Scariest Moment Thread

Spitfire

Spitfire

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So what was your scariest moment ever?

I think mine was years ago in Switzerland when the elevator of the hotel where we were staying went pitch black dark and stopped, I was the only one inside it at the moment. It could have been much worse except the emergency button was illuminated. It was restored upon my pressing the button.
 
First year of grad school, where it got to the point I almost couldn't get out of bed, I was so fatigued, culiminating in my passing out at the supermarket checkout line. Scariest part of the whole thing was probably when the ER attending came in and said not only no, you cannot get off the gurney or sit up, we're admitting you and the hematologist is waiting upstairs. I was exhausted enough it probably wasn't as scary at the time, though the nurses did a great job freaking me out ex post facto two days later when they admitted the first night they'd kept an atropine needle at their station because they were afraid I would go into arrest.
 
Good question.

For me, personally, the only thing that's coming to mind is when I was little. My parents had a restaurant with a walk-in fridge; my brother and I would go in there and get something to eat from time to time. Those doors are heavy, and create a pretty good seal, so we tried to always be careful to keep the door cracked. (We were little--I was 8 and my brother was 4.) One day one of the cooks decided to tease us by closing the door behind us and turning out the lights. Scared the crap out of us. We tried pushing on the door (we knew enough about the emergency door button), but it still wouldn't budge. Turns out, he was holding it closed. Panic ensues, yada yada. He stopped holding it closed after a bit, but it took a while for the panic to subside and for us to try the door again.

After that we were more careful.

There have been plenty of scary things that were worse, but they happened to loved ones around me.
 
All of mine surround having babies.

The most dramatic of several scary stories was of when my daughter was born. My water broke at 32 weeks (about 2 months early). I was terrified immediately. My son was also born at 32 weeks and this time, I knew exactly what was happening. Things were not progressing, the doc found some problems, and a decision was made to do a c-section.

Being that early, her lungs were under-developed. We were very concerned she would be born unable to breathe on her own. I remember lying on the table in the OR immediately after she was born. A nurse had her on a warming table within my view, trying to get her to breathe. Actually, I don't remember breathing either. After what seemed like E-T-E-R-N-I-T-Y, I heard the tiniest cry and I new she was breathing. I broke down in body-shaking sobs while the doctor was sewing me up. I freaked him out, he thought I was convulsing. I have never felt such relief.......
 
massive car crash that totalled both cars. Still see it in slow motion. I had been having a heated discussion with my 16th year old daughter who was in the passenger seat at the time. I was never so glad to be lucky enough to still give her a hug and for us both to walk away (okay, limp away) after it was over.
 
I've had several near misses on what could have been very bad car accidents. My senior year in college, I was working full-time and going to school full-time, which didn't leave a lot of time for things like sleep. :rolleyes: One afternoon, I was driving from work to class, and I was running late, and I was tired. I was driving down an in-town five-lane (including a two-way left turn lane) road, going faster than I should have been given my condition. At an intersection, a utility truck, coming from the left, ran a red light and pulled out in front of me. I didn't react to it at first, and by the time I did, it was nearly too late. I turned my car hard right, just cleared the front end of the truck, but I lost the back end and the car started to spin towards the center of the road, and oncoming traffic. To this day I don't know how I did it, but I managed to stop the slide after a half-spin and wound up in the left turn lane, facing the other way. I can still taste that horrible metallic taste in my mouth.
 
Isn't it intersting how people react in car accidents:

I was in the back seat of a landrover when it it hit black ice on a mountain road near Sarajevo. The driver kept it on the road for about 30 feet, swerving about. i was taking pictures of the scenery with my Olympus OM-1n. She then said "Ive lost it" and I just the camera on my lap. We went off the road and rolled one and half times stopping upside down. I undid my seat belt and climbed out through the window; then managed to open the door; the two people in the front had to crawl out this way too as the front roof was stove in.

I never felt scared at all. I went into shock a bit later, but no sense of this is it or anything so dramatic.
 
My scariest was a near car accident too, and same type of lack of reaction (At the time) as BTM says. I was on inner of three eastbound lanes on I55 just coming into IL. late at night, had done 2-3 exams, packed up dorm room, then driven about 500 miles by then, think it was 2 in morning. Was raining, and road was soaked. My old seville hit a patch of gravel on road and slid. Spn at least 1.5 times, somehow avoiding the two semis on my right, and ended up in median facing wrong way, right in between two sections of thick steel cable divider. One wheel hit something during spin and wa flat and dented in. Somehow I had no trouble getting out flares, changing spare, pulling back on highway, on to next exit and then pulled into gas station, calm as can be. Then it hit me that I almost ended up under semi, etc, and started to shake. Called parents to let them know I'd be running late, and just BARELY avoided stopping at the liquor section of that gas station. REALLY wanted something to calm my nerves. :)
 
We went on a white-water trip and our boat got stuck on a rock in the middle of the river and threatened to turn over. This was when I swore off doing any more whitewater stuff.

There was another car breakdown which was scary, too. Happened in a really bad place, where there was basically no shoulder.
 
court mixup... rescheduled hearing held anyway...without notifying me. i lost by default.

"in two weeks time, custody of your children shall be remanded to the father. no, we won't vacate the order because we screwed up..."

i remember driving around in shock unable to stop saying "it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay..."
 
I had another one about 15 years ago. At the time, I lived in a subdivision out on the edge of town, and I took a sequence of country back roads to work. (The area is built up now, but I've since moved anyway.) One morning, I was going down a lightly-traveled road that was bordered on both sides by deep ditches. The area was undeveloped and I hardly ever saw any other traffic on that road at that time of morning. So imagine my surprise when I approached the crest of a hill and all of a sudden a pickup truck appeared coming the other way, going very fast and straddling the center line. I edged over to the right in my lane, but the pickup kept moving further and further over towards me. I dropped my right wheels off the pavement, and still the truck kept coming. Finally, it was fully over in my lane, and I was partially over in the ditch with my left wheels just barely on the pavement, still doing about 50 MPH because I was afraid that touching the brakes would cause a spin. The truck passed inches from my left side, and then I managed to yank my car back onto the road just before reaching a section where the shoulder was nonexistent. About 30 feet more, and I would have been in a deep ditch, probably not visible from the road, and there's no telling how long it would have been before anyone found me. Just after he passed me, I saw him yank his truck back into his lane, in my rear-view mirror.

Somewhat surprisingly, my reaction to that was not relief, but incredible anger. I whipped the car into a bootleg turn and went after that truck. I had intended to get his plates and then call the police to report a drunk driver, at the very least. But when I got up to 70 without matching speed with him, I figured it was just too dangerous. I never got close enough to get his plates. The last I saw of him, he was running a red light to make a left turn onto another road.
 
Ampster said:
Oh, and being present in an exorcism.
Click to expand...
ooo, coool.

i had a friend who was seriously dissociative, many personalities. i began to expand my... repoire... with her various alters and persuaded the evil "punishers" persona to come forth. this... entity... was truly demonic. reminded me of linda blair in the excorcist. i wasn't scared, tho...but certainly crystal-clear alert.
 
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