Scary-Underwater-StoriesMy dad used to work as a diver and he told me the reason he gave up diving. Basically a small boat sank about an hour from our hometown and he was sent down to the wreck to find the bodies if there were any. He quickly located the wreck and opened up the door and a corpse littered with tiny prawns came rushing towards him and essentially ‘hugged’ him. That was the day my dad decided to quit diving. He told me so many creepy stories that i could write more here.
Scary-Underwater-StoriesI dive myself but this story is actually from my grandfather who is a dive master. He and my grandma went diving in Cancun for a vacation and with both of them being dive masters they knew what they were doing. The lead of the dive group caught on and had them help out some of the new divers with clearing their ears or getting the weight belts set to the right weight. Well, my grandfather got a young 20 something year old girl who had just got her diver certification. They had planned on diving off a drop off. If you don’t know what a drop off is, it is when it goes from a 40 foot reef to a cliff that god only knows how far down. Well they swam over the reef and on the last part of that particular dive went over to the cliff to see what was on the wall. The young girl that my grandfather was helping, which by the way was certified to dive no more than 60 feet, rapidly started taking a nose dive down the wall. 50,60,70,80 feet down the wall. My grandfather and the dive lead tried to grab her and chased her down to 120 feet, the limit they could safely go with the amount of air they had, and watched her continue down and down until they couldn’t see her anymore. She never came back up and no one knew why she did it. It shook up the whole dive group especially my grandfather as he felt responsible for not stopping her in time.
Scary-Underwater-StoriesNot a diver but, when I was surfing NZs west coast beach I felt something rap around my leg so I looked down and it was fishing line so I tried to pull it up and then the line got heavy, I assumed it was a fish, but as I pulled the line closer it got really heavy and I began to sink so I hoped on my board and paddled closer to shore, I slid off my board and was in chest deep water, my friend came over cause he noticed something was wrong. We both pulled the fishing line in and we saw a large silhouette in the water so we dragged it to the surface and it was a dead body, (someone rock fishing fell off the rocks last week and was missing) there was a hook stabbed into his neck and fishing line rapped around his face and dug into his skin. We brought the dudes body to the shore and called in the life guards then threw up due to the lack of his eyes.
Scary-Underwater-StoriesRescue/Recovery diver here. Every time I’ve recovered a drowning victim I get the creeps. Unfortunately a lot of people are under the impression that every underwater environment is like the movies and there’s absolute clarity, that’s rarely the case. One evening I got called out for a young girl that jumped from a bridge, she likely survived the fall and entry. We have a morbid term for what happened to her upon hitting the water: “plugged” I found her with a surprising amount of visibility in relatively shallow water. She was stuck in the mud to just below her knees, and you could see the fear locked into her eyes/face. There’s nothing peaceful about suicide by bridge.
When I used to surf I spent a good deal of time underwater - whether intentional, or not. One day, I went out in surf that was absolutely massive (for me). It was 10 foot solid all day. Bigger sets. Serious stuff. And it was a very dark, overcast Winter's day. And raining. You couldn't see s**t above the water, let alone below. At this place, the bigger it gets, the further out on the rock shelf it breaks. So I was at least 200 m from shore when out of the gloom towered an absolutely massive set. Enormous. As big as I'd ever encountered. There were only a handful of other blokes out there. The wave was mine. At this point I wasn't scared at all. No, I wanted to get the biggest wave of my life. So I tried. I got onto it but I just f**ked up the position of my feet, ever so slightly. No chance of pulling out, so I tried to go with it. And that is when it happened. The scariest f**king water-based experience I ever had. I fell off and this thing just took me to town. It lifted me all the way up and over the falls - I thought I was OK, but no, it was just beginning. It just kept pushing me down. Further and further. My ears hurt (badly), it was completely dark, cold (even in a wetsuit) - I came to rest on what seemed to be a very large, smooth rock (I could feel it with my fingers whilst I was pinned firmly to it). I was held there for what seemed like an eternity. Maybe 10 seconds. But then I could sense with my feet a ferocious current that seemed to stop at the edge of the rock - it was trying to pull me over the ledge and DOWN. I could hear it. At this point I was panicking. Seriously. I can't quite remember how I escaped. I have rarely been that scared in all my life. I made it to the surface. I really thought I was going to pass out. I can't remember much more but I must have paddled in so f**king fast other people noticed. They came to see what was the matter. I just sat on the beach. I could not even talk. I'm getting the f**king heebie jeebies even reading my own recollection.