When life is boring, we wish it could be more like a movie. But hardly anyone ever wishes their life was more like a horror movie. We often want to put our horrible experiences behind us. Still, sometimes, sharing them with other people can help us get things off our chest and maybe bring awareness to things people wouldn’t normally pay attention to.
So when a person asked, “What is the scariest experience you have gone through?“, thousands of people rushed to share their stories and show support for people who were brave enough to tell theirs. If you feel inspired to share your own life-changing scary story, feel free to do so in the comments, dear Pandas!
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When I was eleven years old, my neighbor was using a bulldozer to clear out some of the wooded area on his property. For context, we lived in a waaaay rural area; while the property lines were touching at the back end of the property, it would have taken twenty minutes to walk from our driveway to their driveway.
In this said wooded area, where our neighbors generally said we were allowed to play, I had constructed/cleared a little hiding place in a hollow in the ground surrounded by a big stump and some fallen trees.
The day of the bulldozing, I was watching from the edge of the wooded area when I suddenly had the STUPIDEST idea of my life: wouldn’t it be so much easier to watch from the hiding place? So I walked over and climbed in while my neighbor was facing another direction. I watched from a large peephole as he disappeared behind the big stump that was the largest portion of wall in my hiding place.
Wait… why didn’t he appear on the other side?
The stump started moving toward me at what seemed like light speed. To my horror, my feet were immediately caught underneath the clay clumped in the roots. I fell on my back, screaming. No one was going to hear me while the bulldozer was going, though. I screamed and tried to shake bushes around me to catch my neighbor’s attention, but he didn’t notice. The stump creeped further and further up my leg, sometimes stopping as the dozer repositioned, but always resuming its terrifying movement. It couldn’t have taken that long, but it felt like hours.
I knew I was going to die. I would die buried under earth and debris and no one would know what happened to me.
When the stump reached my waist, a miracle happened. It stopped moving! The bulldozer shut off, and suddenly I could hear my own screaming! So could everyone else, as my neighbor ran over, my sisters and mom sprinted down from our house, and for some reason my dog Cookie was licking my face.
Three hours, twenty volunteer firefighters, two jaws of life, and an ambulance later, I found out why I was alive. My scruffy little schnauzer Cookie, the hero that she was, had come to save me. I’m tearing up just typing this. I guess she heard me screaming or had already been close or something, but she jumped on top of the stump and stared down that bulldozer, barking at it like it was a mountain lion that was ready to eat me. Of course my neighbor didn’t want to hurt her, so he cut off the machine and finally heard me shrieking for help.
My injuries ended up not being too bad, considering. Leg broken in a couple places, several surgeries, in a wheelchair for a few months. Cookie and I made the front page in every city in the county, and two different feed companies awarded her a year’s supply of dog food. My sweet puppy is no longer with us, but she’ll always be the best dog I could ever have. I miss you girl, and thank you.
tl;dr My neighbor accidentally pushed a thousand-pound stump on top of me, and my dog saved my life.
It's happening right now. My wife is in the ICU with pneumonia on top of a year+ long battle with cancer. Sedated, on a ventilator and barely clinging to life, her heart could just give out at any time and that's it. I'm literally sitting in her room all night fully expecting to lose her sometime tonight or in the next couple days. Ive been through some scary moments in my life, but in a completely different way, this is by far the scariest night of my life.
My husband calling me to tell me his brother took his parents' lives and that I needed to get the dogs and myself out of the house immediately in case his brother was on his way to our house. I was incredibly fortunate that a neighbor let me hide the dogs in her garage and come in until my husband gave me the all clear to go home.
Giving birth to my son, they put him on my chest for about 5 seconds then snatched him up and an entire team of medical types crowded around him working in complete silence. He wasn't breathing. I got to see him for all of 3 seconds, and only heard a couple of weak cries before they rushed him to the NICU. Two hours later they came up to tell us he was on a ventilator and not doing great, they suspected a heart defect and were going to helicopter him to the closest children's hospital (about 90 miles away). We did not get to see him for five hours and it was a couple days before we could hold him. I gave birth at midnight, so all of this was happening in the late late hours.
A couple of relatively common issues had happened, both of which on their own need immediate attention but are not difficult to deal with, but the resolution of one caused serious problems because of the second. His heart is fine. He's a perfectly happy healthy preschooler now who is squirting bath water into the tub faucet and laughing hysterically.
My mom was in ICU for a month when I was 18. She'd come out of ICU and been moved to a regular room and she seemed to be getting better. I had a scholarship to college and she told me to go. I did and I didn't want to go. This was my one shot, you know? But I wanted to stay and be there for her, but she told me to go, so I did. Second day of classes I got a call at 5am. She'd arrested. She had no living will so they brought her back and she was on life support but had no brain activity. I had to sign the papers to turn off the machines. I was 18 and she was my only family. I'm 51 now and I'm tearing up as I write this. I k*lled my mother. Yes, yes, I know, brain dead. They did scans, the neurologist advised me, I've had counseling. But at the end of the day, I signed papers, they turned off machines, and my mother died. And then I was alone. Make a living will. Don't ever put your children or spouse through what I went through.
I grew up thinking my house was haunted.
Weird s**t would happen all of the time. I’d walk into rooms and lights would turn on. I’d go to the kitchen in the middle of the night and cupboards would be open. I’d hear footsteps upstairs when I was home alone. I’d feel the ghost sit down on the bed while I was trying to sleep… ya know, typical “haunting” stuff that would freak any kid out.
