Let's see.... well a kindergartener brought a gun to school once I think. Also there was a rape scandal at my school... the apartment complex that used to be near me has now been shut down and borded up but you would be glad to know that it was involved in the police blotter in the newspaper just about every week...


The other horror stories I have are just stuff I've read in the paper or heard on the news.

That is crazy. Yeah, I'm always kind of paranoid and scared when I stop at red lights down in downtown Youngstown even during the day, my eyes are darting around everywhere. But I'm completely horrified of driving there at night for that exact reason. I'm really glad you made it out okay.

exactly...why the fuck would u brag about seeing someone shot stabbed or whatever...then ppl talkin bout how their friends died...what type of friend are u...have u ever heard of R.I.P...let them fuckin rest in peace i know when i die i dont want ppl to be posting for the world to see how i died...half of these ppl puttin up post is ppl who dont even live in youngstown...
it's not a joke...wondering if ur going to loose ur life everytime u got to the club is not a joke...and they only say this bullshit cause they know they dont have to deal with it...i bet if u set all these people in a room with a bunch of youngstown ppl and let them say what they said on here the would be scared shitless and not say a damn thing... and if u are from youngstown arent u tired of ppl talkin bout how bad youngstown is an giving u a lable because u say ur from there....man come on what the fuck is wrong wit yall

I don't live in Youngstown, nor will I ever, but I definitely have a horror story. I was there for a dance competition and got hit by a car almost three years ago. My friends who were waiting in the hospital were scared shitless because within five minutes of being there a man stumbled in who had been stabbed 3 times.

If you live in Youngstown- rock on.

I went to YSU for 4 years and the only encounter I have is Perkins in Liberty being robbed at gunpoint one night while dining there. Also, we didn't know about it until after the fact. For 3 of those years I lived in an off campus apartment near Wick Park had no problems, my car never got broken into or stolen. I've even been to Wick Park at night (still not the smartest thing).

So I was at this party on Woodbine Spring of 06 a few blocks north of YSU's campus. There was like a bunch of gunshots and people screaming close by. We called the police and they definitely didn't show up at all.

Yeah I'm an EMT for Rural/Metro ambulance...... need i say more?

last summer my mom came up to a red light, she was the second car. 2 kids who she said looked like they were 13, walked up to her car pointed a gun at her and demanded her jewerly. the one kid singeled the other to go around and get her purse, she had locked the door so he couldnt get in - the whole time this was going on the guy in front of her just watched in his rear view mirror and wouldnt move forward. she was arguing with them about her jewerly, she told them it wasnt worth anything and they wouldnt even be able to pawn it. by the grace of god the light changed and she was able to drive away.

We were driving home from St. E's hospital in the evening when i saw a few people on an overpass with their car pulled close to the edge, as we were going under the overpass we heard a loud boom on the top of our car so we pulled over and the guy driving behind us pulled over beside us, he got out and had a shattered window and a large brick in his hand, the group of people on the bridge threw a brick and it bounced off the top of our car and went through the center of his winshield nearly missing his head

Born and raised in youngstown, moved to canfield to avoid the crime

I think it's funny that people post that everyone with stories is full of shit. Just because you haven't experienced it doesn't mean it isn't true. I lived in youngstown for 18 years, had a guy killed on the steps of my school, been in a drive-by and had a friend shot in the head at a BK. I left at 18 but it will always be my place.

Sum guy shot his brother across the street from me, well that wasnt really scary er nething tho...
But some crazy shit happened where this one guy kept running across every1s porch, jumpin offa them and everything
it was sum funny shit....

everytime you walk out ur door in the yo you have a chance of gettin killed all it takes is one ride down the wrong street and most streets are the wrong street. once got a gun pulled on me in zombie land. my friend was robbed twice once outside shenanigans once in the deck at ysu. you here police and ambulance sirens atleast 3 times a day at ysu. there was a quadruple homicide about a month ago a block from campus. execution style.

i got one, though its more funny than anything else. my friend locked us outside his car at a place called papa's thats now shut down, 1am, outside on the south side, we see sum guy walk up to the phone across the street, he wails on the freakin pay phone, and finally rips it off and takes off with it, about 5min later, some other guy comes up to us, and goes "U got any weed", we say no, he goes, "O, well then u wanna buy any", we go no again, he goes, "Buy some now"

I start at YSU next year and you guys are really scaring the shit out of me.

