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Well just living in South Africa,is pretty scary we have such bad crime it ain't funny!Oh and of course birds some birds freak me out,mostly because my cousin when I was four thought it funny to throw his parrot at me the damn thing got scared and started to peck me,it haunts me to this day.I also have a weird fear of peanut or nut based things like peanut butter and such,ever since I had a bad alergic reaction to the stuff.I also fear my sister sometimes,you might be laughing but you dont live with her.

Edit-I also hated a drug/painkiller/night night maker,or whatever they gave me at the hospital when my knee popped out last Tuesday,it made everything spin and made people talk funny,I also forgot what happened to me and was freaked out when I woke up in a hospital ward.

Hmmm Ok

One night when I was about 17 I was having this night mare I don’t remember what it was about however I do remember waking up I remember because I could not breath, there was the pressure on my whole body and I could not breath in. I tried to move but i could not, all i could move was my eyes I was looking around trying to figure out just WTF was going on. The seconds were ticking away and I was so desperate for a breath I started to panic I remember trying to scream and passing out. I came to and was shaking terribly my heart was pounding and I was so distraught I called a mate just so I could hear someone’s voice (some thing I never ever do).

Now I have been in multiple motor vehicle accidents yet this is the only time in my life were I was terrified for my life and actually thought I was going to die

Please take note of the following: I am not a firm believer in the super natural, I try to find a logical explanation for anything weird and 99.9% of the time I find one.
However I had a couple of…. Encounters that I simply cannot explain.

Mattlov wrote:Last time I was scared like that was involved me being behind the wheel of a heinously tricked out Eclipse.

I was involved in a race (non-legal) along the interstate and ended up going sideways through the median at 135 MPH because of a douchebag. I got control of the car less than 50 feet before an drop off into a creek which would have easily killed me.

I don't get scared behind the wheel anymore because nothing could be worse than that.

Except actually hitting something... I tell there is no worse a feeling than that fraction of a moment where you see as clear as day the car your about to collide with (through no fault of your own) and knowing that no matter how hard you break or how well you can control your vehical absolutly nothing is going to stop it from happening.....

it only last about half a second but in that time your brain manages to got through a whole bunch of things
1- I am goin to hit that
2- thats going to hurt so much its gonna be like 12 out of 10
3- i dont want to do this
4- Oh man i cant stop this from happening
5- I wonder if i will make it out

Funny thing is even though you know how much its going to hurt and that this could be it your not scared you just dont want to actually do it.....

hm. guess i should add a story

a few years back, when i was living in a dorm at the college i attend, someone started a fire. nothing was lost beyond a dumpster in the end, but because i was one of the people that liked to relax outside, i got the good cop/bad cop back and forth dialogue as they tried to pin a count of arson on me. that act is a lot more bothering in real life then in the movies. luckily, they called up some friends of mine who were able to place me somewhere else for a few hours before and after the fire.

and that, boys and girls, is why i'm a lot less fond of stoners these days

greenskin lynn wrote:hm. guess i should add a story

a few years back, when i was living in a dorm at the college i attend, someone started a fire. nothing was lost beyond a dumpster in the end, but because i was one of the people that liked to relax outside, i got the good cop/bad cop back and forth dialogue as they tried to pin a count of arson on me. that act is a lot more bothering in real life then in the movies. luckily, they called up some friends of mine who were able to place me somewhere else for a few hours before and after the fire.

and that, boys and girls, is why i'm a lot less fond of stoners these days

Stoners...? jay and Silent Bob stoner, or stoner 40 yr old virgin stoner?

Not me but my wife. We were playing Left 4 Dead (a lot of these stories feature that game) and a toolbox fell in the hall closet and opened the door with a crash. I've never seen my wife jump so hard in my life. Of course immediately after we couldn't stop laughing.

As a kid, I couldn't deal with haunted houses. I don't know why, I just couldn't. I can now, so it's obviously something I got over.

Also, Clowns. I know, everyone says they're afeared of clowns, and it's not like I can't stand seeing them. But something about the idea of clowns and being physically near them unnerves me to no end. I blame Tim Curry, but I think it goes back before IT, too.

Platuan4th wrote:As a kid, I couldn't deal with haunted houses. I don't know why, I just couldn't. I can now, so it's obviously something I got over.

