What's the scariest thing that's happened in your life?

[Sharpflame]

We at hyperspace don't socialize about anything but flag games XD so...

 

What is the scariest/worst/etc. thing that's happened in your life?

 

 

I have seen topics like these and they can get pretty good.

 

 

 

 

Unfortunately, my life hasn't had anything extremely creepy happen except for the time that I thought I saw someone in my back yard... that's about it

[tcsoccerman]

one time a while back, it was around midnight, and i thought i heard someone walking on our porch while i was in bed(the porch is outside next to my room). It was a creaky noise w/ footsteps. Then, the next morning i found out that my uncle(who was at our house at the time) had his radio stolen from his car(which was at our house). Creepy, but the burglar was an idiot since he left a wallet, cell phone, and other valubles, not to mention the car.

[Wild Luck]

I will try to make this short, so here i go:

 

I was at the beach, all cool, when we were coming around 7 pm EST ( it was night aready) my friend had a honda hatchback and he always passed me and all other cars on all curves, he checked to see if they were lights coming in the other way and if not he took the other way line and acelerated taking over all the cars.

 

I got tired of he doing the same thing and leaving me behind, so the next time he tried to p!@#$%^&* another car on a curve I went just at his tail, but this time a bus (it was a Metro bus that carries like 50-60 people) was coming in the other way luckly he made it on time, but for me the bus was like 5-10 meters away from been in front of me, luckly the lady who i was trying to p!@#$%^&* in the curve went onto the shoulder and i passed between the metro and her USV. We were like at 120 km/hr when i saw the bus in front of me, i braked, shifted the car down to 2nd and passed between them, there were 3 more people in the car besides me and nobody said anything till we arrived wich was something like 50 kms. Yeah and we all went to the church next sunday.

Edited June 19, 2007 by Wild Luck

[Boldot]

My friend has always been (and it seems always will be) an insane driver. He would regularly pull the kind of stunt Wild described, except he would be going 120mph while doing it (193 kph). So anyway, he had just got an immaculate 1980 Toyota Supra, The guy he had bought it from had a penchant for pimping out his cars, so the car had, the most beautiful paint job you've ever seen, some nice racing tires, awesome rims, and twin turbo's. This car looked like sex on wheels, and could out race probably every other car in my city. So on to the story, here I am sitting in this car with my friend a few days after he had just gotten it driving around like a maniac. Going easily over 100mph through traffic, cutting people off, passing them on the shoulders, every kind of dumb!@#$%^&*ery a teenager with a fast car can do. Were driving on this main street, and he thinks he saw a police car on the other way, so he goes "Oh crap dude, I gotta try and hide!" Proceeding to make an almost immediate right turn at somehere over 100mph. The car sliiiiiides, spins, and fishtails for the next 40 seconds (probably 10-20, but it felt like 5 minutes) or so. Somehow we end up not hitting 1) another car 2) any street signs 3) the curb or 4) the fence on the other side of the road. We end up parking by target (which was on this street) getting out of the car, and just trying to breathe again (and to avoid the police.)

 

Not the scariest moment of my life, but if you know anything my history with cars, you'd appreciate why this would be so bad. (and no, I don't want to recall the scariest scariest moment, it's not something I like to think about.)

Edited June 19, 2007 by Boldot

[Sharpflame]

My friend has always been (and it seems always will be) an insane driver. He would regularly pull the kind of stunt Wild described, except he would be going 120mph while doing it (193 kph). So anyway, he had just got an immaculate 1980 Toyota Supra, The guy he had bought it from had a penchant for pimping out his cars, so the car had, the most beautiful paint job you've ever seen, some nice racing tires, awesome rims, and twin turbo's. This car looked like sex on wheels, and could out race probably every other car in my city. So on to the story, here I am sitting in this car with my friend a few days after he had just gotten it driving around like a maniac. Going easily over 100mph through traffic, cutting people off, passing them on the shoulders, every kind of dumb!@#$%^&*ery a teenager with a fast car can do. Were driving on this main street, and he thinks he saw a police car on the other way, so he goes "Oh crap dude, I gotta try and hide!" Proceeding to make an almost immediate right turn at somehere over 100mph. The car sliiiiiides, spins, and fishtails for the next 40 seconds (probably 10-20, but it felt like 5 minutes) or so. Somehow we end up not hitting 1) another car 2) any street signs 3) the curb or 4) the fence on the other side of the road. We end up parking by target (which was on this street) getting out of the car, and just trying to breathe again (and to avoid the police.)

