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When was the most scared you've ever been and why? Did a bit of wee come out?
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 12:37, 63 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

several years in prison's worth of drugs being discovered on my person.
To this day I cannot believe I didn't get caught.
*shudders*
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 12:41, Reply)

is the time I very nearly died in a car crash but freakishly had not a scratch on me. Still scared of cars, 20 years later, mind.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 12:42, Reply)

in a baggie in my shoe. I was eighteen and very, very nervous.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 12:44, Reply)

and a guy biting someone elses tongue off.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 12:53, Reply)

I know from these few words that I want to see midnight express, well done.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 12:54, Reply)

It also has traumatic Turkish prison bumrape, if I remember correctly
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:02, Reply)

I was ten, in the library at school. A girl was about to sit on a chair and I pulled it out from underneath her so she landed flat on her arse. I didn't realise the nasty teacher was stood right behind me and she literally picked me up by my ear and dragged me outside and gave me a bollocking I've never forgotten. I was shaking for hours afterwards. And yes, when she picked me up, a little bit of wee came out.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 12:42, Reply)

One night I ended up all alone in the top floor flat of a guy who was a bouncer and who I drunkenly flirted with and who expected me to sleep with him.
I've never sobered up so fast in my life when I realised I didn't want to sleep with him and I wasn't sure how he would take that.
Scared the shit out of me.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 12:42, Reply)

I had foolishly gone out without my Honda Accord so I was defenceless.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 12:48, Reply)

on an internet forum and this someone who's name sounded a bit like a large female shirt said I was a horrible bully. I got really upset and cried a bit.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 12:50, Reply)

and knowing that I've got to abseil down the 200 or so feet rock face...for the first time ever using just a prussic to stop me falling to my death.
www.spadout.com/wiki/index.php/Prussic
www.ukclimbing.com/logbook/c.php?i=33286 - the photo that appears here I took - on another day's climb there and this is at the bottom.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 12:53, Reply)

www.ukclimbing.com/images/dbpage.html?id=72813
I used to climb with two of these guys regularly....a lot of fun ;)
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:03, Reply)

Aged about fifteen. I fell on a 45 degree sheet of ice, lost both skis and skidded head over heels about 200m down this ridiculous slope, taking someone out along the way.
All I could see was the rocks at the bottom of the slope getting closer and closer as I tumbled towards them. Luckily, I missed.
No wee, but I felt incredibly scared, cried a little, then when I dtopped, I had the biggest adrenaline high I've ever epxerienced and kept screaming with joy for a couple of minutes.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 12:54, Reply)

he drove, I was in the passenger seat, he's playing some super creepy violin music, and suddenly I feel like I'm in the car with Hannibal Lecter.
He's humming, moving his hand ever so slightly to the music. We're driving down a winding country road. The forest begins to get dense and dark.
But we're nowhere near our destination. I'm gripping the arm rest until my fingernails leave indents in the leather, all of the hairs are standing on the back of my neck and I'm beginning to hyperventilate. The trees aren't getting any lighter, eventually there's only slight rays of sun shining through the tiny spaces between leaves.
Then we pull into his driveway. He unbuckles his belt, turns to me.
He smiles wickedly and says "So I guess you'll call me when it's ready?" I say yes.
He gets out, hobbles up the stone walk to his house and I scramble to get into the driver's seat, shitting myself and chastising myself the whole way back.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:01, Reply)

edit: although nothing happened, that was honestly the most scared I've ever been in my life
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:09, Reply)

edit: other than your kitchen knives.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:12, Reply)

( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:17, Reply)

if you don't know what it says, whats the point in talking about it?
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:20, Reply)

I just thought I'd point that out before we go any further.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:26, Reply)

( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:32, Reply)

You know how to clean a gun! Who cares how clean your gun is? It's the pointing bits of metal that whizz out of it and kill you that impress people, not whether it's shiny or not.
Bloody women and their cleaning obsession.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:35, Reply)

Most scared I've ever been?
Being driven down the loooong road between Donetsk and Melitopol in the Ukraine. Windscreen and two side windows disappear in a cloud of glass and the driver speeds up!
Only crapped myself when we traced the bullet paths and one had gone past my neck and into the C pillar.
Great lunch in the factory I was visiting though.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:08, Reply)

but I had an automatic weapon pointed at me by a policeman when I was in a taxi in Kuala Lumpur, which made my sphincter flex. Horrible bloody things, guns.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:14, Reply)

a car came screeching around the corner with a guy holding a sawn-off shotgun was leaning out the window closely followed by a speeding police car - I stood shocked - this is sleepy Kent!
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:15, Reply)

'me arse was goin' like a rabbit's nose'
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:16, Reply)

and that's not a euphemism - conkers are supposed to keep spiders away apparently.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:14, Reply)

...once your conkers are dried up they do not repel the 8 legged bastards.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:20, Reply)

...but Daddylonglegs are not bothered at all.
Put a plate of conkers in a room and test it out; best way to stop spiders coming in is to get rid of cob-webs - the scent attracts more.
Are you impressed I avoided making a crap joke about having a bag of conkers you can get a hold of?
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:33, Reply)

does the job pretty well.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:20, Reply)

I asked Catface to smash them to bits with a large piece of timber. "That might break the window!" he replied. And I nodded in agreement.
Flamethrowers. That's the answer.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:31, Reply)

My fear is that the web would go first, dropping them out of the line of fire to safety.
I may have thought about this too much.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:33, Reply)

Most of the time I accidently squash them with it when trying to get them inside.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:33, Reply)

15 years old, been drinking, woke 4am to find a large, hairy German bloke in my bunk with his erect cock in hand.
I suppose I was asking for it being young and beautiful.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:19, Reply)

And I'm lying there, dressed as a ninja, knowing full well that I've broken my leg. My friends gather round me and try to keep my spirits up while wait for the ambulance to arrive. One friend, a nurse, is assessing the damage and keeping me from moving (not that I was planning on going anywhere).
All's well and good until the ambulance crew arrive. They take my details, ask what happened, and are fantastically professional in ignoring my ninja outfit, or the crowd of samurai around me (thankfully they'd sheathed their rubber swords). They get the pat slide out, and start to move me, when something horrific happened.
I felt a pop in my leg.
I mention this rather casually (endorphins are awesome), and the paramedics go rather pale and stare at my leg. The broken bone had moved and sliced an artery.
I'd been alright until that point, laughing with my mates and calling myself a stupid prat, but seeing the fear on the faces of the paramedics shook me to my core. I lost rather a lot of blood that night, but they did a sterling job of keeping me both alive and stable.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:39, Reply)

then realising that's when the gang members come out to play.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 13:54, Reply)

And a fuck load of doctors, nurses and other assorted medical staff come charging in to the delivery suite :0(
Luckily he was fine, just had a wonky head and a bent toe (and a birthmark on his bum)
I didn't do a wee but I got very scared and did a little cry.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 14:13, Reply)

4am walking through the Red light district. Been drinking and taking mushrooms.
By 4am I had a pimp strut on, and as we walked past a gang of 'something for the nose gents'(hardcore gangstas) walking the opposite direction I kissed my teeth at them as we passed.
Why the fuck I decided to do that was beyond me, but although I did not turn round to look I could feel the eyes burning into the back of my head. We were right by our room, so had to tell my mate to carry on walking past it, lest we be broken into and bum raped whilst we slept.
( , Fri 30 Oct 2009, 14:20, Reply)
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