Then I had a stalker that started getting weird when I was in my late teens.
Turns out it was much, much worse than I could have imagined.
The stalker was actually a peeping Tom that had been watching me since I was (possibly as young as) 7. As it turns out, there was no ghost and the house wasn’t haunted. The psycho was breaking in when I was home alone and f*****g with me (as a little kid!). As I got older, he got more bold. He’d come in at night when my parents were home and even sit on my bed while I was trying to sleep.
Pretty sure he found where my mom stashed the extra key and just made a copy. Never caught the guy, cops said it was “just some high school boy making jokes.”
I’ve had lots of therapy.
Sorry what??? "just some high school boy making jokes'? Sounds like your friendly police department didn't feel like getting their finger out to resolve this situation.
Ain't it great how psychotic behavior is sometimes just made out to be 'boys who do stupid s**t'?
Load More Replies...Sounds like that bunch of mother f*****s didn't feel like working. I'm not surprised you needed lots of therapy. I would have moved to a bunker and bought a gun, and obviously learnt how to shoot to kill. In general, I'm against weapons, but what else can people do when those who are supposed to protect you aren't willing to do their job?
I'm sorry, he was F*****G WITH YOU WHEN YOU WERE AS YOUNG AS SEVEN, and the police thought he was MAKING JOKES? I WILL STRANGLE THAT POLICE DEPARTMENT AND THEN STRANGLE THE KID!
Kids making jokes? What kind of sick weird dismissive thinking is this? This is terrifying. My god the trauma that poor person went through. Its just horrifying. I can't believe how they were treated.
My ex stalked and harassed me for over a year. He did weird sh*t like that, too. He'd sit in the front garden wailing "Why don't you love me?" Slashed my tires, etc. Even though I'd changed the locks, he broke in while my kids & I were at a wedding. His calling card? Leaving my jewelry box on top of the toaster. I got to work only to find a shoebox full of cards I'd given him in the back seat of my car (which was in the locked garage). We were having dinner one night and could hear him in the attic crawl space above us. The King County Sheriff officers were the best. I was on a first name basis with at leat 20 of them. As soon as my number showed up they were dispatched. He always managed to get away split seconds before they arrived. He left death threats against me & my kids ON MY ANSWERING MACHINE and Caller ID showed he had called from HIS PARENT'S HOUSE. Finally had cause to arrest him. Mf*cker went to jail for a year & we moved. Being stalked is horrifying.
Nope not some high school boy. Freak who was into your house. Cops needed to get their heads out of their àssès. Glad therapy helped did mom believe you?
Something's off in this story.....if all this is true and not just the perception of the OP, of course the police would react. And if not caught, how is this stated as a fact, not just a suspicion? I feel for the OP, but something's not right.
Maybe they saw him or someone else saw him but they never figured out who it was
Load More Replies... When I was a teenager I had an irregular heart rhythm, and required a medication called adenosine.
Adenosine is usually given via infusion just once or twice, in hospital under careful monitoring, and the side effects include an 'impending sense of doom'. This side effect relates to your heart beat temporarily stopping. This fires signals to your brain, telling you it's time to panic. Or you've reached the end.
'Impending sense of doom' doesn't begin to describe it. I was told in advance, but nothing prepares you for it. I went from sitting on the hospital bed, just finished a sandwich and thinking about my year 11 exam, to suddenly being certain that I was going to die here. I've never felt so sure of anything - I couldn't move or speak, and my mind suddenly raced very fast, to the extent I couldn't keep up with my own thoughts. It was similar to what you hear about your life flashing before your eyes. My brain was drowning, and telling me to find more oxygen - even though I was breathing fine. I was suddenly sure this was a nightmare, that this hospital was fake and all the doctors and nurses were actors, and I was poisoned.
Then it was over in seconds. I haven't had a single heart problem since.
My ex husband pressed a loaded pistol to my forehead and screamed at me because he thought I had cheated on him. I hadn't, but my emotional state was in such a bad condition that all I could think was, just pull the damn trigger, I know I haven't cheated and at least if I'm dead I won't have to be this unhappy anymore. It was not the first nor the last time he hurt me, but I got out eventually after being thrown down stairs, across rooms, threatened with a knife, punched, choked, burned with cigarettes and manipulated to make me think it was my fault. Screw that a*****e.
So many of these terrifying moments involve guns. What if... you know... guns weren't available to buy literally in Walmart?
My son had his first seizure while I was driving. He was in the back seat and I heard a noise. I looked in the rearview mirror and he was convulsing with blood running out of his mouth. Then he collapsed, I thought he had died. To this day, I don't know how I was able to get off the freeway, call 911 and check his pulse. He was 7 years seizure free on Nov. 29, but that one day changed my life forever.
Please no negative comments about this. It’s irritating when I get asked did I think to catch the ball. I got hit in the left eye at a baseball game by a line drive. It was going at 100 mph. It was to late to think is that the ball coming at my face because it is small and at the speed hard to see. I was looking for it as soon as I heard it leave the bat. I didn’t realize how much of an impact it had on my face until I sat down. I was standing up after the 8 inning stretch when it hit me. I was going to walk it off like a black eye but as soon as I sat down I knew something was wrong. I couldn’t see out of my left eye. The rush around me from my boyfriend (now my husband) and from others around me was frightening. I ended up losing my eye. Adjusting wasn’t hard because of the support system around me.
