Scariest moment of your life?

Neziroth · Post by **Neziroth** » September 21, 2003, 2:13 am

Tonight, was by far, the scariest night of my life.

It's gonna be a long story, but here it goes:

My buddy and I were driving around, bored out of our minds. We live in the country, so there's not much to do, so we decided to take a drive around a local back road. This isn't any ordinary road, it's the local "haunted" road i guess you could say. There's one story that sticks out in my mind about a hookman or something, but that's irrelivant for now.

Imagine this setting: A road with no houses on it, cutting straight through thick woods and wide enough for one car. It's full of potholes, the town seems to have forgotten about it. We drive down it every now and then looking for a scare, never really expecting to get one.

Tonight we did.

We're cruising along doing about 25mph, about as fast as you can go without bottoming out on the potholes. We pass a small posted driveway that goes into a field and ultimately into nothing. To our surprise, there's a car parked on it. We drive by staring, it looks empty. There's never a car on this road, there's no houses and no reason to be out there. We perform a picture pefect 7 point turn and drive by again. Yup, definitely a car parked there. Again it seems empty and there's nothing for us to gain by checking it out any closer. So...

We execute another by-the-book 7 point turn and continue on our way. We pass the car again and pay no attention and contine down the road. It was hard not to notice that the road behind us suddently seemed brighter.

Headlights.

The car comes pulling out behind us, rather quickly, tires spinning and seemingly in a hurry. We get scared, we forget about the 30mph limit to the road and we're flying down it doing our best to dodge potholes. The other car is having no trouble keeping up as we near the end of the road which is a T shaped intersection, with the stopsign facing us.

Since it's a backroad we don't really pay much attention to the stopsign and end up blowing through it, fishtailing as we take the right turn, finally contorling it and putting it to the floor. Our friend follows suit and keeps the heat on. We go down this road, our car slowly pulling away until we put probably about 300 feet between us.

At this point we're approaching two more right hand turns. The second turn leads to a long straight road with a few hills on it, and the first turn is to an L-shaped road that loops and intersects the second road at another T-shaped intersection. We take the first turn and the other car takes the second turn, presumably to cut us off. We speed up and make the intersection before them, and take a right onto the road in front of them.

Speeds on this road are getting up and over 100mph, the other car isn't falling back much, but we're gaining ground. We hit the first hill and actually get air off of it - an odd experience in a car, beleive me - and continue down the straightaway. It's flat from here on out so we push our car to the limit and put about 500 feet in between us. This road ends up at another T-shaped intersection, where it meets a more populated road. We get on this road, which has only light traffic this time of night, and we pass some cars and add to our distance.

Once around a wide curve we brake hard and turn off the road onto another back road. We back into someone's driveway and cut the headlights and watch our newlyfound friend drive by. That's pretty much the last time we saw him all night long.

So after our approximatly 10 mile long adrenaline rush, it's over and we actually found the scare we were looking for for once.

There's no doubt in my mind he was chasing us, and what he was doing sitting on that back road to begin with was beyond me.

Curiousity killed the cat I guess. By the way, this is in NO WAY an exaggeration, as far-fetched as it sounds, it's all true.

Share your stories, real life horror stories have always been a favorite of mine i've just never had one good enough to tell until now...

BeatSoggybiscuit · Post by **BeatSoggybiscuit** » September 21, 2003, 3:00 am

Shoulda pulled over and beat his ass!

Xaem · Post by **Xaem** » September 21, 2003, 3:03 am

I heard a Mr. Bungle album once..

emmer · Post by **emmer** » September 21, 2003, 3:28 am

if you are as hulking and mustard coated as your avatar suggests, odds are you probably could have taken him

Akaran_D · Post by **Akaran_D** » September 21, 2003, 8:58 am

Bleeding profusely (can you say, spurting?) from a torn stitch in my throat where my tonsils used to be, they strapped me down in the hospital emergency room, with the anesthelogist(sp) nowhere to be found and the nurse on duty jabbing a syringe in my arm saying "Hope this is enough..."

Xyun · Post by **Xyun** » September 21, 2003, 9:34 am

Scariest moment of my life.

Two of my good friends and I are on a long road trip. Our plan was to circle the US. We were on our way up the eastern coast coming out of florida late at night. We were all real tired from our adventures in florida and due to the fact that we'd been driving for a good 10 hours. We decide to stop in Savannah, GA and get a motel room. Usually we find a camping spot but we were way too tired for that. We roll into town and see a wonderful sign, MOTEL 16.95 a night, vacancy.

16.95!!!!

Take the exit, take the exit!!

