Scariest moments lived by you (Page 2 of 2)

Heavy stuff! Where are you from? (then again, where didn't the yanks bomb)

haha, don't mess with the cat king.

last night my friends and i found my 1st floor neighbour in a messed up state in my stairwell. he was bleeding from the mouth and his left trouser leg was black with blood. he'd been stabbed in the thigh. he couldn't tell who it was but i think he said it was a friend. we called the cops and ambulance. it's scary when something like that happens so close your own home.

lol you woulda had a drink anyway

I was just woken up by something smashing my bedroom window. It scared the hell out of me. My neighbour left their kid's trampoline leaning near the window and it smashed through the glass. Jesus.

i was visiting with my wife's sister and her boyfriend at the time, who was an ex motocross rider and dragster racer. i was riding one of his dirt motorbikes in this area with a few hills, just practicing on it and trying small jumps, when all of a sudden something comes flying at me, hits the back wheel of my bike and sends us both crashing down. turns out it was this guy on his motorcycle going up the hill i was riding on top to do a big jump. it was a blind hill, and he was as surprised to see me there on top as i was to see him come flying at me.
his bike was total loss, mine had a bent wheel and we both had some scratches and bruises. but if he hit me a few inches more to the front, i could have been dead, even wearing a helmet.. i'll never forget that moment when i saw this thing come flying out of the sky at me..

I think the scariest moments I had we're in my imagination...you know: the fear of fear itself. The things you can be scared of are endless so it seems. I find also find it fascinating to overcome those fears.

getting busted by the police, especially when you're 15

Most of mine took place in or around the United States....hmm

smoking a joint during lunch in high school and suddenly see cop cars racing towards you. jump into the woods only to realize you're surrounded so you throw your baggy away in a panic, continue to run for some reason until the cop cruiser pulls up and this cop with a grin of "you're fucking busted" gets out. They call backup to search for evidence. After school i walk back and the pot is just laying there....

or

traveling back into the US after 9/11 after being retroactively classified as an illegal alien (unrelated to above story) and getting a special sticker on my luggage stating i need to go for extra searches and questioning....

i no longer reside in the US

I might have told this story already on CBS but what the heck:

Back in 1994 I was up late watching the Soccer World Cup from USA on TV (Sweden did pretty well back then).
I was alone in my parents house, sitting in the "recreation room" typically found downstairs in a split-level house.
The TV room was in fact under ground level on the back of the house but to get some sunlight inside, there was a big pit/hole dug in the lawn to be able to use windows in the TV room.

The TV and sofa was placed directly under the window.

I sat there watching the game and thought I heard some sound. Whatever...
Then I heard it again and turned the volume off to listen. There was that strange sound again, now lowder.
Since I was home alone I got a bit scared. Was someone trying to break into the house?
Nah, I don't think so. Must be something outside. Strange though, in the middle of the night...
Then I heard the sound again, now very clear and close. Yes, it's in my house. Shit!

Then I heard the sound again, and realized it came from the window above the sofa/TV.
Holy smoke, was someone outside the window?
I stood up (did already perhaps) and looked outside.
It was in the middle of the night but in the end of June and the nights in Sweden at that time are not very dark.
I could clearly see the sky as a lighter background than the rest (walls of the pit/lawn/trees/other stuff).

If someone was in the pit I should easily be able to see the dark silhouette of that person.
But I saw noone...Perhaps I was mistaken of the sounds origin after all?
Then I heard the sound again. A very loud sharp sound as if someone was scratching the window glass with a knife (does that scratch? well this did).

Now I had goosebumps all over me and I was not only scared of the sound and someone (invisible) trying to break into my house but also of the fact that I might have gone completely mad.

There was no logic explanation, only:
1. Some invisible guy is trying to open the window from outside.
2. Some real person is trying to break in and I cannot see him since I hallucinate.
3. Noone is there but I imagine strange sounds
4. I was dreaming. No this was real for sure...

Option 1 didn't make sense, so I had clearly lost my mind.
I had not been using any drugs at all, not even alcohol, it's best to point out.

To make sure there was noone there, and to perhaps scare them off, I went for a flashlight.
I then lit out the window into where the sound came from.

I was horrified by the fact that I still couldn't see what was making that very sharp noise, that was now clearer then before and came from a very specific place.

There was noone there.

I had already accepted the fact that I had gone mad when I saw something moving outside the window.
Now I was able to pinpoint it and it took a couple of seconds before I noticed that it was: a hedgehog.

It had fallen into the pit and couldn't get up again.
I guess it went to the direction of the light from my TV and when it reached the window and rubbed the spikes against it, it caused that horrible scratching sound.

Since I expected something bigger making that loud noise, I didn't see the hedgehog.
And when I tried to light it up with my torch the light was somehow absorbed by the spikes and I couldn't focus the small animal.

I was glad I had got my mind back and went to put on some heavy gloves and helped my new friend up from the pit.
There was nothing to be afraid of, it turned out, but before I knew what was really going on I was scared to death.

You brave man....somehow I don't believe you.