 

Not the scariest moment of my life, but if you know anything my history with cars, you'd appreciate why this would be so bad. (and no, I don't want to recall the scariest scariest moment, it's not something I like to think about.)

 

 

I would be scared the police get on you...

[BlueWyvern]

Miss Meow> !@#$%^&* you

[Sharpflame]

Miss Meow> !@#$%^&* you

 

Thanks...?

[Evil Doom]

scariest moment was when... NEVER... im 3vil i dont get scared... i put fear in ppl!

[Muskrat]

Well this one time my and a friend were driving home across Texas and about 4-5 hours from home we got pulled over outside the !@#$%^&*hole city of the world Midland, Tx, the land of our President George Bush . Anyways, they were state troopers acting like !@#$%^&*holes and the arrested my friend who was driving because they found weed on him. Then, because our stories coordinated, they signed his car over to me while he went to jail. The crappy part was that the cop didn't give me back my driver's license so I was fairly stranded. To make a long story short I had another run-in with the cops which gets complicated without an ID, slept outside of a gas station, and had a !@#$%^&* of a time getting bail money western union'ed to me and then bailing my friend out, all miraculously without an ID, which it turns out the state trooper had given to my friend in jail. Oh and every cell phone i had in the car (3) died. Oh and what made it incredibly intense: the entire time me and my friend were tripping HARD on acid.

[nikegurl637]

5:Fat Cat> nike wanna be my e-girlfriend

[scarface.nl]

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Prolly the scariest moment of my life was when I first set down on my new bicycle. I hopped up there, and with my parents yelling "You got it, Champ!" I wobbled off, almost pissing my pants. I kept trying to get onto that bike, but the first time sitting on the seat the long front part kept going up my rectum. It was a very frightening experience. I finally got up enough courage to set on the bike, and then I kind of meagerly walked it around on the sidewalk. After much persuasion from my parents, I pushed off of the concrete with my foot and off I was! It was probably the most exasperating experience of my life. Not only did I not want to ride this stupid bike, I did not want to have a piece of rubber rammed up my rectal cavity. So, as I pushed off, I felt the wind rushing in my hair and ears. I could feel the cool breeze gently grazing my arms as I went. Too bad I fell off and scraped my knee before very far. I got up, whining like the little pansy my uncle Joey always called me. I sat there, like a little angry dog, snapping at everything that tried to console me as my knee felt as though it was on fire. So now, not only was I being sexually molested by a blue bike, not only was I being forced to do something I really had very little if no interest in, I was also physically injured. The next day, with a fresh new Spider-Man band-aid attached to my sore knee, my parents coaxed me back into the act. I saddled up, let the rubber sink in, and I pushed off of the ground again. Once again, the accelerating rush, the breeze in my hair, the agonizing pain in my knee, and the round piece of rubber in my bum bum, and I was riding my new bike down the street. And then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, as I turned the first corner I would ever turn on wheels, I saw a glimmer of green. A shiny, round object slowly, sluggishly slothing across the sidewalk. I knew this animal, I had watched it on Nickelodeon before. It was Franklin! Oh, how I wanted to pick up Franklin and hug him! I pedaled faster, and faster, before I realized something terrible! While they spent most of the afternoon teaching me how to ride the bike and how to push off, they never actually told me how to brake. I was horrified, my hands frozen and locked on the handlebars as I neared Franklin. I couldn't move, I was in shock. I was going to hit Franklin, and my body was not responding to my overwhelming cries to stop this horrible creation known as a bicycle. I closed my eyes, knowing that the inevitable was seconds away, and I then I felt the most sickening feeling I have ever felt in my life. I felt that sickening, squish sound that only happens when you run over a fleshy creature. I purposely lost my balance on the bike and fell off, rolling into the grass My eyes flooded with tears, my elbows and knees fresh with new scrapes and cuts from my recent wreck, I got up and slowly made my way over to Franklin. Then, I saw it. The horrible remains of a turtle who had its head poking out crossing the side walk. My front tire had completely rolled over his head, and squished it. Brain matter was spewed all over the sidewalk and on his diamond patterned, beautiful s!@#$%^&*. I hit my knees, my tears dropping onto the concrete in front of me. And then, I felt it. That feeling of enlightenment, of happiness, of joy. I don't know why, but the tears stopped. My aches and pains ceased to exist. I looked down at the turtle, and my heart fluttered. I felt whole. Looking at the carc!@#$%^&* of Franklin made me happy inside. I will never forget that day, the day I ran over that turtle.

