What is the scariest first hand experience

[DL Hegel]

What is the scariest first hand experience you have ever had? It can be anything. Like time your psychotic soon to be ex-boyfriend drove really fast in his car (with you in it), kept kissing his gun and professing his undying love for you. Or the time your grandmother made you wear a PINK taffeta dress to a school dance. or whatever.

[Appalachian Writer]

Well, I've had a few. My second husband, the batterer, once told me he was "going to chop me up, put me in a suitcase, and leave me on the side of the road where I belonged." That was pretty scary, but I shot him a right to the jaw and got out. I've heard a disembodied voice call my name. It was so real that I actually turned around and walked a mile in the opposite direction I'd been going just to find out who the heck was playing a trick on me. Nothing. There was no one there. I was robbed at knife-point when I was around thirty. I was working in a convenience store. The whole thing seemed so ludicrist that I just started laughing. So did the bandit. He left. It seems that laughter is the best medicine.

[JoNightshade]

I think the scariest thing I've ever experienced is having my mom call to tell me my dad had a heart attack. (Fortunately, he was okay.)

Second to that, probably being run off the road by a big-rig and rolling my truck into the center divide. I didn't sleep for a full 24 hours, my adrenaline was so high.

[SpookyWriter]

What is the scariest first hand experience you have ever had? It can be anything. Like time your psychotic soon to be ex-boyfriend drove really fast in his car (with you in it), kept kissing his gun and professing his undying love for you. Or the time your grandmother made you wear a PINK taffeta dress to a school dance. or whatever.
I've had a few, so the first of many is difficult to describe. I can say that there was this one time when I lived in Houston in 1976 that I encountered someone (I believe) who later became infamous.

I was walking down a lonely stretch of road that follows the path to the Astrodome when a car pulled up next to me. I had just completed my Marine boot camp training and was assigned to duty in Texas.

The driver asked if I'd like a ride "Where you going?"

I leaned a little into the passenger window "Get a beer."

"You need a ride?"

"No, I'm okay. Thanks."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's just up the block. I can walk."

He drove off, but I remembered his face and the way he tried to coach me into the car. I've seen his kind before. I wasn't going to get into his car and I think that I made a good decision at the time because he was a bad man after all.


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[rugcat]

A moose tried to kill me once.

This is the actual one.

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[MelodyO]

There are different kinds of scary.

Scary #1: I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, which had made my mom's life a living hell for many years. (I'm in remission now thanks to early diagnosis YAY)

Scary #2: I was alone in the house when I was a teenager, and some people started pounding on my front door and yelling like they were going to break in and kill me. Um, it turned out to be two friends of my sister at the door. They thought it would be "funny" to scare the crap out of me. It sounds very silly now, but I was horror movie scared at the time. :D

[HorrorWriter]

My boyfriend and I were on vacation. We had forgotten something in the car, so we went downstairs to get it. This was around 10 at night.

As we were heading back inside, I was walking, not looking where I was going. I was too busy looking back at him and talking. Then, all of a sudden, he yelled, "Stop!" And I have never seen this man look so scared since I've known him, so I was afraid to see what was in front of me. My foot was literally in midair.

It seemed like forever before I turned to see what was in front of me. When I saw what it was I jumped back a few feet! :eek:

It was a very huge, long, black, water moccasin, who was finished with his "dip" in the hotel pool, and who was heading back into the woods across the parking lot. I hate snakes. I nearly fainted, but was too afraid that it would come back.

What was really strange was that my boyfriend and I were just talking about snakes before we went downstairs, and how he'd leave me to run away from one---but he didn't leave. He knew that he'd have to deal with me later...:D

[lakotagirl]

My second husband, the batterer, once told me he was "going to chop me up, put me in a suitcase, and leave me on the side of the road where I belonged."

I can relate to that! I had a boyfriend once who decided I was bad because "I didn't love him", and beat the crap out of me. We were in MY house.

When he was done, he went to bed - IN MY BED!

He came out to the living room about an hour later to find me sitting on the chair with a baseball bat. He asked what I was doing.

I said "Waiting for you to go to sleep."

He got dressed and left fast.

I saw him once after that. From a distance. He told everyone that I was a psycho bitch.

Funny part of the story ..... six month later, HIS best friend called me. We've been married almost 20 years. (nope - they aren't friends anymore)

The actual experience was scary. This was the third time he had gone wacko on me. The first one was when I tried to break it off. (He just wasn't that fun to be around). He gave me a black eye. I called the cops and he went to jail for the night. This was many, many years ago and the protection they have now for battered women just didn't exist. I was on my own.

The second time involved a gun, but he never actually pointed it at me. He just brought it out and started playing with it. Again, this was just after I told him that I wasn't ready to settle down. I didn't bother to call the cops.

It was about a week after the gun incident when the third - and final attack came. I wasn't expecting him. He just walked in. He'd been drinking. I knew that I was in trouble, but didn't have a clear path to the door. He stayed between me and the door the whole time.

