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What is the one single scariest incident that has ever happened to you?

Having all four of my car tires slashed in a parking lot and never finding out who or why.

by Anonymousreply 166Yesterday at 5:40 PM

Being assaulted and beaten unconscious.

by Anonymousreply 106/28/2020

Watching Mame by myself.

by Anonymousreply 206/28/2020

Finding out I spent a week trying to return a wallet to a serial killer.

by Anonymousreply 306/28/2020

R3 wtf?

by Anonymousreply 406/28/2020

Falling asleep driving on the freeway in the middle of the night, definitely after 2 AM but before sunrise, and the SUV i was driving barrel rolling off a hill. I was coming off a drunken party night but had gained enough composure to say I wanted to get myself home. The hill wasn't that steep, but it was enough to where I woke up upside down because my SUV had toppled on top of itself. I am so thankful and still spooked that I came out of it completely unscathed. I mean, it truly felt like I dozed off and the next thing was I woke up to a woman shouting from her car window (she had stopped off the side of the freeway) to see if I was awake, conscious. I am so thankful that when she called for help, the cop who arrived felt pity for me and allowed me to wait for a tow truck and he drove me home, which was only 15 minutes away. I will always feel pathetic about it and it haunts me that I put myself and others in that danger.

by Anonymousreply 506/28/2020

My now ex trying to strangle me

by Anonymousreply 606/28/2020

Yes, more R3.

by Anonymousreply 706/28/2020

Discovering Datalounge.

by Anonymousreply 806/28/2020

I found a wallet one evening on the way home from a bar in the late 80s. There wasn't money in it, but there was ID with a local address, and I knew the neighborhood it was in. I got the number from 411, left a couple of messages. No return call. Tried, once, to drop it off, but no one answered. I finally dropped it in the mail.

A few months later, he was caught, and I caught it on the news. Scary motherfucker. I always wondered if he used his wallet as a lure for ex-Boy Scouts like me. It wasn't Dahmer or anyone you'd have heard of, unless you were local.

by Anonymousreply 906/28/2020

R3=R9. Apologies, the adrenaline got flowing!

by Anonymousreply 1006/28/2020

Yikes R1, what happened?

by Anonymousreply 1106/28/2020

1. Nearly falling off my bike into a busy road and barely catching myself, somehow, at the last second.

2. TWA Flight 800 that blew up not long after takeoff (1996) - I was on the same flight a couple weeks later. It makes me feel sick to think, what if the folks who scheduled my flight had made it for two weeks before?

by Anonymousreply 1206/28/2020

Being an overweight 59 year old with an AIDS diagnosis stuck in a global pandemic while a walking turd is president of the U.S. and the Chinese are working overtime to keep him in office.

Hehehe! Just kidding, kids. I'm fine.

by Anonymousreply 1306/28/2020

lol R13

by Anonymousreply 1406/28/2020

My bag supposedly tested positive for cocaine while traveling through a major foreign airport. Hauled into secondary and abused and insulted by homophobic government thugs demanding to know where the drugs were until 1 hour later, someone announced it was a false positive. Fuck.

by Anonymousreply 1506/28/2020

Driving one of the most dangerous roads in the world, the Kahekili Highway, known as the "death highway" of Maui. We were there on vacation and had to make our flight to attend a wedding in California. But the road to the airport was closed due to a fire, so we decided to take another route along the west coast.

People warned us it was dangerous, but we dismissed them thinking they were exaggerating. OMG, it still scares me to think of how close we came to going over the edge. We would be driving along the ridiculously narrow, one lane road with a vertical rock cliff on the right and a steep ravine on the left--- barely enough room, and then you would see a sign that read "road narrows ahead". WTF? Plus there were signs everywhere to beware of falling rocks. We were driving a convertible. It was 2 hours of sheer terror.

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by Anonymousreply 1606/28/2020

I can't remember a time when I ever actually felt fear. There were probably many times I should have, though. However, there was one incident a few years ago that was alarming, to say the least.

My partner and I were hiking down a forest trail, heading for a small lake. We had our black Lab with us. Just as the lake came into sight at the end of the trail, I put my foot directly on a wasp nest that was built into the ground. The reaction was immediate - a cloud of wasps arose in front of us. My partner yelled "RUN!" and back up the path we went, with the speed of Olympic sprinters, the dog following us. When we reached an area of tall grass and reeds, we dove head first into it, and flattened ourselves against the ground. The dog landed on top of me and practically knocked the wind out of me. After some time had passed, we got up. The dog had taken most of the hits, but a couple of wasps had gotten into my hiking boot and had done a job on my ankle. Thankfully nobody had an allergy to wasp stings.

by Anonymousreply 1706/28/2020

9/11 - We lived a block from the WTC and saw the whole damn thing from my living room until the first tower fell, and then we evacuated. We were walking south to get away when the second tower fell.

Close second: seeing Bruce Vilanch naked.

by Anonymousreply 1806/28/2020

Swimming alone, tired, off an uncrowded beach in a foreign country.

Caught in riptide.

Too far offshore for people to understand my call for help.

I knew I was going to die.

by Anonymousreply 1906/28/2020

R19 how did you make it out safely?

by Anonymousreply 2006/28/2020

When I was 20 and still closeted, I got home after a bareback liason with my boyfriend at the time and had a message on the answering machine from the Red Cross, telling me to call them back because they had found an issue with the blood I'd donated a few days before. I flipped out and was sure I'd tested positive for HIV; it turns out my liver enzymes were elevated from an antidepressant I was taking. I was in absolute hysterics and ended up coming out to my mom (an MSN) while asking her if I'd "survive the liver enzymes." She and I can laugh about it now, but I was young and horrendously terrified at the time.

by Anonymousreply 2106/28/2020

R16 I understand, those types of roads are scarry as hell. Never drive the north coast 500 in Scotland. Same type of thing in the Applecross/Gairloch area. Narrow bad roads and people are driving campers there, imagine having to go in reverse downhill with two cars behind you to the nearest passing place where there's only room for two cars.

by Anonymousreply 2206/28/2020

Being stalked by a sadistic sexual serial killer while I was in college. Second was looking up to see a guy in a ski mask while I was alone in the computer room. College campuses were dangerous places.

by Anonymousreply 2306/28/2020

Having bandages removed from my eyes after emergency surgery - and needing to ask the nurse: are the bandages off yet?

As this post implies, sight returned, but it was a dreadful moment. Any time I'm tempted by self-pity I think back to it. Grateful every day for eyesight.

by Anonymousreply 2406/28/2020

Near the end I was treading water - exhausted.

A (very) powerful swimmer appeared in the ocean behind me. He saw what was happening and literally pushed me (like a porpoise) out of the current and toward the shore.

Owe him my life.

by Anonymousreply 2506/28/2020

Glad it ended safely for you R25

by Anonymousreply 2606/28/2020

R23, yikes!

by Anonymousreply 2706/28/2020

OP, you know what you did.

by Anonymousreply 2806/28/2020

Coming across a brown bear and her cubs while hiking along the shoreline of the Washington State coast. We saw them before she saw us, and so we went running into the water up to our waists and made lots of noise to scare them off.

by Anonymousreply 2906/28/2020

R29, that water must have been cold!

by Anonymousreply 3006/28/2020

I guess a near-drowning (or so I thought at the time) when I was ten years old. We were in the water (ocean), which was calm. Suddenly, a huge, roiling wave swept over me and I was completely submerged, caught up in the wave. A calm did come over me and I remember thinking: "I'm only ten and this is how I'm dying."

Prologue: the rogue wave subsided / swept back out and I survived.

by Anonymousreply 3106/28/2020

Car accidents are traumatizing and I still have PTSD from some. I have been in several. Only one was my fault. About six months ago I woke up in the middle of the night unable to breathe. It took three tries to finally get a breath. I was terrified.

by Anonymousreply 3206/28/2020

I once got between Tess Holliday and the snacks table at a photo shoot when her blood sugar was low.

by Anonymousreply 3306/28/2020

I have always flown a lot due to my career. Usually around 200,000 to 300,000 miles per year for the last 30 years. I have been in several close calls while on airplanes.

