"I hear a loud buzzing sound, and the bleachers start to move. First thought: f@#k, f@#k, f@#k, f@#k. I am under these bleachers and the stupid custodian is closing them on top of me. I yank my arm out of the wheel basin just in time and start screaming incomprehensibly. My friend hears me and he starts screaming, too. The custodian finally stops the bleachers, probably 5 seconds after I started screaming. If I hadn’t backed up in time my head would have been crushed."
-KyleGibson