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[apocalypsos]

It's Friday the 13th. Tell me the scariest thing that ever happened to you. (Nothing that it would make you too upset to share, of course.)

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[99catsaway.livejournal.com]

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[99catsaway.livejournal.com]

P.S. I embellished nothing in that story!

[hannahrorlove.livejournal.com]

I was talking a walk in a neighborhood I had never been in before, in the area behind the houses (these were the kind of houses that have walls around the grounds). I went over a hill and saw a construction area. There were four large dogs there, and they all started barking loudly and began to move towards me. I had no idea if they were going to actually run after me or what they would do if I stayed still, so I just turned and ran. They kept barking and I just kept running. I had no idea if they chased me or not; I did not look back until I was away from the barks.

[timba.livejournal.com]

I got a gun pointed at me once. I was 12, and playing in the backyard. My friend and I called the police, and later, when we saw him in court, I decided I was glad that looks could not kill.

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Not too many scary things have happened to me, so I'll just highlight the scariest.

1. My stepmom driving back from our beach party shit-faced. I was sitting in the back on the hump and didn't have a seatbelt, so my sister and Chase, terrified, were acting as a human seatbelt.

2. Getting hit on by creepy Aaron and definitely thought that at one point, if I didn't get out of that room, I'd end up raped T_T. Memo to self: don't accept invitations from creepy guys to come over to their room.

3. And least scariest of scary things, losing my keys two hours before I was supposed to get on a train to visit Jim. How I managed to make my train was beyond my understanding.

[lots42.livejournal.com]

Number 2 reminds me...I was in a theatre stall and then bam, some guy was outside, pacing and muttering that he was going to do something to the security guard. Obviously whacked out.

I stayed still until he left.

Scary times. I guess my habit of sitting down for Number 1 saved my butt.

[dragonwhishes.livejournal.com]

I fell from this large fort, onto my stomach. On wood.

Yes, owch. Didn't go up that thing ever again.

[all-ephemera.livejournal.com]

When I was about 12 I was trapped with 2 of my girlfriends in an abandoned stream bypass covered in wood boards by two older boys. They threw dead rats down on us and held us a knifepoint for 2 hours.

[thedorkygirl.livejournal.com]

Did you press charges?! God.

[silly-dan.livejournal.com]

Wrecked two cars in an accident once (turned left when I shouldn't have, got T-boned). Also broke my collarbone skiing when I swerved into a caution sign on the slope and went flying. But those were only scary in retrospect (i.e. it made me say "Hey, wait a minute! I almost got killed!" about half an hour later.)

The scariest things in a horror-film sense I've done were staying overnight in the supposedly haunted Carbisdale Castle, which I followed up the next midnight by swimming in Loch Ness, naked and half-drunk. Lucky for me, life is not a horror film, or I would have been killed by ghosts or plesiosaurs.

[arks.livejournal.com]

When I was 9 I was on my first transatlantic flight as a conscious human being. (As opposed to 2-and-under.) I was very prone to motion sickness. My father, knowing this, figured the easiest way to get me across the pond was to get me to sleep through it.

He gave me an adult dose of Dramomine.

Did I mention I was 9?

I threw up four times that I remember. On the second time, I actually passed out. I had no idea what was going on; I'd assumed the stuff Dad gave me was Tylenol or something, whatever. I seriously thought something was really wrong with me, that maybe I was going to just keep hacking up spit and bile until my insides were dry. Scary as fuck, really.

I didn't know that Dad had drugged me until years later, when my mother (who was not on this trip) mentioned it in passing.

Watching my own lunch hit the other side of the aisle right before passing out remains one of my sharpest memories to this day.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_redpanda_/]

You know those carnival rides where you sit on a bench in this big fiberglass boat and it goes back and forth, higher and higher, until it swings completely around? Ever been on one where you have to share a lap-bar (and nothing else) with a couple other people? How about if one of them is bigger than you are? When that thing stopped at the top, upside down, my butt left the seat entirely -- for a few endless seconds I was wrapped around that bar on my stomach with nothing else between me and DEATH...

[oloriel.livejournal.com]

My car accident, last November. Suddenly losing control of the car in the middle of the highway, swerving from side to side, then turning by almost 180° and then crashing into the barrier is an experience I wouldn't have missed and don't really ever want to repeat...

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

I am terrified of flying. I am terrified of flying because when I was little (probably between 9 - 13, I don't remember), my family was flying to Florida from Arizona for vacation, and on the way there, we experienced what my Uncle Gary would later name a Pee Bump. You know, when you fly straight and smooth and suddenly the plane PLUMMETS STRAIGHT DOWN FOR NO FUCKING REASON for a couple hundred feet.

