Am I the only one in the world who likes to be scarred every once in a while? Why does everyone have a problem with people scarring other people for fun. Has anyone else been to a haunted house during halloween time? Has anyone scarred their friend by jumping from around a corner and yelling at them? These things have happened to me before and I have done these things to friends also but it is not the end of the world.
Oh, man, that’s the most unintentionally hilarious thing I’ve read in a long time. For future reference, onyx:
Scared: Frightened.
Scarred: Disfigured.
And no, I haven’t done either to anyone recently. 
If someone scares you enough, you could be scarred for life. But I don’t know if that’s very enjoyable. And I truly hope I haven’t scarred anyone lately. I’d feel very bad.
yes my spelling is bad it is suppose to be scared anyone lately. This is about Scaring people not scarring people. My spelling mistake SORRY.
For some folks it is not too cool to scare them. I had a friend who startled easily. (I think it had to do with a vitamin deficiency.) Her husband was a physician who alternated offices. My friend would often answer the phone at whichever office was unoccupied for the day. She was by herself and would just sit and read and answer the phone. She was so nervous that every time the phone rang, she would scream.
I have never scarred anyone that I can remenber but once a friend accidently scarred me in the belly with a nail that was tto long.
MODS please place this in the correct page. I was informed by my friend that cafe society is for tv related threads only.I am sorry for the inconvenience.
Just teasing, onyxtyghr.
I don’t scare people often. But sometimes I say things as straight-faced as possible, to see if they believe me. My boss falls for it all the time.
i wish i proof read this before i started it. My spelling is bad some times but i take no offense at someone who corrects it. It is kind of funny at the same time LOL.
If you suddenly jumped out and scarred someone it would certainly scare them, and scaring someone can leave psychological scars.
Depends on how badly you scare someone, and what their health is like. I would hope you wouldn’t try to scare someone with a severe heart condition.
I scare people quite often, but unintentionally. I’m rather quiet, and I move very quietly, and tend to take people by surprise. Also, people have a tendency to forget I’m there.
Once my sister almost ran her car off the road when she forgot I was in the backseat. She had dropped off my other sister, and was heading down the road when I spoke. She screamed and the car swerved. Heh. Freaked her out for a bit.
I call it my invisible mode.
I startle very easily. I have ADHD, and I tend to hyper focus and get lost in my thoughts. (I don’t know if it’s the ADHD-my dad and my grandfather are the same way-it’s hard to get our attention).
Sometimes, all that happens is my cat, Buffy, tapping my elbow and I shriek.
Unless we consider jumping out and frightening unwary people to be a form of entertainment for the masses, I see no reason for this thread to be appearing in Cafe Society.
Oh, and I guess I’ll fix the title too, to avoid misunderstandings.
When I was in high school I lived in a dorm. Bottom level of the dorm was the lounge which had doors to the east and the west.
The kitchen is a closed off area. I was in there heating up some munchies on this fine Sunday, when someone tried to open the West end door. locked She was walking around to open the East end door… as she was doing so, I deviously decided, “hmm … let’s lock that door as a prank”… Now this girl was the scare easy cutsy happy type, smart but kinda dizzy… in other words a “PERFECT VICTIM”!!
So she gets to the door… locked
She runs upstairs to get Dorm Mama to unlock the lounge doors.
I unlocked doors
You could hear dorm mama walking down the stairs saying, “I know I unlocked the lounge this morning…”
Sure enough the doors were now unlocked. Cutsy girl claims, “NO THEY WERE LOCKED!!”…
her jaw was dropped… just the look on her face was priceless…Then said “try the other door”… other door opens… Dorm Mama gave the “left eyebrow up” look and thought she might have eaten paint chips as a child… For 5 minutes she was nervously laughing and claiming they were “locked”… Just as she began to believe she might have been the psychotic bag lady on the street corner… I decided to let out my witches cackle of hell…
… I guess I had a soft spot and decided not to be cruel!! At least we laughed it off in the end… It’s one of those you had to of been there type of things…
I am the evil person who has done this. My ex has a congenital heart defect which requires a pacemaker.
We used to live together (as friends) a couple of years ago. One night, he and I were acting crazy and chasing each other with water guns. He ran into the bathroom, and locked the door. I turned the handle before he got it locked, so the door was actually open. I cracked the door open a bit, and saw him back towards the wall to breathe for a minute. When he reached forward to refill the water gun, I threw the door open and screamed “HUZZAH!” He jumped about three feet in the air and screamed like a little girl.
He was just fine, the pacemaker didn’t kick in or anything, so all was well. He got me back a few years ago, at six o’clock in the morning, so fair is fair. But no, I don’t recommend scaring people with heart problems. I did feel really bad afterwards.
My little brother excelled at scaring AND scarring you at the same time. He was the baby of the family, and, having been mercilessly abused by 2 older sisters during his formative years, decided to get a little of his own back when he reached his teens.
He’d hide in a darkened doorway in our rather creepy hallway upstairs, and then jump out and make booga-booga noises whenever the first unsuspecting sister was making her way to her room. This, of course, caused said sister to lurch about like Frankenstein’s monster and, inevitably, fall down the stairs. Hence, the scarring. You’d think we’d have caught on to this before the, oh, nine-hundredth time, but he would space out his scares and perform them randomly, so you couldn’t really lock onto a pattern. He’d also do this in the dark, dank, scary basement that nobody liked going into. I’m surprised I didn’t suffer heart failure or a stroke.
Little jerk. I miss him.
I get that a lot too. It’s not like I’m trying to be quiet, I just am. And cannot count the number of times I’ve walked into a room, walked up to someone and scare the livin’ shit out of em’ by saying, “Hey.”
Don’t get me wrong though, it can be fun as hell sometimes.
I am a big man, both tall and wide. A few years ago young man at work jumped out from behind a wall when I was working late and scared the piss out of me. Unfortunately, when I am scared I lash out and out of instinct I sceamed, lowered my shoulder and tossed him to the floor. Luckily, neither one of us was badly injured. And he no longer jumps out at people at night.