Tick Tock, Tick Tock
It was a family reunion when I was five years old (I was extremely petite for a 5-year-old) and I was playing with all of my cousins, ages 7-12. I was hiding in the back bedroom when I heard one of my cousins running toward the room I was in.
So naturally, I panicked and bumped into a huge grandfather clock. The room was carpeted so it wasn’t very stable. The worst happened. It started wobbling and fell on top of me, and now I was pinned to the ground underneath this 300 lbs clock. I couldn’t breathe, so I couldn’t scream.
All my cousins came running because of the sound, but none of the adults heard it. So all the kids start freaking out, and eventually decide it’d be a good idea to go get some help from the parents.
At that point, all the adults started yelling at their kids for being so loud and they were all getting in trouble. They didn’t really understand what was happening.
Until one finally got it out that I was stuck under the clock and couldn’t breathe. Then the whole family flipped out and finally came back to get my unconscious self out from under the clock. Source: Reddit/coffeeaddictnerd