I asked him to leave. That's when he rushed me and hit me the first time. He didn't stop. He hit. He kicked. He sat on me until I couldn't breathe. Then he got up, went to the fridge and got a beer.

I crawled into a chair and just tried to figure out how I could make him leave me alone. I hurt all over. My lip was bleeding and I knew I had two black eyes.

As I sat in the chair, I tried to decide how to get this to stop forever. Yes, I did think about killing him. I actually felt sorry for him. He was the most unhappy person I've ever met. But, I I knew that I had to get him out of my life or I would die.

When he went to bed, I could have left. But then what? Wait for the next time? I decided that it was going to end this night. Either I would die or he would leave.

When he came out and asked what I was doing, I didn't have any words ready. The ones that I said just popped out of my mouth. They surprised me as much as they surprised him because I am not an aggressive person.

When he slammed out the door, I sat in that chair and cried for hours. A combination of relief that he was gone and fear that he would return.

I slept on the couch with a baseball bat for several weeks.

Am I sorry that happened to me? Nope. It helped make me who I am.

There are many lessons in that one experience:

1) When I am scared, I get strong.
2) I suck when it comes to determining someone's character
3) Women who are battered are NOT losers
4) Black eyes can't be completely covered with makeup
5) Never let a crazy person get between you and your escape route

[joyce]

My first husband gave me enough experiences that I should have been scared but I was too angry to have the good sense to be frightened. The one experience that sticks out to me was with my daughter when she was around 4. I'd left hubby dear and moved into this duplex with the kid. She was riding her tricycle in front of the apt. and I had the front door open to watch her. I went into the bedroom to get something and heard a car running outside. I saw this creepy looking man walking towards the apt. and I hurried back to the front to call my daughter. When I stepped outside to grab her he was like 20 feet away and saw me and ran back to his car and drove off. A week later I heard a report about this man who tried to abduct a little girl. It left me with shivers knowing that it probably could have been my kid. Scared the poop out of me.

[Jcomp]

He came out to the livingroom about an hour later to find me sitting on the chair with a baseball bat. He asked what I was doing.

I said "Waiting for you to go to sleep."

He got dressed and left fast.



Fucking awesome.

[Cranky]

Fucking awesome.


Ditto to that.

[lakotagirl]

Thanks.

I think that was the single moment in my life that showed me who I can be. I'm not agressive. I would rather everyone get along. I will run from a fight. -- and I have been called mousy. (more than once).

I think everyone has something inside them. But not everyone has to use it in their life.

[lakotagirl]

She was riding her tricycle in front of the apt. and I had the front door open to watch her. I went into the bedroom to get something and heard a car running outside. I saw this creepy looking man walking towards the apt. and I hurried back to the front to call my daughter. When I stepped outside to grab her he was like 20 feet away and saw me and ran back to his car and drove off. A week later I heard a report about this man who tried to abduct a little girl. It left me with shivers knowing that it probably could have been my kid. Scared the poop out of me.

Now that is scary!

[Uncarved]

So many to pick from:

A tractor trailer drove OVER my geo metro with me inside it.

I was (accidentally) shot in the face with a nailgun.

I have had an allergic reaction that I nearly died from.

I've had to live with knowing that my daughter got on a plane over 7 yrs ago and I've not heard or seen her since.

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[Kerr]

Several years back my OH caught fire when a gas container blew up that he'd knocked over. We'd taken down a tree in the yard, so the gas was mixed with oil for the chain saw. He toppled it while dragging a few last branches that we had missed. The fumes traveled down a slight incline to a small fire still smoldering from the night before and back to the can. A little blue flame zipped between his legs just as he reached for the container. Luckily, he had the sense to stand and saved his head, but his arms burned like candles. He rolled in the dirt, but they kept reigniting until his shirt caught and he had to rip that off.

This all happened in a matter of moments, me inside, trying to get back on my feet which weren't working to go see. Our dog racing out, then coming back to jump up and down to let me know it was bad. If I wasn't already scared, that did it. I'm sure if the house burned it wouldn't matter. It's only their family. I hobbled faster. By then, his arms had gone out and he was walking toward me like a Frankenstein mummy, with what appeared to be dirty rags hanging from his arms to the ground. It was charred skin.

The scariest part was loading him into the car and trying to remain calm and keep him talking so he wouldn't go into shock as we raced to the ER. Thankfully, he was hanging on in the same way for my sake.

[DWSTXS]

I was a district mgr for a small 8 store fast food chain here in Dallas. One night, (the night before Thanksgiving) the store manager calls me at home, says she's sick, needs to go home. I told her to go home, and that I'd come over and lock up. This was back in 83.

I get there, send home all employees except a cook and myself. I tell him to start shutting down, while I watch the front.

I pull the cash from the register, put it in my pocket. (owner's rules) After I lock all doors I'd pull that cash and make out the deposit and walk across the street and drop it into the night deposit. We never left money in the floor safe because it was extremely difficult to get opened. In fact, it was about to be replaced witha new one.