My ex bf breaking into my house when I was asleep. Ambushed me in bed, r*ped me, beat me unconscious...woke up naked on the road, someone had luckily seen me and stopped, they were checking my pulse. His plan was to leave me there so someone else would k*ll me (accidentally.) Still in therapy dealing with PTSD.
I was visiting some family in Edmonton years and years ago and they use to have this big fair full of rides and attractions. I wish I could remember the name sorry. All the rides were your standard carnival rides, the gravitron, tilt-a-whirl, log flume, etc. I had gone to many of these traveling fairs in my time and had a good time so thought nothing of it. After going on a few rides and having fun I decided to go on that ride that is the boat the goes back and forth before going all the way around. So at the beginning everything seemed fine. However at a certain point when going back the safety bar that was suppose to hold me in place just fell forward. It had not locked in and the ride was underway. The ride started heading the other way and the safety bar fell back on to me again. I pulled it as hard towards myself hoping to lock it into place. Yet when we started heading back the bar just flopped completely open again. I was s******g myself. I literally thought I was going to fall out of this ride and die. All those carnival horror stories were true I was fearing. I just wrapped my arms around the bar and held myself with my hands. If worst happened I would dangle from the bar I thought. Fortunately after a rocky ride it came to an end and I was safe with maybe only leaving my seat a few inches. I immediately ran to one of the workers after I got off and told them. The ride was shut down for 30 minutes after and I was done having fun for the night. The only other time I've been that scared since was the few times I've had sleep paralysis .
When my daughter was about two, and was choking on something. I tilted her upside down and beat her back, nothing came up. She was making zero noise, fully suffocating. I was a complete mess, thought she was going to die in my arms. No sooner than I was out the door to jump in my van for the hospital she started whining and coughing. Best sound of my life. Took her to her pediatrician right away. They sent us to hospital for xray to see if object had been swallowed or possibly rearranged in her trachea. Got home and there was a bloody nickel on kitchen floor where incident occured. The whole thing probably lasted 20 seconds of her not breathing, but it felt like nightmare slow motion. This event actually pushed me to pursuing an EMT career. I completed EMT Basic, ended up deciding it wasn't the field for me. But the schooling was a great course of first aid I will carry forever, and I learned CPR and heimlech which I feel every single caregiver should learn.
Everyone should learn CPR. Saving a life is wonderful. My mother (then 65) performed chest compressions on my step-dad when he collapsed (and "died") if not for her efforts he wouldn't be here today. His heart went into a rhythm called ventricular fibrillation and he needed to be shocked out of out, but her compressions kept him going until first responders arrived.
I was put in jail by some corrupt cops saying that my kid wasn't my kid. He put me in there for welfare fraud, as I was getting food stamps for us both.
I had to spend MONTHS in jail as I couldn't afford bond and I refused to settle, demanding a jury trial as my kid is my kid.
This is all while I'm trying to get treatment for a major tumor, which set me back for months. After that, I couldn't afford both the tumor treatment and a place to live, so I was homeless after jail.
I'm still feeling the effects from that a decade later.
This is so wrong! They should have to help or owe you some type of compensation when you’re found innocent!!
Scary, just a few weeks ago I got robbed at gunpoint by three guys that came up behind me. It was 9PM and right in front of my house. Even when I complied and gave them my cash, they still punched and kicked me afterwards. My focus was on trying to make sure they didn't get my keys either to my house, where my wife and kids were at the time, or my truck that I was unloading. They did get my phone though and dumped it off a bridge. The police found it, but it was smashed to hell, but they did get prints off of it and there is a warrant out for one of the guys. Still scary that they know where I live.
Wow. I try to be alert, especially in parking lots, but unfortunately these events cannot be avoided.
I have walked in on my best friend's corpse after a s*icide.
My baby's crib caught fire in the middle of the night. Some people's literal worst nightmare.
Edit: My baby was in it and he was severely burnt and spent a month intubated and in a medically-induced coma. He is 5 now and is ok though!
The fire was a freak accident. His humidifier caught fire, smoldered for a little while and drained the oxygen in the room before the smoke alarm went off. When we opened the door to his room if flooded with oxygen creating a backdraft and launched a fireball at his crib.
I'd just finished a night shift, I'd only been asleep for a few hours band I got woken up by my mother frantically hammering on my front door. Open it to be told I needed to get to the hospital PDFQ as my wife had been taken in at 30 weeks pregnant, she'd had a placental abruption while out and about and was being rushed for an emergency C Section. The surgeon who operated told us after the fact that 5 minutes later and both her and my son would have been dead.
That whole day, man..... Best and worst day of my f*****g life.
Firefight while i was in the forces. At the time you just kind of shut off and run on instinct/training. But once it's all over, you look down and see you've pissed yourself, your mind runs through it again and again. That s**t stays with you for years. 15 years later and fireworks still f**k me up.
My uncle fought in Vietnam and doesn't talk about it much but this is almost word for word how he described being in a firefight. You can be engaged with the enemy for hours and not even think about what's happing. Your training immediately kicks in and instinct takes over, you're fighting for the guys to your left and your right. Its after the fight when everything is quiet and you're picking up the pieces of your friends and going through inventory that the fear kicks in. That war broke him, by all accounts he was your average 19 year old with a bright future before the war. He spiraled into a bad place for 30 years, no family, spotty employment, substance abuse issues, ect. before he got therapy and you can still see the cracks sometimes when he gets stressed. If you enjoy the freedoms your country affords you, thank a veteran (I know Vietnam is a bad example). They went through hell so you don't have to.
