what the trash was.
He jokingly said to me that it was a body.... I was horrified and he could see the paleness of my skin. And then he assured me that it was just leftover chicken, turkey, salmon, and other meat in his fridge and freezer that rot because his refrigerator was busted. Then I remembered this guy used to be a butcher, so that story was kinda believable. Anyways after I throw out the trashes (I made multiple back and forths to the back yard trash can), I still can not believe what I had been through.
To this day, I still do not know if I just helped throw out a body or just animal meat. Thankfully I am not at NYC anymore, and now studying engineering at Harvard.
True Story.
Submitted May 09, 2016 at 02:40AM by somekidthatdoesthing http://ift.tt/275Iugq nosleep
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