The owner always kept a 9mm handgun, in a drawer behind the counter where we kept the rolled change, pennies, nickles dimes, quarters, etc in one of those plastic zippered bank bags.
The gun was always cocked and loaded and chambered, and ready to go.

While the cook is putting stuff up, I finished paperwork while standing at the front counter looking out through the dining room and out to the parking lot.
It is about 9:45 pm.
I look up, and see a black kid walking through the lot, glancing inside towards me.
The third time he walks by, I think 'I bet he's gonna walk in here, ask for change for a dollar, and then pull out a gun and rob me.'

Which is, of course, exactly what he did.

Walks with up to the counter, throws a dollar bill down, says 'gimme four quarters'
I open the register (which I know, to the penny, exactly how much is in there) and I am reaching for the four quarters, he pulls out a little snub-nosed 38 and sticks it right in my face. And I mean IN my face. I remember that I could actually SMELL the oil on the gun barrell.
He says, while you got that open, gimme all of it. So, I reach back, and open the drawer where we keep the bags of rolled coins, and pulled one out. It was rolls and rolls of quarters, and then I scooped out the $56 in the register and gave it to him. Then I closed the register, and stepped away from it, down the counter a little bit.
He turns to leave, then thinks better of it, turns back around, pulls the gun out, and sticks it across the counter, right at my heart. Says he wants MORE. NOW.
NOw, what's weird about all this, is that I wasn't the least bit scared. Not one iota. It was SO bizarre, because there I am with a gun in my face, and then aimed at my heart, and I'm standing there thinking, 'Shouldn't I be scared?'

Instead, HE was scared. I know because that gun was shaking SO badly, that I actually thought that it might go off by accident. So, I reached up, and using my fingertip, I pushed the end of the gun towards my left so that it wouldn't go off by accident and hurt me, and I tell him, go ahead and put that away, now, and I'll give you more.

He puts his hand with the gun back into his winbreaker jacket, and that's when I realized that, hey, my gun is bigger than his! All I have to do is reach back and open that drawer, pull it out and start squeezing off rounds. I know it's always cocked and loaded with safety off. I knew that. I'd seen it a hundred times.
So, why not? I tell him I'll give him the rest of it, and I reach for the drawer, all the while keeping my eyes on his face.

I open the drawer. reach in for the gun. The gun is gone. Dammit. (the owner had taken it out about a week earlier, and I didn't know it)

So, I pulled out another plastic bank bag filled with rolled quarters, dimes, nickels, and held it up to him. He had the gun back out, pointed at my head again, and the other hand was still in his windbreaker pocket. I held the bag out to him, and he puts his gun hand and gun, back into his pocket, brings the other hand out for the bag of money.
I walk around the counter, walk up to him and come up to his side (the gun side) put my hand on his elbow and my other hand on his back, and start waslking him towads a side door. This side door has a knob, I knew he'd have to turn it to get out, thus getting some fingerprints on it, and he does. He takes one step out, and I turn and start towards the phone to call the police, but as I walk back up the hallway, I realize he's turned around and is following me, with the gun in my back.
The cook comes out from the back, and he sees what is going on, and I just shake my head at him to be quiet.
Robber-boy tells me, 'We're gonna go in the back, and I want the two of you to lay face down.
I immediately stop walking, turn to him and say, No, you've got everything, you're leaving now. And I take him by the arm and march him to the door, make him turn the knob to open it. He steps outside, turns to me with the gun (his hand still shaking crazily scared) and he says, I know you got a safe in there.
I tell him, You need to get lost. I shove him backwards a foot or so, and he turns and sarts walking across the parking lot.
I shut the door without touching the knob. I call the police, and they were there within 30 seconds, maybe even 20.
I told the dispatcher to tell them to come in the front door not the side because I had somefingerprints for them.
First thing they did, they came in, start questioning me, and I look over and see a cop reach down for the doorknob on that side door, and I yell at them not to touch it. Too late, they ruined the fingerprints!

Earlier that night, a few miles away, a man walked into a nightclub and shot and killed 6 people.

At any rate. I guess the gist of my story is, try to be calm if something like that ever happens. I don't know how, or why I was. It surprised me. But for some reason, with me, when things get more intense, I get calmer and more even and, I don't know, it's not my 'real' self, smething just takes over and I do whatever i'm directed to do. Must be my 'protective' self or something.

[Appalachian Writer]

lakotagirl! Bravo. You should use that in a book. I'm sorry you had to endure a beating. Been there. Done that. Not fun. BUT the way you handled that situation was priceless. Again, Bravo!

[Dale Emery]

Carjacked, kidnapped at gun point:
http://trot.dale.emery.name/2004/02/anniversary/

[DL Hegel]

There are many lessons in that one experience:

1) When I am scared, I get strong.



We never know what we are made of until we are tested.



2) I suck when it comes to determining someone's character


some people are expert liars--they know they suck--and instead of changing they spend all there time covering up.


Women who are battered are NOT losers


but people who are bigger and stronger who have to beat on someone smaller are losers:)


4) Black eyes can't be completely covered with makeup


black eyes don't feel as bad--when you can say-- you should see the other guy(and if that means using a heavy object so be it:))



5) Never let a crazy person get between you and your escape route

With enough duct tape, you can lead a horse to water and make him drink.