I got caught in a rockslide and fell off a cliff while backpacking. Early Spring, things were starting to melt, we were hiking on a ridge and looking for a way down the side, maybe a 60 - 70 degree loose scree slope, to a stream about 500 feet below. I was in the lead, heading down at an angle, rocks kicked out from under my feet, and I fell backwards onto my butt. All of sudden, the entire slope around me began to move en mass, like an island of broken up rocks with me sitting in the middle. I rode it down the hill, bouncing off stuff and trying to stop myself and dig in but no luck, just picking up speed. At the bottom, the hill dropped off to a 40 ft cliff, and I was launched off with the slide. I landed in a pile of debris and loose stuff that previously came down, including a lot of loose snow, which mostly absorbed the energy. I was mostly OK, muddy, lots of scratches and bruises, a separated shoulder and broken tail bone, but I was able to walk out. My one memory is being in mid air, time standing still, and looking to my left at a stove-size boulder likewise suspended in the air, about 6 feet away. Any good size rock would have killed me.
Collapsing to the ground because I couldn’t breathe due to covid pneumonia, not knowing if my time was up. I had taken every precaution and still ended up in a situation I thought was going to k*ll me. That was early on in the pandemic, when respirators were reported to be death sentences.
Two are tied:
Being shot when our neighbor’s gun “accidentally discharged” and the bullet came through the shared wall, severing an electrical line, barely missed my head, glanced off my chest, and landed on the other side of the room. The sheer thought of what could have been if I’d been laying an inch further left is terrifying.
Gas pedal getting stuck while driving home from my mom’s funeral. I somehow managed to get the car pulled over and turned off, but I was going 85 mph+ going uphill. If it had got stuck three miles earlier, I’d have plunged off a seaside cliff, taking my aunt, cousin, and 9 month old daughter with me.
Was doing some mineral exploration work up in Alaska this summer in a very remote mountain range. I was working at a drill site where a grizzly had been spotted at the rig earlier that day and I was naturally a little on edge. I was laying out some wires through very thick brush (couldn't see through it at all), and all of a sudden I hear a really large animal close by, and I smelled the typical wet dog bear smell. Before I had time to react the wire gets ripped out of my hands and dragged into the brush at probably 20mph. I'm freaking out trying to reach my gun and this massive bull caribou just pops his head out and looks me over, then walks away lol.
Coming out, yes this serious i came out to my family that yelled at me took my devices for a year threw bibles at me etc. Its not always sunshine and rainbows being bisexual but its who I am.
I saw my dad's heart stop in December 2023. He went into v-fib multiple times the night before, I took a red-eye from Virginia up to Michigan, and got there just in time for his heart to give way a couple more times. They kept shocking him back, which he responded well to each time, but each new occurrence took a lot out of him. I had just been talking to him and was sitting by his bedside. He was resting a bit when he looked up, then his eyes got really wide. I called for him but it was clear that he was not there anymore. The entire ICU rushed in and started chest compressions/shocks again. They got him back. In all, his heart went into v-fib 7 times in 48 hours. Multiple heart caths later and he's on hospice but alive. I've said goodbye to him since, but I'll be back up in Michigan in May. I hope I can see my daddy again.
Update: just saw my dad again this weekend and he's doing excellent! Probably could be taken off hospice at this point but it's such a great resource for my mom, they might just leave him on it. Saw him walk down the aisle at my nephews wedding as the grandparents were sat. No walker, no problem. Next opportunity to see him will be in September.
Load More Replies...Waking up after a simple gallbladder removal surgery unable to even sit up without help, and before you can ask anything being told its 2 months after the surgery
Why were you unconscious for 2 months after surgery? By that time you would mostly be healed from your surgery and could move with minimal pain. I had my gallbladder out too bit that's a crazy story.
Load More Replies...God-damned mother-f*****g shithead doctor at the hospital called me at 5:59, leaving me a message that my son had been diagnosed and that I should call the Muscular Dystrophy Association, which closes at 6. It wasn't muscular dystrophy, and certainly not Duchenne, which is by far the most common, classical form of MD, and which is fatal 100% of the time. I had to carry that s**t alone until I heard for certain what the doctor was referring to, which was the right call since the MDA has branched out into other diseases and letting my sick wife know probably would've killed her.
A little more light-hearted: Turns out that my model of car had a common defect that allows you to pull the keys out of the ignition when the car is still running. Wife went into labor, and I put her travel kit into the car, pulled it around and went in to get her. I went to turn on the car, and the engine won't turn over! "ACK!!! THE CAR WON'T START! This is going to be one of those episodes of a bad sitcom where the Mom gives birth in a TAXI!!!" Oops... the engine won't turn over because the car is still running from when I ran inside....
Load More Replies...I stopped reading very soon. Anyways, here's mine-two of the most horrifying feelings are 1. when your little sister choked on her granola bar and you're waiting for 911 to arrive and 2. when your little sister got a concussion and you're restless, pacing back and forth, waiting for the doctors to call you and say she's okay, but even then you're hellbent on hoping she's ok but feel like she's probably not. My sister's still alive to this day, but damn that was horrifying!
