What's the Scariest Experience You've Ever Had?

[Northern Paladin]

1. Walking through a black inner-city neighborhood in Chicago with two other White friends, and ending up being chased by a gang of black teenagers. It was the middle of winter. Luckily a bus showed up exactly when the gang of teens did, and we got on as fast as we could. I was wearing a black blazer, a hat, and my hair was long. One of the negroids said they were going to "kill that faggott" referring to me, no doubt. As I was getting on the bus one of the negros managed to hit my head with a piece of ice. All the $$holes on the bus were staring at me saying "damn, he got his skull busted open", which pissed me off even more. I wanted to scream at the staring passengers, but figured the bus driver would only throw me out to the mercy of the negroid gang outside. I was wearing a pretty solid hat, so I wasn't physically hurt, but angry as hell.

2. Discovering, when I was a young boy, that sometimes my heart skips a beat. I kept it as a secret, hoping it would go away. Well, it did go away for quite a while, but when I reached adulthood (and my stress-level increased) I started getting a "skipped beat" feeling whenever I was overwhelmed with stress. I finally decided to get my heart checked out. The cardiologist told me it was completely normal to feel your heart "skip a beat" in times of stress or high caffeine use. The tests determined that my heart was "perfect" and that I'm healthy enough to run a marathon. They're called PAC's (the benign extra heartbeats) and PVC's (the less benign, but just as common among healthy adults apparently). I was told they can't hurt me, but still, it's god damn scary

[The Horned God]

When I about 17 I noticed a lump under the skin near my left nipple. I didn't pay any attention at first until it started to grow to about 10mm across. I went to the doctor with it and was referred to a specialist who told me it was "probably" benign but that it was better to have it taken out anyway.

I was so afraid I had cancer that I could hardly sleep at night. My piece of mind wasn't helped by the fact that a boy at my school had died of cancer a year or two previously. Luckily the operation was only a week later, otherwise the sleep deprivation might have driven me half mad.

The though I might have cancer chilled me to my very bones in a way that is hard to understand unless you have experienced feeling that your life is threatened. When I was told it was indeed benign the relief was colossal.

[Lady Vengeance]

The "scarriest" experience I ever had was when I rode my bike as a little girl, and fell off. I got a scar on my elbow.

[TXRog]

Had a gun pulled on me once out in west TX years ago.

I had a gun as well - what we call in TX a classic "Mexican standoff".

We were both pretty drunk and I convinced the guy even though I was drunk as well I was a much better shot and would have "dropped him" faster than he could pull the trigger.

It worked and then I went home and drank about an entire bottle of whiskey over the next several hours.

[flâneur]

Well i wasnt afraid at the time but when i think about it now it brings out a few goosebumps.....and was probably the stupidist thing i have ever done.(and i have pulled some pretty stupid stunts believe me).

I swam from south head to north head at the mouth of Sydney harbour for a thousand dollar bet when i was about 24 yrs old and lived in Australia.About half way across i nearly got run over by a tanker and christ knows how i never got eaten by a shark or swept out into the pacific.....anyway as i say that makes me cringe a bit when i think about it.

[bæny]

Firstly when I was in Skegness with my friend and an old guy with a hat on and binoculars emerged from behind the sand dunes, I had to double take to realise he was actually au natural, with his pocket panther hanging out . It wasn't even a nudist beach, and there were young kids about 50 yards away too .

Secondly when I woke up in the middle of the night and touched my head and felt a hand on it. It actually turned out that I just slept on my arm until it went dead, so when I touched the hand it felt like someone else's.

Thirdly, when there was a random earthquake (they're not to common in England of course) that woke me up to my room shaking all over the place, utter confusion.

[Northern Paladin]

Well i wasnt afraid at the time but when i think about it now it brings out a few goosebumps.....and was probably the stupidist thing i have ever done.(and i have pulled some pretty stupid stunts believe me).

I swam from south head to north head at the mouth of Sydney harbour for a thousand dollar bet when i was about 24 yrs old and lived in Australia.About half way across i nearly got run over by a tanker and christ knows how i never got eaten by a shark or swept out into the pacific.....anyway as i say that makes me cringe a bit when i think about it.

That reminds me, when I was 12 I used to go to work with my mom who worked in a highrise building. I would go up onto the roof (20 stories) and play. Sometimes I would stand right on the edge, and look down onto the street below. If a sudden gust came... ouch. I also threw stuff (wet toilet paper balls) down onto the sidewalk below, so if anybody had a heart attack I would be in deep shutz. It makes me cringe as well.

[Linden]

Firstly when I was in Skegness with my friend and an old guy with a hat on and binoculars emerged from behind the sand dunes, I had to double take to realise he was actually au natural, with his pocket panther hanging out . It wasn't even a nudist beach, and there were young kids about 50 yards away too .

Secondly when I woke up in the middle of the night and touched my head and felt a hand on it. It actually turned out that I just slept on my arm until it went dead, so when I touched the hand it felt like someone else's.

Thirdly, when there was a random earthquake (they're not to common in England of course) that woke me up to my room shaking all over the place, utter confusion.

This wouldn't happen to be the chap from Skegness you're talking about, would it?
http://www.skegness.gov.uk/images/ph...look_large.jpg

Seriously though, sounds pretty bad.

[Hamar Fox]

Getting diagnosed with cancer was quite scary. It was a strange experience for me. I wasn't scared straight away. When I got the phone call that there was 'something wrong with my blood' I got the usual heart-skips-a-beat feeling and the sudden chill, but between that call and getting to the hospital, I felt too surreal to describe myself as scared. The doctor spun me some half-truths about my medical situation which soften the blow of diagnosis quite a bit. That first night, though, was incredibly scary. I was scared until I got into hospital, after which I felt a lot more at ease with my fate. Not being alone helped.

There were moments of fear during my months of treatment (during which I was in hospital most of the time). I got scared when I hear people, especially nurses, laughing and joking at night. It made me realise how f-ed my preicament was, how everyone else's life was just going on as usual, and how nobody really gave a shit except my parents. It was a really claustrophobic experience too, knowing I was boxed in by fate. My chances of survival were never good, so that feeling pressed itself on me pretty hard sometimes. For the most part, though, I was able to blot negative thoughts out and immerse myself in other things.

When I relapsed, I was 99% sure I was going to die, but this time I was a lot more resigned. I just took it all in my stride. I just focused on enjoying what little life I had left. I wasn't really that scared at that point.

In the end I beat the ridiculously bad odds and survived (i'm nearly at my 5 years in remission = cure stage), so looking back on it seems weird. I actually don't think about how scared I was at the time. It's like looking at it from the outside. I can't really comprehend how I got through it. I can't really remember the intensity of what I felt, only that I felt it. I don't think I'll ever really feel much fear again, though. Even if I had the same experience. The whole thing hardened me, I think.

[bæny]

This wouldn't happen to be the chap from Skegness you're talking about, would it?
http://www.skegness.gov.uk/images/ph...look_large.jpg

Seriously though, sounds pretty bad.

DAMN THAT JOLLY FISHERMAN.

Yeah I know, it was a bit strange, I was thinking of calling the police but I wasn't sure (both me and my friend were 18+ too so they probably wouldn't have bothered doing anything). Obviously I should have because he was probably a paedophile or something if he's in such close proximity to children.