I was at my friends house on Lora Avenue with a bunch of other people. We were hanging out and talking at roughly 1am and out of no where, a black guy with a gun comes running into the room, yelling at us to "get on the fucking ground." He took all 7 of our wallets and took off. Apparently, he had snuck in the kitchen window. What a jerk. On a lighter note, only one of us had money in our wallets and it was only 20 bucks.

how about wick park at any time of the night? thats just straight up creepy

do you live anywhere near youngstown? if not shut up because that shit is real i've been there all my life and ppl die everyday! Before 3 ppl died in 24hr trust me u come to youngstown talkin shit to anybody who dont give a fuck whether u live or die! trust me your gonna die! just saying if you dont live there you shouldnt question ppl on telling the truth.

I have lived on campus at YSU for 4 months, go to Shenanigans like 3 times a week, and drive through downtown all the time, and I haven't witnessed a crime yet.

for the last post, pray you don't but most likely you will. Stay off the East side!

I went to YSU for 4 years between 2001 and 2005. During that time a gal was stabed with a screwdriver outside the Beet, a guy blew his hand off with a hand gun at the McDonalds, I saw the rape and stabbed get robbed while at a dance in the Debartlo club, and I helped the cops uncover a body under the floor of a basement for my forensic archaeology final project. Thats just the stuff that comes to mind without really thinking.

I was at an Eagle Heights vs Summit Academy basketball game, 2 of the players on one of the teams got kicked out...during the game...because they were in the locker room doing drugs. My dad worked for the cemeteries around the area, and one time, during the middle of the day he was driving a youngstown burial vault truck and he came up to the corner of market and myrtle and a hooker came up to him other than that you just hear a lot of stuff on the news....all i know is that the rule is never to actually stop at a stop sign or red light at night...slow down and if it is clear just go for it not worth getting killed

I grew up on the East Side by McKelvey Lake. Once in a while bodies would be fished out of there. I don't think it's so bad now, that the new development is there, but my brother discovered two kids shot by the bridge one day--a drug deal gone bad, I suppose.

I think the danger is more street-by-street. If you don't do drugs or go to bars, and if you don't stop at red lights at night, then probably nothing bad will happen to you in youngstown. Also don't use ATMs!

The house I grew up in was robbed a couple times, once when I was young, and a couple years ago. The first time a four-wheeler was stolen. That happened just after some cops came to my house--my dad always said it was the cops that did it!

I live in Boulder CO now, and every time I go back, it just gets worse.

I'm sorry, but I have to say nothing horrible has ever happened to me while in Youngstown. I went to YSU for 2 years and I took night classes...nothing happened. I've been to the clubs, used ATMs at midnight downtown...and I lived to talk about it. It's sad that everyone is stuck on the bad things. I live in N Canton now and I still go back to the YO when I get the chance. I really think that there is going to be a turn-around and the city will be great again, unfortunately I don't know that we'll see the changes in the next few years. People need to get over the fact that the mills have closed and look toward the future.

I don't live in Youngstown and I'm always bowling at different alleys and I can never say anything bad has happened to me. Granted it's on the west side

Has anyone heard the tale of The Graveyard Marauder?

