How did you survive your final destination moment? When I was around seven, I almost fell into the

septic system in my yard. The access point was opened and I didn't see it until my leg was

dangling into a pit of number two. The event scared me so badly that for at least two months,

I didn't go into my yard. I was working at Walmart on the maintenance

crew overnight. There was a blocked drain near the deli, and I had to dump some clog remover into it.

No big deal. I walked up and found that someone had jammed a wet floor sign into the drain gate.

So I yanked it out, didn't know if the clog remover would bleach it or something, and in pulling out the sign, I also moved the drain gate. So I yanked it out, didn't know if the clog remover would bleach it or something,

and in pulling out the sign, I also moved the drain cover. I dumped in about a gallon of the stuff,

that's what they told me to do, and I figured that was that. I took off my gloves, tossed them into

the trash can near me, and then I noticed the grate was shifted. With a lack of sense, because I was a teenager

after all, I put my hand into the water and moved the drain back into place. No big deal, I just

saved everyone's loose change from falling into the drain. I walked into the back and was doing

something else for a bit, and kind of noticed my hand was sort of itchy.

I have eczema, so being itchy was nothing new. I went on to grab a broom with the hand that

I'd put in the drain and the broom stung my hand. I look all over the broom and nothing was sharp,

so I took a look at my hand. My hand was turning deep red all over. My nails were deep yellow and floppy. I was covered in red bumps and there was a black patch forming on top of my hand. I thought it was some massive allergic reaction, so I took some Benadryl and went to find the manager. The manager was nowhere to be found. He was an alcoholic who would sleep off hangovers in the meeting room, so I went to a friend of mine that was also on the maintenance team. He screamed. Not the reaction I was hoping for. He damn near dragged me into the bathroom and told me to turn on the forcet and keep my hand under it. So I did. He runs out like he's on a mission, then comes back in with the manager.

I chat with the manager for a bit and get sent to the hospital. Apparently, it wasn't an

allergic reaction. The doctor told me it was the natural reaction of someone's skin to industrial

strength drain cleaner. My skin was developing a massive chemical burn, and if I'd let it go or not

noticed it as soon as I did, it could have burned through my skin, into my blood, and laid me out.

I fell almost 200 feet off a mountain in Colorado. The narrator would like to note that the individual

who submitted this very short story is called Mountain Lover.

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