30 People Shared Shockingly Terrifying Things They’ve Experienced That Still Keep Them Up At Night
We’re all drawn to sharing scary stories, especially when we’re kids huddled around a campfire or friends gathered at a sleepover. All you need is a flashlight illuminating your face, commitment to using character voices, and you can tell the most frightening story a child has ever heard. Even adults love ingesting their fair share of horror films and novels. But the thing about scary stories is that they’re way more terrifying when they’re true. It’s all fun and games until we realize that these disturbing and spine-chilling tales could actually happen to us too…
But if you’re in the mood to be freaked out, you’re in for a treat! Because, recently, Reddit users have been opening up about the scariest moments in their lives, and we’ve gathered some of the most upsetting and haunting stories down below. I’ll warn you right now, pandas, some of these stories are a lot to take in, so if horror movies keep you from sleeping at night, this might not be the best list for you. But if you're hungry for some horrifying tales, be sure to upvote all of the accounts you find most frightening. Then, if you’re interested in reading even more unsettling stories from Bored Panda, check out this creepy article next!
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It was the night that I (17f) was escaping to Europe from Turkey (at the time I was 15). I wouldn't call it a moment because it was a whole night. A few things happened so I'm gonna write them down here.
- The first one was actually in daylight. The driver was taking the group that I am escaping with to the border. And out of 5 people, at least 3 of them were wanted by the police (we weren't criminals, don't worry. Government is led by a dictator so anything you do that they don't like is a crime.) So as you can guess, we weren't supposed to get pulled aside by the police to check IDs. But there was a control thing on the highway and they were almost gonna stop us. We got lucky and the police pulled the truck in front of us and we were let through. I was so scared that I hold my mom's hand and didn't let go until we passed them. After I let go, her hand was white as paper.
- The second one is when we were out of the car and running to the border with two smugglers leading us. They were stopping us to lie on the ground every 30 seconds just in case there are soldiers. But one time they stopped us and we lay on the ground for almost 30 minutes. The smugglers were gone and all we can see was the starry sky. We didn't move, breathe when necessary, and didn't say a thing for 30 minutes. It was quite scary.
- And this one happened in Greece. We were in Greece for about 10 minutes before the soldiers found us. The smugglers told us to leave our bags on the ground and put our hands up if we ever see a Greek soldier. I am not an idiot but after some emotional breakdown on the way there and seeing the soldiers with guns. I started crying and made up all those weird scenarios where they execute us by a firing squad lmao. I know where it doesn't sound like a really scary thing but it is quite hard to explain the atmosphere. You have to live it to understand it.
- The next one is not related to that night. I am not gonna say which country but it was after coming to Europe. When you immigrate to a country, they put you in a tent where you stay for 7 days to one month. And there are all kinds of people in those tents. It is not a normal tent. It's a place of about 200 square meters full of bunks. You stay with 100 people and if you get raped, you can't prove it bc there are no cameras and no one cares. And I was almost gonna get raped at least 5-6 times. Grown-up men are just looking for a chance to come near you and talk to you, looking for a time when you are alone. This one time I was carrying some stuff for my mother so I was a bit left behind. Three men just surrounded me and start asking my name, and my phone number, and at the same time, they were coming close to me, trying to touch my body and so on. When almost one of them grabbed my arm my guy friend run to us calling to me. And I couldn't sleep for the next 3 days we were there because I was in the same tent as those men.
I am sorry I wrote too long. I am just afraid of a lot of stuff. Also apologies for the possible grammar mistakes and vocabulary.
I feel for all the people in this list, and am sorry for their experiences, but THIS one might be a really important story to tell people who are ignorant about how it feels to be a refugee, and what refugees are or have experienced during their escape from war, prosecution etc.
I walked in on my dad, looking like he was dead (eyes open, but lifeless) He was suffering a full cardiac arrest. I called 911 and gave him chest compressions for 10 minutes until EMTs arrived. When they got there they told me his heart and lungs had stopped (full cardiac arrest) and they were struggling getting a pulse. I thought no way this is it and he did end up getting a pulse, being transported to the hospital and having his heart operated on. He survived!
I was 13 when I came out as a lesbian to my dad, and he threw me against the wall and strangled me till I passed out, saying that I was a wicked girl who would go to hell for such a sinful choice. The only reason he didn’t kill me was because my brother intervened.
My friend (B) lived down the street from me growing up. Once when she and her mom and brother were out of town her dad called my house and asked my dad if I could come over and take a look at a gift he bought my friend to see if she would like it. I went down and he told me he was in love with me and couldn’t stop thinking of me since I got new glasses. He said vulgar sexual things about oral sex and other s**t I can’t even remember at this point. I went into a panicked state and tricked him into letting me get out of there because at the time I was a huge Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan and I thought “what would Buffy do” literally like those Jesus bracelets lol. I had no idea what to do so I called my other friend (C), who was at a different friends (J) house. I asked C to tell J’s mom what happened because I didn’t know what else to do and telling my parents at the time was out of the question. C comes back to the phone and says “she didn’t believe you” and it was scarier than the event itself in some ways.