I was on an American Airlines flight from DFW to MIA in the middle of the afternoon which should've been no big deal. But because of storms over Texas and Louisiana, the aircraft flew west over Lubbock, then down toward Houston before heading across the Gulf. They hadn't properly planned for the diversion so there wasn't enough fuel on board. As soon as the Florida coastline was in sight, the pilot announced we were making an unscheduled landing in Tampa because we wouldn't make it to Miami. It was the steepest, nose-down descent I've ever experienced. We landed on the east-west runway which isn't used for commercial flights because there was no time to line up on the other runways. Somewhere very close to the ground we were completely out of fuel and glided in. There was not even enough to taxi to the gate - we had to be towed from the runway to the gate.

I'm not scared of most stuff while flying - but this time I really did think I was going to end up sinking to the bottom of Tampa Bay. It took me a couple of weeks to get over it.

by Anonymousreply 3406/28/2020

R34 you could have ended up in Croc infested swamps like that other poor plane.

by Anonymousreply 3506/28/2020

[quote] They hadn't properly planned for the diversion so there wasn't enough fuel on board. As soon as the Florida coastline was in sight, the pilot announced we were making an unscheduled landing in Tampa because we wouldn't make it to Miami.

What the fuck kind of planning is that? I would have been pissed. I used to fly (not pilot) very small (~ 20 seats at most) airplanes for work. My coworkers had all kinds of excuses for why they could not fly, so, it fell to me most of the time (to fly). Our work counterparts in another department used the same types of charter planes and actually had a fiery crash. One person died of a heart attack. Another person ended up on disability (from the PTSD). I was pissed when that happened because that could have been me, while my wuss coworkers sat in the office.

by Anonymousreply 3606/28/2020

I'm terrified of a plane crash, especially after reading what happens to your body. I don't want to go out like poor Patsy Cline or Carole Lombard..

by Anonymousreply 3706/28/2020

I was flying from Amsterdam to Singapore and in the middle of the night, while everyone was sleeping, I noticed the flight attendants dashing around like mad, checking every cabinet, bathroom, and galley drawer, and walking up and down the aisles feeling the overhead bins. That's when I smelled the smoke. I popped my head up and was trying to understand what was going on and remain calm when the woman across the aisle asked, "Do you smell it too?" Fuuuucccckkk. I looked at my partner and he was fast asleep. I was terrified but thought it better to let him sleep in case the plane exploded. We were over water, too; maybe the Arabian Sea or the Bay of Bengal. There would have been no trace of us. After a few agonizing minutes the FAs were walking up and down the aisles spraying this citrus air deodorizer to mask whatever caused the smell of smoke (I think it was electrical). My partner eventually woke up and when I told him, he was like, "Is that so?" In 25 years I've never been able to convey the sheer terror of those four or five minutes.

by Anonymousreply 3806/28/2020

When I was 20, I went for a physical as part of a requirement for an upcoming new job. The doctor told me they wanted to do some more blood tests. When I asked why, he was a bit hesitant and then he said they wanted to test for a blood disease. I asked, "What blood disease?" He said "Leukemia". I went home, fell on the living room floor and cried and cried and cried. They did a bone marrow test from my chestbone. Came back negative. I was fine. But I thought I was going to die at the age of 20.

by Anonymousreply 3906/28/2020

This is my DL horror story that I tell on occasions like this. I used to get my hair cut at a barber on Santa Monica blvd. I was sitting in my barber's chair and he turned me and I was suddenly face to face with the guy in the next chair. He had the most terrifying look and his eyes seemed like he was staring right into my soul. It was hypnotizing and not in a good way. I averted my eyes but not before thinking that this guy was going to kill me. After I was finished, I paid and almost literally ran to my car for fear he'd follow me and knife me. I didn't go back for a while. When I did go back, everyone was talking about the Night Stalker, Richard Ramirez who had been caught the previous night. He was a regular there and he was the guy who stared me down. The realization that I was that physically close to a mass murderer was equally scary as the incident itself. When I saw the photos in the newspapers and TV of him, it never came close to capturing his aura of evil.

by Anonymousreply 4006/28/2020

Trying to overcome my own homophobia, repression, and inner turmoil. I had to go through 4 different therapists before I was able to accept myself as I was. I was breaking out in terrible rashes and having to go to a skin specialist on a regular basis. It wasn't an easy time. So glad I was finally able to move on.

by Anonymousreply 4106/28/2020

R25 It sounds like you had a guardian angel or some form of divinity help you. Miracles still happen.

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by Anonymousreply 4206/28/2020

Watching Jodie Foster in Nell

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by Anonymousreply 4306/28/2020

Almost drowning and two car crash avoidances that would have killed me. One were a taxi driver took his eyes off the road and veered into my oncoming lane but swerved out at the last second.

by Anonymousreply 4406/28/2020

-Being in a plane that almost went down during an attempted landing in Halifax on an extremely windy night. Very surreal experience - everybody was crying and puking, and I was just staring at the floor stuck in a stupor. They aborted the landing and flew back to Toronto.

-Driving through a snowstorm between Detroit and Toledo. Absolute white-out conditions - the only thing I could see were the lights of the 18-wheeler in front of me. I couldn't see enough to even pull off the highway. 30 minutes of white-knuckles.

by Anonymousreply 4506/28/2020

One very dark night I was driving on a two-lane mountain road in SoCal and absolutely had to piss. I found a turnout, parked, stepped out of my car and had a lovely pee. Just as I was finishing, I heard the unmistakable rattle of a rattlesnake. I leapt into the car and turned on the headlights. There was a HUGE rattlesnake, all coiled and ready to strike, literally inches from where I'd been standing. Why it didn't bite me I'll never know. I've always been terrified of snakes, and even writing about this creeps me out.

by Anonymousreply 4606/28/2020

It was my first jump and was standing on the strut on a single engine plane. When I jumped away from the strut to begin my fall I realized that I forgot which of two cords on my chest was the release for the main chute, in case the static line failed, and which went to the line to open the reserve chute. If I pulled the cord for the reserve chute first it would get tangled in the main chute. Was very relieved when the main chute opened successfully. Then all I had to do was to locate the drop zone.

Yes, I found the drop zone but drifted over to the airport parking lot instead for my landing. Guess I was anxious to go home.

by Anonymousreply 4706/28/2020

I was also caught in a riptide and found myself being taken farther and father out from the shore. I was lucky because I started doing what I found out later you're supposed to do -- swim along the line to the shore until you are out of the riptide.

Had an angel on my shoulder that day but the fear was very real. FYI in case anyone ever finds themselves in that situation.

by Anonymousreply 4806/28/2020

You deserved it OP, just for being a white devil.

by Anonymousreply 49Last Monday at 5:06 AM

Having a panic attack while high.

by Anonymousreply 50Last Monday at 5:13 AM

1) Worked 8 blocks away from WTC on 9/11, and lived in Battery Park City. Worst 2 months of my life until I moved.

2) 9pm Penn Station Friday night: I walk around and then down a staircase; I must have been looking at my phone, didn't see the heroin addict on the landing. Guy was huge -- I was no match for him. No one around. He politely asked for $ -- poor guy didn't know all he had to do was scowl at me and I would have given him my wallet. I ran down the stairs like a 5-year old girl.

So glad I'm out of NYC now, especially now that there's no bail, no undercover cops. Good luck with that.

by Anonymousreply 51Last Monday at 5:19 AM

Walking past a full length mirror. Nightmarish. Horrifying. And it won’t go away...

by Anonymousreply 52Last Monday at 5:30 AM

I got caught in a tornado last fall. I was at home and jumped in the bathtub with only a large pillow to cover me. I remember hearing the sirens wailing and the rain and wind outside getting louder and louder. Then it all stopped, even the sirens, and there was complete eerie silence. I started to get out of the tub, when suddenly it picked up again from zero to a hundred in what felt like seconds. I could feel the house shaking as if it was sitting right next to a train track (reflecting on it later I was reminded of the scene in Close Encounters when the boy is abducted). I could hear crashing outside at first, then inside...and I knew it had breached either the roof or outside walls. I just sunk further and further beneath the pillow, praying not to die.

by Anonymousreply 53Last Monday at 7:18 AM

R53 What was the condition of your house when it all subsided?

