Scariest Moments in Your Life

[Free Arabian Nation]

For the sake of not giving me a panic attack, I will tell you a story that does not involve not-advertiser friendly scenarios and one that involves a ram.

When I was six, I was walking down the street to meet up with a friend of mine when I heard this beastly sound. It sounded, to me at the age of six anyways, like the Devil himself was cursing me down. I turned around and there it was. The cutest ram you would ever see. It was all buggy-eyed and looking at me while making that god-awful scream. Of course, me being six, I got scared shitless of the harmless animal and ran away screaming for my mother.

Looking back, it was rather silly, but at the time I was so freaking scared I thought that the day I saw that ram was the day I would die.

The ram was like "one of us is going down"

Nah man, looking back that goat looked pretty nice and friendly. Maybe it was just asking for directions or something.

In the mind of an imaginative six-year-old, however, the goat was literally going to kill me and then trample on my grave/

[Des-Bal]

A man held a gun to me and threatened my life. I was not aware of the gun. Regardless of what was said after I wasn't brave I was just fucked up.

[Kombinita Socialisma Demokratio]

Someone taking a gun to the first high school I attended (it was a private school and no one cared, but I still did not trust the person, especially considering it was left unattended where about 150 teenagers could get it).
At said school, a yelling fundamentalist man...
Not making a turn skiing because of ice on the gentlest "black diamond" slope (first time on that level), then hitting and sliding on the fence.
Thinking it was cold enough that all the wasps died, then finding out that several in that nest were very much alive.

[Czechoda]

I only Remember the Second Story.

1st Story: When i was 5 i was on a Glass Table that i Managed to Smash and a Piece went in my Eyebrow.

2nd Story: When i was 11 on my way to School a Stray Rottweiler ran up to me only Managing to Grab my Jacket but i was on the Verge of having a Heart Attack.

[-Ocelot-]

Probably the scariest moment in my life was about a year or something ago, when someone in my church took me out of a youth meeting to spend two hours trying to change something about me. It's also basically the only time I've cried in ten years or something. That was actually terrifying at the time, although I've seen snakes before too.

Wait...what? Care to elaborate?

[Geneviev]

Probably the scariest moment in my life was about a year or something ago, when someone in my church took me out of a youth meeting to spend two hours trying to change something about me. It's also basically the only time I've cried in ten years or something. That was actually terrifying at the time, although I've seen snakes before too.

Wait...what? Care to elaborate?

This person in my church decided to lecture/pray for me with something personal that's considered sin, and God can be frightening at times.

Also, snakes are scary. I had to add that.

[-Ocelot-]

Wait...what? Care to elaborate?

This person in my church decided to lecture/pray for me with something personal that's considered sin, and God can be frightening at times.

Also, snakes are scary. I had to add that.

The guy threatened you with snakes? I don't understand.

[An Alan Smithee Nation]

When I was about four, my dad took me on a plane and we went to stay with some people he knew in London. He seemed wound up and stressed. Then he took me to a hospital and left me there. He hadn't prepared me for this happening in any way.

[Geneviev]

This person in my church decided to lecture/pray for me with something personal that's considered sin, and God can be frightening at times.

Also, snakes are scary. I had to add that.

The guy threatened you with snakes? I don't understand.

Sorry, I'm not making sense. The snakes are a separate thing that also happened at my church (for absolutely no logical reason).

[The Caleshan Valkyrie]

This past year has been an eventful one.

Getting diagnosed with autoimmune hepatitis was a big one, but most of the lead up to that event involved me chuckling at how quickly the doctors and nurses went from walking around to running.

No, the scariest part was about a month later. You see, I had been prescribed a steroid called prednisone in order to combat my immune system’s siege upon my liver. Prednisone has a rather impressive cruise line of side effects (One of which was ‘hiccups’ which I initially thought to be a joke. It wasn’t) among which is that it slows natural healing and exacerbates ulcers.

One of my ulcers got exacerbated into a hole.

I’m lying in bed at 330 in the morning, worst case of indigestion ever, and then ‘blorp’. An exquisite explosion of agony erupts in my chest and I’m almost instantly crying in pain. I know that the nearest hospital specializes in foisting tough cases on other hospitals, so I drive myself to the next closest one.

I got pulled over, too. Damn cop didn’t even escort me, but I was heading out of county, so maybe he couldn’t help that much.

I walk into the ER, and the security guard takes one look at me, big dude crying like a baby and barely managing to say ‘help... me...’ and whips out a wheelchair. I passed out not long after. It was luck alone that I managed to send a text to my mom before I blacked out, because she called me after I became unresponsive and the docs were able to get permission to operate pretty quick.

