Scariest Situation You Have Been In

[Vodstok]

this reminds me, my roommate and i used to play games wioth perverts on winmx. we would come up with goofy names like "garglesex" and "fat hairy grandma masturbates with coffee mug". You would be amazed at the number of people that would download them. usually it would be a picture of nothing, or something like the forum pics with the old guy flipping the bird and saying "fuck off!"

I started taking pictures from scary movies (samara's face, the death face from the exorcist) and give them child porn names. i figured, if the asshole downloading it was excited, he would lose his mood as soon as he opened the pic.

I was really hoping they would flood the internet and screw up their fun. i have a real bone to pic with those people. I have downloaded some perfectly "innocent" pictures that have turned out to be some sick shit. It bugs me that there are kids out there looking for "Pokemon" or "quake 3" pictures and getting kiddie porn....

I know this is a little off subject, but seeing that shit as an adult has been pretty hard to handle. i have a6 year old and 11 month old nieces, and i would fucking KILL anyone who did that to them. I mean seriously... when i fight angry, i'm like a rabid silverback, i just pound until it stops moving...

[Egekrusher]

I've got one.

6th grade. Gym class, which is mandatory in the state of Michigan. Locker room. We weren't forced to take showers (Michigan declared it illegal a while back to force students to get naked with each other, about fucking time). I was going to the bathroom in one of those stand up mens stalls when this kid named Sean Priebe came up to me and said "Shit, I've gotta hold mine with both hands cuz it's so big". I made the mistake of laughing. He decided it was a good idea to bounce my head off of the bathroom stall in an effort to knock me out. He partially succeeded, I was wavering in and out of consciousness. I was laying on the floor, and the next thing I know he has his dick in my face, yelling "Suck it!! Suck it!!". Mind you, there were about 20 other boys in the locker room with us, all of them cheering him on. I was considered gay and a freak by them because I didn't care about being popular, the only thing I cared about really was learning, much as I do now (though this changed for a LONG time).

Luckily, the gym teacher walked in the door and all of his buddies warned him, so he pulled his pants back up and pulled me up off of the floor. I was pretty small back then, so he had no problem doing this. I never said a thing to the teacher.

End of story.

[bwind22]

Well, I never got molested or anything, but I did have a gun pulled on me by a... (Searches for politically correct way to say this.)... considerably less than happy African American.

Here's the situation...

I was 19 and on my way to my buddy's house on the Eastside of St. Paul. (The eastside is a ghetto, for those that don't know.) So I'm walking up the steps to my friends and this one homeboy comes across the street and starts asking me if I'm looking for weed. Coincidently, I was. He said he could get some, right across the street, so I followed him to this apartment complex. We went up three floors and he knocked on a door.

When the door opened, I see this MASSIVE brotha. Seriously, this guy was HUGE! Bigger than most pro football players. Anyways, I see this big dude along with a cracked out, passed out white girl laying on the couch. The next thing I noticed was a silver handgun laying on his coffee table. He let us in and shut the door. For that split second that we were in the doorway, he seemed nice enough...

Once the door shut, his vibe changed drastically. For a reason unbeknownest to me, this big dude was furious at the little dude that I showed up with. (Keep in mind, I had never met this guy before he approached me while I was walking up the steps to my buddies house.) The big dude was screaming at the little dude in an extremely threatening manner. (The thought crossed my mind to make a break for the door, but fear and the desire for weed kept me there.)

Then the big dude decided to focus his attention on me. He yelled at me and asked how much money I had on me. I told him I had $50 bucks, I just wanted a bag, and I didn't even know this other fool. He then went over to his coffee table, grabbed his gun and pointed it at me, instructing me to open my wallet. I did. He reached in and took my $50 out and then said "This n*gger owes me $600 and I've killed motherfuckers for less than that!"

At this point, I wasn't sure if I was being robbed or buying a bag, so I remained quiet. He proceeded to yell at/threaten the dude I was with a little bit more, making sure that he knew he wasn't fuckin' around about wanting his money. Then he opened the door and told us to get the fuck out.

I never did get my bag.

[Vodstok]

Moral of the story: Beer is better because convenience store owners only pull guns on you if you point one at them.

[Arioch]

So I'm walking up the steps to my friends and this one homeboy comes across the street and starts asking me if I'm looking for weed. Coincidently, I was.

LMAO nice!!

The thought crossed my mind to make a break for the door, but fear and the desire for weed kept me there.)

LOL, been there...

To the rest of your story: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:

[Stingy Jack]

Originally posted by bwind22
Well, I never got molested or anything, but I did have a gun pulled on me by a... (Searches for politically correct way to say this.)... considerably less than happy African American.