Edited June 21, 2007 by scarface.nl

[Wild Luck]

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COULD RUIN TURTLESTORY FOR YOU IF YOU HAVE NEVER HEARD THE ORIGINAL

 

 

 

Prolly the scariest moment of my life was when I first set down on my new bicycle. I hopped up there, and with my parents yelling "You got it, Champ!" I wobbled off, almost pissing my pants. I kept trying to get onto that bike, but the first time sitting on the seat the long front part kept going up my rectum. It was a very frightening experience. I finally got up enough courage to set on the bike, and then I kind of meagerly walked it around on the sidewalk. After much persuasion from my parents, I pushed off of the concrete with my foot and off I was! It was probably the most exasperating experience of my life. Not only did I not want to ride this stupid bike, I did not want to have a piece of rubber rammed up my rectal cavity. So, as I pushed off, I felt the wind rushing in my hair and ears. I could feel the cool breeze gently grazing my arms as I went. Too bad I fell off and scraped my knee before very far. I got up, whining like the little pansy my uncle Joey always called me. I sat there, like a little angry dog, snapping at everything that tried to console me as my knee felt as though it was on fire. So now, not only was I being sexually molested by a blue bike, not only was I being forced to do something I really had very little if no interest in, I was also physically injured. The next day, with a fresh new Spider-Man band-aid attached to my sore knee, my parents coaxed me back into the act. I saddled up, let the rubber sink in, and I pushed off of the ground again. Once again, the accelerating rush, the breeze in my hair, the agonizing pain in my knee, and the round piece of rubber in my bum bum, and I was riding my new bike down the street. And then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, as I turned the first corner I would ever turn on wheels, I saw a glimmer of green. A shiny, round object slowly, sluggishly slothing across the sidewalk. I knew this animal, I had watched it on Nickelodeon before. It was Franklin! Oh, how I wanted to pick up Franklin and hug him! I pedaled faster, and faster, before I realized something terrible! While they spent most of the afternoon teaching me how to ride the bike and how to push off, they never actually told me how to brake. I was horrified, my hands frozen and locked on the handlebars as I neared Franklin. I couldn't move, I was in shock. I was going to hit Franklin, and my body was not responding to my overwhelming cries to stop this horrible creation known as a bicycle. I closed my eyes, knowing that the inevitable was seconds away, and I then I felt the most sickening feeling I have ever felt in my life. I felt that sickening, squish sound that only happens when you run over a fleshy creature. I purposely lost my balance on the bike and fell off, rolling into the grass My eyes flooded with tears, my elbows and knees fresh with new scrapes and cuts from my recent wreck, I got up and slowly made my way over to Franklin. Then, I saw it. The horrible remains of a turtle who had its head poking out crossing the side walk. My front tire had completely rolled over his head, and squished it. Brain matter was spewed all over the sidewalk and on his diamond patterned, beautiful s!@#$%^&*. I hit my knees, my tears dropping onto the concrete in front of me. And then, I felt it. That feeling of enlightenment, of happiness, of joy. I don't know why, but the tears stopped. My aches and pains ceased to exist. I looked down at the turtle, and my heart fluttered. I felt whole. Looking at the carc!@#$%^&* of Franklin made me happy inside. I will never forget that day, the day I ran over that turtle.

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[Deathboy-evil]

scariest moment was when... NEVER... im 3vil i dont get scared... i put fear in ppl!

 

LOL, that's a lie.. I've seen you get scared n I know one of your worst fears.

 

5:Fat Cat> nike wanna be my e-girlfriend

 

LOL

 

 

 

anyways, one of the most scariest times in my life would either be when I went off a huge dirt hill, (I was like 10 or 11 years old) atleast 20-40 feet in the air with my bike.. n I lost control.. my bike was almost away from me.. n i grabbed the handle bar at the last second... n landed but it was a horrible landing n scraped my arms completely.. massive bleeding injury... either that.. or having someone die in my arms.. but that was more sad then scary.. so yeah..

[Fat Cat]

wth nike!

[scarface.nl]

fc wanna be my boyfriend

[Evil Doom]

O.O ... i hate you dbe

[nikegurl637]

j/k fatty. I <3 you.

[Stoked]

well theres a lot of them but i was probably too drunk to remember some of them very well

[tcsoccer and neptune]

Mines the same as tcsoccermans...

 

I wonder why...

 

Except for once on my way to hockey, we were at a stoplight and a car going about 60 miles an hour zoomed right by our mirror (About two feet away maybe) and almost hit an ambulance.

 

PS: Tcsoccerman, you couldn't have heard the guy stealing because you're on the south side of the house, and the burglar stole at the driveway on the north side (My side ).

 

You have some explaining to do..

Edited September 25, 2007 by neptune171