Name the worst time you had the bejebus scared out of you.

[Nostalgiascape]

I have a very creepy story and I love creepy story threads. I'd love to hear other people's stories!

I still can't believe the way this happened. I've watched horror films my entire life and even while it was happening I couldn't believe how similar it was.
It was 1992, I was 15 (I'm female). The house we lived in was a house built in the 30's with a detached garage in the back yard where the washer and dryer were (a lot like what we see in Halloween when Annie walks across the yard to do her laundry). It was CA so the entire back yard was fenced in with a privacy fence, but the back fence/gate lead to the alley.

It was early evening - not completely dark out but the sun was starting to set. We had a family room right inside the back french doors where my father was sleeping on the couch at the moment. I tried NEVER to do laundry at night, so I was walking out to the garage to take some of my clothes out of the dryer.

When you went into the garage, there was a window right over the washer/dryer facing the portion of our yard where there was a woodshed and the gate that lead out to the alley.

I went in, bent down to take my clothes out of the dryer. When I stood up, a man was standing on the outside of the window looking in at me. He started to say something to me and all I thought was "I have to get OUT of this garage before he comes around to the door and traps me in here." So I ran out of the garage back into the back yard toward the house. He began to walk toward me and the only thing that kept me from going in the house was being afraid he'd get in behind me before I could slam and lock the back door behind me and he'd trap me in THERE (forgetting my 6'3" father was sleeping on the sofa, but he worked odd hours and was an extremely heavy sleeper so many times when he was sleeping it was like being alone). My plan was to run around the side of the house toward the front - stay outside and run so I could go screaming down the street where people could hear me and it would make a scene.

Before I could do that our little terrier ran outside and started barking at the guy ferociously, so he stopped walking toward me. My father shortly followed and said "Hey, who the FK are you?". Then he looked at me and said "What the FK are you doing standing there without a G'dam weapon????!".

The guy became flustered and told him he had seen some garbage cans knocked over in the alley so he stopped to see if they were ours. My Dad followed him out to the alley where there were NO garbage cans knocked over and his car was parked a few houses down. He basically chased him out of the neighborhood. We didn't call police which, in hidsight was a huge mistake. Who knows what he did and to whom after this. I still feel incredibly guilty about that.

Wow! You might have been the next Annie.

[ScarecrowJack]

Weird, huh? I bet you all think I'm crazy now.

But we love you anyway. Seriously, I don't find it strange at all.

Haha, thanks Scarecrow! Those are some really interesting stories!

Any time. Glad you liked the stories.

[Castle]

I've had a few times where I had the piss scared outta me. I was caught in a stampede of cattle out at my grampa's ranch when I was 12. I jumped a six foot cattle gate just before I got impaled by a bull's horn. That scared me.
But I'm not really afraid of physical things. Movies like Halloween or Friday the 13th never scared me as a kid because Michael and Jason are physical beings, they can be stopped one way or another. Movies about ghosts... that's different. You can't stop a ghost.
I've seen weird stuff since I was a kid. Most of it never really bothered me. I saw the ghost of my friend's mother a few years ago, but I felt comforted somehow. I remember seeing a floating, decapitated, decaying head next to my bed, but I can't remember if that was a dream or if I really saw it.
I've probably posted this earlier at some point, but there was one particular time in my apartment that scared the piss outta me. Something woke me up one night. I didn't hear or feel anything, I just felt uneasy for some reason. I turned the light on next to my bed and sat up, shot gun in hand (I keep it next to my bed, I lived on a bad side of town). I called out a few times, even cocked the gun, but didn't hear anything. Suddenly I noticed a small light blue, transparent spot on my wall next to the bedroom door about eye level for me if I were standing up. I stared at it for a while, wondering if I were just getting another migraine or if I were seeing things. For a split second, I saw a silhouette of a person standing there, their head right where the blue spot was. I only saw an outline, but for some reason I can remember exactly how they looked. They wore glasses, had a combover hair cut, wore a dark polo shirt, and dress pants. I didn't see their face though. I dropped the shot gun, pulled on some shorts, and bolted out to my truck. I didn't stay there that night. Whatever it was that was in there with me, it wasn't nice.

[oboingo76]

It's funny you mention that Castle, especially about not being sure if you're seeing things.

I've had experiences where I wake up and see someone in the room for a split second. It goes away, but I'm never sure if it's a carry over from a dream I was having and my eyes just weren't awake yet (sort of like sleep paralysis).

A couple weeks ago, a friend of ours across the streed passed away. He was 72, but it was very unexpected and we were in shock for several days. One night (I can't remember now how many nights it was after he passed), I woke up and opened my eyes and saw him sitting there on my husband's side of the bed, sort of looking at him. He was in a sitting position because he was disabled. I remember the shirt he had on and everything (a sort of reddish plaid shirt that I know I'd seen him wear). I found it odd just because my husband used to spend a lot of time with him - really he spent more time with him than anyone on the street (we have sort of a close knit neighborhood).

I'm a big believer when I hear a lot of other peoples' stories about the supernatural but when something happens to me I tend to be a skeptic and try to come up with rational explanations. In this scenario I just chalked it up to him being on my mind and my eyes not being entirely awake yet. But it would also make sense that he made a stop to see my husband before moving on completely because my husband has been helping his wife out a lot with some of the legal paperwork she has to deal with.

I guess I'll never know but it's frustrating when you aren't sure.

[NeverMore]

OK. Had a good one today.

I had to drive up to Miramar today and the traffic on the interstate 15 was dead stop, so I hopped off the freeway onto a surface street that runs along the Marine base. I'm driving along, wondering why there are no other cars when a fighter jet comes screaming right across my windshield, about 100 feet off the ground. Dang near had to pull over to change my shorts! I forgot the airshow started today.

Turns out the road was closed further on and I had to turn around and go around the west side of the base. Added 30 minutes to my drive. I did get to watch the Blue Angels some when I was stuck in traffic coming back. If you've never been to a military airshow, add it to your bucket list. Just don't sit under the flight path.




"Don't screw around with me Maverick. You're a hell of an instinctive pilot. Maybe too good. I'd like to bust your butt but I
can't. I got another problem here. I gotta send somebody from this squadron to Miramar. I gotta do something here, I still
can't believe it. I gotta give you your dream shot! I'm gonna send you up against the best. You two characters are going to
Top Gun."