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What is the scariest thing that ever happened to you?

When I was 22 I was at a nightclub on my first beer. It was 12:00am. I looked at the clock at 12:35am and that's the last thing I remember before waking up in the hospital from a bad car wreck. I knew since I had only drank one beer that I had been drugged. I had amnesia from a head injury and was in the hospital for a week. I remembered a few things later but they were hazy, like a dream so I never knew who drugged me or why. I did find out about a year later that a couple of other people had been drugged there at about the same period of time I was.

Another thing happened when I was a kid. Someone came to the front door of my family's home in the middle of the night. He was pounding on the door and would not leave. My parents peeked out the door and recognized him as a local crazy man who was known to talk to trees and other inanimate objects (I swear). Finally he left but it terrified me. They thought he was pretty harmless so didn't call the police.

These stories don't sound that scary but in the first one I nearly got killed and the second one, being a kid, it was really scary.

I bet much scarier things have happened to some of you. Come on, tell us your stories...

by Anonymousreply 50January 26, 2021 10:02 PM

Once, as a kid, after getting off the schoolbus and starting across the street, a car blew right by me (within inches) and almost killed me.

by Anonymousreply 1August 10, 2015 4:24 PM

I used a public toilet after Norm from This Old House.

by Anonymousreply 2August 10, 2015 4:29 PM

Went to a wild party during the cocaine heyday of Miami,passed out and got woken up with a .45 jammed in my mouth while being drug out of bed by my hair. I knew the guy who threw the party fairly well,so the coked out,screaming psycho he turned into was especially frightening. Seems like ,during the party,the friends I had came with helped themselves to a substantial amount of the guys coke and split. It took me about 4 hours to track them down (pre cell phone days) and they finally agreed to return the stuff. The whole time we waited for them to come,he kept hitting me and jamming the gun in my face,all the while screaming threats. FINALLY they dropped the coke off in his mail box at the end of his long driveway,beeped the horn and hauled ass. He drug me by my hair all the way down that driveway,retrieved his stah,and kicked me so hard in my ass he broke my tail bone. I ran sobbing up the street,half dressed,all beat to hell,at 7 in the morning. Im sure the neighbors LOVED that. It was truly terrifying,I just knew I was a dead man.I never saw or spoke to those bitches that left me there again. The guy ended up getting busted and served like 20 years in prison for drug dealing.

by Anonymousreply 3August 10, 2015 4:59 PM

r3 - WOW.

by Anonymousreply 4August 10, 2015 5:21 PM

OMG R3, it is truly unbelievable that you are alive! You must have had, at the very least, nightmares after that.

by Anonymousreply 5August 10, 2015 5:28 PM

dragged not drug

by Anonymousreply 6August 10, 2015 5:33 PM

R3 What kind of life did you lead that you came to know such a person quite well?

by Anonymousreply 7August 10, 2015 5:34 PM

The scariest thing that ever happened to me was when my house got broken into, in 2008.

It was morning, about 9:00 am, and I was driving home from a gym workout. I live in a townhouse condo complex. As I pulled into my driveway, I noticed that the bedroom window blinds were tilted up. They are always closed, so when I saw this, it hit me: Someone is inside my house.

I didn't have my cell phone with me, so couldn't call the police. Didn't know any neighbors who would be around at that time of day. I opened my garage door and went inside the house just long enough to grab my phone. What I saw inside freaked me out -- all my stuff scattered around. It really makes you feel violated.

I stood outside in front of the house and called 911. While I was on the line with them, this 20-year-old kid (one of my neighbors) comes walking around the back side of my house, carrying a backpack. I stopped him and accused him of breaking in to my house. He tried to act like his being there was a coincidence, saying he was "on his way to school." For some reason, he cooperated with me, and I asked him to open up the backpack, and inside he had my electric razor and a can of tire cleaner. I told him he was a stupid burglar for stealing things that weren't worth anything. The whole time, I was shaking because I was so upset. The whole interaction was caught on the 911 recorder.

Anyway, he starts walking away, and I follow him. He walks back to his house, and when the police arrived, I just said, "He's in there."

