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What's the scariest experience you've ever had? I mean, something supernatural or unusual? The scariest thing I ever encountered was one time in my trailer house. Everyone had went to bed except me. My husband and kids, my sister and her husband. I was in the livingroom, and something went past me, went into the kitchen, lit a cigarette, came back in the livingroom and disappeared. It could have went out the front door but I was standing in front of it. Everyone swears they were asleep, and wouldn't do such a thing to me. Ok, your turn.
I don't get too freaked out with the supernatural unless it would have negative energy connected to it. One thing that freaked out my parents though and I loved it was that I had been doing automatic writing and also made my own ouija board and was in contact with this one spirit who claimed to have lived around the property we now live in and she, like me, really loved the water, so she hung out mostly in the bathroom. When my parents got home, I stopped contact and left the bathroom and knew for sure I hadn't had the sink on or anything. Dad went in to pee and asked me if I had left the water running because the faucet was on. I said no and he said right out loud, "Maybe we have a ghost in here!" LOL!
Honestly, the story I'm about to mention here is not the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. If I were to tell that story, the scariest thing that has ever happened to me, then you'd probably think I'd volunteered too much info about myself. So I guess just telling one of the scariest things that ever happened to me here will have to do for now. I won't bore you with anything else. lol
When I was about fifteen years old, a man, he looked like an ex-gang member or ex-con, approached me on an avenue I always walked on on my way to school. He was tall and stalky, had a big smile on his lips and his arms were all tattooed; must've been prison-made tats. The thing about him that really made me let my guard down was that he was carryng a bible in his left hand.
Maybe I should mention here that at this time in the neighborhood where I was living two very violent gangs were at war with each other; stories about drive-by's, stabbings, abductions, beatings, were constantly being told in the classrooms. I lived right in the middle of it all.
Well, that day, I can remember it clearly now, I was walking to school. I always passed a donut shop and students would always be there waiting for first period to end. I remember no one was standing around that day; the shop was all alone. The only person I saw outside was this man with the Bible in his left hand. It was usual to see guys like him walking around this avenue. I think it was about three blocks away from the shop where the victory outreach church was. This church attracts mostly ex-gang members, drug addicts, criminals; just all sorts of people who have either come out of jail or who are trying to kick a bad drug habit. So it was normal to see guys preaching to the students who went to my highschool.
So my first impression about this guy was that he belonged to the victory outreach church. As I drew closer to him, he smiled and held out his right hand for a shake. Then something that I wasn't expecting happened. When he clasped my hand, his grip became very tight and he pulled me very close to himself, practically tugging me with very little strength. Let me just tell you, I've always been kind of strong. I was about his height at that time, about 5' 10'', and 160 pounds, except he was muscular and about ten pounds heavier than me.
He started speaking in this emotionless and serious tone, telling me that he knew I belonged to his rival gang. I just kept telling him, "Man, I don't know you! I don't know you!" And I don't know what gave him the idea that I was a gang member. I've never dressed like one. Maybe it was that I cut my hair really short. And I still cut my hair very short but I've never been bothered about it since this incident. lol
The bastard scared the heck out of me when he told me to come with him around the corner. I just broke away and ran for it. lol I told my friends about it that day, and I remember one of them said that this gang was acting like the mafia. I didn't feel safe for about three months after that experience. I wonder what would've happened to me had he succeeded in maneuvering me into the corner. Damn, I probably wouldn't be here right now. There's no doubt in my mind that he was carrying a gun. That bastard was old enough to be my dad. That's probably what scared me the most. lol I've never been able to trust a christian because of this. lol
Being hammered by two neds who left me for dead
I don't mean to get off topic here but exactly what is an ouija board?
Well since I'm here I might as well post something. Well when I was going to the Criss Cole Rehabilitaion Center in Austin, I was at the end of my O&M Training. Well my O&M Instructor wanted me to do an O&M Challenge in San Antonio, in the downtown area.
Well so I set up a date, bought a ticket and took the Greyhound down there. He had me looking for building to get brochures and other things from which were intructed on a tape recording.