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words to live by there:)

[lakotagirl]

I was a district mgr for a small 8 store fast food chain here in Dallas. One night, (the night before Thanksgiving) the store manager calls me at home, says she's sick, needs to go home. I told her to go home, and that I'd come over and lock up. This was back in 83.

The gun was always cocked and loaded and chambered, and ready to go.

While the cook is putting stuff up, I finished paperwork while standing at the front counter looking out through the dining room and out to the parking lot.
It is about 9:45 pm.
I look up, and see a black kid walking through the lot, glancing inside towards me.
The third time he walks by, I think 'I bet he's gonna walk in here, ask for change for a dollar, and then pull out a gun and rob me.'

Which is, of course, exactly what he did.



I've had this nightmare several times. It never ends like you handled it. In fact, I don't think it ever ends....

This just shows how well you handle pressure. Good job!! Awesome!!!

[DWSTXS]

I've had this nightmare several times. It never ends like you handled it. In fact, I don't think it ever ends....

This just shows how well you handle pressure. Good job!! Awesome!!!


yeah, lucky me. It's the piddling little-stuff pressure that I can't hack. Just last Thursday I went to the doc for anxiety pills. So, how weird is that? LOL

[Brutal Mustang]

Being on a jet liner that presumably didn't have the running gear down.

Also, I've been thrown off a few horses, and no doubt will continue to be thrown off horses now and then ... but that typically happens fast, so there is little anxiety.

[Captain Howdy]

Last June I wound up in a detox unit with an accellerated heartrate and a low body temperature. I had been taking 3-5 milligrams of Ativan daily for two years, I had been a serious drinker for years but it seemed since I started the Ativan my alcohol consumption just kept multiplying. There were a number of factors in my life contributing to both addictions, bad job, failed relationship, yada yada ya. Around January of last year I started in on prescription sleeping pills as well. So when June rolled around, I didn't consciously try to kill myself, but I came very close to doing just that. I thought nothing of drinking steadily from the time I got off work Friday evening until about ten o'clock on Sunday evening. One Sunday night my body finally started shutting down. I actually kept stuffing pills in my mouth and swallowing vodka. I got to the point where I couldn't eat, I couldn't puke, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't pass out. I had dry heaves, convuslions, my lips had gone white. I sat for hours in an emergency room shivering under a blanket. This is good: I remember this guy came in who had lost three fingers to a lawn mower. He was shirtless and barefoot and running around the emergency room like a crazy man. His hand was wrapped in heavy gauze, like a cacoon, with quite a bit of blood seeping through it. The hospital was going to need to find a hand surgeon who would come in and sew the fingers back on. One of the lawncutter's kids had picked up the fingers. The entire family was there, wife, sister in law and mom (lots of comparative genetics there!). And the dude is running around telling people the surgeon better hurry before the morphine shot they gave him wore off.

So thats my scary near death experience. The happy ending is that I managed to get myself in a taxi, spent three days in detox, six weeks in an outpatient treatment program, and several months trying to find my Higher Power in AA meetings, and have now been sober 10 months and three weeks. Later I would read that Heath Ledger died from a lethal combination of Ativan, Ambien, and Alcohol.

[CDarklock]

The single scariest experience I have ever had was one day, when I went outside to have a cigarette, I could hear some sort of thin squealing sound. I wandered down the deck stairs at one end, and around to the stairs at the other, whence it seemed to be coming.

There, where the squealing had stopped, I saw two chipmunks. One had it's face buried in the other's belly, and as I approached, it looked up at me.

Its face was covered in blood. It was eating the other chipmunk's entrails, and the other chipmunk was still twitching. The squealing had been the dying chipmunk screaming with all its might at being eaten alive.

I had trouble sleeping for a week.

[Brutal Mustang]

Its face was covered in blood. It was eating the other chipmunk's entrails, and the other chipmunk was still twitching. The squealing had been the dying chipmunk screaming with all its might at being eaten alive.

I had trouble sleeping for a week.

Damp! That is scary!

[lakotagirl]

Also, I've been thrown off a few horses, and no doubt will continue to be thrown off horses now and then ... but that typically happens fast, so there is little anxiety.

No, the thrown part happens too fast to be scary. The real scary part is sitting in the emergency room, in too much pain to move, waiting for the doctor to tell you that you have four broken ribs.

And HOPING that you have the strength to go on vacation because you are going to let NOTHING ruin hubby's vacation. (Can you give me double the normal amount of pain pills, please?)

Actually, I've been told that last summer was the best vacation because I had very few inhibitions.... Drugs can be fun.

[HeronW]

One afternoon, jr year HS, found out my BF had shot and killed his sister, his friend had gone with him the night before, shot at and missed the BF's parents. I knew them all. I spent that summer very quiet, not going out, not reading the papers for fear I'd see something on him, on them.