by Anonymousreply 54Last Monday at 7:46 AM

Rather weird because I wasn't scared at all, in college carrying a basket of laundry to the laundry room in the basement. I am white and walked past two black guys I had never seen before, all of a sudden I hear one of the black guys yelling, " I am going to cut you motherfucker" and he has a knife in his hand. The other guy has him grabbed from behind holding him back yelling "Get out of here, I can't hold him back forever" I just continued on to the laundry room and never saw them again. It really didn't dawn on me how serious it might have been until I got back up to my dorm room. I don't know whether they were serious or it was all just a sick joke to get a reaction out of me.

by Anonymousreply 55Last Monday at 7:47 AM

My doctor told me that I should get tested for AIDS (it became HIV only later) after he found my glands swollen in the neck and underarms. This was back in the mid-1980s but I ended up testing negative. At the time, I had every reason to believe that I would be dead by the end of the year.

by Anonymousreply 56Last Monday at 7:54 AM

Ive told this story before so I hope it doesnt bore you all . Way back in the cocaine cowboy days of Miami I had gotten into dealing through my cousins who were heavily into it. I was never anything but low level but I had a ton of fun playing dealer . One afternoon my cousin asked me if I wanted to go with him on a fishing trip with some friends of his ,wich usually meant partying your ass off and very little fishing. There were 8 of us including myself , and we left about 6 pm . We party for hours ,and I do mean party ,and about 2-3 am I pass out despite the mountains of coke we were doing (as well as booze,pot and pills) . I wake up the next morning and stagger out onto the deck and immediately notice theres only 5 of us instead of 8 . I guess my face gave it away and my cousin gave me a look and I shut my trap and immediately started acting like absolutely nothing was wrong with the fact we were hours out and 3 people are missing . I immediately start partying again and talk about an oscar winning performance . For the hours it took to get back to the dock I laughed and joked and partied ,the whole time absolutely terrified my cousin and I would end up in the same place as those 3 unfortunate fellows . As my cousin and I were leaving I started to ask him what the fuck happened out there and he told me "I dont ever want to talk about it " and we never did . That being said,I knew that I was out of the game as I had no real idea what I had been playing with,and my cousin also got out of it too. I will never forget those hours ,sitting there wondering if this was my last day on earth .

by Anonymousreply 57Last Monday at 8:15 AM

In 1981 I was 21, and for fun and to help make ends meet, I became a very very small scale pot dealer, because a neighbor couple I used to hang with didn't have a source. I would get the pot for say 25.00 mark it up to 30.00, and that was it. I took on a second customer, a young couple who were a bit . . . slow, in an Ozark Mountain / Deliverance sort of way. Very nice though, and she would stop by my apartment for the transaction when she needed more, about every other day.

One night she called from the parking lot of Scotty's, the convenience store/gas station that was right next store and asked me if I could meet her there rather than her coming up. She was with her husband in their car. I said sure, pot in pocket. So I go over to Scotty's, not a care in the world, but it's too well lit and too active, so I said let's meet a little further down on Loma, the low-lit side street it connected to. So they're tailing alongside me walking, and at about 50 or 75 yards I stopped, where there were no cars so they could pull over.

I lean in close on the passenger side, and she's right there with the window down. I'm seconds away from making the deal when suddenly out of frikkin' nowhere a cop car pulls up, right up close alongside their car, cop car passenger window down, with two curious cops in it, looking our way. I never felt my heart go from zero to 60 faster. This was back when pot laws in California were much more strict, and here I am, the most docile, non-rebellious and cooperative 21 year old there ever was, thinking I was a dealer. In junior high and high school, I never even got a tardy slip, ok? I said quickly, "I don't know about you guys but I'm getting out of here." I turned around and made a beeline for my car, a beat up VW bug, which, fortunately, was parked right around the bend from where I was.

I was shaking like all get out, but I managed to put the keys into the ignition and I drove to my friend' Diane's apartment in a panic, constantly checking my rearview to see if I was being followed. If you know Long Beach, CA, she lived right at what everyone there called—and still calls—Horny Corner. I spent the night on her couch and went back to my place the next day. That incident spooked me so bad, I never sold pot to anyone again.

by Anonymousreply 58Last Monday at 10:12 AM

These would-be drug dealer stories are interesting. Glad you guys stopped. One night, I was at work at the bar. One of the regular customers (drug dealer) was there. He often gave me freebies. It was the end of my shift and I planned to drive home, which was a decent-length drive. One of my coworkers, who was off-shift and who lived near me, asked whether I'd transport some drugs from drug dealer / regular customer and meet coworker near his house for a drop-off. (Drug dealer had fronted coworker, I guess.) Anyway, stupidly, I agreed. I didn't get pulled over; however, it was very late at night and I had been pulled over before on the same route. My life could have turned out much different if I had been busted for something I wasn't even going to use myself.

by Anonymousreply 59Last Monday at 10:30 AM

I got caught in a microburst a couple months after getting my drivers license for the first time. Trees were down all over the place blocking parts of the road I had just driven down minutes earlier.

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by Anonymousreply 60Last Monday at 10:41 AM

I got caught in a riptide & almost drown. I would have if I wasn't rescued.

by Anonymousreply 61Last Monday at 10:43 AM

Around 10 years old. I got lost on the wrong side of town. I was chased by a group of boys in West Philly (got away - Whew)! I am still terrified of what those boys were planning to do to the lone white boy by the projects...No more Septa exploring after that! Center City/Gallery Mall was as far as I would go until college.

Got lost in the forest during a NY Botanical Gardens trip 8 years ago. It was getting dark and I had visions of starving to death before we were found... Luckily, my partner kept his cool and got us out! No forest for me! Terrible sense of direction if there are no signs or landmarks!

by Anonymousreply 62Last Monday at 10:53 AM

I was home alone with my parents out for the night. I was only 11 years old and I was petrified of our basement and the entrance was an old barndoor. All night I kept hearing noises in the house. Then the phone rang and I picked it up and a voice said "good evening" in a voice that implied Dracula. I hesitated and the voice said, "it's your grandpa, what's the matter"". Thank God I was potty trained.

by Anonymousreply 63Last Monday at 10:58 AM

I got lost in the woods when I was around 10, though still describe it as momentarily confused. I was at my Gran's cabin and was getting impatient about my uncle, his German Shepherd, my older sister and brother, who were due to show up from the city in a few hours. So I went for a walk on a trail I knew quite well, through deep woods, to small river about a half hour away. I wanted bragging rights for being the youngest to do alone, and also to be the first one of the season.

When I got there the banks were so badly flooded that the rapids had all but disappeared and a set of new trails had been cut. I took a wrong turn that led me past a small group of young adult neighbors from back at the lake, fishing and drinking beer. I should have asked the way back. I walked around in circles for about 2 hours and the weather had become overcast. Soon it was windy and cold. I knew I was going in circles because of the way I could hear the neighbors' voices go from louder to weaker, and back. Then I heard a scream. Then out of nowhere, Alix, my uncle's dog showed up and gave me a rather subdued "hello" (she didn't knock me down and soak my face) and started sniffing the air, then another scream, and the dog started baring her teeth and snarling.

I was all "nevermind them, get me home" and she mostly complied but did a lot that sniffing and snarling. We mounted a small rise and I looked behind and saw it. A bear, very close the spot where the neighbors had been. Okay Alix, I get it. Good girl!

We were back on the main trail about a minute later and back at the lake in in about 15 minutes. I heard noises on the trail behind me so I pretty much ran the whole way.

When we got back I was told how Alix was looking for me the minute they let her out of the car and after a bowl of water went off looking for me in the woods. I told them what happened and of course got in shit for it. Later that evening I took a boat ride by the neighbors' places and found out they were the ones making all that racket on the trail behind me. One of them said "try running with a number 2 in your pants"

by Anonymousreply 64Last Monday at 11:55 AM

r23, one of my friends in college — a straight, pretty female — was studying in a secluded part of the library behind bookshelves.

She looked up from her work and discovered a fat, old perv jerking his wiener while spying on her from behind a bookshelf.

I came across her in the lobby right after it happened and waited with her until the cops arrived to take her report.

by Anonymousreply 65Last Monday at 1:11 PM

I thought the Florida coastline had alligator-infested swamps.

Crocs are in Egypt.

by Anonymousreply 66Last Monday at 1:15 PM

I was the passenger in a car with a friend and her two teenage daughters. We were returning from a trip in Canada. Between Toronto and Hamilton, the rain was bad -- seriously, like nothing I had seen during tornadoes in Missouri or thunderstorms in Florida. The thunder hurt your eardrums from the noise and the pressure. Sometimes the lightning was the only way you could see where other cars and trucks were located. We actually pulled over a couple of times on the left shoulder at underspasses just to calm down. That stretch of highway has some wicked traffic jams anyway. Every once in a while I'd say, "Doing OK?"