I was 12.
I hate hearing about c**p adults that don't believe kids, I hope the bloke is locked away somewhere.
I completely agree with you that this is disgusting. I hope this predator gets what's coming to him. He's a dâmn monster and deserves a hefty dose of what he dishes out.
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Reminds me of a case where a 9 yo girl was brutally attacked by a known paedophile and there was reportedly a woman watching from her balcony who "didn't want to intervene". The little girl may have survived if that old b***h had bothered to call the police. Seriously, people who turn a blind eye should be charged along with the perp.
1000% agreement. They should be charged as an accessory
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The worst is that there was no one to help you, even your parents. I've had issues with old neighbor pedophile, never told anyone about it, my parents wouldn't believe me. As a parent I'm trying to ensure my kids they can tell me anything and I will be on their side. Also I wouldn't let them stay alone with other adults for long. I'm probably too suspicious, but this freaks me out.
People who do this sort of thing to children should be tied in a sack and dropped in the nearest crocodile habitat.
First of, what a pervert that father is! Second, that friend is a beeyatch! Ugh. This gets me upset. Good riddance to them, I hope. I hope you have better friends now.
Am I missing something here? The friend (C) just told the mother of the other friend (J). The mother (J's mother), the only adult, didn't believe C/OP. The friends seem totally innocent here.
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Always believe your children! Make sure they know they can tell you anything at any time. This story breaks my heart.
*except if there's actual reason for doubt, and even then don't dismis what they say out of hand. (my stepdaughter (6) often makes up/embellishes stories that "happened to her". No, she hasn't been skydiving like my best friend has. Yes, she can do that when she's old enough.)
Load More Replies... Imma mama and a granny.....you can't not believe your babies when they tell you this stuff
Here is the scarier reality than they were not believed - they absolutely were believed. Totally believed and had always suspected he was a creep. They just can't do anything about it. And to save face with their own kid they'll tell the kid they don't believe it. That's easier to tell their kid they are oblivious to the evil instead of being cowardly complicit with it or uselessly impotent against it.
So how did she "escape"? Js mother didn't believe her so what happened?
I was molested as a child. A family member approached me and told me about something that happened to them. I was all over it like white on rice. They were made to feel comfortable and that they could ALWAYS come to me with anything. The situation was dealt with satisfactorily, and they are happy and content. I cannot imagine not taking someone seriously about something like that!
My grandfather tried to sexually assault me when I was 9… luckily for me my mother believed me… I could never imagine how horrifying it’d be if she’d dismissed it… my heart goes out to you
This is why I believe every child who tells me anything like this. I'd rather find out later that they were making it up and I did something, than that they were telling the truth and I did nothing.
I cannot imagine just telling a kid I didn't believe them about something like this. I would definitely investigate before blowing someone's life up, but I would also definitely make sure the kid felt heard and supported throughout the whole thing.
Something similar happened to my sister. She told me after church service what her friends dad did. Her friend didn’t believe her. I encouraged her to tell our parents and they did nothing. Me and my friends were ready to sneak in his house while he was sleeping and put needles in his closed eyes, so he couldn’t open them without tearing his eyeballs apart. She didn’t want us to and just stopped going over there. This was the early 90’s. I wish we weren’t so young and knew better to report it. There’s a good chance he was doing the same to his 3 daughters.
Evil bastard. I hope you found the strength to report the pig and he was prosecuted.
During one of my psychotic episodes, the voices were telling me that if I didn't jump off a bridge, all my neighbours would be [unalived]. So I jumped lol.
Broke both of legs and surprisingly nothing fatal. So when I woke up, I was heavily sedated but was telling myself " OMG Now I won't be able to walk". Schizophrenia and paraplegia?? This scared me so much, I cried for days, wishing I had died, until they told me that I was going to walk.
At least, I am a physically healthy paranoid schizophrenic hahaha
When a guy was following me home at night, we were the only ones on the street, and he whispered ' I can smell your fear' behind me
Hiking in Oregon and a grizzly bear stood up from behind a bush ten feet in front of me. Thought for sure I was lunch but he got this disgusted look on his face like "ugh, a fkn *human*" and turned around and walked away. I was shaking in my boots.
When I went into preterm labor at 25 weeks. Same night she was born but wasn't making any sound. She was floppy and not breathing. So grateful to our team who breathed for her. She's delayed some but she's now 20 months and thriving.
What was a horror story turned into a dream!! I'm so glad they were to keep her going.She's blessed having parent(s) to be there for her day in and day out. My son was born with a liver disease called Biliary Atresia. It was nothing but hospital, doctor's and tests.They can't give how long he has. They can't go into the liver to see what is or isn't working. So they did a Kasai procedure and we prayed. He had his double hernia surgery at 6wks. and his Kasai procdure at 8wks. So the only cure is a liver transplant and he may need it between late teens or early 20's. He just turned 20 Jan. 3rd.Now I'm getting petrified that he'll have to have one in the next 3 or4 yrs.For now he's healthy and not the list for a transplant. I'm happy to hear your little girl is doing well. I wish all the best!