[Broadswordbabe]

Getting a sudden violent pain in my leg about an hour after hearing about thrombosis for the first time...(it wasn't, but I remember asking 'does anyone know how far it is to the hospital?' and my voice sounding as though it were coming from about 3 feet to the left). Shades of Three Men in a Boat, though it wasn't funny at the time.

Being on a school trip to Italy when I was sixteen, getting separated from the rest of the group and some men first trying to charm us then giving up on the charm and trying to physically pull me and my friend into their car. I burst into loud, ugly sobs of terror. Would shame me now, but seemed to work at the time. They got all panic-stricken and drove off. I shook for an hour.

Realising, halfway up a Scottish mountain, that the fog was coming in and I was so scared of heights that having got to that point through sheer desire to be a good sport, I couldn't actually move. Up, down, or sideways. On a path that was now invisible beyond three feet.
What was supposed to be a four hour walk took twelve, with my boyfriend of the time coaxing me all the way. I was literally clinging to grass-blades, and when we got down (it was dark) I did a Pope and kissed the road. I've never been so glad to be back on level ground in my life.

Oh, and a stupid doctor who should have been retired before he hit senility scaring me to death with a breast-cancer misdiagnosis in my 30's. Working out who I was going to have to tell including my (elderly and frail) parents was probably the worst part.

Dreaming of trying to rescue my family from an attack by giant demon dogs, waking up with my heart pounding, turning the light on, going, thank god it was a dream, and having one of the demons come crashing through the bedroom door, blowtorch eyes and all.

False waking is ******* horrible.

[Carlene]

My boyfriend died quite young but kept coming back to stand at the end of my bed now and again. He never said anything, just stood there. Once I married my husband, he disappeared and never came back. He was 10 years older than me and always very protective, so I figured that he was still doing his thing, watching over me. Once he knew I was happily married, his job was done and he left.

The other scary thing was running into a cement wall while riding a scooter in Bermuda! I"m still not sure how I managed that but have the scars to prove it.

Carlene
www.themysterystartshere.com (http://www.themysterystartshere.com)

[Brutal Mustang]

No, the thrown part happens too fast to be scary. The real scary part is sitting in the emergency room, in too much pain to move, waiting for the doctor to tell you that you have four broken ribs.

And HOPING that you have the strength to go on vacation because you are going to let NOTHING ruin hubby's vacation. (Can you give me double the normal amount of pain pills, please?)

Actually, I've been told that last summer was the best vacation because I had very few inhibitions.... Drugs can be fun.

Amazingly, I haven't broken anything yet. Knock on wood.

[Kerr]

Dreaming of trying to rescue my family from an attack by giant demon dogs, waking up with my heart pounding, turning the light on, going, thank god it was a dream, and having one of the demons come crashing through the bedroom door, blowtorch eyes and all.

False waking is ******* horrible.

Not sure why, but this reminded me of a time when I was young waking up. I felt something very hard and cold under my face. I couldn't imagine what it could be, so half asleep, I reached up like a blind person to feel the thing. It felt a little mushy and bony at the same time, with several long, bonier things coming out of it. I still could figure it out, so I grabbed a hold of it as I raised my head to look.

It was a hand! A cold, dead hand!

I screamed and threw it away from me--except it went only as far as my shoulder allowed, then bounced back and flopped down beside me. I was laughing like a nut-case when my mother came hurrying in to see what was wrong.

[zahra]

Boy, I've led a sheltered life!

Seriously, some of these stories are so harrowing I'm getting the heebeejeebees. Like a hypochondriac reading a medical book, I am now convinced I, too, am going to step on a snake/run into a serial-killer/have a gun shoved in my face/see dead boyfriends/ er...scare myself with my own hand. (Kerr, you muppet!):)

In reality, I've only been terrorized by my own imagination, from nightmares (yeah, complete with false waking) to the time I thought my wardrobe was haunted but it was only a thread caught on my button making my clothes fall down, to the time I awoke to hear scratching at my bedroom door and almost jellified with fear til I remembered I'd taken a cat in for the night, to stop him being eaten by foxes. Sheesh.

[alleycat]

I almost flew into another plane during my third solo flight (his fault, not mine). Stupid me, for a second I tried to find the brake pedal.

[althrasher]

For me, it was being home alone my Sr. year of high school on Halloween and someone came to my door holding a gun. I ran to the back of the house, called 911, and sat in the shower stall for the next 20 minutes until the cops got there. We found muddy footprints in my kitchen and the door was cracked open, but the guy didn't' stay. Scared me shitless.

[Dommo]

Being a 7 year old child and watching my mother die of leukemia. The worst part wasn't the effects on her body(which were horrific) but that the doctors had her so doped up that she couldn't remember my name. Being a kid, and having your mother not recognize you is probably amongst the worst feelings you can have.

Besides that she was in such agony, that she used to beg my father to kill her, and I can still recall that. I still remember her asking my father to get a gun and take her out back and put her out of her misery. Of course my father didn't do anything, but I've talked to him in recent years, and he did tell me he seriously considered helping her die because she was in so much pain. I still feel that if I was in the same situation as my mom, I'd probably have done the same thing.

