What is the scariest thing that has ever happened to you?

Was there no cell phone service for you to call 911?

OP, it was probably aliens. Or bears.

If your deep into a National park there is no cellphone service.

R3 *you're

Gurl, this is why I don't like the idea of overnight camping in secluded areas, you are left in a vulnerable state at night.

A few years ago, I was at my dad's who lives way out in the middle of nowhere. Somehow his porch door did not close all the way and in the middle of the night and some creepy Cujo dog came into the house. We woke up hearing it digging in the trash and when we tried to shoo it out it got crazy violent scary barking growling. We closed ourselves in the room, it finished eating, then left. Was not a fun thing to happen at 2:00 a.m.

R6 You sure that wasn’t a coyote?

The horror! The horror!

R7 - I don't even know - once it got all snarly we slammed the hallway door like 2 big chickens. I just remember growling and teeth!

Who goes in the forest overnight without a gun?

Who goes to bed without locking all the doors?

Dumb asses.

The scariest thing that has ever happened to me is when my friend suddenly died and I became homeless.

Are you ok now R11?

I was 17 years old away from home by myself for the first time visiting my older brothers in DC. It was Sunday October 23 , 1977, using the Bob Damron guide I made my way to the Cinema Follies club and went up to the theater being a horny kid looking for his first experience . I was a naive fat kid , some old fucker ( prob my age now) made the move on me aggressively and I freaked out and left.

The very next day the place burned to ground, 9 men died in the theater , apparently the fire door was locked. I saw it on the news and was freaked out as hell vowing never to act upon my compulsions again. Well we all knew how that turned out .

Jogging on a rural country road during an evening and having a car follow me at a slow crawl right next to me. I made a run for it across a field of orange groves to get away from it.

r10, most people do not go backpack hiking/camping with guns.

Four of us were flying back from Victoria, BC to Portland, Oregon in a single engine, four-seat plane and our pilot was German. He noticed, as we were approaching Seattle, that the plane desperately needed fuel and a place to land. Because he and his Swedish friend needed to go through immigration at the first point they re-enter the U.S., we had to land at Sea-Tac International, but were not sure if we had enough fuel to get us there. By this time, our German pilot was getting nervous, and as a result, was having trouble with his English. His girlfriend, in the co-pilot's seat, had to translate what we were hearing over the radio. We were eventually given permission to land at Sea-Tac, which only accommodates the big planes. After a few giant skips on this gigantic runway, we came to a stop. Then, when they finished with immigration, we asked about fuel for the plane - they didn't have any fuel that would work in a small plane and we had to take off again and hope we had fuel to land at nearby Boeing field. And that wasn't all, it was dark by the time we refueled at Boeing field and our German pilot had to follow the lights on I-5 to find our way back to Portland. I was surprised at how calm I was throughout this experience. Looking back, it could have gone horribly wrong.

In the Fall of 1989, I was three years old living with my single mother in an apartment in South Chicago. We lived on the second floor, directly beneath a dumpster.

One night, my mother went to her bedroom and screamed. A man had climbed up the side of the building and was trying to pry open the window.

The man grabbed her arm, and she yelled, “I have a gun!”. He fell to ground, injured, and disappeared into the night.

It was terrifying, one of my earliest memories, and I honesty don’t think she or I would be alive if he had gotten inside.

We moved the next week. In 1993, she married a rich man and we decamped to a safe, leafy North Shore suburb, far away from the dangers of wretched inner city Chicago.

When a scat-sucking racist baboon on the DL threatened to cut my throat because he thought I was someone else. Naturally that is treated as normal here.

And the psycho is still posting.

I was hitchhiking in the Southwest desert in the middle of the night and I had just read one of the Zodiac Killer books. Death was lurking behind every cactus and sagebrush I saw.

Seeing Jeffrey Dahmer at La Cage nightclub in 1988.

Seeing Bigfoot while hiking a portion of the Appalachian trail. No, I'm not joking.

OP, you were sleeping in a tent alone in the forest? That is going to give me nightmares.

OP, what time of year was it? Those bloodcurding screams could have been from a mountain lion.

That time I got dragged to a Barry Manilow concert.

When I was a carefree teenager stopped at a traffic light, a scary dude hopped into the passenger seat of my VW Bug, grabbed my arm hard and said DRIVE! I drove him several miles on a major thoroughfare and then he just hopped out like nothing had happened. I've been militant about locking doors ever since.

Home invasion robbery at the house of a business acquaintance (on a Saturday).

I'd just stopped by for half an hour to discuss some business things and a guy off the street walked through the kitchen door to the garage with a gun. And it was a "good" suburban neighborhood. Totally random, totally terrifying.

In my party days, there was one time that I drunk drove home on the freeway around 3 am (not my drunkest state but still pretty drunk) and I remember I just wanted to pull over the side because I could feel myself falling asleep. Well I think I went out of it before I came to a full stop and didn't brake all the way and my SUV dipped down into the shoulder of the road, which was a pretty steep slope. I have no idea how long I was out of it -- maybe a few minutes -- but this woman had stopped her car behind me and tapped on my window to check if anyone was alive. She asked if I needed help and I was so overwhelmed I just kept saying no I'm okay, thank you. She left and I tried to reverse my SUV out of the slope and it was useless. Before I could comprehend everything happening a roving cop car came. I'm not kidding, I will never feel more lucky than that moment because I was still WASTED and all he did was ask if I was okay and he hesitantly asked me where I lived and if I needed help. I told him I only lived maybe 10 minutes away and he reluctantly said he'll call a tow truck and he'll wait with me. When the tow truck got my car fixated back on the road, the cop followed me home and then just left when I arrived. He didn't give me a ticket or a warning or anything.

I was born.

[R17] You and your mother lived * under* a dumpster on the second floor?

November 8, 2016

R30, you win

I was certain I would die in 2015 during a safari flight between Lusaka, Zambia and our safari camp. We were being flown in light aircraft, about 8 of us, by these very young (probably 20s) Zambian pilots. It was most turbulent flight of my life. The other 4 or so women in the flight and I were almost crying. Even my husband who handles turbulence like a pro was shitting himself. What made it worse was the two pilots laughing the whole entire flight like it was the funniest thing ever...I’m talking about laughing so hard you have to hold your sides.

Had a seizure while driving and totaled my car. Thankfully I didn't hurt anyone, just drove through some bushes and hit a tree head on. My head went through the windshield, despite wearing a seat belt and the airbag going off. Subsequently I had to get an MRI for the first time, and I am horribly claustrophobic - it was not fun at all, I was on the verge of having a full blown panic attack the whole time.

one time i was constipated and the shit sat in my bowels for several days. When it came out it wouldn't flush so i had to scoop it up into an empty ice cream bucket and then i threw it over the fence in the backyard.

r27 I had a similar experience, but not really. In my early 20s I got drunk and drove home and as I was coming up to a red light of a heavily trafficked 10 lane intersection, my brakes went out. I was going about 45 and pumping my brakes but I wasn’t stopping and I happened to be drunk! All I could do was honk my horn repeatedly as I went through the red light. Cars stopped and swerved, but no one got in an accident. That scared me so much, I never drank alcohol since that night. I could’ve killed someone.

Was a burn victim in a Middle Eastern country and had to go to a filthy hospital full of moaning, shrieking people and abuzz with flies and mosquitoes. Amazing I did not die or at least rack up a major infection.

1) My brakes failing on an icy mountain highway between John Day and Burns OR. Sheer dropoffs plunging a thousand feet down into forest, praying I found a runaway truck ramp before I found the rear bumper a slow-moving truck first.

2) A grizzly following me for a good mile down a trail off the Chena River near Fairbanks AK. I wasn't armed that day--the last time I ever set foot in the woods without a gun. Alaskan brown bears are bigger than their counterparts in the lower 48 and are not afraid of humans.

3) I was a weapons officer on [let's say a destroyer] in the early 00's when the CIWS radar controls malfunctioned. Basically CIWS is a Gatling gun armed with depleted uranium slugs firing at 4.5K rounds a minute. Without getting into too much detail, we were on an exercise with a carrier group and the CIWS kept right on shooting up the tow chain toward the plane after the target drone it was towing was destroyed. The Fire Control Chief got a handle on the situation but I had about 5 horrible seconds of imagining the pilot shot down, and everyone's head rolling, my own very much included.

Erna hissed at me in a dark parking lot outside of an adult bookstore venue. It was scary.

I ran to my car but was so nervous I had trouble turning the key and locking the doors. Next thing I knew she was presenting in the lens of my headlights.

I was an idiot young driver. On the ramp to get on the highway, totally distracted paying more attention to the radio than driving. I look up just in time to see that traffic had come to a dead stop. I was driving way too fast so I had to slam on the brakes so hard my car almost went into a spin. Scared the utter crap out of me, as it should have.

The idiots upholstering the furniture on my Gulfstream used the wrong type of leather.

The county Forensics Team found Erna's sphincter prints not only on my windshield but also on my side view mirror. When they ran the prints through the National Sphincter Identification Database (NSID) they found a match. Apparently she also did this in the states of Massachusetts, Louisiana and Texas.

I'd like to thank the authorities who worked hard on this case so Erna can't do this to any other innocent victims.

In NYC circa early 90s, I used to hang out with this pack of shady doctors who would steal controlled substances from the hospital and cook up their own special K and GHB. We would get SO fucking twisted and have the time of our lives. One night, we were at this rib joint in Soho called Tennessee Mountain (which closed years ago). It was about 8 of us, so they gave us a special large room in the back. We were getting wasted, drinking margaritas and doing bumps of all sorts of shit, just being rowdy and out of control. At some point I got up and went to the bathroom. I was hallucinating so hard that I thought I saw a guy with a hand gun pointed at a woman seated at a table. When I got back to our booth I told everyone about what I thought I saw. My friend immediately peaked out from beyond the curtain from our booth and saw 3 guys in ski masks with guns out. They were ransacking the place, robbing everyone - emptying pocketbooks, wallets, taking watches. I just remember him saying: "uhh, guys shut the fuck up or we're going to get shot.."

Somehow the dudes robbing the place missed our area. But it was terrifying for about 60 seconds, being absolutely quiet while my head was basically exploding open and these guys not more than 40 feet from us, guns drawn screaming that they were going to kill anyone who acted up.

Good times!

A home invasion that involved a sexual assault.

R21 Back in the late 80s I was working in Northern Ontario on a natural gas mainline job. At the end of the day I was driving back to my motel when I decided to pull over to a clearing to pee and finish my lunch.

I heard rustling behind me and I hoped that when I turned around I'd see a moose which were plentiful in that area, but my fear was I'd see a bear which were also plentiful.

When I turned around I saw what can only be described as a tall ape creature watching me. It grunted and took a step closer.

I ran leaving everything behind, got into my truck and drove as fast as the gravel road would allow me.

bump

R44, sounds like you also had a run-in with Erna. He moves around a lot.

Mentioned before, picked up rough trade in 1990's and was more or less stalked, money extorted and life threatened, for weeks!

I was alone in the house, early Saturday evening. The doorbell rang so I went to answer but for some reason I peeked through the side window of the living room that looks out on to the porch instead of just going straight to the door. There were two guys at the door, one holding a machete close to his thigh and just staring at the door, the other had his back to his friend and was keeping watch on the street.

I froze. Just froze in fear. I stood silently hoping they would just go away. The door handle rattled a few times (thankfully the door was locked) and I heard footsteps going round the side. I ducked down on the floor and crawled to a phone and called 911. While I was on the floor there was a shadow at the window, one of them looking in. He couldn’t see me but I knew he was there. After what seemed an eternity I heard them walking away.

The police came and took a statement, they said off the record that my house was a previous address of a known pedo who had been beaten a few times and I should make sure to keep doors and windows locked. Later that week the pedo was found dead in his home.

My father took me and my sister out on a boat on Lake Michigan in a freezing gale with no life jackets. I was sure we were going to capsize and die. He enjoyed doing things that caused trouble and endangered other people.

Went on a boat trip with 8 other guys,passed out cold during the evening,came to as we were headed back in, with only 5 guys aboard.Lets just say cocaine was involved and every inch back to shore I was praying my cousin and I would touch dry ground again. Very shortly after that,I walked away from that whole world though it was great money and lots of fun.My cousin did too. I was never so terrified in my whole life,and i should have gotten an oscar for acting like nothing was wrong with the fact 3 guys we partied with were no longer on the boat.

I don’t know if it’s the scariest but I was attacked by a man with a small pick ax in Arches National Park. I fought back and was able to escape into the dark woods bloody and limping and laying on the ground in the dark.. He was a fellow camper there with his crazy girlfriend. It was winter and we were only the 3 people in the campground. After I was sure they left, I found a cabin where the camp host was staying (about a half mile away and our of view from the attack). I probably scared him more than I was scared at that point yelling at him open the door and radio the rangers. The fucking rangers caught the attackers outside the park (the campground was about 15 miles into the park) and let them go. The fuckers didn’t care and just assumed it was a fight.

One thing I learned was that I was capable of fighting back for my life. The dude was much bigger. I think if I got a hold of the pick ax I would have killed him with it in self defense

The other lesson which someone warbed me before: only crazy people camp in the winter

When I was a teen I lived with my mom. We were very poor. We got our old VW bug back from the shop in the evening. The shop was about three short blocks from our apartment, make a left and you’re there in a minute or two.

We’re driving along, just a block from home, and my mom puts her foot on the brake at a red light. Her foot goes all the way down to the floor. No tension in the brake at all. She had to make a quick right to stay out of the intersection. Lots of traffic around. She had to let off the gas, make a right at every light, and wait for the car to slow down enough so she could pull over. When she was almost stopped, I finally jumped in front of the car and stopped it from rolling any further. Luckily a Bug is very light.

I went back and had a little heart to heart with the shop owner the next day. They were supposed to be “replacing” the brakes.

The person I thought I had murdered showed up to work the next day as if nothing had happened. I thought he was a ghost at first.

I was young and had just moved into my first apartment. This was way before cell phones and the phone company had not been out to install mine yet. It was a late Saturday evening and I needed to do laundry so I took my basked out to the laundry room which was across a small courtyard from my second floor apartment. As I was walking, I passed a guy in a uniform, who I assumed was a security guard. I said hi and continued on my way. Back in my apartment, which I thankfully locked, heard loud banging on my front door like someone was trying to break it down. I was petrified and when I went to peek out the small window next to the door, I saw military style boots that the guy I had passed earlier was wearing. He was a big, mean looking guy with a buzz cut. He banged for what seemed like an eternity and finally left. I did not go back to the laundry room that night.

The next day I went to the office and asked who the security guard was and the girls in the office said they didn't have one. I told them what happened and they were a bit freaked out. I never did see him again but the thought that he was probably watching me to see what apartment I was in still freaks me out 30 years later.

Ever since those kids were killed in that tent on the beach I've been creeped out by tent camping. Has to be an RV with a good door lock.

When I was a kid I’d walk home from school and stay by myself until my mom got home from work a few hours later. One day I got home from school and I was watching tv, eating a snack when the doorbell rang. I had the sense to look out the peep hole and when I did, I saw a man holding a gun. I didn’t answer the door and called my mom at work. She told me to hide in the closet and she was on the way home. She only worked like five minutes from our house. When she got to the house no one was at the door.

Walking home with my boyfriend and a friend in Hollywood after watching the movie QUIZ SHOW in 1994. Rounded a corner near my apartment building when 3 young guys with guns held us up. I only had about $40 in my wallet and gave it to them without making eye contact. My foolish friend kept repeating "don't shoot!", which was the fucking stupidest things he could have said in that situation. They kids took the money and walked away. Fucking scary.

When i was in my early 20s, Iwas walking home from the train station in my home town and a cab pulled up and asked if I wanted a lift. If this had happened anywhere else, I would've said no, but it's a fairly small town and my uncle was also a taxi driver and knew the other drivers round the area and I hadn't heard anything about any creeps from him. So I said okay.

Needless to say, he *was* a fucking creep. He kept asking really inappropriate questions about my life (not ordinary chit-chat, sexual stuff) so I just made up a bunch of lies and had him drop me off a few streets away from my house.

I was freaked the fuck out. I made sure to tell everyone about him and what a fucking sleaze he was. I regret never reporting him through proper channels - I was young and dumb and had zero experience with this sort of shit.

This is long. Part 1

My great grandparents lived in a very small town on the Pecos River about about 20 miles outside Santa Fe. Think Ansel Adams “Moonrise over Hernandez”. The town is located where the Santa Fe Trail crossed the river and the area is rich with folklore passed on over generations. As children, we were told all the old stories.

One of the stories involved a claim that bandits on the trail robbed a bank and hid the loot in the adobe walls of one of the “apartments” of my great grandfather’s house (rooms with separate entrances). We were warned that the ghosts of the bandits were relentless and come back to look for their bounty. Accordingly, my great grandfather kept pistold in these rooms hanging on the wall. These stories were of course true and more than once when sleeping in these rooms I was awakened in the black of night by the sounds of doorknob turning. No one was ever there however.

Other stories involved brujas (witches), men with cloven hoofs, ghost trains , La Llorona (see link), etc. it was a fascinating, mysterious and photogenic place and I loved to visit and to explore the old adobe ruins; the river; the canyons; the cemetery (during the day). although I was scared shitless half the time, I loved being there.

Part 2

One occasion was particularly terrifying. My great grandfather had a small ranch about 10 miles down a very rough dirt road. He kept some horses at the ranch and some other animals including, briefly, chickens. There was also a small rock house. The road to the ranch passed an old cemetery — wrought iron, wooden crosses, faded plastic flowers and virgins — you get the picture. Once when I was visiting in the summer as a teen there was a problem with coyote or some other animal taking the chickens. My great grandfather asked me to take the old Ford up to the ranch and watch the chickens overnight until the pen could be repaired the next day. I was scared of staying out there alone but I knew I couldn’t refuse

So i went out there about an hour past dusk on a very bright cloudless night. When I came to the cemetery there was an old 70s era black car parked in the cemetery. Looked like a big Lincoln Continental or similar. The car looked very dirty and the windows were full of dust. I briefly stopped the truck and could hear the car idling but I could not see anyone around. With every fiber of my being I wanted to turn back but knew I couldn’t. I had to make it to sunrise.

Now sound carries very strangely in the canyons and throughout he night I thought I heard a car approaching on the dirt road. I could imagine the dusty tires bucking back and forth against the deep ruts in the road. I waited with deard for dim dusty headlights to start flashing against the junipers as the car rose and fell through the hilly canyons. But the light never came and I told myself it was only the intermittent breeze playing tricks. Every once in a while I would hear the loud whistle of a distant train cruising along I-25.

And then the real terror struck. As the moon set and it began to get darker a heard the sound of a baby crying, softly at first, the wailing. It would stop and then a soft desperate woman’s voice imploring into the night in Spanish. And then there was ghastly interminable weeping weaving in and out of the breezes. My eyes were like white discs as as I focused into the darkens waiting for — for what I couldn’t imagine but it felt inevitable. I vaguely considered shooting myself to end the terror. Eventually, after a million hours, morning finally came and with it my uncle. I said nothing.

On the drive back passing the cemetery the car was gone. Instead, stuck in a tree and dancing brightly in the breeze and morning sun, was a long white lace veil.

God I miss that place!

Freaky,R60!

Thanks r60 — now that at least one person enjoyed the story it was worth typing it out:)

I think the mystery of the screaming woman has been solved.

R60, Is this the same area where a stranger entered a cafe and was recognized even though he had never been there before?

That is not my story r64. But maybe

We used to have two posters who met John Wayne Gacy. I wonder if they will chime in.

r24 wins this thread.

r34 - Did your bathroom look like this afterwards?

Really r68 f&f

Lighten up, r69.

I was 10 or 11 years old in rural Missouri and spending part of the summer with an aunt & uncle on their farm, which was located at the end of a dirt road. Adjacent to their property was a national forest, which I loved to explore. I would practically tiptoe through the leaves and limbs on the ground, hoping I would come across some animals and not wanting to frighten them.

One day my travels took me up a big hill and when I got to the top I heard men talking. Looking down the other side of the hill I saw an old shack that looked like it would fall apart if someone touched it. There were two old men squatting on little stools in front of it, slaughtering an animal that looked like a dog, although it had already been skinned. It was about the size of a collie. They were cutting it with knives and pulling it apart, laughing and talking as they went about their work.

