Stand By Me
I grew up close to a set of railroad tracks. There were 3 tracks that ran parallel to each other. When I was 15 me and a couple of friends used to walk the tracks to get back and forth to each other’s houses.
One day we were all walking down the tracks and there was a train approaching us on the track directly to our left (we were on the outside track the train approaching was on the middle track).
As the engine is approaching us one of the operators was literally hanging out the window screaming at the top of his lungs and pointing behind us.
We could not here what he was yelling because when you’re right next to a freight train going 70mph that’s all you can hear. Well we look behind us and there is another train on our track barreling at us at full speed. It was probably 30-40 yards from us at that point.
Me being the furthest from the right and having both my friends in the way I never would have made if I had tried to jump in the same direction.
At this point I have a train coming directly at me at 70 mph, a train going in the opposite direction on the track directly to my left at 70 mph, and my two friends who are directly to my right leaping for their lives to the right off the track and I have about 1 second to get out of the way.
Leaping to the right is no sure thing. So I sort of did a half jump to the left and lied down in the small space between the two trains.
I would say I was about 6 inches from either train. I have never been so scared or shaken in my entire life. Story credit: Reddit / [deleted]