When I was 8, I came home from school and my mom had a bag packed. She said we had to go then and I couldn’t take anything with us. I had a 2 year old brother who was nowhere to be found, and I remember screaming at my mother, demanding to know where he was (because he was all had in the whole world) and she told me he was kidnapped by his father and she didn’t know where he was.
His dad saw that my mom called the FBI from the phone bill of all places (and this is all too long of a story to go into), flipped out, and took my brother. Years before my brother was born, my mom and I were also in federal witness protection.
My brother was found safe a couple of days later.
The kidnapping caused a whole ripple of events that ended in a FBI car chase and my stepdad going to prison for 8 years.
Feeling myself dying from Covid pneumonia in March of 2021. The moment my lungs stopped for the first time was the most terrifying moment of my life. I just remember my chest going completely still and internally screaming at them to move while my nurse called a code and started yelling for respiratory. She kept telling me to hold on, just hold on, and I saw the respiratory tech running into the room. I passed out from lack of oxygen right as she slammed the bag on my face. I woke up God-knows-how-long after that on bipap, but it just couldn't keep my oxygen up. It would drop, I would pass out, my lungs would stop, and we would just repeat the process for several hours before they finally moved me to the ICU and told me that my only shot at survival was a ventilator. I agreed. I was on it for 15 days and awake for a lot of that, which was another terrifying experience. If you want more details, you can find them in my history from last year. I don't feel like getting into them now.
Hit black ice on an exit. My Sis in the car with me, I was driving. IDK how many 360's we did. Ended up not hitting anything and stopped inches from a light pole. How we both didn't p**s our pants is beyond me. We were in our teens. It was the worst carnival ride ever.
Many years ago I was in a traffic accident where I ricocheted from one side of the road to the other only coming to a full stop when a lamp post stopped the momentum. For months it was under consideration whether or not I was liable for the cost of the lamp post. I think if was around £150 in the 1990s.
I was on a rollercoaster, and the safety bar hadn't been secured properly by the attendant. As we climbed the hill, I was struggling to get it to fasten. I managed it before I got to the top, obviously, or I probably wouldn't be writing this.
Son and I were ran over after he exited his school bus. I had to stumble and crawl to him because he flew a lot farther than I did. I thought he was dead, all while trying to get a grip on myself to not pass out, call 911, and stop crying. There was a bus full of children screaming. The bus driver too. 911 couldn't understand me because I could barely speak. They separated us once fire fighters and emt showed. I was treated like garbage because even with injuries they assumed I allowed this to happen to my child. Brought to the hospital in separate ambulances. Wouldn't give me an update for 8 hours on how he was as they were fighting to save his life, all while throwing me in a hallway naked under a sheet crying in pain and worry about my son being alive or not.
If I had not grabbed him in the split second that I did, to take all impact from the car, he'd be dead. He's perfectly healthy. Scarring, missing teeth, and a tbi. But that kid is alive. I'm not sure how he is so lucky. But I'm thankful every single day.
This just happened last December.
Dang! People can be sh*t sometimes for assuming tragedies are self-inflicted... But a parent's love knows no limits, even when faced with an oncoming car.
I still don't know if they dropped me (unintentionally) or pushed me (intentionally), trauma brain seems pretty intent on keeping those details locked down. But my Gr. 10 classmates holding me out the window to our science class after my attempt to fight back went wrong. And then falling the three stories and somehow landing in the industrial recycling bin that was chock full with end-of-year shredding. Every time I moved I kept expecting to finally hit concrete. Took a bit to pull myself out of the bin, walked to the local pizza hangout across the street in quite the daze.
When I saw someone try and jump off a bridge, only to be talked down as i was driving past and then change their mind and jump at exactly the moment I passed. One moment they were there and then I looked in the side mirror, they fell and were just gone.
And there was nothing I could do about it.
Please know that sometimes, you can't save them all no matter how hard you try. And you tried, but it seems they had already made up their mind even after you did. Be blessed and at peace with yourself, the Powers-That-Be know that you did what you could.
My son was born with complications. They took him away to resuscitate him. I didn't know if he was alive or dead for 45 minutes. Then the doctor brought him back to the room, and he was OK.
My second baby had complications after birth, he cried but his skin started turning blue. Thw lungs didn't open as they should. We didn't know if he will live for 2-3 days. After that the doctors said he will probably live, but he will have some brain issues, because of the time there was no oxygen in the blood. Thank God today he is almost 4 years old, completely fine and very smart kid.
I was beaten up by a gang of youth on a bus. I was in hospital for 6 months. I still have headaches from it. I wish they had [taken my life] because the mental scar on my life has been enormous. I could not go out for years. Kept myself to myself. Even now when I have to go out I still get anxious and sometimes it overwhelms me so much I can’t. I only go out for hospital appointments and the odd meal (When I can) I never make eye contact with people I struggle with just the simplest of conversations. Even with my cancer doctor I find it difficult and breakdown.