Turns out, the kid had climbed up the roof and broke into a second floor window. He made several trips in and out of my house in the hour that I was gone, and took my laptop, loose change, and other assorted stuff. The place was a total mess because of him dumping out drawers and opening cabinets. The creepiest thing he did was he found my porn stash -- magazines and videos -- and laid it all out on my bed in an arrangement.

I was lucky to have caught him; I got my stuff back right away. But I didn't sleep well for over a month after that. I started turning on the burglar alarm every time I left the house, and every night as I'm going to bed. The kid was convicted and went to jail, and as part of his sentencing, he cannot live in this neighborhood ever again. I was told by one of my neighbors that he went into military service.

Even though it was some time ago, I'm happy to say that I have a new house and I will be leaving this neighborhood.

by Anonymousreply 8August 10, 2015 5:35 PM

That is one of my worst nightmares R8. I would never be able to sleep well again and every little noise I heard would scare me.

by Anonymousreply 9August 10, 2015 5:43 PM

I was in a home invasion robbery.

It was a Saturday afternoon and I had stopped at the house of a business acquaintance to go over some paperwork. We had just sat down at the kitchen table when the door to the garage opened and her husband walked in. Behind him was a guy pointing a gun at his back.

We had to lay face down on the floor in the living room while he went through the house — me, the business acquaintance, the husband and the housekeeper (who kept mumbling prayers in Spanish). It took about 10 minutes, and he came back a couple of times to ask the husband where he could find more valuables, getting more and more agitated. I really thought we were going to be shot. Finally he went back to the kitchen and we didn't hear anything for a few minutes. The husband got up and found the guy had walked out the open door.

This was in a pretty ritzy neighborhood with big houses. Totally random.

A couple years later Andrew Cunanan killed the wealthy Lee Miglin in a nearly identical situation (walking in through the garage). While I agreed with the speculation that Cunanan may have known Miglin before, it was so similar to what happened to me that I thought a random attack was equally plausible.

by Anonymousreply 10August 10, 2015 6:56 PM

Those kinds of things typically don't scare me. I've been robbed at gunpoint, home invaded, even a homophobe at work tried to run me over (in my opinion) while driving drunk. But those kind of things happen so fast and you barely have time to know what's happening, let alone get scared. The worst scare scare I had was one day when I was 11, waking up because I couldn't breathe and I felt the walls were closing in on me and were going to crush me to death. I ran to get my mother but she told me I was breathing. For hours I was in a total panic because I felt like I couldn't breathe, the walls were closing in, everything I touch hurt, even my pillow, and I was dizzy and couldn't stand. I don't know how she got me to sleep, but the next day, the doctor said, "Oh, it's the croup, it's nothing." I've had other times I couldn't breathe, and I'm not normally a hypochondriac, but this was so real and unreal at the same time.

by Anonymousreply 11August 10, 2015 7:40 PM

I was studying abroad in France in 1997 and was in Paris for Bastille Day. There was a dance party on the Seine quay landing (see posted pic link) and I was there with mostly French students. We were drinking and dancing for several hours and one of the guys decided it would be funny to push several of us into the river. I was one of the unlucky ones who got pushed in fully clothed with my wallet & passport in my pants pocket. The police had to fish us out as there was no ladder or steps to the landing, just sheer rock walls. Upon my retrieval, soaking wet and in shock, the police realized I was American and in a condescending tone told me the Seine is not on the historical tour of Paris. I returned to my hotel after walking the streets of Paris soaking wet and had to ask for a new room key. The front desk reception asked if they needed them to call the police and I said they were fully aware that I came from the Seine. I had to get a new passport and my shoes and watch were ruined. Memorable, but scary. It's a good thing I could swim. Never did find out if they did anything to the guy that pushed us in the river.

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by Anonymousreply 12August 10, 2015 7:59 PM

I had just moved into my first apartment. It was the day after thanksgiving and I had just gotten home from visiting my parents. I was sitting on my couch when suddenly there was a loud banging on my door and a man's voice 'open the fuck up.' I started to make my way to the peep hole to see what the fuck was going on when a I saw the tip of a HUGE kitchen knife come through my mail slot. I freaked and called 911 all the while the guy was yelling I'm going to fucking kill you. The attendant on the 911 line was a complete moron she suggested that I try and see what the man wanted....I told her are you fucking nuts? Anyways the cops came and turns out the guy was likely looking for the previous tenant of my apartment!

