Moonduck

First major scare was being on the phone with one of my best friends, trying to talk him out of suicide over some woman, and hearing him rack the slide on a handgun of his. I started yelling all sorts of (on reflection) inane things, but he listened. He's a doctor in the Army these days.

Second, and far more scary, was having a nurse tell me that my newborn wasn't breathing. I was a wreck for days as they kept the poor little guy going with all sorts of machines. I'm not religious, but I was damned sure praying, and was deeply thankful when the hospital sent by their staff priest. We needed every bit of help possible, and I was ready to be as religious as I needed to be. Happy ending, he's great. Eats too damned much and stays skinny, which pisses my fat self off.

yankeefatboy

I have two: dropping in on a 15 ft wave at age 17 in Newport Beach, CA. Left the water for the rest of the day.

In Nassau, the Bahamas. Met guy at the bar who hooked me up with some "stuff" I no longer partake in. After said stuff ran out said he had more at home and his wife was asleep. Left the bar(about 2:00am) and started down the road when I noticed several shadows moving about. I turned, ran back to the bar, hopped into a cab and went back to the hotel. The ride was only 3 blocks but i didn't care.The man got a 10 dollar tip for a 5 dollar ride.

Nisses

being face to face with 2 dobermanns out in the woods, after riding my mountainbike for about 45 minutes into no-man's land.

Those mutts were *not* happy to see me. Luckily, me shouting at them, and them barking right back at me kept both sides busy for about 4 or 5 minutes, after which suddenly the apparent owner of the dogs appeared around the corner in a hurry. Looked like some kind of hunter or ranger or whatever. I didn't bother to ask, just said thanks and drove off. (hey, I was 11, gimme a break )

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One time when I smoking a lot of pot, I went to buy some weed from this guy I knew and when I get to where we were supposed to meet thres this black car and a door opens and smoke billows out.

A hand motions for me to come over so I do, and I get seated in the middle of the backseat between two huge guys, a guy driving the car and my dealer in the passenger seat.

Nobody says anything for like 5 minutes but they pass this massive joint around (I drove to this meeting) and insisted I smoke...I did because I didnt want to get beat up or killed, and after like 10 minutes he turns around and says "so how much did youw ant again", I told him and got the fuck out of there as fast as possible.

I know a weed deal isnt that big of a deal but this was kinda scary.

For me anyway...

Semi-Normal

I was chased by a bull once, I ran faster than I've ever run before or since and reached safety by vaulting a fence. I turned around to see it just a few metres from the fence. Then, even though it wasn't making any attempt to get through the fence, ran some more.

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ace81385

Being chased by a lunatic in a car tailgating me . And one some lady almost hit me head on!!! She just deciedes to drive in my lane!!!

jeenyus

I caught a robber in my house. He was 7 feet tall. No joke but the pussy ass ran away after i caught him.

water_boy1999

When I was living in San Jose several years ago, I was the pool pro at a prestigious billiard hall. My buddy and I got off work around 2am. I had my pool cue case slung over my shoulder as we left the hall. We walked around one corner and heard shouting.....we both looked up the street and saw some dude leaning into the driver side of a car, punching the girl sitting there, in the face. We immediatetly yelled to get his attention, when he looked up, there was a group of bouncers from Polyesther's who started yelling at us. I think there were six of them, plus the guy hitting her made seven. They were cursing at us, telling us to "mind your own fucking business....just walk away....this is none of your concern". Well, my friend and I weren't just going to let this lady get beat, and why the bouncers were letting this happen is beyond me. We kept walking towards him, yelling at him to back the fuck off. I pulled my cue case off my shoulder, unzipped it and pulled out the back end of my Cuetek Quick release cue. The bouncers proceeded to charge towards us, my friend didn't have a weapon to protect himself so he got behind me. I dropped the case and gripped my cue like a baseball bat....waiting for the right moment to pull out some serious Jet Li on their asses. I know I would have died, but I would have taken a few blokes with me. Just as I was ready to take a swing at the first guy that was about to reach me (I could already see the target on the side of his forehead), a police car came screeching around the corner. I was so relieved. My friend and I were put up on the wall, spread position with everyone else. I could see the bouncers looking at us in contempt, then we were let go before then once the police woman found that we were trying to protect this lady. I swear I almost shit my pants that night. I am glad it didn't go down like that because I am the most non-confrontational guy you will ever meet.