Ok, so we get off the highway and go down a ways on the road. We find the motel and there's graffiti on the road and the motel. Hmm. The receptionist lady is behind a bulletproof window and the windows have bars on them. Hmmm. So we get a room, she gives us our room number and key and we roll around the parking lot and find it. It's on the 2nd floor which we hate but wtf, get out all the bags and drag them up the stairs. Each of us was holding 2 bags. We get to the door and I put in the key and open it. The lights are off so I hit the lights.

All of a sudden, a massive black man jumps up from the bed and in a deep angry voice yells WHAT THE FUCK!!! Both my friends drop their belongings and book it. The man is looking straight at me and I'm just in shock. I muster enough strength to say, "sorry", turn off the light, close the door and grab my friends' bags and go down the stairs as fast as I can. I have 6 bags and my friends already have the car started and pulled out. I'm like, "pop the trunk" and he's like "GET IN, WE'LL GET THE BAGS LATER"

I'm like "POP THE FUCKING TRUNK" so he pops it. Thankfully, the man never came chasing us and we got another room from that idiotic fucking receptionist who obviously couldn't keep track of which rooms were vacant. Needless to say, the water from the faucet was dirty and there were insects infesting the damn place. We slept and left without showering.

I have never in my life been as scared as I was the instant I hit that light switch. My heart definitely skipped a beat.

Asheran Mojomaster · September 21, 2003, 1:08 pm

Once, around 3 years ago, a few friends of mine and myself decided to go to this girls house at around midnight on halloween and roll her yard. One of my friend's mom drove us and we hopped out once we got there and got to work...just as we were putting the finishing touches on it, we hear a door slam and see a man on the front porch with a shotgun in one hand, beer can in the other staggering around, screaming that he is gonna kill us. Of course, we all turn around and run as fast as we can to the SUV we came in, or so most of us though. Once we get there, we notice that one of us is gone...nowhere to be found. We wait a bit for him...hear a truck starting...wait a bit...hear it starting to pull out...start to just leave him and hear a banging on the window, our friend was there, blood on his head, trying to get in. We get him in and take off (found out later that he was behind everyone on the way back and tripped and hit his head on something and was just lying there for a few minutes...). As we are speeding to the end of the road, the truck with the drunk, shotgun weilding redneck flies up this tiny road at around 120, flies around of us, slams on the breaks, and blocks us off. At this point my friends mom starts to cry.

The man jumps out of the truck, stumbles around and almost falls, then points the shotgun straight at my friends mom's head and tells her to get out of the car. She does that and he turns her around against it and starts to walk back a bit to the door where my 5'8'' 300 lb friend is sitting... well when he gets to that door, my fat friend has had enough, so he opens the door as hard as he can, hitting the man full on, and knocking the gun (which fires into the air) onto the ground, and the man flat on his ass. Next thing I know we are all out over the man and my big friend is on top of him beating the shit out of him. We then rolled him off the road, broke the shotgun, then drove around his truck and went home.

The next day we found out that he was the girl's redneck, drunk, abusive step-dad and she wasn't too mad that we kicked his ass. Her mom divorced him like a month later.

Pilsburry · Post by **Pilsburry** » September 21, 2003, 1:55 pm

I've been given hotel rooms that were already occupied a few times myself. Even in places that cost $175.00 a night.

The guy on the haunted road chasing you....was probably not doing too much wrong...but I wouldn't doubt he had a chick in the car. If your like 16 living at home with your parents and you need to get laid, you do it in the car...in a remote area noone goes to. Not that I ever did...

My scariest moment is a toss up between 3 I can think of.

1. When I went in to the doctor to get a bump on my neck checked out, he asked me what I was doing that day. I asked why, he said he wanted to schedule me an appointment in the hospital. I get to the hospital, the dude says lay back, he gives me a shot in/near the bump...I assume it's an antibiotic or something, the dude barely speaks english and isn't talking much at all. Then he turns around reaches in a drawer and pulls out a scalpel and slices my neck open. Oh and they told me to re-open the wound every night for the next 10 days and scrape the puss out.

2. Airborn in a car. Really airborn, I've gotten air many times....but one time when I was 17 my friend said "my older brother took this road at 45mph and he got some air" So I took it at 80'ish...OMFG. I launched like damn I don't know how far but I know when I hit the bottom just like stayed on the pavement for a good 3 count atleast just listening to the metal grinding on the pavement...there was a curve with a huge tree on it that I barely made because I couldn't turn with the whole car slidding metal on concrete.

3. Flying in a private jet through a tornado....not through the actual tornado mind you, but there were like 3 tornados we passed, the surrounding air was pretty full of turbulance, the whole jet was moving like a rollercoaster...just totally getting tossed around. My grandparents (it was my grandfathers company jet, he was used to riding it) were actually like crying and praying. I was like 12.

