…what’s the scatiest thing that ever happened to you?
I was on the phone one summer night with someone that I knew had a past of suicide attempts. He was talking about some depressing stuff and scaring me. I asked him a question which he started to answer… then nothing. I heard him breathing hard, but that was it. I spent a few min. pleading with him, then I couldn’t hear even his breath any more. I woke up my brother to take me to his house. I was freaking out. I thought he wad dead. My parents woke up too, but they didn’t do much :mad:. Before I left I called again, and he answered, “wha…”
He had fainted.
That’s my story.
See my New Orleans thread over in MPSIMS. Had a cat burglar sneak in through my bedroom window at 3:30 a.m. He woke me up on his way out the window (with my purse and my host’s briefcase).
I was 19, studying abroad in Spain. Early one Sunday morning I was stumbling home after a night of doing all the dumb things underage Americans usually do when they’re in Europe. It was light out, but NOBODY in Spain is awake at seven on a Sunday morning, so of course the streets were deserted
A guy rode past on his bike and whistled at me, which happens all the time if you’re a blonde chick in a Mediterranean country, so I didn’t pay much attention. Then he circled around and grabbed my ass from behind – which is definitely NOT something that’s supposed to happen. By then I was within fifteen feet of my host family’s apartment building. I reached the building, slid the electronic key into the lock, and opened the door…
Next thing I knew, he’d grabbed my arm and was trying to pull me away from the building. I broke away from him, slammed the door shut behind me and ran like hell up two flights of stairs, not daring to wait for the elevator. Whew. I was safe, outside my own apartment … now where the hell were my keys?
Yep. Conveniently for my assailant, I’d left them in the door outside the building.
(When I finally worked up the courage to go downstairs, the keys were still there and the guy had fled; I don’t know what good spirit was looking out for me, but I am grateful.)
The scariest thing that ever happened to me is as follows:
Mr. Grey works odd hours, and sometimes has to work late on top of that, so I am not always sure when he is coming home. It is always after I’m in bed, though.
I wake up one night, and open the bedroom door to see if that’s him I hear. The dog crate is still shut, usually he lets the dog out of it when he gets home (that dog sleeps with me now). Anyway, I hear a sound that I swear is someone raking their arms across surfaces, sweeping things into a garbage bag. I hear mumbling. The floor creaks under me and I swear the mumbling stopped, and then became urgent. I nearly had a heart attack. The mumbles die down again, and I hear more dragging of things into the bag. I am still standing upstairs in my doorway at this point, I have been standing there for 5 minutes, not seeing anybody move around downstairs, but still hearing movement.
Finally, during one of the louder moments of the garbage bag, I shut my door, lock it, and get my cell phone. I call 911. It’s busy! I fumble with the phone, thinking for sure they heard me shut my door and are on their way up, and accidently dial our home number.
Mr. Grey answers the phone.
He’s taking out the garbage. The TV is on, low, and sounds like mumbling.
It’s funny now, but I was so relieved at the time that I cried.
This will sound really silly now, but at the time I was only five. WE saw someone outside our door walk up and start waving through the window. The curtain was down, and all we could see was a shadow. I started crying as my dad got up to look-it was his baby sister, my Aunt Katie!
Another time my family took me to a little street carnival, and as we were walking back to our car, this drunk guy started talking to me, really creepy. I remember my mom saying that we couldn’t stay for the fireworks because they were at midnight and “you’d turn into a pumpkin.”
The drunk guy leered at me and said, “If you turn into a pumpkin, can I carve ya?”
I started crying and clung to my mother.
I’ll have to think about the scariest thing, but here’s the creepiest:
I think I must’ve been an insomniac in Jr. High. I only slept a couple hours a night. So it was 2 or 3 in the morning and I was awake as usual when I heard someone come in the garage door downstairs. I assumed it was my older brother, who often stayed out late with his friends. At the time I had a bit of a hero-worship attitude towards him, so I always went down to hang out with him a while before he went to bed. That night I was halfway to the stairs before I had a sudden change of mind and decided not to. No particular reason, I just didn’t go. The next day we found out we’d been robbed of our stero, tv, vcr, etc. Turned out my brother had been in bed already, and the noises I heard were the robbers.
Oh, just thought of scariest:
I was living alone for the first time and really enjoying it. I spent a lot of time sitting out on my porch studying or just relaxing. One day I ran inside to grab a book from my bedroom, leaving the apt. door ajar. When I got back to the living room a strange man was standing between me and the only door out. As soon as I saw him, I completly froze. The guy starts talking to me about my apt, how much it is to rent, etc. I answer him distractedly-- the entire time I am silently screaming, “Get out! Get out!” It seemed the guy had some sort of mental impairment. He eventually left without any physical confrontation, but that moment when I walked into my living room and realized I was trapped in there with an uninvited stranger was terrifying.
When I was living with my ex-bf, back in Indiana, I was asleep in bed when I was partially awakened by noises coming from the next room. I opened my eyes to see a silohuetted figure with glasses and a baseball cap looking into my room. I thought it was the bf coming home from work- he wore glasses and worked for Domino’s, and had to wear a dorky baseball cap as part of the uniform. I was basically more asleep than awake, so it didn’t occur to me to find it odd that he was using a cigarette lighter to see by…
Later, he came storming into the room demanding to know what had happened to the door jamb on the front door. Apparently the wood was so rotted that the burglar managed to break through the deadbolted door with no more noise than would have been made unlocking it with a key.
The really scary part was that the bf was more concerned with the loss of sixty dollars and a cheap VCR than he was by the danger I had been in when a stranger with criminal intent had broken into the house where I was alone, asleep in the middle of the night. He was actually mad at me because the house had been broken into, and he had it in his mind that it was my fault…
I suppose if I had been raped, and or killed, he would have thought I deserved it for having been so careless as to leave the front door deadbolted when the wood was so rotten…
Thea, I gotta say, your ex-bf was the scariest part of thar story…
Thanks everyone! My halloween has been decidedly unspooky, so keep 'em coming!
'Nother story from me. First “boyfriend”, I was a freshman in HS, him a junior. He wanted me to go to the milatary ball with him. I didn’t want to, and I found out a year later that he raped the girl he ended up taking.