I was standing perfectly still, transfixed, when one of the men hopped up from his stool and stared straight at me, waving his knife and yelling some gibberish. I about shit myself, sure they would skin me alive too. I ran all the way back to the farm and hid in the barn until I calmed down. I never told a soul about it.

R59, R60, Thanks! This thread is an example why I miss AIKC. He had some great stories that he shared with us.

A mis-diagnosed ruptured appendix while on vacation in Ptown. When the doctor finally realized what it was, after I had been sent home from the emergency room the day before, I actually saw them turn pale.

Someone needs to do a mashup of this thread and the creepy unsolved mysterious one.

R36, that sounds like utter hell. Hope you're ok.

In my 20s, a 100 years ago, I was walking in a New Orleans park, on a walkway and during the day. Two teenagers passed me in the opposite direction, then came back around and faced me. One had a cloth covering his hand and said, "I have a gun. Go where we tell you. " I flashed on being in some isolated spot with them. I pretended having a heart attack (fear is helpful for that ) and eventually they went away. Very soon after I saw a cop car and told the officer, who said, "Oh, that happens here a lot. "

My partner was killed in a work accident. Many, many weird things happened for months after that.

My computer, which I was working on that morning before the call, said I have mail (which never happened before). Right after that I got the phone call that he was dead. On the way to the cemetery, in a residential neighborhood with no church, etc. , there was a very old fashion nun in white holding rosary beads staring at the entire funeral procession. I thought I had lost my mind but many people at the funeral saw her too and told me.

Once, I was watching TV on a nice clear day with his relative. Neither one of us was anywhere near the remote. The TV turned off. I turned it back on. I could feel pressure on the bed from time to time.

The estate was a mess due to no will and I had to deal with a asshole brother. I went through the angry stage of grieving and would yell at him. I was leaving for a vacation during this period and had to get my suitcase from a closet under the stairs. I heard footsteps above me and could see the stairs move. I freaked out and ran outside until a friend came so I could continue packing. I know he was just trying to communicate with me but it really freaked me out.

We had planned and were in the process of finishing the basement, which was his dream.. A few months later, after he died, I hired contractors to come over and go over the plans for the basement. We were talking and planing in the basement. I kept hearing something scratching, like a bird, on the basement windows. I keep hearing it and commented but they ignored me. I went upstairs to the kitchen and there starring directly on my deck was the most beautiful bird I had ever seen. It was perched above six feet away and would not take it eyes off me. I felt a great calming feeling. I screamed for the guys to come up and see the bird. They did and couldn't believe it. I never mentioned it again to them until the job was finished. I asked them separately what they thought of the bird without telling them my feelings. One thought it was a sign from my partner. There other thought it was a sign from god. It was a red tailed hawk.

True story. I would have never believed it if all this had not happened to me.

I was about 6-7 years old in the mid-70's, my family lived in an old house with basement, 1st floor, 2nd floor, and walk-up attic. One summer evening I arrived home with my very pregnant mother and younger sister. We had been at a relative's house, my Dad was going to stop by the grocery store and pick up a few things then meet us at home. We entered the house through the back door as we usually did, my mom commented about the door not being locked. When we got inside, my sister and I ran upstairs to put our pajamas on because a show we wanted to watch was starting soon. I heard my mom yelling out for my Dad, asking if he was home. At the top of the stairs there were some spots on the carpet but we didn't pay much attention...all of a sudden, my mother screams "GET DOWN HERE NOWWWW! RIGHT NOW!" She met us halfway down the stairs and grabbed both of us by the arms and literally dragged us out the front door and screamed for us to get in the car and lock the doors. I'll never forget the look on her face, I can't put it into words, but it scared the fucking shit out of me.

We sat in the car until my Dad got there, she got out of the car and talked to him, he left and then came back with my two uncles and my Grandfather, who had a gun. After awhile they came back out and we all went inside and waited for the cops to arrive.

Basically, someone had gotten into the house and removed all of the pictures and artwork off the walls and placed them neatly on the floor or against the wall. They also looked inside the chimneys of the fireplaces, we know this because some furniture was in front of them and had been moved. There were drops of what looked like blood throughout the 2nd floor of the house and on the step-up to the attic door. The thing is, my parents always kept the attic door locked. It was locked when they tried it, so my mom got the key and opened it, and there were blood drops going up the stairs about halfway up, then they just stopped. No other blood in the attic and nothing else disturbed. Nothing was missing from the house.

It was so bizarre, the cops said that it was probably a robbery and someone cut themselves while going through stuff. But how did they get in the locked attic? ANd there was money and my dad's expensive camera and some jewelry that was not taken. It was so weird and really shook up my parents especially my mom.

We never stayed another night in that house. We lived with my paternal grandparents until my parents bought another house about a year later.

I saw the movie The Texas Chainsaw Massacre ( the original) at the local cinema when I was a kid. I walked home alone scared shitless the entire way. When I got home I was still rattled and was sitting at the kitchen table probably having a snack. It was very quiet and then the power went out. I sat frozen in total silence, everyone else in the house was asleep. I couldn't move so I just sat there. Probably 20 minutes later the power came back on (it seemed like hours) and I got up and went right to bed and kept the light on all night.

in 4th grade a classmate claimed he had seen me and another friend messing around through the window of my bedroom (we had been). in 6th grade my dad walked in on me sucking off my best friend. in college on spring break a colombian bellhop burst a condom inside me.

i was a whore, darlin’.

Okay, I had rented a cabin in the Hocking Hills (in SE Ohio), which I had done several times before. I made the mistake of watching a DVD of 'High Tension' that evening. When I went out onto the deck afterwards, to look at the stars, I heard this strange, heavy panting coming fom the woods. It was very loud, and felt very close. I'm an amateur naturalist, so my brain went through all sorts of contraptions to imagine what might possibly make a noise like that. Possibly a bear (although they're very rare in Ohio), but my final impression was that I had heard a grassman (Ohio's version of a Bigfoot). I've never been able to make sense of it, and I haven't been back.

Being stalked by a budding serial killer in college.

R21, please share more!

R81, please elaborate

I had parked, idling in the middle of a dirt road while I rolled a joint. It was in a river bottom area, and to my right and left were two large fields, surrounded with trees and barbed wire. The trees had been cleared at the road so you could see the fields were empty...that's why I stopped there. It was right by our farm so I knew the place. No one was around. So I rolled it up, and was licking the paper from left to right...and out the passenger window I see the huge ruddy Grizzly Adams looking fucker running toward me at full tilt, right at the fence, stripped to the waist look of fury, eyes blazing--the whole deal...He came from NOWHERE. I was so frightened I pissed myself a little as I drove off, tray flying, loose reefer lost. It was hot outside so I had left the car running, thank Jeebus. I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't looked up when I did.

1987, on a packed Jumbo 747 flight to Belfast, Ireland. Overnight flight, everything okay, and we approach the airport. Typical landing up until we abruptly feel the engines thrust and we begin to climb. Landing aborted and we feel a wide turn. Seems we are approaching the airport again, yet no communication from pilot nor crew and attendants remain seated and belted.

For a second time, the landing is aborted and we are thrust up again. At this point I begin worrying, and look around me; all these older ladies had brought out their rosaries and prayers began. After the second aborted landing the captain announced the problem: Landing gear could not be confirmed by flight crew to be down and locked in place. Pilot had flown as close to runway as possible so that ground crew could look with binoculars to see if wheels were down, and this could not be confirmed.

So, pilot informed us that we would be doing an emergency landing, and attendants proceeded to go thru all the details of putting head between knees etc. Being a young and fit young man of twenty seven and sitting in a emergency exit aisle, I was briefed by the stewardess of protocol.

Imagine my surprise to be told that if anyone gets up before the okay is given and rushes to the exit window I was to trip them or grab a hold to prevent panic! We were also informed that the runway had been coated with fire retardant foam and firefighters would be on the runway.

OMG, I was never more thankful to have so many Catholics aboard my flight......at this point every other passenger had their rosaries out and was, in my scared mind, counting and chanting. Anyhow, was all for naught as we had a successful landing. What I did learn is the emotions, fear and terror that one experiences on a threatened flight.

Return flight was from Prestwick, Scotland, and on a 757, so despite being scared to fly for the first time in my life, I was relieved it wasn't another 747.

76 here. I never have really believed in the afterlife but do now. Google red tailed hawk.

Also, after notifying only his sister and my mother, my mother got I phone call from my cousin, who lives across the country,. She called my mother right after my phone call. She said that she felt something terrible had happened in the family. My mother informed her.

His sister went to a well respective psychic, which I didn't believe in. She told her that "they" were trying to get him to move on and he was very stubborn and needed to tie up lose ends. I think most of this is BS until she told her about a spirit, who could not move on as the had commited suicide and wanted to make sure that he had done this out of anger not self hate. Her brother-in-law had shot himself 40 years ago way before the internet and it was not in the paper. He did this after he got in a fight with his wife.

R44, I have no doubt about it. Bigfoot/Sasquatch is real, it's always been real. We certainly aren't the only ones who have seen it.

r21 I believe you I knew a big foot researcher. Care to share any details?

So, R50 what happened to the 3 other guys? You didn't give details. Did they drown? Were they killed by other guys while you were sleeping? Was there an investigation by their families? Definitely sounds like a scary night.

I was skinnydipping in Bedford New York (home to Michael Douglas and many other celebs) with another au pair in the middle of the night. He was a hot Swede and we had been partying all night. House was in the middle of nowhere. And then we realized someone was watching us hidden in the bushes. Ran inside and never saw who it was but so creepy to this day. We had probably been watched all night long.

R84, did you know this guy? Why was he there/what was he doing? Did say anything?

One summer years ago, a friend & I went out driving by our local reservoir which is surrounded by woods after the bars closed. Just driving around. After a while my friend said he needed to take a leak so I pulled the car over for him to get out. He walked about 20 feet away to whiz. About a minute or to later he rushed back and said to drive off now which I did as I hadn't turned the car off. I asked what the rush was about. He told me that while he was peeing he saw the shadow of a man with a rifle off in the distance and that the guy had turned and saw him so he ran back to the car. I asked him if he was sure about what he was. Could it have been a black bear, deer etc ?

He was adamant that he saw a man with a rifle. Ok, whatever. The following day our major news of the day was that someone had fatally shot a couple in their car out at the same reservoir area at the same time we were there. The reservoir has a 'Lovers Lane' spot where teens, couples have gone for decades to make out. We'd passed that area that night and I recall seeing a couple of cars but wasn't paying rapt attention. Still gives me chills when I think about though. Maybe it was the killer my friend had seen in the woods. Whoever did it btw was never caught.

R89 I dont know what happened to those guys while I was passed out and I dont want to know. It wasnt the kind of thing you asked about. My cousin (who introduced me to the drug trade) never mentioned that night again,and the one time I tried to ask,years later,he just shook his head . They were hispanic,so I assume they may not have been legal.Back then half the population of miami were illegals. Especially during the cocaine cowboy years.As far as I know they were never reported missing,but like I said,very shortly thereafter I got out of that scene. I sure as shit didnt want to end up on a boat ride. It was so surreal sipping on cocktails and doing lines while pretending that 3 men werent there.I still cant believe it some times.

Yikes!

R79 This is the wrong thread. This is a Twilight Zone/Night Gallery type of thread. You belong in a Penthouse Forum/What A Slut I Have Been type of thread.

To all the Bigfoot enthusiasts. There are not just a Bigfoot but a legion of Bigfeet. Many in the government know about this issue and feel that doing nothing to them is the best solution for The Bigfeet.

Is Bigfoot's daughter whatever was caught in the Angeles National Forest in this video?

R97, odd that the presenter at the start of the clip says 'a woman' when it's a man?

When I was about 10 years old, I walked to a playground with a friend (who was about the same age) and my 3 year old cousin. Two kids came around and started talking to us. I was getting a bad vibe from them, so I pretended that I heard someone yelling for us to come home. As we left the playground, the kids attacked my friend and I. My cousin screamed and started running in the wrong direction from her home. I never knew who they were, just they beat us up for fun. It's been almost 40 years and that is the scariest thing that's happened to me.

Then, twice as an adult I've been accosted by strangers. Once, I was working at night delivering large bundles of newspapers. I had to pick them up at a loading dock in the middle of an industrial area. They had been dropped off earlier, so there was nobody around. Two drunk guys approached me, obviously looking for trouble. I reached in the back of the van for the tire iron, but I had already stacked a couple of hundred pounds of newspapers on top of it. Once they got close to me, their demeanor changed. They said they were out looking for a fight. I don't know what made them decide not to mess with me but they moved on and I finished loading the van and drove away.

Just a few years ago, I was taking a short cut through an alley in the middle of the afternoon. I heard some people yell "Bob" several times. I turned around to see who was yelling. Two men, and one woman approached me and asked if I my name was Bob. It is not Bob, and told them that. They did not believe me. Apparently Bob had sold one of their friends a bad batch of drugs. They followed me a couple of minutes, continually asking me if I was Bob. I pulled out my wallet to show them my ID, but before they looked at it a car drove past and they walked away.

r95: each of those experiences terrified me (as a young gayling in the small town south in the 80s).

Getting kidnapped and extorted by corrupt cops in Manila and having to call my parents in the US for the money.

R100 Still no. If Bigfoot stuck his 30 inch cock up your ass then fine. Or having Mothman fistfuck you. Then again you didn't mention my ex, the whore, either. For that you deserve special points.

I was 9 years old and watching Charles in Charge on a Friday evening, which was traumatic enough, when Meg Ryan made the most poorly scripted and terribly unconvincingly acted walkon role - her character espousing love for the character of Charles (Scott Baio) after having spent less than a day with him.

It was so bad that I completely shut down and have made a point of avoiding any of her stupid romcoms, even When Harry Met Sally. Romcoms in general, actually. From time to time she will grift a small nontypical part in movies like Restoration and Hurly Burly, but infect those otherwise stellar movies with her repulsive perkiness and this thing she ALWAYS does where she looks amazed and wondrous about something...

Although I now understand that Baio being a producer on CiC must bear some of the culpability for that odious performace - and he probably wrote her unremittingly atrocious dialogue - I have successfully managed to avoid his "work" enough to prevent myself from having further trauma inflicted upon my psyche. And now that Ryan has FINALLY given up on collaborating with people who are ACTUALLY talented such as Jane Campion, I may finally heal completely.

R64 I think I read that story on another thread. Wasn't this when the two guys went into a TGIF somewhere and the one was recognized by the waitress+other staff (although they never set foot in that town until that very visit)?

R104 Ruby Tuesday's, not TGIF. And it was in New Mexico.

Fascinating but creepy AF.

It was 1996 and I was 25. I met this kid Joshua Priebe. He was 20 or so. He would show up at my place with meth, and say "wanna get fucked up?" He was cute- looked liked early, cute Michael Stipe. He was kind of a sociopath, though.

One day I went out to West Covina with him to hang at his place. It was a sad place (of course) with not much furnishings. He had an older Asian roommate who clearly let him stay there because they fooled around.

I spent the night there. We partied all night. And then it was my 26th birthday, and I insisted he bring me home, because I suspected my friends were planning a surprise party. Joshua was really, really angry that I was making him take me home. So angry that he started driving insanely on the freeway. I wasn't reacting. And the more I didn't react, the crazier he drove. We almost collided with a car at 70mph. For sure the closest I ever came to dying.

Joshua got off the freeway and ordered me out of the car. I walked three miles to get home, but I was so happy to be alive. And there was no surprise party.

R76 Sorry to tell ya, all that stuff was in your mind.

As a young child I was out with my parents for a leisurely drive through a secluded forested area, it was a beautiful day and the sun was shining although it had been raining not long before. As we went around a long corner I saw a man walking along side the road in a yellow raincoat and waterproof yellow hat, he was covered from head to toe in blood. It was on his face, all over the raincoat and soaking through his clothing. He looked at me through the car window with a haunted look on his face. I screamed at my parents "speed up the car, there's a man in blood!!" as I was literally scared shitless. My parents who didn't see the man said don't be silly, there is never anyone walking in this area alone.

Back in the early 1990's I was driving a car from Toronto to Vancouver and decided to go the US route and instead of going from Detroit to Chicago and then continuing west from there.. i went from Port Huron to northern Mich across the state into northern Wisconsin and then head west..it was early October and the first day of the drive was great..beautiful fall colors and a crisp autumn day. Made good time/distance that first day and my plan was to keep driving until i got too tired. I stopped in Marquette and had some dinner and looking back should have found a place there to sleep but sun was still up and I was young and full of energy so kept going. Not sure when but at some point I hit a skunk and the muffler of my truck started dragging. I got nervous as some sparks started shooting from the back and I was on a dark highway (number 2 in northern Mich). No one was around so I got out of truck and took Muffler off. The entire time I felt like something was watching me or at least some sort of presence, honestly never felt this way before...anyway got back in truck and kept going. Not too far down the road I entered a small town, it was maybe 9pm dark and I checked into road side motel. The only garage in town was not open till the morning. I was hungry so walked up main road to a store/gas station as everything else was closed. Again the entire time I felt something walking behind me...after getting some food i ran back to my motel room and locked the doors..nervous but eventually fell asleep. Next day I brought my truck to the garage he told me it would be a few hours so i went to local diner down the road. This place was packed (it was a saturday) as soon as i entered the entire place ( i do no lie ) all the customers and staff went quiet and everyone stared at me for like 5 seconds...then went back to their meals...to this day i have no interest in heading to Northern MI again the whole scene felt like a stephen king/children of the corn type place...

I wrote about this before so here goes again.

Driving from a very small town in southern Ontario Canada back to Waterloo the lights on my old car gave out. I tried driving in the dark but there wasn't enough light to continue so I pulled over onto a county road, parked the car and grabbed a blanket and flashlight from the trunk and fell asleep.

At some point I heard a loud thud or bang near the front of my car which woke me up scaring the shit out of me.

I flashed the light through the windows but didn't see anything. I started the car and drove as fast as I could in the dark until I hit Litowel. I parked in a church parking lot and stayed awake until daylight came.

When the sun was up I started looking for a place to eat and waited for a garage to open to see if I could travel safely.

The hood of my car had a massive dent in it. I told the mechanic what had happened and asked what could have made that dent and he said it looked like someone had hit the hood with an ax.

[quote]And there was no surprise party.

I hate to say it R106 but for me that was the saddest part of your story.

R109, you sound paranoid. I'm sure they stared at you because it was obvious weren't a local.

Most of my scares were in the 80s and 90s when HIV killed people. Harrowing times.

Once in college I was beat to a pulp by black townie teenagers. For a year afterwards,my back was up and sometimes panicked in black neighborhoods. It was irrational but very real in my body.

R109 you had to be there it was not just the staring... the whole room went quiet it had over 50 ppl chatting away and went completely silent when i opened the door...5 seconds of that is weird NOT paranoid..i have traveled enough to know the difference of being a welcome stranger and this experience

I saw a bug once

[quote]What is the scariest thing that has ever happened to you?

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I think I have told this story on here before, but what the hell...

When I was 8 or so, my parents and I spent a weekend in an A-frame house in the woods. It was owned by my dad's best friend who was a doctor. I thought it was creepy, but I got to stay in the loft bedroom that looked down over the living room area which I thought was cool at the time. My Parents stayed downstairs in the bedroom that was sort of behind the kitchen.

Our second night there, it stormed really badly. I heard someone banding on t he door. I went to get my parents, who told me it was just the trees and to go back to bed. I did. The banging started again, and this time I swear, I could hear someone saying "please" really weakly. I went to get my parents again, and finally convinced my dad to come listen. He went to the door to prove the knocking was just a tree hitting the door or the wind banging the storm door.

Instead, there was a huge man (I was small at the time, so he may have been normal sized)...bleeding all over the porch. He had a hatchet in his back.

And now on to the less-than-dramatic conclusion. My father calmed him down and called 911. An ambulance came...it took awhile, but it came. The man went to chop off a limb from a tree that was hitting his house, and since it was so dark, he swung with the wrong side of the hatchet facing the branch. He got the business end stuck in his back. He thought the doctor was in his house since he saw the lights on, and came over for help.

It was really terrifying, and I remember it all like it was yesterday.

As a side benefit, my parents believed every word that came out of my mouth from that day on. Lucky for them, I was a pretty good kid.

r109, they smelled the skunk on you, how could you not know that?

R50, I totally get where you're coming from. I was in Fort Lauderdale during that time and well aware of what was going on in Miami. Those years truly changed the whole landscape and vibe of Miami. It was a beautiful place at one time. I won't go down there for any reason. Even South Beach isn't what it once was.