Oh wait this winter....I took a 35mph turn at 60 or 70, and they over salted the road in anticipation of snow so I lost traction and went into a 360. On a tight turn with no shoulders and steep drop offs on the sides through woods. I was pretty scared for a bit....but I managed to stop the 360 and I almost stayed on the road, but the tires went off and I ended up sliding down the hill dodging trees for a good 100 ft or more...at a stupid 5 MPH lol...I wasn't scared during the slide, just the 360, I thought for sure I was going to 360 off the road at 60mph airborn through the woods and end up flipping....I was lucky I managed to recover and apply the brakes.

Pilsburry · Post by **Pilsburry** » September 21, 2003, 2:04 pm

Lol, I forgot the best one....

When I was like 5 and slid down a hill on some hay and it was a mud hornets nest.....and I got stung so many times I couldn't walk or anything and the neighbors carried me home. At which point my mom loaded me in the car and took me to the hospital, they said if it had taken 5 more minutes to get there, I would have died.

There was another time when I had lightining strike like 1 ft from where I was standing....but that scare was over so quickly.

Oh or when I was drying my hair and felt something rubbery in my fingers, and I threw the towel down and a scorpion was on it...I was rubbing a scorpion in my hair. It didn't sting me on the head though...it stung me right next to my "unit" must have happened as the towel slid aross when I picked it up, I didn't notice until the next morning when I went to go pee and put my hands in my shorts to pull out "lil pils" and got puss all over my hand from the sting area. I caught the scorpion and put him in a ziplock bag and took him to work to prove to my boss why I was late...I just set it on the desk...it was still alive. My excuse proved valid. That's the only scorpion I ever saw in Atlanta...

Estrosiath · Post by **Estrosiath** » September 21, 2003, 2:44 pm

This thread has great potential.
I'll add mine.

I live in France. Although now I live in a small town where there are actually shops, restaurants and stuff, I used to live in a village ( about 20 houses ) with nothing. Closest town was 10 minutes of car drive away. This was remote - I mean really so.
The house was an old mill. It was mostly wood and stone, with materials added for insulation. I was there from age 8 to age 16. That night, my mom was sleeping downstairs, while my grandmother was sleeping in the room to the left of mine. Now, understand when I was 10, I was scared shitless of the dark. When I turned my head and saw my clothes on the chair, I often thought the weird shapes they did were monsters materializing in the darkness to eat me if I stepped out of bed without turning on my lights first.
Anyway. So I go to sleep. I wake up in the middle of the night ( I think it was something like 2 am, gogo phosphorescent watch ), and I hear this little girl voice. I was petrified - I knew very well I was the only kid in the house. And the voice was coming from my grandma's room.
Now, I guess that fear kind of over-rode the others, because I got out of bed ( shivering like hell ), I didn't call out to my mother or my grand-mother, and made my way to see what the fuck was up. So I open the door to my grand-mothers room, expecting to see a fucking ghost or something, but to me it was even worse - the voice was that of my grandmother. A lil bit of background... My grandma is over 80.
She was speaking with this little girl voice ( I was too traumatized to remember what she was saying ) in her sleep. So I go close to her, and start shaking her and talking to her, until she waked up and asks me what's going on. After that, I didn't get another second of sleep for the rest of the night. And no, I had not seen the exorcist the night before.

Rivera Bladestrike · September 21, 2003, 3:13 pm

I was in the ocean body surfing, at the age of about 14, anyway, I was taking wave after wave and having some fun. This really huge wave came along and unfortunately I missed it and I sat there watching my friend surf it to the shore, meanwhile right behind me a giant wave formed behind me, I got on it at the last second and it sent me right into the ground, hit my head, blacked out for a few seconds and then regained consciousness, realized I was spinning underwater and I could barely tell which way was up. I was at the point where I was starting to swallow some water, finally I touched ground and pushed up and got some air. I had a cut on my head after the ordeal, and a greater appreciation for the ocean.

Spankes · Post by **Spankes** » September 21, 2003, 5:30 pm

it stung me right next to my "unit" must have happened as the towel slid aross when I picked it up, I didn't notice until the next morning

Either you were very lucky and he had just used his venom for something else or you were not stung. I stepped on a scorpion once and it tagged me right in the cuticle of my toe. It was the worst pain I have ever felt in my life...first it stung from the puncture then the burn of the venom was insane....felt like my foot was cooking from the inside out. Within 30 minutes my leg was numb from the tips of my toes to the joint at my hip. My leg stayed numb for 2 days before it even STARTED to fade.