It appears that we were traveling at the same rate of speed and in the same direction of the storm -- we could not outrun it. Between Hamilton and the US border I remember looking at the right shoulder and noticing it looked different. We were on a skyway and couldn't even tell. My friend and I can barely talk about it because it's still so damn scary.

by Anonymousreply 67Last Monday at 2:37 PM

r67, what's a skyway?

by Anonymousreply 68Last Monday at 3:08 PM

[quote] We were on a skyway ...

The Burlington Bay Skyway, no doubt

by Anonymousreply 69Last Monday at 3:09 PM

But what IS a skyway? I live in California and I don't think we have them here.

by Anonymousreply 70Last Monday at 3:13 PM

Home invasion.

by Anonymousreply 71Last Monday at 3:38 PM

R5 = not a black man.

by Anonymousreply 72Last Monday at 3:39 PM

R11 - R1 wore the wrong earrings with the green caftan.

by Anonymousreply 73Last Monday at 3:41 PM

It's a bridge r70

by Anonymousreply 74Last Monday at 3:42 PM

R16's description is super homosexual "2 hours of sheer torture"

by Anonymousreply 75Last Monday at 3:44 PM

Just watching the video at R16's link gives me anxiety.

by Anonymousreply 76Last Monday at 3:51 PM

Not that exciting, but a near miss with a deer on the highway.

by Anonymousreply 77Last Monday at 3:52 PM

R71 how about some details ?

by Anonymousreply 78Last Monday at 3:55 PM

R16 my ex-partner drive me along that road in north Maui years ago. It was a bit unnerving but not that much more than some mountain roads I’ve been on in Italy. For me it was 30 years ago, two months after I’d move to NYC for grad school. Was cramming for an exam in a bus from East Harlem to Washington Heights when I hear screams. Looked up and saw that one guy about 8 from me had pulled a gun on another in a dispute over 25 cents for a bus transfer resale. I was the only passenger who hadn’t thrown himself on the bus floor because I was so tuned out focusing on biostatistics. I promptly joine the others on the floor before the gunman went out the back door

by Anonymousreply 79Last Monday at 3:57 PM

R78 Two hand members came to my house to recover a 50 grand x ack debt that was not mine. I decided to appeal to the good humoured side by joking who let's anyone run up a 50 k drug debt. They were not amused at all. They grabbed an iron bar used to keep a door closed to use in my knees. I started screaming with abject fear and horror and thank fuck a more worldly friend turned up and talked them down. They gave me two days and told me not to tell the cops I told the cops and left the town. Footnote - got a text afew days later how they had the wrong house. No shit.

by Anonymousreply 80Last Monday at 4:01 PM

Flying back from Cairo with BA middle of the night, and I became of a strange droning engine sound. Most people were asleep but clearly a nervous flyer, directly behind me began to shriek and wail and scream. Having gotten out of that shit hole of a country with its nasty inhabitants, I though she might be going to launch a suicide attack.

The woman kept screaming and thrashing about as the crew tried to restrain her. I did suggest to the purser that he use the fire extinguisher he was carrying to knock the bitch the fuck out.

by Anonymousreply 81Last Monday at 4:02 PM

In my hometown there was a family known as "the eyeball people" because they ate people's eyeballs. Once, when I was skateboarding with my friend Jimmy, I skateboarded past their house. They were all sitting on the front porch and, unexpectedly, I fell off my skateboard. THEY ALL JUMPED OUT OF THEIR CHAIRS AND STARTED RUNNING TOWARDS WHERE I LAY!!! My friend Jimmy started screaming "Run!!! They're gonna eat your eyeballs!!!" I fled the scene like they were on fire.

My hometown was weird. One day every year the children in this one family would dress up in costumes like a witch or a devil and come to your house and demand you give them something or they would play a prank on you.

by Anonymousreply 82Last Monday at 4:02 PM

Fuck. Gang members, not hand R81

by Anonymousreply 83Last Monday at 4:03 PM

I figured gang members and thought it was the hand gang. (Assumed it was an Asian gang)

by Anonymousreply 84Last Monday at 4:09 PM

I told this story before, I think, my family lived in a small town north of Phoenix. Our house was on top of a rather large hill and our closest neighbor was 3/4 mile away and down the slope. So one night, my mom and I, and my three half-siblings, were sitting outside one summer night when a *bright* white light shined down on us. Brilliantly white, whiter than sunshine. No sound, no movement. We ran like hell into the house. I could never sleep well or alone after that. No idea what it was, but it scared the living shit out of me.

by Anonymousreply 85Last Monday at 4:24 PM

R85: Spaceship!

by Anonymousreply 86Last Monday at 4:25 PM

I’ve worked 2nd shift for 30 years. Living 30 miles from work there are not that many alternatives on what roads to travel on, but there a couple 5 mile alternates I could take and end up in the same place. I usually take the same one. One night I decided to take the other one. There is one turn onto another road that you have to take. It being dark and being tired I missed the turnoff. Within seconds I felt very disoriented and didn’t know where I was. It was so dark I couldn’t see any familiar landmarks so I had to pull over to calm down. It took a few more seconds to realize what I had done. It made me think this is was happens to elderly people when they start getting disoriented and start panicking. But for that few seconds I thought I was going crazy and it scared the crap out of me. Not the most exciting story but this happened 10 years ago and I can still feel the panic.

by Anonymousreply 87Last Monday at 4:28 PM

Bunny Bixler and I were in the semi-finals - the very semi-finals, mind you - 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. And we had this really 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 of the game room to get another ping-pong ball and the closet was locked! Imagine? We had to call the whole thing off. Well, it was ghastly. Well, it was just ghastly.

by Anonymousreply 88Last Monday at 4:34 PM

R88 beat our other most homosexual posters by leaps and bounds.

by Anonymousreply 89Last Monday at 4:37 PM

R68 & R70, a skyway is a bridge that is really highly arched, usually quite long too, to accommodate large container ships. Their span usually goes over wide inlets. You see them on the Great Lakes especially. R69 is right, it was the Burlington. They can be nerve wracking to drive over, especially in high winds. But in that rain? Horrifying.

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by Anonymousreply 90Last Monday at 5:02 PM

Tornado, I was working in an office in a small factory. Someone ran in to the office and said a tornado was headed this way to take cover, I looked out a back door and saw a tornado to the southwest of my building throwing cars around and tearing up a building. Now tornadoes normally travel from the southwest towards the northeast. I headed to the restroom the only windowless room along with several others and crouched under a sink. You could hear the tornado getting closer and louder. Then the lights went out, we just knew we were going to get a direct hit. Then the noise started to lessen and you could tell the tornado was moving away. We looked out the door and this tornado traveled directly eastward completely missing my building, no damage at all.

by Anonymousreply 91Last Monday at 6:02 PM

r18 did you see the planes hit the buildings?

by Anonymousreply 92Last Monday at 6:10 PM

I was with a coworker, walking to get some lunch about a year ago. I work in a larger city, so there are always characters hanging around downtown. Some of them harmless, some you definitely don’t want to cross. Anyway, this nutty guy came up to us and starting pushing these brochures on us. They were ads for a garden center or flower shop that was nearby. I ignored the guy and kept walking, but the dude seemed fixated on my coworker. He kept pushing these ads on him but my coworker was just too nice to say, “fuck off.” My coworker looked at me for help, but I was like, “dude, you’re on your own.” Finally he gets away from the guy, catches up to me and asks me why I wasn’t helping him get away from the crazy guy. I said, “Look. Only you can prevent florist flyers.”

by Anonymousreply 93Last Monday at 7:33 PM

Thank you, R74 and R90. Yeah, I've never seen anything quite like that around here. I can see how it would be terrifying to drive on in crappy weather.

by Anonymousreply 94Last Monday at 8:46 PM

Excellent, R83! You got me.

by Anonymousreply 95Last Monday at 8:48 PM

^^ Er, R93, that is. ^^

by Anonymousreply 96Last Monday at 8:49 PM

R93 - that was pretty shitty. Least pretend you can fight.

by Anonymousreply 97Last Tuesday at 1:29 PM

R93 must be my late dad with his awful but very funny jokes.