[quote]number 2 in northern Mich

I believe I also once did number 2 in northern Michigan.

Was it in a store R120?

Long story short:

I had a six month old baby, my only child. I'd been getting about five hours of sleep each night since he was born, and those five hours weren't even consecutive.-- so please keep in mind, long-term lack of sleep.

There was a family emergency and I needed to make a seven hour round-trip with my son. A couple of hours into my drive, I stopped at a scenic lookout off the interstate in the Arbuckle Mountains in Oklahoma to give my baby a bottle. I'd planned on taking him out of the car seat and laying him on an old flannel sheet so he could get some fresh air. After I unbuckled his car seat and handed him the bottle, I went to get the sheet out of the back. I couldn't find the sheet (husband had taken it out before getting the car cleaned) and I decided the sun was too intense anyway, so I just stood inside the open rear passenger door (a small suv for visualization purposes) and talked to my son while he finished his bottle. When he finished, I closed his door and I threw my coffee cup in the trash barrel and jumped back in the car. I was a little anxious about driving through the mountains -- the Arbuckles aren't big at all, but traveling people unfamiliar with the curves drive too quickly through them. I reassured myself that I'd just stay in the slow lane and we were all buckled up, right? Just then I realized that I never rebuckled my son after changing my mind about taking him out of the car. At that realization, my hands got sweaty right away and my heart starting racing and I started watching for the nearest exit, (about a minute later due to all the scenic lookouts).

I found an exit and there wasn't much traffic, so I pulled off the shoulder of the exit and turned my flashers on and hopped out of the car to run around and buckle my son in as quickly as possible. When I trotted around tonhis side of the door, I pulled the door handle, but it was locked. It was then that I realized the car was rolling. In my haste to buckle him in, I had forgotten to put the car in Park. I frantically tried the front passenger door, and it was also locked. Car still rolling, baby unbuckled in the back seat, interstate just to my left. I ran around to the driver side and thank god I hadn't shut my door hard enough to latch, or it would have been locked, too. I jumped in and braked and put it in park, caught my breath and merged back on to the interstate.

I told my best friend about this, but no one else. And the only reason I told her was just to relate the sheer hell of sleep deprivation. I never told my husband or anyone else. It's been four years but my heart still races remembering it.

R91 I didn't have any idea who he was...he just appeared from nowhere. I didn't see anyone when I stopped, and I was only parked two or three minutes at the most. Those fields were huge and empty, the road was clear. He was almost at the fence by the road when I drove off, maybe 15 feet from my car. This happened 25 years ago, and I still go over it, wondering where he came from, how did I manage to not notice him until the last minute, and what would have happened if I hadn't looked up when I did. He couldn't have "come out of the woods" at the back of the field, they were too far away...I was so frightened!

Scary, R84

That was pretty long for the short version r122.

R48, damn, intense (the machete guy). Actually this whole thread is compelling.

R26, what happened after?!

R27, that definitely beats my stupid drunk driving story (now, I only take Lyfts). Yes you were so lucky since the cop remained with you that whole time!

I was heading home after way too many drinks at a friends house and I got lost. I ended up driving my car into gang territory, a bad neighborhood, pulling over by the side of the road and going to sleep. I’m a female and woke up not knowing where I was, nothing happened.

Side note: Legion of Bigfeet is the best thing I’ve heard in awhile.

[R49]: my Dad used to do things like that to me and my siblings. He was diagnosed with a personality disorder. Quite a few scary incidents until we were old enough to refuse to go anywhere with him.

This is relatively pedestrian, but a few years ago I realized that someone had joined all the same forums I posted to and was posting there too, launched denial of service attacks against some of the forums and my website, friended me on Facebook under a false identity and hacked into my email. It was a horrible time and I realized how lax I had become re internet safety.

Am [127], think I clicked FF on someone, apologies.

r128, you need to complete form #1687B, please do so and you may resume posting.

R127, was it a spurned lover, crush, disgruntled coworker, or someone else in your orbit?

[R129] Har-dee-har! [R130] A combination of some of these things; definitely knew them somewhat in real life.

I was about 17 and considered myself a suburban punk rocker, being in a rebellious and angry stage of my life. I went to a get-together in East Vancouver, which at the time was very sketchy, and took acid. I had to go home by Skytrain (that's our L-train, or monorail) and a freaky-looking guy took a big interest in me and my appearance. I was wearing a flight jacket and Docs. He came up to me, smiling, showing me a missing front tooth, and said, "Wow, I really like that jacket." I was confused, and very fucked-up and high, and tried to be cordial. He then took off his baseball cap, still smiling, to show me that he was a skinhead and I would very likely be ass-kicked for being a poseur, or for my jacket, or who knows.

I got off at the next station--he called out something I can't remember, but it was mocking and threatening--and waited there, high on LSD, for the next train. Maybe not nearly as scary as some of your stories, but this experience still makes my blood run cold when I think about it.

I was about 25. I drove to the drug store and accidentally parked a good distance from the store. It was late and the lot was mostly deserted. I started walking to the store. A sedan pulled up, near by, with two white guys in suits. The driver got out, and said “excuse me!”. I turned to see he had a hand tucked into his suit coat where I imagined a gun shoulder-holster might be. I turned to look at the store door, still a good distance away, and then looked back again at him. Then I turned to face the store and started walking real fast. He kept yelling “excuse me, wait a minute...”. That was good because I could thereby tell how far behind me he was. I got to the store door, and stepped inside. Then I turned to hold the door for the guy, oddly. But when I did, I saw that he was now only a few feet behind me, and his hand was still in his coat. He then said “oh, never mind”. And he turned to go back to his car. I have no idea what that was about, but I know it was dangerous.

R106 "I went out to West Covina with him.""

THAT was your first mistake.

I’m R133. Maybe 5 years later, and I’m now living in Boston. I’m heading out to Chaps at maybe 11 pm. There is this stretch of walkway where, on the right, there is a long wall, followed by a chain link fence. As I started walking through this stretch, I see up ahead there are two big, sketchy guys walking towards me. Then, one guy starts to cross the street. He gets as far as the double yellow line in the center of the street, but then starts walking back towards my side of the street again.

So, I have the wall on my right. I have one guy approaching from directly ahead, and one approaching from the front-left. I got the same creepy feeling I had 5 years earlier. I just sensed it. I could have turned and run in reverse, but that felt cowardIy, or foolish. So, I unzipped my coat, and put my right hand into my coat pocket where I can only imagine a shoulder holster would be. I fiddled with my imaginary gun.

The guy who had partially crossed the street saw what I did and did a “wobble”, and then reversed direction again, finally crossing the street completely. The guy who approached from dead ahead and I passed each other uneventfully. I know that that was trouble avoided!

I was on a Max train in Portland last May. It was about a week before Memorial Day Weekend and I'd been at the library downtown. On the ride home, a large, spooky man got on and struck a few people as he aggressively made his way through the car. He bumped a bigger guy and then taunted him, asking if he was uncomfortable or had a problem. The bigger guy ignored him... wisely. A few minutes later, before we crossed the river, the creep got off the train. I'll never forget the vibe on that guy. He was taunting that passenger to engage him. Felt like the devil had brushed by, and I'm not a religious man.

On Friday of Memorial Day Weekend, days later, that creepy fucker was on a different train and murdered two passengers during rush hour. Slashed their throats.

[quote]OP, what time of year was it? Those bloodcurding screams could have been from a mountain lion.

That was no mountain lion.

That's weird, R106, I actually know a guy named Joshua Priebe, but he graduated from Annapolis and was a college wrestler I think. The guy you partied with would be over 40 now, which is about 10 years older than the one I'm thinking of, but that's not a common name. Strange.

Sorry about your deadbeat friends. Happy belated birthday.

ROP R23 I too heard a blood curdling scream from the forest. I was driving through a state park and had stopped at a small dam to watch raccoons catch crayfish in the moonlight. I was with a female friend. We heard what sounded like a shriek from a woman from across the creek. Someone later told me that it might of been a Bobcat.

Was there a 1940s decorated Christmas tree out front 135?

107 Not in my mind. I had witnesses for almost everything. The interesting thing is talking to people after the fact that had reality young people die unexpectedly. Nobody really wanted to share unless you had been through it. Not talking about a long illness but really sudden death.

R60 and R122 are in desperate need of copy editors. I feel for anyone on the receiving end of your emails.

Some owls can make some otherworldly screaming sounds...it's easy to see why many native americans are terrified of them.

When I was 11 my family spent the whole summer in Ireland. It was 1976 and there was a record heat wave. It was also around the time that Jaws came out and was hugely popular. We'd all been to see it. We were staying on Inis Mor (part of the Aran Islands off the coast of Galway) and my brother and I, along with several other kids, were swimming in the bay. We were having a great time until we noticed a shark fin in the water. Must have been about 20 feet away from us. Cue lots of kids screaming in fear and running for the beach. Never been so scared. The local fishermen were practically on the floor laughing at us. Turns out it was a basking shark and would never have harmed us. Still scary though.

I'd probably die of a heart attack before i found out this was harmless, R144:

R138 I've emailed with my Joshua Priebe. He said he was sorry, and we talk once in a while. He's up in San Fran.

Haha well, you're 21 years late! It was really embarrassing. My friend told me to come over at a certain time. It was a Sunday. I went to the door thinking people would yell, surprise, but no. Everyone was low key watching TV. hahahaha.

Bump!

r146 at least you had friends.

When I was about 15, I had a boyfriend with conservative parents and a high sex drive. He lived about 7 miles away and was grounded from his car. I decided to ride my bike to his house after dark and we planned to spend the night in his garage.

At about 10 p.m., I told my mom I was staying the night at a friend's and left. She didn't question it (1990). I stayed on main roads and didn't realize how hellish the ride was by bike. I made it, we fucked and laid there until daylight. Neither one of us really slept.

At about 6 a.m., I left and was riding home on a busy street/not quite highway road with no sidewalk and a huge ditch on either side. I remember falling and thinking it was a long way down into the ditch, but then passed out.

I woke up several miles away (but closer to home) in the back of a gold Trans Am with T-tops. There were at least 3 other other guys in it (18-22ish). They had my bike strapped to the car and asked where I lived. They said they saw me fall on their way to go fishing and helped me out of the ditch. I had no recollection of that.

I had them drop me off at my friend's (the one I said I was staying with) and I must have passed out again on his porch. I woke up at about 10 a.m. with scrapes and bruises, my jeans ripped up and my bike so mangled the frame was cracked and it was unrideable. I told my parent's I fell on the way home. I think they thought I got beaten up, but they didn't ask many questions.

I was scared for a long time that I had a concussion or that the guys were angels or aliens...it just seemed like a far fetched dream once I replayed it in my mind. I am grateful to them, but I really don't know wtf happened.

No, it wasn't Big Foot scary, but it was scary back then.

R136, I was in Trader Joes by the Hollywood max when that happened. I saw a cop car at the intersection with his lights on but no siren. He was looking for the nut job. Those people who were killed sounded like really good guys.

I lived in Northern Ireland as a teenager. Neighbours' houses were bombed several times because they were in one case a member of the security forces and in the other case the sister of a prominent republican politician. No fatalities thankfully but major structural damage to their houses and windows blown out all along the street. Seeing a heavily pregnant woman come out of a bombed house underlines that any political "justification" for these activities is nonsense.

one time i had a turd caught crossed ways in my asshole.

R152 You discussed that incident earlier on in this thread

did you like it, r153?

[quote] R140: Was there a 1940s decorated Christmas tree out front 135?

I’m R135. Was this direct to me, R140? I don’t get the reference.

No, I didn't R154.

The Canadian stories are so horrifying they could be written into an episode of Arthur on PBS Kids.

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Years ago I was visiting a friend. We were suppose to go clubbing together but he was called into work, (he was an ER nurse,) so I decided to go by myself.

It was the only gay bar in that for miles and was in a sketchy part of the city, but I needed some dick, booze and felt like dancing so I ventured inside alone.

The place was a mess, the kind of dingy bar you'd see in a movie, very little lighting and the music was--honest to God--a boom box on milk crates.

The bar didn't offer mixed drinks so I got a beer and started wandering around when I heard a low voice. Not so much words as hissing. No matter where I walked I could hear it.

I decided to walk over to where there were some lights, oddly enough the bathroom, and the hissing voice was getting louder and closer.

I got up my nerve and spun around and was confronted with a visage so horrifying, I can't begin to describe it. A combination of human like features but badly arranged under a layer of wrinkles. It was clad in a caftan of the most vulgar pattern one could imagine and I was blinded by the shimmering earrings it had pressed into it's fleshy earlobes.

"Come here often?" it hissed. "You new here?" it breathed heavily. "Wanna drink?" it foamed while reaching out to touch my young supple skin with what might have been a claw for all the flesh it had on it.

[bold]"I'm R157"[/bold] it groaned desperately trying to catch hold of me.

I Threw my beer in it's face and ran, with this pitiful creature clumsily making chase after me.

I escaped that night with my purity still intact, but with my once innocent soul tainted by that terrifying creature lurking within those walls.

r159 Thank you for the laugh.

My best friend went off the rails tripping on acid. For 12 excruciating hours I was terrified she would lose her mind for good, kill herself, or drive ME mad with her ravings. LSD is bad news, kids. Stay away!

1992 walking down a deserted St Luke’s Place in the Village (where they filmed Wait Until Dark) and just got a weird feeling. Turned around and there were 3 guys starting to jog and split up around me focused on me - clearly about to jump me. I sprinted down to the first busy lighted street -Hudson St -and kept running home. Taught me to always trust instinct. I hadn’t even seen them - just sensed.

R84, R123: So he came out of nowhere, shirtless, and just charged at you pissed off? In a field in the middle of nowhere? That is fucking frightening. What did you do to cause him that much anger?

Spooky bump

When I was 12, my parents and my sister and I went to visit my grandfather. The nearest home to him was another mile.

My grandfather and parents had been asleep for a couple hours. My sister and I were watching tv and around midnight when we heard a loud thud outside the front door. My sister told me to see what it was. I turned on the porch light and saw a very skinny, tall, human-like figure, covered in hair from its feet to its head. It had shiny, short, deep black hair like a dog pelt. Its face was entirely covered in hair too. I could only make out its shape, crouching on the hood of our car. It looked like a large, skinny monkey. What really scared me was it immediately locked eyes with me when I turned the porch light on and its eyes were blazing red! I screamed and kept screaming until I got to the room my parent's were sleeping in. It felt like three seconds to get to their room. All I remember after locking eyes with it was BLACK/WHITE/BLACK/WHITE. I was in shock. My father went outside, but the Skinwalker was long gone. It was a witch - a Skinwalker.

I would not ever want to see one again. Years after that, I would dread visiting my grandfather. I would make sure I was never, ever alone and would ALWAYS be inside at night. I would also double check all the curtains in his house so I wouldn't catch one peeking in at me. Somehow I think that is WHY I became a night owl. I'm not an insomniac, but I don't like to go to sleep.

R165 In what part of the country did this happen?

#84, you say you were rolling joint. Were you already high on weed- or something else? You may have hallucinated the guy.

I don't know if this constitutes as scary but it was now, in hindsight one of the stupidest moves I've ever made.

Got off a plane at Cairo airport, had my carry on luggage with me so I was out of the airport in seconds. (I had flown in from Jordan and was there doing academic research and had meetings lined up).

Anyway, I'm standing at the taxi stand looking around for a taxi. Nothing. Middle of the day. Then this guy - scruffy looking - shows up - or ran up to me and guided me to a 'taxi.' I had to walk a distance into a parking lot and got into this rat trap old heap and suddenly there was a 2nd guy in the front seat. So me in the back of this crap car, two scruffy looking guys in front and I'm thinking "Why do zip need 2 guys to drive me?"

Right away, I knew "Big Mistake." made like I didn't catch on and dropped some information that a high -ranking diplomat had arranged my trip and they were waiting for me. Which actually turned out to be true.

The mood changed right away. Whatever they had schemed blew up. I got to my hotel. I still kick myself to this day. Idio - For walking into a parking lot with a low level, dodgy character into a crap car with 2 guys. Basically trapped and at their mercy in f****** Egypt.

This was in 1996. Around or before then, a fair number of Swiss visitors had been murdered ay the Pyramids (look it up) so visitors were targets back then. And those were the good old days. Violence, terrorism has escalated in that country since that era.

I'm a woman. I also let them know I knew the Egyptian Consul General in Australia (which was true and was visiting his nephew in Cairo - also true). And I was Canadian. All that information quickly changed whatever plans they had in mind.

Some spelling errors......

"Why do I need 2 guts to drive me?"

" Idiot - for walking into a parking lot. "

Forgot to mention, they were driving me not on a highway or major thoroughfare but in dingy side streets. I was freaked out but kept calm.

Ugh...."2 guys....."

#149, they hit you with their car by accident (?). Then drove around waiting to see if you were going to die from your injuries before deciding what to do with you next.

[quote]I think I read that story on another thread. Wasn't this when the two guys went into a TGIF somewhere and the one was recognized by the waitress+other staff (although they never set foot in that town until that very visit)?

Why is that shocking? It's said we have more than one doppelgänger. Years ago, my sister was waiting for a friend in front of the Lexington Ave Bloomingdales entrance. A tourist couple approached her and asked for her autograph, they thought she was the actress Carol Kane. When she told the couple she wasn't the actress, they thought Carol Kane was being a snob! My sister does look a bit like Ms. Kane, but not exactly like her. People mistake people for others all the time.

I didn't read the link, unless the waitress who recognized the man also knew his name and it was his name, then yes, that's damn creepy.

R38, why haven’t you joined #metoo?

R149 what’s the relevance of the parents being conservative. Stick to linear storytelling, with just the facts, ma’am.

Not to me, but to my sister. She was about six, and was walking to the store with our cousin to buy candy. The store was about a block from our grandparents’ home, on a busy street, though they didn’t have to cross a street. Some guy followed them and grabbed my sister by the wrist yo take her away. My cousin, who was 8, started hitting the guy, yelling “Let her go.” It must have startled the man, as he did let her go. They ran back and told our grandfather, who went out looking for the guy.

The scariest thing that ever happened to me is once, I had to fly commercial.

I have read most of this thread and love it. There are a lot if great stories here.

To the person who was burned but had to be treated in a fly infested hospital, I know you had maggots on you, that happened to me when I had a bad burn. It is just what happens, the doctors used to routinely use maggots on burn victims.

R168, I had a similar moment. Husband and I got back from Europe at Newark, took bus home to terminal. I called the local taxi (we have a serious dearth) for the last leg. Very late at night, terminal sans employees.

Taxi arrives, with driver AND his creepy-looking pal, his feet up on the dashboard. I figured they were expecting to find a lone woman. We had them take us to a restaurant instead of our nearby home, and walked the rest of the way. Were those guys foiled? Never will know.

But as for "scariest," it was when I was about nine. At a bowling alley with my parents, but at the time sitting in the seats alone. Man came up to me and asked me to go with him to the parking lot to get a doll. I ran to my mother! He was gone by then.

A friend of mine had a similar experience to yours, R178, only in her case it was a lone driver who claimed he knew a faster route then took her on a long detour into an populated industrial area near the river by Boeing Field full of dead end roads (from SeaTac Airport in Seattle). We used to work at Boeing together and she knew the area well, so she kept firmly directing him back to the main road, at one point asking point blanking if he had any idea where he was.

He got belligerent, so she demanded he pull over into the parking lot of a restaurant she saw and he refused, they were at a red light and it happened there was a cop in the next lane , so when she started to roll down the window and get his attention, the driver angrily pulled into the parking lot and my friend got out. The cabbie then demanded something like 50dollars (in those days fare from the airport to downtown was about 20) and she refused to pay a dime of it. The cop who had been parked next to them must have seen what was going on and was circling back around the block, so the driver took off, leaving her at night in a crappy part of town after midnight. She ended up calling me to to come get her.

Later she called the cab company to report him but the guy she talked to barely spoke English and didn't seem to take her seriously. She was more angry than shook up, but later she said she was sure he had taken her way out if the way to try something and only gave up because she paying attention and called him on it and kicked up such a fuss he probably thought it was going to be more trouble than it was worth.

I know a lot of women who have creepy cab driver stories like this. Incidentally, this was Stita Taxi, who for years had the exclusive contract with SeaTac Airport till Yellow Cab took over about 5-6 gets a ago and I wonder if the change was due to incidents like this. Attention entrepreneurial ladies of DL, someone who started a cab company with exclusively female drivers could probably make a shit ton of money. I don't know why it hasn't been done yet, they have them in other countries.

