Scariest Experiences

[hungrywhiteboy]

One time when I was on holiday in Spain, we were staying in a villa. I had the master bedroom and the weird thing about this villa is there was a locked room in there (it was a very big room judging from the exterior) and we never actually found out what was in it. Anyway, the first night I was sleeping there I just had this weird feeling about it and couldn't get to sleep, I put it off as just feeling weird about being in a new bed. Second night, I was struggling to sleep again and then there was a pretty hard knock on the bedframe, all I could think was "no that can't be a ghost it's probably the bed creaking or something please don't be a ghost" then about 5 seconds later there was an ear-splitting bang on the side of my bed. I bolted so quickly out of the door I didn't even have time to put on clothes, I just grabbed a towel. The next day I found rosary beads and crucifixes in the top drawer in that room, it creeped me the f*ck out so much that I asked my sister to swap rooms with me. (The room she was in wasn't any less creepy though, it was full of these creepy old-fashioned dolls, and I don't mean tiny toy dolls, I mean dolls that were like 2ft high)

 

So the next night my sister was in the master bedroom. I'd taken my DSLR on holiday because I'm an amateur photographer, next thing I know, my sister comes into my room at like 1 or 2am and she asks me if I was just outside taking pictures, which I wasn't, then she tells me that she was 100% certain somebody was outside with a camera because there was lots of white flashes coming through her window.

 

Day afterwards, we kept on smelling smoke, like there was a fire. There were no other villas around or behind our villa, it was just dead nature, you know, like dead trees and everything. When somebody came to clean the pool we told him about what was happening and he said that around this same time of year a year ago there was a fire behind the villa which burned a little bit of the back of the villa, but nobody was hurt. I should probably mention that the master bedroom is the back of the villa, meaning that was where the fire was. Needless to say our entire family was 110% done. Nobody even went into the master bedroom after that, I just slept on the sofa.

[PedroJiboiaBr]

When I stole a pencil from my friend, i was 5, really f*ck*ng scary

[PedroJiboiaBr]

There was this random egyptian dude telling me to come over him for a small chit chat.

 

After that, he ask for sex, and I noped away.

 

So you call that scary ?

When my classmate told me: "Hey, have you studied for today's History of Art exam?"

 

I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD AN EXAM!!!

 

The exam was an our later, so I pretended to feel bad, that I had headache and stomachache and told the teacher if I could do the exam the next day. He said it was OK.

 

That was one my scariest moments in my life.

Happened with me yesterday, it were maths 1, I even tried to do the same thing but she said I already were doing the test so no.

Edited May 30, 2014 by PedroJiboiaBr

[G's Ah's]

Any time a thunderstorm occurs. Or an decent size earthquake. It's not so much the shaking, it's the decision to either stand there looking gormless or take cover is usually quite scary, because you don't know how long it's going to last or whether or not the shaking will get worse.

 

I've only had that once though. Everything else has been entertaining.

[Nowdrivefaster]

One of my scariest experience was when I was waiting for a bus, smoking a tobacco. A couple of drunken idiots came By and they required me to give them one tobacco, too. I didn't want to give any of those, 'cause I didn't have many of them myself either, so I said no.

 

Well, one of them tried to threathen me. He stood in front of me and started to yell like this: "What the f**k do you think you are?! A f**king princess?! Why can't you just give my friend one tobacco, you stupid bitch!?" I have never showed my fear to anyone who is intimidating me so I just stood in front of him, not backing up an inch, and told him calmly and soundly: "Get the f**k out of my face". He just kept insisting and saying: "I have a right to stand here!" And I said: "I have a right to be in peace. Get the f*ck out of my face when I'm still asking nicely." I prepared myself to push him into the street in case he would attack me, call the cops or something, but he finally left me alone, screaming something like "I HAVE LIVED HERE FOR DECADES! WHERE WERE YOU BACK THEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH?!"

 

I was pissed off and frustrated first, but in a couple of hours I started to wonder what if he had had a knife or something... he was completely drunk and I'm not exactly the smallest woman in the world, but still...

 

I'm still not going to live in fear, 'cause after all I'd have to be afraid of everything and that's not even living. Creeps like him are everywhere in the world.