Please talk to d sad one one about ALL of these feelings!! It’s too much for you to carry❤️
Losing my eye sight and the doctors not knowing how to save it was tough. Thankfully they saved a bit. That experience has made me see things in a different way. Yeah I know, pun intended 😂
Seeing my dad collapsed on the floor and my mom panicking and crying trying to call an ambulance. Then seeing him die (he was clinically dead for just over a minute) there on the floor and be revived by the EMTs and be carted off to the hospital. He later died a second time and could not be brought back. I was 12 and I’m the one who called all the family members while waiting for the ambulance. I’m the one who had to tell my grandma her son might die.
When my moms brain aneurysm ruptured and she pretty much bled out (internally) on our bathroom floor and it took The ambulance an hour to get there. Me and my grandmother both pretty much watched her die before our eyes and being unable to help other than doing cpr when she stopped breathing
Is it appropriate to comment on how the ambulance looks like it's crying too 😭
I have schizophrenia, so there are multiple contenders, but the worst was when I had a poster of Stephen Kings IT on my wall. Hallucinated it crawling out of the poster and trying to attack me. Don't recommend, 0/10 experience
Growing up our house was at the end of a mile long dirt road and had been broken into twice so we got a male and female Dobermans. The female immediately bonded with me the male hated everybody but me and dad. He stayed chained up outside and she was free to roam outside. One day when we returned home from the grocery store I went to do my chores and one of them was feeding the male aka Satan. He was asleep and when I went to pet him he jumped me and had me pinned down. He chewed up my left leg my side and my cheek. If it wasn’t for the female aka Goldie I would have been dead. To this day I can still see the look in his eyes. I raise Dobermans now and I’ve never let a fear hold me back, life is too short
Incredible story, especially how you didn't let what happened prevent you from raising Dobermans now. So many of the stories here do not have the same outcome and want to make it clear your accomplishment does not diminish their story or the other way round x
Had a couple of them that I couldn't decide between:
First one: Driving fast on a rural road, two lanes & hilly. I pop over a hill and there's a car stopped in the lane just ahead, and another car coming from the other direction. No way to stop in time and no open lane. Everything went slow motion in my head, and I whipped my car onto the tiny gravel shoulder with inches to spare and got around without losing control. My friends in the car were all screaming.
Second one: Just got out of surgery for my neck and was pretty much immobilized. They told me if I felt any pain to click the button for the morphine drip taped to my hand, and that it self limits to every 15 minutes. I'm in pain and click it. No relief. This goes on for a while and the pain gets worse and worse. The young attendant finally starts paying attention and says "Oh. We left the clip on the drip line" and pulls it off. I knew I'd clicked that button a few times so there was probably a lot in the line. My last memory was the older nurse in the room yelling "Nooooo!" and lunging towards me.
Hemorrhage during a miscarriage. (13 weeks.)
Had been to my 12 week scan late to discover the heartbeat recently stopped, according to measurement. Was given pills to expedite the process and expel tissue.
I took them and nothing really happened aside from a ton of pain for nearly two days.
I was sitting down while my husband made some dinner for us and suddenly I felt something *large* make it’s way down. I went to the bathroom and it’s like I was pissing blood. Constant pouring. I didn’t want to ruin my clothes or bleed on the floor, so I ran the shower.
I was standing in the shower with the water running and it just wouldn’t stop. My husband came in, he was horrified. The last thing I remember saying is that I shouldn’t be bleeding like this and that something was wrong. Passed out. Luckily my husband was within arms reach so I didn’t fall.
I woke up in an ambulance and had to have two blood transfusions + emergency surgery. I remember feeling intense panic while also feeling… light? Like I was made of air. I have never seen that much blood in my life. I want to try again for a child one day but I’m terrified something like that will happen again.
TRIGGER WARNING: Death
Husband died 3 years ago this month of a rare disease, cjd. I was laying next to him as he gasped and took his last breath. Within seconds his skin grew cold and I watched his fingernails turn blue. Suddenly he looked like a complete different being and in my state of mind, I convinced myself that in the time I’d been in the bathroom 15 minutes earlier, they’d switched him with someone else, and that my husband was really alive somewhere else. I’d been present when my grandmother, dad, and mom died but this was the first time someone changed so drastically that I couldn’t recognize them. I was in denial for weeks thinking he really wasn’t gone. To this day, I sometimes think he’s out there and maybe he’ll come home when he’s able to. I wonder if I have ptsd because sometimes the image is something I can’t escape.
Was working on a lobster boat and as the traps were going off the back my foot got caught in the lines and I was quickly dragged towards the water. As I got towards the edge of the deck I managed to grab the railing and a split second later my boot popped off and I was free.
If my boot didn't come off I would have probably been dragged to the bottom of the ocean and never been found, crab food for sure. My life flashed before my eyes and I have never been more scared. The drink I had when got back to land was the best I've ever tasted and I didn't work at sea for much longer after that.