Seems like a lot of us have had bad experiences with taxi drivers.

I have told this story about my sister on another thread but think it would fit here too:

Once my parents took us all out for a walk. On the way back my sister ran ahead to the top of the path which opened out onto a county road. It wasn't heavily travelled and still isn't. A car pulled up to her, only to shoot off the minute the driver saw my parents coming into view. Could've been innocent but you never know, and my parents thought it was extremely suspicious.

When I was about ten, my mom, my sister and I lived alone (mom and dad were divorced) in a Cape Cod style saltbox house in a rural neighborhood. We had neighbors but the homes were spaced out, with trees in between so no one would be able to see what was going on around our house at night. (Sometimes there is peace of mind in knowing that streetlights and nosy neighbor eyes can thwart a potential robber or assailant. No such luck for us.) The streetlight out front DID illuminate the front of our house but the house was on a hill with a sloping and curving driveway that led to the garage and basement in the back. The basement was above ground. Completely dark and creepy back there at night unless mom turned the outside light on. Which she sometimes did not. This all added to the creepiness factor and none of the three of us ever wanted to go down into the basement at night. It was utilitarian, anyway. Just the washer/dryer and tools and stuff. So, we always stayed upstairs and even locked the upstairs door leading to the basement! So the entire basement was dark AND the outside back of the house was too. One night in late summer, at about 11:00 pm we were in the living room watching TV when all three of us heard a knocking sound coming from the basement. Bizarre because we could still hear it over the TV volume. It was that loud. Mom opened the upstairs basement door just a crack and we could hear distinct knocking noises on the downstairs basement door. Just knocks. No voices. No one calling out. Which made zero sense. It was pitch dark back there and why would a thief or prowler knock on a door? Who would knock on THAT door anyway and not use our front door? There was no light back there. Also, the knocks were slower than "regular door knocks," too. Not super slow like some silly sound effect from a Vincent Price movie but slow enough that "something was just not right" about them. Mom did not waste a minute. She grabbed the kitchen phone (years before cellphones) and called the police. I think this was also before 911 but she was able to get the police on the phone very quickly, thank goodness. The three of us, then, just stood there at the top of the stairs frozen and terrified for the entire time it took the cops to get there. And the knocks continued. Mom did NOT yell "Who's down there?" or anything because she, quite honestly, did not want to know. We just stayed silent. It was all just too creepy. It seemed like an eternity but was really only probably about fifteen minutes before the police lights were visible in the front of our house and our FRONT doorbell rang. Mom answered and two officers with flashlights went around to the back. They found fresh muddy footprints leading up to the basement door and then leading away from it. No evidence of a break-in attempt, just footprints. We all went down to the basement and I saw them, myself. A man's bootprints. Very distinct and clear. The prints trailed off the concrete into the grass. We never found out any more information. No reports of neighborhood break-ins. No one else reported strange behavior like this. Afterwards, mom bought a pistol which she kept in her beside drawer for protection. And she always turned on the basement lights after that night, too. And to this day it makes no sense. What would someone have wanted to do by knocking on a basement door in the pitch dark?

Not particularly scary but it brought to mind how careful we need to watch others. Around Christmas of last year, my whole family went to a street festival called Dickens on the Strand. It's always held in the historic area of Galveston. My nephew is 13 and very "pretty", if you will. We were all standing around watching some performance when a few of us adults noticed that a skeevy looking guy was standing across the crowd staring at my nephew. When I or someone else would shift positions to block my nephew, this guy would move so he had him in his direct line of sight. Finally, even my nephew noticed the weird guy. Weirdo finally noticed we were on to him and he bolted down an alley and my brother in law took off after him and made sure the guy saw him. BIL gave him the "shooting gun" gesture. I've always regretted not telling the cops because he might try to snatch some other young boy.

R181, that's creepy.

[quote]Seems like a lot of us have had bad experiences with taxi drivers.

Watch the Bone Collector. That will make you never get in a cab again.

R179, I get the idea that female fares would prefer female drivers, but is it legal in the US for female drivers to only carry female female fares?

If not, I think this would put female drivers in an uncomfortable position at best, because certain men would book the service just to harass the driver, or worse.

My friend was almost raped by a cab driver in Turkey. As soon as she got into the car she sensed it was a bad mistake. And sure enough things went downhill from there. Fortunately she managed to escape from him. I have no desire to go to other countries at this time. Women AND men who travel abroad need to be careful. Trust your instincts!

There are all female drivers/passengers ride share companies (like Uber & Lyft) in San Francisco and a few other cities.

My dad drove a cab at night for 20 years and never scammed or killed anyone. He used to let crackheads smoke their shit in the cab for an extra $20 though. He is a straight-laced little insurance salesman by day.

To the person upthread that said I didn't have to write that my high school boyfriend's parents were conservative...it seemed far-fetched, even in 1990, that I couldn't spend the night as a "friend," or that my boyfriend wouldn't sneak me in the house at some point.

I cannot figure out if I had sleep deprivation, a head injury, etc. but I had some kind of time lapse.

Well DL, you can practically write a whole book about what happened to me!

Bunny Bixler and I were in the semifinals, the very semifinals... ...of the Ping-Pong tournament at the club. And this ghastly thing happened. We were both playing way over our heads and the score was 29-28. We had this terrific volley... ...and I stepped back to get this really terrific shot. And I stepped on the Ping-Pong ball! I just squashed it to bits!

And then Bunny and I ran to the closet to get another ball. And the closet was locked! Imagine? We had to call the whole thing off. Well, it was ghastly. Well, it was just ghastly!

R156 Is this where the term porch monkey comes from? I'm not joking, did people see these creatures on their porches before the racist term came into being? I wonder how common this occurrence must have been.

^^^^

R176 Did someone try to pump you in the plebe's bathroom. Or did they blow you in the common people's seats? Did the Legion of Bigfeet try to gang rape you?

Lmao R38.

I agree R185. It’s just not safe to go abroad. I’ll be extra careful on my next business trip to the US.

R53 is that you Violet?

I once had to fly coach.

R194 Were you penetrated in the airplane bathroom?

R195 - No, but I was porked in the cockpit.

R117, what became of the man with the hatchet in his back... was he okay?

R196 You were fisted in the cargo area as well.......

R187 that’s my favorite part!

Yikes R43!! Everyone's worst nightmare. Glad you survived.

[quote]I once had to fly coach.

Are you Maris Crane and do you still wake up screaming?

R198 - No, but I was goosed in the galley.

R201 - Actually, I'm Maris Crane's half-sister Lanie. When I fly, I down three Xanax with a magnum of Prosecco, so I usually don't wake up at all. But even in my sleep, I am able to sit upright with my knees clenched tight.

A few years ago we rented a cabin at the Brendan Byrne State Park in NJ. We stayed there for two nights in August. We never saw another soul the whole time we were in that park. There was ONE other campsite that was occupied (there was a tent and some shit strewn about), but it was otherwise completely empty. I spent both nights in a state of terror and we left early because the kids and I threatened to hitchhike home to get away from that place. It was eerie.

Who ever heard of a campground being completely empty in August?

It seems we are all frighted by the same things! I have three events, which are versions of what has already been reported.

1. I was on a flight from ATL to LGA when suddenly at cruising altitude the plane dropped a few times, making a few people scream. Then the oxygen masks came down and even though I was a platinum flyer who had sat through the safety demonstrations countless times, I had no idea how to use it. I was in denial, I guess. Anyway there was smoke in the cabin and the hour it took to return to the airport seemed like at least a week. It was excruciating. The pilots said they couldn't figure out what the problem was, so we returned to Atlanta for an emergency landing. Everyone was so quiet while it all played out, but as soon as we landed people started weeping openly.

2. I made plans a month or two in advance to rent a cabin in the mountains for a long weekend with a friend who flaked out when the time came to leave. Since we had already paid for the cabin, I decided to go alone with my dog and took plenty of books, DVDs, and good food and wine. The cabin was three stories, with a wraparound porch. I took a baby gate with me to block the porch so my dog could walk around freely without going down the stairs to the woods. The master bedroom was on the third story. That first night I smoked some weed and watched Zodiac, which was probably not a good idea. While I was drifting off to sleep I heard a loud noise that sounded like it was coming from the porch, but I told myself it was just the wind or something. The next morning I went outside and found that the baby gate was down, so I decided that was the problem and went on with my day. Made breakfast, took a shower, and was packing up stuff for a hike when there was another loud noise outside. I looked out the window and there was a HUGE FUCKING BEAR pacing back and forth on the porch, going from window to window looking in. Even my dog was too terrified to bark or growl. The owner of the cabin had left a notebook with info about the area, and included the phone number for the guy next door, who was an old-timer with a long grey beard. I was so scared that I called him and told him about the bear. He asked me if I had cooked anything. I told him I grilled a steak last night and had just made bacon and eggs. He said that was the problem....the bear smelled my good cooking and must have been hungry. Well, fuck that. I promptly packed up and headed home, and the guy next door was kind enough to come over and watch me pack up the car and keep an eye out for the bear. I had enough food for a few more days, so I gave the neighbor a few steaks, wine and half a lemon cake for his troubles. And the baby gate had a big tuft of black bear fur stuck in it....no more cabins for me. I've decided I prefer city life.

3. Last Monday night I was walking my dog around our subdivision, enjoying the landscaping and the fresh air. Then I spotted something that turned out to be THE LEG OR LEGS OF AN ANIMAL, that looked to have been ripped from the torso and then gnawed on. One foot was visible as a hoof, so I thought it was a goat or deer. It was too big of a piece to be dropped by a hawk, probably about 2 feet long. I live in a nice neighborhood with a fence around it, so the thought of someone or something dragging this around was terrifying. One of the braver neighbors investigated and said it looked like the front and hind legs of a deer, with a partial torso. He threw it over the fence, so I guess it's someone else's problem now. Creepy.

Your #3 sounds like coyotes got a hold of a roadkill deer and were startled into dropping it, R205. As for the bear, I wouldn't have gone so far as to leave, but I'd have kept all food, trash, and dog chow inside, not just because of bears but all the other critters. Just about anywhere you go outside of a city, there are bears who've learned that humans=tasty garbage. They want your food, not you. The cabin owners should have been more explicit in their info to you.

^ 🐻 Bears are very smart when it comes to human food, and they will do just about anything to get to it! 🐻 ^

Human bears are pretty much the same way when it comes to cock! 😋 😛 😉

R166 Near the northern part of the Arizona/New Mexico border.

My grandfather died 10 years ago, so luckily, I don't have to go back there anymore.

My friend & I threw snow balls at passing cars. We were probably about 9. Some teenagers stopped and chased us. My friend ducked into a stairwell below ground level, leading to an exterior basement to hide. I ran up to a friend I saw, and just chatted like nothing was going on.

The teen ran into the lot, saw me and skidded in the snow, but then ignored me. He then saw my friend, and I think he hit him. Probably not the scariest, but scary at the time.

Four of us were having a seance. We were maybe about 10. It consisted of a single candle and spooky talk. We were on the third floor of my house, and there were three bedrooms there and a full bathroom, though I never recall seeing an adult on that floor. Just as we called for the spirts, the candle blew out. We were all sitting too far away to have blown it out. We all ran like hell down the stairs, like cartoon characters with the legs going while suspended above the floor. I recently asked my friend about it and he still remembers it, 50 years later.

The Rainier Bear story never gets old:

And bears love pic-a-nic baskets too.

R212. - that was great. Made me smile.

R187 I have some sad news for you. Bunny Bixler is dead. This is her obituary:

Friends and family today paid tribute to New York socialite Laura “Bunny” Bixler following her death at the age of 75 from complications of jaw surgery.

The cooking-oil heiress was perhaps best known for her expose of the country club life of New York’s privileged young in the late 1950s. Her book: “Just Ghastly: What Happened At The Game-room Closet.” enjoyed surprising success when it came out in 1962. The book is held to be at least partially responsible for halting what many thought was a dangerous tendency toward inter-breeding among the social register’s top families.

Muriel Puce said of her long-time friend: “Bunny never really got over that ping-pong ball incident at the club when we were all at the Upper Richmond Girl’s School. It kind of haunted her. And Gloria (Gloria “Little Glory” Upson) was forever telling the story, everywhere she went – every party! We were all sick of hearing about it.”

Bunny, who lived at her family’s apartment at Park Ave and 71st, succumbed to a massive heart attack while undergoing temporomandibular joint surgery last week. She had suffered chronic jaw pain for most of her life due to the clenched-teeth style of talking preferred by east coast debutantes.

Mourners described Bunny as “really, top drawer.”

R84 here...I was completely sober! He frightened me so much the image of him running at that fence burned into my memory. The fields on each side of me were the size of football fields, and were completely empty, except for prairie grass, and the road ahead and behind was empty for a half-mile. I looked around and made sure I was alone before I parked. I was alone one second and completely freaked the next. There was no where for him to hide. The only thing I've been able to come up with is that he was laying in the grass. But the grass wasn't that high yet--in fact, we were waiting for it to grow tall enough to bale the field on the opposite side of the road. But why would a ruddy, wild, Grizzly Adams-crazy motherfucker be laying in a field miles away from town and the nearest farmhouse in the middle of the day in the middle of nowhere? I'll probably be thinking about it as I draw my last breath. I've been afraid since, I've had a few moments where I felt true fear, but I've never felt that instant surprise/terror horror before or since.

R188 I just glimpsed a porch jockey in the club scene near the beginning of that Rock Hudson melodrama called 'Written on the Wind'

I needed to fly cross-country recently, so I packed my suitcase, drove myself to the airport, checked my bags, boarded my flight, and took my seat in coach.

I must've dozed off while others were boarding. Next thing I knew, my seatmate had arrived and was starting to settle in with her "comfort animal."

I almost had a coronary. Bitch was traveling with a fucking PEACOCK!

I thought so, R208. I enjoyed Tony Hillerman's Four Corners Region stories.

R216 Did the ultimate MILF, Dorothy Malone, do that alien/simian creature or did Schlock Hudson do him?

That Dorothy Malone character was such a tramp! Se were fish tail dresses! She was doing a wild private-dancer routine and working herself up into an orgasm.

Poor Rock was pretty but had nothing to do.

Solo trip to Baja.

Met seemingly normal people (LA Americans) on the beach, who'd invited me to an evening BBQ at their local hosts' home. They'd told me their hosts' home was located in one of the near-by golf resort communities. However, while driving there (I, a passenger in the SUV), they'd driven deeper and deeper into the desert, with the said golf-resort communities flashing by on our way there.

Upon arriving at their hosts' home, in the deep desert, I'd discovered there was no BBQ party. It was just us (three) and a local woman, who was nervously awaiting her 'husband's' arrival.

He finally arrived. Upon his arrival he'd taken a swift look around the room, and then he did something very telling: he immediately shut the door behind his entrance, and then double-locked it.

My escape is another story.

Well, shit, R221, we're all ears here. WTF happened?

I ❤️U, R214 !

Come on, R221, I'm falling asleep.

You've never known terror until you've seen the legendary Poopsquatch in the nostril scorching flesh!

After he'd double-locked the door, he'd headed to the kitchen area, where the women were, leaving me alone in the front room. I'm not even joking about this, after his departure: I heard a voice, in my head, screaming, "Get out!" I then calmly walked to the entrance door, and instinctively knew to turn both locks at the SAME time. The door opened.

As I walked out, toward the drive way, they saw me through the kitchen window. They'd asked, "What are you doing?" I'd answered, calmly, smiling, "The heat and smoke (they'd lit up a blunt) . . . just getting a little air." In response they said, "Okay, but don't go anywhere." I'd assured them I wouldn't, saying, "I won't; I'm just going to step around the side of the truck, out of the sun, and have a cigarette. I'll be right back." (I don't smoke.)

Upon stepping around the truck, away from view, I kept walking. I finally reached the main highway. Then the strangest thing happened: all of the golf-resort communities I saw flashing by on the way there no longer existed. I found myself in the deep desert, and it was approaching sunset, fast.

While standing on the highway for about 10 minutes (one minute, 20 minutes?), I heard the approach of a vehicle behind me, gravel road. I couldn't look to see who it was, because I knew they'd found me. The vehicle came to a halt immediately behind me; I heard a woman's voice ask. "Do you need a ride?" I then looked to see who it was: an American woman in a beaten up white van. I immediately said, "Yes."

Long story, short (too many details during the ride back to town): During the entire ride back to town, the woman would not speak to me or look at me. Upon arriving my hotel, I'd discovered there was no door handle for me to exit; instead it required the woman's releasing a special latch to release the passenger door. Upon climbing out of the van, I turned to her, tears stinging my eyes, and said, "Thank you. You have no idea what happened; but you just saved my life."

It was only then when she'd spoken, saying, "I know."

R226, so what do you think the deal was with the woman who picked you up? Do you think she noticed them driving you out there and went to pick you up? I guess she was referring to kidnappers? It took balls for her to stop for you.

Why do you think she wouldn’t talk?

r221, wins...holy shit. I was going to go to bed, now I'll wait up for half an an hour and look at puppy videos or something...

OP's story still scares the hell out of me.

To this day, R227, I've reflected on this incident, many, many times, and I still don't have all the answers.

While returning me to town, she was hauling ass, all the way there, even missing the few stop signs along a desert highway on the way. This, I do know.

When I'd returned home (US), I'd shared my story with a friend, who'd said, you're lucky she found you because, otherwise, you wouldn't have made it through the night.

I was there, alone. Very few people knew of my destination. I could have easily disappeared, had become yet another unfortunate statistic, except for one thing: Devine Intervention - I'm convinced it is the only reason. (Go ahead, flame away on this pronouncement.)

I do believe in a larger power, whatever it may be. However, in this situation . . . There, But for the Grace of God, Go I -

Ditto, R223... thanks, R214! Best laugh of the day... :)

As for r230, the rescue woman was part of the kidnap/murder gang. That's how she knew where to find him, and why the Ted Bundy lock on her vehicle.

She simply, for whatever reason, took pity on r221.

Thank you, R232. This answers a lot of questions . . . but what compelled her to rescue?

R221, why do you think you were brought to the desert? If they were going to harm you in some way, why would they leave you alone in a room and not watch you when you went outside? I don't doubt your story, just looking for more info. Also, are LA Americans Latino Americans?

r234, torture, ritualistic sacrifice.

They thought I wouldn't be able to figure out the complex locking/release mechanism on the front door; hence my being left alone. I don't know how I did it; I'm not a 'handy' person. LA = Los Angeles Americans.

R233, You were a fellow American.

Also, her involvement explains her speeding: She used some excuse to leave their lair, and had to get back ASAP.

These people seem pretty laid back for kidnappers. They light up a joint, see R221 leave the house with its elaborate locks, and don't go immediately stop him, just tell him not to go anywhere. I never pick people's stories apart, but I don't want R221's story to be true, it's terrifying.

R221 Probably a stupid question but were the people you met on the beach (Los Angeles Americans) female? I've reread your post multiple times and maybe I'm tired/stupid but it sounds as though you and the 'husband' who arrived at this house were the only males.

Not to say things still couldn't get out of hand, but was trying to figure out the (5?) people involved.

Nevertheless, glad you made it out. I think all of us would have been extremely grateful.

The Los Angeles-based American women: mid to late-20's, Spanish speaking. (They chose to speak in Spanish when the 'husband' arrived home and went to the kitchen to talk with them, leaving me in the front room, alone.) The 'husband' was at least 6'3' tall, a good 275 lbs., silver slicked back hair, and a ratty silver moustache. The 'local woman' was decked out in bright, flamboyant clothes, stilettos, heavy make-up and hair, very inappropriate attire for the Baja desert climate.

The reason they did not stop me is because they'd assumed I was too timid to collect myself in order to regain the wherewithal to escape. I was calm, so my demeanor gave no reason for alarm. The power of self-preservation is truly amazing. The calmness one experiences (me, anyway) when faced with such traumatic events is incredible. In some cases, it is the only reason people have survived such traumatic events: because they did not panic; they remained calm.

The shared enjoyment of the Blunt was to get the party started.

Thanks for answering questions, R221. When you were waiting for the 'husband,' did you talk to the other women? Was the American woman driving the van part of the group, that part isn't clear to me (it's late). Have you ever tried to look up who these people were?

R239 - During the seemingly casual, breezy drive to the house in the Baja desert for the evening BBQ, I'd inquired if there would be any other guests at this party. The answer: Yes, but they won't be showing up until later. I then asked what the other guests were like. The answer: Artists, Musicians, and others . . .