[shawkins]

My wife's doctor called:

"The results of your MRI are in. We need to talk. Can you come in tomorrow? You should bring your husband."

[Βοανηργες83]

The movie theater I work at is haunted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can tell you about buckets being thrown up against walls to balloons floating...nothing too scary about that right...WRONG...they were floating with a weight attached to them!!! Recently, I was going to start a movie and behind me I saw these flashing lights...as if someone was using the flash-bulb on a camera...there was no one there!!! SPOOKY STUFF!!!!

[aonarach]

1. watching my (ex)stepfather throw my mom on the bed, straddle her, hold a pillow over her face with one hand, then begin choking her with the other hand. when she stopped struggling, he got off of her and called the hospital where he worked and had her committed because she was "dangerous to herself and others." visiting her in the psych ward over the next few weeks, seeing her that drugged up, was almost as disturbing.

2. realizing one night that i was trying to drink myself to death, then pouring another drink...and another and another for the next year. (sober just over 2 1/2 yrs now!)

3. flipping my car off the side of the road where it landed on the driver's side. a t-bar (a 4 ft long metal pole) smashed through the driver side window, pinning me back against the seat, but somehow NOT hitting me. i walked away from the accident with only minor injuries, and was not even really scared until the next day (when the shock wore off).

[lakotagirl]

1. watching my (ex)stepfather throw my mom on the bed, straddle her, hold a pillow over her face with one hand, then begin choking her with the other hand. when she stopped struggling, he got off of her and called the hospital where he worked and had her committed because she was "dangerous to herself and others." visiting her in the psych ward over the next few weeks, seeing her that drugged up, was almost as disturbing.

Oh man! I can handle a lot of things. But it's hard for me to hear stories of kids having to watch this sh_t. That is one of the top ten scary things in life - to be a kid and watch what horrible things people are capable of.

3. flipping my car off the side of the road where it landed on the driver's side. a t-bar (a 4 ft long metal pole) smashed through the driver side window, pinning me back against the seat, but somehow NOT hitting me. i walked away from the accident with only minor injuries, and was not even really scared until the next day (when the shock wore off).

I know what you mean about not being scared until the next day. Two years ago, I was heading into town on my weekly errand run. I came over a hill and right in front of me was a cow. I slammed on my brakes and got the car stopped. The cow was smack dab in the middle of the road. It was in a dip - so people from either way couldn't see it until they were right there.

I thought to myself, "I gotta find a way to get that cow off the road or someone will come flying over that hill and get killed."

I had barely had the thought when a minivan came flying over the hill. I'm still stopped in my lane. There is no traffic behind me.

The minivan hit her brakes and was laying rubber ..... and right behind her was a semi. He hit his brakes and, trying to avoid her, he moved into my lane. He was starting to jack knife, still coming towards me in my lane.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting in the opposite ditch.

I don't remember putting the car in reverse and backing across the road. But I do remember the tires of the semi as he slid past my window.

We all stopped with no collision. The lady in the mini van and I got out. The semi driver sat in his truck for four or five minutes and then just drove away (He probably needed to go home and change skivvies)

The lady and I managed to round up the cow and call the owner. When we were done, I went back to my car, got in and started shaking. I picked up my cellphone, called my husband, couldn't talk because I was crying too hard.

While he is getting more and more worried asking "What's wrong? Are you OK?", I opened the car door and puked all over the road.

[AnnaC]

*Having my mother beat the living hell out of me almost weekly until I got taller than her. Her telling me and my brother she was going to run the car into a tree and kill us, and swerve towards one. When she held a butcher knife to my neck.

*Watching the front grill of a Toyota Corolla drift completely over in our lane and come straight towards us at 60mph. It was a 110mph impact. The jaws of life couldn't get me out. I was stuck for over 30 minutes. The airflight crew told my family to call our minister--I wasn't expected to live. I was crushed from the waist down, spent a month in the trauma unit, and six months totally bed-ridden. The docs telling me they weren't sure if I'd ever walk again.

*Getting the phone call that four of my family members had been killed together in a car accident when someone ran a red-light.

*Having my dad tell me he had lung cancer. The tumor was attached to his pulmonary artery. Surgery and chemo failed. Mom buried him on what would have been their 26th wedding anniversary.

*Waking up in the middle of the night and thinking that I saw a dark, robed figure at the end of the bed. Thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me, turned over to go back to sleep, and reached out to touch my sleeping husband for comfort. As soon as I touched him he yells out, sits up, and swears he saw a dark robed figure at the end of the bed. I turned on the light after that.

[scfirenice]

I've had 2 that rank together. First one was July 4th 1992 and I was scuba diving with friends off West Palm Beach, Fl. We were doing a drift dive on a day when we probably shouldn't have been out at all. We were all experienced divers, but sometimes that's when you make the mistakes. The lead diver hooked the line on a rock, jerking it from my hand (I was bringing up the rear). The currents were so rough that by the time I surfaced, I was quite far from our dive boat and my friend on deck didn't hear my rescue whistle. I quickly floated away from the boat and into the middle of the ocean. after floating in the hot summer sun for over 4 hours, I was rescued by a small cruiser and was so panicked and confused by heat and dehydration that I grabbed their railing, refusing to let go and actually broke it. Turns out I was miles and miles from where I started. Not fun.

