Scare me.
What is the most scary thing that has ever happened to you? Help me.I need to wake up. Coffee has not done it. I have to fill out a lot of paperwork that I hate.
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Where were you?
You can also watch events on Help.com as they happen
I’m doing that,too. so tried now
Really horrid sleep experiences!
I was hitchhiking with my friend one time (we were like 15). The 2 men that picked us up were creepy. They were making comments to eachother about how pretty we were. When it came time for our stop, they wouldn’t let us out…they just kept going and smiling at eachother. Finally, I happened to see my dad walking alongside of the road-and he saw us. Thats when the guys let us out. NEVER HITCHHIKE!
That’s a horrible story!
I know, it was scary. We knew what was going to happen if we had stayed in that pick up
Glad you didn’t!
Yikes!
My sons dog jumped over the fence and ran away. I was walking around the block with a leash calling out his name and freaking out when a guy in an old cadillac wearing a coverall pulled over and said he had seen my dog and get in the car. I did like an idiot and we drove half a block, while the guy was explaining that he had scammed me and laughing in an evil way. There was my dog and my neighbor at the corner and I was so focused on the dog I kept yelling at the guy open the door! an my neighbor yelled it too. Finally he opened the door and let me out. Phuckitthings we could have both been totally *********
The scariest things that have happened to me, I can’t say. They’re really inappropriate for a post.
Though life is kind of scary on it’s own, I think.
i always get the worst nightmares. they’re incredibly vivid, and im always a child in a different country.
ive died twice from gunshot wounds to the head.
now that is bloody scary.
Perhaps you’re having a past-life flashback!
I have heard that if you die in your dreams you die in real life. I guess that isn’t true!
No usually it’s not true i’ve died alot in my dreams
mm i thought that too.
i actually saw the light, but then started feeling totally empty, i had no emotion at all except fear and dread. i was in a void of nothing.
scary times.
then i woke up.
Well there have been a few. The worst I cant say here. Hmm, well I have almost drowned a few times. The first was being wedged under a rock in rapids, then getting my vest strap caught on a log in rapids, then getting pinned in my kayak when it flexed, in rapids…
wow.. maybe you should stop going into rapids~? XD
Other near drownings have happened in the ocean. I was knocked out in the surf once. Also dumped real bad on rocks when diving, washed in and out of the rocks in the surf, ran out of air, swam about 1500m in the dark…
My friend had a dream that he was going to die then he did only once has that happened
fuuuuuuck azimuth.
are you an adrenaline junkie by any chance?
Then there are the caves and canyons. Free dived a few short sumps, now thats real scary.
Sherooo wrote:
fuuuuuuck azimuth. are you an adrenaline junkie by any chance?
You bet Sherooo! Thats how I survived my youth - before sites like Help.com were about…
When I was 16, I was naughty. I was exploring a college campus and found a door ajar to an empty office building. Inside there were lots of valuable electronic gadgets, like PDAs, and I was thinking about robbing the place. So I sat down at a computer and started to write a dramatic e-mail to my girlfriend about where I was, and what my plans were. That’s when the custodian arrived to clean the building, so I panicked and ducked under the desk. He came into the room, vacummed, then emptied the wastebins one by one, coming to my desk last. But he didn’t notice me. I was petrified though, so I stayed hidden. As fate would have it, who woman who worked at the very desk I was hiding under had some late work to finish. So she came back, scooted in, and was tapping at on her computer for like ten minutes. Of course, the whole time, her crotch in my face, I’m realizing what a terrible mistake I’ve made and wanting nothing more than to be out of there and back home. She freaks, the police arrive, I weep… I’m law abiding now.