R241 - No, I did not have the chance the talk with the women upon entering the house; they'd immediately headed into the kitchen to speak in Spanish amongst themselves. (I don't speak Spanish.) No, the American woman in the van was not part of the group. I really don't know where she came from, as her approach was from behind me, which is odd because it was a single-lane road going to and from the house to the highway.

R242, She might not have been inside the house, but saw you arrive/leave.

Or she was your angel of the moment.

R226, I remember when you posted about this in a previous thread but I could have sworn you posted as a woman.

The night stalker (Richard Ramirez) struck a house right up the street from where an aunt was living and where my mom and some of my siblings would often sleep over. He killed a young woman, but her roommate survived. I was an infant, but having nevertheless experienced that, that sure as hell seemed scary.

Actually, R142, the account of R122 is very well written. I say this as someone who has written or edited for a living for many years.

R132 when you are on acid and out in society, not sitting in a room or a garden, all the craziest people can spot you. You can also see all the pain and suffering and fucked up shit in human society. LSD takes the lid off your self-containment. I used to see very raw stuff when tripping in the city. I know how to steel myself to it and pass on. Its easy for people to have very bad trips on acid if there are a lot of people around.

I got caught in an ice storm when I was driving home one night and had to go downhill over a bridge to get there. It was a sharp drop and curved to the right. My car had front wheel drive so I put it in low and pumped the brakes in a really slow controlled slide. I was in the rightmost lane and I was bumping up against the guardrail the entire way down. It was marginally better once I got of the bridge and drove on solid ground. If I had lost control I would have crashed into all the cars waiting at the bottom of the hill.

This.

This is another view.

This is why I hate when people honk unnecessarily. I want to stab anyone who honks because they're "annoyed" by another driver. What happened here is that someone honked at me because I was changing into their lane, and maybe not going 70 - maybe I was only going 65 - but I definitely was not cutting them off. But, I was scared that somehow I didn't see them (this is a rental car, so i wasn't used to its blind spots really) - and tried to get back into my own lane quickly - as the highway curved the other way... all at 60+ mph. So, then I kind of tried to get back on the highway rather than the shoulder but at some point I lost control...and the car's steering wheel just completely turned on its own - went off the shoulder and over the embankment, rolling over with the windows blowing out and trees being the only thing that ended up stopping it.

Anyway, then I got a ticket for $280 & my idiot coworkers joked about how annoying it was that I backed up traffic. Sorry cunts.

I have a story like R221. I was invited on a boat trip in a fairly small speed boat. We boarded, and travelled down the river towards the sea. We stopped before the train bridge for some reason. We were there for quite a while before the captain announced that the tide had gone out and that we’d be stuck there. I don’t remember why, but there was another speed boat passing by, back to the dock upriver. It’s boating culture to wave at everybody, but I waved both arms over my head and they stopped by. I asked if they would give me a ride back to the doc and they said “sure”. I just abandoned the jackasses in the “stuck” boat.

I was really pissed at the jackasses who turned a fun boating day into a day at anchor in front of a bridge, but hoped they were stuck there for the next six hours. I suspect it was all pretext and they weren’t stuck at all.

Agree, r122 - A very well-written account. Does DL have the equivalent of Pulitzer?

Well-written but the writer's voice just wants sympathy for being a new mom to erase unnecessary guilt for a random mistake.

[quote]IDevine Intervention - I'm convinced it is the only reason.

Andy Devine truly does work in mysterious ways.

Just curious, R221, are you a man or a woman? Not that it really affects the fear factor, but if you're female, I wonder if you subconsciously realized that these people, whatever they were up to, used a group of women to make contact and get you to lower your guard, and when a man entered the situation and you got the sense that the host wasn't telling the truth about her relationship with him, that set off a mental alarm. This would work on men too, I assume, but women are generally more cautious and would take more assuring.

R221, your story sounds like something out of a Quentin Tarantino movie. It freaked me out a bit.

I'll just say what everyone else is thinking. R221's story is a load of horseshit.

I'm assuming R221 is a woman and was lured out for the purposes of sex trafficking.

My cab story:

I was on business in San Francisco a couple of years ago and had a very early flight out of Oakland. I usually take Lyft but when I went outside the hotel it still was dark and there was a cab waiting. The doorman assured me the cabbie took credit cards and loaded me into the cab.

While we were driving through downtown the driver suddenly announced he would take me to an ATM. I said no and reminded him that I would be paying with a credit card. He was furious and started driving erratically (fortunately there were few other cars out at the time). He was a big, intimidating guy.

In the middle of the Bay Bridge he announced that he would drop me off in Oakland so I could get him money. I didn't say anything, but then I noticed his cabbie ID/number was a handwritten card, and it didn't match the cab number on the door. That's when I got nervous, made notes of everything and then tweeted what was happening, hoping friends on the East Coast (where it was 9 am) would see it.

When we got to Oakland, where it still was dark, I somehow convinced him that I needed the ATM receipt from the airport or else my boss wouldn't reimburse me. He was OK with that. As soon as we pulled up at the airport I jumped out and jogged over to the first cop I saw.

The driver threw a fit, and even more so when I started snapping his license plate and a photo of him. He peeled out. I reported it later to the taxi authority, and of course he had no taxi license and the cab belonged to a relative. The medallion was pulled.

And I still wonder if he was in cahoots with the doorman at the hotel.

Would a woman make a solo trip to Baja? I sure as hell wouldn't.

It was May 1997. The beach was then known as Playa Del Medano.

I was alone, having lunch on the border of The Office's property (separated by ropes along the beach from the locals). There were two American women and their children, immediately adjacent to the property. They and their children were enjoying a day at the beach. After a while, they'd engaged me in conversation, eventually asking, "Are you alone?" (Yes) " . . . Then come sit with us . . . "

Upon arriving at the house in the desert (hours later), the little boy of one of the women had started crying, probably because of being tired, too much time in the sun, hunger, etc. His mother immediately turned toward him. Instead of comforting him, she instead, without hesitation, hauled off and slapped the little boy across his face in heightened anger. He (6 YO) didn't flinch in the slightest with the assault. Apparently, he was used to it.

Instinctively, this was the first clue that all would not be well. (I was without a vehicle to immediately leave.)

Whether I be male or female, this experience, as above described, would be a nightmare for anybody.

R259: Did you call the hotel and report the doorman?

R251 - doesn't seem too scary rather annoying.

This thread was fun until it became about fraus being scared in cabs.

r262 - yes. They were very helpful and actually met with the taxi authority to help me sort it out (I was on the East Coast by then).

R261 She wanted to pump you but you were nervous because you were a gold star monosexualist. I bet you let her try the strap on just for size......

R161 I had a terrible flashback just reading your post. I had a near psychotic break on acid!.

r267 i guess i lucked out. i only tried acid in college a few times, but enjoyed it immensely and never had a bad trip. it was hard not to giggle in class one of the mornings after - having to read aloud from a spanish textbook while the letters wouldn’t hold still on the page.

I nearly got snatched at 13, that was pretty scary. I managed to escape though.

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I didn't get snatch until I was 16.

I fingered a snatch at age 16.

The memory still traumatizes me.

I woke up on the morning of 11/9/16 to find out Donald Trump had been elected president!

Thanks you, R257. How did anyone actually buy the Baja story? Fools.

R226 I think the woman in the white van was involved with your captors. Maybe she went out "looking for" you with the intent to save you. God, the desert is scary.

Maybe the woman in the white van was a servant or wife of the kidnappers and she stole their kidnapping van to rescue R226. In that case, maybe she made a run for it herself at the same time.

The Baja story doesn't make sense. They 'kidnap' this person, but don't secure them once they reach the destination, and oh, now there's children running around in the house while the adults are smoking a blunt, and they just let the 'victim' walk out the door.

Do share your exciting stories r264 with us.

[quote] R263: [R251] - doesn't seem too scary rather annoying

I think the captain was planning a “sleep over”. It was creepy and The Whole thing was dishonest. I grew up with boats, so I knew. There was no reason to stop before the bridge. We were not “stuck” there, as the rescue boat proved. The Captain didn’t make sense. You know you’re in trouble when under someone else’s control and they’re being dishonest about being “trapped” by low tide, or by whatever. It was “only” annoying and not “scary” because I got out of there. It would have been scary if I stuck around.

2 existential events: First, going to hook up with a guy I had known for 15 years and being lured into a dark basement where he covered my head with a hood, talked semi-incoherently about a shovel hanging on the wall, and gagged me with his dick while choking me and hitting me in the head for hours. I was certain I was going to die at the hand of someone I had quasi-dated for a decade and a half and never understand why. (He eventually let me go and many years later I found out he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and was having a manic psychotic episode.)

The other was an ayahuasca trip many years later that has messed with my perceptions of reality ever since. Scary in indescribable ways.

r280 here’s a scary thought: in college my friends all swore that everything we experience on psychotropics is already in our heads; the drugs just allow them to manifest.

R281 Having taken it a number of times and having read a lot from shamans, it is difficult for me not to feel like the world under the influence of ayahuasca is a version of reality with the floodgates opened/info that our minds normally filter out not filtered out. And that information can be beyond the ability to understand, but exists nevertheless.

And with ayahuasca and DMT at least, and I think with high doses of psilocybin and LSD, too, based on others’ reported experiences, it’s not only “already in our heads”...the difficult part to come to terms with is that what’s “in my head” or “in your head” exists outside of time and space, and our minds give artificial order to time and space so that we can process parts of this whole, huge experience bit by bit and moment by moment.

I nursed two people in college through a bad trip. One is still a friend 35 years later and she even mentioned it at her college reunion a few months ago. The other has always been an ungrate dick.

R277 And walk to an out-of-sight location to smoke a cig. Please. Good story until the writer went into overdrive with convoluted details.

Stories about what people thought was happening to them, but wasn’t really happening, while on acid are as boring as people talking about their dreams.

R285 Agreed about listening to those stories, but living them can leave lasting trauma.

I almost mistook hand sanitizer for lube

A link for r282.

When I was 16 back in 1989 I had met some new friends who I actually thought were friends. They told me they were planning a camping trip to a cabin and we all drove up to check the place out.

They said the owner was suppose to be there and he wasn't so they said for me to wait in case he showed up, while they went to town to call him. They never came back.

I was out in the middle of nowhere with no idea how to get back to town. I stayed on the front porch until morning and started walking back along the road.

An old guy saw me walking and pulled over to see if I was ok. He gave me a ride to town where I called my brother to come and get me. The old guy told me those guy had done that before, it was part of some club initiation.

I sat up the entire night on that porch convinced every sound was a wild animal or some machete wielding killer.

And I wonder why I don't trust people today.

That’s fucked up, R289. I’m glad you ran into a kind soul though.

Damn R289. What kind of fucked up club was that?

R290 It was about 5:30AM on a county road so I was damn lucky that he was driving past.

R291 they played football so I assume it had something to do with that.

I’m assuming R221 is male.

Did you ask questions when they first drove past the golf community?

The man, or woman, or cow, whomever, who can commoditize youth and naïveté will never go broke.

I live on the first floor of an apartment building - my window is about 10 feet above ground. I'm in the back of the building, so there are a lot of alleys and backs of other apartments. One morning, I'm getting ready for work and notice that my cat has not followed me to the kitchen to wait for his food. I figure he's sleeping in the closet or something.

Nine hours later, I get home and still no cat. I search my small studio apartment - there are only so many places a cat can hide and he ain't there. I live alone, so no way he could have gotten out. Something made me check the (closed) windows. The screen window of one is lifted up - I leave the screens down.

I start to panic - someone has opened the window to my apartment and my cat was either taken or got out. To make it scarier, did someone try to break in during the night while I was sleeping? Is that why I never saw the cat in the AM before I left for work? Did my cat hear some noise and go to the window and jumped or was grabbed? How close did it come to someone getting inside and slitting my throat in my sleep? Did a curious cat save my life? These thoughts haunt me to this day, 10 years later. I never saw Angel the cat again.

Aw poor kitty r295. I bet someone tried to break in

#230 - and others here- were visited by what are commonly called "guardian angels" but since I don't believe in God I think they are just dead relatives, ancestors, etc. who are watching us from somewhere. I've had 3 or 4 instances where strangers have appeared to help in crisis situations, and they always say something that makes me do a double-take, to let me "know".

Chatting with one he mentioned he was from my mom's hometown. But my mom's hometown is little more than a widening in the road in the hollers of eastern Kentucky, population: who knows. The odds...

I’ve had several scary things happen to me, but one of the worst I think happened over a 6 month period. It was my first year at university (1984). I had to share a room in residence with another guy. He and I seemed to get along well I thought. One night he came back from being out at a bar and said he’d gotten into a fight. The next day I got a call from the guy looking for him and threatening him. I continued to get calls from this guy. Eventually, the guy began threatening me instead. This continued for months. One day another floormate said to me, “You know the calls are coming from down the hall.” And my roommate was in on it. I was devastated. I went to my RAs, an older couple and remember breaking down to them. I had to go back and live with my roommate until I could get a different room. He didn’t know I knew.

During this waiting period, one night in the winter he wanted the window open in addition to the fan he had on. I said it was too cold with both. He got up and opened the window. I closed it. He pushed me so I pushed him back. I was a very meek person and God, that felt so liberating. The window stayed closed! I was put in another room on the same floor eventually. I never understood why my roommate did what he did to me, but nowadays this kind of behaviour would never be tolerated.

He wanted to make you move out.

Funny you should say that, R298, I was just talking about guardian angels with my husband, who wasn't raised Catholic. I'm religious but also have the skepticism of a scientist...but I did have this one encounter that made me wonder.

I was going through a pretty low period in my life. Id been bitterly disappointed in a relationship and gotten out of the military after more than 10 years. I was a loner, living in Seattle and I was one angry young man. One evening in midwinter I was walking across the Ballard Bridge toward my rental house. The tech startup I was working at was falling apart (the second one I'd worked at) and it seemed like it had been raining for 8 months straight. My family was far away and I found myself thinking if I slipped and fell into the rush hour traffic, which was a foot away, how bad would it be really? Not so much a suicidal feeling as total indifference to life.

Amid all the movement, there was a woman standing about midway down the walkway, looking out toward the marina, and (unlike your standard Seattlite) she gave me a smile and said "Evening" with an accent from,somewhere in the South, and asked if I had a smoke. I gave her a cigarette and lit it for her and she thanked me and gestured toward the harbor and said something like, look how beautiful it is, like a painting. The moon was coming up and the fog was rising, and she was right, what a minute before had been dreary seemed poetic and atmospheric, full of exhilarating smells of salt air and fit trees.

We stood there a minute, not talking but in convivial silence, then she finished the smoke and tossed it in the canal and wished me goodnight, then turned and said, "you know, nothing lasts forever, good or bad," and walked away in the opposite direction, her hand trailing on the railing. It sounds trivial, but it wasn't. I felt lighter after that encounter, and never lost that view of the Northwest as a moody but beautiful place.

Over 10 years later, I was back in the military, boardinga C-5 Galaxy on an airstrip in Afghanistan, getting ready to return home along with a couple hundred soldiers, Marines and contractors. The ground crew was making their final checks, and from a distance I could see one of the fuel handlers was a female. They were stowing their hoses and then 2 guys climbed in the truck and the female mechanic did a check of the wings. As she came abreast of the ladder, she stopped and removed her cover as if to fix a hairpin, then she looked up, looked right at me and winked, replaced her cover and disappeared under the belly of the aircraft to finish her checklist, and though she was about 30 feet away, I swear it was the same woman I saw on the Ballard Bridge ten years earlier. Not scary but a pretty remarkable coincidence.

R287 Was it Ben Gay? Then you really had something to worry about deary..........

R300

[quote] As she came abreast of the ladder, she stopped and removed her cover as if to fix a hairpin, then she looked up, looked right at me and winked, replaced her cover and disappeared under the belly of the aircraft to finish her checklist, and though she was about 30 feet away, I swear it was the same woman I saw on the Ballard Bridge ten years earlier.

How did she look? Had she aged?

R226, that mysterious lady was your guardian angel.

Jesus Christ, that story was fucked up.

Would an angel really throw a cig into a canal? Seems a little inconsiderate to me.

In 2007, we were in the Glasgow airport terminal when a terrorist ran his car through the window and tried to ignite the car/bomb and himself. We were connecting in Glasgow had just missed a flight and had our baggage on a cart and were standing in line waiting to be rebooked. Happened about 50 feet from us and we saw everything. We were very calm and just turned our cart around and walked briskly to the exit. They wouldn't let people go any further than the car park which was directly across from a parking structure. We didn't want to be near either. It was rainy and not very pleasant outside but we couldn't go anywhere. They put a big perimeter around the airport and wouldn't let anyone in or out. We waited for about an hour and determined that the airport wasn't going to be opening anytime soon and started pushing our luggage cart down the street. Nobody was stopping us so we just kept going. We must have walked a mile or two before we found a way outside the perimeter. Luckily, we had stayed a luxury hotel in Glasgow a year or two earlier and called them as it was the only local number in my phone (2007 was a little before phone internet was widely available). They sent a car to pick us up and put us in their best room for the night. In the morning, they found a driver who drove us to Edinburgh so we could continue on our vacation. Was really scary watching it on TV.

R297 and r300, see r243. Thanks!

I remember that on the news r305. Didn’t a guy (airport employee I think) just run straight up to the terrorist in the car, drag him out and punch him? Captured a terrorist with nothing more than his two hands.

R307 Yes, and the terrorist had set himself on fire as well. The actual event only lasted about a minute from start to finish. The terrorist was on the ground with about five guys on top of him by the time we got out the door.

R295, I’m sorry you lost your cat. Awful.

I suggest yous try this: buy a 1 x 3, it’s a piece of wood. Buy it, and cut it to the length of the upper half on the window. Place it to the side, so that the lower window can’t open. Of course, you can’t open the window, as I just wrote, but it keeps the robbers out.

Terrible about your kitty.

I guess I felt safe being so high off the ground; I figured a robber would have to use a ladder to get to my window and why would they bother when right across from me is a window that's only 6 feet off the ground. I have gates on the windows now.

R305, did you stay at the Hotel Du Vin?

R311 Yes. When we first stayed there on holiday, it was One Devonshire Gardens. Lovely old world hotel with such a nice staff. Gordon Ramsay had a restaurant there called Amaryllis when it was One Devonshire Gardens. We were there in the winter and having dinner in the restaurant. There were only one or two other tables occupied and Ramsay came over and sat down for a couple of minutes to chat. Was also a little pizza place around the corner that we liked as well.

Growing up in Florida, we had two houses on our property. The back house was built for my dad's mother and father to live in (my grandparents). My grandfather died in this house at a semi young age, before my brothers and I were born. My grandmother, in her late 40's married quickly after, but was rumoured to have already had the affair before her husband died. My grandmother and step grandfather moved away into their own place, leaving the 4 room house empty.

We used the back house to store our 2 freezers, and our canned tomorrow sauce, pickles, sauerkraut and picked beets in the kitchen cabinets. The living room had a pool table table. We stored ladders and things in the bedroom. We hung out there from time to time in our childhood. We always treated this place as haunted, and it gave you the creeps going into alone. Mom would send us to get something out of the freezer, and if you were alone, you quickly left.

One time, I was told to go get the 6-step ladder. I went back to the bedroom, and the ladder was open and when I went to reach for it, I was standing in one of those freezing spots, so cold you got heavy chills. It scared me, and I quickly folded up the ladder and ran out of the back house.

Another time, my childhood friend and I had gone into the back house for something. He already had the ' this place is haunted' indoctrination that kids do. Just as we were shutting the door, we both heard my name called out, as clear as day, from within the back house. My name is the same as my father, and the grandfather, who had died in the house. But the name called out was what they called my dad, and his dad, Tom, not Tommy that everyone called me. We got scared and quickly closed the door. Then we thought, maybe it was my brothers playing a trick on us, so we reluctantly went back inside to see if they were hidden. We expected one of my brothers to jump out and scare us. No one was in the house.

I wrote in another thread my supposed Encounter of the Third Kind, where I saw the little bubble head, big eyes aliens when I was 5. Before they started showing Star Trek, and the common alien look that many people with encounters were much later reported.

