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Mar 27, 07
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The time you've feared for your life the most
I don't have any stories I can remember aside from when I was a small kid in a big world and authority seemed deadly (a waste of time to write), but it'd be interesting to hear yours. Sorry if the thought evokes bad memories you'd rather keep to yourself
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Mar 27, 07
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Snorkelling in Australia when I floated about 6 inches over a stingray. (they have poisonous barbs...this is how Steve Irwin died, before that though) I had a total panic attack and inhaled a bunch of water and had to be helped to shore.
There's a couple others that aren't really shareable.
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Mar 27, 07
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the time I tempted fate and was struck by a vehicle.
After I landed on the ground there was about 1 or 2 seconds where I wasnt sure if the cars would stop in time before they ran over me. im a lucky man!
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Mar 27, 07
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I was in Prince George and we were coming down off a handful of other drugs (coke, mushrooms, e, speed, and it was my first time doing K too) and our coke ran out at this afterparty we got an invite to at the Hallowe'en rave. My buddy Rodeo and I really wanted to do acid, since it was my first time, and I had to drive 7h just to party with him and then another 3h to PG. The dude only had liquid acid left over from Shambles and there was only about three hits left... it didn't occur to me that I could have bought all of it and done it once we got back to Chetwynd (I had to drive).
So we took the acid and went to my buddy Jory's (PsybernetiX) house for awhile. He showed me all of his best drum n bass since I had only heard it for the first time at the rave... his parents were about to come home from church and naturally he didn't want two of his buddies peaking on acid when they got home so we hopped in the car and drove off.. found a place to park and trip finally around dusk. This was after driving onto a golf course to smoke weed and wait for the acid to kick in on the fourth green. Rodeo and I were giving eachother mondo negative vibes so I went for a walk so he could talk to his girlfriend. Went down this dark path, jumping and climbing trees.. when all of a sudden I look up and see flames reflecting in the clouds and part of the sky, blacker than black, started moving. In my head, I thought of that old cartoon they played on TV every hallowe'en "Night on Smokey Mountain" I think... and I realized "fuck, that's the Bat!" and then the acid really kicked in. I heard "Ride of the Valkyrie" by Wagner playing just like in the cartoon and that fucking bat chased me all the way to the end of this dirt path. Everytime it passed by a tree, shrub, rock, whatever.. the object came to life and lashed out. I finally made it to the end and realized I was at a highway or something and had nowhere to go but back the way I came. Full blast, maybe 10 minutes of mortal peril later, I come bounding out of the forest and over this dirt mound that was infront of the path entrance and right onto the roof of my car. Didn't even stop.. just rolled off and booked it on down the road looking for my friends. They had to drive up beside me before my adrenaline stopped pumping and I realized I ran at least a mile past them. Most fearful moment of my life. So much fun.
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Mar 27, 07
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That time when guys came into my home while I was sleeping, tied us up, beat us up, pointed guns directly at us, and terrorized us for 25 minutes.
I haven't slept the same since. I check every door and window, several times a night before bed. My phone is right beside me on my nightstand, and I have a lock on my bedroom door. If I have a nightmare, it is of someone in my room, and me not being able to get away.
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Mar 27, 07
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I was walking home late one night and I had a feeling I was being followed. I crossed the street just to make sure to see if he was following me and he still was. I thought hmm okay maybe coinsidence and crossed the street again and YES he was following me. I started walking really fast almost running and i knew he was walking faster too. I wasnt far from home so when I turned and hit the alley way I started running as fast as I could. I got to my gate and ran down and then I saw a fuckin skunk with its tail up about to spray. I think I scared it with the running towards it. I didnt want to get sprayed [ yeah that might sound fucking stupid to all of you. but whatever. ]so I backed up a little and turned around and I saw the man standing there right in front of me pretty much and then he ran off.
I was soo fucking scared.
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Mar 27, 07
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I was alone.