I ran out of oxygen while scuba diving. I was 70 feet underwater and had a faulty oxygen gauge on my regulator that said I had plenty of pressure. And all of a sudden I couldn't breathe.
Diagnosis of bladder cancer, the best day of my life was six months later when the urologist reported that I was completely clean
Car accident. It was flying, fully airborne, sideways, heading towards other cars. I had a moment of “we’ll be right back” and didn’t really black out, just stopped perceiving, and snapped back the moment the car’s motion stopped. I was unscathed.
It’s also one of my lowest points. All because I was angry at a woman who s**t all over me and mistreated me, I angrily made a driving mistake and nearly [unalived] myself and a few friends who were also in the car. I did drive again, but I don’t take any safety for granted now. And I don’t let my anger take control anymore.
Finally, I’ll say this: if a significant other mistreats you and shows no consternation or guilt, remember that more than their apology later. Abusive relationships are not ok, and the only correct answer is to walk away from the abusers. It is not our job to fix them, and we are the last one who ever could, were it possible.
Mountain lion screamed at me while i was out photographing at night by myself 15 days ago
But maybe just recency bias cuz i get scared a lot
No, this is legit. I've heard a puma scream. If that doesn't scare someone, they lack the fear response. Of course, my late gramps helpfully said, "It's the one you don't hear"...
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I was in shop class and working on a truck's A/C. All the hoist's were taken so I'm in a flat bay, but it's fine, I'm small and fit under the truck on my creeper. I didn't realize the line cracked and was leaking R-12 in my face, until I take a breath. My lungs fill, but there's no oxygen. So I take another breath and another. At this point black spots are dancing in front of my eyes and I still have to wiggle out from under the the truck. I can't yell, I can barely get a whisper out, even if i could, the shop is loud. As I'm struggling to get out, someone grabs my feet and yanks me out. The instructor noticed me thrashing and pulled me out. It still took a full minute before I could get oxygen to my lungs. Fortunately the EMT class (faster than an ambulance) was nearby and they had O2. I've been hit by a car and died for five minutes, but this was by far scarier because I was aware the whole time.
A scary experience I remember from when I was around 10 yrs old: My father (who had a lot of anger issues), was robbed at gunpoint. A few days later, a very polite, older (shabbily dressed) man showed up at our door---he said he found my father's driver's license and brought it to return to us.My mom and I were the only ones home at the time--he wasn't at all threatening and seemed genuine so my mom gave him some money as a reward he was grateful and left. When my father was told about it, he had a fit (major anger management issues), got his unlicensed gun to go after this guy he now decided was the mugger (even though his description was of a much young man). He dragged me along, driving in very sketchy areas to "identify" the guy who came to the door. My mom didn't know about this until after we got home (and was livid at his disregard for my safety---I was about 9 or 10 at the time). I'll tell ya, I wouldn't have pointed him out to my father in a million years---even if I had thhe was the mugger (which I didn't). (When we were a little older my mom left him with me and my siblings in tow.)
"You don't sound bad. Go to the ER if it get worse" An urgent care nurse told me after checking my lungs with a stethoscope over a heavy woolen after I went there an April 2020 after having a cold (Covid I presume..had all the symptoms) that was getting worse and getting harder to breathe. After that I literally had nightmares that someone was choking me..once I started to black out on my dream..only to wake up gasping for air. I finally did get better...in all...it took eight month for the worse to pass.
8-6 months ago, I needed to have surgery on both my legs. The first one happened in May, and all was fine. But the second one happened in July and truly was one of the worst experiences I've had. They gave me an epidural and for some reason didn't tell or even ask my parents (for context I'm 13). Idk why the epidural did this but it started hurting my back and head really badly. I couldn't sit stand or even stay awake. I was nauseous and didn't eat food for two days. Lost 3-4 kgs (still haven't gained them back). Pain went away after 9 goddamn days. It still hurts sometimes. 6 months later, still have flashbacks.
Someone f*cked up, and as an MD, I apologize on their behalf. I had to relearn to walk b/c of my own frigging professional colleagues in my early 40s (10 years ago now and I still have pain every day). Best guess, from your description, spinal nerve damage, and there are specialists for PTSD from medical trauma and chronic pain. I wish you a great deal of healing. Oh, and a good lawyer. Sue them. That tends to be the only way to get their attention.
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I experienced auditory and visual hallucinations when withdrawing from alcohol. I'd been on a three week drinking binge and decided to stop cold turkey thinking I'd be OK. Thought my neighbours were all conspiring to kill me and that there was a microchip in my brain so everyone could hear my thoughts. I eventually ended up in A+E after having a seizure. I still remember being absolutely terrified. Spent a few days in hospital being properly detoxed and was allowed home. Been sober six years. God bless the NHS.