I wake up about a day later with a stapled up slit from sternum to navel.

But that night before... I do believe that was life-altering and scary as fuck.

EDITED TO ADD: The septic shock I experienced just before spring break was a close second.

[Barkingmad]

Seeing my toddler son gasping for breath when I checked on him in the night. Realising the asthma medication doesn't work and having to call 7 doctor before I can get him to hospital.
The realisation that I am utterly helpless to aid my son in his struggle to breath was the most scary moment of my life.

[Neutraligon]

Don't remember how old I was but I went to the beach with my family and was swimming in the ocean. Decided to swim pretty deep, and when I came up for air, I was underneath a rather large circular raft (1 meant for a pretty large number of people). There was no pocket, so I tried to swim further, only I ended up still under the raft and really needed to breath. Kept swimming and finally managed to get out from under that thing.

[Rojava Free State]

This past year has been an eventful one.

Getting diagnosed with autoimmune hepatitis was a big one, but most of the lead up to that event involved me chuckling at how quickly the doctors and nurses went from walking around to running.

No, the scariest part was about a month later. You see, I had been prescribed a steroid called prednisone in order to combat my immune system’s siege upon my liver. Prednisone has a rather impressive cruise line of side effects (One of which was ‘hiccups’ which I initially thought to be a joke. It wasn’t) among which is that it slows natural healing and exacerbates ulcers.

One of my ulcers got exacerbated into a hole.

I’m lying in bed at 330 in the morning, worst case of indigestion ever, and then ‘blorp’. An exquisite explosion of agony erupts in my chest and I’m almost instantly crying in pain. I know that the nearest hospital specializes in foisting tough cases on other hospitals, so I drive myself to the next closest one.

I got pulled over, too. Damn cop didn’t even escort me, but I was heading out of county, so maybe he couldn’t help that much.

I walk into the ER, and the security guard takes one look at me, big dude crying like a baby and barely managing to say ‘help... me...’ and whips out a wheelchair. I passed out not long after. It was luck alone that I managed to send a text to my mom before I blacked out, because she called me after I became unresponsive and the docs were able to get permission to operate pretty quick.

I wake up about a day later with a stapled up slit from sternum to navel.

But that night before... I do believe that was life-altering and scary as fuck.

EDITED TO ADD: The septic shock I experienced just before spring break was a close second.

My mom is on prednisone right now. She's in terrible health as a result, and has been for quite some time since she took it. Some drugs seem to do way more harm than good. Honestly beyond marijuana I don't put anything else in my body unless I literally am gonna die if I dont. There's just so much risk involved with certain substances

[Betelgeuse Alliance]

There was this one time in some sort of natural environment picnic area, where I was playing on the shore of a small river with family bbq'ing, I was like 5 or 6 years old at the time. The river was pretty deep for its size and had a very powerful current, to the point you could hear the water roaring through it. I was warned not to get near the shore at all, but I was too stubborn back then, so when they weren't watching I tried to inch closer to the edge, because I wanted to see the small fish swimming between the rocks. I believe there also was a steep waterfall somewhere downstream, though I couldn't see it.

As you probably already guessed, I went in a little too far and could feel the river pulling me in at my legs, so I immediately started crying out of fear. The river then fully dragged me in and I thought all hope was lost, until from the corner of my eye my dad sprinted in from the shore and saved me. If I weren't watched carefully enough back then, there's a chance that you guys may never have been able to read this... I'm 19 now, and I still remember that terrifying moment.

Moral of the story: sometimes you learn things the hard way before you consider to change...

[Nakena]

My mom is on prednisone right now. She's in terrible health as a result, and has been for quite some time since she took it. Some drugs seem to do way more harm than good. Honestly beyond marijuana I don't put anything else in my body unless I literally am gonna die if I dont. There's just so much risk involved with certain substances

Sounds like its some kinda high dosage over prolonged time.

I've took it too briefly and the side effect were mostly sleep disorders and woozyness. But it was not a high dosage.

[Rojava Free State]

My mom is on prednisone right now. She's in terrible health as a result, and has been for quite some time since she took it. Some drugs seem to do way more harm than good. Honestly beyond marijuana I don't put anything else in my body unless I literally am gonna die if I dont. There's just so much risk involved with certain substances

Sounds like its some kinda high dosage over prolonged time.

I've took it too briefly and the side effect were mostly sleep disorders and woozyness. But it was not a high dosage.

She's probably on as high of a dose as they can legally hand out. It's for her allergy to grass which for some reason got worse recently to a point contact with the plant can cause extreme swelling of the face, trouble breathing and bloodshot eyes. The drug itself isn't much better than the condition it treats though.

