Author Topic: Scariest moment in your life?  (Read 7130 times)

I was being a mini-pyromaniac, just burning shredded paper with my cousin.
We were burning it by this guys fence, and I told my friend to help move it because of the fire dangers. He disagreed and I just gave up. Guess what? Literally 1-2 mins later THE loving HOUSE OWNER LOOKS OVER HIS FENCE and sees two 11 year old's burning stuff. He said he wouldn't call the cops BUT THEN THE MOTHERloving HEAD COP SHOWED UP AND MY FRIEND BOLTED AND I ALMOST stuff MY PANTS OH GOD WHY. I was in shock for the rest of the day and my parent's thought me being scared stuff-less was punishment enough. Everything went better than expected.

excluding movies and dreams, nothing really
just like I haven't had any serious injuries
my worst injury was a scrape on my knee I got while skating down a hill a few years ago
and that wasn't even scary
once Isaiah was able to stand up again, he picked me up and dragged me over to where my parent's car was
you thanked him for that right?
because if you didn't, you're the worst friend

I sometimes have dreams where something extremley terrifying happens and I just can't wake up. And if I scream in the dream, it just sounds like I can't breathe or something. It's really scary and I wake up in sweats.

I also have a less scary incident.

My grandma pulled into the parking lot and called for help with her bags (She just came in from the Bahamas). I was picked as the little schlep, so I went down to help her.
I wasn't thinking as I went down the stairs. It rained earlier, and sure enough, I was flying down the stairs. I didn't even hit any of the other stairs, I just fell down to the next floor. I was in shock while I got up and looked around. My arm was limp so I just held it up while I went back to the house (forget grandma she can help herself). As soon as I sat down on the couch the pain set in. I fractured my humerus and had to let it heal for like a month.


One time, I was having a dream, and then in the dream SOME forgetTARD MENTIONED HOLDING THEIR BREATH and then I woke up gasping for air. That was the first time I experienced sleep paralysis, I couldn't move a single thing on my body for like 10 seconds. I only happened 2 times more in a short time of the first incident, but then it hasn't happened since.
« Last Edit: March 21, 2012, 05:25:54 PM by matthewbim11 »

you thanked him for that right?
because if you didn't, you're the worst friend

Of course I did :I

Did the bike survive?

Yes.

Wait, so he picked you up, put you back down, and THEN dragged you over the rocky terrain?

I fractured my humorous and had to let it heal for like a month.
I find this sentence funny (no matter how biologically correct it is)

I find this sentence funny (no matter how biologically correct it is)
it's actually not correct, the name of the bone is humerus

it's actually not correct, the name of the bone is humerus
god damnit you


Wait, so he picked you up, put you back down, and THEN dragged you over the rocky terrain?

No, he picked me up, (took me over to my parents car, he didn't drag me ON the rocky terrain), put me back down and called for help, if that makes any sense :/

Once i went to one of my relatives house and it was really big, at night I had to go to the bathroom and when i was in the toilet the power went out.t

I wondered around in the pitch darkness for about an hour trying to find my room.

OHGOD YESA i remember the definitely scariest moment in my life (other things ive done have been a lot more dangerous but this just freaked me the forget out)
When i was about 11-12 me and my friend got water balloons and hid in the bushes at the bottom of my driveway to throw them at cars, i through one and it hit a car then the car immediately stopped and me and my friend looked at eachother like "forget" so i ran inside and my friend was trying to hide behind our car but i called him in then locked the door, my friend ran and sat next to my dad trying to act casual and i ran out the back into the garden and full on hid because there was a guy slamming the stuff out of the door yelling how he would loving kill us and tear us apart, luckily my dad is basically deaf and my mom was on the phone and either ignored/magically didn't hear him. After about 15 minutes he left and we went to check outside and he had picked up the bucket we had the balloons in and smashed it through my window.
I was loving pissing myself.