Scary Experiences in your Life?

Currently I'm being stalked by the Slenderman.

 

Anyone have sleep paralysis?

 

Had it for about a year after an automobile accident.

 

I've been experiencing sleep paralysis for a few years now. I remember the first time that it happened to me. My brother and his wife went for a vacation overseas and had asked me to house sit for them while they were away. I show up to their place in the late afternoon and unpack all my stuff. The night before I was having trouble sleeping and feeling just really ill for some reason. I had a small snack and decided to take a nap in the guest room.

It didn't take very long for me to doze off after my head hit the pillow, that's when it began. I opened my eyes and I could see the ceiling, everything was orange from the setting sun beaming through the window. That's when I felt an immense pressure on my chest, my neck and my face as if something were crushing me. I felt the most horrible terror I had ever felt in my life, I could hear my heart pounding. I tried to move but was unable to, I tried to scream but I just wasn't able to. That's when I had the distinct impression that I wasn't alone. I felt as if someone was standing in the partially open closet next to the bed. I knew I wasn't able to move my head. But I was able to glance at the closet and that's when the shadows in the closet got darker. That's when I thought that I was going to die.

Then I snapped out of it. I instantly sat up with cold sweat dripping from my forehead. I frantically searched the room, and the rest of the house. I was totally alone. I was not able to go to sleep again that night because I was too afraid. It's happened nearly a dozen times since the first experience. Each "event" stranger then the previous one. Sometimes I hear radio static and distorted voices, sometimes I see shadows shifting and other oddities. I've read up quite extensively on sleep paralysis so it eases my fear a bit.

 

Hearing stories about sleep paralysis always creep the Hell out of me. Thank God I haven't experienced it yet.

 

I didn't even know this was a thing... damn, sounds pretty horrifying.

 

Well I was mugged at gun point once:

This was in 2001 when I was sitting in my car with a female co-worker in a rather darkened alley illuminated only by the street lamp when all of a sudden this guy comes up to my side and points a gun at my head demanding I give him money.

I just remained calm giving him my wallet so he would just leave, I was lucky that he didn't just shoot me since my wallet was empty except for some change but he just threw the wallet back at me and tossed my keys a few feet so that I wouldn't just drive in a rush.

That was a horrible experience that since then I've just never parked again in dark alleys.

 

I wouldn't call it, "stalking". More, casual observation.

 

Are you responsible for my sleep paralysis?

 

Having a seizure was scary as hell.

 

I had to watch my wife have a seizure. That was the scariest thing I've ever seen.

 

Panic attacks aren't fun. You feel like you're dying and you don't know why.

 

Got shot in the leg.

 

Everytime I see a Mantis I just literally break down....-_- die manties, die a death in a hell like place.


I've lived in so called haunted houses and may have seen Shadow People. Shadow People are cool though I guess...

 

I can relate. When I was a teenager, I watched my dad have a grand mal seizure while he was driving us down an empty interstate in the middle of East Nowhere, South Dakota.

....by an arrow? (I had to. I had to.)

True effin' story: one day I was out mowing the lawn when a big-ass mantis came flying up into my face. Freaked the freakin' freak out of me, to say the least; but the cool part of the story was that a robin flew down out of the sky and started battling the goddamn mantis in mid-air.
Bird vs. a mantis that was bigger than it was...Most epic throwdown I've ever witnessed. Robins are now the coolest bird in my book.

True effin' story: once, I was staying the night at my folks' house, and I woke up to see a shadowy face peering in at me through the window. Weird thing was, I didn't feel particularly scared --- the face seemed somehow familiar, and I was in a detached half-awake/half-dreaming state, so I was kinda like: "Oh cool, a ghost. Whatevs." Didn't bother me much, so I fell back asleep.

The next morning, I told my mom about it, and she was kinda freaked out, but I brushed it off as just a dream/nightmare. Later on that day, we were looking through some scrapbooks and I found a very old photo from the family album, and I was surprised to see the very face I had seen in the window the night before. My mom told me that the picture had been taken right before WWI, and was of one of my great-great-etc-etc. He had gone off to Europe for the war, came home and was apparently post-traumatic stressed out, and he hanged himself in a barn in 1918.

The barn just happened to be located on the same piece of land where my folks built their house, and would have stood at the exact spot where the guest bedroom I slept in was located.

 

Nope, Bullet.

 

I was almost abducted as a child.

 

Would you mind talking about this?
The fear of being kidnapped was something I had in me for many years when I was younger.

 

When I was 6 I couldn’t swim yet, and fell in our pool and started drowning, luckily my aunt was there and pulled me out.

At 15yrs old I was in Boarding school and was running back to our hostel when an old drunk man heard me run past his house and suspected it was a crook, decided to pull out his gun and started firing shots in the air, then told me to stop right there, he then proceeded to question me and asked me where I was running away from. I explained to him that I had just attended a youth service and I had missed the bus which took us back to the hostel. (all this time he had his gun pointed at me)


And most recently I thought I got my girlfriend pregnant.

 

Did you know there are mantises that [BLACKOUT]can catch and eat birds[/BLACKOUT]? There is a photo, but I won't post it here. (Scary stuff blacked out.)


One of the scariest things I ever experienced was stumbling across about fifty-eleven snakes in my grandparents' barn when I was seven. It was early Spring and my granddaddy had sent me there to get a shovel for him. It was in the very back of the barn, and even though it was daytime it was kind of dark because the sky was overcast. When I picked up the shovel, I saw movement on the ground. At first I thought it was nothing but then I realized that it was a big ball of snakes writhing around like Medusa's severed head.


Like any little kid confronted by a million serpents, I flew out of that barn while screaming at the top of my lungs. I was the slowpoke in a family of track stars, but that day I ran faster than all of my siblings. By the time I got back to the house I was so out of breath and full of fear that I couldn't speak for a few minutes. My grandparents thought I had lost my mind. When I finally hissed "Snaaaakes!" at them, they thought I was exaggerating. My granddaddy and uncle trudged up to the barn, figuring they'd find one little snake cowering back in the corner. When they got through raking the place out they had literally dozens of snakes piled up, along with clutches of leathery-looking eggs. The reptiles were moving slowly because it was so cold, which also explains why they were all cuddled up in a hideous mass.


I'm not afraid of snakes even now; that's the one phobia I never had. But seeing so many of them was terrifying. Just thinking about it gives me the chills.


There are flying snakes in Southeast Asia. That's the stuff of nightmares.

 

I went blind for about a minute from the herb.

 

One that still shakes me up from time to time. It was Friday, May 13, 1994 and I was 17. A friend and I were on our way to pick up another friend and then go see The Crow. My friend, Jeff, was driving his mom's station wagon.

We had just made a right turn onto a short stretch of road. As he accelerated, I noticed the stop sign and said, "Hey, Jeff. Stop sign." The next thing I remember, he's shaking me and telling me to get out of the car. He had missed the stop sign and t-boned a car in the rear driver's side door. The impact flipped the other car, landing it on it's roof in the grass, we spun 180 degrees and our right rear slammed into the left front of a third car that was stopped at the intersection. The woman in the back seat of the car we hit was killed but, Jeff and I were fine.

What shakes me up the most about it is that, if we had gotten to that intersection a second of so sooner, the car we hit, would have hit my door at around 50 mph, and I wouldn't be here typing this.