I never bothered going to the hospital because it never passed my leg so it never hit my diaphragm, so I never worried about respiratory issues. But, in short, it was the most intense burning pain in my life...and I cut off a finger once...with a lawn chair.

Luckily, scorpions only use their tails in life or death situations, so they rarely actually sting unless you step on them or are somehow torturing them. And, once they use their venom (they always use all of it at once, no way to regulate) it can take weeks to replenish the supply.

So, the puss would indicate that you were stung, but you are lucky he had no venom....very lucky considering the placement of the wound.

Nilaman · Post by **Nilaman** » September 21, 2003, 7:05 pm

But, in short, it was the most intense burning pain in my life...and I cut off a finger once...with a lawn chair.

I wanna hear how that happened!

Taly · Post by **Taly** » September 21, 2003, 8:16 pm

Witnessing a double murder

Having a gun pointed at my head (no not by me either =P)

Almost going off a cliff since my friend who was driving fell asleep at the wheel. got a nasty concussion which ended up with epilepsy.

Drolgin Steingrinder · September 21, 2003, 8:18 pm

There are a lot of different types of scorpions. Some are hardly more poisonous than the venom from a bee.

Janx · Post by **Janx** » September 21, 2003, 8:57 pm

This one time at band camp, xanupox threanted to send some speical forces buddys after me =( I couldnt finish arts and crafts I was so distraught.

Nilaman · Post by **Nilaman** » September 21, 2003, 9:11 pm

Will add my horror story.

I was keeping my friend company in her mom's antique shop. The phone rings, she looks at the caller ID and says its Bob (will call him that). She has me answer and say she isn't there.

Phone rings a few minutes later, same number but now its a girl on the other end. Again I say shes not there. The phone rings some time later, from an unknown number, I answer and its a girl (different one) that sounded a lot like her friend. So I say "Is this Christy?" and the person on the other side hangs up. Meh, this is getting pointless right?

Well my friend Katie, is getting worried because her parents are out and she will be left at the store all alone if I leave. So I stay and she explains to me that her boyfriend Steve borrowed money from Bob. Now Bob wants it back.

Well, she talks to Steve on the phone and he tells her that they called him too and that he needs a ride to get the money. So I agree to go drive him there.

I rush to his house and he gets in my car. We drive to another house so he can get the money. He gets it and we head to Bob's house. When we get to Bob's house, his two friends are outside the door and let us in. They say he is in the den.

On the way to the den I Steve asks me if I have my knife on me, and asks me to get ready incase something happens. Now at this point I am not quite too sure whats going on, since Bob is not a big guy nor is he someone I who has many friends. I don't really see the big deal of walking in there, giving him money, and leaving.

We get to the den and there is Bob sitting in a chair in the back of the room. Behind him stands a money collector. This money collector was about 7 feet tall african american, looked like a pro wrestler. He was ripped. In his hand he was carrying one of the largest hand guns I have ever seen. It looked like a shotgun with a pistol grip, but a tad smaller.

At this point I almost shit myself. Kinda wishing I never agreed to go drive Steve there. Then wondering again about what my knife is going to do with Bubba and the gun of doom. Wondering if he was hostile or not. Soon I found out.

"Who the fuck are you?" Says the money collector.

Bob tries to answer saying that we are here to give him money. But before he says more then "They are here" he gets slammed in the back of the head with the handle of the gun, pistol whipped.

At this point Steve speaks up and says "Heres your money." Hands it to Bob and we get the hell out of there.

--------------

On the way back to his house, he explains to me more about the situation. Telling me that Bob had given him some blow to sell (for profit) and that he gave it to this woman on a loan. The woman was to pay him back the next day banks are open (thus the house we went to for the money). The phone call he recieved was telling him that he had to go give Bob the money or else there was a guy there who would "crush his skull" for $10.

Fun huh?

Deneve · Post by **Deneve** » September 22, 2003, 1:08 am

Taly wrote:Witnessing a double murder

Having a gun pointed at my head (no not by me either =P)

Almost going off a cliff since my friend who was driving fell asleep at the wheel. got a nasty concussion which ended up with epilepsy.

j00 live in rubber room?

yet?

Pilsburry · Post by **Pilsburry** » September 22, 2003, 1:35 am

Spankes wrote:Either you were very lucky and he had just used his venom for something else or you were not stung.

So, the puss would indicate that you were stung, but you are lucky he had no venom....

Yeah I had a sore too, I have an extremely high pain threshold though....often times if I cut myself, I dont even realize it until I see the blood dripping on something.