Well when I was searching out these things, I somehow managed to get myself lost while down on the River Walk looking for a resaurant. I started panic because I had no idea where I was at this point. Anyways so I climbed up the stairs to surface where I could see what street I was on because the River Walk in a lower level of the downtown area.
During this I was suppose to wear a blindfold but at this point I didn't give a rats ass abotu wearing ti or not I was to worried about making it back to Greyhound Station on time.
Well anyways now I started asking for directions of course i got passed up quite a bit until like an hour before my bus left i managed to someone's attention and got some directions from him well turns out he had no fucking clue what he was talking about. Luckily the next person I found gave me the right directions.
I tell ya what it was great to be back in Austin after dealign with this mess. I didn't quite find everything on the list either but I still passed the O&M Challenge, I told him what happened about me getting lost and finding my way back, I conveniently left out that I didn't where the blindfold though.
Wow. That story about the man is scary. Now, anyone else have a story? This is really interesting.
There is more than a certain amount of schadenfruede here, some people enjoy reading about the misfortunes of others a little too much.
M
When my kids were little, my son eight and my daughter four, they each confided to me independently and privately that they were afraid their bedrooms were haunted.
I didn't think much of it, just reassured them that there were no such things as ghosts.
However, a couple of months later, I was talking to the guy we bought the house from, and he told me that the man who built the house had committed suicide there, and that his three kids were all afraid of the house when they were young.
Not very scary for me, but it sure was for my kids. They are grown up now and each still say they were afraid of that house.
Bob
I think the scariest thing that ever happened to me was when I got hit by a car last year when I was in a hurry to get to school and I thought I was gonna die.
I don't know if this is the scariest thing that's happened to me, but if not, it's certainly up there. I think I was in middle school at this point. At this time my cane skills were decent, but my mobility skills weren't that great, mostly because I didn't have that much opportunity to use them at that point. Our family had just gotten a dog, and my parents, on their way out of the house, told me "Why don't you walk him sometime this evening," before they left. Well I did try. What I didn't take into account was that it was that time of year that it was starting to get cold outt. First of all, I have a pretty high cold tolerance, higher than some at least. But when I get too cold, it's like my brain just shuts down. I just stop being able to think clearly. Well I went out there, and got rather lost. I don't really know how long I was out there, because after a while I really did just lose track of time and what was going on. (I should also add here that the streets around my house at the time were really weird. None of them went straight, and the side of the street that my house was on didn't even have a sidewalk.) I don't remember exactly what happened, other than a neighbor seeing me, obviously lost, and about as scared as I've ever been, and showed me how to get home. Got home right as the parents were getting home. I don't really remember much about getting home, other than mom running my hands under what she later told me wasn't very warm water at all, but to me felt very hot. Not an experience that I ever want to repeat.
I'd say one of my scarrier expieriences for me was anyway when I was little I was tarified of an Uncle who was quite offten very drunk. He never hurt me or anything but always gave me a bad feeling. Right after the first time he went to jail I fell asleep and dreamed that that he killed my father.
I saw me on our back eck and was just tying my shew when i heard my father scream and in the dream I ran in to my parrents bedroom and my Uncle who was my Mom's brother was holding a gun to my father's head. He shot him and then I woke up. I finally fell back asleep, and I remember finding out my uncle had started chopping up my father's body. Aside from be sick and tarified the next morning that never did happen, but I found out later that a few days before that my father had turned my Uncle over to the cops.
Holy shit, that would scare anyone.
hmmm, scariest moment. was when i lost my long hair! not to mention being told i was going to die. hehehehe kidden, well maybe not! I had a blood clot on my brain, long story but, yeah, they told me i was going to die. i wouldn't make it thirty minutes to the hospital they were transferring me too. I was scared. but even more scared, when I woke up days later and my hair was falling out in huge clumps. I remember being told I was going to be blind. I'm like i can handle that but I don't want to lose my hair. hehehehe smiles! I know i know, I'm so much a girly girl. ehhehe