My sister had at least three (we think for but can't remember what the forth was from) concussions by the time she was 5! The one I remember the most was when she was about 18months and ran off the end of a table. I was the one who had to hold her and make sure she didn't lose consciousness and dodge her vomit while mum called for an ambulance. Definitely the scariest one for me.
Load More Replies...My husband has given me a couple. First, when an ER doctor gave him Imitrex while he was taking Wellbutrin, and he ended up with Serotonin Syndrome. There an FDA Black Box warning about that potentially happening. Second, he was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and a few months later his organs started to shut down. Almost lost him but a Left Ventricular Assist Device (LVAD) was implanted and it’s keeping him going so far until he can get a heart transplant. But he could still die very suddenly.
My mum was taking Tramadol and another med that caused serotonin syndrome when combined. Her doctor warned her about it and stopped giving her Tramadol, but one day the pain got so bad she used an old one and it happened, thankfully a minor case. She was put onto something else, until it started causing central vision loss!
Load More Replies...Being caught in an isolated area when a prison riot broke out. I was interviewing a prisoner when an alarm sounded. He hightailed it out of the room and I started hearing a lot of yelling and loud noises. I peeked out the window and realised there was going to be trouble. I could not get away from where I was except by walking back through the yard so all I could do was lock the room and hide in a cupboard. The phone kept ringing, but I didn't want to answer and alert prisoners in the area that I was there. Four hours later the situation was back under control, and I could emerge. The noise, smell of gas and smoke and level of destruction was completely overwhelming....
I was attacked by a couple of guys with knives. I reacked into my pocket to give them my money, and realized I had my pocket knife with me. I took it out and opened it, and told them, " ok, a******s, go ahead, make my day!" ( thanks, Clint!). They took off. Those idiots had 6-8 inch knives. Mine was a 4 inch little thing. Remember, folks, most attackers are cowards!
Being robbed working late at a convenience store, huge knife against my throat. It all seemed so unreal. I thought it was a joke, that someone was fkn with me. Or living 4 years with an abusive, schizophrenic, alcoholic crack addict (that thought he was a werewolf 🙄 ). That was one long nightmare.
I've written about this on here before, but my pacemaker surgery failed. That is, they poked a hole in my heart so the blood was slowly leaking out. Being autistic, I focussed on communicating clearly an calmly that I was intense pain for about 24h. They didn't take me too seriously because I wasn't distressed enough om the outside, but I had to lower the bed in small increments with five minute breaks because otherwise it was too painful. At some point I started fainting, after which my body decided to empty its contents in every way possible. They tried different things, but couldn't get the blood pressure back up, so I was like halfway upside down for a while there. Eventually they called in a team in the middle of the night to put a drain in, and then it was better, but before I was wheeled to the OR, I was wondering if this was going to be it. They had to redo the first surgery, and that guy didn't listen when I told him I need more painkillers due to my condition. That s**t *hurt*.
I used to have sleep paralysis when I was younger that ended around 14 yrs. It would happen as I was on the cusp of falling asleep and that was pretty bad. Worse, however, was when it happened after forcing myself awake from a nightmare. I would jolt awake only to have my nightmare continue on in my bedroom. I'd be "awake", paralyzed and unable to get away from whatever my nightmare was about. While in this state I could feel (as you do in a dream) and smell whatever was going on. Absolutely traumatizing. Edit: spelling
This happens to me too! This week it has happened on two mornings, one of which, it happened two times in a row! I am less scared now, because I generally can recognise it when it happens but it still feels like a terrible anxiety attack.
Load More Replies...I was homeless, in my car when 5+ cop cars come barrelling down the streets with their lights and sirents, immediately surrounding me, they jump outall guns on me. My hands are insticintively in the air. Apparently, some jackhole called the cops claiming I had a weapon and was threatening people with it. I hadnt left my car since the night before. Another time, I was cooking dinner when I saw a flash through the window, thought I was crazy so I ignored it. Another, then a 3rd and 4th all in a row came before I turned around with a knife in my hanf and can just make out a a shadowy figure running through my yard. Cops called, found nothing and nobody, couldnt sleep for weeks. ANOTHER TIME, I was driving in the rain when a car voming from the other direction lost control anf swerves right in front of me and over into the ditch on my side. ANOTHE-
There's a list, I was scared of these events. They're probably big reasons why my anxiety developed. I choked when I was toddler on a toy; Mauled when I was a toddler (big scar on face cheek - I fainted after I was rescued); Got nearly ran over by careless drivers several times. (I was careful); Heat stroke & fainting (a new big scar on face); Witness a freak accident that involved a family's pet's death.; Seen a guy pass-away in front of me on the way to work on the train.; Heat exhaustion while traveling (the temperature didn't feel hot and that was weird), got scared I was going to faint again.; Choking again when I was an adult. I'm now afraid to eat scrambled eggs. Colleague saved my life, but I had to return to work. ; Seen family go to hospital and have family with severe illnesses.; Fainting from a very stressful day and found. was sent to hospital last year; Two really major panic attacks (sense of doom). I felt very light-headed. The second one was about two weeks ago.
Sure would be nice to actually read these without going to an entirely different app!
The app has never really worked. Go online: Boredpanda.com
Load More Replies...Held my dad's hand as he died. I was the one who made the call for his fatal dose of morphine to be given. Took his wedding band off his lifeless hand and walked down the hall of the hospital to the room where my mom lay, already deceased. My dad passed from sepsis due to cancer, and my mom overdosed while a patient at the same hospital 3 hours earlier. I was 29. I have not fully recovered from that.