Congratulations on your sobriety! Can I add to Emma's experience that you should never, ever try to quit alcohol cold turkey, even if you get only mild withdrawal symptoms. As well as the mental issues she describes and seizures - themselves very dangerous - it can result in cardiac arrest. If you need to stop drinking, seek professional help. You can arrange librium to safely detox at home.
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I was about eight years old, playing in my bedroom. My parents were downstairs looking at grocery ads for the upcoming grocery day. All of a sudden, my mom lets out this horrible scream like she got stabbed, and I hear my dad freak out and tell my grandpa to call 911, saying that my mom was having a seizure. Dad told me to stay upstairs and go to his room to watch TV, so I wouldn't have to see anything. Mom was at the hospital until the following evening because the seizure was so severe it caused her to forget how to speak, and she had another one in the parking lot when she was discharged the first time so they had to take her back. She had them for about ten more years, thinking it was epilepsy, but turns out her thyroid had totally shut down. She hasn't had another one in roughly ten years since then, but that first one will haunt me for the rest of my days.
timeframe: i was eleven. (disclaimer: no, not a racist-just an experience during height of civil rights movement.) living in city students took the city bus to school as the stop was in front of the school. predominantly black as i was one of two white students attending. was always told not to go to back of bus so many kids crowded at the front. one morning i got shoved to the back. a group of older students jumped up and asked me: "are you white & proud?" there was no right answer to that question. proceeded to get roughed up, things stolen, etc. their school was the stop right before mine and as they got out of the rear door one of them set fire to my long hair. didn't even realize it until a bunch of kids knocked me down and started pounding on me to put it out. always grateful mom explained idiots & a******s come from all communities so i never held negative attitudes about the perpetrators of this act. and, no, they didn't get in trouble for it. the left overs of this is fear of catching on fire. firing up the bbq is quite the safety production at my house as well as a life time of short hair
I can't swim and I figured that out the hard way several times throughout my life. First time, I was about 7 years old and I had to save myself since my family couldn't see me. Second time, I was about 14 years old and, again, had to save myself because the people I was with as well as the lifeguards couldn't see me because it was so crowded. Third time, I was 30-31 years old and my ex had to save me, only to get mad at me for "letting it happen." Yeah, I can't swim. I've had lessons, too.
I have a few that scare for different reasons. 1.) My childhood best friend died from drowning at 4 years old. A couple of years later, I almost drowned. I remember fighting in the water, losing my sense of direction, then it became very bright, calm and I knew I would see my friend soon. My sibling found me, dragged me back to the surface and the bright calm was torn away. I am not sure what is more scary, that I almost drowned, or remembering being saved was almost unwelcome. I almost imagine it to be like as a baby is born. Calm womb, to noise, panic and chaos. 2.) Having to tell my 16 year old sister our mum had passed away, because my stepdad was too cowardly. She had been in full blown denial that mum was sick and I was terrified at her reaction. 3.) Having to see anyone/thing else I love pass/ after passing. I swore after seeing Nan, Granddad, my Mum and then, father-in-law, I couldn’t see it again. They lose “something”.
The scariest moment of my life to date is watching my mom have a seizure. I was sitting on the couch with one earbud in watching youtube when I heard my stepmom say "Baby?" over and over again. I didn't think anything of it until I heard "911 what's your emergency?" and ran off the couch to find my stepmom over my mother's seizing body. I couldn't breathe. It was so scary, watching her try to speak but only baby talk came out. Her body kept seizing and I could tell she was about to pass out. I started crying and screaming. I had to wait outside for the ambulance, crying and screaming "Something's wrong with my momma." Our neighbors helped me to calm down and I called my best friend who stayed with me while my mom was taken to the hospital. Watching her get rolled out of the house on a stretcher, I was so scared. The fear of wondering if I would wake up without my mother is the worst fear I've ever felt. Luckily, she is perfectly fine and healthy now, and I still have my amazing mother.
I got a couple, all involving cars. 1) I was driving my ex's car and the breaks suddenly went out. Went into traffic and was luckily able to be missed by the 3 cars in the street and pull over in a parking lot. 2) driving down a windy road and it starts to rain. My rear tire blew out and I had overcorrected and did a 180° spin and rolled backward into a ditch. My car was 2-4 inches away from a big chunk of concrete. My dad (who did accident investigation as an MP) said had I hit that I probably wouldn't be here now. 3) driving on the interstate to meet up with my MIL to pick up my son. Again, raining. I hit a big puddle and hydroplaned, another 180° spin for me, and smacked sideways into the guardrail. I didn't hit anyone or get hit but there were a couple other vehicles behind me that did hit each other. I felt horrible for everyone else.
Years ago I was in the northern Nevada desert taking pictures of the stars. I'm parked along the old highway which most avoid to save time. As I'm bent over my camera I hear the sound of footsteps in the gravel. Turn around and no one was there. I noped the frak out of there in about 2 minutes flat.