by Anonymousreply 13August 10, 2015 8:12 PM

That's it R10 - the home invasion is one of my worst nightmares. I can't think of much that would be scarier, though R3's story is awful. You were so lucky. Did he wear a disguise? All of these are much scarier than what happened to me.

by Anonymousreply 14August 10, 2015 9:24 PM

Technically this didn't happen to me but I was there. I lived with 2 girls when I was in college and I came home late, drunk, and alone one night and noticed a couple of acquaintances of the roommates (female) passed out on the couches. No big deal, there was almost always someone passed out on the couch. One of the couches was right under a window which was kept closed but not locked. I awoke to screaming in the middle of the night and ran to the living room. There was a large wooden block propping open the window and some guy had been grabbing and fondling the girl on the couch through the open window. We called the police and they didn't really do anything. Under the window in the back yard was an enormous rock that had to weigh at least 100 pounds that the guy had used as kind of a stepping stool, we had no idea where it came from or why someone wouldn't just use a step stool or something. I was freaked out because there were so many times when all of us would be completely wasted, pass out, leave doors unlocked etc. We had woken up before once and the front door had been slightly open but we thought it was funny. It's scary to think about people being fondled/raped/watched in their drunken haze and the what if's.

by Anonymousreply 15August 10, 2015 10:06 PM
by Anonymousreply 16August 11, 2015 12:15 AM

Somebody said very mean things to me, and threatened me on Datalounge. I knew they were tracking me on my computer, so I threw my computer in shark infested waters. I was never threatened again.

by Anonymousreply 17August 11, 2015 12:25 AM

Living in a first floor courtyard apartment ....... outside doorbell tang at 3AM on a weekday night. I didn't answer it. A few minutes later there was someone tapping on my bedroom window (around back of the front apartment entrance). Tapped again and then again. Then a few minutes later front doorbell rang again. And shortly afterwards, more taps on the bedroom window.

Called the cops .........they came and ended up taking away a drunken girl who thought she was at her boyfriend's place for a booty call .......

If it had been her drunken boyfriend looking for a booty call, I might have answered .......kidding.

by Anonymousreply 18August 11, 2015 12:29 AM

Lets put it this way R7, when I was 14 I had sex with 5 brothers at once,when I was 15 I was sent to prison for 4 years,when I was 20 I stole a friends ID and GOT a job in a prison,I could go on and on and on ! Im half Cuban so I spent a lot of time in Miami,and many of my extended cousins were in the drug trade at that time (the money was unbelievable),I went to some CRAZY parties down there. My life was certainly never boring !

by Anonymousreply 19August 11, 2015 12:31 AM

When I was a child, my family was travelling down the Florida Turnpike when a funnel cloud formed above us. It never descended, but watching it swirl up in the sky as we drove by it praying that it wouldn't descend was pretty scary.

by Anonymousreply 20August 11, 2015 12:31 AM

Well, R19 ........now that's just bragging.

by Anonymousreply 21August 11, 2015 12:45 AM

A few years ago it was summer and I had my bedroom window open. I was just letting fresh air in for a little while. I hardly ever did that at night, but for whatever reason I did on this one. I was reading when suddenly I heard this ungodly scream coming from a man that was practically in my backyard. It was the neighbor on the hill/bank behind me screaming then laughing over and over. There was a man and woman begging him to stop and trying to calm him down. After a few minutes the noise moved further into the woods behind them.

They were drug dealers because I had heard a girl ask for pills while I was in my yard once. They couldn't see me for all the trees and foliage and had no idea I overheard them. Anyway, this screaming and begging went on for three hours solid. I had heard gunshots in the hill before so knew they had guns and they had big dogs and I was literally afraid to call the police because they would have known who called them since there weren't many houses around. Apparently the other neighbors were afraid to call 911 too because no police came.