Hey Dad, just make that horribly stinky fart instead.

by Anonymousreply 98Last Tuesday at 1:34 PM

I fucked a Spaniard with a 2 inch cock.

by Anonymousreply 99Last Tuesday at 2:15 PM

Maybe your cock will grow, R99

by Anonymousreply 100Last Tuesday at 2:19 PM

When I was about 20, I intervened when my brother attempted to hit our mother during an argument they were having. He threw a roller blade at me and then fled to the basement of our parents' house. I followed him down the stairs because I suspected he was going for our father's gun cabinet. No sooner had I gotten past the last stair and turned the corner into the hall, when he tried to full-on murder me with an axe. He had even cut the lights so I wouldn't see what was coming. Somehow, while trying to feel my way around the basement, I managed to see a flash of metal; I reached up and caught the handle of the axe in mid-air as he swung it down over my head. I wrenched it from his hands and beat his ass with the handle.

He is a career criminal, a psychopath who later spent significant time in prison. I cut him out of my life and have not spoken to him for at least ten years.

by Anonymousreply 101Last Tuesday at 3:06 PM

R101, your story sounds familiar (in DL). Sorry that happened to you. I have a sibling who I won't get into a car with. In the past, this sibling started a fight (while driving, while I was the passenger), ran a red light on a busy road, eyes off the road (because looking at me). Claims he can no longer remember the incident. Very convenient memory.

by Anonymousreply 102Last Tuesday at 3:13 PM

A friend and I took his brother's sail bot out into Sydney Harbour.

It sprung a leak and flipped over. We were holding on to the keel, but our weight would flip the boat over and over again.

All the splashing was making a lot of noise -- and we both became ever afraid of sharks, which bred in the harbour. I sailed enough to have seen many of them.

Making maters worse, a thunderstorm was coming and there were no other light craft in the harbour anymore to see us.

We were stuck on that flipping boat for over 40 minutes. The entire time, we were sure we were going to be eaten by sharks at any minute.

When the Coast Guard finally rescued us, I asked why we hadn't been eaten by sharks. We were told, "They probably saw the white sail in the water and took you for a whale."

by Anonymousreply 103Last Tuesday at 3:31 PM

A friend and I took his brother's sail bot out into Sydney Harbour.

It sprung a leak and flipped over. We were holding on to the keel, but our weight would flip the boat over and over again.

All the splashing was making a lot of noise -- and we both became ever afraid of sharks, which bred in the harbour. I sailed enough to have seen many of them.

Making maters worse, a thunderstorm was coming and there were no other light craft in the harbour anymore to see us.

We were stuck on that flipping boat for over 40 minutes. The entire time, we were sure we were going to be eaten by sharks at any minute.

When the Coast Guard finally rescued us, I asked why we hadn't been eaten by sharks. We were told, "They probably saw the white sail in the water and took you for a whale."

by Anonymousreply 104Last Tuesday at 3:31 PM

R103 that must have been terrifying. One of my worst nightmares. And those sharks would probably have been Great Whites, being in Australia, right? Yikes.

by Anonymousreply 105Last Tuesday at 3:36 PM

Sorry for the double post. My mouse has developed a hair trigger.

by Anonymousreply 106Last Tuesday at 3:49 PM

Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into her side, Chief. We was comin’ back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We’d just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn’t see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin’ from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn’t know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn’t even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin’ by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and sometimes that shark he go away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn’t even seem to be livin’… ’til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin’ and your hollerin’ those sharks come in and… they rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many sharks there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin’, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson’s mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he’d been bitten in half below the waist. At noon on the fifth day, a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper here, anyway he spotted us and a few hours later a big ol’ fat PBY come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945.

by Anonymousreply 107Last Tuesday at 5:07 PM

JFCR107 ! That was a terrible read ! How in the world could you ever be "normal" again after experiencing that ???

by Anonymousreply 108Last Tuesday at 6:56 PM

Speaking of skyways, some poor kid was in a Jeep with friends and they were involved in a car wreck bad enough to eject him from the Jeep over the barrier. We call it a causeway. They rescued his dog, who survived the fall, but not him. He was about 22 and good looking, training to be a fireman.

I'm not sure how far down the water is but that causeway is very high. I've always had a fear of bridges.

by Anonymousreply 109Last Tuesday at 7:52 PM

R107, that’s a quote from the movie Jaws, spoken by the character Quint, in case you’re not kidding.

However, an incident like that really did happen during WWII after the quick sinking of a ship, the USS Indianapolis. There was no time to get rafts or do anything, so they went into the water and nobody was looking for them.

The survivors saw a lot of their friends eaten alive by sharks, who were then attracted by the blood in the water even more. The sharks were right under them and they were being bumped by the sharks underneath. Sometimes they would eat them, sometimes not. It took four days for them to be rescued. Only a few more than a hundred were rescued out of more than a thousand. The sharks got most of the rest.

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by Anonymousreply 110Last Wednesday at 10:29 AM

How horrifying

by Anonymousreply 111Last Wednesday at 11:29 AM

I love you all, and I'm so glad you survived such harrowing experience s.

by Anonymousreply 112Last Wednesday at 7:17 PM

I’ve posted this before in similar threads like this one.

During the 84-85 school year I was in university for my first year, living away from home for the first time. I had a roommate. His name was Grant and he was studying journalism.

A couple of months into the school year he came home one night. He’d been in an argument or fight with someone in a bar. The following day the guy from the bar called our residence looking for him. Grant wasn’t here. I continued to get calls for Grant from the guy looking for revenge. Eventually, the guy decided I would be the one he planned to beat the shit out of. For the next several months I received threatening phone calls. I remember one time he threatened to show up where I lived. I even got a call on my birthday in February.

One day one of the guys I shared a bathroom with on my floor saw what a wreck I’d become. He told me, “You know, the calls are coming from down the hall”. I was stunned. A floormate was behind these calls?! Actually, Grant was the one behind them.

I moved out from rooming with Grant and took another room with another guy in a different wing of the floor.

I never understood why he did what he did. Some people are just mean I guess. He put me through hell though.

by Anonymousreply 113Last Wednesday at 7:36 PM

R113 What an unhinged weirdo. I hope you reported him!

by Anonymousreply 114Last Wednesday at 9:02 PM

I was finishing three weeks of business travel and personal site seeing in India. I returned to Mumbai from Delhi around 9 PM. At that time, domestic travel and international travel connections were on opposites sides of the airport and you needed to take a taxi to reach the opposite side. My return flight to the US was around 1 AM, so I had plenty to time to transfer sides. I gathered my luggage from the Delhi flight and stepped outside for a taxi. I went to the taxi line and a person with the car door open asked me where I was going. I informed him the other side of the airport and what was the cost. He said 400. I quizzed him if that was Rupees. I replied 400. I should have known better but he took my luggage, put it in the trunk and I got into the car. As we started to leave, the doors on the opposite side the car opened and two men hopped in the car and we were off. They immediately demanded $400 dollars. To which I told them I did not have as this was the end of my travels. I demanded that they stop and they said no and that they have my luggage in the trunk so I must pay.

We were now driving down the street in Mumbai, late in the evening and the traffic was congested (as usual). I aggressively held my fist up and in not to nice of language informed them of my intent to shove my fist down their throat. They were shocked but then laughed as which time I leaned half way out the window and started screaming. The traffic was so slow that soon the three wheel rickshaws were next to the car and looking at me. The men stopped the car and opened the trunk to grab my luggage (one piece thank god). As they removed it a second car came along side us and they attempted to throw it in that car. I grabbed the luggage from the man, yelled at rickshaw who had stopped to observe. I threw the luggage in the rickshaw and told him to GO GO GO! He was shocked but followed my instructions. I looked back as the men were standing in surprise as I disappeared from their view.

I will never forget the fear I had on arrival to the other side of the airport. I payed the rickshaw driver a generous amount and proceeded to check in.

I travel extensively (not right now), and have a rule of which I follow. Since then, I made a rule to always have a paid service pick me up at the airport provided I am not using public transportation.

