Scary situations
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- orrinward2
I was back in suburbia for Christmas to see my family and as I was walking from the local rural pub to the train station on my final night there 5 kids (I'd guess between 13 and 20) walked across the road.
One of them deliberately bumped into me, but I didn't want to cause anything so I just apologised - a simple and very English, "Oops, sorry!". One of the group then faced me aggressively and shouted "Sorry for being a fucking gay, I'll fuck you up!". I detest homophobia, but didn't want to cause a scene. I then calmly said "Oh I'm not gay, and I wouldn't be sorry if I was. I'm sorry because I bumped into your mate".
The little shit pulled a knife on me straight away and held it up to my chest but not pressed against me. He held it there for a little while and started shaking a bit, without saying anything. After a little while he just pulled it away, yelled "Fuck off gay or I'll stab you" and then they all ran off ahead. One of them lagged behind a bit and looked back at me as if to say "I'm sorry, my mates are fucking idiots".
What I found weird about the whole thing is that although I was the one being threatened, he was the one not in control of his shit. I've been stabbed in the leg before when I was a teen (mugging for a phone), had a gun held to me (making out with the wrong girl at Fabric) and while I was living in Bethnal Green I was held at knifepoint twice in a year. I don't think the kid had even thought "Yeah I'll pull a knife on a fucking randomer tonight" and I just remember his face after he pulled the knife out. He looked me in the eye in a very confused way that was almost asking me "What do I do know? I've fucked up here haven't I".
In the moment with the 5 of them I was cool as a cucumber, but 5 minutes later when I got to the station and needed to buy a ticket I was so shocked I couldn't even use the ticket machine.
It's very weird for me that I've now been in enough weird knife situations that I feel that I'm the person leading the situation when it happens to me. I feel like next time I'll probably say to my assailant "perhaps we should just do this round the corner as it's not well lit, and people can see you right now, you might get in trouble".
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What's the scariest experience you've been in?
- moldero0
I would have fed him that knife, along with mine.
I fuckin hate bullies.
- goldieboy0
I was walking down a country lane with 4 friends. I pulled a knife out on some gay. I thought I recognised him and lost my shit...
- goldieboy0
Joking a side. That's a shit tale to tell. Little fucks.
Anyways, riding my bike down the road and seeing a car pulling out and not having time to react, and the dumb decker didn't see me. That moment when you think 'oh shit, this is going to hurt' and bam... Sliding down the road with the bike on top of me with a big red bus heading towards me.
Straight after the accident I was fine. 10 minutes later the reality kicked in and I was a shaking wreck
- dbloc0
Nothing like that has really ever happened to me, thankfully, but I did see a kid get shot point blank in the head at a carnival when I was about 12 years old. I'll never forget that. Just a loud bang, I saw the kid drop and start twitching, an the shooter took off running full speed.
- Frosty_spl0
When I was in college I worked at a laundromat for 6 months or so. A big middle aged biker looking guy came in to drop off his laundry for me to do. He was 100 lbs heaver than me and mean as shit. Hells angles looking guy who probably doesn't even ride a bike. Yelled at me the whole time before leaving. Came back early to pick it up. Berated me because I didn't fold his socks properly. Finally left. Came back 10 minutes later because he thought I stole one of his headbands. It was in the garbage bag he brought his clothes in. I thought he was going to smash my face in. More yelling then he left.
Sounds really lame when I tell it. But It was just me and him, he could have killed me and no one would have seen anything. I went home and was shaken for the rest of the night.
- ZOOP0
Scariest would be during childhood, my dad had serious rage issues. Mental and physical abuse shit, the usual, but one particular night I was sure he was going to beat me to death. Teen years and twenties I faced many violent situations, but felt dead inside, desensitized. Saddest moment would probably be watching a 19 year old executed by his own cousin. He begged not to die repeatedly, then bled out, wiggling around as it started to rain on him, then he stopped moving. Over a dozen rounds point blank as he lay on his back in the fetal position.
- mg330
I was on a flight home from Boston maybe 4 years ago, from a business trip. I think they held the flight a bit because of some mechanical problems, which is always enough to make you a little nervous.