At one point the woman was yelling at him, "Don't kill it, please!" It sounded like something out of a horror movie. Thankfully they moved a few months later.

by Anonymousreply 22August 11, 2015 3:29 AM

Somebody tried to kidnap me as a kid. I was standing at the bus stop on the corner with my friend and this guy drove up and asked me something, I couldn't hear him, stupidly leaned into the car and he grabbed me and tried to pull me in. I was terrified, kicking and screaming, my friend grabbed my torso so I couldn't be dragged to to the car and he finally sped away. I told my teacher what happened and then the principle who called the police and sent out notices to the parents. A few weeks later there was a kid that was abducted about 15 miles away and killed, it turned out to be the same guy. Very sad and very scary.

by Anonymousreply 23August 11, 2015 3:43 AM

R23, I think you win. Thank God you're still us, and so sad for the other kid that was murdered.

by Anonymousreply 24August 11, 2015 4:15 AM

What r24 said.

by Anonymousreply 25August 11, 2015 6:18 AM

I was at a gas station with my parents when it was robbed at gunpoint. My mother and I were sitting in the car while my father pumped the gas. My mother saw the man with gun inside. She started screaming at my father to get back into the car, then shoved me on the floor and told me to stay down. I was only 6 or 7 and was terrified.

A couple of years later, I was randomly attacked in a playground by two white-trash kids who were just looking to beat-up somebody.

by Anonymousreply 26August 11, 2015 9:15 AM

[quote]Someone came to the front door of my family's home in the middle of the night. He was pounding on the door and would not leave.

Yikes.

[quote] outside doorbell tang at 3AM on a weekday night. I didn't answer it. A few minutes later there was someone tapping on my bedroom window

Double yikes.

by Anonymousreply 27August 11, 2015 9:29 AM

You fucking shithead at r22, why didn't' you call the cops? What a damn coward.

by Anonymousreply 28August 11, 2015 9:55 AM

I feel bad for r19.

by Anonymousreply 29August 11, 2015 9:58 AM

I went to college in Madison, Wisconsin almost 30 years ago. Some guy acquired the use of a broken down wreck of a car so we could drive down to Milwaukee to party on a Saturday night in January. People had just returned from Christmas break and were still feeling festive. We did not know there was a travel advisory, and it had gone down to like 20 below with high winds and an ice covered highway. The car had no heat. It broke down when we were on our way back from Milwaukee, around 2 AM.. We were stranded for about four hours. The highway patrol eventually found us and brought us to a hospital after lecturing us on the fact that we could have died. We knew that. It was scary then, and now that I'm 52 it's even scarier.

by Anonymousreply 30August 11, 2015 10:13 AM

Just before my senior year in high school, a female student was murdered, sexually assaulted, bound and gagged, strangled, and her body dumped in a creek. Rumors were flying around school that one of the teachers was her killer, but there was supposedly not enough evidence to arrest him. Shortly after we graduated, that very same teacher, along with a male student in our class, were both arrested for her rape and murder. It was a horrible and unforgettable senior year for our class.

by Anonymousreply 31August 11, 2015 2:22 PM

R28, for what it's worth, I found out later that the police did know about the situation and chose not to do anything. It was the couple's son and it was an explosive, tenuous situation. I went on my gut feeling and it told me if I called 911 things would probably get worse and someone would possibly get killed. No person or animal was killed or hurt and things were back to normal the next morning. There were drug dealers in a house next to them and more living about 75 yards away from them. These people were dangerous.

As I said earlier, they and their neighbors (fellow drug dealers) left a few months after this incident. While they lived there it was hell for a nice neighborhood. One of their pittbulls almost attacked me and my dog in my back yard and the other pittbull (both were loose) slept on my porch. It was a small place and everyone knew about them and eventually they left or got arrested.

I think I did the right thing although I felt guilty for awhile.

by Anonymousreply 32August 11, 2015 5:15 PM

^^Pittbull should be two words and spelled pit bull.

by Anonymousreply 33August 11, 2015 5:53 PM

r31, how did the teacher and student develop such a dark connection that eventually led to colluding to murder someone? and do you mind if I ask where and when this was?

mine is nothing compared to these. i was in an emergency landing on a puddle jumper around Xmas, 1991. We got caught in the middle of a wicked ice storm over rural Michigan. my mom had just gotten in from overseas where she was working for the UN and we were going to visit my grandmother. the plane ride was terrifying. we'd go up and down, drop precipitously, then bank to the sides. the one stewardess on the flight was beyond panicked and told us all to assume crash positions. all i remember is people crying and my mom saying "i can't fucking believe that I traveled 1/2 way around the world to die in this piece of shit." (she was a shoot from the hip type).

