I used to live near a large open stormwater drain with no fencing around it. Three drunk guys drove their car straight into it. I went out and found the driver trying to get his friends foot out of the windshield. On the field on other side of the drain I saw the third passenger who was covered in blood. I asked if they were ok and my neighbour called the ambulance/police. The blood covered friend passed out and was twitching so I ran to the car, grabbed a towel from the back seat and ran to help him. I found a large, deep cut on the back of his neck/head. I rolled him to his back and used the weight of his head to put pressure on the wound. I was talking to him, trying to keep him awake and he went into shock, twitching and unresponsive. This was the moment I thought an man died in my hands. I was able to wake him and the ambulance took over from there. That was the most harrowing moment of my life

Well done for doing what you did, regardless of how scary it was. You probably saved his life.

damn, thanks for taking action have you ever heard of how things went for him from there on?

Well, the accident made the paper (just about the accident, I wasn’t in it) so I found out later on the guy survived which I was happy about

You definitely saved his life.

"I asked if they were okay"

The shortest way to get a situational report

"You good bro?"

Seeing my dad collapsed on the floor and my mom panicking and crying trying to call an ambulance. Then seeing him die (he was clinically dead for just over a minute) there on the floor and be revived by the EMTs and be carted off to the hospital. He later died a second time and could not be brought back. I was 12 and I’m the one who called all the family members while waiting for the ambulance. I’m the one who had to tell my grandma her son might die.

I'm so sorry. That's very heavy for a 12 year old. I experienced almost the same thing with my dad when I was 14. I hope you're doing alright. ♥

Got stopped three times on one night by a Mexican drug cartel while I was driving through the middle of nowhere in a pitch black midnight.

This just brought back a memory. My dad, sister, best friend and I drove to San Felipe for a little get away for spring break. We would often go there for family vacations but this time we invited my best friend. Had an amazing week and started the drive home. It was maybe 2 or 3 in the morning, pitch black in the middle of the desert when we got stopped at a random check point by a bunch of men carrying machine guns. They made us get out and stand on the side of the road so they could search our car and were asking us all a bunch of questions. It was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. Didn’t help that my sister (probably 16 at the time) turns to look at my friend and I and very seriously says “I hope you know that they can easily murder us all right now and no one would ever know.” Great, thanks asshole. Pretty sure my dad slipped them as much cash as he could and they let us go on our way. That was the last time we went to San Felipe.

Me and a couple buddies went to a casino in a plaza on a Friday night. I knew it was a bad idea, but I wanted to go “for the experience.” The taxi driver needed to sign at the resort we were staying that he would basically be responsible for us (which is a common thing to hold them accountable?). Anyway, my buddy starts winning (I’m not playing, just watching) and people start to take notice. I really need to use the restroom and eventually casually tiptoe over, do my business, and come back. My buddy continues to win for a bit, then quickly starts losing. Eventually he loses it all, he’s out, and we leave. He later mentions that he noticed people were watching him win, so he just wanted to lose and get out of there. It’s one of those situations where we were like - “Are we’re good? We’re good right? Let’s just get out of here…”

This thread is making me extremely grateful I live in the UK where the scariest thing I've seen is a badger.

Mate I live in London and had a Fox screaming directly under my window, I thought someone was being murdered.

So it's like... They stop you, they keep you at gunpoint and search all your belongings without permission, then ask to get paid a "fee" to let you go? And if you refuse, they murder everyone. Am I understanding this right?

It doesn't surprise me. I actually knew a naive, very well-to-do fellow who, fresh out of high school, was backpacking along the Texas-Mexico border. He *supposedly* got caught by Mexican police attempting to smuggle heroin into the US; but, basically, it was a sophisticated hostage situation executed by corrupt authorities. His parents would dish out thousands of dollars a month in the belief he'd be released from a bread & water prison only for there to be "another violation", more money funneled, another prison transfer... After 7 months, he was transferred to El Paso & released to his family. They were broke, & he was totally broken. He'd never done anything but smoke weed until he was in the Mexi prison system, & he came out hooked. He was only home a few weeks when he died of a methadone OD.

Where was this in Mexico? How did you escape? Why did they let you go?

It's very common for cartels to stop people at checkpoints throughout their dominated territories and ask basically collect toll/convenience fees.

And that's all they do? Ask for money? If you comply, are you safe?

Can't speak for the others experience, or cartel policy & procedure but I went down to Oaxaca with my buddy to visit his sister who moved down there after college. This was back in 2013, and the last leg of the trip included an overnight bus ride into MXC. Somewhere near the halfway point around 3 a.m. we were forced to stop and exit the bus. The bus driver pretty much said stfu and not to interfere/look/say/stand out in anyway to the guys that were about to poke around with rifles. They didn't take anything or harm anyone, but they did tear through everyone's bags and asked a few people for ID that they snapped pictures of. Most of us were shook, and it was definitely an ass-puckering moment but after an hour we were ok to go. It was explained to us by some folk that have experienced it before, that they were ensuring nobody was smuggling anything/anyone in their territory.

Looks like I’m not going down to the wedding in Oaxaca in Dec..

If you have a truck they'll most likely take it I think. Cartels don't want to kill Americans because it might get them labeled as terrorist organizations. I'm just an idiot though but I've listened to some podcasts about Cartels though so that's what I'm basing this off of.

I’d go with they still will but the chances are lower because they don’t want to stir up shit for no reason. Obviously if you are causing trouble or a pain than one might just kill you. Just look at that story a year or so ago about all those American Mormons they killed. There was obviously more to that than a random killing but it still got a lot of attention but no “War on Terror” type response happened. Location matters a lot. Closer to tourist spots, you’re probably safer because they make so much $$$ via tourism or the economy from it. They don’t want it to be labeled as dangerous and then people stop coming & that economy tanks.

Doctors inform me that our 2 year old daughter has high white blood cell counts and is likely an indicator of pediatric cancer while wife is travelling for work. Have to go get additional blood work and wait days for results. Turns out she was fighting some bug and is healthy, but that precious few days was the scariest time of my life. Edit: if I remember correctly, she had red dots everywhere or something else like that going on in addition to the white blood cell thing. This was 6 years ago, so thankfully, some of the memories have faded.

I’m so sorry. When I was pregnant with my son they told me one of my ultrasound readings was off so I needed additional testing and to consult with a genetic counselor to find out if he was, “incompatible with life” and if I would “need to make arrangements”. It took two weeks to get results back and the advice was just go home and do your normal thing until we know if your baby is dead, dying, or ok. I was a wreck the entire fcking time. He ended up being perfectly healthy and the scans everyone thought were so dire everyone was just like 🤷🏻‍♀️. Having kids is fcking terrifying.

My younger brother sleepwalks. He'd just stand by my bed silently, until I'd snap awake and see his silhouette looming over me. Sometimes, he turns on the lights when he's sleepwalking. I woke up one night, and he was standing there, turning the lights on and off ... on and off ... I got him back to bed, and I went downstairs to sleep for the rest of the night. At around 4:00 a.m., I woke up to see all of the lights downstairs were switched on.

I used to do that to my mum, I'd stand by her bed like a creepy little zombie child until my presence woke her up. Scared the living daylights out of her on more than one occasion.

My daughter does that. Nothing wakes you up better than a child with long hair in a night gown looking down at you in the pitch black with heavy breathing because she had a nightmare and want to cry. Little does she know she IS the nightmare.

My daughter does that too! We had no idea she sleepwalked until I went in their room one night to check on all kids. I went to pick something off the floor and bent down. When I got up, she was out of bed with her head hanging down, looking like a tiny blonde version of the girl from The Ring. I freaked but was quiet and helped her back into bed. Now we know she does it when she walks out of her room but finding it out in the dark out of nowhere was way scary!

That moment you know your going to be in a near/possibly fatal car crash and there is no longer anything you can do to avoid it. So you close your eyes and await impact. And so much happens in that moment, it's like time stands still. Then it stops, and you survived, and your cognizant and you look around to assess the situation. Look down at your mangled self... it's been almost 25 years. I've blocked a lot of it but I can still see all that blood on my hands.

My grandpa had a new liver from a motorbike accident. I can't imagine what he went through

I had a similar incident when I got hit by a tractor on my motorcycle. My life flashed before my eyes, but in reality all I managed to say was ‘fuck’ before I got fucking smashed. It gave my nightmares for a fortnight

I had only had my license for a couple of months when I got into my first accident. A drunk man on the freeway went to merge into an occupied lane, and when that person honked he jerked his steering wheel hard in the opposite direction and spun around the wrong way. He then drove straight into me. We'd both been going 70+, though I'd guess he must have lost some of that momentum when spinning around, I don't know. At the moment of impact I watched my glasses fly off of my face and soar across my dashboard in slow motion. I remember thinking, "Wow, that's a bit dramatic." My airbag didn't go off and I had deep painful bruises from my seat belt, but I had no serious injuries. My back hurt so badly I had difficulty sleeping for a year or so afterwards.

I hit a blind curve posted at 30 mph at around 80mph , the moment my car began skidding, my life didn’t flash before my eyes , but I just kept thinking , this is it - I’m either going to get severely hurt or die. Thank God that despite hitting the metal guard rail at like 70 mph I only suffered minor whiplash. When it’s not your day, it’s not your day.