The second was July 16th 2006, the day my twin boys were born. I woke to the most excrutiating pain I had ever felt in my life that lasted about 20 minutes. It hurt so bad that I couldn't make noise come out to get help (hubby was asleep elsewhere cause I snored like a sailor) When the pain passed I got up and my water broke only it wasn't water, it was pure blood. As a Labor and Delivery nurse, I knew I had less than 7 minutes to get those babies out if my placenta had completely abrupted. My house looked like I had gutted a deer in it. My husband raced me to the hospital where I had an emergency c-section and 2 healthy babies, but boy those few minutes in between were the worst in my life!

[DL Hegel]

Thanks for sharing --the scariest things are the ones we can't control.I've had 2 that rank together. First one was July 4th 1992 and I was scuba diving with friends off West Palm Beach, Fl. We were doing a drift dive on a day when we probably shouldn't have been out at all. We were all experienced divers, but sometimes that's when you make the mistakes. The lead diver hooked the line on a rock, jerking it from my hand (I was bringing up the rear). The currents were so rough that by the time I surfaced, I was quite far from our dive boat and my friend on deck didn't hear my rescue whistle. I quickly floated away from the boat and into the middle of the ocean. after floating in the hot summer sun for over 4 hours, I was rescued by a small cruiser and was so panicked and confused by heat and dehydration that I grabbed their railing, refusing to let go and actually broke it. Turns out I was miles and miles from where I started. Not fun.

The second was July 16th 2006, the day my twin boys were born. I woke to the most excrutiating pain I had ever felt in my life that lasted about 20 minutes. It hurt so bad that I couldn't make noise come out to get help (hubby was asleep elsewhere cause I snored like a sailor) When the pain passed I got up and my water broke only it wasn't water, it was pure blood. As a Labor and Delivery nurse, I knew I had less than 7 minutes to get those babies out if my placenta had completely abrupted. My house looked like I had gutted a deer in it. My husband raced me to the hospital where I had an emergency c-section and 2 healthy babies, but boy those few minutes in between were the worst in my life!

[DL Hegel]

What is the scariest first hand experience you have ever had? It can be anything. Like time your psychotic soon to be ex-boyfriend drove really fast in his car (with you in it), kept kissing his gun and professing his undying love for you. Or the time your grandmother made you wear a PINK taffeta dress to a school dance. or whatever.


kicking this thread just for the heck of it.

[brokenfingers]

It’s kinda funny and I realize that most of you won’t believe it, but that’s okay. But reading this thread bought back so many memories, I figured, to hell with it, why not? So I’ll share some “scary” experiences I’ve had:

I was stabbed in the stomach once. (Actually, it was around the belt line and I now have two bellybuttons.)

I was shot at while going down a street in reverse with the pedal to the metal. (I didn’t think it was that big a deal until the next day the cops tracked me down to investigate and pointed out the bullet holes in my truck that I hadn’t noticed.)

The brakes went out in a semi I was driving just as I exited down an offramp off a bridge.

I’ve had a gun pointed at me twice. (Not counting the truck shooting incident.)

I fell off a waterfall and was thought dead for a minute.

I was hit by a car and woke up in a hospital.

I was once attacked by some weird punks wielding samurai swords. (They were actually attacking someone else, a stranger, and I rushed to their defense. I never did find out what that was all about.)

Someone was shot and killed in front of me.

Watched a guy get stabbed in the neck with a broken beer bottle once.

Like I said, many probably won’t believe this is all real, but, oh well. The funny thing is there’s more! Hahahaha!

Life sure has been interesting, especially when I was younger.

[thethinker42]

I have 2.

1: When my brother's truck slid off an embankment in the snow. I knew that road well, and I knew it was about 100 feet down. Fortunately, we got stuck on the rootbase of a tree and didn't roll OR go all the way down.

2: Being approached by someone and being almost certain he was going to pull a gun on me. In that same moment, realizing that there's only one place for me to run (around the side of the building) and that his companions, who I had seen previously, were nowhere in sight...which meant they were likely behind the building, where I would have run. I'm 99% certain he had a gun, but for whatever reason, he decided not to pull it. I walked off the job after that.

[StevenJ]

Wow, you people are all very brave - I'm not sure that I'd be able to cope with many of the incidents/situations you've described.

I was expecting this thread to be filled with first-hand experiences of hauntings and the like. Here's mine:

My father worked away from home for a while, and on occasional weekends I'd stay with him. He lodged in an old (early 19thC) house, complete with 'alarms' to notify former servants that their assistance was required - I'm sure you can imagine the type of place. It had been used, in the past, as a lodging house for miners working at the local mine (long-closed by then).