though bumpy, we landed fine. but there were 1/2 dozen fire trucks and a couple of ambulances waiting for us.

by Anonymousreply 34August 11, 2015 6:12 PM

Not scary as such, but for me and more particularly my brother, a close shave,

The new-ish parish priest of my Catholic school, when I was 6 or 7 (you see where this is going), was a warm, jolly man who was very enthusiastic about kids joining community activities. Having recently watched TIGER BAY starring Hayley Mills, I decided I really wanted to join the choir, but the places were filled by family members of long standing church employees etc. I made my 16 year old brother join me in approaching the priest to complain about my not being allowed to audition. He heard me out and told me he'd see what he could do. Bear in mind, we are of a certain pigmentation. He made the appropriate impressive noises and I was set to meet with musical director, a bitch ex-nun. He also invited my bro to weekly pizza and movie nights to mentor younger kids. Being a budding socialite who spent as little time at home as possible, my brother was into it.

A week before the meeting, the priest asked to speak to my parents to see if it was all above board, and to offer them any help they needed. Curious, I thought, as I had no idea why they would need help, but after school I dragged my mum over to the presbytery. When the priest spoke to her, I could see my chances slipping away. It became apparent to me that he had assumed my parents were poor blue-collar immigrants who needed a helping hand. My mother was an immigrant, and my father grew up blue-collar, but both were reasonably well off doctors in private practice with positions at the local university.

Two days later, we received a phone call from one of the musical director's assistants (curiously, the churchy parent of an academically average girl in my class who nonetheless took home several school prizes each year) saying the choir was full up. Well, I officially hate all of you meanies, my embittered child self sulked. My brother chose not to attend the youth gatherings in solidarity with my social rejection, and instead joined a mix-ed gender hockey team he could meet girls.

Two years later, a cleaner walked into the sacristy to see the priest tending to two fresh off the boat 13 year olds: a Vietnamese boy and a Lebanese girl. Further, it turns out he had been groping the genitals of teen boys during impromptu wrestling bouts (I don't get it either). Thankfully, the victims and parents involved didn't go through the diocese or school to make complaints, and police charges were filed.

by Anonymousreply 35August 11, 2015 6:42 PM

R22's obviously never called 911 before. They ask you if you want to be contacted when the cops/EMTs/firemen show up and you can say no.

by Anonymousreply 36August 11, 2015 7:28 PM

I ordered a pizza and didn't give the guy a big enough tip so he attacked me.

by Anonymousreply 37August 11, 2015 8:22 PM

I have been burgled twice; Once when I was away and once I slept through the whole thing. The burglars did not make a mess either time and the second time the police caught and convicted the thief. I slept soundly afterwards; it's just stuff. I lost plenty of money both times but didn't feel particularly invaded, otherwise.

I was once ten minutes late getting to the station for my morning commute on a project I was doing in London. That day, the IRA planted a bomb on the platform I used. A cyclist was standing in the spot I usually occupied waiting for a train. He was blown to bits. I was also carjacked once. At gunpoint. This doesn't happen in the UK very often. I was very shaken afterwards.

by Anonymousreply 38August 11, 2015 8:41 PM

Nothing super-scary, thankfully.

- When I was young, probably 3rd grade, I was riding a bicycle in a residential neighborhood in Thailand, where my family was stationed. A car clipped me from behind and sent me flying. I woke up on the street with no memory of what had just happened. Fortunately, only a mild concussion.

- I was commuting home on a bicycle, whizzing down a hill, when a big SUV didn't see me and decided to turn right into a shopping center, cutting me off. I had to lay the bike down and pray, screaming as loud as I could. Fortunately, he heard me and stopped, with me and my bike halfway under the vehicle, in between the front and rear tires. Had he kept going, he would certainly have killed the bike and likely would have done some damage to my leg(s), as well.

- I woke up one evening to noises coming from my study. A burglar was in the process of breaking in but I was so out of it that it took me several minutes to figure out that this wasn't a dream. He finally got in the house and I sat up and loudly asked, "What the fuck are you doing in my house?" and he fled out the back door. They never caught him. I still don't know if it was the right way to handle the situation but I didn't have a cell phone and there was no phone in my bedroom for me to call 911.