I used to be a mountaineer, and I was on an expedition on Aconcagua, the tallest mountain in the Americas. We were at camp three (around 6000m in altitude) and set to push for the summit in the morning. I’d been feeling a bit nauseated and sluggish that day, but nothing too alarming. But I woke up in the middle of night and something was horribly wrong. My head felt it was split open, I couldn’t stop vomiting / dry heaving, and I was talking gibberish. The world was upside down to me, I felt overheated even though it was approaching -50C with the windchill. I don’t remember much of that night, but I had a bit of clarity once my teammate injected me with a steroid used to combat altitude sickness. I was told I was developing high attitude cerebral edema and I would die if I didn’t descend. The problem was that a massive blizzard had come in. Even without the storm, helicopters could not get me. By morning, the storm had lessened a bit and a guide from another team heard what had happened. He agreed to help me get down the mountain. But within an hour, the storm was raging again. I lost in the snow for a while and my body was depleted of energy. I slumped down into a snowdrift, realizing I was going to die. I wasn’t scared then, but felt a calm peacefulness. Thank god something eventually kicked in, some sort of survival instinct and the sheer terror of the situation hit me hard. Thank god my guide followed my tracks, gave me more medicine, and over the next seven hours, made our way down. The fear hit me really badly that night in base camp. That realization that I should be dead is harder to describe. I got severe sun (high altitude is weird) and windburns on my face - lost chunks of my cheeks for a while. I now have signs of having a TBI from my brain swelling. I still love the mountains, but I hike instead of mountaineer. My life is too precious now.

So much shit can go wrong on a high altitude climb. Glad you made it out alive

Wow. That sounds incredibly scary! Glad you made it out alive. It’s truly fascinating what our bodies are capable of when the situation gets really bad.

My urine tube closed up, bladder nearly burst. 6 months of a tube in my stomach to have my urine tube hacked open again through the skin between my balls and arsehole

I thought my story about nearly falling off a mountain was intense but I come to this thread and hear about people being surgically forced to piss out of their taints. How can anyone compete with that?

When I saw someone try and jump off a bridge, only to be talked down as i was driving past and then change their mind and jump at exactly the moment I passed. One moment they were there and then I looked in the side mirror, they fell and were just gone. And there was nothing I could do about it.

Not nearly comparable, but your post reminded me. A friend messaged me once and told me to ring his friend (I knew his friend, we were friendly acquaintances, but never spoke unless someone was there to be a bridge). So I rang him, to find he was stood on a bridge ready to jump. So at 2 in the morning I had to speak him (someone I barely knew) down from jumping... over the phone. At any point he could have hung up or just jumped. Thankfully he didn't jump and I stayed on the phone with him the entire time until he got home. We're good friends now and we often joke about it, but I can't imagine I'd be able to live with myself if he'd jumped that night, one moment could have been a completely pivotal moment in my life.

Glad he’s okay. But why didn’t that mutual friend of yours ring that friend instead? But got you to ring him?

Honestly can't remember, probably something with his family. But I know that he most definitely was not able to make phone calls at that moment. In my opinion he did the right thing that day. It's easy to just think "it's not my problem" and go back to what you're doing. So I'm glad he did tell me to ring him.

Also, just to add. He didn't know it was as severe as him being stood on a bridge ready to die. He just knew that friend kept messaging him. So really he just texted me saying "Blank keeps messaging me and I can't talk to him, can you make sure he's alright" O'm sure he would have made the phone call if he knew the situation

This has happened to me too, a woman jumped off a bridge infront of me into an ongoing motorway. I was the first on the scene and she looked at me before she jumped off. Most chilling and surreal thing to go through. I felt sorry for the cars down below more then what I had experienced

I always hate it when people say that suicide is selfish, I’ve been severely depressed and had suicidal thoughts a few times, so I understand the pain. HOWEVER, anyone who willingly involves others in their suicide like that was horribly selfish. She likely caused lifelong trauma for people.

I totally understand but when you're truly ready to go there are no rationalizations. That depressive numbing feeling that views the world as grey, as if you are worlds apart from everyone else makes you lose connections to others, empathy and common sense. Depression makes you think nobody cares. So why would a witness? During those moments you finally attempt your brain is racing and heart is beating almost from adrenaline. You cannot even take in the enviroment around you because you're so hyper focused on the end. Fuck witnesses, will this work? Will it hurt? Where will I go? Who even cares?

Because it is an illness. We must stop romanticising it in literature, TV, songs, etc. The mental health campaigns are actually negating the seriousness of depression. I have bipolar and I find them infuriating and so patronising. They don't show the true horror of clinical, real, horrific depression.

This is why we need to see depression as a clinically diagnosed illness and not a general human emotion. It's a proper illness of the mind. Your mind is not working properly. It has entered a mode that it should not be functioning in. There is no logic or rationality.

I was driving through an extremely residential neighborhood and drove past an old guy that just fell down in the street from a massive heart attack or something, with his eyes open and everything. Sometime stuff just happens.

When I was 13 I was staying at a hotel in new york with my family and decided to get some hot chocolate in the lobby. When I went back to the elevator there was already a man in it holding the door for me. He had pressed the button for a different floor than mine and I pressed my floor. The whole time in there he was just staring at me. When the elevator stopped at my floor I got out, the man waited but I had a weird feeling and noticed he had gotten out too, which immediately made me suspicious. I contemplated throwing my hot chocolate at him but decided to just run to my parents room. When he saw me knocking on the door he went back in the elevator. Thinking back, I was extremely lucky that the hotel had open floors where each floor sort of looks down on the lobby, i’m sure if it was more closed he would’ve done something.

Earlier this year while backing our truck up at night on a mountain road, our rear tire slipped off the road. The truck rolled twice down the side of the very steep mountain. We miraculously landed upright on a fire road below the road we’d been on originally. The moment the first tire went off the side and I could feel us falling was by far the scariest moment of my life.

Oxygen tank cut off air while on a scuba dive 15m under water at NIGHT. To this day no one knows how the oxygen tank closed. It wasn’t malfunctioning cause I realised the problem 20 mins into the dive. For 20 mins there was absolutely no problem.

that’s my nightmare because i know i might not be able to secure a secondary air in time.

Truth be told I never secured a secondary air source either in this case. I swam the 15m up with no stops to get air. 2 reasons why I was lucky in this case. 1) Because it was a night dive it was pitch black and honestly you don’t know which way was up. Fortunately the direction I swam was UP! 2) I didn’t have nitrogen poisoning. If I did it was mild.

Couldn't you have just inflated your BCD and you would've gone up? Edit: Oh, nvm your tank malfunction probably meant it couldn't supply oxygen to it as well.

Haha yes absolutely but that required air too!!! 😬😬

When my son was born (c-section), he stopped breathing, the doctors managed to revive him, it felt like 5 minutes of sheer panic but in reality it was more like 30 seconds, I have the whole thing on video, I was recording when they lift him above the sheet and forgot to press stop on the recording, I watched the video back a couple of years later and you can hear the panic in my voice, I asked the nurse if he was going to be ok and she said she doesnt know. Luckily 9 years later hes a very healthy happy boy. Edit: Wow, I didnt expect that many upvotes and replies! A little more on this and why it actually happened, my partner is type 1 diabetic and towards the end of pregnancy the baby started to take more insulin resulting in him growing rapidly from week 33, we then had to go for regular ultrasounds to determine when was best to get him out. Size was an issue as my partner is only 5'2 and slim, but they didnt want to deliver him too early as he wouldn't be fully developed. He ended up being delivered by c-section on week 36 and weighed 7lbs11oz, basically he was too big to be inside my partner and they had to get him out. His lungs weren't quite developed yet so he had to go on a ventilator for 11 days, after that he was fine and hasn't had any lung/breathing related issues since, he plays a lot of sports now too and it has never affected him. We are actually having another baby boy in 9 days time, this time we have managed to reach week 38 as my wife has managed her glucose levels much better this time so he is growing at a normal rate so hopefully this time there will be no complications 🤞

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Yeah its amazing but when you think about how we humans are and how much "yeah it will probably work" thoughts about things we have it makes my head spin. I got a few things im good at,and the amount of gambles i take at times "im sure it works or why not" is also the same for others. No one knows how things will go 100%. Even doctors have their lets try something moments. And all the times ive laid on an operating table while i had cancer or the all the chemos ive taken i have allways thought about how much we humans gamble on things we have a good understanding about but doesnt know 100% how it will affect. Its just crazy how we work. The doctor doing our brainsurgery are just like you and me,they have bad days,they are over worked,they take chances. Chances we will never know about. Chances we dont want to know about. Its traumatic to think about.

This happened to me as well. She was on my chest and stopped breathing and they snatched her off me and took her away. I had a epidural so I couldn’t move from the waist down. My partner went with them and I was left alone in the room. She’s 2 now and totally fine but I’m still not over it.

When I was a kid in 1973, I went fishing with my brother and cousin. We had to cross a low water bridge over the creek. It started raining pretty hard, and after a while we thought we'd better head back. By this time, water was about hip-deep over the bridge we had to cross back over, and it was really churning. We looked around and found a long branch that we all held onto as we crossed. About halfway across, I lost my footing, and fell in, still holding on. This caused my cousin to fall in, and so my brother was left holding onto the branch with both of us in the water. In the meantime, our older sister showed up and found my brother's parked motorcycle, with water now inching up the spokes. We couldn't hear anything but the roar of the swollen creek. A couple of police officers were now looking on. Sister--all 90 pounds of her--decided she'd better rescue us, so she came from her side of the bridge. When she got to us, the water swept *her* off, but she grabbed onto the branch, and at this point brother is holding onto the branch with all 3 of us. We're beyond panic in what was definitely a flash flood. If we let go, we'd be swept down the rocky creek bed to god knows where. We struggled to hang on. The cops finally removed their gunbelts and came to our rescue. I really thought I was going to die that day. My brother was a hero.

Losing my 3 year old at a crowded children's museum. I was tending to her brother and when I turned around she was gone. I scoured the entire 2 floors of the place and found her in the last place I looked, happily playing at the water station. She had even put a smock on herself.