During the flight I started to smell something strange. I immediatly started to worry if it was something mechanical since it smelled like burning rubber, and slightly sulfuric. My worry quickly turned from a mechanical issue with the plane, to disgust with the woman in stone washed jean shorts next to me who definitely just ripped the fart of the century, and definitely was going to continue ripping them for the rest of the flight. Suffering through it wasn't the scary part. Wondering how I was gonna make it through without laughing my ass off at how sick they were was scary. It was so gross. It was if a week worth of Brussels sprouts, partially digested meat, and years of stored farts were being fired off. At one point I had to breath through my shirt sleeve, trying so hard to not bust out laughing.
- moldero0
Living in Montreal at age 6 being held down by a group of teenagers putting their cigarettes out on my back was pretty much suck. then my babysitters teenage son used to hunt me as soon as my mom left, threatening to beat the shit out of my if he caught me, every day I would just hide outside under some snow covered staircase somewhere until I seen my moms van pull up to their house. I need to go visit Canada again, go beat-up some 55 year olds.
- pango0
I was cornered and almost violated by a big "big lady"...
- not luckiest moment, scariest :PZOOP
- I almost shat my pants!!pango
- doesn't sound fun really, unwanted advances are creepy as fuckZOOP
- seriously man. she was as big as the goblin king in hobbit!pango
- or mother Russia (kick ass) but fatter.pango
- lol just watched that yesterday, reading your post I instantly thought of mother russiamoldero
- fourth0
that's shitty. I hate knives.
- prophetone0
i've been held up at gunpoint as a teen, etc... but nothing will ever top when my less-than-a-year-old son began to choke on a fish cracker and stopped breathing and i had to deal with it, checked his mouth frantically - called an ambulance, they were at my house in less than a minute like five of them with equipment out etc. it was crazy, he ended up coughing it out like no big deal.
basically in that moment nothing else in life mattered, nothing else could scare the shit out of me more than that. and when it was over and i answered all of their questions and finally exhaled, blowing out all my air and about ten years of my life that I am sure had just been shaven off my life with sheer terror.
he's seven now, and i still cut his grapes into two pieces. and joke with my wife about putting his meals in a blender. and i yell at him to chew his food dammit! it still haunts me.
- scarabin0
2004. i had cluster headache attacks you wouldn't fucking believe, some lasting 13-30 days straight. the pain was so intense all i could do was try and lower my body temperature by sitting in ice water in the bathtub or curling up on the bathroom floor, throwing up from the pain every hour or so regardless of whether anything was in it. i couldn't keep anything down, food only made it worse. lost 60 pounds. threw up blood. tried to kill myself by smashing my head into the toilet as hard as i could. could never get comfortable as i couldn't move or change position... no sleep, no words, only screams... i was in a different dimension than everyone else, one made completely out of pain. it would get so intense i'd have seizures and piss myself. i spent half a year like this, on the bathroom floor, in tears, snot and drool streaming from my face. hospitals unable to help me, family worried sick. racked up enormous bills as doctors scratched their heads unable to do anything but pump me full of morphine, doses so high i'd hallucinate. it was the worst hell i could imagine.
then one day it just stopped.
- benfal990
Iam a 1,5 month kung fu student, i would have surely break his arm in 0,345sec.
Seriously ive never been into dangerous situation, you are a record man!
- whatthefunk0
About 10 years ago my Mother became erratic. Her father had recently passed and she was 6 months into retirement after 30+ years as a private school English/Music teacher for emotionally disturbed kids. Her phone calls consisted of odd/left field questions and she started to become unhinged.
One Saturday afternoon I received a phone call from my step father saying that he just ended an argument with her while driving and she had asked him to get out of the car on a random highway 2 hours away from home. She then attempted to hit him with her car while screaming out of the window that she was going home.
I proceeded to her house where behind the door she told me that if I tried to enter she would shoot. I then heard her, behind the door, taking pictures with her camera (she's a photo buff) and when I eventually entered the house she had every knife taped to every window and photos of the family ripped and torn about the house. I, single handedly, had to have her committed to a hospital, via police and handcuffs, in order to get her diagnosed and on a proper course of medication.
I visited her everyday and I would then distract the nurses while she had a cigarette in the bathroom. She's an awesome woman who's suffering from this awful biological condition that she cannot control. I love and accept her condition, no stigma, this shit is real.
- brothernoah0
I was heading to meet some friends at a party. The light ahead of me just turned green so I proceeded at my current speed. There was a teen aged girl driving a giant SUV. Apparently she she was trying to make it through the light to make a left. So she hit the gas and started accelerating. Once I saw her car pick up speed I knew she was going to hit me. She tagged me in the rear of my car as I passed through the intersection. My car started to slide sideways and then caught the ground. I started flying through the air. Everything was floating in my car as I started going upside down, then Bam! the front end and roof slammed the ground. The car then flipped back over, this time front to back, and landed on its wheels. When I looked up I was facing the opposite direction on the street.