But there are lots of types of scorpions, some are really deadly, others are mostly harmless, I think the one that got me was one of the mostly harmless ones....your was somewhere near the higher end I guess. I said I was scared, just because well....how often are you all sleepy in the morning and find out your rubbing a live scorion in your hair...it freaked me out. I almost screamed hehe.

Taly · Post by **Taly** » September 22, 2003, 3:30 am

Deneve wrote:
Taly wrote:Witnessing a double murder

Having a gun pointed at my head (no not by me either =P)

Almost going off a cliff since my friend who was driving fell asleep at the wheel. got a nasty concussion which ended up with epilepsy.
j00 live in rubber room?

yet?

nope i live with a loaded gun.

Tyek · Post by **Tyek** » September 22, 2003, 4:17 am

Testicular cancer

Now I am half the man I used to be!

Hayley · Post by **Hayley** » September 22, 2003, 12:47 pm

The scariest moment I ever had took place when I was just starting my senior year of college. A man forced his way into my aparment with a fully loaded 12 gauge shotgun. He first pointed the gun at my then boyfriend, now husband and told him to go upstairs. Once my bf went upstairs (and called the police) he pointed the gun directly at me and ordered me to take off my clothes. I was in pure shock...I just stood there frozen imagining the shotgun blowing my chest to pieces if he decided to pull the trigger. I think I was on auto-pilot at this point because I just don't remember taking my clothes off, but sure enough, I was butt ass naked and crying. Well the guy sets the gun down at his feet and starts unbuttoning his pants to pull his pants down and it was like I finally woke up. In a desperate move, I darted in between him and the gun, grabbing the gun and pushing him away with my ass/legs. I'm screaming for my bf to come down and help and in what seemed like an eternity, he came racing down the stairs to see myself and this man struggling for the shotgun.

My hubby joins in in the fray and we proceed to beat the everliving shit out of the guy. I must have punched/pulled the guy's balls/dick about 20 times while my husband worked on his face, breaking his nose and whatnot. I somehow end up with control of the shotgun and I have it pointed directly at my perpetrators chest. I just couldn't bring myself to pull the trigger though, although I do remember yelling a ton of profanities at him telling him to gtfo of my apt.

Finally the cops show up and he races out of my apt out into the night. The cops see him run out and are able to catch him, all while i'm standing in the doorway still completely nude. I dropped the gun on the floor and sink to the ground just sobbing finally....it was over.

The guy is now serving 40 years of his life in the state pen for what he did to me and he's not eligible for parole until he's served his 20, ie, he could be out at the earliest in 2016.
I found a few interesting things out during the trial. Not only was he formerly a security guard at the apt I was living in, but his then current job was as a security guard at a hospital.

Mort · Post by **Mort** » September 22, 2003, 1:14 pm

Hayley Wins!

Toshira · Post by **Toshira** » September 22, 2003, 2:10 pm

Mort wrote:Hayley Wins!

If you can call that a win =/

Skogen · Post by **Skogen** » September 22, 2003, 2:13 pm

Fuckin A yes Haley wins...that is until Taly tells his tale!

My scariest moment happened on a flight from Chicago to San Jose. About 15 minutes after take-off, I started to hear new, funny noise join the ensemble of other noises that are normally going on in-flight. Other passengers started looking at one another in a confused, concerned way. The new noise got A LOT louder very quickly, followed by a sharp "bang" the shook the plane. At this point, everyone freaked, including me. I just froze, and held a death-grip on my arm rests. At the same time, the plane was loosing altitude...not dropping, but enough to make my stomach turn! A couple of minutes that seemed like hours passed, and my memory isn't too clear of it, but it was certain I was about to die. The plane stopped loosing altitude, and leveled out. The pilot came on the PA, and said that we had just experience engine failure, and we were turning back. The plane was noticably sluggish as we made our way back to Chicago. The pilot dumped all the fuel on the way back, and it was then I first saw what had happened. I mustered the courage to get out of my seat a little, and lean over to see out the window in the row in front of me. The starboard side engine had exploded! The casing was still there, but nothing was inside. It's contents were expelled somewhere over Illonois. A nice, black streak was left over the wing, as well as the casing itself. I sat my ass back down, and waited for this god-aweful flight to end. We landed the worst fucking landing I have ever experienced, and, once again, thought I was gonna fucking die. We came out alright, and were greeted by the full onslaught of emegency crews at the end of the runway. They doused the shit out of the plane for like 30 minutes, then allowed us to get off. They had buses waiting, and took us back to the terminal. There were chaplains & conselors there to help people who wanted it. Some people just took the next flight to San Jose, whereas I arranged a flight for later that day, and made my way to the bar.