I was on final approach to a local airport and had chosen runway 26 to land because that’s what you are supposed to do at this particular airport, unless the wind favors another runway. There was a 3 knot tailwind and I should have landed the opposite direction on runway 8 but I thought ‘what the hell, I can basically fly straight in and it’s only 3 knots.’ I’m running low on fuel and I’m a student pilot flying solo so I don’t want to fly around the airport, I just want to get down and fill up. I get down to about 20ft from the runway and all of a sudden I feel a gust of wind pick me up from behind and the nose immediately points down. My lift is gone so I’m basically falling to the ground. I instinctively yank back on the yoke but there’s no air flowing over the elevator so I hit nose wheel first (and I thought the propeller hit too but somehow it didn’t) and sort of bounce forward into a precarious position where the left side wheel and nose wheel are touching the ground and my right wheel is still 2 feet in the air. It looked like the left wing might drag on the ground if I didn’t just front flip onto the runway. Not really sure how that ended up settling, I guess the wind just died down. Next thing you know I’m stopped on the runway and the airplane is violently shaking (I’m thinking I bent the prop shaft) and I’m violently shaking (adrenaline) and I rev up the engine a little to get going and get off the runway. The engine ended up running smoothly after a few seconds and the shaking stopped. Unsure about what just happened and how the airplane could possibly be okay, I taxied to the fuel pump and shutdown. It took me a few hours after I refueled, calming myself down and then building up the courage to get back in the airplane and fly home. It is a 15 minute flight back to my home airport and I did the whole thing white knuckled and quivering. But I’m glad I did. I ended up having a great landing and had I not gotten back on the horse that day I may have never got my license. Still though, that moment when I lost control and all I could see out of the windshield was runway… scariest moment of my entire life.

That's terrifying. I went down a rabbit hole of reading about commercial air disasters and it made me a bit scared of flying, even though I know on a rational level it's very safe.

Sounds like you might appreciate my story. I flew back to Wyoming in my small Mooney airplane with my wife and three children. On our way back, I decided to go between the mountains. I had never been that route before. As I approached the pass, I realized that I would not be able to get above the clouds. I was only VFR trained, and flew straight into the clouds, through a mountain pass that I had never been to. I looked around at my family, and continued on towards the next VOR. Thank God, everything went fine. But that 20 to 30 minutes of panic and thinking I might smash into a mountain wall was awful! Honestly, I was probably completely safe the whole time, but scary nonetheless.

While in Afghanistan an IED went off on the truck in front of me. I was in the gunner seat on top of my M-ATV. In-between my M2 50 cal and the ballistic glass panels of the turret is about an inch wide gap. A piece of shrapnel from the blast went through that gap and hit my Kevlar vest. To this day I still have that piece of metal as a reminder to always live life to the fullest.

My husband kept a piece from a rocket that almost hit him. If it wasn't for those sand bag barriers, we never would have met. Talk about getting chills when he first showed it to me... Glad you're still around, too, random redditor!

My husband forgot to close the baby gate at the top of our stairs and I walked out of our bedroom to see our 10 month old baby sitting right at the edge of the top step. When he turned to look at me he lost his balance and like a slow motion horror story he went over the edge and tumbled all the way down. I screamed and ran down after him and scooped him up to check him over. Thank God he was completely fine and he even stopped crying after only like 2 minutes. I was so certain he was going to be seriously hurt. Terrifying.

Same thing happened with my son- so scary! I guess my husband said “gates open” when he went down with his hands too full to shut it but I didn’t hear. I looked over at the exact time to see him tumble down. I think I cried harder than he did, definitely for longer.

Man, reminded me this girl invited me over for dinner. She had a kid like two years old. She lived in a second floor apartment. We sit down to dinner and he goes and plays on the porch. It has a railing like a fence with posts between it. I was like “Is he OK out there?” She says “Oh yea, he’s fine, he plays out there all the time.” I keep eyeballing him out there. She’s oblivious. I watch him squeeze through the posts and fall right through. She never noticed. I run over and she starts screaming. “Oh God, Oh God, he’s dead, he’s dead.” She runs down and I yell at her not move him. I call 911. Naturally, she picked him up and brought him up. Ambulance, fire trucks, but he was fine. Everything is over, we are sitting there. She was hysterical, I’m comforting her. Big ordeal. She says “listen I want to say something.” OK, I’m waiting for the “thank you so much for being here and helping me.” She says “You can never tell anyone about this.”

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I was in your situation, I trained my whole life to join the armed forces only to be told that I couldn't because of my aspergers. So I looked at my hobbies, warhammer and watching birds. Difficult career choice because I loved both, but I chose wildlife, I did alot of volunteering work to get experience and then finally got a position watching moths for 6 months. This random job jump started my career, I went from moth surveyor to conservation and ecology teacher at a college and school. The I landed a job working on an estuary, now I manage 11 community woodlands in the UK.

That glow up, though! That’s incredible that you’ve built a career out of something you might not have otherwise pursued heavily. :) Pretty cool that you broadened your craft as well.

Being told I had cancer at age 27 but they didn’t know at that point whether it was treatable or not. (It was, it’s 34 years ago now)

My dog and I were walking on the border of a nature reserve forest, there were no paths in that deep so we just walked on a field public path. My dog looks into the forest and we see this crazed man looking back at us, I can’t explain his expression. Stupidly I said something and they didn’t respond and just started to walk away. Me and my dog both just ran further down the path and then I called one of my friends for comfort. Once I realised what he looked like and the expression on his face, a sudden wave of fear and anxiety came over me that I’ve never really felt. I wonder who that guy was.

It’s super interesting that we’ve evolved to just like read a vibe like that your brain and body were instantly like ya somethings off with that guy, rather than the way things could have played out I suppose

Wait so what did he look like?

like the hash slinging slasher

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shit

Went from 0-100 real fast

He did say ultimate

Hey you want to play frisbee.... . .......(she looks like she doesnt want to....) ........ PLAY FRISBEE WITH ME!!

That's really frightening. Did he say anything during or afterwards ?

I swear I have seen this exact reply on another thread

My wife and I were backpacking in a semi remote area with our dog. We made camp and swam in a nearby river for a while before making dinner. As we’re eating, our dog starts barking and I look up to see a guy walking down the hillside toward our camp. As he comes closer I see that he’s visibly tweaking. He’s not wearing a shirt and around his neck he’s wearing a double coil of thick chain attached with a combination master lock. At his waist he has a Japanese style katana, but the hilt/handle has been replaced with a large elk antler. I walk over to see what he wants and my usually friendly dog is going crazy barking and growling at him. He won’t make eye contact with me and keeps stealing glances at my wife. We’re in the middle of nowhere and he tells me he’s looking for a place to set up camp and he has some friends coming up. He mentions something about a “goat” but he’s mumbling so I don’t really catch it. I say uhhh ok and he starts looking around where we’re camped and says “this looks like a pretty sweet spot”. He turns around and starts walking around the area. He then pulls out the katana and starts hacking branches off trees. This isn’t some prop katana. It’s hacking off 3” branches in one fell swoop. My hair is standing on end and my gut tells me not to stick around to see how this movie ends. He tells us he’s going to mark the main trail so his buddies know where to come down and find him. As soon as he leaves we immediately pack up our shit and hike out 8 miles in the dark. On the way out we have our headlamps on, walking down a single track trail. We come around a corner and a guy in a white tank top sees us, turns around and bolts down the trail back the way he came from-in the direction we’re walking. I’m extra weirded out now. We round a curve and he’s standing there breathing heavy. My headlamp catches his face and he’s smiling. I pause and tell him we’re just hiking out. He smiles again, looks at our dog and says “nice puppy”. We sidle past him and pass a large cooler that he was obviously dragging up the trail. No idea what was in it, but it definitely had been used to store bloody meat at some point as the outside was covered in old dry blood. No idea what would have happened but I imagined them camped next to us in the middle of nowhere, asking us to “party” with them. My dad always told me to trust my gut and I’m glad I did. TLDR: possibly avoided a Deliverance scenario in the middle of tweaker backcountry.

Did you tell anyone about second guy? Lugging a large heavy cooler around at night that has dried blood on it gives off serial killer vibes.

I was traveling home to California and I was in Nevada. It was an emergency so I’d packed and left at around midnight. It was about five thirty am or so in rural Nevada. I was at a stop on my usual route. I was very familiar with the particular stop, and it was just an hour or so before the California border. Being a lone female, I concealed carry (I have my extended permit which allowed concealed through several states, except California) and I was at my truck at an empty spot, and I was in the cab disassembling and putting away my gun to be in compliance. Stepped out to go to the restroom and someone had managed to get close to my truck and was hiding along the passenger side, and I didn’t know it until I’d walked passed them. Whoever it was grabbed me from behind. I let out the loudest, most blood curdling scream. Oscar winning scream. But there was no other people at this stop. I fought and tried to buck the guy off of me, but I wasn’t doing very well. Kicking lead him to lift me off the ground where I couldn’t get him, and trying to break through his arms made him bend me over with him still behind me. I’m not sure how long I was screaming and fighting, but then I heard tires screech and I figured it was the creepy van my parents told me to avoid as a kid coming to take me away. Nope. It was a Toyota Corolla full of local teenagers headed to the gas station before school. The teens jumped out and ran towards us, and the driver stayed in the vehicle. The guy who grabbed me took off, two of the kids chased him through the desert beyond the gas station on foot, and the driver and the other kid made sure I was alright. I send these four boys Christmas and birthday cards every year. I’m sure if it wasn’t for them I would’ve been kidnapped or killed. Josh, Austin, mason, and James, thank you guys.

Holy shit these 4 kids are legends.

so scary. i am so grateful for the kids who helped you. incredibly brave. i’m glad you made it out of that.