So did I learn a lesson. Yes, but I violated my rule when visiting Rio. I followed my rule on arrival and had a car to take me to the hotel. During my time in Rio I had a personal guide and a couple of times had successfully used Uber. So upon leaving the hotel for the airport, I elected to use Uber. The gentleman arrived in new Nissan, and while he did not speak English nor I Portuguese , but we were off the airport. Things were going well until the scenery changed and it looked like were were not in a good area. Suddenly he turned around to start yelling and motioning for me to lay down in the seat. My fears of India raced through my head. After about 5 minutes he motioned for me to sit up. I thought....robbery to begin. But no, we kept going to the airport. When we arrived, I asked an airport valet person to ask what happened. I learned that Uber maps had directed him through some crime ridden areas. He felt that if they saw a white guy in the car, we would have been stopped and robbed. I thanked him profusely, gave him a large tip and checked in.

SOOOOO, I will never break my rule again.

by Anonymousreply 115Last Wednesday at 9:34 PM

Some of these are awful experiences

by Anonymousreply 116Last Thursday at 6:55 AM

I can relate to the panic attacks while high. Those are terrifying. You feel like you can't breathe, that everyone's laughing at you, that no one will help you, and that every childhood fear could come true at any minute. You feel so small, like a 4 year old trapped in a nightmare or seeing a boogeyman in your closet. Still, when the high is good, it's great and worth it. I like to keep a few Xanax on hand when I get high just in case I need to come down quick. Those usually work.

I got a little too high from an edible in public once and that felt like the longest day of my life. I was seeing threats everywhere. It's bad enough when you get too high by yourself in the safety of your house, but in public is a whole different ballgame. You officially become Alice down the rabbit hole. Once I sobered up, I remember grabbing onto my friend and sobbing because I felt like I'd taken some insane quest like in a fantasy movie or something and come out alive.

by Anonymousreply 117Last Thursday at 2:02 PM

R115 - it serves you right for going to shithole countries.

by Anonymousreply 118Last Thursday at 10:31 PM

R113, do you have Grant’s current contact info? I think it’s time for payback.

by Anonymousreply 119Last Thursday at 11:46 PM

Gift wrap paper cut

by Anonymousreply 120Last Thursday at 11:49 PM

R119, I have found his page on Facebook. Ironically, he became a high school teacher. I’m also a teacher, but teach elementary. For years I thought of revenge, but it’s a long time ago and I’ve moved on. He’s not worth my time.

by Anonymousreply 121Last Thursday at 11:53 PM

R 115. I visit them to find you in the baths. How are you doing?

by Anonymousreply 122Last Thursday at 11:55 PM

[quote] Still, when the high is good, it's great and worth it.

R117, from what you described, the possible high doesn't sound worth it.

by Anonymousreply 123Last Friday at 12:37 AM

Oh, and Aaron died.

by Anonymousreply 124Last Friday at 1:06 AM

Had Lyme Disease and got dizzy and fell down on the sidewalk on 5th Avenue. Someone called an ambulance. My hear rate was 26 beats per minute.

by Anonymousreply 125Last Friday at 1:17 AM

^ heart

by Anonymousreply 126Last Friday at 1:18 AM

Being caught in a winter storm whiteout in the mountains of Northern California. Couldn’t see more than a foot, wipers kept getting weighed down with snow and barely moved. Couldn’t afford to stop because someone would have hit me from behind. Caravan of cars just blindly playing follow the leader at 5mph, desperately trying to keep the hazard lights of the car in front within sight. Spent 5 hours like this till the the Police finally diverted us into a tiny town and shut down the highway. We spent the night sitting up in a cramped town hall. Toilets over flowed within 30 minutes, no food, but it became quiet and peaceful once the power failed. Next morning it was sunny and bright and as though nothing had happened.

by Anonymousreply 127Last Friday at 1:33 AM

Being robbed at gunpoint while on my way to work. I work the night shift and was exiting a gas station/convenience store, having just used the ATM inside. A guy walks up to me and places a revolver against my throat and proceeded to empty my pockets. I was equally outraged and fearful.

by Anonymousreply 128Last Friday at 2:08 AM

driving downtown with a friend when we were teenagers, getting home involved driving through a run down industrial area with a few stores and shops. It was dark and pouring down rain. I stopped at the lone red light on the street and waited. All of a sudden this woman came up to my car and i quickly told my friend to make sure the back doors were locked. (no power windows) She pulled on the door handle and demanded a ride, started banging on the back window. I floored it thru the red light. No one was around anyway because it was the middle of the night. I could hear her cussing at me and screaming as i drove away. at the time, being a teenager it was pretty scary.

by Anonymousreply 129Last Friday at 4:43 AM

Getting caught in a sudden ice storm in April in Colorado. I had taken my car to get a radio installed when it hit and it had been a perfectly nice spring day until then. There were two routes to take home and I idiotically took the worse one. The good route was on a flat straight shot home driving west. The one I took was headed west but I had to drive over a bridge then the route went down a very steep hill that curved to the right.

I had a front wheel drive car at the time so it handled bad roads going uphill but sucked going downhill. I got to that bridge and was stopped at a light and knew it was going to be trouble. I was in the right hand lane and put my car in first gear and inched my way down, the needle on the speedometer never even MOVED off of zero. I had the front tires turned all the way to the right and the passenger side of the car kissed the guardrail all the way down, and the dropoff past the guardrail was about 80 feet down to a six lane highway.

The sun had gone down by that time so all I could see facing me were all the cars heading east that weren't even trying to climb the hill over the bridge and I could tell everyone was watching me and the car next to me make our way down. What scared me the most was possibly losing control and smashing head on into the cars at the bottom of the hill. Both our cars got down the hill off of the bridge and the roads still sucked but were manageable the rest of the way home. Of course it didn't occur to me until I got home that I could have gone the other route and been fine.

For years afterward I'd break out in a cold sweat whenever I drove over that bridge no matter what the weather was.

by Anonymousreply 130Last Friday at 5:06 AM

Drug overdose, sleeping with a serial killer, kayaking in a tropical storm, getting stuck in the English Tunnel, stuck in a hospital lockdown as a kid whilst a mad man was going crazy with a knife, knocked over by a crazy woman driving a car the wrong way up a one way street that then crashed into a bus.

nope, can't think of anything.

by Anonymousreply 131Last Friday at 6:53 AM

It was summer 1981 or 1982. we had just moved in to a new house in a new area. One night my mom, my older sister and i got in the station wagon to go to the grocery store to buy ice cream as a treat. I remember being in the car and my mom started freaking out. There was a car behind, following us home. It was a woman in a ski mask. Mom drove all the way home and pulled into the driveway. The car following pulled up in our driveway just sitting there with their headlights on. My dad was home so when we got inside the house we just watched the car sitting in the driveway. It finally backed out and left. My dad called the police and they came out to take a report. I remember it being scary but now i find it terrifying.

by Anonymousreply 132Last Friday at 8:30 AM

If the person was in a ski mask how could you tell it was a woman, especially at night?

by Anonymousreply 133Last Friday at 9:42 AM

Picture it: Sicily 1941. Vinnie the peg leg cam over to the house and everything turned ugly.

by Anonymousreply 134Last Friday at 10:25 AM

R131 Katya

by Anonymousreply 135Last Friday at 10:29 AM

My mom told us it was a woman. R133. I remember seeing their ski-masked face through the street lights. It could've been a man, i guess. but my mom was certain it was a woman.

by Anonymousreply 136Last Friday at 11:12 AM

I was cruising at 70mph in a 70mph interstate zone on my Suzuki Burgman 400. Just merrily riding along, minding my own business without a care in the world. I was sill relatively new to riding, so I had no business riding my machine on the interstate. Then, I saw a tractor trailer in my mirror approaching from behind me FAST! Then another pulled out in the passing lane behind me so all I saw were these two, and with it being a 70 mph zone, they HAD to be going 80-85 right? As they got closer, the one directly behind me also got over in the passing lane to reveal another behind IT. That's right - a fucking CONVOY of at least a dozen tractor trailers started whizzing by me with all the noise and clunking and SIZE and SPEED right on my left and behind me. I.PANICKED.MY.ASS.OFF!!!! "God, please help meeeeeeee!!" It lasted for about three or four minutes, and I was badly shaken. It's true what they say. NEVER seize up/stiffen up while riding at speed because that will likely be the cause of your demise. Hang loose. Relax. Fight the panic.

by Anonymousreply 137Last Friday at 12:58 PM

When my friends and I were teenagers (high school), we went to this place that was like an abandoned pavilion. Supposedly, we were supposed to party and have fun. One of the girls in the group had an older boyfriend who was in and out of jail and lived or squatted at this pavilion. This was the first time I met the boyfriend and he was kind of a jerk.

