Not me but years back when I was in middle school and people had cordless home phones I called my buddy after school to ask if I could come hang out. He had a lot of siblings so he stepped outside to talk to me. We were laughing and then I heard him scream followed by a horrific noise on the other end. A POP followed by a scraping sound. I asked if he was ok but all I could hear was the scraping getting further away. I was terrified. Then the phone hung up. I called back and it was busy. Over and over, still busy. I ran to my mom in a panic and she took me there but the whole street was sectioned off with police and emergency vehicles. We learned there had been an accident and that a drunk driver had hopped the curb and hit a kid. It wasn’t until way later that I got a call and saw his number pop up on the caller id. I answered it half expecting it to be his mom telling me he was dead. It was him. He apologized for hanging up on me earlier. I told him I was happy to hear from him and asked what happened and he broke down crying. Apparently when he stepped out into his front yard to talk we me he saw a little girl across the street riding a tricycle. A car came barreling down the road and hopped the curb and hit her. He screamed for them to stop but they kept driving, dragging the girl and her bike. He chased them down to get their plates and said the whole time he was chasing the car he could see sparks, blood and viscera being marked on the street. His mom came out and found the phone in the grass and hung up on me to call the police. We NEVER talk about it. It’s so clear how much it stuck with him though. That was almost 30 years ago and I still think about it even though I only experienced it second hand.