As soon as I gained my composure a group of kids ran up to me saying. "HOLY SHIT, That was out of fucking movie, I've never seen anything like that. You flipped 3 times in the air! Are you ok?" I didn't feel anything was real wrong with me so I climbed out the passenger side window. They were telling me I should sit down in case anything was wrong. I immediately thought about the 2 grams of chronic and my pipe that was stashed in the car. One of the kids had dreads and I looked at him and mumbled, "Man I got some weed in the car I need you to get it out." He looked at me like WTF did this guy just say. So i dismissed the question and lumbered back to my car. Sure enough the pipe was sitting on the floor so reached in and grabbed it. I then stumbled to the side of the road and chucked it. I immediately felt a sharp pain in my back but all I could think about was finding the bud. By this time the girl who hit me was out and was saying she was sorry and was looking at her GPS. The other kids were urging me to sit down. I immediately saw the container which had flown out of my car on the street. I picked it up and waddled back over to the edge of the street and tossed it. At this point I took their advice and posted up on a bridge post, and immediatly the paramedics arrived.
The next day I went to pick up the police report. The cops told me that its unbelievable that I was walking. Most accidents like mine usually ended up with the person being seriously injured or worse. I told my wife to take me where the wreck happened and asked her to pull over. I walked into the grass and boom there was my bowl. A few feet away was the bud. I went back to the car and my wife started sniffing. She said "Are you fucking kidding me! You went to get your fucking weed. I thought you were just reflecting on what happened." So I responded, "Its some ass good weed baby." To which she responded, "Your such a fucking drug addict!"
Earlier that day my pookie ass sister stopped by to see how I was doing. I told her the story and how I tossed my weed on the side of the road. As we were driving away in middle of my wife scolding me she suddenly said. "Just like your friends. Oh shit, there goes Victor (my sisters husband) right there!" I looked up to see him combing the side of the road. So we honked and I yelled out the window, "Yo Vic, your in the wrong spot, its two block up the road!"
It didn't really set in how serious the accident was until I saw the car. The entire roof was smashed in over the drivers side. All the front windows were shattered. The back end of the car was completely smashed and the tire was inverted where she hit me. All I can say is I got out of allot of shit that day and it was certainly one of the scariest moments of my life.
- sounds recent, you are very lucky. your wife needs to chill out and educate herself thoughZOOP
- Thats what I said!
brothernoah
- brothernoah0
(Above Edited)
I was heading to meet some friends at a party. The light ahead of me just turned green so I proceeded at my current speed. There was a teen aged girl driving a giant SUV. Apparently she she was trying to make it through the light to make a left. So she hit the gas and started accelerating. Once I saw her car pick up speed I knew she was going to hit me. She tagged me in the rear of my car as I passed through the intersection. My car started to slide sideways and then caught the ground. I started flying through the air. Everything was floating in my car as I started going upside down, then Bam! the front end and roof slammed the ground. The car then flipped back over, this time front to back, and landed on its wheels. When I looked up I was facing the opposite direction on the street.As soon as I gained my composure a group of kids ran up to me saying. "HOLY SHIT, That was out of a fucking movie, I've never seen anything like that. You flipped 3 times in the air! Are you ok?" I didn't feel anything was real wrong with me so I climbed out the passenger side window. They were telling me I should sit down in case anything was wrong. All I could think about was the 2 grams of chronic and my pipe that was stashed in the car. One of the kids had dreads and I looked at him and mumbled, "Man I got some weed in the car I need you to get it out." He looked at me like WTF did this guy just say. So I dismissed the question and lumbered back to my car. Sure enough the pipe was sitting on the floor so I reached in and grabbed it. I stumbled to the side of the road and chucked it. This caused a sharp pain in my back but all I could think about was finding the bud. By this time the girl who hit me was out and saying she was sorry and that she was looking at her GPS. The other kids were urging me to sit down. I then saw the container which had flown out of my car on the street. I picked it up and waddled back over to the edge of the road and tossed it. At this point I took their advice and posted up on a bridge post, soon after the paramedics arrived.