It was night time and the pavilion actually had working lights and the boyfriend decreed that the lights were to be turned off and then he began fucking our girl friend. When the lights came back on, our girl friend did not really seem happy or like she had enjoyed the experience. Later, she told us that it was always painful to fuck him, that he wanted to fuck her in the ass all the time. Yet, she bitched about why "they" always had to put her boyfriend in jail, blah blah blah.

OK, not the scariest incident, but creepy and depressing.

by Anonymousreply 138Last Friday at 1:17 PM

This doesn't compare to some of the responses in this thread but here's mine so far:

I was 21 at home during winter break from college in 2007. It was the second week of January and I was going back to school the next weekend. My parents live on a cul-de-sac at the end but there's no house at the very end, instead there's a path leading to another street with a church and other homes. I was sitting on the couch in the living room after 2 AM with the light off and I was studying for an upcoming test using a flashlight. For whatever reason I just had the inclination to look out the window (I was sitting to the side of it). At the corner of the driveway and the sidewalk, there was a man with a ski hat and all dark clothes. He had a flashlight in 1 hand. I don't know if he had anything in the other. He was staring at the house. Obviously he couldn't see me. After maybe 10 seconds, he started walking up the driveway! I began freaking out, froze up and I kept the light off. When he got next to my car which was in front of the garage, I decided to turn the light on and finally was able to muster some kind of yell (it might have been "hey!". I saw he looked in the car with his flashlight, obviously trying to find something to steal but there was nothing worth taking. Then he just vanished. By that time my parents had heard me and came out to the living room. We all looked and couldn't see him. So he must have known the area because rather than walking or running back down the driveway, he must have hurried down the side of the house and through some shrubs to go to the other street. I'm sure once I had turned the light on, he saw it reflecting off the lightly snow covered ground. The next morning we looked and saw footprints on the sidewalk but not on the driveway or the side of the house but those areas had gotten slightly iced over.

I'm glad he didn't end up stealing anything or breaking into the house but I was freaked out by it. I couldn't believe that by chance I happened to look up just as he was about to walk down the driveway. It does still bother me that I wasn't able to see him run away which means he knew the area and I wonder if he had been there before. Then it got me thinking, how many other people might have trespassed on my parents' property over the years they've lived there? They still live there and my cheap ass father still refuses to get a security system. It's an upper middle class area but once in a while crimes do happen. The only good thing was that moment gave me more of a voice for future incidents and I don't freeze up anymore.

by Anonymousreply 139Last Friday at 6:26 PM

In 1970, I was six, old enough to go to grade school. Because the school was only six blocks away, my mom decided I was old enough to walk home. On the way home one afternoon, a car containing two teenagers pulled up alongside me. "Get in the car," said the one in the passenger seat, flicking open a switchblade. I ran for my life. They pursued. The neighborhood had alleys used for garbage pickup between the two back-facing rows of houses; I ducked in and out of these, trying to avoid the boys. The passenger had jumped out of the car, and pursued me on foot, but he hadn't seen exactly where I had gone. I was hiding in the overgrowth that lined the alley. I kept having to change positions, as the car coasted slowly down the alleys, looking for me. After playing cat-and-mouse with them for what seemed like half an hour, I finally found the alley that backed my own street. I couldn't get the back gate open, and as they coasted into the alleyway, I struggled to climb the gate. I made it over the top, ripping my clothes in the process, just as they pulled abreast of the back gate. I ran screaming across the back yard, as they gunned the engine and pulled away.

My grandmother on my father's side was visiting. My mom's go-to reaction was disbelief; she whipped me for tearing my clothes, and for having lost my books and school supplies back on the street where the chase had begun. My grandmother believed me, and we went back to retrieve my books, and we found they had been run over and damaged. At my grandmother's urging, the police were sent for, but I was unable to sufficiently describe the car or the boys. They were never caught.

by Anonymousreply 140Last Friday at 11:19 PM

Went out to eat a few years ago and a block away from home it started to rain. Three blocks later and it was a bad storm. One more block after that, while sitting at a stop light, the lights started to sway, the street signs started to bend, and a tornado went right over all our cars. Nothing flipped over, it was a really small tornado, but as it traveled to a construction lot across the street it started to pick up strength and toss 2x4s around.

There was no way to turn off onto another road so we had to keep going northeast, where we saw the tornado hit power lines and blow them up. The road took us right to the restaurant so we pulled into the parking lot, thinking it was safe because it was due east and not northeast, but the second the car was in park we saw the tornado coming right at us again. We barely got inside in time. Our car was moved a little bit in its parking space but fortunately didn't flip. Dozens of trees were down on every street on our way home.

The local meteorologists insisted it wasn't really a tornado but just some straight-line winds, but I SAW that motherfucker. Hundreds of us did.

by Anonymousreply 141Yesterday at 2:05 AM

Quite the experience for such a little guy, R140. Tell me - do you remember whether or not you were overcome with fear/emotion or did you just spring into action, naturally, allowing instinct and calm response to guide you?

by Anonymousreply 142Yesterday at 4:08 AM

I don't know about "calm response," R142. I was pretty panicked. Too scared to remember the kinds of details that would have been useful. I also don't know which was more terrible in terms of impact - being chased, or not being believed by my mom. That pretty much typified my relationship with my parents.

It wasn't the only time I'd been forced to "spring into action."

Just before I entered grade school, my parents were both working, and needed someone to watch me. My grandmother on my mom's side wouldn't do; she ran a bar, and from time to time had given me a small glass of bourbon to knock me out while she entertained gentleman callers. My mom didn't know about that, and it was years before I told her. The straw that broke the camel's back came when she had a car wreck driving under the influence while I was riding with her. After a day or two staying with my cruel uncle and aunt (whom I once described here on DL as a "shriek owl"), it was decided that I would stay with the wife of one of my dad's coworkers; she, and her three kids - two boys and a girl.

Although they lived in the suburbs, they kept a menagerie of small farm animals in their backyard - dogs, kittens, rabbits, chickens, turkeys, and goats. The three hellspawn led me out into their backyard, and it was not long before I saw what they were all about; one of them lifted a flat stone to reveal a small, flattened black baby rabbit, which they'd crushed with the stone. It was horribly reminiscent of a pressed flower. Its exposed eye was missing, with blood having run out the the socket and dried on its face. "We're gonna do the same thing to you," one of them laughed, nastily. I ran back to the house to try to leave with my dad, but he had already gone.

The woman's idea of babysitting was to leave me with her brats, while she went across the street to chat with a neighbor. As soon as she had left the house, the oldest boy said to his two younger siblings, "Grab him!" The girl and the youngest boy seized my arms and held me in place, while the older one opened the top drawer of a bureau dresser, and brought out a long, evil looking knife; a 'Bowie' knife. He put it to my throat, and said, "I'm gonna count down from ten, and then I'm gonna cut your head off." The other two grinned wickedly, and tightened their grip. "What will your mom say?" I asked. "Mama won't care," he replied. "We kill animals all the time, and she doesn't do nuthin'... Ten. Nine. Eight." And so it went. I let him get as far as "three," and then I struggled and broke loose, and bolted out the front door.

"Oh, shit!" the eldest exclaimed, while the other two gave pursuit. As I ran out the front door, the woman across the street saw me and started shouting, "You come back here!" The eldest burst out of the house - evidently he had been hiding the knife - and all four of them chased me down the block. At the corner near a railroad crossing, there was an old-time country store. I ran in, and breathlessly asked the storekeeper, "Can you tell me the way to [city name]?" without realizing I was still in that same city, just in a different neighborhood (what can I say? I was only five). Unfortunately, the storekeeper grabbed me and held me until the woman and her brats had caught up. I tried telling her what her hellspawn had done, but she wasn't having any of it. The three of course maintained their innocence. It was a long afternoon in hell with them, while they subjected me to petty torments, until I was picked up and taken home. I sobbed and cried and fiercely tried to persuade my parents not to send me back there, but they didn't believe me. I threw up and ran a fever, and refused to eat. They called the woman to ask her what had happened; in her denials some detail evidently slipped out which my parents hadn't mentioned to her which told them that at least some of what I had said was the truth. So they did not send me back there. I wound up staying instead with the "shriek owl."

by Anonymousreply 143Yesterday at 9:39 AM

Holy shit, Poisoned Dragon! What the fuck kind of town did you grow up in?

by Anonymousreply 144Yesterday at 10:17 AM

City.