I was in this cave once, in Victoria, Dougie may know the place. Anyway, I was told “dont go up there, people have drowned” so… Anyway up I go, sniffing the roof, about an inch of air and going up stream. Couldnt get all the way, water too high, well then I started to come back. LOST THE AIR IN ON THE ROOF. See it was a wide roof with a little high strip of air…. dam lucky to be here…
dotspot wrote:
When I was 16, I was naughty. I was exploring a college campus and found a door ajar to an empty office building. Inside there were lots of valuable electronic gadgets, like PDAs, and I was thinking about robbing the place. So I sat down at a computer and started to write a dramatic e-mail to my girlfriend about where I was, and what my plans were. That’s when the custodian arrived to clean the building, so I panicked and ducked under the desk. He came into the room, vacummed, then emptied the wastebins one by one, coming to my desk last. But he didn’t notice me. I was petrified though, so I stayed hidden. As fate would have it, who woman who worked at the very desk I was hiding under had some late work to finish. So she came back, scooted in, and was tapping at on her computer for like ten minutes. Of course, the whole time, her crotch in my face, I’m realizing what a terrible mistake I’ve made and wanting nothing more than to be out of there and back home. She freaks, the police arrive, I weep… I’m law abiding now.
Thats funny! LOL!
fantastic azimuth :D
well, at least ur doing what you love :D
Bush will be president forever!!
Did that scare you?
That Obama admits to having an affair with Hillary!
I was once dragged under water by a very strong current, churned like butter then spat out over gravel sand. Very sore and terrified.
dotspot wrote:
When I was 16, I was naughty. I was exploring a college campus and found a door ajar to an empty office building. Inside there were lots of valuable electronic gadgets, like PDAs, and I was thinking about robbing the place. So I sat down at a computer and started to write a dramatic e-mail to my girlfriend about where I was, and what my plans were. That’s when the custodian arrived to clean the building, so I panicked and ducked under the desk. He came into the room, vacummed, then emptied the wastebins one by one, coming to my desk last. But he didn’t notice me. I was petrified though, so I stayed hidden. As fate would have it, who woman who worked at the very desk I was hiding under had some late work to finish. So she came back, scooted in, and was tapping at on her computer for like ten minutes. Of course, the whole time, her crotch in my face, I’m realizing what a terrible mistake I’ve made and wanting nothing more than to be out of there and back home. She freaks, the police arrive, I weep… I’m law abiding now.
Scary? I think that’s hilarious!
Yeah, maybe looking back on it, but imagine how I felt at the time. Also, I failed to mention that I left the e-mail up on the screen. So the office-lady comes back and is reading this e-mail on her computer, and I’m stuck under the desk. She was terrified when she saw me! :P
One of my sons had a bad reaction to a legally prescribed medication a few years back, and it made him psychotic. He went to a mental hospital.
A few days after he was admitted, I got a message telling me to call the attending psychiatrist.
I phoned him and said, “You asked me to call you about my son, Adam Walsh (not his real name).”
The doctor said, “Let me shut my door,” and then he came back to the phone and told me that my son was in serious, serious emotional trouble. He was completely delusional, was non-compliant with his medications, and was completely uncooperative with his treatment. Furthermore, the doctor said Adam was extremely dangerous to himself and others. He called him “a time bomb waiting to go off.” He said that he had seen fewer young men as sick as my son in his entire career, and that my husband’s life and mine would be in danger if we decided to bring him home. The doctor told me he needed my help and support in going to court and getting my son permanently committed, because he needed to be kept apart from society for months, perhaps years, perhaps life.
I was nearly hysterical by this point—tears were streaming down my face, my heart was pounding like a drum, and I was almost unable to talk. I was having trouble even breathing. I felt like my life was over. Finally I managed to gasp out, “Forgive me for not responding … I am just so—surprised! His nurse told me yesterday he was taking his medications and that he might be able to go home before the weekend. I don’t know how to even begin thinking about what you just said!”
There was a lonnnnnng silence, and then the doctor said, “Wait. You’re ADAM WALSH’S mother? Oh, I am so sorry, I picked up the wrong file … ”
holy h ell, theresape. is that true? o.O geez!
Yes, folks, it is absolutely true. My pulse still quickens when I think about it—I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes right now!
My boy is fine, by the way.
You will never get the paper work finished…