Also, Clowns. I know, everyone says they're afeared of clowns, and it's not like I can't stand seeing them. But something about the idea of clowns and being physically near them unnerves me to no end. I blame Tim Curry, but I think it goes back before IT, too.

Yep IT did the same to my oldest boy...... that and the episode of the simpsons where homer builds bart a clown bed

I got one... An IED going off right behind my vehicle made me shut up and caused my butthole to pucker up to about the size of an acorn.

Fattimus_maximus wrote:I got one... An IED going off right behind my vehicle made me shut up and caused my butthole to pucker up to about the size of an acorn.

I think that would turn my butthole from and inny to an outy

the 19-20ish stoner that goes to college for one semester before disappearing in a cloud of smoke and mystery

to add a second story.

My grandparents have a rather long and steep driveway that goes around the hill they build their house on.
on one side you have the bank, on the other is a drop off filled with trees for about 60 feet, followed by a flat area and a creek.

one winter, on the steepest part of that driveway, the vehicle i was in started going backwards, and went backwards probably a couple of car lenghts before we got it to stop.

i really didn't mind walking the rest of the driveway, to say the least

Golden Eyed Scout wrote:

greenskin lynn wrote:hm. guess i should add a story

a few years back, when i was living in a dorm at the college i attend, someone started a fire. nothing was lost beyond a dumpster in the end, but because i was one of the people that liked to relax outside, i got the good cop/bad cop back and forth dialogue as they tried to pin a count of arson on me. that act is a lot more bothering in real life then in the movies. luckily, they called up some friends of mine who were able to place me somewhere else for a few hours before and after the fire.

and that, boys and girls, is why i'm a lot less fond of stoners these days

Stoners...? jay and Silent Bob stoner, or stoner 40 yr old virgin stoner?

greenskin lynn wrote:the 19-20ish stoner that goes to college for one semester before disappearing in a cloud of smoke and mystery

Yep, that's just about the only kind of stoner there is, sitting in their parents' basement playing solitaire and watching re-runs of the Andy Griffith show, making up BS whenever they are asked if they actually bothered to go looking for a job. Unlike in the movies, real stoners don't have cool adventures.

I was on vacation at a beach house in Nag's Head, and I'd just read HP Lovecraft for the first time I was walking alone on the beach on a moonless, and my friends came up behind me and startled me. I swear I nearly killed them with the bit of driftwood I had picked up.

warpcrafter wrote:
Yep, that's just about the only kind of stoner there is, sitting in their parents' basement playing solitaire and watching re-runs of the Andy Griffith show, making up BS whenever they are asked if they actually bothered to go looking for a job. Unlike in the movies, real stoners don't have cool adventures.

Yep its a very easy way to waste a few years of your life....

Smelling my dogs death breath. Last time I get down on their level.

Once when i was about 10-11 i was in my room with my door a little open (cause i didn't like the dark and i heard what sounded loud breathing out sounds which seemed to echo down the corridor, i was sooooo scared i finally fell asleep due to complete exhaustion.

1 other time was when i was in scout camp and some duschebag of a leader told us a ghost story of a guy driving a car. When the story came to the inevitable words "and you can still hear it today..." another leader dill weed burst into the tent behind us and honked a car horn. -_- scared and deafened

sort of off topic but not totally....

About 10 years ago i was at a mates place we had just stepped out his front door and i turned to look at the northern sky, you could see all the way to the horizon.

I saw an orange light move in what looked like a SW direction from the right side of the north horizon, not strange at all except there was a second orange light which looked a little smaller and this second light was "dancing" around the first it was making 90 degree turns, curves and so on and all very quickly.

said someting along thelines of "Can you see this" to m mate who said yes and we watched it dissappear in to the western skys.

I dont know what it was I make no claim to it being anything, but i cant find a logical explanation as to how the second light could move the way it did

So huh remember how i said earlier that the IED going off behind me was scary, Last night one HIT MY MRAP!!!! It was small and we are all ok, but really shaken up!!!

Yikes!

I'll have to put down as my top OMG moment as realizing, as I am waiting at an intersection, the 5 or 6 pops I'm hearing is gunfire, and at the same time realizing that the SUV next to me is bashing up the side of my car trying to get away (I guess he was the guest of honor that night). After getting away and figuring that there wasn't any more shooting going on, my fiance phones the police about the hit and run/shooting, and I get out to survey the damage and find a quarter-sized bullet hole in my trunk. Turns out that one of the shots went through and hit a steel plate in the back seat, and was in line with exactly where I was sitting.