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thedrake

car t-bone and kill the person inside (it was the person who died fault), but I would say finding out my fiance was preg. is up there too. Everything is okay and were all together now (including my son)

Stiltzkin

My stories are really lame compared to the rest of these.

I had a sort of fetish for starting fires when I was in 8th grade, and there is this ditch that always seems to get full of tumble weeds near my old middle school. My friend and I would go there often and set them on fire and watch them burn during lunch time. This once, we had the bright idea of hauling all the massive tumbleweeds together into one spot of the ditch and setting them on fire. So we did, and the fire sprouted very suddenly and was freaking loud as hell. We were only 14, and pretty dumb at that time. Scared the shit ouf of us and we took off running. Some people said they saw us (the ditch was just far enough so that most of the fires we lit couldn't easily be seen from the school, but this fire was BIG) and were saying that the security guards at the school were going to call the cops on us. I kept worrying about getting caught and being charged for arson. I'm not sure if burning weeds outside in a ditch could be considered arson, but it scared the shit out of me.

Similar incident in highschool (the obsession lasted quite a while) when another one of my friends and I lit a bunch of bathroom trashcans on fire. There was an announcement made the next day stating that arson is a felony, and that if caught, the individuals could be fined up to $500. I was sitting in French class when they made the announcement and I practically shit my pants.

Another time when I was scared as hell is when this chick that I used to stalk (yes, I admit it, ok?) was getting pissed and threatened to press charges on me. Ahh... damn it. There's a really long story associated with this, which I actually consider to be the gist of my life thus far. Anyways, I radically changed my way of thinking from then on. I also apologized to her for everything I had done to her. (shut the fuck up already Stiltzkin) ::shuts up:: Anyways, yeah. I was scared as hell at the time when she had threatened to press charges against me. She ended up not going through with it for reasons unbeknownst to me.

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GSRIDER

I was gonna post one about being surrounded by 30 pissed off whitepower skinheads... and successfully talking my way out of a an assbeating but then I remembered.

I walk up on a car jacking by gun point. Right in the middle of the street a guy had a gun pointed into the window of this small sports car. On the street it was me, my dog, the guy with the gun, his buddy and the guy in the car.

The guy in the car was not cooperating and was jerking his car forward but never commiting to the escape. I stood there for what seemed like a minute just staring, they never saw me. The guy in the car ended up laying on the gas and took the car jacker with him for 20 feet or so.

And then I slowly backed up and kept my eye on them cause I didn't want to be the gun downed witness. Once I was out of sight I hauled ass to a porno shop and called the cops.

The thing was the car jacking took place 2 doors down from my house. I swear for a week everyone I saw was packing a gun. Just my imagination though.

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Steve Carozzino

1) Being held at gun point in a bad area of Cape Town, South Africa. My father and I took a wrong turn into a bad area of town. He insisted that if we walked on through one street, we'd end up where we wanted to be. Then we ran into a bunch of kids... One pointed a gun at my face and told me to empty my bockets. Fucker took my sunglasses and my wallet, then he and his friends tackled me and started punching and kicking. Two broken ribs and a broken jaw. This was when I was 13. They knocked my dad out by hitting him in the head with a gun, and they took over $150 from him (hidden in his shoes, which they also took). They really cleaned us out. Well, at least I can say that I spent a night in a South African hospital.

2) Car accident in Camden, NJ. Wasn't a nice area, but what part of Camden is? Of course, my friend left his cell phone home on that night.

3) I nearly died in a Less Than Jake pit at Warped 2001. It was about 95 degrees that day, and I was trying to save money by not buying a lot of water. The crowd started swaying back and forth, and a girl was knocked down. I somehow tripped over her, and hit the ground. People were quick to help her up, leaving me on the ground. Finally, two big guys helped me up, but I soon got nailed in the head with a pair of steel toed boots. Security had to help me out. Dehydration and a concussion. Not a good combination, if you ask me.