God, I'm so sorry. I don't even know what I'd do if i lost my parents...
Load More Replies...Pretty tame compared to most people but probably the scariest I've had was aquaplaning coming off a roundabout one rainy day. I'd bought a new car (a ute) and hadn't driven it in the wet before so I didn't realise how easily it lost traction because there is no weight in the back. I went into the roundabout the same way as I have hundreds of times in my old car (sedan) but the ute lost traction, and before I even had time to think about how to correct it I'm sliding backwards off the road into the carpark of a shop right next to the road. Came to a stop in an empty parking space and immediately had Ace Ventura "like a glove flashbacks". How I managed to miss every other car on the road and in the parking lot I'll never know. But zero damage, zero injuries and I learned utes don't handle as well as regular cars do.
OMG. This one, too. I do not want to have to go online to read these. What's the point of the app?
When i was 12 years old i had a nosebleed and it was the first one i ever had, no joke, and i went to the bathroom, saw blood all over my face, then i lost my vision. I was conscious but not really with it cause it was 3 am. I went to my parent’s room. All the sounds were echoey. They put a flashlight to my eyes and my pupils were fully dilated. They called 911 and when the paramedics arrived i threw up blood and regained my vision. They explained i probably went into shock from seeing a lot of blood. It made sense but what was weird was that throwing up made me regain my vision, which made it seem pike something was up with my brain. I went to bed in my parents room and my dad said he'd get my pillow. I vividly remember seeing blood all over it, but when my dad went to get it he said there was no blood…so it was a hallucination. I later got an MRI, which found nothing. Doctors couldn’t explain what happened and named it a medical anomaly.
2 year old daughter packed her backpack, put on her shoes, released herself from a locked house, while I was running an errand, and took herself for a walk, while her big teenage brother was distracted. We live by a river - worst half hour of my life when I got home. Whole neighbourhood were searching for her. She'd decided she wanted to go to school, around the corner. This was 2 weeks before our massive 7.1 earthquake knocked our city down..... Couldn't get from one room to the other to get to her. Luckily her 12 year old cousin was in the same room and he dragged her under the dining table, high chair and all. Not sure which one was scarier in a 2 week time frame. My heart still pounds to this day thinking of it.
When I was 17 my mother threw me on the bed, leant over me and started strangling me. As everything started to go black, my legs flipped out and kicked her off me (I was later told this was an automatic body response to danger). She just stood up and walked out of the room. My initial reaction to the strangling was fear, then relief that the years of abuse waere finally about to stop, so I didnt fight her off, just waited to die. My body had other plans it seems. Over 40 years later and I still get therapy for my PTSD.
Nearly drowned twice as a child. First time was with my grandpa at a campground. I really wanted to go swimming so he took me up to the pool. I, being the overconfident kid that I was, immediately forgot that I couldn't swim and jumped straight into the deep end and couldn't keep myself from sinking under the water. I managed to grab someone's swimsuit and she inadvertently pulled me over to the side of the pool. Second time was with my mom and one of my sisters. We were at a hotel and all three of us wanted to go swimming. My mom was sitting on the deep side of the pool and I was just hanging by the side with her when my sister decided to go under to swim. She ended up swimming underneath me and got stuck for a couple seconds before she was able to free herself. I guess when she came up, she assumed I'd done it on purpose because the next thing I knew, she was grabbing onto me and shoving me down under the water. I was not expecting it so I swallowed a bunch of water before she let
me go. All I remember is just clinging to our mom's legs, crying as I coughed up water and tried to get my breathing back under control.
Load More Replies...To everyone who's been through this or similar, I hope you're doing okay. I'm 17 and the scariest I've been through is A; when my mum and my little brother got into a crash, B; when my dad's heart stopped for a few moments, C; when i accidentally killed a foster kitten with my own feet, or the last one is my dad yelling that me and my brother would be the death of him. I'm always listening for his breathing and snoring at night. I know none of these match up to your stories, but knowI'im here for all of you.
I saw my dad's heart stop in December 2023. He went into v-fib multiple times the night before, I took a red-eye from Virginia up to Michigan, and got there just in time for his heart to give way a couple more times. They kept shocking him back, which he responded well to each time, but each new occurrence took a lot out of him. I had just been talking to him and was sitting by his bedside. He was resting a bit when he looked up, then his eyes got really wide. I called for him but it was clear that he was not there anymore. The entire ICU rushed in and started chest compressions/shocks again. They got him back. In all, his heart went into v-fib 7 times in 48 hours. Multiple heart caths later and he's on hospice but alive. I've said goodbye to him since, but I'll be back up in Michigan in May. I hope I can see my daddy again.
Update: just saw my dad again this weekend and he's doing excellent! Probably could be taken off hospice at this point but it's such a great resource for my mom, they might just leave him on it. Saw him walk down the aisle at my nephews wedding as the grandparents were sat. No walker, no problem. Next opportunity to see him will be in September.
Load More Replies...Waking up after a simple gallbladder removal surgery unable to even sit up without help, and before you can ask anything being told its 2 months after the surgery
Why were you unconscious for 2 months after surgery? By that time you would mostly be healed from your surgery and could move with minimal pain. I had my gallbladder out too bit that's a crazy story.