[Ghost Land]

Probably the scariest moment in my life was about a year or something ago, when someone in my church took me out of a youth meeting to spend two hours trying to change something about me. It's also basically the only time I've cried in ten years or something. That was actually terrifying at the time, although I've seen snakes before too.

You were 14 and hadn't cried in a decade up until that point?

I started crying really easily, especially out of anger, until age 12, and after that I cried a lot around 15-16 because of teen angst and hatred of school. Not crying for a decade, especially at a time when most people cry a lot, seems messed up to me.

As for scariest moments in my life, whenever I have a nosebleed that lasts more than half an hour it's always pretty scary, and when I'd get called down to the vice principal's office in high school. I knew the admins hated me, and yet I found myself in there more times than a lot of kids who were a lot naughtier than I was, literally having the shakes the entire time. Whenever someone would come into the classroom with a yellow or white pass out of class, I would always freak out, literally jump back in my seat and scream, worried it was for me and I was going to get in trouble (despite often not knowing what for). I've always tended to think of the worst-case scenario, and I pictured myself getting suspended, kicked out of school for good, etc., and then just imagined how mad my dad would be. His rants could be scary in and of themselves, especially during and right after Christmas when I was 16. I just felt like there was no way to escape his wrath for a while

[Chan Island]

Don't really know, and have reason to suspect I might not react to scary things in the same way others might so... shrug, I guess?

[Rojava Free State]

Probably the scariest moment in my life was about a year or something ago, when someone in my church took me out of a youth meeting to spend two hours trying to change something about me. It's also basically the only time I've cried in ten years or something. That was actually terrifying at the time, although I've seen snakes before too.

You were 14 and hadn't cried in a decade up until that point?

I started crying really easily, especially out of anger, until age 12, and after that I cried a lot around 15-16 because of teen angst and hatred of school. Not crying for a decade, especially at a time when most people cry a lot, seems messed up to me.

As for scariest moments in my life, whenever I have a nosebleed that lasts more than half an hour it's always pretty scary, and when I'd get called down to the vice principal's office in high school. I knew the admins hated me, and yet I found myself in there more times than a lot of kids who were a lot naughtier than I was, literally having the shakes the entire time. Whenever someone would come into the classroom with a yellow or white pass out of class, I would always freak out, literally jump back in my seat and scream, worried it was for me and I was going to get in trouble (despite often not knowing what for). I've always tended to think of the worst-case scenario, and I pictured myself getting suspended, kicked out of school for good, etc., and then just imagined how mad my dad would be. His rants could be scary in and of themselves, especially during and right after Christmas when I was 16. I just felt like there was no way to escape his wrath for a while

Why are you me? I'm me

[Ghost Land]

-snip-

Why are you me? I'm me

Which part? Crying, nosebleeds, or fear of getting in trouble?

[Chan Island]

You were 14 and hadn't cried in a decade up until that point?

I started crying really easily, especially out of anger, until age 12, and after that I cried a lot around 15-16 because of teen angst and hatred of school. Not crying for a decade, especially at a time when most people cry a lot, seems messed up to me.

As for scariest moments in my life, whenever I have a nosebleed that lasts more than half an hour it's always pretty scary, and when I'd get called down to the vice principal's office in high school. I knew the admins hated me, and yet I found myself in there more times than a lot of kids who were a lot naughtier than I was, literally having the shakes the entire time. Whenever someone would come into the classroom with a yellow or white pass out of class, I would always freak out, literally jump back in my seat and scream, worried it was for me and I was going to get in trouble (despite often not knowing what for). I've always tended to think of the worst-case scenario, and I pictured myself getting suspended, kicked out of school for good, etc., and then just imagined how mad my dad would be. His rants could be scary in and of themselves, especially during and right after Christmas when I was 16. I just felt like there was no way to escape his wrath for a while

Why are you me? I'm me

Plottwist; you 2 are actually the same person.

[Bluelight-R006]

Why are you me? I'm me

Plottwist; you 2 are actually the same person.

Wait till you realise many people share that same feeling.

[Kannap]

Spring 2018, I decided to take a week long backpacking trip along 75 miles of the Appalachian Trail. I found the stretch I'd wanted to hike, I'd hiked part of that section before. It was March and I was ready, I thought, for the backpacking that week. I started just north of Doll Flats, where the AT intersects Highway 19E in Tennessee. I made my way south, my goal was to make it across Doll Flats, the Humps, and set up camp in the red barn shelter at Yellow Mountain Gap.