- An ex decided that he didn't like the breakup, so he started stalking me, including trying to break in, peeking in my bedroom window at night, hollering at me through the mail slot in the door, repeatedly calling my home and work phone numbers. I got a restraining order against him and that finally took care of things.

Frankly, if that's the scariest that things get for me, I figure I can live with that.

by Anonymousreply 39August 11, 2015 8:58 PM

Being locked outside my college dorm in winter.

by Anonymousreply 40January 25, 2021 9:10 PM

I was forced to the ground in my caftan by a man who kicked in the front door on a snowy January night. He bound both of my hands in front of me with a rough rope and gagged me with duct tape. My Kris Jenner hairstyle was absolutely destroyed by the tape and I looked like a sad clown.

by Anonymousreply 41January 25, 2021 10:18 PM

I've come home to find a burglar burgling my house. I pulled the car up, went to open the front door and the burglar had put it on the chain. So when I pushed it open he'd hear it inside and run out the back door. I saw him run out through the window and over the back fence.

I came home from school and my mum was shook up. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "We've had a burglar in the garage. But it's ok. I went out and challenge him. I put my hands in his pockets and drew out a big spanner and a monkey wrench, kicked him out, then locked up" just like that! "But mum, the garage door is open! I'll go look, if there's someone there, I'll shout out". Off I went to look in the garage, and there was a burglar. I shouted to mum and she dialed 999. The police showed and took him away. Turned out that he'd escaped from the local mental hospital.

by Anonymousreply 42January 25, 2021 11:07 PM

sexually assaulted in college by some jocks and all I could think was 'there's only one way they can keep me from talking and that would be to kill me.'

I was too much in shock to say anything; believe it or not, I got called into a meeting by the coach who said that it was just guys being guys and if I wanted to be one of the guys that's how I'd look at it; I knew it'd be my word against theirs and I couldn't be sure that my family wouldn't blame me or throw me out. Horrific.

I barely survived the whole thing, emotionally; I've never really trusted anyone since.

by Anonymousreply 43January 25, 2021 11:15 PM

Northridge Earthquake - It felt like a giant picked up my condo and dropped it. My dog jumped on my chest while I was sleeping, next thing I know BOOM - My TV in my bedroom was launched into the wall and exploded. I grabbed my dog and stood in the doorway. No power, middle of the night, no lights so all I could hear was everything coming down around me. I thought I was dead. When it stopped, I grabbed my car keys and ran to the garage which was the first floor of the condo, and got my car out. My neighbors were standing outside shellshocked so I invited them into my car. We were listening to the radio when the wife of my neighbor goes "where is the apartment building across the street?" It had collapsed.

by Anonymousreply 44January 25, 2021 11:28 PM

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by Anonymousreply 45January 26, 2021 12:01 AM

My husband and I rented an Airbnb room in the wood for the weekend. It happened recently.

The owner, a lady in her mid sixties greeted us wearing a mask (so old it was crusted and blotchy with brownish snot stains hung loosely around her chin exposing her large crooked nose obscenely for all the world to see because she has COPD and couldn’t breathe from years of smoking.) Her bent back and weatherly skin made creaking noises like parchment papers every time she talked or made a move. I kept looking for the trail of breadcrumbs that led us there. But I guess the ravens (there were so many of them circling the sky and raining shit on us) ate that too. Just as well, because unbeknownst to us, freedom quickly became a distant memory.

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That was my foot for scale.

The place was smaller than my closet. We met two rescued dogs, seven broken wings ravens, one of them who thinks the landlady is his mother.

Scattering around us was a bunch of trailer park residents who got stuck in the 50s

Black and white TVs and art deco furnitures.

I learned quickly animals do smell very strong when you are in their territory.

My husband absorbed the smell quite eagerly. So he needed to stay six inches apart from me (the farthest other corner of that room)

After an hour I couldn’t picture myself sleeping in here. The smell was really strong. So either I am too domesticated or that place was too much of nature for me.

Then the hostess came around once more time, appeared out of nowhere and poked her head through the window (which never closed by the way, and neither is the only door) I started to believe the raven queen is a part of cannibal cult. It was the way she licked her lips when she met us. She has two hugely overweighed sons with her. They live an RV across from us and I saw them carrying large knifes in and out of the house.

So I shared my conspiracy theory to my husband and got him all freaked out.