Load More Replies...God-damned mother-f*****g shithead doctor at the hospital called me at 5:59, leaving me a message that my son had been diagnosed and that I should call the Muscular Dystrophy Association, which closes at 6. It wasn't muscular dystrophy, and certainly not Duchenne, which is by far the most common, classical form of MD, and which is fatal 100% of the time. I had to carry that s**t alone until I heard for certain what the doctor was referring to, which was the right call since the MDA has branched out into other diseases and letting my sick wife know probably would've killed her.
A little more light-hearted: Turns out that my model of car had a common defect that allows you to pull the keys out of the ignition when the car is still running. Wife went into labor, and I put her travel kit into the car, pulled it around and went in to get her. I went to turn on the car, and the engine won't turn over! "ACK!!! THE CAR WON'T START! This is going to be one of those episodes of a bad sitcom where the Mom gives birth in a TAXI!!!" Oops... the engine won't turn over because the car is still running from when I ran inside....
Load More Replies...I stopped reading very soon. Anyways, here's mine-two of the most horrifying feelings are 1. when your little sister choked on her granola bar and you're waiting for 911 to arrive and 2. when your little sister got a concussion and you're restless, pacing back and forth, waiting for the doctors to call you and say she's okay, but even then you're hellbent on hoping she's ok but feel like she's probably not. My sister's still alive to this day, but damn that was horrifying!
My sister had at least three (we think for but can't remember what the forth was from) concussions by the time she was 5! The one I remember the most was when she was about 18months and ran off the end of a table. I was the one who had to hold her and make sure she didn't lose consciousness and dodge her vomit while mum called for an ambulance. Definitely the scariest one for me.
Load More Replies...My husband has given me a couple. First, when an ER doctor gave him Imitrex while he was taking Wellbutrin, and he ended up with Serotonin Syndrome. There an FDA Black Box warning about that potentially happening. Second, he was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and a few months later his organs started to shut down. Almost lost him but a Left Ventricular Assist Device (LVAD) was implanted and it’s keeping him going so far until he can get a heart transplant. But he could still die very suddenly.
My mum was taking Tramadol and another med that caused serotonin syndrome when combined. Her doctor warned her about it and stopped giving her Tramadol, but one day the pain got so bad she used an old one and it happened, thankfully a minor case. She was put onto something else, until it started causing central vision loss!
Load More Replies...Being caught in an isolated area when a prison riot broke out. I was interviewing a prisoner when an alarm sounded. He hightailed it out of the room and I started hearing a lot of yelling and loud noises. I peeked out the window and realised there was going to be trouble. I could not get away from where I was except by walking back through the yard so all I could do was lock the room and hide in a cupboard. The phone kept ringing, but I didn't want to answer and alert prisoners in the area that I was there. Four hours later the situation was back under control, and I could emerge. The noise, smell of gas and smoke and level of destruction was completely overwhelming....
I was attacked by a couple of guys with knives. I reacked into my pocket to give them my money, and realized I had my pocket knife with me. I took it out and opened it, and told them, " ok, a******s, go ahead, make my day!" ( thanks, Clint!). They took off. Those idiots had 6-8 inch knives. Mine was a 4 inch little thing. Remember, folks, most attackers are cowards!
Being robbed working late at a convenience store, huge knife against my throat. It all seemed so unreal. I thought it was a joke, that someone was fkn with me. Or living 4 years with an abusive, schizophrenic, alcoholic crack addict (that thought he was a werewolf 🙄 ). That was one long nightmare.
I've written about this on here before, but my pacemaker surgery failed. That is, they poked a hole in my heart so the blood was slowly leaking out. Being autistic, I focussed on communicating clearly an calmly that I was intense pain for about 24h. They didn't take me too seriously because I wasn't distressed enough om the outside, but I had to lower the bed in small increments with five minute breaks because otherwise it was too painful. At some point I started fainting, after which my body decided to empty its contents in every way possible. They tried different things, but couldn't get the blood pressure back up, so I was like halfway upside down for a while there. Eventually they called in a team in the middle of the night to put a drain in, and then it was better, but before I was wheeled to the OR, I was wondering if this was going to be it. They had to redo the first surgery, and that guy didn't listen when I told him I need more painkillers due to my condition. That s**t *hurt*.
I used to have sleep paralysis when I was younger that ended around 14 yrs. It would happen as I was on the cusp of falling asleep and that was pretty bad. Worse, however, was when it happened after forcing myself awake from a nightmare. I would jolt awake only to have my nightmare continue on in my bedroom. I'd be "awake", paralyzed and unable to get away from whatever my nightmare was about. While in this state I could feel (as you do in a dream) and smell whatever was going on. Absolutely traumatizing. Edit: spelling
This happens to me too! This week it has happened on two mornings, one of which, it happened two times in a row! I am less scared now, because I generally can recognise it when it happens but it still feels like a terrible anxiety attack.