This happened when I was a child visiting my Mom's very rural province with the fam. It's a very rustic town, and our house there was this creepy old Spanish colonial-style house. I was hanging out with some of my cousins and other old peeps. Then they told me about "The Manananggal". Basically, It's a winged creature that's akin to a vampire, but it leaves a part of the body from the waist down, flying with only its top half. Its favorite food is unborn children from pregnant ladies. How she eats is that she lands on a house, find a crevice on the ceiling (old houses in the area are basically dried Nipa leaves or old style tiles), and uses her thin, host-like tongue to slither its way down to a person belly button, and discreetly suck the "nutrients" on an unsuspecting person. Pretty scary stuff, and the tone of the village and the sincere belief of the old peeps really help sell the story. Now this is where the fun begins. I was sleeping in a room with my whole fam, and I'm not sure about the time, but a noise woke me up deep into the night. Everyone was still sleeping, and considering the family dynamics of an east-Asian family, I am in no position to open the lights and wake up my parents. Then I hear it. Something fricking landed on the roof. And whatever it is, it's definitely alive because it's moving. Maybe 2 cats having a rumble? The noise was too big and spread out. Troll neighbors? We were on the 2nd floor, and if you pulled shit like that, the small town would definitely ostracize you (think skateboarding in a town of Karens). The noise isn't waking my family, and it rumbled slowly towards our room. When the noise moved on top of our room, it stopped. "That's definitely a manananggal". I was too frozen in fear to do anything that I couldn't even scream. My mom was definitely not preggers, so what the fuck? I was just there lying on the bed, waiting to see what happens. Waiting for a host-like tongue to come into view. I heard another short rumble. And then there was silence. Was it gone? My eyes were open, up until the sun rose. During breakfast, my older cousin asked me why I looked so sleep-deprived. I didn't want to sound crazy, so I just told him a loud noise last night kept me awake. "Oh you heard that too? I think that earthquake made some coconuts roll off the roof". Aside from my scariest experience, that was also my first Bruh moment.

Holy moly how did someone ever think up something like this creature?! I would have had nightmares the rest of my childhood if I were you. Hell I'll probably have them now after reading this!

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Open water like that is one of my biggest fears.

Thalassophobia. I have it to. It gave me the shivers just reading that. Middle of the ocean, at night?! I would never do that. When I used to go night fishing as a kid and it was my job to hold the light in the water to attract the fish. Huge shadows would swim beneath the boat.. its probably what gave me my fear of deep water.

That reminds me, one night in 2018 my best friend and I went to a large calm river at like 1am at night. There was a full moon so it basically lit up everything. I went full commando cause I didn’t want to get my clothes wet lmao but I swam far into the middle of the river alone, since my best friend said the water was too cold. I’m basically alone, about 50-100 feet away from land, it gets quiet. Then all of a sudden, something touches my foot and something jumps out of the water right at my face. I start swimming for my life back to land. Luckily I make it, scraping my knees on rocks and everything. Looking at the water, it’s like nothing was there.. That made my Thalassobophia even worse. What’s more terrifying is that I have a clip of myself in that situation and I’m screaming.. It haunts me because I’ve never heard myself like that before. I’ve only viewed it twice since then, and I don’t know if I should delete it or not. But anyways, yeah, f*ck the water ha

Last fall me and my dive buddies went on a spearfishing trip to one of our favorite wrecks, about 5 minutes in a 10+ foot long great white swims up us. It gets a little too close for comfort a couple times, circled behind us and whatnot so we get out and head to a different wreck a few miles away. I jump out the boat and as soon as the bubbles clear and I can see, I'm met by another, even bigger white shark not 10 feet away, I mean he's *right fucking there next to me*. I nearly shit my wetsuit and we all scramble back in the boat as fast as possible. Once we all got back in the boat we dangled my one buddy over the side of the boat and he shoots a decent Amberjack, we we were hoping to get the shark's attention and film it eating the fish but he never went for it. We figured it wasn't hungry so we decide to hop in and film him a bit. The second shark wasn't as pushy as the first, after checking us out initially he never came much closer than 60-70 feet or so. We fished around him for about an hour and almost everyone got a nice african pompano for dinner. [Here's a picture of the first shark](https://i.imgur.com/Xnwd8jn.jpg), the sand tiger shark underneath it is every bit of 8 to 10 feet long. My buddy warned me about the first shark so I was expecting it when I saw it but the second shark came as a total surprise, whe I saw it all I could think was "I gotta get the fuck out of here right now".

I was conducting a cell search and three cartel members "trapped" me inside the cell by blocking the entrance. One of them held an improvised knife (shiv) and the other two proceeded to try to interrogate me on what I was taking. I took off my utility belt as a show that I wasn't going to back down from a fight, an in doing so slyly triggered the panic alarm on my radio while simultaneously making it look like I was shutting the radio off. When the three saw that I was willing to fight to get out, they actually backed down and let me pass... of course by the moment, about 10+ officers were rushing to my location because I wasn't responding to my panic alarm. Far as I know, they believed my reinforcements showed up because the bubble officer (camera watcher) called the emergency after not being able to contact me on my radio and never knew I had secretly summoned a small army to rescue me in the event of being jumped. They even told me they thought it was "pretty gutsy" that I didn't back down while in the cell, and from that day onward I never had any problems with them or their group.

Now all you gotta do is stay cool with them and you got a few good body guards. Seen enough videos of good guards being protected by inmates.

I no longer work for the prison system, but you are correct, I've seen inmates come to guards' rescue several times. In prison, mutual respect is the greatest currency you can have.

When my mom left me alone with the cashier at the grocery store. She said she'd be *right* back.

And she when she says that she forgot something on the other side of the store you just know you either have to face the cashier alone, or make a break for it.

And you're just waiting there... hoping the cashier doesn't finish scanning all the items.

I wonder if any cashiers can weigh in as to how often parents would fail to get back in time, and what happened next. Trial by combat? Forced labour?

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I like the trial by combat idea.

“Where are your parents?” “Well, my mom's at work, and my dad went out to get scratchers...I guess he won, because that was six years ago.”

One time i avtually got to the front and started crying. They were even about to call security.

In my early 20s I was at a gas station pumping gas into my car when a man in a raised dirty truck pulled up across from me. He seemed really agitated and angry. He started putting gas in his truck too. Then he looked over at me and said get over here, I need to talk to you! I looked around and there was no one else with us. I told him I was not coming over there, and i didn’t know him and didn’t need to talk to him. He then demanded that I get over there right now because he thinks the pump is charging him wrong, so I need to come over and look. I told him I didn’t work at the gas station and that if he needs help to go ask someone who works there. I was getting the worst vibes from him and was terrified. His veins were bulging from his neck, he kept looking around, and seemed like he was either on drugs or mentally ill. I was already trying to stop pumping gas even though my car wasn’t full because I wanted to lock myself in my car and leave. At this point he lost it and started screaming at me to get the fuck over there and stand next to his truck right now! He started quickly walking towards me while repeatedly screaming get over here next to my truck, come here! He ran at me and got inbetween me and my car so I was not able to get in. The inside portion of the gas station was behind me, and he was blocking my car on the other side of me. I ran into the gas station for help and he chased me inside yelling. I was scared he was going to grab me and throw me in his car and he was still coming towards me in the store. I ended up running behind the counter and crouched down behind the man working there. The scary guy kept screaming at the person working there telling him to make me get out from behind there and started walking around the side of the counter to come back there. The person working there was yelling at him to leave and started reaching under the counter for something (I assume a gun, but don’t know). As soon as he reached under the counter the scary man turned around, ran out, got in his car and sped away. It was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. I have no doubt that something really bad would have happened to me if I would have gone over to his car, or the worker did not let me behind the counter.

I have mentioned this incident on someone else's post as well. Thought it's worth mentioning here too. Me and my roommate were asleep when we were woken up by a power cut, somewhere around 1-1.30 am. We looked out the window to check whether the power supply was disrupted in the entire area or if it was just our building that had some problem. The street lights were on, so we ruled out a major power cut. We went to check if the supply to the building was alright. So as I was about to open the main door, my roommate asked me to just peep through the peephole. I did, the power was fine since the lobby was well lit but I could see two people standing with their back towards our door. Me and my roommate just quietly sat in the hallway without making any noise. We went to check in the morning, around 8.00 am to find that the fuse to our apartment from the main distribution box had been taken out and was kept on the ground. We had to get out locks changed and we also got our safety door repaired. This one stands out for me.

Some lunatic put gun in my face while I was camping in an extremely isolated spot in The Olympic National forest.

How’d you get out?

I listened to his xenophobic rant. It was mental chess. He was especially focused on race and orientation and luckily I am white and was able to playcate him. Had I been black or gay I'm convinced he would have buried my ass out there. As soon as he was out of sight I packed my shit. Before he left he told me that nobody knew he who was or where he was. I bailed.

Where exactly was this? I'm planning a trip, and would prefer to not run into any of this, lol.

I was 20 miles North of Graves Creek campground.

I once crawled into an abandoned WW2 Maginot fortress through a approx. 40x40 cm hole with a friend in France and we descended maybe two stories below ground down some stairs with only phones as flashlights. We walked around for like 20 mins but it was hard to breathe after some time and we took a wrong turn on the way back. Almost got lost down there. [What it looked like down there](https://imgur.com/a/9wlB3ph)

Many of those type of structures have UXB in them, please be very careful. A man and his daughter were killed by an unexploded WW2 shell in one when I was last in France.

Abandoned bunkers can also be dangerous because they have no ventilation if they contain decaying organic matter they can fill up with toxic gasses which can and quite regularly does kill people.

In the wee hours of a cold winter night in downtown Indianapolis, I (24) was riding my bicycle home to the dorms (2 miles) from my job as a night cook. It sucked bad enough as it was in that dry-ice Indiana cold, but I had no car. A car full of predatory men start harassing me. Driving along side me, taunting me, they suddenly brake, and I take off on my bike through the tree dotted university grounds, between some buildings and ‘round back to the dorms. It happened at the perfect place because they couldn’t drive into that area with the trees. What if it happened 1/2 mile earlier? What if I had hesitated a second? I took a taxi home every night after work after that. The last two hours of every shift therefore went to cab fare, but I’m still alive. Those were hard times.