I was pickpocketed in Arequipa Peru by a group of pick pockets working together. Everything was in that wallet. Talk about a STUPID travelleing move.I should of known better. Anways, when i realized what had happend i started screaming and throwing a fit on the street. All of a sudden a Peruvian policeman came out of nowhere and grabbed this random guy and walked right past me,said nothing, and kept on walking with this guy in his custody. my spanish was very weak at that point and he did not speak any english. I pleaded desperatly with the "officer" to stop and tell me what is going on. In South America law enforcment is mostly a "entrepreneurial" venture. There are always reports and stories of police working with theives robbing and kidnapping tourists. i was completely alone,just been robbed of my wallet wich held EVERYTHING and was forced to just blindly follow this cop down a darkend alley. ...i was preparing for the worst while the worst was running through my mind. my money,passport and cards were gone.surely passed off to one of the pickpockets partners, lost forever. leaving me in a really really bad situation. So, i could do nothing but follow the cop down the darkend road. I was lucky that this was a legit cop and we ended up in a police station. Nobody spoke a word of english and i could barely ask "donde esta el bano por favor"....i was left sitting alone in a dodgey,grimey looking "office" for about 20 mins just freaking out. The cop walked in. we struggeld to comunicate. he gave me a peice of paper and i could tell he wanted me to list the money i had in my wallet. i passed the list over to him. he read it, nodded his head, and then reached in his backpocket and slid my wallet across the desk complete with all my money and cards. he then advised me at what a stupid gringo i was and to never carry anything in pockets like that. he walked me outside,waved down a cab and noted the plate number(people steal cabs all the time to rob tourisits)and the drivers ID to safely get me back to my hostel. scary as hell...... and loved every minute of it. Last edited by Revolver; Mar 27, 07 at 01:11 AM.
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Mar 27, 07
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Those were great to read. I don't mean in a pleasureable way.
My heart was racing after some of those and I realized that a few things frequently give me the same reaction: - Sleep paralysis (seeing that dark draped figure standing over me) - Unidentified rumbling and deep noise rising, which always reminds me of "the" earthquake. - Accidentaly convincing myself there's somebody in the dark at nighttime watching me whereever I go inside/outside.
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Mar 27, 07
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well of course coupled with the common feeling of impending doom and inability to move for the good of your life that comes with it.
And almost forgot: the last time I smoked weed. I don't smoke weed. I'm another one that can't handle it at all. I had literally two tokes of a dusty roach someone left. Can't explain or remember the feeling, but I was grasping my bed, trying to limit my breathing and go to bed.
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Mar 27, 07
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I have another one i just rememered while talking to my friend but its paranormal wise and some of you guys might think fuck whatever she must have been on drugs but I wasnt, and it was so fucked up. Im still scarred to this day by it.
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Mar 27, 07
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watching my friend get stabbed to death in coquitlam, and nothing we could do because they locked us out of the house...
tried and tried to kick the door down but couldn't, so ended up smashing out windows but it was too late.. something i will never forget.. suprisingly though... it didn't traumatize me... I have no idea why... but seeing my other friend die infront of me in the hospital from a drinking a driving accident is something that completely fucked up my world for a good several months and i still wear his ring on my chain around my neck every day since... when i got to the hospital he was already brain dead, but his heart was still working and all his other organs were working... so they let us say goodbye to him before they took him off life support.... and the image stuck in my head is when i first got there.. i had gotten there at the same time as his mom.. and when the doctor told her his condition , she collapsed outside and was so in shock that she couldn't even cry... she just kept saying why did it have to be my son.... talk about a mindfuck
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Mar 27, 07
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Hollywood Beach, FL, I was 11 or 12 at the time.
The plane I was on caught fire on the run way. Yeah. Not fun.
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Mar 27, 07
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was almost mugged and had my life threatend by some brown guys downtown a few weeks ago, thanks for some random passer-by that tackled one of them lol, i got away without a scratch and with my things too!
now i walk around with a can of bear mace, everywhere i go
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Mar 27, 07
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Closest I got to saying my Prayers was in Abbotsford.
I was Gliding and it was time for me to head back and Land but there was a lot of Thermal Activity so I wasn't really losing much altitude during my downwind leg. So by the time I lined up for Final Approach I was at about 800' when normally you should be at around 300'. Since it's a Glider and there's only one shot to land on the Strip and not in some Field or Highway One I did a really intense Forward Slip. (Basically the Aircraft is going sideways and down but still in a Forward Direction.) It wasn't losing altitude fast enough so I increased the bank and speed. I was losing altitude at a blazing rate... doing 115mph sideways and down when the max speed for a slip and even the aircraft is 98mph. The Instrument Panel was shaking and the aircraft was making all sorts of noises that I never ever want to hear from an aircraft ever again. So I lost 800' in approximately a minute over probably 300' of ground. Manged to land it albeit at 70mph when landing is supposed to be at 50mph. Fuuuuuck. That was quite the ride... had my heart pumping after that. I've been in a couple accidents and had a knife pulled on me before but that didn't quite get the juices flowing like this.
