Let's hear the most terrifying thing that ever happened to you. Here's mine, it's a bit gruesome, so it's definitely not for the faint of heart.
So, this happened around a year ago, and I can still remember it vividly. I was at home, sick, while the rest of my family was grocery shopping. I started to feel a bit better, and got up to go play with my cat, because she seemed a bit worried about me. So I found her little toy on the string, and started playing. Y'know, that game where the cat tries to snag the toy, but pull it up just in time? Well I was playing that game, and then swung my arm up too fast and high. Above my head was a ceiling fan, the type with the glass light on the bottom. The glass they used for that light is at least an inch and a half thick. Anyways, my hand hit the glass, and I heard shattering glass. My cat ran away, but I bent down on one knee and covered the back of my head with my hands. As pieces of glass fell all around me, I suddenly felt an incredibly sharp pain in my hand. I got up, and looked at my hand, to see a piece of glass had impaled it right through. I limped (another piece of glass had gone loosely into my leg, but fell out.) to the sink, pulled the piece of glass out of my hand, turned on the cold water, put my hand under it, and proceeded to go unconscious. My family came home to see broken glass and a trail all over the room, the tap running on high, and me, showing no signs of life, with a cut leg and a hole in my hand. I obviously scared them badly, but I came to pretty quickly. The scary part of this incident, was the fact I put my hands over the part of the head, at the back, where theres a little soft spot, between the neck and skull. If I hadn't had the presence of mind to do that, my family would've come home to an even worse story.
That's the scariest thing that ever happened to me.
And also a few minutes later when we got back home. My Mom was watching the news and after a few minutes we saw the driver and I spotted our car. The reporter was like "A driver that was DUI was caught here on tape." or something like that.
Ah, a friend of mines had a drunk driver go into her frontyard. Fortunately, because steps made the house seem higher up, he didnt go into the living room, but he did mess up the car and fence. They caught him.
I was at Kings Dominion.I was riding the anaconda when I got off the ride my parents were not there..so I was crying like crying like crazy until this one dude came up to me and said,"where's your guardian?"I said nothing and immediatley i stopped crying when I saw he looked like a kidnapper..I yelled,"Get away from me!!!" and then I was running as fast as hell!!When I turned back I saw he was following me....I ran into a guy that works there and I yelled,"there is a rapist following me!" and he said come with me. I said okay and then he took me to a place where there is a microphone.He asked for my parent's names and I told him.Then the rapist dude was behind the guy that worked there and the rapist stabbed the guy in the back I was stupified for a moment when the rapist yelled,"come with me!" Then my parents saw the rapist dude and my dad beat the living crap out of him.he called the police I went home with my parents and I was so shocked on the way back i did not move a muscle..
So, hold up. He looked like a kidnapper? Anyone could be a kidnapper, theres no set way to determine one. And then you ran up to a stranger, and went with them? To get away from a stranger? And your entire just randomly disappeared and didn't hear you yell? Like, they totally forgot they were missing a family member? And then the rapist just appeared behind the guy, with a knife, and stabbed him? And then, even though the man never called for your family, and your parents had no idea where you were, your dad also appeared outta nowhere to beat the crud outta the rapist? (Who, let's not forget, was wielding a knife, and evidently had the strength to stab it through someones back, which is covered with so many bones, it's practically armored.) I mean, if this really happened to you, I'm very sorry for you, but this is a bit unbelievable.
Umm... yeah that's pretty unbelievable. My scariest moment was when I was home alone playing basketball in my driveway and a man and a woman pulled up in a car and asked if my parents were home. I was pretty scared, I told them that they were so they wouldn't try to abduct me, but it turned out they were just there to put carpet on my basement. So... then my parents weren't home and I had to try and explain why I had lied. Luckily my mom came home a minute later and fixed it all.
infernacron, i really hate it when people mock others in a serious thread. i mean, this isn't like life or death, but it really ticks me when people dont take stuff seriously when they should. Heres part of a memoir i had to right in 8th grade from when i had to write about when i lost my innocence:
Thirty Seconds of Fame When people hear of having âthirty seconds of fame,â itâs usually something good. Well, in my case, my thirty seconds of fame were almost my last. It all happened two years ago in sixth grade at Central Avenue School. I was twelve, and had no idea what was headed my way. Recess had just ended, and everybody was reluctant to go back inside. As we all gathered to the area where we lined up, I walked to the beginning of my line to wait for my classmates so we could all go inside. As the kids gathered, I heard some of my friends joking around at the back of the line. I turned around to see what was going on and to join them. But when I turned, all I got were confused looks. Everybody was staring at me. Somebody pointed and started to say, â(My name), watch-â I never heard the rest of that sentence. Suddenly an arm wrapped itself around my neck from my left across to my right. It happened so fast I had no idea what was happening. After the first few seconds, I realized that this was the real thing. I clawed at the arm, but I could get no grip. It tightened, and held no hope of it letting go until I let go first, of everything. Thoughts raced through my mind. âAm I really going to die?â âIs this really how itâs all going to end?â âHow come this is happening to me?â But the one question that I wanted to know the most was, âWhy?â The thoughts continued to race as I just stood there, hopeless. My lungs started to burn as the oxygen that once inhabited them turned to stale, useless, carbon dioxide. All I wanted was one breath, one breath that might allow me to free myself from this definite death trap. Then, it got real scary. Small black spots appeared on the sides of my line of vision, and then they started to multiply, ever so slowly toward the center. Students stared in horror and cluelessness, dumbfounded and too stunned to figure out what they could do to possibly help me. I searched the crowd with my decreasing vision, hoping to find refuge in somebody, anybody. Then, finally, my savior appeared. A teacher that had been patrolling the playground was walking toward me. âHey, get off of him!â he shouted in a voice that chilled even my spine. He came closer. âI said get off of him!â he growled, even angrier, as he struggled to strip the attacker away from my throat. âLet go of me!â the attacker yelled back. Then, the moment I had been waiting for finally came. The arm was brutally shaken from my neck and I almost collapsed. I gulped in air, just like it had been my first breath I had ever taken. My eyes stung with tears and burned with white light as the black spots retreated to their hiding places. My shaking knees finally gave way and I shuddered to the ground. I did nothing but suck in air for the next five minutes. At that moment, air became a drug, and I was the junkie addicted to it, never being able to get enough, always wanting more and more and more.
sorry for the length. also, this really did happen and another student in the class even wrote this as her own memoir of when she lost her innocence, being one in the crowd and all