It was not a good feeling figuring out exactly where that bullet could have ended up.

Second would probably be realizing that, yes, indeed, I have just lit my arm on fire in front of ~80-100 people while doing a chemistry demo in college. I think most of them thought that it was a part of the show.

Event Horizon, 11:00pm showing. Still get creeped out thinking about it.

Woke up in the middle of the night one time. Front door to my house was wide open. All lights are off. I grab my shotgun, load shells, and did a search of the house. Found nothing.

I find out the next day that the door frame was messed up and a strong enough wind could blow it open. Fixed it immediately.

When I was 6 I hit my head against a hard wooden edge of a chair. I came to about a minute after and had no problem . My mom told me to hold a towel against my head and it felt wet. I pulled it down to look at it, the thing was covered in blood. I put 2 and 2 together and screamed. Then I went to the emergency room and told the doctor I didn't want to get stitches because I had seen a Rugrats episode where they used sewing machines and I thought they were going to do the same.

It all worked out though because I got a star wars action figure from Toys R Us afterwards.

mussie76 wrote:One night when I was about 17 I was having this night mare I don’t remember what it was about however I do remember waking up I remember because I could not breath, there was the pressure on my whole body and I could not breath in. I tried to move but i could not, all i could move was my eyes I was looking around trying to figure out just WTF was going on. The seconds were ticking away and I was so desperate for a breath I started to panic I remember trying to scream and passing out. I came to and was shaking terribly my heart was pounding and I was so distraught I called a mate just so I could hear someone’s voice (some thing I never ever do).

That wasn't a supernatural encounter. Lots of people (including me) have had exactly the same experience. It's called sleep paralysis. It's weird...when it happens, you swear there's a presence there. But there's not. It's a minor sleep disorder and harmless AFAIK.

barlio wrote:Event Horizon, 11:00pm showing. Still get creeped out thinking about it.

Event Horizon? Bah. Good movie until "THE SHIP BROUGHT ME BACK!" Then it became typical Hollywood dreck and out went any fear potential.

Platuan4th wrote:As a kid, I couldn't deal with haunted houses. I don't know why, I just couldn't. I can now, so it's obviously something I got over.

I'm not allowed to go to haunted houses anymore. When I get in a scary situation, I get ready for combat.

When he poor 14 year old kid jumped out right next to me, the first instinct was to ELIMINATE THE THREAT.

I broke the kid's jaw and cracked one of his ribs in the next half second or so. Turns out he was dressed like a skeleton because he practically WAS one, and had no padding to keep me from hurting him that badly when I hit him.

I bought him dinner after he healed. He was an ass anyway.

Fattimus_maximus wrote:So huh remember how i said earlier that the IED going off behind me was scary, Last night one HIT MY MRAP!!!! It was small and we are all ok, but really shaken up!!!

We can't really top that, mate.

sA

smiling Assassin wrote:

Fattimus_maximus wrote:So huh remember how i said earlier that the IED going off behind me was scary, Last night one HIT MY MRAP!!!! It was small and we are all ok, but really shaken up!!!

We can't really top that, mate.

sA

Yeah. I think Fattimus Wins the Thread.

Mattlov wrote:

smiling Assassin wrote:

Fattimus_maximus wrote:So huh remember how i said earlier that the IED going off behind me was scary, Last night one HIT MY MRAP!!!! It was small and we are all ok, but really shaken up!!!

We can't really top that, mate.

sA

Yeah. I think Fattimus Wins the Thread.

Verbiage. (Think word.)

One time when i was a asleep i heard banging downstairs. Of course thinking it was someone robbing the house i went downstairs with my cricket bat. All of a sudden, in pitch balck, something jumped on me and I screamed and belted it outside. I found out the bang was the cats knocking the bin over and the thing that fell on me was a coat i knocked off the coat hanger. Damn cats...

Nothing can beat the IED.

When I was about 3, me and some friends were crawling on some rocks on a headland in Tathra, about 5 metres above the wave line. I turn around and see a wave towerig three or four metres over us, so turn around, scream "OH BLEEP, BLEEPING RUN" and we did. We got drenched, and almost scalped off the rock. If I hadn't turned around, we would all be dead.

And people don't believe me when I say rock fishing is one of the most dangerous sports in the world...

When you were 3 you had quite a vocabulary.