March, 2009. Senior year of HS.
I was starting to walk across town to do some shit, and there was this old main street that cut thru town by my old home. Well to try and say the least, I was in the middle of walking up this small hill/street parrallel from the mainstreet, when suddenly, I heard this LOUD blood curtling sound of crunching metal that also sounded like a shot gun going off. So I run across this field to inspect wtf was going on, and as I was running to the location, I can hear the horn going off for what must have been 10 or 15 straight minutes before it stopped. I end up with in a small crowd of people looking down over the small hill to the main street (I was on the edge of the country side, so it was kinda wooded out by area), and I saw this silver jackknifed chevy silverado truck in the middle of the street and this ugly newer Chevy impala model that had a crushed roof sittin right side up, sittin against the bankside hill. Horn was going off in the Impala I think. No cops, fire trucks and ambulances even showed up yet. We all noticed that traffic has stopped and it got real quiet. Some people were walkin up to and seeing if there was any survivors. Half the people was dialing 9/11 too. So knowing I can go down and look at all the carnage before anyone can hold me back, I decided to back down at the last second. I was a lil traumatized, sad and shocked, but my curiousity overridin all that. So 2 hours pass into the night, and I see them pull out 2 bodies eventually. None of them was decapitated..... One fat guy was dragged out the Impala and some skinny guy out the silverado. Found out who they was later on.
Head on collision it turned out from what it looked and heard.
2 people died. One from the truck and one from the Impala.Are you glad now that you did not walk right up to the scene?