I was mugged in the parking lot of my condo. It was a nice condo in a seedy neighborhood. The guy just casually strolled up to me and tried to hook my purse with his arm. It was a Friday night and the first of the month, so I'm sure he thought I had my paycheck/rent in my wallet (I did). Thankfully my extremely well-made Gianni Bernini purse handles didn't give way in the struggle and I was able to hold onto it, after being dragged around the parking lot like Raggedy Ann and screaming bloody fucking murder. I think he got scared by the ruckus and gave up and ran off. Here is the creepiest part of the whole thing: 5 grown men stood there and watched the whole thing and did nothing to help me. Pretty sure they were all in on it but didn't want to get their hands dirty. They caught the guy and he went to jail for a few years. I know I am lucky to be alive and it was probably really stupid to fight...but HE DIDN'T GET MY GODDAMN PURSE. So fuck you, mugger guy. I hope jail was fun.

I was grocery shopping in mid-size supermarket one day - early afternoon but it was pretty empty. I was about 7 aisles in from the cash register lines when I heard a bang, then I saw 1-2 people running and ducking past the aisle I was in. ROBBERY! I was away from the front area, but I laid down on the floor next to my cart... just in case more bullets were flying. I remember laying there hoping that the guy just took the money and didn't turn this into a hostage situation.

The whole incident lasted about 2 minutes. I saw people walking towards the front, so I got up. There was one young cashier crying - she wasn't hurt; the guy must have just shot into the ceiling to scare her. One very selfish woman got loud when the manager told everyone to leave the store - she wanted to complete her grocery shopping. The manager yelled at her "we just got robbed!" while trying to calm the cashier. I was totally calm during the whole event, but got a little shaky when I thought about the many ways that could have turned out.

Winter. Some snow on ground. Chicago morning rush hour. Me driving. Kennedy Expressway inbound. Very crowded. Just entering Hubbard's Cave. Traffic moving OK, but not at speed limit. Maybe 40 mph. Lots of cars. Starting to skid. Car begins to weave back and forth. Scared shitless. Car in front, car behind, cars on both sides. Me to me, "Get a hold of yourself. If you panic, this will be very, very, very bad. Don't brake. Keep steering. Ok, Ok, You got it. Back on track, in the lane. Keep driving. You made it through. OK Now.

[quote]5 grown men stood there and watched the whole thing and did nothing to help me. Pretty sure they were all in on it but didn't want to get their hands dirty.

Most likely they weren't in on it, just didn't want to get involved. Most men are cowards.

I read somewhere that if you want help to yell "fire" because people will come running.

I can't find the post on here but the one about the marine driving through New Mexico scared the shit out of me. The staged "accident" and then all the creepy Satanists or whatever the fuck they were hiding in the grass along the side of the road?? Holy fucking shit I've been having nightmares about that one.

R317 Maybe you're right. After the guy ran off, I picked myself up off the ground, bleeding, ripped (and pissed) pants and one shoe, and screamed at them WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME??!! They all just looked away and didn't say a word.

That was in the southeastern CA, high desert themed thread, R318. I remember that story. Not sure if it was a DL original poster or pasted from somewhere else, but I love that story and that whole thread.

R320 Me too!!

I remember that story from Creepy Pasta r320 but it may be someone’s original experience that has been copied and copied everywhere. It’s certainly scary enough.

I don't know, R302, she was about 15 feet away, close enough to identify but not to get a really good look. Her walk was the same too. It wouldn't be a tremendous coincidence I guess, but Seattle isn't really a military town where you're constantly running into veterans and reservists, unlike, say, San Antonio or Colorado Springs.

My feeling if I had to articulate it is that sometimes, when someone is in trouble, God "deputizes" someone and compels them to reach out to another stranger, even briefly. Something like that happened to a guy in my home town--he was out for a hike with his dog and suddenly felt compelled to go down a dirt road he never walks on because it's not very scenic and full of brambles. He went about quarter mile when he started to hear a sound like a heavy vehicle idling, which was odd because no one lived out that way and it was the part of a ranch too barren to be good for animal forage.

He kept going toward the sound and saw a clearing with a trailer on it, a pickup truck and a compact skid steer with the motor running and the shovel raised but no one in sight. He called out but no one answered, and when he walked around the front of the Bobcat he saw a man lying in front of it, pinned by the key under the front wheel and apron. At first he thought the guy was dead, but when he went to him, his eyes opened though he couldn't speak. The hiker managed to back up the Bobcat and get the other guy into the truck and drove him to the nearest hospital, 20 miles away, where they were able to save his leg.

It turned out the guy was single, recently retired from the Army Corps of Engineers and had bought some acreage from the rancher where he was building a house. He'd been clearing brush when the Bobcat got hung up on a clump of cedar root, so he climbed out and dislodged it with a pry bar, but when it came up it left a hollow which the Bobcat dropped into, rolling onto his leg. The pry bar was just out of reach and his phone was in the cab of the skid. He tried to push the skid back but it weighed over a ton and when he rocked on the apron it made sounds like it might slip out of gear, which would cause it to roll further forward. He tried digging himself out by hand but that only caused the skid to drop lower. His knife was in the pants pocket that was trapped under the wheel so he couldn't even do an Aaron Ralston on himself. All he could do was shout for help, till he lost his voice.

By the time the other guy found him, he'd been there a day and a half, in 90 degree weather and had lost 20 pounds from dehydration. The doctors said he probably would not have survived another 24 hours. That county has only a couple thousand people living in it, maybe 10 in a 5 mile radius of where he was, and the odds against him being found in time were literally one out of a thousand.

I’d like the recipe for tomorrow sauce R313.

That’s a heartwarming story R323.

Can’t have it r324, not yours.

R300/R323

Thanks. And your second story is amazing.

It's not really my story as such, R327, it was told to me by one of the guys in the Volunteer Fire Dept. But to reiterate, I do believe sometimes we are commanded to reach out to other people by forces outside ourselves. You can call it God or whatever you want.

R323 Snoresville. How is that scary?

Who the hell is going to share the New Mexico marine story again, you fucking cockteases? Ain’t nobody got time to go looking for more spooky shit.

I found it interesting, even though it wasn’t scary r329.

I also found the New Mexico marine story to be scary and memorable. Not sure about sharing it with r330. It might be too scary.

Amboy, CA thread R330. You've already been told.

Thanks R333. I shouldn’t have read that before bed but here we are.

It wasn't an account of anything scary, R329, it was a tangent. Though I'm sure it was fucking terrifying for the guy who got pinned under the earth mover.

R300 that's amazing. As is the new Mexico story. So glad those two people got out of those awful situations.

fuck this answering back and forth---More Scary stories, please!

Bump to request some scary stories on this blizzard of a Friday night

I was living at 50 Divisadero St in San Francisco in 1977 and decided to go for a walk late at night. OK, I was on speed and just got home from Maude's bar. I was a 24 year old lesbian who wasn't afraid of walking at night in my Buena Vista neighborhood. As soon as I turned onto 14th, walking up the hill, I heard a loud faulty mufflered car pass me slowly. I thought nothing of it; I had a pleasant buzz on and lots of energy. I turned the corner and continued my walk. Halfway down the block, I heard the badly mufflered car behind me, cruising slowly. I quickly hopped over a low retaining wall, belly to the gound, face turned sideways...listening to the car idly just feet away. It finally moved off and I jumped onto my feet and ran as fast as I could, back the way I came. I was in front of my house when I heard the car again. Thank god I hadn't locked my car. I opened the front seat only enough to squeeze in and avoid the inside light coming on. The scary car lingered, waiting I'm sure to detect a movement. It moved forward and back, forward and back. Finally, another car came onto the street and the stalker-car left quickly and I escaped into my house. I have never felt more afraid or more alive.

idling, not idly ground, not gound

R277 and R284 -

They did not 'let' me walk out the door. The 'husband' had immediately double-locked the door upon his arrival; and one of the women had violently assaulted her own child in front me and the other women. Of course she/they would light up a blunt with children around, without a second thought.

Because of where the husband had parked his truck upon arrival, he'd parked it to prevent other vehicles from approaching the house, deliberately. His doing so also blocked the view of the driveway and its path to the highway from the kitchen window.

Upon being called out about their seeing me outside, I calmly (smiling) told them I was 'stepping around the other side of the truck to get out of the sun's afternoon heat to have a cigarette.' (The height of the truck's cab, coupled with the angle of the sun, resulted in the area on the other side of the truck being protected from the sun, being protected from the view from the kitchen window.) Upon my stepping around the truck to that area, I kept walking.

Recalling this experience, I still can see and feel my fingers pushing latches and turning knobs, at the same time. I don't know how or where this knowledge came from then. I can still recall the sound of the gravel behind me.

A couple that come to mind. First one:

I was in college, living in an old, off campus studio apartment in a semi-sketchy neighborhood .. by the U of Minnesota. I was home sick, 2 AM and I was sitting in the kitchen playing online. This is before I had a cell phone, maybe in 2000. I signed offline and thought it was odd that I had a couple voicemails. I checked them and it was the creepiest male voice - it sounded disguised like someone deliberately masking their voice all horror movie like. The recording said my name and a couple other things I can't remember, and said they were outside my door and wanted to meet me. Then a few minutes later there was a knock on my door (the building was secure, so they would have had to get in the front security door code, I was also on a higher floor).

I just froze in panic. I'm a single woman, I am quite paranoid already, and I wasn't social on campus or anything. There's no way this person knew me at all. I never have company etc. The person kept knocking and said my name, and am I home? They want to talk to me and wonder if I can let them in. I decided to play cool, like I had people over I said something like, "Sorry, we're watching a movie right now". Anyway, I looked out the peep hole and the person (brown hair male was all I saw) just stood there! They finally left, and I had called the police. My friend came and picked me up that night and I moved out within a couple of days. Never found out who it was or anything but it still gives me chills.

I don't know if that sounds as scary as it was to me - but - the mindset of anyone who would have called me, found my name, apartment, gotten in the building, knocked at 2 AM - just terrified me. What if I was coming home and encountered them? What if's. Like R181, it's the mindset of who knocks in the middle of the night on the back door?? kind of thing. It really shook me up for a few months..

Second one: Short and sweet -

It was a completely average night, 7 PM or so? I left my West Hollywood apartment to go to the gym. I walked out of the door, and to my car which was about a 1/4 down the block from me. All of a sudden I hear footsteps behind me. Naturally I turned around and saw a tall trans woman (the area had a lot of "tranny hookers") - I turned back around, and the feet turned into shuffles which turned into running. This person was running toward me with some kind of weapon in hand. I dashed so fast to my car and barely got in, closed the door on this person as they were doing "stabbing motions" onto my window and windshield. It was either a pipe or a knife. They looked enraged.. Just WTF..

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R339 That was the Zodiac honey. You got away with your life.

Hey guys. Please check out this related thread (if you're brave).

More please.

OP, thank you for starting this thread. And thank those of you who have contributed.

Getting swept out to sea in the 1990's at night in La Jolla, California. My friend and I had just arrived and walked to the beach only a couple of blocks away, but we ignored the "high tide" warning signs. My lesbian friend got her standing after an adrenaline kick-in of sorts and and snatched me up out of the water as I was being slammed into some huge rocks. My only protest as she was pulling me out of the water was "you're messing up my shirt collar!" Good times.

When I first moved to LA in the early aughts, I took a job delivering legal documents to various courthouses for filing. The downtown LA courthouse was a huge pain in the ass in terms of parking, and was really far from the law office where I worked (which was in Van Nuys). I HATED delivering to that courthouse, but I had to go there nearly every day. My boss paid gas for my car (but no mileage) but refused to pay for any parking outside of meters. Metered parking near the DTLA courthouse was either always full or it was super short time, so I'd have to park about 2 miles away where they had meters that went for up to 9 hours and walk. Those streets are really deserted and the area is borderline nasty.

One afternoon I parked and strapped on my backpack with my paperwork and started walking towards the main road. I start crossing in the middle of the street halfway up and I notice this guy on the other side of the street start walking towards me, which seemed weird since we weren't in a crosswalk. I can see him looking at me. I'm a big guy and people don't usually fuck with me so I'm not worried and I'm assuming he's going to ask me a question. He reaches me and mumbles something which I don't catch, so I say- I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. he repeats it louder, and says- Give me your wallet. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, and for some reason, my first response is to say- "No fucking way." I'm from NYC. We don't give up our wallets that easily. He then proceeds to take out a huge ass knife, not a switchblade but like a breadcutter or something, brandishes it at me and asks me again.

I take off running, and I mean RUNNING, towards the main road with traffic. And I can hear him behind me, running after me. I was in my 20s so I could move, but I'd also gained a lot of weight after moving to LA because I was driving everywhere and being a lot more sedentary, so I was huffing and puffing with that speed. Once or twice I felt him grab my backpack, that's how close he was, but I finally made it to the main street and ran right out into traffic and got hit by a car, but not hard because they were backed up and moving very slowly.

The guy who hit me gets out of his car and I'm fucking babbling at this point, screaming, Get back in the car. Give me a ride. Someone's trying to kill me (or something like that) and the guy is completely freaked out and at first won't let me in his car, but can see I'm telling the truth so he very reluctantly lets me in and drives me to the courthouse. I assume the guy who was chasing me saw I'd reached a populated area and took off in the other direction.

So he drops me at the courthouse and I go in and head for the first cop I can find and tell them what happened. They were very nice and took me out in a patrol car to drive around the area looking for this guy, but we never found him.

The last part- When I went to get into the patrol car, I took off my backpack for the first time and I noticed the whole front side of it was shredded, as though it had been cut. What I thought was the guy grabbing for me was actually him trying to stab me with that fucking bread knife.

Reading R342 in bed just now made me turn my lights on. Yikes

R221 / R226 is some of the worst fiction I’ve ever read on DL.

To the losers attempting humor on this thread---you are failing miserably. Like an annoying, drunk uncle at a party, your boring, cringe worthy posts derail the conversation and ruin the flow.

Please stop trying to be funny or you will be banned.

Back in 1991 getting chased by some guys in Toronto . It lasted about 30 minutes and when I thought I had ditched them, they caught up to me again and each time another guy joined the group. It only ended when I saw a taxi and I jumped in and told him to drive fast. I have no idea why they were chasing me but they kept calling me Eddie which isn't my name.

The Amboy marine's story reads as fake. Where would tall grass be growing naturally in that desert? Also, it's not a popular drive-through route, and it's very hot in the daytime, who would stage that sort of trap for a car that may not pass for hours?

You expect Satanist killers to be a smart and reasonable bunch, r354?

I went hiking with a buddy in one of the lesser known trails of the Angeles Forest, the Bear Creek trail, two years ago. It was a weekday that we both had off, and we had made it just a few miles in when we found a deer path that meandered off the trail. We both decided to check it out a little because it looked it headed into some cool wilderness.

We didn't make it more than two minutes in before we came across two freshly severed deer heads, with blood and flies on them. Now, I'm not talking a mountain lion or bear kill. I mean, two deer heads cut perfectly clean and straight with a knife.

Neither of us knew what the hell it meant, except that it seemed like some sort of warning, and we got the hell out of there.

r356 as a kid i stumbled across a severed dog head in the middle of an old farm road. german shepherd or similar poor-fated mut, with a circle and pentagram drawn around it in the dirt.

R356, could it have been poachers?

i was 16 taking a lunch break away from school in williams drug store having a tuna salad sandwich .. suddenly grown women started screaming and crying, sobbing uncontrollably.

jfk had been shot.

ran back to school and we all were scared and so very shocked, we knew lbj was behind it and that the country was being taken over....

that feeling still gnaws at me in the pit of my stomach.

all that weeked, and seeing the funeral, and assasination of oswald.... the world went mad that week, and never turned back.

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[quote] lbj was behind it

It was the mob, dear heart.

I was 16 (1976) and worked at a local dry cleaners. At lunch, I would go home (I lived kinda close).

One day, I decided to hitch a ride instead of walking. A guy, around 30ish with glasses, picked me up. He was muttering something (I can’t remember now what it was, just remember the feeling of being scared).

Before I reached my apartment, I told him that would get out. At a light, I pretty much jumped out.

R359 you must live a pretty charmed life if the scariest thing that ever happened to you was a politician in your country getting shot. Just saying.

I thought the same r363. Yes it was sad and tragic but scary? No. And if that’s the scariest thing that’s happened since the 1960s to r359 then he’s lived a blissfully calm life.

I once saw Sarah Palin in person at the Marriott Wardman Park hotel while the CPAC convention was going on.

one time i was on the interstate and a massive shit pain rocked my whole body. i panicked because i didn't know where the hell i was gonna unload. thankfully, i saw an exit coming up. i turned off the exit and found a Wendy's. I locked myself in the restroom and shit up a storm. I hadn't sat there for 30 seconds when someone pounded on the door like their life depended on getting in. I have never heard anyone pound and kick a door like that before. I scared me. I just sat there and continued to shit as this person pounded on the door furiously. I took my time, I had to. When I was finished I was almost scared to leave because of the pounding. I opened the door and there wasn't anyone there! I quickly got into my car and continued on with my trip. Never to return again.

R366, that’s quite the experience. I hope your asshole recovered quickly.

R363, I think context matters. I think what the poster inferred is that if Johnson was behind Kennedy’s assassination, we were possibly facing some kind of coup. That’s scary to think of in a country like this. I wonder sometimes if someone is successful at taking off Trump, it may cause some kind of civil war as the deplorables will go insane.

366 maybe the person also had to take a terrible shit or it was a pissed off employee knowing you were taking a shit without buying at least a fucking 50 cent frosty.

Maybe it was an employee with a mop and bucket knowing you were destroying the toilet R366.

It was probably the alligator living in the sewer coming up to bite you in half for befouling his living room.

I was genuinely scared during the shit. Never have I heard someone pound on a door like that in my life,

Maybe you fell into a rift in the space time continuum R366 and that was actually you banging on the door!

R356, you may have begun to come across an illegal marijuana farm encampment in the Angeles. They're up there, and that may have been their warning to stay away.

Love this thread!

Do bathrooms at Wendy’s typically lock?

r376, that one did. it was in Litchfield, IL.

Oh yeah, you do NOT wanna go into a bathroom without a lock on it in Litchfield, IL. No siree.

I admittedly, I've led a pretty boring life.

1) 9/11. I was working downtown and we were watching the news. Channel 4 was showing the replay of the 1st plane hitting the tower. For some reason, I turned to look out the window just as the fireball exploded when the plane hit the 2nd tower. I was calm the rest of the day, even when we got hosed down by a fire truck cannon in Hoboken. I boarded a train to Dover, got off and went home. Got home around 4 PM, took a shower and started watching the news. Drank 2 bottles of wine that night and then burst out sobbing. It finally hit me what had happened.

2) Flying into HOU for a business trip. Looking for a cab/trying to call Uber. A guy comes up to me and says he'll give me a ride. We walk to the parking structure and I get in the car. It dawns on me that this may not be the safest thing I've ever done. I start texting my co-workers, just in case. He took me to my destination with no problem. Once I got out of the car in front of the hotel, I damn near fainted!

Dang, R349. Crazy. Thank god you got away... but I love that you said No to the guy.

Also love this thread, great reading!

[quote] Dang, [R349]. Crazy. Thank god you got away... but I love that you said No to the guy.

Friends and family all said- Why didn't you just give him your wallet, and in theory, I couldn't argue with them. Of course it would have been the logical and safe thing to do. it was just my first impulse. No, that's MY wallet. You can't have it. When something like that happens, you just can't think fast enough to really process what's happening to weigh the logical with the first response.

Afterwards I would marvel that I had lived in NYC for over a decade (starting as a young teenager) and ran around the city by myself at all hours of the night in all sorts of sketchy areas WAY before Guiliani cleaned up the crime and I never had one thing happen to me. I'm in LA for under a year and I get mugged (or an attempted mugging) in broad daylight.

R368, thank you for you common-sense comments. So many posters here are inappropriately flip or just plain unthinking. It gets tiring.

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R383 = bump bitch

I've written about this here and some other websites over the years so some may remember me. I can't believe I've made it to 30 years no less the age I am now. Former atheist starting at 7 (whole communion crap). BRB, switching networks. F U Optimum!

It was a Sunday. June 7th, 2007. Finishing an online date in Manhattan. I had slept over. We had brunch and I polished off a whole bottle of Veuve Cliquot on my own. Let me analyze network. Delayed typing. Ugh

Sorry. Let me fix connection issues

His apartment through Times Square walking to Penn Station

ooh, is this a continuing story? let me know when i can take over the plot!