I really fucking hate flying

Fredonia Coldheart · September 22, 2003, 2:15 pm

Thursady of last week - we are still without power! Watching the trees in the back yard bend that far ...

Tegellan · Post by **Tegellan** » September 22, 2003, 2:16 pm

Damn Hayley, thats a wild one.

Ebumar · Post by **Ebumar** » September 22, 2003, 3:45 pm

Skogen's is definitly the scariest. I've been in that situation before. Except, I was piloting, and it was a csesna 152.

Winnow · Post by **Winnow** » September 22, 2003, 4:16 pm

Haley wins for having a great ending after a horrible experience.

Skogens is definately scary. I don't like flying for the simple reason that I have zero control over anything. I have no clue how well maintenance crews inspect airplanes, how competent the random pilot I get will be, and what the weather will be like the day I need to fly.

I really hate flying public transportation for those reasons. My dad owned a single prop plane when I was a kid and that was kind of fun except for the turbulence in small planes sucks.

Scariest moment for me was when I walked up to Karae and introduced myself at FF. I didn't know if Karae was going to go medieval or not : ) Turned out ok : ) Ok, not my scariest moment but maybe for FF! Seeing the picture of Drolgin drinking american beer was a close second!

Deneve · Post by **Deneve** » September 22, 2003, 6:33 pm

damn Hayley...i almost feel bad for the fury you musta unleashed on that guy, from personal experience girls on adrenaline rushes hit low and hard

glad to know you made it out of that okay though, coulda ended up much worse...

Xzion · Post by **Xzion** » September 22, 2003, 11:37 pm

scariest thing i can think of was me and a friend were on a diving trip quite a ways off shore, somehow got seperated from the other 2 people and the boat(or more like there dumbasses lost us), then we came up, looked around and saw nothing but pure ocean in either direction and no boat to be seen or heard for like 45 mins seemed like 2 days though
i might be able to think of something better later

Jaxomer · Post by **Jaxomer** » September 23, 2003, 9:38 am

I have a story, this is a mix of things I remember and things I was told that happened.

I was 16 years old and it was Saturday night. The plans for the night were to get together with some friends and see The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I went over to Andy's house and met Andy, Kim and John there. Kim had brought three of her friends too, people I have not met before. Before we left we spent some time drinking and getting stoned to enhance our veiwing pleasure. Long part of the story short: We went, danced the Time Warp, had a great time.

After the show we went to Kim's house to figure out what to do next. It was late and we were all pretty wasted so we decided to call it a night. One of Kim's friends was the driver of a 1978 Mustang (I think) and all seven of us fit inside somehow. There was the driver and passenger, then me sitting on my friends lap in the backseat behind the passenger, Kim in the middle of the backseat and John sitting on someone's lap behind the driver. I was going to spend the night at Andy's house so we headed there first.

The road to Andy's house was curvy and hilly, the last part I remember was going down a hill that had an S curve at the bottom, turning to the right first, then to the left around a pond. I remember going down the hill and turning to the right, then during the left turn I saw pine tree branches scraping against the passenger side of the car. The next thing I remember is waking up next to the car as a paramedic was strapping me to a backboard.

Car 1
Car 2

I was told we hit the tree going about 50 miles an hour. I blacked out again but woke up in the ambulance to the sound of Kim crying. At that point she thought I was dead. I didn't see her, but we reached out and grabbed each others hand and I remember telling her it was ok. Blacked out again.

Sometime later I woke up in the emergency room and all of my friends were there. When we hit the tree Kim went head first into the center console and broke her nose and had severe whiplash. I hit the back of the passenger seat, pushing that guy into the dashboard. He messed up his hands and had severe cuts on his face. I pretty much slid across the back of the passenger seat and went head first into the windshield. The other four people were ok save for a couple cuts and bruises.

While we were in the ER I was fading in and out of consciousness. When my mom and sister came to the hospital I was getting x-rays done to make sure nothing was broken in my neck. Since I wasn't there, but my friends were, my mom was pretty freaked out. She asked about me, what happened to me and if I was going to be alright. I guess the nurse told her that I am ok but she needs to be prepared for how I look. When they wheeled me back into the ER my mom came in, took one look at me and passed out on the floor. A little while later she came back and sat and talked to me for a while. I asked her if she had a mirror in her purse and if i could use it. She tried to talk me out of it, but I was persistant. All I could do when I saw my face was say, "oh shit". Not like yell it or act really freaked about it, but said it kinda like when you see something so fucked up and there is nothing you can do about it.