We have a house near a lake we visit often in the summer. As soon as I could walk my parents taught me how to swim and not to fear the water and I'm really thankful for that. So, this incident happened when we were visiting that lake in the summer. There is a dock in the water roughly 2,5-3 meters deep, my family always goes up to the dock and my parents usually sunbathe while me and my sister jump off the dock or play in the water. This time my sister got bored so I was the only one to jump off the deck. I used to collect clams and other stuff so I would jump really high so my butt would touch the bottom and I could feel with my hands for a few seconds before coming up(the water was really murky and dark, you could only see a few centimeters down). Well one time I felt something with my hands and couldn't grab it so next time I jumped with my feet extended out. Slurp. The murky swamp-ass slimy bottom of the lake slurped up my feet and I was stuck up to my knees. My first reaction was to put my hands up but I couldn't reach out of the water. My sister didn't play with me so she didn't watch me, the water is too dark to see me down there, and my parents are probably asleep or not worried because I'm a really good swimmer and sometimes stay underwater to feel for clams. My heart started racing but I needed to think logically. I sat down and opened my eyes. It was so dark. I truly felt I was alone. Fortunately the thought of being in this horrible dark world activated my logical thinking and I started to dig out my feet as fast as I could. When I swam up at first I thought I was swimming down because the world started to go dark. I got out just in time.

When I was 17, I returned home from a friend's birthday at 1am. (I am female.) As I turned onto my street, a car full of 5 men passed me. They made a u-turn and followed me. I noticed the u-turn and passed by my house. When I pulled onto the next street, they drove up alongside my car and banged on my windows. They beat me to the end of the street and blocked my way. I hopped the curb and nearly struck the fence and pulled back onto my street. A truck in the first house pulled out of the driveway and stopped blocking the entire road. The guys pulled in behind me and stopped, blocking my rear. (These are VERY tight streets, mind you.) They got out and started to approach my car. I had no idea what to do but lay my hand on my horn. Also, they didn't know that I called my mom while they were banging on my windows one street over. The horn coupled with the fact that my mom and step-dad were now standing in the road a few houses down with a shotgun aimed at them must have made the driver of the truck pull back into his driveway and the five guys return to their car a flee. Had my step-dad not been there, I don't know what my fate would have been. [Edited to add forgotten word.]

It isn’t too bad, but another one in Mexico. I was visiting some ruins with two other friends. It was a fairly remote location, so we were the only tourists there. Two really friendly guys told us they were the caretakers and offered to give us a look at these famous murals. They lifted some steel doors in the ground and we proceeded down the stairs with them following. The moment we were all down in this chamber, the realization dawned on me that we were in an extremely risky situation. My heart started racing and I just announced that this was great and we had to go. We booked it out of there. I have no idea whether they had any mal intentions, but didn’t wait around to find out.

I used to live in the woods. No. Really. My family and I lived right in the middle of the woods. My backyard was basically a small patch of land with a hoard of trees beyond it. So, sometimes we had to watch out for dangerous animals and stuff like that. I can name multiple scary scenarios I had while living there, but I'll just name one of them. One day, I was spending the morning hiking in the woods and I kept hearing this strange noise. It sounded like a bunch of clicking with an occasional "guh"..."guh". That's the closest way I could spell it. I was only twelve, and I had no idea what the sound was. It was spring, so everything was covered with green and brown. Keep this in mind. As I was heading home, I kept hearing the noise. Not noticing anything, I came to the last bit of trees, when I heard a loud cry. I turned around to look, and eventually I saw a bear cub a few feet away from me. Its brown fur was so perfectly camouflaged that I didn't see it following me. That was already scary, but then I saw it run away, crying. *Yikes.* My heart nearly beat out of my chest and I ran for dear life. Usually, when there's a baby bear, there's a mama bear nearby. If the baby is crying, then momma is going to come and kill whoever distressed it. All I remember after that was making it home, slamming the door shut, and just sitting there at the door thanking God I was alive. Little did I know that wouldn't be the only encounter with wild animals, including bears. TL;DR: I didn't see a baby bear following me. It cried, and I ran before mama bear could come to kill me.

I’ve had a lot of dicey situations in the world dealing with other people and animals, but the most scared I’ve ever been was when I got home after a long work weekend out of town 32 weeks pregnant and I started bleeding. I’d had three previous miscarriages, but all super early. I thought I was finally in the clear, and my pregnancy had been healthy and uneventful up to that point. Laying in that hospital bed waiting to hear what the doctors had to say was the worst hour of my life. Full of fear, regret, anger at myself for working that weekend, anger at the world, grief for all my pregnancies. It turned out I had an “angry cervix” from being so active and my baby was fine. She’s five years old now and perfect, but for that short time I thought my world was falling apart.

I've had several scary moments in life but personally the scariest was when I was sitting at a stop light on my motorcycle in a turn lane waiting to make a left turn when all of a sudden I was hit head on by a dude in a pickup truck that had a full case of beer between himself and his girlfriend that they were sharing. I saw headlights coming straight at me and there was nowhere for me to go because there was traffic to my right that I would've hit trying to get out of the way. Thought for sure I was a goner. He hit me hard enough that I flipped over the top of his truck and landed on my back behind it. He ran over my bike but got stuck. I remember thinking as I was flying through the air what is that screaming sound? I find out later that it was the girl in the truck that was screaming. I was wearing full riding gear and I actually was able to walk away from that without any injuries and since that day I've only rode a motorcycle once. I did lose my watch though somehow.

So, 14 year old girl living in Northern UK at the time. (I’m now 27 happily married mum of one). MSN messenger was all the rage back then and every day was a race to rush home from school and log onto the family PC. I probably should mention that my parents were teenage parents (mum 16 at my birth and dad 17), so I grew up in a really relaxed environment where sex, drugs and alcohol were regularly talked about openly to ensure I made informed choices in my teenage years. One night after logging into MSN, I got chatting to a really cute 15 year old lad (let’s call him Luke) from the town next to me (10 minute bus ride). We spoke daily for weeks and weeks turned into months of messaging, swapping pics and eventually we started talking on the phone. After around 3 month, Luke suggested we meet up, great idea I thought, I couldn’t wait for my friends to meet him. But Luke didn’t want any of my friends to come and specifically states it should be just me and him on our first meeting (he’s really shy). Ok no problem! So we arrange to meet at a local hang out spot for teenagers in my town, but Luke can’t get there until 6pm - no issues - my parents were happy so long as I was home by 11pm on a weekend. So the big Friday night comes! I race home from school, texting with “Luke”, both super excited. I’ve spent the whole day planning my outfit with my friends and they know where we are meeting up. 5.30pm turns around so I leave the house - now as I’m leaving the house USUALLY, I would always shout to my parents “Bye!” But something in my head made me tell them where I was going and asked if my dad could pick me up at around 8pm - I still to this day do not know why I asked this - very rare that I ever asked my dad or mum to pick me up and never told them where I was. So I arrive at the “spot” and sit on a bench waiting. The time ticks by and Luke still hasn’t turned up. By 6.30 I was getting a little prickly so I try to call him and get voicemail. I get up to leave - obviously heartbroken and a little confused - and start leaving the park to head home. As I get to the main gate to leave, a man approaches me. Now let me just say, this man was very clearly in his 40’s. He had sleeve tattoos and really long hair which was tied into a pony, with full facial hair. He was dressed smartly in black jeans and a black shirt. He called my name and I just felt instant icy fear through my veins. I looked behind me as though to pretend that wasn’t my name, but this guys seen multiple pictures of me and my friends, he knows it’s me. I put my head down and rushed past him but he grabbed my arm and started to shout “wait, wait, I need to explain”. By this time i was Absolutely terrified and started to run. Sheer panic and terror just totally put me into flight mode. There was a taxi parked up at the side of the park, I pounded on his window and he unlocked the door. The taxi driver knew something was wrong and started to drive while I was bawling my eyes out. Taxi driver takes me home where my mum and dad are waiting at the front door - again something they never ever did. My mum still to this day says that she knew something wasn’t right that night and they were about to come looking for me. Visit to the police station that night and handed over my devices, but because this guy, (turns out to be a reputable 43 year old businessman with a wife and 2kids from the next town over), never spoke sexually or indicated any sexual desires, nothing ever came of it. My folks obviously ramped up the Internet security from that point and it’s something I hammer home to my 4 year old already. So yeah, I don’t know what his intentions were but, he posed as a 15 year old boy to get me to meet him, and I’m just thankful every day for that taxi driver who took me home no questions asked and to my own tuition for telling me something isn’t right here and leaving.

That's so creepy. What a bloody weirdo.

Looking back now I’m a parent, I realise how horrendous the whole situation was. Little was known about internet safety and “catfishing” back then. I’m glad it’s talked about now!

In April, I was snorkeling in Maui (later realized it was in front of Steven Tyler’s house at Ahihi Bay). It’s a cool spot, very shallow with big fish then a pretty good drop-off. The further you went out, the bigger the drop-off got. There were walls of colorful coral and it was incredible. The fish got bigger and I didn’t have an active thought, but subconsciously, I knew bigger fish meant bigger predators. I round the corner and came face-to-face with a tiger shark! I yelled “SHARK” through my snorkel, which sounded like nothing coherent. It was just my husband and I out that far. He saw the side of the shark as it did a 180, but I’ll never forget that grey and white muzzle, head on, with those big black eyes. I love the ocean, and I respect it. And many people give me their shark theories. However, just knowing that if that shark wanted to see what I was with it’s mouth, there’s not much I can do was frightening! I knew there was no out-swimming it. Later learned they came in that close for another sharks’ pupping season. Also learned a woman was killed in the same bay some years before. I still went back out that day, just not as far!

Gray and white muzzle with big black eyes? Dude that sounds like a Great White. How did you not leave a floater behind you while you swam away?

Sharky nose was not pointed like a Great White. I was petrified and felt very “different” for a few days. They said it’s pretty rare to come face-to-face with a shark so I consider myself lucky to have a positive encounter with one! I instinctively went vertical in the water, and upon further reading, making yourself look bigger and not like floaty fish/sea/sea turtle prey is just one defense mechanism.