I was almost 36 with a 10 month old & a 7 year old. SAHM. Horrible teeth but no dental insurance. Go to bed Sunday night fine. Wake up Monday morning with face swollen from right ear to just past the left side of my mouth and from shoulder/neck to my hairline. Put off going to ER until about 9pm whenhubbyinsisted. Sent home with pain meds. Back in am, excruciating pain and dilerious. Admitted immediately. Turn out I had micro accesses across the entire top row of teeth. The infection had turned septic and if I had waited any longer I probably would have died. Wonderful on-call dental surgeon told me to come back next week saying I was in pain again. He ended up removing all but 2 top teeth as an emergency surgery so our medical insurance would cover it. He wouldn't even charge me for the follow-up. If not for him, I'd be dead. Scares me to remember
It's 11:30 and I'm about to go to sleep. Tempting!! But I think is best to revisit this in the morning LOL
I was in shop class and working on a truck's A/C. All the hoist's were taken so I'm in a flat bay, but it's fine, I'm small and fit under the truck on my creeper. I didn't realize the line cracked and was leaking R-12 in my face, until I take a breath. My lungs fill, but there's no oxygen. So I take another breath and another. At this point black spots are dancing in front of my eyes and I still have to wiggle out from under the the truck. I can't yell, I can barely get a whisper out, even if i could, the shop is loud. As I'm struggling to get out, someone grabs my feet and yanks me out. The instructor noticed me thrashing and pulled me out. It still took a full minute before I could get oxygen to my lungs. Fortunately the EMT class (faster than an ambulance) was nearby and they had O2. I've been hit by a car and died for five minutes, but this was by far scarier because I was aware the whole time.
A scary experience I remember from when I was around 10 yrs old: My father (who had a lot of anger issues), was robbed at gunpoint. A few days later, a very polite, older (shabbily dressed) man showed up at our door---he said he found my father's driver's license and brought it to return to us.My mom and I were the only ones home at the time--he wasn't at all threatening and seemed genuine so my mom gave him some money as a reward he was grateful and left. When my father was told about it, he had a fit (major anger management issues), got his unlicensed gun to go after this guy he now decided was the mugger (even though his description was of a much young man). He dragged me along, driving in very sketchy areas to "identify" the guy who came to the door. My mom didn't know about this until after we got home (and was livid at his disregard for my safety---I was about 9 or 10 at the time). I'll tell ya, I wouldn't have pointed him out to my father in a million years---even if I had thhe was the mugger (which I didn't). (When we were a little older my mom left him with me and my siblings in tow.)
"You don't sound bad. Go to the ER if it get worse" An urgent care nurse told me after checking my lungs with a stethoscope over a heavy woolen after I went there an April 2020 after having a cold (Covid I presume..had all the symptoms) that was getting worse and getting harder to breathe. After that I literally had nightmares that someone was choking me..once I started to black out on my dream..only to wake up gasping for air. I finally did get better...in all...it took eight month for the worse to pass.
8-6 months ago, I needed to have surgery on both my legs. The first one happened in May, and all was fine. But the second one happened in July and truly was one of the worst experiences I've had. They gave me an epidural and for some reason didn't tell or even ask my parents (for context I'm 13). Idk why the epidural did this but it started hurting my back and head really badly. I couldn't sit stand or even stay awake. I was nauseous and didn't eat food for two days. Lost 3-4 kgs (still haven't gained them back). Pain went away after 9 goddamn days. It still hurts sometimes. 6 months later, still have flashbacks.
Someone f*cked up, and as an MD, I apologize on their behalf. I had to relearn to walk b/c of my own frigging professional colleagues in my early 40s (10 years ago now and I still have pain every day). Best guess, from your description, spinal nerve damage, and there are specialists for PTSD from medical trauma and chronic pain. I wish you a great deal of healing. Oh, and a good lawyer. Sue them. That tends to be the only way to get their attention.
Load More Replies... I experienced auditory and visual hallucinations when withdrawing from alcohol. I'd been on a three week drinking binge and decided to stop cold turkey thinking I'd be OK. Thought my neighbours were all conspiring to kill me and that there was a microchip in my brain so everyone could hear my thoughts. I eventually ended up in A+E after having a seizure. I still remember being absolutely terrified. Spent a few days in hospital being properly detoxed and was allowed home. Been sober six years. God bless the NHS.
Congratulations on your sobriety! Can I add to Emma's experience that you should never, ever try to quit alcohol cold turkey, even if you get only mild withdrawal symptoms. As well as the mental issues she describes and seizures - themselves very dangerous - it can result in cardiac arrest. If you need to stop drinking, seek professional help. You can arrange librium to safely detox at home.
