This is the story of my one and most recent near death experience, I was sitting at home when my friend who we will call Kyle, because his name is Kyle… phones me up and asks if I want to go to a party in some weird town with him for his birthday. I of course say yes because I have nothing better to do then party as much as I possible can.
Anyway, on the way there we picked up drinks and supplies, finding the place wasn’t that hard, I was driving but we were spending the night so I bought some drinks as well. Once we got there Kyle introduced me and my friends to all of his friends there, we all got drunk and had a nice time trying to pick up, picking up, and then hanging out trying to pick up more. As the night wound down, I started hanging out with the father of the kid who was throwing the party, he was handing out drinks to everyone at the bar and playing the music loud so I thought he was a cool dad.
My friend Greg went up and asked if he had any gasoline and the dad gave him a gerry(sp?) can full and we went outside and set most of his lawn on fire trying to burn Greg subway shirt. Anyway, even later on in the night when it was just Me and Greg awake mainly, we were talking to the dad guy some more when he went upstairs for some reason. I got it in my head that I should do behind the counter and grab a bottle of rum from the top shelf, break the shelf, then down half the bottle and pour the rest into shoot glasses for Greg, just about then is when the dad came back downstairs and yelled causing me to fall down and smash the bottle and the shot glasses.
That’s when the dad went nuts, he happened to have a collection of guns and knifes and a big sword on the wall behind me, he grabbed me and held me up to the wall by the neck and started talking into my ear about how he could kill me and no one would ever find out, his word against anyone else’s, he would never get in trouble, right when me and Greg thought we had talked him down a bit, he went nuts and grabbed the huge sword off the wall and brandished it us and we ran.
We tried to wake up Kyle but he said screw it, I got behind the wheel of the van, ready to drive just down the road if we have to, Greg runs in to double check on Kyle, I pass out behind the wheel, and in the early morning we leave, it was so scary.
So, that’s my story, post your near death experiences!