I was in a tornado last spring, face down in a ditch on the side of the road as it went over my head, sucking at my clothes as I thought I would get lifted off into the sky like Dorothy. How does one show "freaked out?" Let me tell you...
First of all my friend was with me, J. J. was fairly calm through it all, until we made it to a local McDonald's afterwards. And now she can't handle a storm (God bless her) without wanting to dive under something, even at work.
Me? I freaked out at the time, right then and there. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. I drug my friend to the ditch from the car (she's larger than I am and swears had she fallen I would have used my teeth if I had to, to get her down into that ditch.) I threw myself, literally, face down and basically hugged Mother Earth. I was kissing Mother Earth's butt, begging to live. Clawing my way through the thick weeds I dug my fingers down into the dirt, entwining my hands in the roots of the grass/wheat-like stuff we were laying in in an attempt to stay on the ground in the event that the tornado wanted to pluck me from the ditch (irrational? yes- but try being rational when a freight train is passing overhead with 90 MPH winds and complete blackness.) And I shook, prayed, chanted my own personal mantra of, "I don't wanna die, please God don't let me die..." I said the Our Father, I hyperventilated, I cried, and I'm surprised I didn't wet myself. My friend and I clutched each other's hands (her hand was over mine which was still in the ground. I think I tried to literally dig to China that day) and finally, after a few minutes that felt like eternity, it passed by.
Watching it pass off into the distance was surreal- thinking, "OMG I was soooo just in the middle of that!" It had started pouring rain with some hail, and it took my friend a minute to peel me from the earth (and it took me a week to get the dirt out from under my nails.) We were wet, muddy and bleeding (a few little things must have cut us in the wind.)
Now in the event of a large storm my eyes are on the sky- and always will be. But... it changed my life forever. I made some promises then, and one was to live to my full potential, which included finally finishing a book (which I did!) But- please see above as to how a person might freak out. LOLOL. LOTS of shaking and accelerated heart rate, panic, hives (really bad hives from the rush of adrenaline) tears, heavy breathing, and making deals with the good lord to just
let me live. I was also very sick for about a month afterwards from an overdose of adrenaline (no lie) and all the crap I breathed in out in that field.
One thing I did do correctly was, when the tornado was coming, used common sense to force myself out of the SUV. I didn't want to get out, but I knew we had to or else we could have toppled over. I didn't reak out until it was appropriate to do so. Weird. I was calm when we saw it. Always wondered what I'd do under pressure! My friend was immensely helpful too. We worked well together!
Here's the scenario. In my story, the MC is possessed by a ghost (and the event is recorded on videotape), and while in that state, he almost dies until the ghost leaves his body. Later on, he watches the videotape and sees himself get possessed. As he watches the tape, he sees the ghost leaves his body. Soon after, the ghost is briefly seen on the tape.
Two different readers have commented the same thing. "I would have been freaked out," said one. The other said, "He's not freaked out enough by this event."
I thought that what I had was ample. The MC is frightened but curious (he's a scientist) and tries to figure out logical explanations for what he saw. But all evidence points to the notion that a ghost appeared and it possessed his body.
Apparently, he needs to be freaked out. That's an easy thing to say: "He was freaked out." But that's telling. How do I show it?