Load More Replies... I was about eight years old, playing in my bedroom. My parents were downstairs looking at grocery ads for the upcoming grocery day. All of a sudden, my mom lets out this horrible scream like she got stabbed, and I hear my dad freak out and tell my grandpa to call 911, saying that my mom was having a seizure. Dad told me to stay upstairs and go to his room to watch TV, so I wouldn't have to see anything. Mom was at the hospital until the following evening because the seizure was so severe it caused her to forget how to speak, and she had another one in the parking lot when she was discharged the first time so they had to take her back. She had them for about ten more years, thinking it was epilepsy, but turns out her thyroid had totally shut down. She hasn't had another one in roughly ten years since then, but that first one will haunt me for the rest of my days.
timeframe: i was eleven. (disclaimer: no, not a racist-just an experience during height of civil rights movement.) living in city students took the city bus to school as the stop was in front of the school. predominantly black as i was one of two white students attending. was always told not to go to back of bus so many kids crowded at the front. one morning i got shoved to the back. a group of older students jumped up and asked me: "are you white & proud?" there was no right answer to that question. proceeded to get roughed up, things stolen, etc. their school was the stop right before mine and as they got out of the rear door one of them set fire to my long hair. didn't even realize it until a bunch of kids knocked me down and started pounding on me to put it out. always grateful mom explained idiots & a******s come from all communities so i never held negative attitudes about the perpetrators of this act. and, no, they didn't get in trouble for it. the left overs of this is fear of catching on fire. firing up the bbq is quite the safety production at my house as well as a life time of short hair
I can't swim and I figured that out the hard way several times throughout my life. First time, I was about 7 years old and I had to save myself since my family couldn't see me. Second time, I was about 14 years old and, again, had to save myself because the people I was with as well as the lifeguards couldn't see me because it was so crowded. Third time, I was 30-31 years old and my ex had to save me, only to get mad at me for "letting it happen." Yeah, I can't swim. I've had lessons, too.
I have a few that scare for different reasons. 1.) My childhood best friend died from drowning at 4 years old. A couple of years later, I almost drowned. I remember fighting in the water, losing my sense of direction, then it became very bright, calm and I knew I would see my friend soon. My sibling found me, dragged me back to the surface and the bright calm was torn away. I am not sure what is more scary, that I almost drowned, or remembering being saved was almost unwelcome. I almost imagine it to be like as a baby is born. Calm womb, to noise, panic and chaos. 2.) Having to tell my 16 year old sister our mum had passed away, because my stepdad was too cowardly. She had been in full blown denial that mum was sick and I was terrified at her reaction. 3.) Having to see anyone/thing else I love pass/ after passing. I swore after seeing Nan, Granddad, my Mum and then, father-in-law, I couldn’t see it again. They lose “something”.
The scariest moment of my life to date is watching my mom have a seizure. I was sitting on the couch with one earbud in watching youtube when I heard my stepmom say "Baby?" over and over again. I didn't think anything of it until I heard "911 what's your emergency?" and ran off the couch to find my stepmom over my mother's seizing body. I couldn't breathe. It was so scary, watching her try to speak but only baby talk came out. Her body kept seizing and I could tell she was about to pass out. I started crying and screaming. I had to wait outside for the ambulance, crying and screaming "Something's wrong with my momma." Our neighbors helped me to calm down and I called my best friend who stayed with me while my mom was taken to the hospital. Watching her get rolled out of the house on a stretcher, I was so scared. The fear of wondering if I would wake up without my mother is the worst fear I've ever felt. Luckily, she is perfectly fine and healthy now, and I still have my amazing mother.
I got a couple, all involving cars. 1) I was driving my ex's car and the breaks suddenly went out. Went into traffic and was luckily able to be missed by the 3 cars in the street and pull over in a parking lot. 2) driving down a windy road and it starts to rain. My rear tire blew out and I had overcorrected and did a 180° spin and rolled backward into a ditch. My car was 2-4 inches away from a big chunk of concrete. My dad (who did accident investigation as an MP) said had I hit that I probably wouldn't be here now. 3) driving on the interstate to meet up with my MIL to pick up my son. Again, raining. I hit a big puddle and hydroplaned, another 180° spin for me, and smacked sideways into the guardrail. I didn't hit anyone or get hit but there were a couple other vehicles behind me that did hit each other. I felt horrible for everyone else.
Years ago I was in the northern Nevada desert taking pictures of the stars. I'm parked along the old highway which most avoid to save time. As I'm bent over my camera I hear the sound of footsteps in the gravel. Turn around and no one was there. I noped the frak out of there in about 2 minutes flat.
I was almost 36 with a 10 month old & a 7 year old. SAHM. Horrible teeth but no dental insurance. Go to bed Sunday night fine. Wake up Monday morning with face swollen from right ear to just past the left side of my mouth and from shoulder/neck to my hairline. Put off going to ER until about 9pm whenhubbyinsisted. Sent home with pain meds. Back in am, excruciating pain and dilerious. Admitted immediately. Turn out I had micro accesses across the entire top row of teeth. The infection had turned septic and if I had waited any longer I probably would have died. Wonderful on-call dental surgeon told me to come back next week saying I was in pain again. He ended up removing all but 2 top teeth as an emergency surgery so our medical insurance would cover it. He wouldn't even charge me for the follow-up. If not for him, I'd be dead. Scares me to remember
It's 11:30 and I'm about to go to sleep. Tempting!! But I think is best to revisit this in the morning LOL