My name is Victoria Winters. My journey is beginning, a journey that I hope will open the doors of life to me and link my past with my future, a journey that will bring me to a strange and dark place, to the edge of the sea, high atop Widows' Hill, a house called Collinwood, a world I've never known, with people I've never met, people who tonight are still only shadows in my mind, but who will soon fill the days and nights of my tomorrows.

[quote] What is the scariest thing that has ever happened to you?

I opened up a Datalounge thread late one night and this face was staring right at me at R1!

I was pretty scared the other night. I've been housesitting for a friend who lives in a very remote and rural area, and right before I fell asleep, I distinctly heard footsteps outside the bedroom window. I had no lights on, so I don't know if it was a prowler or a local kid up to no good, but when I investigated the morning after, there were footprints in the mud.

R298 I am so sorry to hear that college thing happened to you. I can't imagine having that trust bond broken, and for absolutely no reason at all except to be cruel. For it to happen Freshman year, which is supposed to be one of the greatest times of your life... it fucking sucks. They fucking robbed you.

Freshman year college. Poor. I was a GAP shop bottom. 10 minutes before opening time, the GAP Playlist switched on. THE HORROR!

There was a story line on the show Six Feet Under where David (Michael C. Hall) was car jacked and tormented for hours on end by this psycho. After the incident, David keeps having PTSD type episodes. He thinks he sees the guy everywhere, he's jumpy, unable to go out, ect. At the time, and when I rewatched it recently, I thought the way that PTSD was portrayed was way over the top.

Well, on Christmas night, I was mugged by two guys. Dislocated and fractured my finger, stitches in my chin, face all cut up- I was covered in blood. The few days after it, I thought I was fine, mentally. WELLLLL, no. I've come to realize that David's crazy PTSD was portrayed PERFECTLY. I consider myself a logical person- I pride myself on it, in fact. I KNOW that I went 25 years walking around LA without being mugged, and that the chances are no better than they were on December 24th.

I'm jumpy, I'm always spinning around, I'm sometimes CONVINCED people are eyeing my phone. I get these mini-panic attacks. Had one today, walking up LaBrea. This black guy RAN across LaBrea I spun around looking scared as he did, he was only running to his car to feed the meter.

It fucking SUCKS.

I have it too, r395. I was stalked, physically and sexually assaulted in college (late 70s) by a very tall and strong female professor. I thought it happened because I confided to her that I thought I might be gay. I didn't want my family to find out so I didn't tell anyone. She stalked me for three years.

I went into EMDR therapy and that helped a lot. It's been 40 years. She was a sadistic psychopath and very dangerous.

Hopefully it’ll pass r395. Mine did. I was in a nasty car accident where a guy ran a red light and drove straight into my car. Once I was able to drive again I envisioned other cars running red lights and ramming into my car every time I crossed a busy intersection. For two years I white knuckled it every time I was in peak hour traffic at an intersection. And then it started to pass. Occasionally if I’m in the car with someone else and they do something even slightly reckless I’ll grab the dash involuntarily, but it’s a million times better than it was.

R396 I remember you sharing that story. Didn't she try to poison you? Scary shit.

I remember that story too r396. Horrible.

R395, where in LA were you mugged?

A man following me through the woods. I started to walk faster and went off track, didn't look back and eventually ran out of the woods. I was scared shit.

I heard this theme alone at night as a kid.

R398 and r399, yes, I caught her with my diet Dr. Pepper one night. She was bringing it back from her office and was about to set it back down by my stuff. I ran back down to the computer room and saw a friend of mine talking to the guy the female prof and her husband went to porn movies with. I told them what I had just seen and the perry friend said the husband had been suffering from flu like symptoms. She had been poisoning him.

The female prof had also told me she has a master/slave relationship with her husband.

Perry = pervy

r339: Yours is so similar to mine and one I've recounted here before. When I was 17 I had an argument with my boyfriend upon arriving at his house at around 11 at night. He lived quite a ways away from me. I started walking home through all the neighborhoods back, and was ducking behind cars when a car was approaching so as not to be seen. At one point a car suddenly appeared at the top of the hill of a street. It just sat there for a moment and then started moving like they had seen me; It was too late to duck out of sight before I was spotted. It started moving slowly down the hill. As it approached near me, I turned into a walkway as though it were my house and acted like I was searching for my keys. The car just completely stopped in front of the house. When a car that turned out to be my bf, who had come looking for me, pulled right up alongside it, it quickly drove on. I almost shit myself and have no doubt that person was up to something evil. It was a white Mustang, probably a '65. It took me an hour to walk home that night, and this happened about halfway through.

[quote]It took me an hour to walk home that night, and this happened about halfway through.

You mean, your bf didn't drive you home the rest of the way even though you were being followed by the white Mustang?

r406: He stopped because he thought it was me, but kept going since I was in front of a house where I didn't live and he thought it wasn't actually me. I didn't realize it was him either until he stopped at the top of the hill (he was going in the opposite direction of the Mustang) and started honking his horn. The street lights were shining on his car, where as it was dark when he initially stopped. He did find me when I was about 3 minutes from my home and tried to get me to get in his car, but I refused which was stupid to think I was safer just because I was almost there.

Sitting through a double feature of Xanadu and Two of A Kind

[quote] Sitting through a double feature of Xanadu and Two of A Kind

Shouldn't that have been Xanadu and My Tutor?

R405 Damn, that's creepy.

Probably this weird prank gone wrong using a landline. It happened in the 90s when I was 14. I had a friend over and we were talking about a guy I knew who she had a huge rush on. I don't know who's familiar with land lines anymore but you used to be able to call your own number and hang up then it would ring. I had done this to family members and friends before pretending a call was from someone then they'd pick up the receiver and hear the female recording saying "please hang up and try your call again" Usually after around two minutes it just went to dead air and you heard nothing. That day when my friend was over I did this same stupid thing. I picked up and pretended it was the guy she liked Then I told the imaginary guy on the other end to "say hello". I held out the receiver and expected her to hear the recording and hit me or something but we both heard this weird like raspy growling male voice say "hello" She thought it was hilarious and started laughing because she thought he was doing stupid voices. I was freaked out and hung up the phones. She asked me why I hung up on him and I explained what I had done. I called back my home number right away and it was just the usual recording. I kept doing this obsessively for the next few weeks and I never heard the voice again. I even sat there for up to ten minutes just waiting and nothing. It still creeps us both out. I knew a lot of people who had creepy shit go on with landlines. Thankfully I only have a cell now.

Sounds like you just had a cross line r411. Happened regularly with landlines. He was probably an old guy who thought he have some fun and scare you.

Early 70's a friend and I were hitchhiking and got a ride. As soon as we got in I saw a gun on the dash and my hand went immediately to the door handle. The guy quickly said that it was ok, he was a cop and showed me his badge and ID. We were lucky and I never hitched again.

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It was a rainy day and I was driving a late 1980's Crown Victoria. Found out the hard way that the back end of those cars always wanted to kiss the front end. Coming from Branch Ave. in Providence onto the on-ramp for I-95 the car spun out on the ramp. That was scary.

Yikes!

Attempted murder. I was gay bashed at four in the morning by three guys. I was saved by a guy who heard me screaming and ran out onto the street and scared the assailants off of me.

And then R381 stepped on the PING PONG BALL!!!!!

A Blobfish tried to pick me up at a DC bar once. I moved over and put Lindsey Graham between us. They seemed to hit it off.

R295's story made no sense at all.

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As a nurse, you get used to seeing a lot of freaky things (coding, a patient getting violent), but one incident that has stuck with me was an essentially deathbed patient who on his last day all of a sudden stared wide-eyed at the ceiling and kept screaming "don't let him get me" repeatedly in the most horrible scream until he passed on (he was a DNR). Now I am fairly atheistic, but I would later find out that this patient was a particularly bad dude. Whatever it was that he was hallucinating or seeing sounded pretty horrific.

wow, r422. I believe there is a hell and some (a lot ) will be going there.

None of mine rank very high on the scary list but they certainly got my adrenaline going when they happened:

1. Stalked by an ex-boyfriend for a while. I came into the bedroom one evening to find him at the window peering in. Scared the shit out of me at the time. I got a restraining order against him and, fortunately, he was sane enough to take it seriously and he stopped.

2. A break-in at about midnight in my home. I was wakened by the noise from the other room when he knocked over a plant climbing in through the window. I didn't have a cell phone at the time and there was no phone in my bedroom. Without really thinking about it, I sat up and yelled, 'What the fuck are you doing in my home!" Apparently, he had thought there was nobody home and I scared him as badly as he had scared me. He ran for it.

3. Flying in a small passenger plane, with seating for maybe 16?, from Chicago to Fort Wayne, Indiana, through a major thunderstorm, with high winds, hail, lightning, and massive quantities of rain. The plane was small enough that it was being thrown around in all directions by the winds. We could see the pilots and they looked frantic as they were trying to retain control of the plane. I have no idea why they chose to fly through such a system. Maybe they had underestimated its strength?

We managed to land safely, though, and as we were walking out, we noticed that the pilots were drenched in sweat. I think they were as scared as we were. Fort Wayne was flooded, as the amount of rain that had fallen overwhelmed its drainage system. That was one hell of a storm.

Seeing SATC2, particularly that gay wedding scene.

R424, that wasn't the only occasion where that happened. I've experienced two other instances where a patient did not "want them to get them," but his was the most memorable because his screaming was so jarring. (He had been completely silent for the two days prior).

As a young teenage boy with a paper route, almost getting kidnapped into a white van by two men. I was riding my bike in the early morning , when the driver pulled up alongside me to ask for directions. Stupidly, I stalled and started giving directions, when the back passenger door opened and a man tried to reach in and get me. He only succeeded in tipping my bike over though. I fell and made a run for it. I stupidly never told anybody about it. This was in Newhall, California in 1977.

Hearing the 2016 election results. I'm still scared.

Yikes R427!

R422 Yes the Angel of Death came to get him. I've heard of that with many deathbed visions. However in his case it was a demon of death.

When I was about 17 I used to go to a gay bar with my two best friends. We were a strange crew. Me, a tall skinny closeted white boy, Daniel, the only black in our high school and Laura, a fun uninhibited Jewish girl. One night we were sitting in a booth and Laura's face suddenly turned white as a sheet and she said that thing is evil. I asked her what thing and she said it's behind you staring right at you. I turned and saw a very pretty boy with long blonde hair looking right at me. His eyes were glowing red. He smiled in a way that made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I turned away for a few minutes but then had to look again and he was still staring. I had this overwhelming feeling that it wanted to kill me. Just me. We left a few minutes later and never went back. Thirty some years later I can still see his face and those red eyes. I recently asked Laura if she remembered the incident and she said she would never forget the devil boy that wanted me dead.

My partner was seriously harmed in an accident. While awaiting the arrival of the EMT's, he said to me, "Who are those people with you? Why are they here? Did you ask them to be here?" He said there were three people with us, standing with us. He described them in perfect detail: a man and a frail woman were smiling and kissing; and there was a young frail women with them.

His parents (elderly) died the year prior; and his young niece died six months later.

Rather than explaining to him we were completely alone (to protect his frame of mind at the time), I froze. The world froze.

We're still frail in the next life?

Oh man, can you give us more details r431?!

In my twenties I took a bunch of friends, all of us high, up the Angeles Crest Highway outside L.A. around 3 in the morning. There was snow and ice and eventually we had to stop and turn back because the road was blocked. On the way down, I hit a patch of black ice and the car did two quick 360s and came to a stop. There was no guard rail and when I got out to check if the car was okay, I noticed two arcs in the snow and realized the front of the car had swung out and come within an inch of the edge of the road which dropped off thousands of feet in a steep slope. They never would have found us.

It was a nightmare that I had in 1998. I've never forgotten it. At the time, I was 19 and closeted but was meeting guys anonymously in really risky situations. During that time, I had a very bad dream than can leave me shaking to this day. DL is the first and only place I'll tell this one.

In this nightmare, I was with two friends and we were on a road trip. The time period seemed to be earlier, maybe the early 80s? We were somewhere rural and remote and stopped at a gift shop. As things began, it seemed normal. There were other tourists there shopping, it was broad daylight, and seemed public and safe. The clerk was a tall but overweight man with dark hair and a beard. He sort of looked like Stephen King. My friends browsed on their own and I noticed I'd caught the attention of the clerk, who was obviously cruising me.

Somehow, this went on awhile, cat and mouse. It seemed like it got later, though, and I noticed the other tourists leaving. The clerk, probably 40-ish, kept flirting with me (I was 19, male, blond, slender) and somehow, he offered to close the store and smoke me out in the shop's back room. My friends didn't want to smoke or hang out, so they stayed out in the shop. He did, however, close the gift shop.

Once in back, he pulled out a photo album to show me his photographs. It was a weird album: all guys my age, same build and hair color, etc. All clothed for a few Polaroids (they were all Polaroids) in, I would say vaguely 1970s/80s fashions. Then they'd be naked and they were all pretty hot pictures. He offered to photograph me and somehow I agreed (I had lousy boundaries at 19). He went upstairs for his camera and a few other things.

I heard him lock the door to the shop, sealing me off from his friends but I figured he wanted privacy. That's when I looked at the album again: all the Polaroids were in little pouch type things and they had a second Polaroid behind each of the displayed photos. I started pulling the hidden Polaroids out to look at them.

That's where the dream hit horror. Those second Polaroids, hidden behind the first, were something I'll never forget. They were of the same young men except, if they had been posing in a field or barn or forest, they were now in the same location.... only savagely brutally murdered. It was like the man picked them up, photographed them, and then dispatched them as part of the ritual and kept the photos.

And I was about to be next. I looked like every single one of his victims.

Luckily, when he came back, I stayed cool and the minute he was distracted, I kicked him in the groin and started screaming for my friends, locked out in the shop. They got the door down and a bigger friend attacked the guy, who gained the upper hand, pinning my friend to the floor.

I smashed a lamp over the attacker's head, knocking him out. My friends and I fled the shop, only to encounter outside a frail old woman with a handgun who ordered us back towards the shop, where the attacker was emerging with a bleeding head wound and a glare at us. Somehow, we got the gun away from the old woman, punched her out, and shot the gift shop owner pervert and drove the hell out of there.

On the main highway, near town, we passed about twenty cars headed out towards the gift shop. Then I woke up. Let me tell you, I went to therapy and got my life in order. I came out of the closet and changed some behaviors and I'm still alive because of it.

The horrible realistic and period detail really frightened me. I never had such awful dreams but it did come at a time where I was hooking up with shady older guys. That dream was a warning, if only from my subconscious.

Scary, R436

Yellow fever.

What other details do you want R434?

I was ten and my uncle wanted to go out spearfishing and he asked me to go with him. We took his outrigger canoe out into the ocean. He dropped anchor and told me he wouldn't be gone long because he only had fifteen minutes of air in his scuba tanks.

Fifteen minutes passed and he didn't come back. I became frightened.

At thirty minutes, I was convinced he was dead.

I had the choice of trying to swim in through huge waves crashing against the reef or trying to take the canoe over the same reef, even harder since canoes are really hard to steer at the best of times and nobody had taught me how to steer one. Last option was to stay where I was and hope somebody would find me.

At the 45 minute mark, my uncle popped up beside me and asked me "what's wrong?" I'm sure I was pretty near catatonic by that point.

He said, "Just because I have fifteen minutes of air in my tank, it doesn't mean I only have to stay down for fifteen minutes." He said it in the tone of voice of "Well duh! Doesn't EVERYBODY know that?!"

When I was in high school, I didn't really get along well with others. It went back further than that; I was from a single parent home and this was the 70s when that wasn't as common. And I was basically really awkward looking, uncoordinated etc.. All that.

I wasn't allowed to shower after P.E. (my mom was kind of religious) but one day after volleyball I was, and then I noticed blood all over my hands. I thought I was bleeding to death! I stumbled into the locker room begging for help, but the other girls just formed a jeering crowd, pelting me with tampons and urging me to "plug it up, plug it up." I ended up cowering in a corner of the shower. Then Betty Buckley slapped me.

r441...don’t fret.

It gets...worse.

This is a fascinating thread, but I have to say that after hearing all these tales about scary events out in nowhereland that I'm glad I live in NYC, in a doorman building. I don't have to worry about strangers calling my name and banging on the door.

No one thinks of NYC as safe, but there's safety in numbers, I guess. Or safety in doormen.

R432, your partner described the three 'people' perfectly but didn't recognise his own parents and niece?

As a child, finding a pair of dead bodies underneath a pier. They had gunshot wounds to their heads and the flies were all over them. A thing you can never unsee.

This is so far my favorite Datalounge thread of this year.

Oh, just that one time my daughter was possessed by the devil!

You mean the demon pazuzu, Mrs. MacNeil.

I was almost kidnapped when I was about 14. I was walking down Main street alone during the day one summer and an older guy pulls up beside me walking and asks where the local golf course was. I gave him directions, then he wanted me to get in the car to show him. He had the passenger door open and everything. I told him that I was sorry wasn't going to. He drove slowly beside me until I started running and then he took off. I was so scared I didn't tell anyone because I didn't get a plate number or anything. I couldn't remember what the car was, only that he was a balding white male.

Was he cute R449??? Or at least suckable???

R450 You are such an insatiable slore.......

LOL, R450

At that age - anything the gray hair was ancient. Just saying!

So I'm homeless and know a lady who is paralyzed and has issues peeing her self she has to have help getting dressed some piece of shit posted me puting get pants on for her and posted it publicly saying i was molesting her and blocked me or my friends from seeing..this has got me fired from my job several people wanting to kill me and kicked out of my shelter all for me having a big heart.. trust that the last thing I wanted to do was play around with some old handicapped ladies fucking pants I feel I have the write to see this and explain the truth!! I'm disgusted and want to beat this man with in a inch of his life if any one has saw and can send a link please do so I will how to all ends to make sure he suffers for this shitty way he has dealt with a person being a good person

Anything you can remember, r439! I'd most like for you to free-associate, but I will ask some questions below if you need a prompt or two.

Was the guy with anyone? What went through your head? Do you think the guy was human? Could he have just been high? Did you talk about it afterward?

To add to R455, how close was the twink demon? Majorly in your personal space or just noticeable due to his creepy fixated stare.

1995, Pomona, CA. My boyfriend and I closed down the local gay watering hole. We were walking to my truck, which was right around the corner on the side street. A guy who was in the bar walked up to us, pulled a revolver and told us to give me our wallets. Boyfriend just stood on the curb; I told him I don't carry a wallet. So he told me to give him my money. I said that I spent it all inside the bar. Then he asked if we were cops. I said, no. He said, you're lucky 'cause I'm a cop killer.

Got in the car and called 911 from my cell phone. It rang for a minute. I hung up and called back. No answer. So we drove home.

About two weeks later, I popped into the adult bookstore to rent some porn. Guess who was there perusing the videos? Yep. He took one look at me and ran out of the place. I followed him and told the clerk to call 911. He fumbled his keys trying to get into his car so I had time to get in my truck and block him in. The sheriff deputies were there in two minutes. I told them the story.

TL;DR Cops ran a W&W on him, he pinged, and they searched his car and found a .... loaded revolver.

R457, you're my kind of person. Good job of nabbing him!

Damn R457,you were ahead of the curve.. having a cellphone in 1995!

Haha. I bought my first cell phone in 1994, at Best Buy. It was outrageously expensive and came with a whopping 60 minutes per month!

my dad had a cell phone in 1992.

I had just put the cat out for the night, when suddenly the cat leaped back in through the window and I guess the breeze caused the door to slam shut, because I got locked out. I pounded on the door for someone to come let me in, bt they didn't. It was night and dark and scary.

Maybe you could have propelled your car with your large, four-toed feet to The Granite Arms Hotel for the night, or, at least, asked your neighbor, Barney, to let you use his pterodactyl phone to call your wife, r462.

R462 & R463 I want to know whose giant saber-tooth cat that was anyway! The only pet they ever had was Dino. You never see that cat again.

Fred ate it as punishment.

Finding out my daughter was a regular at Pulse night club in Orlando.

[quote] What is the scariest thing that has ever happened to you?

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I was thinking the same thing, r444.

I found things missing and rearranged in my apartment once. A nice set of china that I had hidden away in a cupboard ended up on my kitchen counter. I did laundry one night and left my neatly folded pile of clothes on the sofa. The next morning when I went to put them away, there was a pair of men's denim blue Wrangler jeans size 38 in the middle of all my other clothes.

I left that apartment soon after.

R469 What did you do with the mystery jeans?

That’s very unsettling, r469. Did you ever find and explanation?

Why did you leave R469? You obviously had a ghost frau and could have free housekeeping.