Also, _redpanda_ has reminded me - shortly before we moved to Georgia, we went to California and hit Universal Studios for a day. There, I had the bright idea to get over my fear of rollercoaster-esque rides and get some relief from the day's heat by riding on the Jurassic Park ride with my boyfriend. I am 5'2" and 100 pounds on a GOOD day. He is six feet tall and two times my size, at least. We shared a lap bar.

I have never clung to an inanimate object so hard in my entire life.

[paradisacorbasi.livejournal.com]

Guy signaled to me on the street corner. I thought he was asking for me to wait on making my turn so he could cross.

So I signalled, "go ahead, cross."

He got into my car.

We had a frantic conversation about the misunderstanding, mostly involving me going "Get out, get out get out get out get out!" at hysterical pitch, volume, and speed.

I am so thankful thankful to Saturn for the computer in my car. Car goes into drive, those doors lock immediately. I have to think about it if I want them unlocked. But they are never unlocked now when I'm driving.

Never.

And to this day, when in a bad neighborhood, I check. Reflexively.

[clex_monkie89.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what my scariest is but my top five would definatly be (In whatever order I remember them):

1.) Having a MP5 submachine gun pressed against the back of my head when I was eight.

2.) Standing in a motel room with my brother and our friend while a somebody "borrows" our phone to tell my father "Just see if they're [Me, bro, and friend] still here when you get back bitch."

3.) Accidently shoving my hand through a window (I thought it was open, long story) and pulling it back only to realize I was now bleeding profusely from my wrist.

4.) Being chased in a pick-up by idiots flashing their brights on and off at us after leaving an apartment complex where two guys were just shot and stabbed in the head after trying to rob a dealer.

5.) When I was sixteen and realised me and my brother had nowhere to go after running away from my mom (The second time) and realising we had to go back to her.

Looking at the rest of these comments I'm realising that this is yet another way I'm so not normal at all.

[paradisacorbasi.livejournal.com]

Yes you are.

3) My best friend did the same thing to her arm once. Put a hand through, thinking it was open and slicing her arm up.

[ladysorka]

In junior high, my friends and I spent our free time making movies. We wrote bad scripts, and acted them out. In the 7th grade, we did a horror film, involving voodoo, Barbie dolls, and our science teacher (we even got him to participate).

So, we had to find a suitably creepy place to film the scary parts of the film. Luckily (or unluckily, depending), one of the girl's mothers owned a pet shop which just happened to be in the old insane asylum, whose basement was completely untouched from its asylum days. And Andi's mother had the keys to get in.

So we thought we'd found the perfect spot to film our bad voodoo story, and went out there at night with a bunch of big lights, etc, and set up in the cathedral in the basement of the old asylum, which happened to be next to a couple of completely rundown bowling lanes (also in the asylum basement).

I was playing one of the voodoo queens, so I had a big part involving sticking pins into Barbie dolls and putting them on pentagrams made of red spray paint. We did about four takes of this, when suddenly in the background we heard a bowling ball strike a bunch of pins. Followed by laughter. And then another bowling ball. And another. More intermittent laughter.

I wish I had a copy of the video tape, because this stuff was actually caught in the audio.

We, of course, freaked out. But in order to get back outside, we had to go past the bowling alley. We left our lights there, and ran like hell. There was, of course, nothing in the bowling alley. Well, except the noise of the bowling balls. And Ben swore he saw someone.

Suffice to say, it was really, really freaky.

[overloved.livejournal.com]

When I was 17, my mother picked me up from a late rehearsal at school, and on the way home we had to stop at an Arby's so she could throw up in the parking lot.

I'd never seen my mom sick before, and I suspected at the time that she'd been drinking or something. She seemed really depressed to me.

[harmonyfb.livejournal.com]

What kind of scary?

One time, when Little Tree was about 6, she ran directly into a rope for a volleyball net. It was all but invisible; it caught her right across the throat and she pitched backward and smacked her head on the blacktop. I was too far away to keep her from falling. That image replayed over and over and over in my head for weeks. (She was fine.)

Once, on a Girl Scout spelunking trip, we had to leap across this chasm to the top of a slope. I missed, and started sliding downward into the infinite blackness before one of the guides got hold of me.

Once, driving back to school from Spring Break, the driver of our vehicle drove full speed off an incomplete overpass (I was in the passenger seat, neither one of us saw a sign until it was too late to stop.) We sailed over this enormous drop, and fell to a dirt gulley below. I can't believe the car didn't roll. Only two of us were wearing seat belts (me & the driver), but there were no injuries.

When I was in high school, my date brought me home to an empty house. He came in to wait with me, and we heard doors slamming upstairs. We ran and got my Mom's shotgun, loaded it, and went upstairs. There was nobody else in the house (we even looked in the bathroom cabinets!) When we got back downstairs, we heard the closet door slam shut again, and laughter. That house was so incredibly haunted.