One night, I crept downstairs to get a drink. Halfway down the stairs, a man in a miner's 'outfit' emerged out of the darkness. He held a kind of light or lantern in his hand yet somehow it didn't illuminate the surroundings at all, even though the lantern was lit. He put a finger to his lips, as if to silence me, then vanished. Gulp.

[HoraceJames]

August 24, 1992: Hurricane Andrew. The sounds of the wind, (they say there were gusts up to 200 mph) of things hitting the side of the house, BIG things, 70 foot pine trees snapping off and hitting the ground... two bedroom windows broke, water running in, the interior walls quaking. We ended up laying under couch cushions. First time I had doubts about surviving the night.

[donroc]

A moose tried to kill me once.

This is the actual one.

http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r33/rugcat/062107d.jpg

And Palin rescued you? :D

[Nakhlasmoke]

I was hitching through Hillbrow (a very dodgy and dangerous part of Johannesburg) with my partner. This van pulls up and it's just one guy so we drunkenly reckon it'll be fine.

I sit in the passenger seat, my partner is in the seat behind me. Then I casually look down to see a rifle between me and the driver. I'm still processing this when the guy says to me in a thick Afrikaans accent. "Yes, This is for killing kaffirs with." (for those who don't know this is on par with some guy saying I use this rifle to kill niggers - yeah, it's that bad)

I'm freaking.

Before I can say anything he pulls out a second gun - some kind of pistol - and says "If that doesn't get them, then this will."

I'm gabbling at this point. "Oh hey, this is cool, uh thanks so much for the lift you can drop us off here" In the middle of Hillbrow, not the safest place for two trashed white kids. We get out and start running, and I turn back to see he's grabbed some hapless bystander and is holding the rifle to him and screaming.

I don't know what happened after that, we didn't hear any shots, basically you've never seen two pisscats sober up that quickly, nor run so fast.

Anyway, next week I was hitching to the club again. Hmmm. Basically I'm a slow learner.

[donroc]

February 1954 on a troop ship to Bremerhaven. A severe storm in the Atlantic buffeted the ship and caused it to list seriously from side to side. Lifeboats were available for only 1/3 of the men and crew. Later, we learned that if the ship had listed 2.5 degrees to either side, it would have capsized.

Spring break in Palm Springs, 1953. A half dozen of us from Cal linked up with coeds from UCLA and USC for a night weenie-roast and transient romnce in the desert outside of town, a place selected by one of the girls who was a local.

A group of 30+ local guys appeared over the dunes looking for a fight because they thought we had stolen their girls during a party thrown by the son of a movie mogul at which they were prevented form attending. Some had chains and other metal objects. Typically their leader was a runt named Little Reuben. Before the local girl convinced them we were from Cal (plus showing our SB cards) and not from Hollywood, two of our group were hit but wisely did not fight back. It was one of those potential lose-lose situations that ended with their apologies. Whew.

No supernatural experiences though.

[Kerr]

I'm so glad to see this up again. I find these everyday undebated experiences truly terrifying and would happily tackle a ghost instead anytime. Anyone else?

[Thump]

Having a heart attack and not being able to call for help (my parents were three meters away behind just one closed door).

I was lying in bed one night and saw this bright yellowish orange silhouette standing by the side of the bed. It was through the bed (and my abomen) and as it did, my body froze in some of the worst pain I've ever been through. Cold but burning if you see what I mean. Couldn't breathe the time it took to get to the other side of the bed. It looked both ways as if hesitating where to go then double back and went through my thighs. Same pain. I crashed and slept fitfully until the next day. My sister (whose room was next to mine) came to me in the morning and told me she'd seen a yellow "shadow" walk by the foot of her bed.

Yeah, since then I've been open-minded about the possible existence of ghosts. People may laugh but until it's proven that they don't exist, I'm willing to believe they might.

[Rabe]

3) Women who are battered are NOT losers


This one needs to be blown up to like a millions size pica font, writ in large glowing blue neon and floated above EVERY town.

With the ancillary truth being floated below it:

"But those who do batter ARE losers! Lose them!"

Rabe...

[rhymegirl]

Yeah, since then I've been open-minded about the possible existence of ghosts. People may laugh but until it's proven that they don't exist, I'm willing to believe they might.

My "scary" experience is more like yours than some of the others posted in this thread.

I was sitting in my car holding a tiny picture in my hands, totally focusing on the person in the picture, sort of rubbing the picture while holding it tightly between my palms.

And after a few minutes of this: It disappeared.

And I mean disappeared into thin air. I looked everywhere in the car, on my lap, on the floor, everywhere and it was simply gone.

I have never found it again.

[rsmccoy]

I've come close to kicking the bucket a couple of times, but nothing scared me as much as seeing my 8-month old daughter spit up blood.

My mind went absolutely blank. I was terrified. We rushed her to the hospital and were later relieved to find out that it was somewhat common and not life threatening. She had thrown up hard a couple of times because she was sick and apparently small blood vessels in her throat had hemorrhaged and mixed with her formula which made it look like she was puking up about a quart of blood.

I would rather not ever top that one. I never felt truly helpless until I became a parent.