Scary Experiences in your Life?

Another scary experience I had occurred early in my life when I was just a young kid. I remember one day after school I was walking home, I decided to take a short cut through some bushes. It was autumn and there were leaves everywhere, and there just happened to be a nice pile of leaves waiting to be kicked. And as I did, I heard the sound of breaking sticks and I found myself falling into an open manhole. Fortunately I reacted fast and was able to hold onto the edges of the opening. I remember looking down into darkness and heard the sound of flowing water, but I couldn't see it. I managed to pull myself up and out of the hole. I remember walking home shaken and on the verge of tears. I never took a shortcut after that again.
 
Another scary experience I had occurred early in my life when I was just a young kid. I remember one day after school I was walking home, I decided to take a short cut through some bushes. It was autumn and there were leaves everywhere, and there just happened to be a nice pile of leaves waiting to be kicked. And as I did, I heard the sound of breaking sticks and I found myself falling into an open manhole. Fortunately I reacted fast and was able to hold onto the edges of the opening. I remember looking down into darkness and heard the sound of flowing water, but I couldn't see it. I managed to pull myself up and out of the hole. I remember walking home shaken and on the verge of tears. I never took a shortcut after that again.

"Why do we fall?"
 
I don't know why but when I was 6-7 I was at the beach and I just kept walking towards the water. I started to drown but my mom came and saved me. I honestly don't know what I was doing.
 
Shooting myself.

It was an accident. New gun. Home alone. Luckily I was able to get to help. But I want lie it was traumatizing and I didn't sleep right for months and relived it more than once in some nightmares. I've never been as scared as I was in that moment, and I still think back to the fact that had the bullet hit me in the head or and artery my arents would have come home and found me dead.
 
ive never had a scary experience because i stay away from criminals and poor people
 
I think I've had sleep paralysis once, years ago.

I jerked awake out of nowhere and felt like I was....not tied to the bed, but....like there was a weight on my chest, arms, and legs, and I couldn't move at all, and my closet door handle next to my bed had a flannel shirt hanging from it, and it looked like some hooded figure and seemed to be looming over me, and I was trying to scream but I couldn't.

I was absolutely terrified and had no idea what was happening.

I've always had a fear of serial killers. Don't know why, never been around one, as far as I know, never been attacked or anything at all. Little noises in the night make me super paranoid sometimes.

I used to suspect there was some kind of ghost or something in my parents' basement, because any time I went down there, the far wall, where it was really dark, would always, always give me this really strong creeping sense that someone was there watching me. And I often had this feeling in my old bedroom....which was directly above that same part of the basement. Like someone was in my room watching me.

Even my mom once said she saw the shadow of a man stepping into the utility room (which leads to the basement). She assumed it was me, then later found out it wasn't. I've never discussed this with her, so it wasn't me putting paranoid thoughts in her head or anything.

Reading this thread is not helping me get to sleep, by the way.
 
When my Dad's old car's brakes gave out and I was almost hit by a eighteen wheeler. Luckily, I was fast enough to use the emergency brake. I swore never to drive that car again, afterwards.
 
When my Dad's old car's brakes gave out and I was almost hit by a eighteen wheeler. Luckily, I was fast enough to use the emergency brake. I swore never to drive that car again, afterwards.
Were you approaching an intersection? That's scary. That was slick with the E-brake though. :up: I hope I never have to deal with brakes going out on the road.
 
So I was in the middle of Mexico in a super small town about 2-3 years ago to visit with my Dad's at the time business partner/fiancée. This was in the middle of nowhere (look it up it's called Parras de la Fuente.) Anyway some of us went to a cemetery during the day. The graves were a mix of above and below ground with the above ground being just 3 foot mounds of dirt.

So there is a small mausoleum open and I'm following a girl I knew into this thing. I somehow end up in front of her walking casually, you had to walk down these steps into it about 10 steps. Inside the mausoleum had windows covered with tapestry and sun coming in. The first thing I saw were two paintings of a man and woman and directly below raised stone graves like 3-4 foot above ground, this is where they put the bodies. It was very quiet in the cemetery and as soon as I stepped foot into the room where the bodies were I heard a loud crescendo like a "Whooooomp!" from inside the mausoleum. The girl and me immediately turned around a walked very fast up the steps and out of there. My guess is they didn't want an American in there. I never believed in ghosts and the experience didn't shake me up at the time but now I'm pretty sure it was a ghost. No one else was in the cemetery, no one was near us and no one alive beside us were in the mausoleum. I asked her a few months ago if she remembered and she did vividly.

See that's scary, ghosts are freaky.

I've had a few scary experiences I had a gun pointed at me when I was young, it was during a robbery at the grocery. One time my father and I were going to his apartment and we were on a winding road and we both fell asleep. I woke up not a second too late and nudged my father and he yanked the wheel to the left.