The next part of this fun fun day was probably the hardest, my only relief was slipping into unconsiousness now and then. Since I had a severe head injury the doctors couldn't knock me out to sew my face back together. So I had to lay on the OR table and watch the surgeon sew my face up. It took him 6 hours to do it and all he could do was give me a local anesthetic to help with the pain. That was really hard to watch and feel. It took a little over a thousand stitches to close all of the wounds inside and outside of my face.

I have debated whether or not to post pre and post op pics, they are pretty graphic, so I'll let your morbid curiosity decide if you want to see them or not.

Morgrym · Post by **Morgrym** » September 23, 2003, 10:00 am

I want to see the pics

Well, I work in medicine and have that kind of twisted side to me anyway. PM them if you don't want to post them

Jaxomer · Post by **Jaxomer** » September 23, 2003, 1:08 pm

Ok, here are the pics. Note: the nurse tried to clean me up a bit before the pre-op pics.

***Warning***Bloody Pics***

Pre-op 1
Pre-op 2
Pre-op 3

Post-op 1
Post-op 2
Post-op 3

Morgrym · Post by **Morgrym** » September 23, 2003, 1:24 pm

Holy Shit!

Thats Awesome..well not for you I am sure. They did some nice silk work there. The chin work is amazing, looked like you had a nice chunk missing. Did it take any skin grafts? Oh and do you have a pic of what you look like now? Any long term scaring? Sorry but my curious mind wants to know

Winnow · Post by **Winnow** » September 23, 2003, 1:43 pm

I'm don't want to click on those picts before lunch because it might be the scariest moment of my life : )

Pilsburry · Post by **Pilsburry** » September 23, 2003, 1:45 pm

I've dealth with cadavers before in some classes I took when I wanted to be pre-med.

I wouldn't be offended.

Edit: NM, I had the window open so long didn't realize you posted already...looks like you had a bit of work done.

Jaxomer · Post by **Jaxomer** » September 23, 2003, 1:54 pm

I have a current picture posted in the RL pic post here on VV somewhere. I have had 4 plastic surgeries since then (no skin grafts) so it would be hard for anyone to readily see the scars. The plastic surgeon I went to did a great job.

Morgrym · Post by **Morgrym** » September 23, 2003, 2:03 pm

Pretty cool man. Yeah, you had a kick ass plastics man.

by the way, your daughter is a cutie

ok, that sounded gay...anyway, be sure to teach her the follies of your ways...

Jaxomer · Post by **Jaxomer** » September 23, 2003, 2:48 pm

Morgrym wrote:be sure to teach her the follies of your ways...

It's funny you mention that. I recently received these pics and a bunch more from my accident for that very purpose. Not really to scare her, but just to show that it can happen and what it looks like.

Morgrym · Post by **Morgrym** » September 23, 2003, 3:00 pm

I may have to use your data in a few years myself when my daughter gets older.

Melrin_Specclaster · September 23, 2003, 4:00 pm

Hmm, few not so scary, few more life threatening I guess, but to add to the story.

When I was a kid I was an AVID tree climber, at 3 I remember a branch breaking and me falling (I dont even know how far) out of a tree on my head. I only remember my mom screaming while they carried me in the house.

When I was 4 I was playing on the hood of my parents car and I poked the car antennae in my eye. I remember wanting to look where we were going and my dad holding me down, I stayed in the hospital for I don't even know how long. They told me I'd probably be blind in that eye by the time I was 18, now at 29 I have a cataract but see 20/25.

Those 2 arent so bad (without mom screaming in the background) but they really scare the crap out of a kid.

At 12 I went to the doctor to have test run, a stomach virus was running around, and he told me I had to be admitted immediately. They tested my temperature and I had 107. I heard them talking about probable brain damage in the background and freaked me out. They dumped me in a tub of icewater for...I cant even remember how long. They ran tests on me for 2 or 3 days and realized I had had ruptured appendix for almost a week but it happened in a weird way so was hard to track. They talked about gang green and stuff. I had tubes in my arm, throat and ass for a week.

At 19 somebody cut me off in my camaro and I turned sideways and got broadsided by a full size Ford. I woke up once to see my dash smashed all the way across and smoke coming out of it and once on the ground outside on my knees. I then woke up in the hospital with a nurse standing over me asking what was wrong, I remember telling her she was the nurse. Broke my collarbone, bruised my ribs, cut my head and arm open from glass, and missed the week before finals at college. The person left and I got blamed with everything.

At 23 I was at my girlfriends grandmothers house. Her ex-husband came over and to 'prove' his love to her was slicing himself up and slinging blood all over the house. He got in my face once with his knife then left. That was really a 'I think I'm going to die' situation.