Well, I got started a little later in the day than I anticipated. I made it past Doll Flats, made it over Big Hump, and fell into the gap between the two Humps. By the time I'd made it there, the Sun was setting fast and night was falling. This happened to be a very windy day. Wind speeds were reported to be up to 50mph across the balds: Doll Flats, Big Hump, Little Hump. I knew I couldn't continue hiking because if I got to Little Hump I wouldn't be able to set up camp because the wind would blow my tent - and me - down the mountain. I knew I couldn't make it to Yellow Mountain Gap and the red barn that night, so I found a patch of trees in the gap between the Humps, found a spot of flat ground where it looked relatively dry and not covered with snow, and set up my tent.

It was freezing, the Sun had gone soon after I pitched my tent and I immediately climbed into my sleeping bag for warmth. I don't think I got much sleep that night as I managed to be kept awake all night feeling like I was going to freeze to death at any moment and praying for God to just let me make it through the night. I eventually fell asleep since when I woke up it was still freezing but the Sun was up and it was snowing. I broke down camp and decided to abandon my trip because of the bad conditions and poor weather. I hiked back over Big Hump, Doll Flats, and got a friend to pick me up where I started.

Another friend who follows Appalachian Trail thru hikers on the trail journals website told me that weekend that the weather conditions were miserable on the trail and it sounded like everybody in the area was getting off the trail and she told me being smart is knowing when to get off the mountain. I still look forward to thru hiking the Appalachian Trail one day, but I still look back on that one night as the most terrifying night of my life and perhaps my closest-to-death experience.

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Back in 2010, I used to drive my grandma to church cause she was too old to drive anymore. I didn't stay with her because I'm an atheist and these people were fundamentalist Pentecostals, they didn't handle snakes but they were one step away from it. Someone from the church would take her home.

Anyway, I stopped at a gas station one time on my way back to get an energy drink, and the cashier asked me if I wanted to buy Spice (synthetic cannabinoids, some sort of leaf sprayed with chemicals that was supposed to feel like real weed). They had banned it by 2011 but in 2010 it was everywhere and gas stations were openly selling it, there were glass cases on top of the register full of different kinds of fake weed.

I had tried it once before, a woman on my college campus invited me to smoke it with her. And we smoked it right there in front of everyone cause it was legal and no one cared anyway. I didn't really like it. I got high but in a really blank sort of way, instead of my brain making all kinds of connections and an endless flow of thoughts like one expects from real cannabis, I was totally vacant.

So I didn't really want to try it again but when I declined, the cashier offered it to me for half price and promised it was really good. And I was bored so I bought it.

Later that night, after my parents went to sleep I went to smoke it on the side of the house. I kept inhaling but nothing happened. I was about to go back inside and just accept this dude sold me oregano or something that wouldn't do anything, but just as that thought crossed my mind, I realized I was standing all the way down the street and lost 10 minutes. I had totally disassociated. Then it got bad.

I became convinced that I had permanently broken my brain. It felt like I was severely mentally challenged and had absolutely no attention span, I forgot who I even was. I tried to remember things about me like my name, what kind of music I liked, what are my political ideals, but everything I thought of were words that were nothing more than meaningless sounds. I realized I was empty, everything about my identity was gone, and that I would be stuck like that forever.

Now, we've all heard of people who think they'll be stuck forever, but with real weed you know that isn't actually true. If I had smoked weed, I would have been able to tell myself I'm just high and that this would end. But I had no idea what I smoked, and it made a lot of sense to me that this was different, this did permanent damage. It was actually plausible this shit destroyed my brain. I began to imagine the rest of my life in some state facility where nurses feed me and bathe me and I sit there vacant until the day I die.

I tried to calm myself down by sitting on the floor of the shower under hot water, but the sound of the water got twisted into this most horrifying sound, the sound that would echo eternally in hell if hell were real. And even after I got out of the shower, the sound didn't go away.

I got into bed and turned on the TV, I decided to watch 1000 Ways to Die because I remembered it was a funny show and it could calm me down, plus if I could focus on the stories, maybe my brain wasn't broken after all. But my attention span didn't last even 3 seconds. I couldn't even keep track of half of one sentence. For an hour, I kept trying, desperately trying to get my mind back by paying attention to the show, convinced if I couldn't that was proof my brain is damaged forever. And every passing minute just convinced me it was more hopeless than ever.

I fell asleep with the TV on. I woke up 10 hours later and I was fine again, and I just felt so happy it was over. I never did Spice again. That shit is not weed, it is nothing close to weed. And that particular batch from that one gas station was hell on earth.

[Partybus]

That would be the day I was diagnosed with cancer...