Those are probably the top ones.

[lezopez.livejournal.com]

I had someone try to break into the house while I was babysitting one time. There was a theif going around town and my next door neighbors got hit. The next night I was babysitting (right across the street from where I live) and it was like 3 am.
I was sleeping downstairs on the couch and the little girl I was babysitting came downstairs for a drink of water. Right as she went to go back upstairs we both hear : WHAM WHAM WHAM coming from the basement. The little girl turns to me and goes "What is this?" and I think I mumbled something like "It's the next door neighbor." or something similar and sent her back to bed.
I grabbed the phone and called the Mom and her boyfriend (who's a cop) and they came right home - they were like right down the street at a bar. The cop said that there were foot prints all over the basement door but it had been bolted shut over the winter by the mom. Thank God.

[mice.livejournal.com]

When I was four, I was "swimming" in a small pool off of the Snake River - not being a swimmer and pretty shrimpy, I fell beneath the water for what seemed an eternity. I came up fine, but I remember blacking out between then and that. As a result, while I love looking at water, I'm not cool with being in water that can go over my head.

Everything else that's happened has to do with housesitting my grandmother's home, moonlight, and a very overactive imagination.

[phillyexpat.livejournal.com]

I was in a van that veered into the center of a major highway, flipped over three times, and spun into oncoming traffic in the other direction. Not fun.

[scriptchick.livejournal.com]

I lived in a haunted house for 2 years.

I have no doubt that spirits are 'alive' and well in this world. I've first hand experience.

:: shudder ::

[penmage.livejournal.com]

Share!

[cornfields.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't have anything terribly scary to share. But here's the worst thing that's ever happened to me on another Friday the 13th once upon a time:

About five years ago, Friday the 13th of October, I was driving my brand spanking new car, on my way to the Pentagon for an early morning meeting. I was driving up Independence along the Mall, sipping my Wawa coffee and smoking a cigarette and listening to Howard on WJFK. I remember laughing at something that was said. Next thing I know, I hear a huge metallic crunch, and I'm spinning around, and then immediately after that I find I'm half on top of the hood of another car and facing the way I'd just come. A Dodge Aries (a "K" car) had blown through the intersection, t-boned me, spun me around, and hurled me onto the hood of a Honda CRX. Luckily there weren't any pedestrians in the crosswalk.

But my beautiful new car! Totalled! And I was late for my meeting at the Pentagon, omg!!

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

I paid full price to see Highlander:Endgame.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

So did I and a bunch of friends, and we didn't even get to MST the thing like we wanted because a couple of people in the audience complained. Did you know that there were actually people who wanted to see that movie? Neither did we, and we were diehard HL fans.

[penmage.livejournal.com]

This isn't the scariest ever, but it's the scariest today. I went into the shower, noted that some of the tiles were cracked and coming out of the wall, and made a mental note to tell my husband. Five minutes into the shower - I see a roach in the corner. I said, quite calmly, "oh my fucking god" and then killed it with the back of a shaving razor, which I promptly threw away. I glanced at the emerging hole from the tile, wondering if the roach had come from there, and really making a mental note to get N to fix it.

It wasn't until three minutes later, as a calmly washed shampoo out of my hair, that I heard a loud noise, and turned to see the tile on the bathtub floor, that I screamed.

[ladyelaine.livejournal.com]

The scariest thing that ever happened to me was realizing my apartment was being robbed (at 1:45 am), then hiding in the closet (one of 'em came upstairs, said "I know you're in there, bitch," and thankfully went away). I didn't come back out till I could see daylight when I cracked the door open.

I didn't realized how much that experience had f*cked me over till I saw a CSI episode where a lady is locked in a closet and dies of dehydration. I had the willies all night long.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Eeep.

I remember that CSI episode, too. It's one of the few episodes of any show that manages to squick me in that "GAH NOT THIS EPISODE"-hurried-channel-change sort of way. ;_;

[the-jackalope.livejournal.com]

When I was around 13 I went white water rafting with a church group. Much fun was had by all, and then our raft tipped over on one of the rapids and a few people fell out, including m. They tell you to lie flat on your back should this happen, and I did, but then the raft went over me. As in on top. I totally panicked. Luckily it was only for a second or two, but yea scary.

[astaria51.livejournal.com]

Oh, man. I had a very similar experience while tubing down the CT River. I fell out of my tube on Level 3 rapids (which aren't bad in a raft, but on an inner tube...) when it went straight over a rock, fell out, and got hit in the head with my tube. Gah.

Almost drowning = not fun. *hugs!*