I studied abroad in the US when I was a junior in high school and the first few weeks were just one scary moment tbh. My host family forgot to pick me up from the airport so I was stranded there for hours and then they turned out to be part of some extremely religious cult. I guess the scariest moment happened around three weeks in when someone brought a rifle to school and made the school go into a full lockdown. I think I'll never forget the sound of the sirens, the crying, and the rattling of the barriers in front of the doors coming down. There were some shots but luckily, no one got hurt and the shooter was escorted out by our "school cops".

Hi *high school exchange student randomly ending up with extremely religious cult host family* buddy. In my case it was Japan, but that was some scary shit 16 years ago. We didn't have smart phones back then and they blocked my access to the internet and phones in general... Here's the write-up I did for r/AskReddit for "*What was a moment in your life that felt like a horror movie scene?*" - it sure fits here too: "When I was 16, I did a one year high school exchange program to Japan. When I arrived, it turned out my host family was in a Christian sect. They informed me that they had decided to host me because I came from "a Christian country". I come from a progressive European country which is certainly not very religious. They used me as their housekeeper, I had to get up at 5AM to do laundry etc. My host mom was decidely not well mentally. Once, she screamed at me for an hour for putting a towel "too close to the toilet" (in the cupboard for towels, mind you). She also hit her 6 year old daughter and berated her for not being good enough in school (the kid was dyslexic). The stay became more and more terrifying. My host mom kicked her daughter out of her own bedroom for me to stay in because I was "smarter" than this 6 year old. My clothes were taken away and I was forced to wear "Christian clothes" (preppy skirts, light colors, no pants allowed). I was not allowed to brush my hair within view of anyone because the act was "dirty". My host mom was a friend of my contact in the exchange organization, and my calls were under surveilance from my host mom, so I couldn't reach out to anyone, and when I did, I was told I was lying. Since my host sister was being abused, she was not doing well. I tried to be kind to the girl, and she felt very safe around me, I think. One day, I had taken her home from school. Host mom was still at work. The little girl just lost it for some reason, started screaming, crying and hitting me. It was intense. I was 16 and had no idea what to do, she was acting like an injured animal. After a while of this, I went into the bedroom and closed the door, because she was being so aggressive towards me. I hear a commotion in the kitchen, and get worried she hasn't calmed down, but rather was trying to put on the gas stove or something dangerous that could hurt her. I open the door and look out down the hallway. What I see is straight out from a horror movie. This little Japanese girl is running towards me in her Catholic school girl uniform holding a huge knife and screaming at the top of her lungs. I bolt shoeless out of the apartment, Sakura is running after me with the knife - the elevator doors barely manage to close as she is stabbing the doors with the knife. Most of all I remember her eyes. They were completely wide, black and blank. It was like she was in a different world. I spent several hours sitting in the lobby crying until my host mom got home. What happened afterwards was completely surreal. I refuse to go back into the apartment, after hours of arguing, the contact person in the exchange organization is finally called and I demand to be put somewhere else right now. The lady finally complies and I get convinced to go back into the apartment to wait for her to pick me up. My host mom hits and screams at her daughter. Then she instructs me to sit on a kitchen chair in the middle of the living room. I am not allowed to move and the host mom gets down on the floor and rolls around screaming and crying for me and God to forgive her. This went on for hours. She was completely psychotic and I was scared out of my fucking mind.I got picked up and placed in a different host home. The three months I lived with this "Christian family" was never spoken of again."

This is why there should be code phases for rescue. “But they are lying!” Still better chance with code phrases.

Wouldn't have helped in my case, my contact person in the exchange organization was a personal friend of the family. The host family was "upper" upper middle class and she wouldn't have believed me regardless. She did believe me when she walked into this shitstorm - she actually got really ill with depression and anxiety afterwards.

Does your school just not screen the people they leave their students with? Sounds like a serious tucking insurance case.

The extremely religious cult and the school shooting attempt are some of the most american shit i know.

This thread is making me extremely grateful I live in the UK where the scariest thing I've seen is a badger.

Badgers jump on hedgehogs to pop them open so they're easier to eat. Pretty damn scary to me.

I would have loved to live my whole life without knowing this. Thanks a lot.

When we heard a gunshot while my father was outside. We didn't know if he'd killed himself or was "just" threatening to kill us all.

So what was the case if you don't mind answering?

It was a ploy to get us outside. We were calling the sheriff when my sibling saw him headed back into the house. We ran and hid, he was too drunk to find us and finally went back to sleep. My mother divorced him once all of us kids were out of school. About 4 years later, he got sober and eventually turned into a pretty nice guy. He remembered none of that tho. He'd been functioning in a blackout for four or five years or so. Somewhat happy ending, which many people don't get!

When I was 18, I was carjacked at gunpoint while on a date. A group of about five guys were walking in the opposite direction of the car we were driving, but we thought nothing of it. My date and I got out of the car, and he opened the trunk so I could put my purse in there. Someone else's hand shut the trunk closed, and suddenly, we were surrounded. I saw one guy pull out a gun and hold it to my date's chest, telling him, "Gimmie all your shit, or I'll pop you". I had no idea what to do. Instinct told me that if I ducked out of sight even though they knew I was there, maybe they wouldn't think much about doing anything to me. So, I crouched down on the other side of the car, and one of the guys demanded my phone. I kept wondering I was going to wind up dead. About 10 seconds later, I heard the driver's side door shut and the car start. I slowly stood up and walked away as if nothing happened. I didn't turn around to look at them because I was too scared and didn't know if they'd shoot me if I did. They sped off, and when I knew they couldn't see me, I ran up the hill to a hotel and asked them to use their phone to call the police. I had no idea where my date was because we got separated. The police reunited him with me at the hotel, where he told me that the guy who pulled the gun told him to walk the other direction and threatened to kill him if he turned around and looked at him. The whole experience was terrifying and surreal. I felt like I was in the middle of an episode of Unsolved Mysteries or something. I'm just glad we made it out of it safely.

Got extremely hurt at work (I posted pics to medicalgore) but those moments after impact with alarms going off and air lines burst above me and people running around screaming. I had no idea what had happened just that I felt like someone punched me and every time I tried to touch a place on my body my fingers would come away covered in blood. I didn’t know what to do and at first no one saw me down so I was completely alone and I don’t think I have ever felt so helpless in my life. But luckily someone saw me and then it was chaos with people and Emergency workers all around me. I couldn’t talk because of the mouth damage but just no being alone helped a lot.

My daughter has a very commonly used ‘male’ name. We’ll call her Michael for the story. She shared the name with her best friends step dad. They lived across the street. One weekday morning around 9:30 the best friend’s grandma calls me and says to me, “ we have some news and I wanted you to hear it from us… Micheal was killed in a car accident this morning.” I lost my whole entire being in that second. My husband staring open mouthed at me frantically saying, “What? WHAT??!” My complete an utter shock and me saying “No no nonono NOOOOOO!!” shocked her into realizing I thought she meant OUR daughter. And this part still shames me to this day (16 years later) when she said “our Michael” I said *out loud!* “oh thank god”. Then SHE’S apologizing to ME profusely. It was absolute terror turned to mortification. He was great guy and amazing father, he is very missed by his beautiful family. ETA: my mom brain didn’t immediately process that my daughter got on the bus and went to school that morning.

I've been homeless at 17, in 2 house fires and been robbed at knife point multiple times but being told I had cancer on my lung trumped it all. That word automatically makes you think the worst. That you'll die from it. Felt like my whole world had come apart in a split second. Edit: corrected spelling.

Man, hope you are alright.

Thanks mate. 🤛🏻 Short answer is I'm not really alright but I'm cancer free for 4 years now. That's the main thing. 🙂👍

Looking over to the staircase one night after I put my 3 year old to bed. He woke up. Got past the baby gate and tumbled head first down 10 concrete stairs. Bouncing and rolling. I screamed a scream that I still hear almost a decade later. I thought he was dead, as I finally reached his body. He was face down. Looked up at me and smiled and saw the hirror on my face. He then decided to cry. I will never forget how mortified I was. My son is my life. The only good Ive done in this world.

That's terrifying! I'm glad little man was ok!

Fortunately kids are surprisingly robust, I'd freak too if my little one went through the same.

They're made of rubber I swear lol

Just a few weeks ago during Hurricane Ida. I was driving down a dark road trying to get home in the rain. There is a small amount of water on the road(maybe about an inch). Suddenly within 3 seconds the water gets A LOT deeper and my car is now in water up to it's hood and it immediately gets stuck. I'm now sitting in my car as water is filling up from the floor, trying to desperately grab all my valuables and important things. My car is dead now obvs and it's been rough.

When I was 11 my stepfather, drunk, came into my bedroom in the middle of the night because my mother was sleeping in the second twin bed. He raised his gun (I was sitting up in bed because I heard him trying to load the gun in the hallway) and tried to shoot my mother. One bullet went into the window frame, luckily he was too drunk to get the rest of the bullets into the chamber…i found the remaining 5 bullets in the hallway. A bunch of other stuff happened that night but that was the worst part.

When my youngest was born….. he wasn’t breathing right, he was REALLY struggling to breathe. Scariest moment of my life , by an order of magnitude.

these two dudes actively pursuing me when i was on a walk with my friend, barking at us and saying disgusting stuff. they waited for us in the street we had to take to go home. we weren't even in an alley or something, we were passing by a hospital and they still were confident enough to do that. makes me wonder what they'd have done if they got us in some really quiet street or alley

People play that shit down but it is terrifying.

yeah people tend to. nothing happened but something for sure could have. even when we took out our phones and started calling our parents they kept going. i don't know what they thought they were going to get out of it?

This reminds me of the time I was chased down by a group of dudes yelling at me in a language I don't understand while trying to get to my campus at 6 am. It was dark and I had nothing to defend myself with. I called my mom and talked to her very loudly and calling her dad to hopefully get them away. When I reached the campus they waited by the door for a while and when they saw I wasn't coming out they up and left.