I've fallen asleep behind the wheel on the way to work when I was 17, on 128. Well, on a highway. I was somewhat close to the exit, in the right lane, next thing I new, I was waking up in the grass as my left mirror was scraping the guardrail in the left lane..meanwhile my exit on the right was in about 100 feet, I reacted quickly and cut to the right. Thank god no cars were there.

Another scary experience I had occurred early in my life when I was just a young kid. I remember one day after school I was walking home, I decided to take a short cut through some bushes. It was autumn and there were leaves everywhere, and there just happened to be a nice pile of leaves waiting to be kicked. And as I did, I heard the sound of breaking sticks and I found myself falling into an open manhole. Fortunately I reacted fast and was able to hold onto the edges of the opening. I remember looking down into darkness and heard the sound of flowing water, but I couldn't see it. I managed to pull myself up and out of the hole. I remember walking home shaken and on the verge of tears. I never took a shortcut after that again.

That's horrifying. The typical fear of the unknown, but that's something I wouldn't forget.

I think I've had sleep paralysis once, years ago.

I jerked awake out of nowhere and felt like I was....not tied to the bed, but....like there was a weight on my chest, arms, and legs, and I couldn't move at all, and my closet door handle next to my bed had a flannel shirt hanging from it, and it looked like some hooded figure and seemed to be looming over me, and I was trying to scream but I couldn't.

I was absolutely terrified and had no idea what was happening.

I've always had a fear of serial killers. Don't know why, never been around one, as far as I know, never been attacked or anything at all. Little noises in the night make me super paranoid sometimes.

I used to suspect there was some kind of ghost or something in my parents' basement, because any time I went down there, the far wall, where it was really dark, would always, always give me this really strong creeping sense that someone was there watching me. And I often had this feeling in my old bedroom....which was directly above that same part of the basement. Like someone was in my room watching me.

Even my mom once said she saw the shadow of a man stepping into the utility room (which leads to the basement). She assumed it was me, then later found out it wasn't. I've never discussed this with her, so it wasn't me putting paranoid thoughts in her head or anything.

Reading this thread is not helping me get to sleep, by the way.

Sounds like sleep paralysis. Could be like a..paranoia induced sleep paralysis.

When my Dad's old car's brakes gave out and I was almost hit by a eighteen wheeler. Luckily, I was fast enough to use the emergency brake. I swore never to drive that car again, afterwards.

I was ALWAYS afraid of brakes giving out, I would run through scenarios in my head, on what I would do if it happened
 
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.

OMG, that's terrifying D:
 
i blew a tire one night on the interstate going 82mph

i dreamed someone killed themselves (whom i really didn't know well) the night before they did it. freaked me out for a long time, still kinda does
 
Mine is actually kinda funny... I crashed out on the couch and my entire arm feel asleep.. I had my hand on my face as I waking up,,,keep in mind this hand was asleep.. as I am coming to my worst nightmare is coming true.. I am waking up to some cold dead clamy hand on my face.. I jumped up in fear only to realize it was my hand.
 
Mine is actually kinda funny... I crashed out on the couch and my entire arm feel asleep.. I had my hand on my face as I waking up,,,keep in mind this hand was asleep.. as I am coming to my worst nightmare is coming true.. I am waking up to some cold dead clamy hand on my face.. I jumped up in fear only to realize it was my hand.

I've done that a few times.

I actually had a pretty bad panic attack a month or so ago.

At 3am which was scarier. I wokeup in a horrible cold sweat, my bed was soaked in sweat. My heart was pounding violently, and I was horrified. For some reason, i was seeing red. Everything I saw had a red hue to it, I didn't know why. But I looked at the closet, and I felt a sense of horror, and dread, that something was going to come out, and kill me.

I KNOW for a FACT it was jsut the panic/anxiety talking, but not at the time, hence the attack. And I don't know why I was seeing red, but I felt like if I didn't get a light on soon, like, the next 20 seconds, I was going to die.

Each passing second was getting scarier and scarier. I was fumbling to get my remote to turn on the tv to get some light in my room, but I was shaking too much, I finally got it, and the tv turned on, but the cable box was off (my remote is out of sync) so i had to start button mashing again, I was terrified and it got to the point where I felt like I was honestly going to cry. I am a 20 year old man, I was beyond petrified. I literally just jumped out of bed and was ready to run out of my room, when it occured to me, I have a light switch..duh lol.

So I flicked on the light, then the tv, and settled back down and went to sleep. 2 hours later

one of the scariest moments of my life
 
the janitor at our grade school used to hang out in the boys bathroom. he'd follow me and, presumably, other kids to into a stall and fondle us from behind. it's weird but i didn't remember any of it until my 10 year high school reunion. yet i vividly remember having "accidents" in shool because i was afraid to use the restrooms. the last time it happened to me, our vice principal caught him; preparing to enter the stall. i didn't see the janitor after that. and i have no idea what happened to him or what, if anything, the vice principal actually did. he just told me to run along to class.
 
the janitor at our grade school used to hang out in the boys bathroom. he'd follow me and, presumably, other kids to into a stall and fondle us from behind. it's weird but i didn't remember any of it until my 10 year high school reunion. yet i vividly remember having "accidents" in shool because i was afraid to use the restrooms. the last time it happened to me, our vice principal caught him; preparing to enter the stall. i didn't see the janitor after that. and i have no idea what happened to him or what, if anything, the vice principal actually did. he just told me to run along to class.