The kicker is that I don't really think it's unique. Anecdotally, I think a lot of people have stories like this of things that happened to them, and worse.

When I was four, my family went on vacation to Arizona. At Grand Canyon National Park, my dad took me by the hand and led me to the edge of a precipice which had no guard rails. He picked me up and played catch with me, tossing me high into the air over his head and catching me. Then, once he'd set me back down, he pushed me a couple of times towards the edge, grabbing me back, saying, "Saved ya!" In the family photo album, there's a pic of us standing at the edge, with me sobbing and holding onto his leg.

His way of teaching me to swim was to take me out to a lake (without my mom), put me on his back, and swam to the far side facing a steep bluff, where the tops of dead trees stuck out of the water. He then left me there, and struck out swimming back to the main beach. I tried to grab one of the blackened tree tops, but it just broke off under the water and sank. So did I. He had to swim back, grab me, and bring me back to shore, choking and spluttering. Although, over the years, I've had several swimming lessons, I've never learned how to swim.

Fear of water, fear of heights. I've never been able to overcome them.

by Anonymousreply 145Yesterday at 10:27 AM

If all of those stories are true, your parents are awful people,R145. I’m sorry all of that happened to you. I hope they’ve atoned or you’re no longer involved with them.

by Anonymousreply 146Yesterday at 11:01 AM

R145 Your family is insane. Good for you for getting through it.

by Anonymousreply 147Yesterday at 11:04 AM

[quote]If all of those stories are true...

At this distance, I no longer feel most of the emotions which were for so long association with those incidents. My recollection of them is almost clinical, matter-of-fact. It was half a century ago.

[quote]I hope they’ve atoned or you’re no longer involved with them.

I don't think any atonement is possible. What would that mean, except more misery? I leave atonement to the Christians.

My mom has been dead these past twenty-two years, and I don't miss her. And I have not spoken to my dad since 1990 (there's a colorful story about that, too) - no idea if he's alive or dead. I've made my peace with all that's happened. I have no regrets.

by Anonymousreply 148Yesterday at 11:22 AM

^^ associated, not association.

by Anonymousreply 149Yesterday at 11:24 AM

PoisonedDragon - you should contact Lifetime right away and sell the movie rights to your story.

by Anonymousreply 150Yesterday at 11:30 AM

PoisonedDragon - the behavior of your parents, the neighborhood kids, etc....is not something that is non-unique as you say. It sounds like you grew up in that town the movie “The Crazies” was set in or something. Glad you got out alive!

by Anonymousreply 151Yesterday at 11:47 AM

Got lost in the Everglades.

by Anonymousreply 152Yesterday at 11:51 AM

[quote] The kicker is that I don't really think it's unique. Anecdotally, I think a lot of people have stories like this of things that happened to them, and worse.

R145, your experiences *are* unique, in a bad way, IMO. My family wasn't the best, but the Grand Canyon & "swimming lessons" stories are just sickening.

Your parents stuck you with assorted bad babysitters. One gives you alcohol, another group tortures you, the owl woman ...

I would not blame you at all if you disowned every member of your family.

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by Anonymousreply 154Yesterday at 12:17 PM

[quote] His way of teaching me to swim was to take me out to a lake (without my mom), put me on his back, and swam to the far side facing a steep bluff, where the tops of dead trees stuck out of the water. He then left me there, and struck out swimming back to the main beach.

My dad did that when I was a kid, but it was at a beach and he just picked me up, walked as far out as possible, threw me into the water where it was deep enough that I couldn't touch the ground and then left me there.

by Anonymousreply 155Yesterday at 1:20 PM

[quote] I got a little too high from an edible in public once and that felt like the longest day of my life. I was seeing threats everywhere.

Lightweight.

by Anonymousreply 156Yesterday at 2:18 PM

I'm a marijuana lightweight as well. I have had some really bad trips on marijuana. The risk is not worth it to me. I'm also an alcohol lightweight, probably. However, cocaine is another story. I can go blow for blow with almost anyone and still act normal (in my opinion).

by Anonymousreply 157Yesterday at 2:26 PM

[quote]the owl woman ...

Oh, my aunt. :D

My mom's younger brother married her; both of them by themselves were neurotic, but together they became greater than the sum of their parts. Both of them were childless for many years (they finally had their first and only child when I was seventeen or so), but they had definite ideas about the way children ought to be raised, and they didn't mind sharing with my parents. In their view, my mom permitted me to be far too outspoken; when I first encountered the adage, "children should be seen and not heard," it was from their lips. They thought my parents far too permissive, and that they let me get away with murder. Of course, I'd heard stories about my uncle's own childhood from both he and my mom, and those would have made a 'Lifetime' movie as well. It was his opinion that I needed the same kind of treatment, and more so - after all, he'd been subjected to all sorts of beatings and other torments, and what a fine person he'd turned out to be. (He'd enlisted in the Marines to escape the rule of his stepfather, and whatever remained of his sanity had long since broken.) In his view, there was no child who could not be improved by frequent and thorough ass-beatings. But neither of them whipped me while they had me. Their tortures were of a different sort.

When I landed in their hands to be babysat, my aunt's thing was micromanaging my clothing. She insisted that the ends of my socks be turned under my toes, and stuffed that way into the shoes, which she saw to it were very tightly tied. I broke out in a cold sweat; it was unendurable. When going to the restroom, I sought relief by removing my shoes, unfolding the socks, and putting the shoes back on, but the bitch had anticipated that I would try something like that. In the hallway, she made me remove my shoes. She again folded the socks under my toes, stuffed my feet back into the shoes, re-laced so that they were tighter than ever, and tied them again into a knot, so that I couldn't untie them.

She was the ultimate frau in the DL sense of the word. T'was she who made the cherry pecan 'pizza' that I've mentioned here on the DL on another thread some months back. Sights and smells are powerful memory triggers: I recall unhappily riding with her in her car, doing her petty daily errands, on a day pouring down cold rain. The car was full of peculiar smells, of perfumes, air fresheners, and the scent of new car leather. There were plastic seat covers; it was impossible to get comfortable sitting in the car. There were pouches hanging from the window handles, reeking of vinyl, intended to receive used Kleenex from the perfumed box that sat between the seats. I heard sweet Baby James on the radio, singing 'Fire and Rain,' which was new then; they played the shit out of it. "Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground."

Off-topic, I know. I'm sorry. I'll stop now.

by Anonymousreply 158Yesterday at 2:27 PM

r3 Baumeister?

by Anonymousreply 159Yesterday at 2:31 PM

R158 I usually read your posts but this one is too long and yes, you are off topic. But I still love you, Dragon.

by Anonymousreply 160Yesterday at 2:42 PM

R155, my dad tried that shit too, and my mom also threw a fit, which I suppose is what prompted the 'alone with my dad' trip to the lake.

Can you swim now?

by Anonymousreply 161Yesterday at 2:55 PM

In high school some friends and I used to go to a gay bar. This was back in the early 80's and we clearly looked underage but they would let you in and serve you drinks as long as you kept your shit together and didn't get obnoxiously drunk. Anyway one night we were there and my friend grabbed my hand and said don't look but there is a really scary guy staring at you and he looks evil. Of course I had to look and I saw this beautiful boy with long blonde hair and his eyes were red. You hear people say it but it was the only time in my life that the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I was terrified. We escaped through a side door and I never went back or spoke of it again until a few years ago when my friend said, "Do you remember that vampire guy who wanted you dead?"

by Anonymousreply 162Yesterday at 3:33 PM

Contact lenses, R162.

by Anonymousreply 163Yesterday at 3:41 PM

Poisoned Dragon, I'm so glad you're here to tell the tales of your youth. You have endured some real agony and I'm proud of you for making it out alive. They are not normal childhood experiences, and I'm sorry there were so many cruel people in your orbit.

by Anonymousreply 164Yesterday at 4:28 PM

^^ So kind. Thank you.

by Anonymousreply 165Yesterday at 4:44 PM

Being banned from DL for no reason I can think of.

by Anonymousreply 166Yesterday at 5:40 PM
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