Here's the situation...

I was 19 and on my way to my buddy's house on the Eastside of St. Paul. (The eastside is a ghetto, for those that don't know.) So I'm walking up the steps to my friends and this one homeboy comes across the street and starts asking me if I'm looking for weed. Coincidently, I was. He said he could get some, right across the street, so I followed him to this apartment complex. We went up three floors and he knocked on a door.

When the door opened, I see this MASSIVE brotha. Seriously, this guy was HUGE! Bigger than most pro football players. Anyways, I see this big dude along with a cracked out, passed out white girl laying on the couch. The next thing I noticed was a silver handgun laying on his coffee table. He let us in and shut the door. For that split second that we were in the doorway, he seemed nice enough...

Once the door shut, his vibe changed drastically. For a reason unbeknownest to me, this big dude was furious at the little dude that I showed up with. (Keep in mind, I had never met this guy before he approached me while I was walking up the steps to my buddies house.) The big dude was screaming at the little dude in an extremely threatening manner. (The thought crossed my mind to make a break for the door, but fear and the desire for weed kept me there.)

Then the big dude decided to focus his attention on me. He yelled at me and asked how much money I had on me. I told him I had $50 bucks, I just wanted a bag, and I didn't even know this other fool. He then went over to his coffee table, grabbed his gun and pointed it at me, instructing me to open my wallet. I did. He reached in and took my $50 out and then said "This n*gger owes me $600 and I've killed motherfuckers for less than that!"

At this point, I wasn't sure if I was being robbed or buying a bag, so I remained quiet. He proceeded to yell at/threaten the dude I was with a little bit more, making sure that he knew he wasn't fuckin' around about wanting his money. Then he opened the door and told us to get the fuck out.

I never did get my bag.

That sucks! I would have peed. Seriously. I think I've said before that if I was ever a victim on "Scare Tactics", I would be hilarious to watch.

That reminds of the time I was robbed at gunpoint. Actually, I wasn't personally robbed. My coworker was. I was in the back office with a friend, chatting. We had to chat back there, because that was only place we were allowed to smoke. Anyway, we're smoking and chatting and I hear someone say: "I'm not fuckin' kidding" over the security system. I glance over my shoulder at the security monitor to see a guy in a ski mask pointing a handgun at my co-worker, and my co-worker emptying out my cash drawer.

I turned to my friend and said: "Holy shit, we're getting robbed."

"What?"

"We're getting robbed!" My friend then glanced at the monitor himself, and a look of pure fear came over his face. He lowered his head so that it couldn't be seen through the glass separating the office from the front counter.

I whispered to my friend to shut the door, in case the robber decided to take my coworker back to the back and put a bullet in him. If he did that, he would see us as well if we left the door open. But, my friend refused to move, and I couldn't get to the door because he was blocking my way.

I reached for the phone to dial 911, but my friend stopped me, reasoning that if we make a sound or move at all, it will alert the robber to our presence. So, as soon as the thief left, I made the call.

Thankfully, nobody was hurt. But, after the incident, the other employees who were not working that night began to give me shit about not doing anything to stop the robber. These few days (following the robbery) were bullshit. I tried to tell them time and again that popping out of the back office to confront a guy who is already scared and armed, would have been far from wise. Besides, what did they want me to do? Throw a pencil at him?

I don't know anybody who would have tried to stop the guy if they were actually in my situation. Anybody. And if anybody says they would, they would be pretty stupid. They would have just ended up getting themselves shot.

[Vodstok]

Or someone else.....

[Arioch]

I think you did the right thing stingy....anyone who says otherwise is full of shit...

[fluffho]

Originally posted by Stingy Jack
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.

i truncated it but just wanted to show im replying to urs. im taking law so thought maybe id try and apply what ive learned, not that you wouldnt know anyway, maybe

Odds are, unless of course that there were severla OTHER children (hopefully, of older age) that were to come forth at the time, even if your mother were to come forth, nothing wouldve happened. living under 'innocent until proven guilty' like anything else, has its pluses and minuses. in this case ud need corrobartion, especialyl since u were only 4.

most likely though there were and over the years HAVE been several others and hopefully some have spoken up about it. once uve registered 290 ur in it for life.

its too bad u dont know a name or anything, but since it has been 26 years hes got to be... 50 or so? most are through at around that age. it is too bad though u dont nokw the name because you could have even checked to see if hes even registered.. you know, piece of mind type stuff.

[Rebel Yell]

I tend to block out scary situations, but one that wont go away was when my ex husband ran me over with his car, because I didn't want him to drink and drive.