I am sorry that you've experienced that. That's aweful.

He probably got fired
 
So I had a scary experience in the very early hours of the morning. I was home by myself, everybody else is on vacation for the next few weeks, so it's just me and the cat. I had come home from my afternoon shift 3:30 PM - 1:00 AM, I ate a quick snack, took a shower and went downstairs to watch some Breaking Bad. After twenty minutes into the episode I heard a loud crash come from upstairs. I got up instantly and headed up carefully turning the lights on as I went to investigate.

In the kitchen, the cordless phone and charger was on the floor, including the phone book and some papers, as if they were yanked right off the table. It definitely wasn't the cat because she was downstairs at the time. I checked the doors and windows to make sure they were locked, and needless to say they were. I put everything back and went downstairs. Five minutes later I heard another noise come from upstairs, and I felt a chill go down my spine. I carefully crept upstairs into the kitchen, and the calendar, which was on the wall behind the phone, was now on the floor. I think I got only two hours of sleep.

I am a scientific minded person, so I am pretty skeptical of the paranormal/supernatural. Anyways, that's my most recent scary experience.
 
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One night I was home on the computer....complete silence....only light in my room was from my monitor. My computer was right by my window at the time, it was nice out so I had the window open. In the depths of the night I hear the Ice Cream truck music. At first I had no idea where it was coming from. It was low than slowly got louder. I looked out my window and all I could see was a silhouette of an ice cream truck creeping by. I could only make out the vehicle because of the Moon Light.

I thought I was going to be murdered.
 
One night I was home on the computer....complete silence....only light in my room was from my monitor. My computer was right by my window at the time, it was nice out so I had the window open. In the depths of the night I hear the Ice Cream truck music. At first I had no idea where it was coming from. It was low than slowly got louder. I looked out my window and all I could see was a silhouette of an ice cream truck creeping by. I could only make out the vehicle because of the Moon Light.

I thought I was going to be murdered.

What the hell? That's freaky as hell. You call the cops or something? That's really suspicious. Or, it could have been a prank. My friend bought a 1963 Dodge m37 Weapons carrier, that was stationed in new york, as his freakin road vehicle. Maybe some ******* found an old icecream truck on sale, bought it, and drove around with some friends? Trying to be optimistic haha.

A few days ago, my friend was over my house, we were downstairs with my dad shootin the ****, and my house was empty, I have a cat. We heard footsteps coming from upstairs in the kitchen. Which is weird, because there has NEVER been signs of paranormal activity in my house. No one in my family, nothing.

It MAY have been the A/C kicking on, but damn, it went on for a solid 4 seconds, and it sounded like footsteps
 
Having a machete chucked at my head and getting locked in a trunk.
 
One sequence of experiences was having a prowler on our property.From 8-12th grade, we had a prowler who arrived on our property around 10-12 at night. The dogs would bark and I would turn on the lights and see him springing away into the shadows. This used to happen several times a week, until I finally acquired a paintball gun and started firing at him. Since it was cyclic, I froze some paintballs in the freezer and lhad them on standby.As soon as our dogs started barking, I sprang out the back porch and flooded the hill with paintballs. One of them hit him in the knee and I heard a grunt as he stumbled away.

I would like to think that that was the stimulus for the decrease and end to the nightly appearances, but the actual cause was when my neighbor's step-father moved out. Haven't had one since (which I knew, as he was the one candidate I was sure of.) As a result, I always sleep with a paintball gun or air pistol nearby.
 
A spider had the nerve to scare me in my bedroom, so I've been sleeping on the couch for the past two nights.
 
A spider had the nerve to scare me in my bedroom, so I've been sleeping on the couch for the past two nights.

Board up the room and place as many warnings on it as you can. It belongs to the spider-kind now.
 
Another scary experience I had occurred early in my life when I was just a young kid. I remember one day after school I was walking home, I decided to take a short cut through some bushes. It was autumn and there were leaves everywhere, and there just happened to be a nice pile of leaves waiting to be kicked. And as I did, I heard the sound of breaking sticks and I found myself falling into an open manhole. Fortunately I reacted fast and was able to hold onto the edges of the opening. I remember looking down into darkness and heard the sound of flowing water, but I couldn't see it. I managed to pull myself up and out of the hole. I remember walking home shaken and on the verge of tears. I never took a shortcut after that again.

OMG. Almost falling only to hang onto the edge of the manhole? So the movie industry isn't all fantasy when it comes to those sort of things!
 
When serial killer Richard Ramirez the Night Stalker was all over the news in 1985 my father would barricade the front home door with the couch at night for fear that he might come near the area, we were living in Bakersfield at the time but Ramirez was known for traveling far to do his killings.
 

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