Scary situations
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- ernexbcn0
I was riding home from work on the bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare.
Out in an unfenced cul-de-sac were 3 guys. Two of them were standing, and one of them was on the ground bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about to smash it into the grounded guys head again, when the two realized a whole busload of people were looking at them.
The shorter man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the grounded guy in the head. At this point the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off.
When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just saw. Then my mom got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!
- 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