R469 had someone who wore size 38 jeans living behind a secret door in the cupboard where that china was stored

R469 why didn't you get cops to sweep the place! Some creep was probably living in your house in some hidey hole.

R469, your washing machine was obviously a portal to Hell. Or at least Palm Springs.

That would scare the hell out of me, R469.

Bad Ronald!

I rented an upper flat and one day I was on the couch jacking off after work and a foreign woman walked on with a key. She excused herself and said, "wrong apartment." Both apartments were keyed the same and it was the other guy's maid.

I have notice asap. It explained a lot once I knew others had access to my place.

In, gave ^^^

¿En Ingles por favor, senora R478?

Bosnian, I think, not Spanish speaking.

on boston subway late one Friday, 3 blacks came up and tried to mug me, calling me fag all the while,

I jumped off train and ran like hell

almost had heart attack

scared the fuk outta me but by god I outran them fuks.

HOPE THEY ALL GOT CANCER AND HAD MISERY

Last year in London I left my mate...who had hooked up...in the club I was in. I walked out and to the end of the street. This was around 3am I suppose, anyway at the end of the street there were two Muslim guys, who I reckon were 20 something, they were leaning on a wall joking loudly with each other. They made me feel instantly uncomfortable because it was quiet and no one was about. I walked past quickly and made the mistake of glancing up at them. A few seconds later they were shouting after me. They followed me and kept saying 'are you gay?' Then one of them said' you were looking at us..your a queer..we don't like them. Me and my brother are looking for mischief tonight.' He then started shoving me, I said I didn't want trouble, by this time I was terrified. I walked off fast and they followed telling me to stop or they would cut me up. They said they had a knife. There was at this time a woman on the other side of the road but she ignored what was happening. I just ran, and was sure they'd run after me but luckily they just laughed behind me. I was sure I was going to get stabbed that night. I'll never forget it one of them shouted 'Allah hates queers' I was so angry for not standing up for myself..but I was scared.

My post is somewhere on this thread about being startled and nearly attacked while I was shittin' at Wendy's.

Muslims hate us

Sorry I missed the responses to my post. I went to the front office immediately and told the manager about my story, and he seemed genuinely disturbed. He had all of the locks changed to my apartment immediately. I left the jeans with him. I had already been thinking about moving for months and wasn't locked in a lease, so this pushed me over the edge to finally do so. After I moved, I learned that there had been a prowler rapist in the area. I'm male but my sister would occasionally stay over for a few days at a time, to the extent that somebody could maybe think she lived there. That is the only explanation I could ever think of.

One other creepy thing I did find were a few wadded up paper towels in my restroom wastebasket that I know weren't mine. I was very happy to move out of there!

R486 damn, that was a really freaky situation.

It makes you wonder what leaving the jeans was about. The person must have deliberately left them to be seen by the “woman” who lived there. Like a cat marking its territory.

It could be a maintenance guy taking it easy at your place instead of working during the day.

I used to work at a big office building and was friends with one of the maintenance guys. It turns out, buildings have crawlspaces and nooks and crannies where maintenance guys hide and take naps. One guy got thrown out by his wife and was sleeping at work. He had put a futon in a dead space in the ceiling. His uniforms were cleaned by the company. He didn’t have a way to clean his underwear and socks though, so rather than going to a laundromat and washing his undies, he wore them dirty until employees smelled him and complained. And that guy considered himself a ladies man! The wife threw him out due to cheating.

The supervisor was made suspicious by this story about the wife, looked at security video and caught him backing a truck up to the dock on the weekend when no one was around, stealing case after case of printer paper to sell. They ended up firing him. He had worked there twenty years and was an entitled asshole. Can you imagine risking your pension for some printer paper? He must have stolen by the truckload for years. Nobody noticed.

A guy like that would have found access to your shower, couch, tv and porn a godsend.

My guess is the landlord knew something like this happened when you brought it up, but wouldn’t say because his employees are his responsibility. And maintenance guys have master keys and can get in anywhere.

A guy probably found out you were gone at a certain time and was sitting on your couch watching Bullwinkle and jacking off all day. And you ruined it!

There's this old hotel in Yosemite called the Wawona (Big Tree). I hadn't heard the rumors that it was haunted before I stayed there but I remember driving up and thinking "This place looks creepy." They put me in Moore Cottage which is four rooms connected by locked doors. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a bunch of people talking loudly as they came into the room next door. Someone turned on the lights because I could see it through the cracks around the door. They were quite noisy but quieted down pretty quick. The next morning, I walked past the room early and noticed the drapes were open and the beds made up like no one had been there. I asked the desk clerk if someone checked in late and he said no, we were alone in the cottage. A few years later, I read that in the 1920s a small plane crashed on the grounds of the hotel and they took the pilot up into Moore Cottage (in the room next to mine). The guy died before the doctor could get there and ever since then a lot of people have seen the ghost of a pilot on the grounds.

Getting phone calls on my landline by some creep telling me he’d just jacked off.

[quote] caught him backing a truck up to the dock on the weekend when no one was around, stealing case after case of printer paper to sell. They ended up firing him. He had worked there twenty years and was an entitled asshole. Can you imagine risking your pension for some printer paper?

Was his name Kevin or Dwight by any chance?

r486, did the manager wear size 38 jeans?

Good question, r492. The manager would have a key, so maybe he was the one creeping around in the apartment?

r489: I remember that story.

R491, no, it was something like Ramon or Ronaldo, don’t remember exactly. He was South American. He has been there a long time and thought he could do anything and the other maintenance guys would never turn him in. I wonder if one of them did. One was a new guy, very straightlaced. Maybe he wanted brownie points.

For maybe 3 years I lived alone ( sometimes with one sister or the other) in a huge flat, with only 1 neighbour, in a small building located in a remote part of a park. At night it could be pretty scary. I always made sure everything was locked. One night I woke up feeling a very heavy weight on my legs. I didn't dare open my eyes at first but then I had to, so I did. There was a man sitting on my legs. Naked. With long white hair. He looked very old and weather-beaten. Like over 80 yo. He wasn't looking at me. I screamed out of terror but the sound didn't come out louder than a coarse cry. He disappeared. Litteraly. The weight lightened. I turned the light on. Nothing. He was gone. I swear it was not a dream.

It was JESUS ! ! !

No. He looked VERY scary. Like David Lynch- scary

Driving home late one night from college, a trucker blew by me and caused my tire to catch the edge of the road.

My car then did a quick 180 and stalled right in the middle of the road(with me facing the wrong way).

The 180 was scary enough... but then, for a moment, I thought I was going to be broken down at midnight in the middle of nowhere.

Thankfully, my car started. I turned around and then got the hell out of there.

I was followed onto a city bus which I had to catch after missing my school bus at 13. I was a shy kid and I am now a firm believer in how predators can pick out prey. I saw the man talk to his friend, point at me and follow me on the bus. He sat directly behind me and got off at the stop before me which I was relieved about as I had a sinister vibe. Unfortunately my next stop was only a block away and he saw me on my home street, I'm so glad I was compelled to look behind me because I saw him sprinting towards me ducking in and out of bushes on his way as a hopes of me not seeing. I have never ran so fast in my life and I had the scary get your keys in the door moment.

R492, couldn't have been the manager. He was tall and rail thin.

One other thing that I forgot, which freaked me out the most, was that I came home one night to find a digital clock that I had in the living room entertainment center completely unplugged from the back. This was before the jeans incident.

R496,, that's called sleep paralysis.

When I was in my mid-twenties (I'm female), I had a paper route in Florida. It was a snow bird route, so in the winter the route was huge, like 1300 papers per day. I drove a Toyota Corolla, so not all of the rolled papers would fit in the car at the height of the season. I had to put the excess bundles in the trunk and then halfway through the route find a place to roll & bag the remainder. One night at about 4 am I was parked on the outskirts of the neighborhood rolling the second half of the papers, quietly listening to music. I have no idea what made me look up, but when I did I see this huge man about 20 feet away with a long red ZZ Top beard STRIDING, almost running towards me. I threw the papers in the car and was gone in less than 30 seconds. There is no doubt in my mind this guy had BAD intentions, really grateful I never had to find out what they were. From that point on I parked in a vacant residence's carport, safely tucked into the end of a cul de sac.

Reading this thread last night right before bed was a bad idea. I had crazy nightmares!

R477 A ghost was my first thought. Then Bad Ronald was my second choice.

R469 reminds me of my sister’s story. She rents what is basically a basement apartment in a house. Very similar things have happened to her. The bar that holds the hangers in her closet was on the floor (with the clothing in a pile). She figured it had just fallen, but the brackets were still screwed in the wall securely. She went to put the rod back in and found it an inch too short. It had been intact when she’d left for work earlier that day.

She also found a clump of long black hair in her toilet (she is blonde) and black stubble in her sink.

She also has a weird neighbor, a woman upstairs who is always home, sometimes has visitors at odd hours. I forget all the weirdness but I concluded that she’s a cam girl who occasionally lets customers come over for sex.

R503's story makes one wonder if there are crazy, vicious characters just moving around here and there looking for a stray person alone at night, to seize an opportunity. They'd go out hunting and usually find no one. But if they spot someone, they come crashing forward to do God knows what.

The moral is: don't go out by yourself at night.

Also, changing the subject: Don't drink with strangers. That's how George Smith went overboard on that cruise.

R503, creepy as hell. When you drove off was he standing there looking at you leave?

Your sister should move, r506. Right, guys?

Tell us the truth R454. You popped a few fingers in her gash and took a whiff and a lick off of them. THAT was what they caught a picture of you doing.

I was running late to catch a train to NJ at Penn Station. I sprinted across Seventh Avenue just as the light was changing. As I approached the other side, I stopped dead. Just in front of me was a guy with his back to me, naked to the waist, holding a huge machete. Just opposite him, a foot or two away, were three cops facing him with their guns drawn. At that point, the light changed and traffic started streaming down the street - with me still standing in the right hand lane. I realised that I could now die in one of three ways - either the guy with the machete would turn and hack me in half, the cops would shoot him and hit me as collateral damage, or I would get struck by a car. I was frozen with fear for a second or two, but finally jumped out of the way of the on-coming traffic.

R511 holy shit, I can't imagine how terrifying that was! Although I'm curious about what happened to Machete Guy.

Don't know, R512, I ran to catch my train.

R503 Yes he kinda kept walking after my car, but slower. (I hauled ass) The creepiest part was how he was Terminator-striding so purposefully. I'll never get that out of me head.

*my head lol

Running late at night, cutting through a park, then coming upon a guy in a black hood, spraypainting a Mendes goat on a wall. I ran out of there in record time!

That was probably a bored Goth teenager trying to seem edgy, R516.

OP There is no Siskiyou National Forest. There is a Siskiyou County, though. What city were you closest to?

R518, I'm not OP, but I looked up Siskiyou National Forest, and it does exist, though it seems some call it the Rogue River-Siskiyou National Forest. Looks pretty. I wouldn't camp there though..

Getting roofied at a bar and waking up in my bed with no recollection of what happened!

holy shit R520!!

Having a filthy carnie whisper prafanties and threats in my ear as a child when I called out his game as a scam to the crowd.

[quote]whispering prafanties

was he offering you a bougie fruit soda, or was he describing his carnie feminine undergarments?

R52, that cracks me up. Was he a dwarf?

R524 he wasn't a dwarf just your run of the mill carnie. He had that sinuewy look of a crack head and was extremely weather beaten I find they are closely related to the hobo in terms of their sinister vibe and appearance.

Not the scariest thing, but one of the weirdest. I was in my new 3rd (top) floor apartment yesterday by myself with no tv or radio on and clearly heard a woman say "hey". It was as if the person who said was standing right next to me, but I was alone.

Get an Exorcist, R526.

Don't be afraid, r526. You probably heard your neighbors. Or it could just be rats in the attic.

[quote]I'm religious but also have the skepticism of a scientist.

One of these things is a lie.

R526 I've had that happen before, only it was mother's voice. I thought something must've have happened to her and frantically called her but she was fine. No idea why that happened.

That is truly frightening, OP.

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It was my last year at university and over the break my friends and I decided to go camping in Switzerland. We got lost during a hike when a big storm came up and we must have gone in the wrong direction somewhere. It was pissing down and had gotten quite dark by the time we came upon the livestock - there were cattle hanging from the trees in the dense forests with all their innards hanging out. It was fucking terrifying. We didn't know where we were so we just chose a direction and continued on. We came across a cabin in poor condition, but it would do for the night. There were weird symbols and markings carved into the wood, but it was either sleep in there or out with the dead animals, so we chose the cabin.

I woke in the middle of the night to a loud ringing noise and there was a blinding light coming into the cabin - an otherwordly light. I turned, intending to wake the others, but they were all gone. Their packs and sleeping bags were there, but they were not. I started screaming their names, but couldn't hear myself over the loud ringing noise. I was terrified. Then i must have blacked out.

I came to, outside of the cabin, in the dark but i could sense something in the trees behind me - I was so terrified I pissed myself. i got up and ran but could hear whatever it was behind me gaining fast. I tripped and felt a heavy weight on my body and a voice whispered in my ear "The Dyatlov Pass incident is fascinating....if you don't post a thread about it on Datalounge, I will stalk your dreams to infinity as I have done to so many others who disobeyed me". Then, it was gone.

Real stories are good movies not so much r533

All that typing for such a little payoff, R533.

Similar to R14. I was walking home one evening from the Upton Park tube station in East London many years ago along a mainly commercial road, all the businesses were closed. A few days before, I had been curb-crawled by a black car but eventually it had driven away. That night, a black car started curb-crawling me. I couldn't be certain if it was the same car. There was no side street for me to turn down, so I kept walking hoping they would just fuck off. They drove ahead and I relaxed, and then, the car abruptly reversed back towards me, fast, and stopped maybe 2 metres ahead, and the passenger side door opened, and I started panicking there was no one around. A man leaned out of the open door and started leering at me and smirking, like he was enjoying freaking me out. My gut told me that unless I got the hell out of there immediately, he would try and drag me in the car. I ran. Rapes and murders were common in that part of London at that time.

At least you weren't in Whitechapel.

Scariest thing that ever happened to me ... told the story here once in a thread about run ins with the supernatural. I wonder if anyone remembers?

My grandaunt had just died and I was sitting in my house, which was pitch black, alone. Only the room I was in, the kitchen, was lit. I could see all the way through the house. And then ....

(Does anyone remember this? Long shot!)

The scariest thing that ever happened to me was when my toddler almost died.

She’s fine now, but even thinking about it is terrifying.

Took way too much acid once and had the trip from Hell.

R538, she came down the stairs? I think I remember the story but I can't remember exactly how she made herself known.

Her chair moved? Was your dad and possibly your brother or his brother in the story?

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[quote] What is the scariest thing that has ever happened to you?

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Excellent thread!

Some of these are pretty scary.

On the drive to Big Sur campground at night, almost hit a deer straight on. Had to swerve to avoid, which is scarier because the road is so narrow and it's a steep drop-off down to the crashing ocean below.

I've had some scary hookups.

Tell us, r549.

My husband and I (we're both male) had bought an old house on lots of land, on the outskirts of a suburban to rural area. One night when he was away, I was sleeping but was woken up early in the morning - I remember thinking the sun was just starting to rise - by noises. Thinking it was just the house settling or something natural, I just sat up in bed and listened. Then i heard what sounded like heavy footsteps in the upstairs hallway. Thinking someone was in the house, possibly knowing I was by myself, I starting panicking about what to do. As the thoughts were going through my head, I once again heard what seemed like heavy boots in the hallway. Not sure why, even to this day, I was compelled to shout out "Whoever is out there, I have to warn you - I have a gun!" (A partial lie, since we did have a gun in the house but not near the bed.) I heard what sounded like a muffled reply and then nothing. Stayed sat up in bed until the sun had fully come up and then checked the house. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing strange. Flash-forward a few months later and one of my aunts, who always had an uncanny sense of intuition, came to visit. Showing her around the house and when got to the kitchen, she turned to us and said "Who's the man by the pantry?" My husband and I were at a loss. "He's standing by the pantry, trying to keep out of the way. Dressed in dusty overalls and heavy boots. Says he watches over the house and the 'boys' in it." My aunt looked at me said, "He's saying you heard him but he didn't mean any harm." I related what happened months earlier and my aunt said, "He's telling me to apologize and will be quiet." After that, some small events in the house and every once in a while, we would talk out loud to the unseen gentleman. Gathering some research from some older people in the area, we did find out that many decades ago, there had been a farm on the land - owned by a man and woman who had several sons, the woman had died and two of the sons had died in WWII.

This is more freaky than scary but I used to live in Chicago and had to take the red line/purple line train to the northern suburbs for my night shift Nurse job. It was about 10:30 pm and the train I was on was mostly empty. I started to get the feeling I was being watched, and I looked to my left. About three seats away was this guy staring at me. I immediately got this chill down my spine. I straightened up in my chair and didn’t make eye contact with him. The guy kept staring. I tried to look out of the corner of my eye with my head slightly towards him to see what the hell he was doing. He had his head tilted towards me with this evil grin. HE WOULD NOT LOOK AWAY. I was looking at him from the reflection in the train window in front of us. It was like he could feel the fear that I was feeling. My stop was coming up and I was afraid he was going to follow me out of the train. When the train stopped I got out quickly and looked back to make sure he wasn’t behind me. When I looked back he was still in the train looking at me with that smile. His head turning slowly to look at me as I walked down the stairs. I switched my schedule to do 7 pm to 7 am instead of 11 to 7. Lol

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R552, freaky!

Seeing Lens Dunham nude.

Bump. More stories please!!!

Last year, I was at a local backroom porn theater, where I met an older man like myself, who had a furrowed brow and somewhat staring eyes. We connected, and I asked him if he had any better place to go. He took me out to the parking lot, and said we could go somewhere in his van. I checked out the back of his van, and saw a mattress on the floor and no windows. I also noticed there were no door handles on the inside.

When asked about that, he said he’d been meaning to get them fixed.

Then I noticed the boxcutter in a kind of tray inside the driver’s side door.

I made excuses, and he shortly drove away.

Dodged a bullet that night.

I dodged a bullet in N.C once. I was a teenager hitchhiking down to see my parents. This hot guy in a pickup truck stopped. When I got in I noticed there was a revolver on the seat between us, and it started bouncing up and down as we drove along. The guy was friendly and amiable but I had never seen a gun up close. The more the gun bounced, the more he seemed to get a kick out of my reaction. Finally, he went over some railroad tracks and the gun jumped off the seat and landed on the floor by my feet. He just picked it up, smiled, and told me it wasn't loaded. Freaked me the fuck out.

In college dorm on my way to the laundry room in the basement. I walk past these two guys while I am carrying my laundry basket, all of a sudden one of them starts yelling, "I am going to cut you motherfucker, I am going to cut you" I look behind me and one of them has a knife and the other one is holding him back, the one holding him back says "You better get out of here, I can't hold him forever" while the one with the knife keeps yelling "I am going to cut you motherfucker".

Surprisingly, I calmly went on and did my laundry, I honestly don't know if they were serious or just joking around trying to get a reaction from me. If it was the second they failed.

I got barbecue sauce instead of hot sauce at Chirping Chicken.

I'm still in counseling to try to work my way back to normal, or as normal as I'll ever be.

When I was a kid, my father and older brother went out one evening on some errand, leaving me and my mom home alone. A short while later, my mom says she hears something in the garage (which was attached to the house). This was before the era of garage door openers, so my dad left the garage door open, as well as the basement door (which led into the garage). As my mom was looking down the stairs, the basement door starts opening. She flew down those steps and slammed herself against the door, but the person on the other side pushed back so she yelled for me to come help. As I headed down the stairs our dog started barking over the commotion, and at that point the person left so my mom got the door closed and locked. Why she didn't call the police I don't know--I guess she just didn't want to deal with it, but I've never again felt safe in a house with a basement door that leads either to the outside or a garage (and fortunately don't live in one like that).

R533, I stopped reading at: "there were cattle hanging from the trees in the dense forests with all their innards hanging out."

Post something which actually happened. No one cares about your silly creative writing.

Bumpo

In a forest that could have a lake, maybe a loon could sound like a screaming woman?

Mountain lions in heat sound like a woman being murdered.

Now I know why I don't camp alone in the middle of nowhere.

You met Jame Gumb, R557?

Are you a great, big, fat person, R557?

My mother moved in with me after her house was overrun by mold.

R557 met Bruce McArthur.