The whole time we were surrounded by strays dogs that she randomly picked from wandering the desert.

So we turned the car around and got ourself ready, an hour after checking in.

Then the dogs were sad that we are leaving. 😔

My husband asked me if I wanted to have a drink and I told him no. I didn’t want to be inebriated and couldn’t run from the potential mass murderers.

So we left.

The next day, woke up in my own bed. It started raining outside. Imagine staying there in that tiny RV and waking up with the rain, cold, and wet dogs?

Thanks god we escaped

by Anonymousreply 46January 26, 2021 12:03 AM

I saw the Broadway musical "In My Life."

by Anonymousreply 47January 26, 2021 12:10 AM

When I was about 8, we were driving home after a day of sailing on a family friend's boat on Long Island Sound. It had started raining rather hard on the hour drive home from where the boat was usually moored. I was in the way back of their Scout, an old 2 door SUV with my best friend. We drove through a rather large pool of water on the roadway, and the truck sputtered and died. It was a main road, but there were no streetlamps. The darkness meant that the truck could not be seen by other drivers. Our fathers were outside looking under the hood, trying to determine how to restart it. A car barreling far too quickly came upon us, and I remember my friend's mom screaming, "OH MY GOD, WE"RE GONNA DIE." The lights of the car filled the big glass window where the two of us were sitting, and missed us literally by what felt like inches. It all happened so quickly, there was no time to panic, but it certainly is a scary memory from childhood.

When I was 19, I was working in a factory to pay for college. The job was soul-crushing but paid top dollar, so I was able to rationalize working rotating 12-hour shifts. My sister and I were sharing one car, so as I returned home in the morning, and she took the car on her way to school, it appeared that there was no one home in the house. Our home was set well back off the road with a circular drive at the end that was hidden from the street. Thieves who were using an ADT van as their vehicle targeted our neighborhood and our home was burglarized that day while I slept soundly after returning home from my night shift. The robbers must have opened my door and seen me asleep in bed with my dog. They managed to swipe a ring and wallet from my bedside table that was within reach of the door. When I got up around noon, I walked downstairs and realized that a lot of electronics were missing, and then stupidly realized, wait---why is the house such a mess? I joked about trading that dog in for a German Shepard after that. On a bright note, the ring was dropped in the driveway, so I didn't lose it.

Most recently, An ex who I had become friendly with again, and was contemplating getting back together with, turned into a total psycho. We had been hanging out again, and he was looking for a job. Knowing that my company was hiring, he applied as seasonal help without telling me. He was hired, went to orientation, and then decided he was severely disabled. Things got increasingly crazy. He sent the HR woman who had led his orientation an overly effusive email thanking her, but bowing out of the job, citing his new disability. After a week of increasingly bizarre texts, he decided I was not paying enough attention to him, posted a bizarre Facebook screed accusing me of all sorts of things, and that because I was such a horrible person, his aim was now to get me fired. He sent the HR woman whom he had contact all sorts of false accusations and emails and text messages from me trying to say I was an alcoholic drug user and some sort of criminal mastermind that would not want to be associated with me. When I found out, I ended up calling the police to document the situation and had to meet with HR to explain to them my relationship with this crazy man. Thankfully, they didn't believe a word of what he said, but I ended up with a restraining order just in case.

by Anonymousreply 48January 26, 2021 12:26 AM

Mine is similar to OP’s story. I went to an after-bar party at “friend’s” apartment. I remember drinking a beer. I woke up about 12 hours later in my bed with no idea of how I got home. I got up and realized I had been fucked because cum was dripping from my ass. I cleaned up and went looking for my car. I found it about 2 blocks from my apartment. I later heard that once I was drugged, everyone who wanted to got to fuck me. After the party was over, I was told I somehow got in my car and drove home - but I don’t remember it. How I was able to drive while drugged, I’ll never know.

This was in the 80s, during the height of AIDS. By some miracle I tested negative. Never spoke to those “friends” again and certainly never went to an after bar party again.

by Anonymousreply 49January 26, 2021 12:47 AM

R49, at least "Welcome to the world of AIDS" wasn't scrawled on your mirror when you woke up. That was a famous urban legend back in the day.

by Anonymousreply 50January 26, 2021 10:02 PM
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