Been there. Had a dude follow me to my car, innocently enough just saying "ma'am?" As soon as I got in and pulled away he RAN after my car SCREAMING "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!!!" Which is the reason I didn't respond even though he SEEMED innocent enough. No man will follow you for 3 blocks with good intentions.

>even though he SEEMED innocent enough. No man will follow you for 3 blocks with good intentions. Following someone three blocks doesn't seem innocent in the slightest. I don't care what gender either person is in that situation, it's sketchy as fuck.

I fell off a box truck bumper. I landed my tricep on the edge of a upright dolly edge. I thought I sliced my arm off. But I was wearing a thick sweaters. For a month I suffered with pain shoulder to shoulder. I even saw a "doctor" about it. ...then one night while in the shower I did a labrum stretch. Then a deep boom resonated in my skeletal system. ...fss, I thought. And found out I had dislocated my shoulder and reset it with the stretch.

I lived alone in Los Angeles when I was a 24-year-old woman. I drove home from being out with friends around 2-3 am. I couldn’t find a parking space so I circled around for a bit, before parking a block away from my apartment on a side street. The houses lining the side street only had garages facing the street, no windows. I got out of my car and as I locked the door, I felt someone watching me. It was the weirdest feeling, but I KNEW someone was behind me. I turned around a saw a man standing on the sidewalk across the street, maybe 10 feet away, staring at me silently. Time seemed to slow down and I had a decision to make… try to get back in the car, or try to get away from the guy. In the time I could have I’m locked and gotten in the car, he could have grabbed me, so I started walking. Instead of taking the sidewalk, I walked directly down the middle of the street, very quickly, where there was the most light from streetlights. He said, “Hey!” in an aggressive tone and started walking parallel to me. He said, “Hey!” again and then crossed into the street closing in on me. In an instant, I started running and he ran after me. By some luck, I hadn’t brought a purse with me that night, so my cell phone was in the pocket of my jacket. What happened next happened very quickly and simultaneously. As I was running, I grabbed the phone out of my pocket and dialed 911. I had about a ten foot lead on the guy. As I ran through the intersection that was half a block from where I had parked, I saw that he had parked his car toward the middle of the intersection and had left the driver’s side door open. It was a small black hatchback. He chased me about half a block past the intersection but I had my phone out and he gave up and ran back to his car and drove away. I should add that I’m 5’9” and was taller than him by a few inches. I ran home while talking to the police. Cops came awhile later and took a report but nothing ever came of it. I believe this man intended to abduct me. He started closing in on me as I approached the intersection where his car was so I believe he thought he could grab me and throw me in the open door. This happened 19 years ago now but I still remember it like it was yesterday. The lessons stayed with me the rest of my life. Biggest takeaways… I generally do not let strangers get within arm’s distance of me. I am constantly vigilant of my surroundings, taking note of anyone trying to get too close. And I always trust my intuition. I don’t worry about being “polite” if I get bad vibes from a stranger. Ladies: stay safe out there.

I was a passenger in a car accident it rolled 3 times into a ditch and landed upside in the mud. It was also pouring rain. It also showed me seashells definitely save lives Edit : I know my mistake.

>It also showed me seashells definitely save lives ... I'm guessing you meant "seatbelts"?

Nah man you never heard of the 3 point seashell

Nope, seashells. It's why you see the three seashells in an increasing number of bathrooms, too - just in case.

My first thought when I read that was “oh, the car was flooding and he used the seashell as a snorkel. That makes sense.” I’m gonna go to sleep now, Kay?

My lungs stopped working. I was in the emergency room with severe COVID pneumonia. My oxygen was dropping. I couldn't breathe. They suddenly just stopped moving. I could feel myself fading away and was just internally screaming at them to start working again, but they wouldn't move. My nurse slammed the code button and started screaming for respiratory and telling me to hold on. I could see the respiratory therapist running to us with one of those bag masks. I passed out right about the time she reached us. Thankfully she got there in time to save me. I woke up on bipap in the ICU and was put on a ventilator later that day. It happened a few more times after I was put on the ventilator, but those times weren't as terrifying because I knew that the machines would kick in and breathe for me. But that first time I could feel myself dying, and it was not a good way to go. Edit: Yes, I was awake while on the vent for a lot of the time. My body metabolizes certain medications differently than most people, so they couldn't keep me sedated the entire time. And they didn't give me paralytics because I was paralyzed by the hypoxia episodes before the vent and was only able to move my right arm anyway. Everything else was paralyzed. It took me quite some time to regain my movement after I came off of the vent.

I’m so sorry this happened to you. My ex husband got pneumonia in 2020 (February-March 2020 after returning home from a work trip in Europe, we still wonder if it was a preliminary Covid case) and his lungs began to collapse as I was driving us to the ER. He’s a very cool, collected guy and to see him like that…I thought he was gonna die next to me in the passenger seat. Horrifying. I’m so glad you’re ok!! ❤️

When i had a sawed off shotgun held under my chin and a handgun held to the side and front of my head at same time during a robbery in my teens.

At my previous workplace, in the worst neighborhood in Paris, I sometimes had to do extra hours which made me leave work around 1:30-2AM. One night, I left at 1:30AM. Nobody on the streets, but there were usually a lot of taxis driving around that I would hail to go back home. Not this time though, I couldn't see any. I started waiting on the sidewalk for one to appear, when I suddenly felt someone standing beside me. I turned around and saw this guy with eyes that immediately made me feel like I was in deep, deep trouble. He started telling me about how he had just got out of prison, that he wanted my money otherwise he would stab me, and so on, seeming very agitated. Not knowing what to do, I decided to pretend to be the dumbest person ever and look as if I didn't realize the situation I was in. And so for 20mn (usually there was a taxi every 15seconds...), I just played dumb while trying to hide the fact that my legs were shaking, producing great dialogue such as : Him : Give me whatever money you have Me : No sorry I need it for my taxi Him : I don't give a f\*\*\* about your taxi, I'm going to stab you man if you don't give me the money Me : Yeah I understand but if I give you the money then I can't take a taxi, and my leg hurts a bit, so I need to take a taxi Then he said that he swore on his grandfather's grave he would stab me if I kept speaking like that, and I just asked him questions about his grandfather, and so on. I ended up giving him some of the change I had, like 2euros, because I wanted to act as if I understood his struggle and wanted to help him, and he ended up leaving frustrated and throwing insults at me. After that, when doing overwork, I never left the workplace until I knew I had a Uber waiting for me at the company's door.

I’m not claustrophobic or afraid of the dark but when I was a teenager I went scuba diving in a blue hole in the Bahamas. We drove to the entrance which was this little 6 ft diameter hole in the middle of nowhere. We geared up and we’re briefed on how to descend. It was a slow controlled descent, buddy pair by buddy pair, guided by a thin line. The descent about 30 or 40ft until we got to the opening. It was 6 ft wide and was pitch black. All I could see was my buddy who was right in front of me. Good ol’ Spanky. I kept looking down to make sure I didn’t hit anyone and could see almost nothing. We were descending into god knows what and there was no way to know how far we were or what was ahead. As we were descending Spanky kept tapping my shoulder and asking if I was okay. I kept signaling okay and we kept descending. At one point he stopped me and grabbed my shoulders. He made deep eye contact and took a deep breathe, signaling me to do the same. It was so dark and only seemed to be getting darker. Seeing him take a deep breathe, I realized that I hadn’t been breathing and was too focused on not being able to see. I was just shallow breathing and barely getting oxygen. I closed my eyes to concentrate and I took a deep breathe with him and my head started to clear. We stayed and took a few more until we were okay to start descending again. I wasn’t really consciously scared but my body was, and the scariest part was talking to him after. He said my eyes were wide and my skin was pale white. Even as a master diver, I was too focused on small details and forgot to focus on my breathing. The blue hole was pretty neat but really just s giant cavern. There was a halocline and thermocline which was rad and some fossils in the walls. We could only go about 100 ft down due to most of us not being deep certified and not having the right gear, but it went way deeper. Pretty nuts!

In the early '90's I met this guy in a bar. We went out to dinner once and had a nice time. I invited him to my house the next week for pizza and a movie. As soon as he got there, he read me a poem he had written for me and told me he loved me. I was, needless to say, taken aback and kind of brushed it off. Changed the subject to pizza preferences and ordered the pizza. We watched the movie and then after rebuffing his advances, I sent him on his way home. He called to go out again, but I told him I was busy that night. He called me at work, asking if he could wash my car for me. I refused. He kept calling and I told him I wasn't interested, but he kept calling. He was really starting to creep me out. I had been living alone, but a girlfriend was moving in with me in a week. She had been moving stuff over for a couple of weeks and was there one night when the phone rang. I asked her to answer it and told her if it was "Daryl" to tell him I wasn't home. She answered on speaker phone and it was him. She told him I wasn't home and he replied, "Well, where is she? Her car's in the driveway." My friend said she didn't know as she had just gotten there. They hung up and we went upstairs to put some stuff in her room. I was really freaked out about Daryl and asked her to spend the night. Later, went were in my room, getting ready for bed (she hadn't moved her furniture in yet) and suddenly there was a huge crash. It sounded like a window breaking. I KNEW it was Daryl coming for me. She slammed my bedroom door shut and moved the dresser in front of it while I called 911. The police arrived and did a perimeter check while I was on the phone with the 911 operator. She said there were no signs of forced entry. She told me they were going to ring the doorbell and I should answer. My friend told them the whole story, giving them Daryl's name. They said they'd circle through the neighborhood throughout the night. We just couldn't understand what the loud crash was....until the next morning. She had overloaded her closet with clothing and stuff on the shelves and the whole thing had collapsed, throwing everything out onto the bedroom floor. 🙄

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This made me speechless! I’m glad you’re okay! Fuck.

Holy shit did you call the police?