Well, long long ago, once upon a time (1975), late September in a
little town called Youngstown, Ohio...there is a sloping cemetery, a
big ol' graveyard built on a hill just across the street from St.
Elizabeth's Hospital (the winding, hilly road between the hospital
and the cemetery is so treacherous that people say, "Well, if yer
gonna crash, this is a convenient place to do it!")...and there were
severe acts of vandalism occurring in the cemetery 2 to 3 nights per
month, usually during full moons...broken headstones, shattered
flower pots, lawn mowers and landscaping equipment and light posts
destroyed...so the caretaker employed a private detective, a retired
policeman named Dick Featherstone, to stake out the place at night.
Featherstone had a police-trained German shepherd, Brutus, also past
his prime and retired but still an ominous prescence at 180 pounds
with its coal black face and all its teeth intact...so the man & dog
hunkered down in the greenhouse, the only structure on the property
with a working heater, every evening at dusk, with some Snickers bars
and a bowl of water, trying to stay quiet...watching...waiting.
After four chilly, uneventful nights, on the first night of the full
moon, Featherstone was cracking open another candy bar when someone
or something crossed the path of light between the greenhouse and a
lamppost several yards away...something big and squarish and moving
fast, blotting out all illumination for half a second. Though
Featherstone heard no sound outside, Brutus' ears perked up and he
eeked out the smallest whimper - a sound Featherstone had never heard
from the animal. The small square window panes of the greenhouse were
fogged-up with the evening chill, so Featherstone rubbed a circle in
one of them with his shirtsleeve to see outside...nothing...still
nothing...he rubbed the window pane and squinted into the
darkness...then, out of the mist, moving gracefully despite his size
and bulk, the shadowy silhouette of a tall man, at least seven feet
in height, with wide squarish shoulders, a deformed peanut-shaped
head and extra large hands. From Featherstone's position, the
towering creature appeared to be naked, at least from the waist up,
though he couldn't be sure in the bad lighting. Featherstone's
breathing rate increased so he kept fogging up the window pane and
kept wiping it clear with his shirtsleeve. Brutus had deserted him,
for the first time ever, and was cowering under a table on the
opposite side of the room. Featherstone watched the towering
silhouette outside, standing in one place but contorting his arms,
neck, head and torso as if in anguish...yet still making no sound.
The private eye's heart pounded as he reached for the comfort of his
standard police-issue .38 revolver...he left it strapped in his
shoulder holster but flicked off the safety switch...he kept rubbing
small circles in the window pane until...*squeak*...it made a sound,
and the hulking figure outside froze then turned its head directly
toward Featherstone, who also froze and held his breath.
Featherstone wished he had brought a bigger gun, or at least had
loaded magnum cartridges in his weapon, because he was not sure that
he could, if necessary, bring down the burly, sinewy giant with his
little bullets. Featherstone lost sight of the thing for a moment,
then darkness came again...the man-thing was right outside the
greenhouse, eclipsing the lamppost, its hand dangling at its side
right in front of Featherstone's face - a hand that looked big &
powerful enough to squeeze the air from a basketball. Long
breathless seconds passed...light flooded back into the greenhouse as
the behemoth backed up to where he had been standing...Featherstone
carefully, silently cleared the window pane again and watched the
thing resume his contortions then reach down with one hand and grab a
headstone - a stone he would later discover weighed almost 400
pounds - and tear it out of the soil where it had been planted. Big
clods of dirt fell from the stone as the goliath lifted it higher,
higher, higher still, 'til he held the stone effortlessly over his
head...Featherstone grabbed for his gun but fumbled it, dropping it
into the darkness, and his legs would not work to retrieve it, for
they were cramped and stiff from crouching too long and he was frozen
in fear...Brutus was now openly whimpering and actually covering his
eyes with his paws, and Featherstone waited for the imminent crash of
the headstone through the greenhouse window...but it didn't come.
Instead, as Featherstone watched, with one hand the thing twisted the
headstone like a piece of cheese and let it fall to earth in three
big granite chunks, and every glass pane on the greenhouse shook as
the last, biggest chunk hit the ground. The creature, whatever it
was, then dashed out of sight, and as it did so smashed the glass of
the lamppost and plunged all into darkness.

The next day, in broad daylight, Featherstone examined the scene, the
shattered lamppost and the broken granite headstone...and no
footprints were visible in the moist, dark soil.

good one great writing but what does this have to do with anything

Damn straight!!! i grew up in and still live in the inner city and all the stories are daily occurances here.Like in all cities or anywhere for that matter being aware of your surroundings and not placing yourself in situations your not prepared for is the key to keeping oneself safe.