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Mar 27, 07
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when i was a little kid about 10 i woke up and i couldnt move any part of my body at all, and to the side was this dark figure looking at me. i thought it was my dad so i tried to talk but i couldnt move my lips. as the thing moved closer i started to freak out and then everything turned black and i woke up the next day traumatized. i learned that the person who lived before in the house had a son, and he died mysteriously. soon enough we moved out into another house
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Mar 27, 07
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It happened about a year ago (summer 2006), me and my room mate decided to go buy some clothes in the states. We get to the border and the guard tells us to pull over to the side (I guess a polak and a persian going to the states is suspicious or something). I look at my room mate and ask him why are we getting pulled over and he starts tripping out saying fuck and all that stuff. So I start tripping out cause I got no idea what's going on, then he tells me he has over a grand in counter-theft bills with him. I got so scared and I was just thinking to myself, "we're so going to jail". I tell him to hid the money somewhere, so he shoves it in a envelope and puts it somewhere, I didn't even ask him where he put it cause I knew the guards would find it anyways.
We go inside the office and give them all our information and they make us wait inside while they search my room mates car. While in that room I was so scared, I made myself beleive that I'd be going to jail so bad that I started having a panic attack and I knew if the cops noticed that then they'd know something is up, so I asked to go to the washroom. I was my face with cold water, my hands shaking like crazy, I'm starring at the mirror thinking what to tell the cops. I get out of the washroom and the cops that searched the car come up to me and they say "next time don't travel with dirty clothes in your trunk". I'm thinking to myself "wtf." Then they say next time you come to the states bring proof of residence, again I'm thinking to myself "wtf I'm a canadian citizen obviously I live in canada, like it says that on both my citizenship, my bcid and my passport". But I decide to not say anything, then they are like "you're free to go." I look at my room mate and he looks at me and says lets go. We get inside the car and I ask him where did he put the money and he said its in the drivers door behinde the gel and hair brush. I can't beleive they didn't find the money, I so thought we'd be going to jail. I never been so scared, must of got a gray hair or two after that experience. Since then I don't even think about going to the states.
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Mar 27, 07
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~~~ I Fell Asleep At The Wheel And Crashed, Although I Guess I Didn't Fear For My Life As I Had A Nice 4 Second Snooze  But I Fear For My Life When I'm Hung Over And Driving Without Sleeping For Days On End.
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Mar 27, 07
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edit: While you're at it, go apply for a Darwin Award or something. Hung over and being without sleep for days on end is not the right time to get behind the wheel of a vehicle. Last edited by ebbomega; Mar 27, 07 at 12:51 PM.
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Mar 27, 07
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nearly a decade ago, in high school, I was taking a Rock Climbing course, and one of our field trips was out to a half-burnt railway trestle in Shawnigan Lake. We maneouvered out to a stable area halfway out, set up our ropes over the edge and rapelled down about 150' to the side of a small river/creek running below us.
I was the last one to go down. I settle myself into my harness, and start feeding the rope through my ATC (the device that causes friction and allows you to "lock" yourself onto the rope), and apparently the rope was twisted around the biner (the locking gate) in a way that not only was the rope rubbing against it so that the lock mechanism had unscrewed, but also was pushing against the gate of the biner so that it was open. For those that don't know anything about biners, this means that the rope had a total of 1" to slip and I would have had zero connection to the rope. So here I am, "dangling like a worm on a hook" (thank you Ghostbusters) and I look at my biner set up and notice that the rope is about 1 inch away from sending me plumetting about 100' into jagged rocks and rushing water, probably hitting myself on the trestle's beams the whole way down like a rag doll. What a comforting thought. And there would have been generally nothing I could have done once the rope slipped except fall. So I pop the rope through the gate so that the end below the ATC is actually going THROUGH the biner, lock the gate back up and finish my rappell. Intense experience, but ever since then, interestingly enough, I have not had a fear of heights. I asked my first-year Psych prof about this in uni after he gave a lecture about someone who was trapped in a situation at a great height and has had a highly irrational fear of heights ever since. His theory was because I wasn't so much trapped, and that I handled it and knew how to deal with the situation, that my confidence with heights actually increased as opposed to shot.
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Mar 27, 07
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I WAS AT A FURRY CONVENTION DRESSED UP (PATCHES THE SEA OTTER, NICE TO MEET YOU) AND I GOT HELLA YIFFY WITH A BEAR BEHIND THE EXPO CENTER AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE A REAL KODIAK BEAR
IN THE END THOUGH GETTING FUCKED BY A BEAR ISNT BAD BECAUSE SEEING A BEAR UP CLOSE IS ONE OF NATURES TRUE MYSTERIES (MOST BEARS WILL KILL YOU IF YOU ARE NEAR THEM AND NOT HAVING SEX WITH THEM)
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Mar 27, 07
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