And the guy on the dirt road (I'm from a small town) dont look for trouble if you arent ready to find it and he was probably fucking. Although drugs is possible too.

Skogen · Post by **Skogen** » September 23, 2003, 5:08 pm

Melrin_Specclaster wrote: They talked about gang green and stuff

I thought that was the name of an eightis punk band? Were they planning on going to see them, or were they just fans?

Neziroth · Post by **Neziroth** » September 23, 2003, 5:12 pm

heh we weren't driving down there to look for someone to chase us, but just because it's a creepy place altogether. When an animal runs out in front of you down there, whether it's a stray cat or a deer it makes you practically jump out of your skin. It's just a quick rush I guess... as you're driving down there you can't help thinking: "wow this is how that horror movie last week started"

Oh well we found more than we were looking for but it was definitely a rush while it lasted

Drolgin Steingrinder · September 23, 2003, 8:58 pm

It's a tie between this story, and the time when I was awoken on a new years morning by my mothers screams and ran up to find my dad out cold on the bathroom floor, blue in the face and not breathing.

Sionistic · Post by **Sionistic** » September 24, 2003, 12:07 am

While its not near as bad as some of the ones here i guess i'll say it

When I was in the 5th grade I went to a private school in Puerto Rico. I was a mid-height chubby kid, thus picked on OMGIAMRETARDEDCAUSEALOTISTWOWORDS. There was about 5 kids that picked on me almost every day. I was getting in fights almost every other day, comming home with my clothes messed up OMGIAMRETARDEDCAUSEALOTISTWOWORDS (and they had uniforms here) so my parents were never happy to pay for more uniforms.
Anyway about 1/4 thru the 6th grade I got in a bad fight with one of the kids, he was short and skinny, thus couldnt do shit by himself (i have never once started a fight in this school). The fight lasted over the whole campus, mostly of him running away and me in pursuit. Finally we got to the parking lot, the gates were closed so he was cornered. I must of thrown him to the ground by his neck 3 or 4 times and dont know how many punches. Anyways the fight finally ended with me the clear winner.
This was the only time that I or the kid got in trouble for fighting. (Stupid fucking school i hated the place) My parents were scared that the 5 were really going to hurt me eventually, that and with my mom getting held up at her office we decided to get out of Puerto Rico.

I guess this story and jumping from the second story when i was like 8 are my best.

Aireanna Wyndcather · September 24, 2003, 11:51 am

Shopping for thongs with Drustwyn. Still scared from the "padded" ones. /shiver

Krimson Klaw · Post by **Krimson Klaw** » September 24, 2003, 1:29 pm

Being chased home by these three rednecks. I got in the house and thought I was safe, they busted through the door and chased me to my room (parents were not home from work yet) where I baricaded the door for about 10 minutes before they gave up and left. I was about 16.

Wulfran · Post by **Wulfran** » September 24, 2003, 3:22 pm

Scariest moment of my life was in the in winter of 1988-89. I don't remember the exact day but...

It was winter and I was working as pipefitter's helper in a small oil field about 40km (20-25 miles) form my home town. It was in some pretty rugged terrain and going up one of the hills, the one ton tool-truck we were in spun out. It spun out just at the junction of a "Y" and as it did, our boss cam down the right branch. We talked a sec about what he wanted us to do on that day... once we got moving again.

As we were talking, a tank truck crested the hill on the top of the left fork of the "Y". We started to move out of the way, but it was obvious that the tanker was going too fast for the icy roads. He started to skid sideways and my partner jammed our truck into reverse and just tried to steer away from the tanker, which kept coming toward us. My partner never looked behind us, he just tried to keep as much distance as he could between the tanker and us and we backed off the road and into a tree. The tanker spun 360 degrees and then another 270 degrees before it went off the road and rolled into a gulley. It rolled 1 and 1/2 times before coming to rest on its roof and spilling the oil it was carrying.

The cab of the tanker came to rest 4 feet from our truck: the tree we had backed into, a 4" diameter white poplar, or aspen, stopped us from going into the gulley and being under the tanker. We got out of our truck, and our boss got out of his (to many "holy fuck" s) to see about the driver of the tanker, who we feared was toast, only to find him unharmed and trying to frantically talk into his 2-way radio to his dispatcher (while the antenna was half way up the bank

). I was actually the worst injured as I sustained an extremely minor cut on my hand from the some plastic molding on the dash of our truck.

And after that our plans for the day were shot, as we had 200 barrels of oil to contain and clean up...

Zamtuk · Post by **Zamtuk** » September 24, 2003, 5:45 pm

I said bloody mary in the mirror once. (actually three times in a row!)