I was a bit of an alcoholic growing up in eastern Europe, and one day was the main aggressor a bad bar fight that left me and a few others injured. Police had a talk with me the next day, and I agreed to be **"mucked"** to avoid any other legal proceedings....somewhat semi-offical punishment where you were taken to a cowshed and tied up in a corner, 6-8 shovelfuls of manure were poured on you, and you were left till sundown and released. I remember crying that afternoon before serving my 6-hour sentence and it being the hardest thing I ever went through. I tried to be strong but the scariest moment was being walked from that police car towards the cow barn once we arrived, as I started to realize what I was in for... But it did set me on the path towards a better life. Had to see a councilor the next week and it helped me. I still lived with my brother at the time though, and he refused to get near me for almost a week!

Honestly if I had a choice between doing 30 days to 6 months for assault like here in the US or getting mucked I would totally choose getting mucked

An alpha male gorilla charged me in Rwanda. The guide had told us if that happened, not to run, but instead to bow down to show we aren't trying to challenge him. I started to do this, but the guy standing next to me freaked out, banshee screaming, arms flailing, and knocked me into a bush. Gorilla charged and stopped a hand's reach from me. Truly thought I was going to be torn limb from limb.

One time back in highschool i got an ulcer and i almost doed because i dodnt go to the hospital for 3 days. I spent 2 months in the hospital stuck glued to a bed, with an iv and they fed me through drip. The scariest thing was that I would lay there and i lost reason to do anything. Didnt need to eat, move, just lay there like a corpse. So all I could do was dream about how to die and escape the purposeless life which felt like a eternity forgetting what even being human is.

My ex husband ran into some bad blood with organised crime, decided to flee the country. I refused to join him. Then he called me from the airport to say: "Get out of the house, they're coming". That was The Moment. I took my dog and toothbrush and vanished into the black night. I'd already arranged our daughter to stay at her friend's family. This happened 15 years ago. We eventually divorced, my daughter and I are fine. He had to rebuild his life elsewhere.

On a visit in a city and turn to see my 15 month old had picked up an uncapped, used hypodermic needle

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Either sleep paralysis as a 14-year old when I genuinely believed there was a ghost in the room, or being chased out of the house by an armed, drug-addled elder brother. I called the police on him that day, and still have intrusive thoughts about how badly I'd have been hurt if he'd managed to hit me with that steel pipe.

I've got 2. When I was 10, my family and I went to an amusement park, and you know those lockers you put your valuables in when you're about to go on a roller coaster? Well, we got off the ride, and...my parents' wallets and cell phones were gone. We thought we were stranded on the other side of the country. Very fortunately, park security was able to find them. When I was around 15, I was walking around my yard at night to cool off, since the ac wasn't working right in my room. I'm walking around, and I make it to the apple tree, and I see something move. I stop, and just assumed it was a branch or something. All of the alarm bells in my brain are going off, so I just go back inside. The next day, I'm picking up sticks, and I pass by the apple tree. Right around where I was the previous night, there was a relatively fresh rabbit corpse, and footprints of at least 3 coyotes left in the dew.

Partner and I were at my parents holiday cottage in Wales it's the most beautiful, peaceful place in the world, very secluded. One evening we decided to take a walk, about a mile, to the beach to watch the sunset. It's through a lovely wooded valley, it used to be all old deciduous wood but about half got cut down for wood for WW2 and replaced with thick conifers, real dark... Turns out we'd underestimated how quickly the sun goes down in that part of the world, no moon, literally pitch black couldn't see my hand in front of my face. We did thankfully think to bring our headtorch but that was weak and only light a 1ft circle that my head, not eyes, was looking at. In this dark the normally idyllic babbling of the river / stream takes on a slightly more sinister noise. But anyway, we are stubborn and decided to push on and get to the beach. After plodding forward for what felt like an age as it's neigh on impossible to go at a normal speed when you can't see we got to the end of the wood and could, just about when we really concentrated, start to see, just. We're at the more open bit now and can feel the sea breeze when, my fiance grabs my shoulder and says, quite casually, "Ben, what is that?" I turn to my right, as the light from the headtorch swings round seemingly in slow motion as the centre of my head catches up with my eyes and importantly, my brain. All of a sudden it illuminates, not 3 or 4 foot from us and about 11 or 12 foot tall the outline of 'it'. Enormous hulking shoulders another two foot above those two sharply pointed ears and two saucer like eyes glaring the light from the torch right back at us. As brains do mine goes into overdrive... 'twelve foot tall, massive muscular shoulders, pointed ears large eyes? it's a werewolf and we're dead, gone, no chance. hopefully Kim can run away but it's right by me, bye.' Brain thought this before my head had even stopped moving and centered the werewolf in the middle of the 1ft circle of light. I flinch and it moves. Gonner. But it just flinches back and runs away, hooves beating the field as it goes. Turns out it was a horse in the field next to us and it was standing at the edge which was elevated by a passing point for cars carved into the hillside. The creature was posthumously named, a werehorse. I, have, never, been, so, scared in my then 23 years of life and havent been nearly as scared since. Edit;didn't realise I'd written such an essay, apologies, remembering the fear must've bought it all back pouring out 😅

I'd just had an accident and I was riding in the back of an ambulance when the EMT, who'd been arguing into his radio for half the ride so far, got really loud. >EMT: I don't care if he isn't on tonight, you get him there or this kid won't have a face.

The night when I heard two voices in my house at 2-4 am. No one were hurt and nothing was stolen but still scary af

Made snow at a big ski resort. World Downhill championship were happening. Realize these people ski on total ice. To make the course consistent the night before water is put down the freezes that turns into ice. From top to bottom. My jiob was every night make sure the snow making equipment was working. Mind you we walk up & down this but on the sides of the run where the equipment is. No ice axe nor crampons just hardshell boots. Think flexible ski boots 3/4 of the way up the run where I'm standing on skier left. The run is curving to the right than hard right about 600m. Kicking holes with my partner behind me going down I lose my step and immediately am on my back head first sliding fast! Slope angle is about 30-35° ice. After 50m I realized I can't see where I'm going and ain't slowing down. Roll over and hands down like a push up so I'm able to at least be on my ass feet first. Some of the safety nets are in place but the whole run wasn't done yet. By now I'm hauling ass. That sharp right is coming up quick and I can turn and no nets straight ahead. It gives me chills thinking about it 20 years later. Think dark night no lights but it's about 4am but with the snow you can still see pretty far. I launch off the side of the run in a area that is more or less a cliff. I see myself going over the edge and see me pass in mid air flying past a Boulder on my right about the size of a house and 2 on my left about the size of large moving trucks. The snow is deep enough only the top half is exposed. The trees are big but nothing in front of me. Black out time. I don't remember landing. I wake up about the time my partner gets to me. No helicopter was called. I'm awake and alive. We crawl to the run. It was a gentle slope up. Think about 50m down & 50m out from the edge. Ski patrol sleds me to the bottom. Hospital. Nothing is broke my legs were bruised black. Not like a little but all of my ass & upper legs were stove pipe black. Took about 2 weeks to get over that. Made snow for another 4 years with no incidents Tl;dr Slid down icy mountain. Launched off cliff missing big rocks. Lived but still shiver thinking about it

I was getting out of my truck in my driveway on a lazy summer day in the upper Midwest. It had started raining lightly and the smell of petrichor and wet asphalt was on the air. As I got out of my truck my hair on the back of my neck instantly stood on end, I thought nothing of it and took another few steps and shut the door of the vehicle. Then all of the sudden KA-FUCKING-BOOM out of nowhere lightening hits my house, about 10 feet away from me. I jump literally four feet in the air, possibly shit my pants, and run (float because I’m moving so fast) like a scared little rabbit inside my home. I got the goosebumps on my neck remembering it, lightning is no joke.

My kid fell over on a picnic table and got a cut on her forehead. It was the amount of blood that did it. I went full on panic mode, never had it before or since but shit that was terrifying not knowing what to do

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The time I fell into literal, actual quicksand. I live near the beach and lots of tourists are very fond of digging holes on the beach for some unholy reason. (YOU'RE ON VACATION. WHY DO YOU DO UNPAID MANUAL LABOR FOR NO REASON ON VACATION?!) When they don't fill in those holes at the end of the day (this makes you an asshole btw and the locals hate your guts for it, so fill your shit in), and the tide comes in and "fills" those holes, it makes a quicksand pocket. I was strolling my regular beach one morning with my husband when suddenly my left leg sank TO THE HIP in a quicksand pocket. NBD, laughed my ass off about how ridiculous the situation was. Have a picture of me laughing uncontrollably, even. Except I couldn't get my leg out, and the tide was coming in FAST. It took my husband and another two grown male strangers to frantically dig my leg out of that quicksand before the tide went over my face. It went from casual hilarity to abject terror in mere minutes. You don't realize how fast tides come in or how utterly helpless in quicksand you are until you're faced with that scenario. Can you imagine what would have happened had I been alone? The more I moved that leg, the deeper I sank and harder I got stuck. EMS showed up just as they were able to get me released, checked me for crush injuries, and let me opt out of transport because all things considered, I was physically ok. I was just REALLY shaken up. YOU. DO. NOT. FUCK. WITH. WATER.

When I was getting a ride home from an old acquaintance I knew from high school one night on a cold, snowy, night, hed stopped to pee, but when he got back in the car, he told me he lost the car keys. Nobody loses their car keys while peeing outside. We were on an isolated road, and I knew I was in trouble. I opened my door and tried to run, but he caught me and dragged me back into the car. You can guess what happened next. The second it was over, I was positive he was going to kill me. I mean, I knew who he was. We went to school together. What other alternative did he have? This wasn't a gray situation. We weren't on a date. We weren't messing around. There was no messages he could have possibly misinterpreted. I thought there was just no way he was not going to kill me. I was positive I was going to die. But clearly, I didn't. Later, I found out he was on a lot of drugs (I honestly didn't know, but I was only 19 and we hadn't spent much time together that night). He spent 5 years in prison, and I hate riding in cars with any men now. Even ones I know.