Load More Replies...I was homeless, in my car when 5+ cop cars come barrelling down the streets with their lights and sirents, immediately surrounding me, they jump outall guns on me. My hands are insticintively in the air. Apparently, some jackhole called the cops claiming I had a weapon and was threatening people with it. I hadnt left my car since the night before. Another time, I was cooking dinner when I saw a flash through the window, thought I was crazy so I ignored it. Another, then a 3rd and 4th all in a row came before I turned around with a knife in my hanf and can just make out a a shadowy figure running through my yard. Cops called, found nothing and nobody, couldnt sleep for weeks. ANOTHER TIME, I was driving in the rain when a car voming from the other direction lost control anf swerves right in front of me and over into the ditch on my side. ANOTHE-
There's a list, I was scared of these events. They're probably big reasons why my anxiety developed. I choked when I was toddler on a toy; Mauled when I was a toddler (big scar on face cheek - I fainted after I was rescued); Got nearly ran over by careless drivers several times. (I was careful); Heat stroke & fainting (a new big scar on face); Witness a freak accident that involved a family's pet's death.; Seen a guy pass-away in front of me on the way to work on the train.; Heat exhaustion while traveling (the temperature didn't feel hot and that was weird), got scared I was going to faint again.; Choking again when I was an adult. I'm now afraid to eat scrambled eggs. Colleague saved my life, but I had to return to work. ; Seen family go to hospital and have family with severe illnesses.; Fainting from a very stressful day and found. was sent to hospital last year; Two really major panic attacks (sense of doom). I felt very light-headed. The second one was about two weeks ago.
Sure would be nice to actually read these without going to an entirely different app!
The app has never really worked. Go online: Boredpanda.com
Load More Replies...Held my dad's hand as he died. I was the one who made the call for his fatal dose of morphine to be given. Took his wedding band off his lifeless hand and walked down the hall of the hospital to the room where my mom lay, already deceased. My dad passed from sepsis due to cancer, and my mom overdosed while a patient at the same hospital 3 hours earlier. I was 29. I have not fully recovered from that.
God, I'm so sorry. I don't even know what I'd do if i lost my parents...
Load More Replies...Pretty tame compared to most people but probably the scariest I've had was aquaplaning coming off a roundabout one rainy day. I'd bought a new car (a ute) and hadn't driven it in the wet before so I didn't realise how easily it lost traction because there is no weight in the back. I went into the roundabout the same way as I have hundreds of times in my old car (sedan) but the ute lost traction, and before I even had time to think about how to correct it I'm sliding backwards off the road into the carpark of a shop right next to the road. Came to a stop in an empty parking space and immediately had Ace Ventura "like a glove flashbacks". How I managed to miss every other car on the road and in the parking lot I'll never know. But zero damage, zero injuries and I learned utes don't handle as well as regular cars do.
OMG. This one, too. I do not want to have to go online to read these. What's the point of the app?
When i was 12 years old i had a nosebleed and it was the first one i ever had, no joke, and i went to the bathroom, saw blood all over my face, then i lost my vision. I was conscious but not really with it cause it was 3 am. I went to my parent’s room. All the sounds were echoey. They put a flashlight to my eyes and my pupils were fully dilated. They called 911 and when the paramedics arrived i threw up blood and regained my vision. They explained i probably went into shock from seeing a lot of blood. It made sense but what was weird was that throwing up made me regain my vision, which made it seem pike something was up with my brain. I went to bed in my parents room and my dad said he'd get my pillow. I vividly remember seeing blood all over it, but when my dad went to get it he said there was no blood…so it was a hallucination. I later got an MRI, which found nothing. Doctors couldn’t explain what happened and named it a medical anomaly.
2 year old daughter packed her backpack, put on her shoes, released herself from a locked house, while I was running an errand, and took herself for a walk, while her big teenage brother was distracted. We live by a river - worst half hour of my life when I got home. Whole neighbourhood were searching for her. She'd decided she wanted to go to school, around the corner. This was 2 weeks before our massive 7.1 earthquake knocked our city down..... Couldn't get from one room to the other to get to her. Luckily her 12 year old cousin was in the same room and he dragged her under the dining table, high chair and all. Not sure which one was scarier in a 2 week time frame. My heart still pounds to this day thinking of it.
When I was 17 my mother threw me on the bed, leant over me and started strangling me. As everything started to go black, my legs flipped out and kicked her off me (I was later told this was an automatic body response to danger). She just stood up and walked out of the room. My initial reaction to the strangling was fear, then relief that the years of abuse waere finally about to stop, so I didnt fight her off, just waited to die. My body had other plans it seems. Over 40 years later and I still get therapy for my PTSD.
Nearly drowned twice as a child. First time was with my grandpa at a campground. I really wanted to go swimming so he took me up to the pool. I, being the overconfident kid that I was, immediately forgot that I couldn't swim and jumped straight into the deep end and couldn't keep myself from sinking under the water. I managed to grab someone's swimsuit and she inadvertently pulled me over to the side of the pool. Second time was with my mom and one of my sisters. We were at a hotel and all three of us wanted to go swimming. My mom was sitting on the deep side of the pool and I was just hanging by the side with her when my sister decided to go under to swim. She ended up swimming underneath me and got stuck for a couple seconds before she was able to free herself. I guess when she came up, she assumed I'd done it on purpose because the next thing I knew, she was grabbing onto me and shoving me down under the water. I was not expecting it so I swallowed a bunch of water before she let
me go. All I remember is just clinging to our mom's legs, crying as I coughed up water and tried to get my breathing back under control.
Load More Replies...To everyone who's been through this or similar, I hope you're doing okay. I'm 17 and the scariest I've been through is A; when my mum and my little brother got into a crash, B; when my dad's heart stopped for a few moments, C; when i accidentally killed a foster kitten with my own feet, or the last one is my dad yelling that me and my brother would be the death of him. I'm always listening for his breathing and snoring at night. I know none of these match up to your stories, but knowI'im here for all of you.