The next day I went to pick up the police report. The cops told me that its unbelievable that I was walking. Most accidents like mine usually ended up with the person being seriously injured or worse. I told my wife to take me where the wreck happened and asked her to pull over. I walked into the grass and boom there was my bowl. A few feet away was the bud. I went back to the car and my wife started sniffing. She said "Are you fucking kidding me! You went to get your fucking weed. I thought you were just reflecting on what happened." So I responded, "Its some good ass weed baby." To which she responded, "Your such a fucking drug addict!"
Earlier that day my pookie ass sister stopped by to see how I was doing. I told her the story and how I tossed my weed on the side of the road. As we were driving away in middle of my wife's scolding she suddenly said. "Just like your friends. Oh shit, there goes Victor (my sisters husband) right there!" I looked up to see him combing the side of the road. So we honked and I yelled out the window, "Yo Vic, your in the wrong spot, its two blocks up the road!"
It didn't really set in how serious the accident was until I saw the car. The entire roof was smashed in over the drivers side. All the front windows were shattered. The back end of the car was completely smashed and the tire was inverted where she hit me. All I can say is I got out of allot of shit that day and it was certainly one of the scariest moments of my life.
- 5timuli0
Several years ago when I still lived in Edinburgh I was drinking at a mate's house. We'd battled through most of a 24-pk of Miller and a few Jack Daniels between us but neither of us were really that wasted.
Around 2am I decided to head home, which was about a 10 min walk around the corner (Leith, Edinburgh). I avoided the industrial estate and took the main roads – notoriously dangerous, but quiet as fuck at that time of the morning. I was listening to my iPod and turned the corner on to my street. Out of the corner of my eye I saw three guys come out of a flat on the other side of the street and cross over behind me. I turned the music off but kept my headphones in. I could hear them talking about me.
A little further on two of the guys walked off, leaving one of them following me. He was saying shit elike "Aye, keep walkin cunt, ah've got a samurai doon ma troosers" which sounds comical now but filled me with dread as I was still a good few hundred yards from my door. I got all the way to around 100ft from my door when a police car passed me heading the same direction. I though that I was fucked, they won't see me and will keep going. I'll be full of holes in five minutes.
Luckily the police car did a u-turn. I waved my hand low in front of my belly so it wouldn't look like I was flagging them down, and the car swerved in front of me. A police woman got out and radioed for backup immediately.
Turned out the guy behind me was carrying a big fuck-off knife and had a warrant out for his arrest. Aggravated assault, robbery, all that shit. Spent the next few hours shaking in the police station.
- what the fuck is wrong with these nutters? the UK seems to be the capital of batshit crazy_niko
- pango0
several years ago my house got broken into when I was still in the house. I grabbed a kitchen knife and started chasing him out my house and down the street... I guess he was unarmed...
- GeorgesIV0
Was back in my country to see my family, I was in a shared taxi with 3 other people and we got stopped at a checkpoint.
One thing you should know is that these checkpoint are not made to stop real criminals but mostly to get money from the taxi drivers..Anyways, we come around a corner and 3 armed men ask the driver to stop, he pretends to do it then hit the gas and accelerate like a mad man,
Everyone started screaming (me included) because we knew what came next, I looked back and saw one of them cock his AK,
I was sitting in the back seat and looking straight at him, luckily we turned a corner and weren't in his sight anymore,
to this day I wonder what would have happened if we were in a straight line
- _niko0
When I was a kid, I was walking down my building's long hallway late at night, heading back home from my cousin's place on a higher floor, when I see these two older black dudes walking up ahead, looking back at me and acting really shady.
They're whispering to each other and they make a left into a short corridor that leads to a stairwell. I pause for a few seconds 40 ft from that corridor and try and listen to hear if they are gone. I have a bad feeling and my gut tells me that I should run the other way as fast as I can, go back up to my cousin's house, but my apartment is at the end of the hallway only 100 feet away, and i don't know why, but for some stupid reason I decided to keep going ahead.
I'm taking a few steps and stopping and listening, very cautious like and nervous as hell. I'm now almost at the corridor and convinced myself that they were gone, and that if they really wanted to hurt me they would just have turned around and done so earlier, and not tried to ambush me or whatever.
So I'm a few steps away and scared but trying to convince myself not to be such a wuss and that there's nothing to worry about, and just as I pass the corridor, the two big black guys jump out from behind the corner and shout "BOO!" and start to laugh their asses off. I was scared shitless for a second then I was like "fuckers" and started laughing with them.
Ended much better than expected.