Scariest Situation You Have Been In
 

Okay, I'm going to open up a little bit and talk about a situation I was in that comes back into memory every now and then.

I was four years old, and my family and I had just moved to Canada. While we were waiting to close on a new house, we lived in a duplex.

One afternoon, in winter, I walked into the backyard to play on the swingset we had. Our neighbor saw me and opened his door, and called for me to go to him. Since I was four, I really didn't know any better, so I went.

When I got inside, he locked the door behind him and walked in front of me and said: "Listen ... we're friends right?"

"Yeah," I replied, even though I had never talked to this guy before.

"I want you to do something for me," he said. Then, he pulled his pants down and held up his pecker. He was shivering badly (probably out of nervousness, I have decided in retrospect). Then he said: "I want you to suck this."

The only thing that was going through my mind was that the idea of doing such a thing was nasty. I didn't want to get pee in my mouth. So I told him I wouldn't do it, and that I just wanted to go.

He said: "Come on! We're friends! You can go as soon as you do this thing for me. Okay?"

I still refused, and told him again that I wanted to go. I turned to the door and tried to open it, but, it was locked.

Thankfully, after I started wailing because he wouldn't let me go, he finally unlocked the door and let me out without my having to give him the requested service.

Before I went, though, he told me to promise that I wouldn't say anything, and that what happened should remain just between he and I, seeing as we were such good friends. I agreed to this, and left.

I told my mother later that day while we were driving what had transpired. She refused to believe me though (I don't know how a 4 year old could make something like that up), and nothing ever happened to the neighbor for what he did to me.

I have since tried to locate this guy, but there are no records existing as to who was renting out that duplex 26 years ago. It really irritates me that my mother didn't believe me, because she could have done something about that freak right then and there ... and instead, he probably went on to hurt other children.

But most of all, I'm lucky to have gotten out of that situation alive. Seriously.

I am intimidated and feel like i am required to give a long story so.....


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I can relate to that stingy....I was molested when i was about 5-6 but it was in my own garage, by a friend that lived on my street and that was normally a really cool guy....

Lets just say i didn't quite escape like you did....

Its really hazy for me, maybe because im subconsciously trying to bury it, but i cant remember if i told my parents and they didn't believe me, or if i never told them at all....

I kinda remember one of them walking in on it, but i cant remember anything after that, so maybe i just wished they would walk in and stop it, and thats what i remember....

Anyway, i dont have the guts to ask them now about it, like 15 years later, as if i never told them i dont want them to know now, its just wierd.....it something i would never wish on anyone else ever, no matter how much i hated them....

Anyway, i understand your situation Stingy....unfortunately...

i unfortunately can also relate to the both of you. i was 4 when i was molested by my cousin, 6 by the husband of my aunt ( who she divorced later thankfully ) and 7 when a friend of the family tried to molest me and my grandfather almost blew his brains out. i come from a country where men don't seem to tell the difference between a little girl and a woman. i never had the guts to talk to anyone from my family about it.

seems like we've all got a story to tell here... once again, unfortunately...

Damn. I suppose nothing ever happened to the guy? Wow. I don't know what I would have done had I not made it out of there. I had no defenses, and was locked in a stranger's house. I could have easily "disappeared", and no one would know what had happened (of course, my footprints in the snow would have been pretty telling.)

i stubbed my toe once, i was pretty scared

Jesus stingy, that is really messed up.... I have bumped into too many weirdos online (especially trying to get movies and music off of winmx...) to NOT believe a kid that tells a story like that.

I dont think i have ever experienced anything quite that bad.

A freind and i were walking around late at night one time when i lived in germany. We ended up on a second-level parking lot (the same one from the windsheild story) when this car comes SCREECHING up the ramp to it. We were going to be up to no good, so we bolted and jumped over this concrete ledge, hoping to hell there was something there. there was, but not much. Anyway, neither of us fell. The car slows down in the parking lot and a guy gets tossed out.

He starts to move away so they dont hit him with the car, then turns around and starts swearing at them as they drive away. They stop, turn around, and start after him. Somebody rolled down a window and the guy ran like ive never seen. We assumed they were either going to run him over or shoot him. We decided to find a sneaky way out,because if they did anythingto him, we assumed that witnesses would not be appreciated.

He got away, and thankfully the people that tossed him left. we sat there, crouched behind the concrete for about 10 minutes afterwards to make sure noone came back.

He actually moved away to Europe not long after that, so no, i imagine nothing ever did happen to him....its on HIS conscience tho, and i hope it weighs heavily...

Hellfire, Damn....im sorry....its one thing by your friend, its quite another by family members....multiple times....your stronger than i would have been...

thanks arioch. sorry to hear about the both of you too. no matter who it is, it's never an easy situation.

i can't even count the number of times my cousin has tried to make up for the "incident", so it probably is weighing on his conscience, IF he has one.

well, atleast you know that he remembers it, and he knows what hes done....i mean its not much, but its a very small degree of justice...very.....VERY small....